Mother's True Colors Revealed

Mother's True Colors Revealed (Part 1)

"Men's libido is at its peak around twenty, while women's is around forty. Therefore, a twenty-year-old man and a forty-year-old woman can achieve the greatest sexual satisfaction and the most harmonious sex life. A twenty-year-old man has no career, no money, nothing. But a twenty-year-old girl is in the prime of her life, youthful, beautiful, and full of vitality. As the saying goes, a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and a good woman chooses a good husband to marry. They don't look down on ordinary young men; they all dream of marrying into a wealthy family, transforming from a sparrow into a phoenix, becoming a ready-made rich wife. You either have to be a rich second-generation heir, or have exceptional abilities (including sexual prowess), or be very good-looking..." He's exceptionally handsome; otherwise, finding a decent girl with a clean background would be very difficult. Women in their forties, on the other hand, are experienced, with stable families and careers, but lack passion. Their husbands, middle-aged, have spent half their lives with their wives, devoid of passion. Those who are successful have extramarital affairs, keeping younger mistresses to satisfy their physical and emotional needs. Those who are less successful, lacking money and power, find fault with their wives and treat them coldly, not touching them even once a month. But women of this age are in their prime, with very strong sexual desires. How can they endure this for long? Therefore, these women are the most prone to infidelity. "It's all about feelings. If you're a young man in your early twenties, not bad-looking, and happen to have a still-attractive older woman by your side, then don't actually treat her like an auntie. She might easily become your sexual partner, what's commonly known as a 'friends with benefits.' But whether it works out or not depends on your skills."
This is my friend's insightful opinion. Being in my adolescence, I have a strong attraction to the opposite sex and am very interested in all information about sex. To be honest, I've read quite a few erotic novels and watched a lot of porn, but I still can't quite accept my friend's view of older women with younger men. A woman in her forties, regardless of her figure or appearance, just... They were around the same age as my mother, and the thought of having sex with women of my mother's age made me uncomfortable. My friend, however, was quite fascinated by it. His computer was practically filled with porn featuring mature women, along with pictures of older women and incestuous novels. He was quite outgoing and never hid his unusual interests. He seemed to have a group of like-minded friends who often gathered to share their romantic encounters. I was fortunate enough to witness one of their gatherings. A few friends sat cross-legged on bunk beds in a school dormitory, chatting about everything under the sun, with no food but plenty of alcohol, having a great time. If it weren't for the vulgarity of their language, I would have thought they were reenacting the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove. Having no sexual experience myself, I felt ignorant and awkward among them. Fortunately, I didn't bother joining them. I believed that eighty percent of what they said was fabricated; it was just a few sexually frustrated young people bragging and fantasizing.
After all that, I haven't even introduced my friend yet. His name is Huang Lang, and he's a year older than me. According to his own theory, he's the kind of young man who isn't ugly, has no money but plenty of time, and an extremely strong sex drive—perfect for seducing married women. I'm in high school now, and so is he, but I'm in a prestigious school in the provincial capital, while he's in a less desirable class. We were junior high school classmates; I was a year below him. We met at a school sports meet. Back then, he was quite studious, though a bit unbalanced in some subjects, but overall his grades were decent. In his final year of junior high, he became addicted to the internet, going to internet cafes after school and interacting less with his classmates. His grades plummeted. His parents, both working professionals, said they would strictly discipline him after receiving complaints from the teachers, but they didn't have the time. Later, he skipped school every few days without asking for leave, spending all day and night in internet cafes. Eventually, he dropped out of school without his parents' permission. Well, that's just the kind of impulsive person he is. At first, I was curious about what was online that could be so attractive, making a promising young man drop out of school. Later, with the aim of infiltrating enemy territory to save a comrade, I went to internet cafes with him a few times. That's when I discovered his biggest secret: he was addicted to pornographic websites. The wicked sensory stimulation was devouring the pure and beautiful soul of this young man. Not only did I fail to save him, but I myself became hopelessly addicted. Fortunately, I was relatively rational and didn't completely abandon my studies like Huang Lang. After a year of hard work, I finally entered an ordinary high school with a score just two points above the high school entrance exam cutoff. Huang Lang, after a year of wandering, also achieved his goal of entering a vocational high school to study computers, which could be considered a combination of his major and hobby.
For a while after starting high school, Huang Lang and I maintained close contact. He was a nice guy, and since he was also good-looking, many girls liked him. Different girls were often around him, but when I asked him which one was his girlfriend, he always said they were just classmates or playmates, not girlfriends at all. Even so, I was already incredibly envious. Having talked about my friend for so long, it's time to talk about myself. My full name is Liu Yan, but my classmates and friends call me Xiao Wu because I'm the fifth child in my family. At first, only my family called me that, but then it spread, and everyone started calling me that too.
I wouldn't say I'm particularly handsome, but I'm not bad-looking either. It's not that I'm shy and afraid to approach girls; it's just that I'm not in the mood for having a girlfriend. You might ask, every teenage boy is interested in the opposite sex, so why am I not? Actually, it's because of family issues that have made me very depressed. Right when I started high school, my parents divorced due to relationship problems. I lived with my father, while my mother went to work in another city through a friend's introduction. Not long after, my father brought home a woman more than ten years younger than him. I recognized her as Zhang, the accountant from his factory. The three of us had dinner at a hotel, which was my formal introduction to my stepmother. She gave me a pair of designer running shoes, which I politely accepted as a sign of my acceptance of her. I knew my parents couldn't stay together, and remarriage was inevitable. I just didn't expect my father to find a new partner so quickly. It was obvious he and this woman had been having an affair for a while. The talk of divorce due to irreconcilable differences was nothing more than a third-party intervention—a plot I'd seen countless times on television. Honestly, I didn't want to interfere in adult matters, nor did I resent my father for abandoning my mother, or even Aunt Zhang. I just felt sorry for my mother; I believed she was innocent, and the facts seemed to support my judgment.
From then on, my future stepmother came to my house every day. Besides tidying up the room, she also did my laundry and cooked for me. I gradually discovered that she was actually a nice person. She had a baby face, and when she smiled, she only had a dimple on one side. She was quite funny when she talked, and she was very quick to accept new things. I felt we got along well. I usually treat stepmothers with a normal attitude. After all, I'm not a child anymore. Who says stepmothers are necessarily bad? But out of longing for and respect for my own mother, I always treated Aunt Zhang with a lukewarm attitude, maintaining at least basic politeness, but only regarding her as an aunt. Several months passed like this. One noon, my father drove to pick me up from school and took me to a restaurant for lunch. We ordered three dishes and chatted while eating. When we were almost finished, my father finally said that he was going to marry Aunt Zhang, and that they were moving their factory to the provincial capital. They had already found a house there and were going to move with us to the provincial capital. I simply said, "Okay, no problem." Then I leaned back in my chair, drinking my beverage silently, without even looking up at him. I thought to myself, this is something I expected, nothing to be surprised about. But the thought of leaving the home I've lived in for over ten years made me a little reluctant. After all, it's the bond that connects me to my mother; leaving it makes me feel even further away from her. My father and I were silent for a while. Then, my father received a call from Aunt Zhang, saying there were some things at the factory that needed his attention. My father said, "Okay, I'm having lunch with Xiao Wu now. I'll be right there after I drop him off at school." At that moment, I picked up my sports bag and said, "You can go ahead if you have something to do. I have a game of ball with someone, then I'll go to school by myself." Hearing this, my father went to the counter, paid the bill, and hurriedly drove away.
I walked alone on the street, watching people come and go, feeling somewhat lost. I didn't know what to do. I put down my bag and sat on the side of the road, basking in the warm sun. It felt so comforting, like wearing the sweater my mother knitted for me when I was little.
"Where is Mom now? Is she doing well? Does she miss me often?" Thinking about this, I felt like crying. Since Mom left home to work in another city, I haven't seen her. Although I have her phone number, I don't dare call her often. I need to try to adapt to life without her. Hearing her voice frequently only makes me miss her more, and I'm also afraid of disturbing her life, so we only talk on the phone once a month. Just knowing she's doing well is enough. Actually, suppressing my feelings is really hard, but it's a process everyone has to go through to grow up. But now I really can't suppress my longing for my family. I picked up my phone and called Mom. When she answered, her voice came through: "Hello, Xiao Wu." I paused for a few seconds, thinking about what to say.
"Mom, where are you? Have you eaten?"
"Just finished eating. How are you? How's your schoolwork going?"
Mom and I chatted about our recent situations, and then I told her about our move. I really hoped she wouldn't be too sad. When Mom heard the news, she was indeed a little sad, because she didn't speak for a full half minute. I guessed she must be feeling terrible. After a while, Mom spoke up: "Well... then you go with your dad. Give me a call when you get there. Take care of yourself. I'm doing fine here, so don't worry about me." Although Mom said that, I guessed she must be feeling terrible. I hadn't seen her for over a year, and I really wanted to see what she looked like now, whether she looked older than before. After all, she's a woman in her forties, a stage where she should be stable in both family and career, but instead, she's faced with divorce. How can that not make her age faster?
"Mom, when do you have time? I want to see you."
"Xiao Wu, Mom misses you too, but I've been quite busy lately. I'll come see you when I have time. Didn't you want a laptop? I'll buy it for you then. Just focus on your studies and don't worry about anything else."
"Oh, by the way, Mom, do you have internet access? Otherwise, I can give you my account number, and we can chat online when we have time."
"I can access the internet, but I don't know how to type."
"It's okay, typing is easy, and you can even video chat. I just want to see you."
My mom was convinced; she probably wanted to see me too, so I gave her my account number and password, and we agreed to meet online this Sunday afternoon. I have two account numbers. One is a premium number registered with my phone number, which is full of my classmates and friends. I can't give this one to my mom. The other is a junk account that Huang Lang helped me register when I first learned to use the internet. I used it to harass girls, but I haven't used it since getting a premium number, so I gave this one to my mom. On Sunday afternoon, I finally saw my mother's long-lost smile. She still looked so young and beautiful, which brought me a sense of comfort. We talked for over two hours that day, and it felt like my mother was right beside me. My mood brightened considerably. I thought back to why I hadn't talked to her more often. Every second we spent talking now felt incredibly precious. I secretly vowed that I must visit my mother sometime and stay with her for a few more days.
A few days later, my transfer procedures were completed, and it was time to say goodbye to my classmates and friends, including my best frenemy, Huang Lang. He even invited some friends to a farewell dinner at a restaurant. During the dinner, we talked about many happy and unhappy things from the past, and we all got quite drunk that day.
In the new city, I met new people, but my life didn't change much. I still went to class, ate, and slept every day. My father and Aunt Zhang officially got married, and his factory expanded its production scale, making him even busier than before. The more successful his business became, the stronger my loneliness became. I felt like I was just an outsider staying in this house; my old home was my true home. I spend most of my free time online, chatting with old friends and classmates is a kind of enjoyment that helps me temporarily escape loneliness. But Huang Lang always brings up his unbelievable and scandalous affairs, leaving me both amused and exasperated. I heard he recently hooked up with a mature woman online, whom he described as: "This old geezer is incredibly sexy, with a top-notch figure and looks, definitely a high-quality breed that can be repeatedly exploited." He even said he'd introduce her to me sometime, to take my virginity and, incidentally, strengthen our friendship. I asked, puzzled, "I don't object to introducing women to me, but what does that have to do with strengthening our friendship?" Huang Lang replied, "Hey... don't you understand? If we two brothers both have one woman, we'll become brothers-in-law, right? It's called keeping the good stuff in the family."
"Go to hell! I'm not interested in old women. You can keep her for yourself."
"I have to criticize you for that. What do you mean you're not interested in old women? Let me tell you, I created a group with like-minded friends. I added that woman to it, and guess what? In just a few days, she hooked up with one of the guys in the group. Everyone who's slept with her wants to do it again."
"So how many times have you slept with her?"
"Hehe... damn it... this time I'm really into this slut. I go to her place every night. You tell me how many times I've slept with her."
Huang Lang's story got more and more exaggerated. I doubted the truthfulness of his words; it was more exaggerated than a pornographic novel. He even wanted to add me to his group, but I didn't take it seriously. I just listened to him brag.
The end of the semester was in a month, and my grades were pretty good. Dad said he would take me to Hainan for winter vacation, and the plane tickets were all booked. But a few days before we were supposed to leave, Dad suddenly said that the factory needed to purchase a batch of equipment before the New Year, and he had to go to another province to negotiate with suppliers, so he wouldn't have time to go to Hainan with me, and the trip was naturally canceled. To apologize to me, Dad asked Aunt Zhang to go skiing with me. I agreed on the surface, but I had other plans in my heart.
My parents used to work in a building materials factory. Dad was the purchasing manager, and Mom was an ordinary worker. Later, their factory did not do well, and a large number of people were forced to lay off, including Mom. Later, Dad borrowed money to take over the factory, which was on the verge of bankruptcy. He used his old connections to run sales channels everywhere, and slowly turned the building materials factory around. After making money, he simply bought the small factory and became his own boss. If things had ended there, it wouldn't have been a bad ending. But things rarely go as planned. After Dad became a boss, he got busier and busier, and his relationship with Mom grew increasingly distant. There's a saying: "Men with money go bad." The couple who had gone through thick and thin together couldn't share the good times. They finally divorced last summer. Mom went to work in another city on her own. Shortly after Dad and I moved to the new city, Mom quit her job and returned to our hometown. She rented a shop in a shopping mall with my second aunt and we sold clothes. We had already sold our old house. My second aunt wanted Mom to stay at her house first, but Mom refused, saying it was inconvenient with so many people at my second aunt's house. So she rented a small house near the vocational school in our hometown. There was an internet cafe next door, where Huang Lang and I often went.
Ever since I learned that my mother had gone back to her hometown, I've been wanting to find an opportunity to go back and see her. It's been almost two years since I've seen her. Although we sometimes video chat, we're still quite far apart. This time, my father went to another province to discuss purchasing equipment and won't be back for several days. I wanted to take advantage of this time to go back to my hometown. I told Aunt Zhang about this idea without any hesitation—or rather, informed her. I didn't intend to ask for her permission; I would go whether she agreed or not. However, as a stepmother, she was quite understanding. She promised to keep it a secret from my father and reminded me not to ask my mother about her relationship with him when I saw her. When I asked her why, she said it was for my own good. Actually, I knew even without her saying it; Aunt Zhang didn't want me to have a bad impression of my father, and of course, she didn't want to be in a third-party position. I understood, so I nodded in agreement. Even if she told my father, what's wrong with a son wanting to see his mother?
That day, I went to the station, bought a ticket, and boarded the early morning bus to my hometown. After about ten minutes, I took out my phone to call my mother. Just as I dialed and was about to send the call, my phone suddenly shut down. I cursed under my breath, "Damn it." I was so excited about going home that day, packing clothes, and going to the bank to withdraw money, that I completely forgot to charge my phone. I put my phone back in my pocket, thinking, "I didn't even bring a charger. But it's okay, I can give my mom a surprise." I slept for a while on the way, waking up around 3 a.m. and didn't fall asleep again. Looking at the dense stars in the dark sky outside the bus window, I felt a sense of tranquility, a escape from the hustle and bustle. I really wanted to keep going like this.
The next morning, around 7 a.m., while I was half asleep, the bus arrived at its destination—my hometown.
I grabbed my backpack with a change of clothes and got off the bus. A north wind blew, and it was really cold, but my heart was warm. Thinking of my mother's surprised smile, I couldn't help but smile too. The bus station wasn't far from my mother's place; I took a taxi and arrived in ten minutes. My mother had told me on the phone that she rented a single-story house with a yellow-painted door and red-tiled roof. I searched the area based on my memory. Several new high-rise buildings had been built nearby in the past year, slightly different from what I remembered. Fortunately, the red-tiled house was very conspicuous, and I found it quickly. It was a row of four single-story houses, facing south, with a black-painted door on each side. I paced back and forth between the two doors, glancing here and there, but both were locked. My initial excitement turned to disappointment; I thought my mother must have gone to the mall. Just as I was about to leave to look for her there, I heard the door on the east side open. An old woman with gray hair, wearing a cotton coat, came out and was emptying coal ash into a trash can by the roadside. The coal ash was freshly burned and still steaming. Seeing me looking into her yard, she asked, "Who are you looking for?" I breathed warm air into my palm and said, "I'm looking for my mother. She rents a room here."
This old lady was the landlady. Her family had four single-story houses. The two rooms on the east side were lived in by the elderly couple. After her son got married, he lived in the two rooms on the west side, separated by a wall. Later, her son moved into an apartment building, and the elderly couple rented out the two rooms on the west side. Seeing that I was freezing, she invited me inside to warm up, saying as we walked, "You said you went to work, you're never home, you won't be back until tonight. Come stay in my room for a while, warm up. Look how cold this child is, has she eaten?" The old lady was very kind, and not wanting to trouble her, I said, "I've eaten." I followed her into the room, and a wave of warmth hit me, making me shiver—it felt wonderful. In the inner room, an old man was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), watching TV while leaning against a pillow. A little girl, about five or six years old, wearing long underwear, was jumping and hopping around on the kang. When she saw me, a stranger, she suddenly became quiet, her eyes fixed on me. The old lady teased the little girl, saying, "Xiao Xinxin, quickly get under the covers, or you'll catch a cold and we'll take you to the hospital for a shot." The little girl was the old lady's granddaughter; her parents were busy with work, so she was being cared for by the old couple. As soon as she heard about going to the hospital for a shot, she obediently crawled under the covers.
I chatted with the old lady for a while, and after warming up considerably, I said goodbye to them, explaining that I was going to the mall to find my mother. The old lady was very kind and said to me, "You're dressed so lightly; you'll freeze all the way to the mall."
I smiled and said, "It's alright, I can handle the cold. If I can't, I'll take a taxi." The old lady said, "How about this? I see your eyes are red; you didn't sleep well last night. I'll open the west courtyard, you can take a nap there, have lunch here, and your mother will be back around 4 pm." I thought that was a good idea; after a night's journey, I was indeed a bit sleepy. I thanked the old lady again. She said, "It's nothing; your mother is such a good person. She always takes such good care of us old folks. I really wouldn't trust anyone else." As she spoke, the old lady helped her granddaughter get dressed, led me into the west courtyard, locked the gate again, and then took her granddaughter to kindergarten. I thought to myself, this old lady still doesn't trust me; she's afraid I'm a thief trying to steal things. She even locked the gate before leaving—interesting.
I entered the room and saw it was filled with clothes and goods. The inner room was where my mother lived; it was rather cramped. A wardrobe stood against the entire west wall, a laptop sat on the dressing table, a large bed was against the north wall, and a sofa and coffee table were against the south window. There was only a few square meters of space left to move around. I sat on the edge of the bed, imagining what it would be like for my mother to live here. I glanced back and saw that the blankets on the bed weren't made. I shook my head, thinking, "Mom is usually a very neat and efficient person. How come she's so lazy now that she doesn't even make the blankets? She must be so busy. When I was little, she always made the blankets for me. Today it's my turn to help her."
So I stood up, grabbed two corners of the blanket, and gave it a shake. Just as I was folding it halfway, I saw a pair of red panties and a red bra under the blanket, both ultra-thin and lace. I was stunned. I had only ever seen these kinds of things in pornographic films and pictures. Women don't usually wear this kind of underwear. I couldn't understand why my mother would wear these. I hesitated as I folded the blanket and put it down, holding my mother's underwear in my hand. My heart was pounding; I can't describe the feeling. After thinking for a while, I spread the blanket on the bed again, putting her underwear back under the blanket, pretending I hadn't seen it, to avoid embarrassing my mother when she came back.
After sitting for a while, I got bored, so I took my mother's laptop and lay down on the bed to surf the internet. My mother's computer didn't have any entertainment software installed except for QQ. The account in the account section was the one I had given my mother, and the status was "remember password." Out of curiosity, I logged into my mother's account invisibly. As soon as I logged in, I received two messages: "Sexy mom, your big pussy is so comfortable, do you want more, godson? When can we have some more fun?" "How about I be your temporary husband, my lonely young woman?" When I saw these two messages, my first reaction was that bored people online were harassing my mother, but then I realized something was wrong. At this moment, the thing I least wanted to see happened. The porn group that Huang Lang had mentioned to me last time was right there in my mother's group chat. I was stunned, completely at a loss. "Could the old woman Huang Lang told me about be my mother? Impossible, my mother isn't that kind of person."
Clinging to a last glimmer of hope, I clicked on the group chat. After carefully reading through it, I was completely stunned. The group was created by Huang Lang, and there were over thirty members, with my mother being the only woman. I remembered what Huang Lang had said to me, and my head felt like it was going to explode. But I was still unwilling to accept it, trying to search the room for any evidence that could prove my mother's innocence. But what I found was something I didn't want to see: dozens of condoms, vibrators, revealing lingerie in the drawers, and used condoms in the trash can. The computer's E drive even contained many nude photos of my mother, obscene and grotesque. There were photos of her posing in various lewd positions, close-ups of her genitals; there were even photos of her being raped by two men simultaneously, and with the photographer, my mother was with three men… I dared not think any further. Finally, everything became clear. I understood why my father divorced her. I had misunderstood him. He must have felt the same way I do now. I couldn't accept a mother like this.
I left, returning to my new home. I didn't know when I would see my mother again, and I didn't know how to face her.

My Mother's True Colors (Part 2)

I left and returned to my new home. I didn't know when I would see my mother again, and I didn't know how to face her. Before leaving, I arranged the room as it was before and locked the door. However, because I was in a daze and my mind was still filled with this awful thing, I accidentally fell while climbing over the front door. Fortunately, the snow on the ground was quite thick, so I wasn't hurt. But at this moment, I couldn't stop crying. All the resentment that had accumulated in my heart exploded at this moment. Why could other children have a complete family, while my parents were getting a divorce? Even so, that was fine, but why was the mother I thought about every day like this? At this moment, not only were these thoughts on my mind, but all the grievances I had suffered in life and studies over the years seemed to have found a channel, all of which turned into tears and were released.
When people are heartbroken to a certain point, they lose track of time. I don't know how long I sat on the snow crying, when suddenly I felt someone grab my arm. I looked up and saw my landlady, an elderly woman. She had just returned from taking her granddaughter to kindergarten and saw me sitting in the snow wiping away tears, so she came to help me up. Normally, I would have been mindful of my appearance, but at that moment, I suddenly thought: I can't let anyone know my mother's secret; I have to think of an excuse to cover this up. The old woman brushed the snow off me and asked, "What happened? Look at all this snow. Come inside with me, I'll take it off and help you clean up." I immediately stopped crying and said, "No need, I'm fine. I just fell down from the gate. Thank you." The old woman insisted on pulling me inside, but I refused several times, saying, "You don't need to worry about me. It's so cold, don't waste your time here with me. Go back." The old woman probably sensed something was wrong with me; for some reason, she wouldn't let me go. Luckily, I had already come up with an excuse. I said, "Let me tell you the truth, you know my parents are divorced, right?" The old lady nodded to indicate that she knew, and I continued, "This time I ran away from home without telling my dad. He's usually very strict with me; he beats me whenever I say I want to see my mom. My stepmother just called and said she's going to tell my dad about my running away and that I should come back right away." The old lady believed me after my tearful rant, and patted my head, saying, "It's always the children who suffer when adults divorce! Oh dear... I just can't say anything..." I knew she wanted to scold my dad, but she couldn't say it in front of me.
"Here's the thing, I have to go back now, otherwise I don't know what my dad will do to me. Can I ask you for a favor?" The old lady was indeed kind-hearted, and at this point she wouldn't refuse. She said, "Go ahead, child, what is it? Should I tell your mother?" I quickly said, "No, no, please don't tell her. I just want to ask you not to tell her that I came to see her today. If my mother knew about this, she would be very upset. Actually, my dad loves me quite a bit, he just doesn't want me to contact my mother. If my mother finds out about this, they'll definitely fight again." "If I end up caught in the middle, I'll be the one suffering. Please just pretend I was never here and don't tell my mom, okay?" The old lady was moved by my words and praised me for being sensible. She said, "A child can be so considerate of adults, while the adults are always making a fuss. They're not even as good as a child."
The old lady agreed to my request and even asked if I had enough money for the bus fare home. She saw me off for a long time and kept comforting me. I was truly touched. Such a kind old woman, she was so much like my grandmother. If it weren't for protecting my mother's reputation and my pitiful self-esteem, I really couldn't bear to lie to her.
That night, I returned home. Aunt Zhang was half-reclining on the sofa under a blanket, watching TV. Seeing that I had returned so quickly, she asked with surprise, "Xiao Wu, why are you back so soon? Did you see your mother?"
I only said, "My mother went out of town to buy goods and isn't home." Then I went back to my room and locked the door. The chill lingered on my body, because my heart was cold. I sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought; this was the only thing I could do.
Three days passed, and I remained in this state, eating only sporadically and trying to sleep. But how could I sleep? I just buried myself under the covers, my mind replaying the events of the past few days like a movie. Aunt Zhang noticed something was wrong and worried I might have learned something I shouldn't. She tentatively asked, "Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you these past few days? Are you feeling unwell?
Should I take you to the hospital?" I thought for a long time, then decided to get to the bottom of it. So I asked her, "Xiao…" I wanted to call her Aunt Zhang, but I knew she had a hidden aversion to that title ever since she married my father, so I kept quiet.
“I know my parents’ divorce was due to their own reasons, it has nothing to do with you. Even if my dad didn’t know you, he would still divorce my mom.” My words, though simple, felt like a huge affirmation to Aunt Zhang. I could see the excitement in her eyes. Although Aunt Zhang married relatively late and had dated a few boyfriends before, marrying my dad was, after all, her first marriage. Moreover, the two were more than ten years apart in age, so she inevitably faced gossip and accusations that she was after my dad’s money, and the label of “homewrecker” was hard for her to escape. Seeing that I understood her so well, she must have been very happy and looked forward to me continuing.
“Could you tell me about my parents? What exactly caused their divorce?” I asked the question that had been buried in my heart for so long. Aunt Zhang hesitated, stammering and only saying things like “their relationship broke down” and “their personalities clashed.” Seeing that I couldn’t get anything out of her, I pulled the covers over my head again and started to rack my brains. I was so angry I felt I'd go crazy if I didn't vent. I thought of my old buddy Huang Lang. I knew he was a bad guy, but I never imagined he'd sleep with my mom. Thinking about this, all my resentment seemed to find an outlet. In the following days, I frequented various forums and online communities, venting my anger in an almost childish way. I cursed people online and left Huang Lang's username, trying to cause him trouble. But this method only made me angrier, driving me almost to madness.
My temper became increasingly volatile, which was obvious. Aunt Zhang knew she couldn't control my emotions, so she called my dad back before the negotiations were over. Intimidated by my father's authority, I restrained myself considerably, but I still couldn't resist trying to untangle the knot in my heart. During dinner, I asked my dad, "What exactly caused your divorce from Mom?" Seeing my current state, my dad, already in a bad mood, frowned immediately upon hearing my question. He said, "Don't concern yourself with adult matters. Your main task right now is to focus on your studies. I'll tell you what you need to know, and what you shouldn't know is for your own good. You're currently in a period of…
" He was about to launch into another lecture, but I didn't want to listen to anything. Before he finished, I simply put down my chopsticks and went to my room.
Lying in bed for a while, I thought of a whole bunch of insults. Then I went online to frame Huang Lang. Posting a few anonymous messages wasn't enough, so I registered over ten accounts, intending to add Huang Lang as a friend on all of them and unleash a torrent of abuse. Unfortunately, the guy refused to add anyone, which was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head, bringing me back to my senses. I thought to myself: scolding him won't solve anything. What I really want to know is what kind of person my mother is. Rationally, I have a fairly clear understanding of my mother, but emotionally, I just can't accept it. Even if there's only a sliver of evidence that proves my mother isn't a slut, I'm willing to believe it's true. If my mother was forced into prostitution, I will forgive her.
I've become convinced that my mother was controlled by Huang Lang through despicable means, which led her astray.
With this belief in my heart, I began to plan and execute an action to prove my mother's innocence. First, I took the initiative to send Huang Lang a message: "Dude, what are you doing? Long time no see, let's chat." Only I know how much pressure I was under to force myself to chat with this beast while suppressing my anger.
"You're here! I haven't seen you online for days, I thought you were dead." Huang Lang replied to my message quickly, and the first thing he did was curse me to die. I cursed him inwardly, even if his whole family died, I'd still be tough, and I'd even go to his door to set off firecrackers to celebrate. Although I thought that, I had to hold back and sent him another message.
"Hehe, yeah, I haven't been feeling well these past few days, so I haven't been online."
"What's wrong? Is something wrong with a certain part of your body? Do you want me to find you some old cunt to cool you down? Take my advice, eat chicken, eat chicken, fuck cunt, fuck cunt, chicken nourishes the kidneys, cunt cools down the fire."
"Hehe, you're still the same as always, you don't get serious right away. How have you been these past few days?"
I felt uncomfortable as soon as he said the word "old cunt," I don't know if it was excitement or anger, my hands were shaking, and it took me a long time to type a reply.
"Hey, don't even mention it. I don't know which bastard has been messing with me these past few days, hurling insults and leaving my contact information online. I've added several people, and they all started cursing at me the moment I added them. Now I'm too scared to add anyone as a friend." Seeing this message actually made me feel quite relieved. All my efforts these past few days hadn't been in vain; I finally made that bastard feel uneasy. I even pretended to comfort him, saying, "Don't take it to heart, maybe someone's just joking with you." Then I sent another message, getting straight to the point: "That woman you told me about last time, could you tell me more about her?"
"Hehe... I thought you were so serious. Why are you suddenly asking about this? Didn't you say you weren't interested in older women? Have you changed your mind now?"
"I'm just curious. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine." I know Huang Lang's personality; once I bring up this topic, he'll definitely keep talking about it endlessly, which is why I dared to use this "playing hard to get" tactic.
"Alright, I'll tell you then, just to give you a taste of what I'm getting into. What do you want to know?"
"What's that woman's name? What does she do? How old is she?"
"Damn, she comes right off the bat asking for three things. Dude, you've got the potential to go in this direction. First, that old slut's name is Shao Li. Second, she runs a women's clothing business. Third, according to her, she's 41 years old and born in the Year of the Rooster. So, anything else you want to ask?" The information Huang Lang provided hit me like a ton of bricks in the chest. I couldn't breathe for a moment. How could she do this? She told him everything! Even if she doesn't care about her own reputation, isn't she afraid of implicating her family? Of course, she doesn't have a home anymore, and she doesn't even care about me, her own son, because she has so much... sigh...
"Then she couldn't have been a bad woman to begin with, right? You must have seduced her, right?"
"Why would I need to seduce her? She just threw herself at me... You wouldn't believe me even if I told you. You just haven't met that old slut. If you had, you wouldn't be a virgin anymore."
"Impossible. She's so attractive, would she actively seduce you? You have no money or power." I tried to refute him, even to call him a liar, but I restrained myself.
"You don't understand... You're right, she's a great catch, a single, beautiful woman in her forties, with a great look and figure, and her income seems pretty good too. She even bought me a cell phone, hehe... But let me tell you, this kind of woman is the most restless. She's been with men for over twenty years, so she has no inhibitions about sex anymore. Besides, she's divorced. Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger; just a little teasing and she'll throw herself into my arms."
"Then why did she get divorced?" My stubbornness kicked in again; I desperately wanted to know the real reason for my parents' divorce, maybe I could get the answer from Huang
Lang. "You really love asking questions. Why do you care why she got divorced? She's not your mother." I was stunned by this, and after thinking for a long time, I didn't know how to answer. Then Huang Lang sent another message. "Sorry buddy, I forgot your parents are divorced too. I really didn't mean it, are you angry?"
"No, let's talk about that woman, I'm quite curious."
"I was just listening casually, she didn't go into details, but basically her husband was always busy outside. Once, she met an old classmate at some class reunion, and the two of them started sleeping together all the time. Eventually, her husband found out and they got divorced. I heard she even went to another city with that guy to do business, running some kind of phone call service, where they'd find a bunch of women to talk to people on the phone, saying whatever they felt like. Later, they got shut down by the anti-prostitution squad, and the guy who partnered with her went to jail. She ran back, otherwise she would have gone too." After reading this, I really couldn't talk to Huang Lang anymore. My patience and tolerance had reached their limit. I was afraid of knowing more things I didn't want to know, so I decided to end it here for today.
"I'm not feeling well, let's end this here, I'm logging off." After sending this message, I immediately shut down my computer, went to the window and opened it a crack. The biting winter wind kept pouring in, blowing on my face and body. I took a few deep breaths of cold air, then clung to the windowsill and screamed. I could see passersby below staring at me; they must have thought I was crazy, but they had no idea the pain in my heart.
That night I had a dream. I dreamt that my mother suddenly appeared in front of me, and I loudly questioned her about why she had done such a shameful thing. My mother always seemed to hesitate, as if she had some grievance she couldn't express. Just as I was about to press her for answers, Huang Lang suddenly appeared naked behind my mother, grinning as he pulled her to do *that*. I was furious and yelled at my mother not to go with him, and I cursed at Huang Lang. As I was cursing, I woke up from my own rage. First, I felt thirsty, then my whole body ached, and I had a slight fever and dizziness. These past few days I've been anxious and angry, with a lot of pent-up frustration. Just now, a gust of cold wind blew in, and I've clearly caught a cold, but I didn't pay much attention. I got out of bed
, drank a big glass of water, and then drifted off to sleep. The next day, my condition worsened; I had a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius, and my throat hurt so much I couldn't speak. Aunt Zhang took me to the hospital for an injection and stayed with me all morning. At noon, she took me home, personally cooked me some porridge, fed me, and then rushed back to the factory to finish her work. Her care for me touched me deeply. Even my own mother would do this for me. Compared to that, what is my own mother doing right now? Probably indulging in debauchery every night, living like a god. As I lay in bed lost in thought, my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw it was Huang Lang calling. I hesitated whether to answer and what to say, but he hung up. My heart relaxed, but less than three minutes later he called again. I decided to answer and hear what this guy had to say.
"Hello!"
"Hello, is Xiao Wu there?"
"This is me."
"Damn, I thought it was someone else. Why does your voice sound so different? Are you trying to play the deep voice with me?"
My nose was stuffy and my voice was hoarse after catching a cold. I couldn't even recognize my own voice. No wonder Huang Lang mistook me for someone else. I said, "I have a cold, and my throat hurts."
"I didn't pay attention to you saying you weren't feeling well yesterday. Turns out you really are sick. How are you? Have you taken any medicine? If it's not good, you should get an injection. Don't tough it out."
"I'm fine, I won't die."
"How about I come over and see you? I can help you out or something."
"No need, it's too much trouble. I have someone taking care of me at home. I'll be fine in a couple of days."
Huang Lang said a lot of comforting words. He heard that my voice sounded weak and said he wouldn't disturb my rest and would call me another day. He called again that night, but I only talked for a few words before hanging up.
To be honest, if Huang Lang hadn't messed with my mother, he would really be a good friend. Besides, he didn't know that woman was my mother. It should be considered an unintentional mistake. As the saying goes, adversity reveals true friendship. This illness made me see the people around me for who they truly are, and I began to rationally consider my mother's situation. The last vestige of illusion I had about her chastity was shattered. Now, my only concern is whether she still loves me, her son, and which is more important to her: sex or maternal love. To find out, I decided to implement my second plan.
As soon as my condition improved, I contacted Huang Lang online again and added my alternate account to his QQ group. Huang Lang promised to keep it a secret, not revealing my identity or name in the group, and even made me an administrator. Thus, the first step of my plan was successfully implemented.
The second step was to find out what my mother was doing in the group and everything about her. My mother's name in the group was "Cupid," and she would appear in the group every night around 7 PM and not log off until midnight. These few hours were also the most active time in the group, with everyone sending dirty jokes and pictures, but I rarely saw my mother speak publicly in the group. Later I found out that it was because she was busy chatting with people privately, saying things that were, of course, cheesy and even disgusting. I won't list them all here. The important thing is that I found many photos of my mother in the group photo album. These photos were divided into several groups: some were close-up photos taken with a computer webcam, some were personal photos of my mother when she was young, and of course, there were many obscene and vulgar so-called artistic photos. One of them was a newly uploaded close-up photo. In the photo, my mother had long, black hair, which was draped messily over her smooth shoulders. From her flushed face, it was clear that she had been drinking. She shamelessly flaunted her lewd expression, and her eyes and brows exuded a seductive charm. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, squeezing her already full breasts so that they seemed about to burst. The picture was quite large, so I scrolled down with the mouse. Two dark pubic hairs appeared on the screen, and half of a bulging, engorged penis stood out among them, with the other half already inserted into my mother's body. The date was marked in the lower right corner of the photo; it was the night I last went back to my hometown to see her, on the midnight train.
Looking at this photo, I wondered how many times Mom and this man had slept together that night. She left without even making the bed in the morning, and I ended up cleaning up her love nest. If I had known, I would have burned that bed to the ground to avoid the disgusting sight.
The following day, I sent Mom many messages using my alternate QQ account, "Orphan in the Snow," but she didn't reply to a single one. Anyone else would have been disappointed, but I wasn't disappointed at all; in fact, I was very happy. This meant that at least she didn't just talk to anyone. But I couldn't let her ignore me forever. I had to find a way to communicate with her. Then I thought of Huang Lang; he must know how to get me to talk to "Cupid." So I asked him for help. Huang Lang's words were straightforward and direct: "You're a smart kid. Women are all vain. Just compliment her on her beauty, and she'll definitely take the bait. If you don't understand anything, come ask me." I did as Huang Lang said, sending my mother several messages praising her beauty, but all I got in return were four words: "Hehe, thank you." After that, there was no further response. Perhaps it was because of my mother's indifference that I began to have a misconception that my mother wasn't a promiscuous woman; at least she maintained a certain reserve with strangers. Therefore, my aversion to these people gradually faded. Maybe I was just deceiving myself, but I really preferred to believe that they were all like me, unable to get anything out of my mother.
During those agonizing days, I got used to using a dual identity online. On one hand, there was my real self, occasionally chatting with my mother, who would always earnestly admonish me: "Don't just play during the holidays. Go back and review your old lessons. In high school, it's either progress or regression. You can't afford to be distracted at this crucial time."
Of course, I agreed with her, but inwardly I disagreed: "You tell your own child not to be distracted, yet you're harming someone else's child!"
On the other hand, I was also a 'snow orphan' searching for sex online. Every evening after dinner, I would lock myself in my room, quietly waiting for 'Cupid' to appear, then send her some lewd jokes and pictures. Gradually, she started to notice me and we would chat for a bit, but only to the level of ordinary online friends. I began to have a thought that I hoped my mother would say something intimate to me, like she said to Huang Lang, but this thought was immediately stopped by my reason. I secretly berated myself for how wicked my thoughts were.

Mom's True Colors Revealed (Part 2)

Time flies, and the end of the year is already here. Many guests have come to our house, and Dad and Aunt Zhang are so busy taking care of everyone that they don't have time for me. As for me, I always intentionally avoid crowds, feeling out of place in the festive atmosphere. I always feel like people are looking at me strangely. Maybe it's because I feel guilty; I think they don't like seeing me so downcast. So, I wisely confine myself to my room. Watching movies or playing games is better than forcing a smile in front of Dad's friends and colleagues.
It wasn't until Dad and Aunt Zhang saw off their relatives and friends that they remembered I was still in the house.
That evening, Aunt Zhang asked me to go out for dinner and watch TV, but I said I wasn't interested. Seeing that I remained in my room, Dad came to talk to me personally, saying, "Xiao Wu, this is the first time your Aunt Zhang has celebrated a holiday with us. Do you know how much this means to her? So you must eat this meal with us. Aunt Zhang is so good to you, don't make her sad. Be good." Dad's words were reasonable, forceful, and measured, leaving no room for refusal. I had no choice but to ceremonially accompany them for dinner, then sneaked back to my room like a ghost, locking the door to reject any further disturbance.
I took out a pack of cigarettes from my drawer and started puffing away at the computer. This smoking habit started after I discovered my mother's shameful affair. The only way to relieve my sorrows is with Yuxi cigarettes—something Dad and Aunt Zhang don't know. After 1 a.m., there were practically no one online on my QQ. I switched to my alternate account, 'Orphan in the Snow,' and the group chat was quieter than a library; there was no one to chat with. Maybe I ate something unclean, because I suddenly felt a stomachache. I put down my computer and rushed to the bathroom. After I had a severe bowel movement, when I returned to my computer, I saw my mother's avatar flashing on QQ. I thought, "Mom still cares about me; she's sending me messages so late."
I opened the message, and the content was simple but heartwarming: "Are you there? Can we chat?" Without hesitation, I replied, "Of course, Mom, I miss you so much." After sending the message, something felt off. Upon closer inspection, I almost froze. It turned out that my mother's message wasn't for me, but for 'Orphan in the Snow.' I addressed her as "Mom" in my reply. Would she find out?
I thought, "This is terrible! If Mom finds out 'Orphan in the Snow' is me, how can I ever face her again?" At that moment, I was both nervous and ashamed, not knowing what to do. Just then, another message from my mother came through.
"Hehe, you want to be my son? Well, that depends on how handsome you are."
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw this message. It seems my mom thought I was just a guy with a mother complex online. At least I didn't give myself away. I quickly replied, "I'm not that handsome, but I'm not that ugly either. Can you be my mom?"
"Then what will you give me to be your mother? A son can't be
a son for nothing." "I'm still a student. I haven't earned any money yet. I'll definitely take good care of you
when I earn money." "Hehe, what a good boy. Mom doesn't want your money. I just want one thing you have. I wonder if you'd be willing to give it to Mom?"
Anyone who isn't too stupid would have guessed what 'Cupid' meant. She was clearly flirting with 'Snow Orphan'. My heart was pounding. I didn't know how to answer her, so I pretended to be clueless.
"What good thing do I have?"
"Hehe, good boy, I guess you're a virgin?"
"Yes, that's right." My face started to burn, and my palms started to sweat.
"Can you tell me your name, how old you are, and where you are now?" Why
is Mom asking these questions? Could she be thinking…? Impossible, I'm just a stranger to her. I must be overthinking it. I thought for a moment, then told Mom my surname was Wen, and she could call me Xiao Wen. I added two years to my age. As for where I was, I said I lived in the building next to the broadcasting station in my hometown, which was far from where Mom lived, so it wouldn't arouse her suspicion.
"So we're in the same place! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Mom became much more proactive after learning I was in the same city.
"I used to greet you, but you never paid any attention to me."
"Good son, don't blame me. If you had called me 'Mom' earlier, we might already be old friends. I'll treat you however you want, Xiaowen. How do you want me to treat you?"
"I...I don't know..."
"Are you free now? Let's find a place to sit and let Mom pamper you."
"No, I want to sleep." Faced with my mother's seduction, I really couldn't handle it calmly. What's worse, I found that my body was actually aroused. I had heard people say that "men are animals that think with their lower bodies," and it seems that this is really true. Even though I knew that the other party was my biological mother, my lust still overcame my reason. The only thing I was glad about was that she wasn't around, otherwise, I really don't know what heinous things I would have done.
"Really not? Or don't you want to give your virginity to an old woman?" My mother was still seducing me.
"No, Mom, you're beautiful, really. It's just that I don't want to start so soon. You're like my own mother to me."
This time, Mom didn't reply immediately. She waited a few minutes before sending a message: "I understand. You're a good child. I'm sorry, I was a little out of line just now. I'm just so lonely. I hope you don't mind."
"I understand." Do I really understand? "Mom, I'll still call you Mom. Will you still chat with me in the future?"
"Hehe, of course. Mom likes good children."
"Hmm, will you always be online?"
"I'm not busy these days. You can message me on QQ whenever you miss me, or call me." Then Mom sent me her phone number, welcoming me to call her anytime.
That night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. I wondered if Mom and I could go beyond the mother-son relationship without affecting our current one, bringing our online dual identities into reality. What would be the consequences? I thought about it a lot, but I was still caught between reason and desire. I really hoped someone could help me.
Two days later, Dad suddenly said he was taking me back to our hometown. My heart skipped a beat, and I asked him why we were going back. Dad said, "We've been living away from home for over half a year, so we need to go back to visit relatives during the holidays." I said, "What relatives do we have back home?" My grandfather passed away early, and my grandmother also passed away a few years ago. My uncles and aunts are scattered all over the place, and we rarely get together. Dad said, "This time we're mainly going back to see your Grandpa Zhang." Hearing this, I understood; my dad was going to see his current father-in-law.
"You two can go, why bring an outsider like me?"
"What are you saying? Aren't you my son?"
I couldn't argue with Dad, so I had to go with them back to their hometown. The three of us set off from home in the morning and finally arrived at our destination at two o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as we got off the bus, we were warmly greeted by a man in his forties, Aunt Zhang's older brother. He had been waiting there to pick us up. Seeing that we had brought many gifts, he said, "Hey... we're not strangers, why bring so much stuff? We have everything at home. Get in the car." Then he hailed a taxi and took us to his home.
Aunt Zhang's mother passed away from illness three years ago. She lives with her elderly father, older brother, and sister. They heard that Aunt Zhang had brought her father back to her parents' home, so they all gathered for a meal. I felt very uncomfortable in such a noisy scene, especially with a group of strangers walking around in front of me. Even when they showed me kindness, I remained cold. People say that children from divorced families are withdrawn, but it depends on who they're dealing with. How could I possibly be warm towards these emotionless strangers?
During the meal, the elders drank and chatted, and I felt extremely bored. So I hid my phone under the table and secretly sent a text message to my mother: "Mom, what are you doing?" About five or six minutes later, my mother replied with three words: "I'm busy." I asked again: "Busy with what?" She replied: "I'm packing goods. I haven't had time all day. I'll call you another day." I sent another message: "Do you need my help?" This time, she didn't reply to my text message until the end of the meal. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I didn't know whether I should tell her that I was back, or perhaps we should meet.
After the meal, the hosts treated us to tea and fruit. We chatted for a while, and then Aunt Zhang's older brother took us to the hotel that had been arranged. Before leaving, he said to Aunt Zhang: "Little San'er, I'll come pick you up the day after tomorrow morning. Let's go together to send a lantern to Mom." In the mortal world, lanterns are hung for festivals, and in the underworld, eternal lamps are sent. This is our local custom. I don't know if it's the same in other places.
I overheard Aunt Zhang's older brother calling her "Little Third," and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. So I joked with her, "So your name is Little Third, and mine is Little Fifth. We're quite a match." Aunt Zhang laughed heartily, gently patted my cheek, and said, "Yeah, that's right." I was speechless. She could still laugh when someone called her Little Third. What a silly aunt! But I felt closer to her, and sometimes I even thought about changing how I addressed her.
In the hotel, Dad and Aunt Zhang shared a room, and I had a room to myself. The hotel had internet access, and I noticed Mom was online. I thought, "I texted her earlier, and she said she was packing goods and hadn't had time all day. How come she has time to go online now?" I sent her a message as "Orphan in the Snow": "Mom, are you there?" Almost at the same time, she sent me a message: "Xiaowen, can we chat for a bit?" "
Sure, I'll chat with you whenever you have time. I'm just afraid of interfering with your work." I intentionally tested her to see if she was really busy or just pretending.
"Hehe, didn't I tell you last time that I'm free these few days? You can come see me anytime."
"Yeah, I forgot."
"But only for these few days, so you'd better seize the opportunity, understand what I mean?"
"I don't quite understand, what opportunity?" I wouldn't say I'm very smart, but even a fool could see through such an obvious seduction. I just wanted my mom to explain it clearly.
"Heh, you brat, playing dumb with your mother."
"I really don't understand."
"Fine, I'll tell you, I've been lonely these past few days. If you'd like to come to my house and keep me company, I'll make sure you're in heaven. I've made you say it yourself, satisfied your animalistic desires, haven't I?"
Ever since I discovered my mother's shameful affair, I'd hoped it wasn't true. Later, I realized it was an undeniable fact. I only hoped my mother's love for me wouldn't diminish because of her private life. But at this moment, I've completely seen my mother's true colors. She could disregard her own son for a moment's sexual desire, even seducing a complete stranger online. In my experience, I've never seen a woman as shameless as my mother. My feelings for her have shifted from deep love to pity, and then from pity to resentment. I hate this woman. I hate that she betrayed her husband and then deceived her son. I want to punish her, to make her suffer the fate a promiscuous woman deserves.
There's a Qing Dynasty novel called *The Carnal Prayer Mat*, about a man named Wei Yangsheng who defiled other men's wives and daughters. Eventually, his own wife was also defiled and sold into a brothel. Shao Li, who also enjoyed seducing young men, behaved much like Wei Yangsheng, unaware of the karmic cycle at play. Fate had other plans. If it weren't for Xiao Wu giving his mother a QQ number—which is how Huang Lang met Shao Li—the two would have become lovers, their relationship turning from love to hate, culminating in a tragic incestuous relationship.
The story continues, and I'm determined to take revenge on this promiscuous woman. So I called Huang Lang and asked him for a favor.
"Hey, Huang Lang, where are you?"
"I'm having dinner at my uncle's house. I've been visiting relatives these past few days, so busy I haven't called you."
"Oh, I want to ask you for a favor. Do you have time?"
"Damn it, we're like brothers, why would I ask? Just tell me what you need."
“I’m back home right now. How about we meet and talk?”
“Sure, it’s been a long time since we last met. Let’s have a drink. I’ll wait for you at our usual spot tonight, remember? It’s that little restaurant next to the post office.”
“Okay, sure, see you tonight.”
I hung up the phone, my heart still racing, trying to figure out how to bring it up with Huang Lang. Bang, bang, bang, someone knocked on the door. I opened it and saw my dad. I invited him in and said, “Dad, let me make you some tea. You’ve had quite a bit to drink.” So I made a cup of the tea bag the hotel gave us. Dad took a sip and said, “You haven’t seen Mom in a while, have you?” I nodded. Dad continued, “Tomorrow, your Aunt Zhang and I are going out to meet some friends, and the day after, I have to deliver a lamp to her mother. I won’t have time to spend with you. If you want to see Mom, go ahead.” I nodded again, remaining silent. Dad stood up, patted my arm, and then left. Watching my father's retreating figure, I wanted to tell him, "Dad, you did the right thing. Mom isn't worth your longing. Aunt Zhang is a better wife."
That evening, I went to the restaurant next to the post office as planned. It was a place Huang Lang and I often ate together; it was cheap and affordable. Huang Lang had also hosted a farewell dinner for me there last time. When I arrived, Huang Lang had already been waiting for over half an hour, but he didn't mind my lateness. Instead, he gave me a warm hug, so enthusiastic that it even touched me. Facing the person who had wronged my mother, I should have been furious, or at least embarrassed, but I was touched by Huang Lang's friendship and unconsciously forgave him in my heart.
Huang Lang and I found a place to sit on the second floor. Luckily, it wasn't mealtime, and there was no one else on the second floor except for a waiter sweeping the floor. We casually ordered a few dishes and a dozen beers, chatting and drinking. When we were flushed and our faces were burning, Huang Lang asked me, "Hey buddy, didn't you say you needed my help? Just tell me, and I'll definitely do it for you. I'll treat your problem as my own. Just say it." After drinking a few bottles of beer, my head was spinning, and I became bolder. I said, "Tell me about that woman, the one named Shao Li. Can you find a way to let me have some fun with her?" By this time, the waiter sweeping the floor had already gone downstairs, and it was just the two of us upstairs, so I spoke even more without restraint, not even feeling embarrassed with my face hidden behind the alcohol.
"Haha, you've finally figured it out, kid. I thought you were a real gentleman. But then again, there are plenty of slutty lovers out there. I only get to sleep with her when I have the chance. I've been so busy these past few days that I haven't had time to contact her at all. But don't worry, I'll definitely help you with this, but when is uncertain."
"I've already talked to her. She's free these few days and says I can go anytime."
"Damn, buddy, you're amazing! You handled it all by yourself." Huang Lang took a sip of his drink and then said, "Wait a minute, you've already got her, so why are you asking me for help? Oh... I know, you're a real scoundrel! You wanted a threesome the first time, so you're asking me for help. You're so kind of me, I'm doing this on purpose."
Seeing that he was getting more and more ridiculous, I quickly told him to stop and said, "It's not like that. I want you to help me figure out a way to have sex with her without her seeing me."
Huang Lang was drinking and almost spat it out when he heard my request. He said, "Have sex with her without her seeing you? That's way too difficult!"
"I know it's not easy, otherwise why would I ask you for help? You're full of clever ideas, help me think of something."
"Don't praise me yet. Tell me first, why don't you want her to see you? You're not ugly, why are you afraid she'll see you?"
"Here's the thing, Shao Li knows my stepmother, and I'm worried things will get complicated if she sees me. You understand?"
I had anticipated Huang Lang would ask me this, so I had prepared my excuse at the hotel, and it came in handy now.
"Oh, I see. No wonder you told me to pretend I didn't know you in the group chat. You were afraid Shao Li would find out and tell your stepmother, and you'd be in big trouble."
"That's right. Now you know everything, so you should help me think of a solution."
"Don't worry, there's definitely a solution. Tonight, I'll come up with a brilliant plan for you. Let's drink first."
We clinked glasses and drank several more bottles of beer until we were both completely drunk. I simply took him back to my hotel, and he fell asleep on the bed without even washing up. When I woke up the next day, Huang Lang had already washed up and was sitting on the sofa watching TV and smoking. This guy's alcohol tolerance is definitely much higher than mine. After seven or eight bottles of beer, he was full of energy again after a good night's sleep. In comparison, I was much less energetic. My head was still a bit dizzy. I went into the bathroom to wash my face, and when I came out, I asked Huang Lang for a cigarette and asked, "When did you get up?" Huang Lang said, "A little after nine. Oh, by the way, your dad just came by and asked me to tell you that they went out to meet some friends and won't be back until tonight."
I looked at my watch, and it was already past one in the afternoon. I didn't expect I had slept for so long. Huang Lang said again, "I've taken care of it for you." I asked, puzzled, "What is it?" Huang Lang said, "You don't mean it, it's that thing you asked me to do last night." It seems I'm still drunk and haven't sobered up yet. How could I have forgotten about it? I asked him, "So fast? How did you do it?"
"I called her as soon as I got up and said I wanted to stay at her house tonight, and she agreed."
"That's it?"
"No, listen to me. I'll tie her hands up, blindfold her, and you wait outside. When I call you, you go in and have sex with her. She won't be able to see you, and that'll do it."
"Will that work? Will she be so obedient as to let you tie her up? I think we should forget about it." I thought his idea was terrible. I only wanted to have sex with my mother once, and I didn't want her safety to be harmed, so I backed out.
"Don't worry, we can't use violence, it's not classy. It's easy to fuck that old woman, you know SM? I'll just say I want to do something special. It's not like she's a virgin anyway, just listen to me."
I was nervous, unsure if his plan would work. I'd see how it went. If he couldn't handle it, I'd slip away. The important thing was to avoid my mother finding out; there might be other opportunities later. Thinking this, I agreed. We started discussing the details, waiting to carry it out tonight. Winter days are short. As we plotted in the room, the sky outside the window grew gray. Huang Lang and I ate something casually at the hotel restaurant. I even drank a small bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). After a while, feeling the effects of the alcohol, we started to carry out our plan. We first went to a nearby supermarket to buy a roll of tape and some woolen rope, then headed towards my mother's place.
As we walked, snow suddenly began to fall, and it grew darker and darker. By the time we reached Mom's place, it was completely dark. I checked my phone; it was a little after six in the evening. Huang Lang and I first looked around to make sure no one was passing by before heading to the black lacquered door. The door wasn't locked; it seemed Mom had intentionally left it unlocked for Huang Lang. So we gently opened the door, and Huang Lang told me, "Hide first, and when I give you a shake, you come in." Then he went inside.
The lights were on inside, and I saw Mom sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the computer, probably chatting with someone online. Huang Lang had already entered the house. My mother stood up to greet him, casually putting her arm around his shoulder and kissing him on the cheek. Huang Lang also unceremoniously put his arm around my mother's slender waist and bumped her with his lower body. Although I couldn't hear what they were saying, I could see my mother laughing, her expression charming and seductive. She had never smiled at me like that before. Just seeing this made me burn with jealousy.
My mother was wearing a black, tight-fitting sweater with a low neckline, revealing glimpses of her cleavage. Her lower body was out of my sight. She chatted with Huang Lang for a few moments, then came out of the house. Startled, I quickly found a place to hide. Luckily, there was a pile of cardboard boxes in the southwest corner of the yard, so I hid behind them. In the light streaming through the window, I could see that my mother was wearing fleece-lined tight leggings over leather shorts, barely covering her buttocks, which looked full and firm. She walked with a swaying gait, wearing knee-high heeled leather boots, making her look mature and fashionable. She walked to the front door, pretended to clear her throat, grunted twice, and then locked the door. It
seemed my mother had been fooling around with other men at home quite a bit; she was so experienced. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. After she went back inside, she drew the curtains, the thick curtains blocking out all the light, and I could only see their blurry figures. Two figures, tightly embracing, were reflected on the curtains before collapsing together. They were now kissing and cuddling on the bed, while I stood outside, freezing and swallowing my saliva.
I waited and waited, my hands and feet almost numb with cold. I worried that Huang Lang might be enjoying his pleasure alone, abandoning me. Should I call him? Just then, the lights in the room dimmed, and my phone rang. I took it out and saw it was Huang Lang's signal. I brushed the snow off myself and tiptoed to the door. Huang Lang opened the door to greet me, quietly saying, "Everything's arranged. Go in, take it easy."
Seeing that he didn't intend to come in with me, I asked, "What about you?" Huang Lang said, "This is your first time, so I won't argue with you. I'm leaving now. Enjoy yourself." With that, he pushed me through the door, leaped out into the snow, turned back and made a phone call gesture, then disappeared into the vast snowy night.
I went into the outer room. The room, which had been piled high with goods, was now empty. It seemed my mother's business had been doing well lately.
With a heavy heart, I stepped into the inner room. The scene that suddenly appeared before me shocked me. In the light of the computer screen, I saw my mother kneeling naked on the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of stockings. A white towel was covered her eyes, and her hands were bound with tape and raised above her head, tied to a hanging cabinet with rope. It was like the sadomasochistic scenes I had seen in pornographic films, except this woman was not an actress; she was my own mother, a woman I both loved and hated.
I didn't dare to make a sound. I quietly approached my naked mother, stood by the bed, and reached out to touch her. Before I could even touch her, my mother impatiently said, "You little devil, come here! How long are you going to keep me waiting?"
As if greatly encouraged, I stretched out my two cold hands and reached for my mother's full and warm breasts. My mother shivered as I hugged her, her body radiating cold. She immediately sensed something was wrong and cried out, "Who are you?!" Afraid she would recognize me, I blurted out in a panic, "I...I'm Huang Lang! Don't you recognize me?" Luckily, my voice was hoarse from a cold and smoking, otherwise I would have given myself away.
My mother recognized the voice as not Huang Lang's and became tense, trying desperately to break free, but her hands were tightly bound. I held her tightly, threatening, "Don't move, or I'll call for help!" Normally, this is the kind of thing a coerced person would say, but in this situation, my mother didn't want anyone to know her shameful secret. If I called for help now, seeing her like this would probably do her no good. My mother, panting, said, "You're not Huang Lang! Who are you? What do you want?"
"I'm Xiao Wen, have you forgotten?" I gripped her bound hands, preventing her from escaping.
"Xiaowen, is that you?" Upon learning it was Xiaowen, Mom became less tense and said, "What are you and Huang Lang up to? Let me go!"
"I just want to play like this. Don't you like it too? I promise I won't hurt you."
"You two should just say you want to play. Why are you sneaking around like this? You scared me to death."
"Mom, it's just the two of us in the house now." One of my hands was already on Mom's plump buttocks, while the other hand took off my shirt and then unbuckled my belt.
"Take off the towel, I want to see you."
I certainly wouldn't remove the towel covering her eyes, only saying, "I'll untie it for you when we're done."
Then I quickly pulled down my pants, went behind Mom, lifted her big buttocks, and tried to find a hole to insert myself. But I was still a virgin, and in such a tense moment, facing the sexy and mature body of 'Cupid,' my penis couldn't get hard. Perhaps knowing she was my mother, out of the last shred of respect for ethics, this became the biggest obstacle on my path to incest with my mother.
While masturbating to help me get an erection, I lay on my mother's smooth back and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm your son, I want to fuck you." My heart was pounding as I said that, making me both nervous and excited. The scent of her cosmetics on her face made me feel even more aroused. I couldn't help but kiss and lick her face indiscriminately, my penis rubbing against her buttocks until it became big and hard. I could push it into her anus without using my hands. My mother was also infected by my passion, laughing lasciviously and saying, "You little beast, you want to fuck my asshole on your first time?"
There was no other light source in the room except for the computer screen, and my mother's buttocks were backlit, so I couldn't see where her vagina was or her anus. I only felt the tip of my penis already inside her fleshy hole, which hurt a little but felt very good. But I couldn't push it any further.
"Son, stick your cock out here, Mom'll lick it for you, it'll be easier to fuck when it's wet."
Hearing my mother call me son felt like she knew I was her own son, yet still wanted to commit incest with me. I did as she said, bringing my painfully throbbing cock to her lips, my hands cupping her large, white, round breasts. They felt substantial, and her dark red nipples were already hard. A flick of my finger and they bounced back like springs. My mother smelled my cock, rubbed her face against it a couple of times, then found the right spot and gave my glans a sweet kiss. She then opened her mouth and began to suck and lick, making my cock wet and slippery, like it was coated with oil.
"Try it again this time." My mother licked the liquid from the corner of her mouth, then turned her hips around, sticking them out high so I could see clearly in the light from the computer screen. This was the place I had always dreamed of, my first home, and now I could finally go home. My mother's vagina was swollen, not as pretty as the vaginas of Japanese actresses in porn, but there wasn't much pubic hair on her labia majora, making it look relatively clean. I brought my erect penis to the entrance of my mother's vagina and said to her, "Mom, your dear son is going to fuck you now, is that okay?" My mother said, "Fuck me, son, my vagina was made for you."
After getting my mother's permission, I thrust my hips forward, and my penis slid into her slippery vagina. This was my first time ever, and the person I was fucking was my own mother. The feeling was truly amazing, not only physically comfortable, but also intensely stimulating psychologically. The second, third, fourth... with each rub of my penis against my mother's vagina, it felt like an electric current shot through my entire body. I fucked harder and harder, yelling, "Mom, my dear mom, I'm going to fuck you to death! I'm your own son! I'm committing incest with you! Isn't it great,
you old slut?" "This big slut son, so slutty! You're making your old mom so happy!" My mother was being violated by me, and her vagina was getting wet, flowing down her thighs. As she responded to me passionately, she didn't know that the man fucking her was actually her son.
My mother, like a bitch, stuck out her round, plump white ass, and I fucked her from behind until I was satisfied. Then I lay on the bed and made her straddle my penis, just like in the nude photos my mother had taken, fucking her from below. My mother actively cooperated with me, her ass rising and falling on me, and I could hear a slapping sound each time. Her two big breasts bounced up and down with the rhythm, making it hard for me to hold them.
"Mom, do you like your son? Do you love him?"
"If Mom didn't like you, she wouldn't have sex with you."
"I mean your own son, do you love him?"
My mother's buttocks continued to rise and fall, but she didn't answer my question. I felt disappointed, thinking she didn't love me, so I thrust upwards a few times, cursing her, "You filthy bitch, you old slut, you only know how to seduce wild men, I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death, make you cheap, slutty, slutty cunt!" Just as I was cursing and fucking her, my mother suddenly said one word: "Love!"
Almost at the same time, I ejaculated my first semen into my mother's body. The dual pleasure of body and soul filled my whole body. I heard my mother say "love," and I knew that no matter what, she loved me, and that was enough. I hugged my mother tightly, pressed my face against her chest, and secretly shed tears of happiness, softly calling out, "Mom... Mom..."
"Good boy, what's wrong?" My mother kissed my forehead, gently pressed her face against mine, and, feeling my tears, gently asked, "Why are you crying?"
I wiped away my tears, lifted my mother off me, and a stream of semen flowed down her thigh onto the bed. My penis and inner thighs were covered in my own semen and my mother's vaginal fluid. I didn't bother to wipe it off. I first got dressed, then took my mother's hand off the cabinet, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I love you!" After saying that, I quickly ran out, jumped over the gate, and ran tirelessly down the street... ran...
Half a year later, one evening, I came down from the school basketball court and was about to go home. When I reached the gate, I saw a figure standing across the street. She had long, black hair, wore a light blue dress, and white sandals, looking clean and refreshing. This person was my mother. In the afterglow of the setting sun, she was smiling at me, a bright and beautiful smile.

My Mother's True Colors Revealed (Part 1)

The word "mother" is the word I least want to see or hear now. Since my last trip back to my hometown, when I had sex with her without her knowledge, I've rarely contacted her. I haven't even logged into my QQ account, "Orphan in the Snow." Partly, I'm afraid she'll recognize me, and partly, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will try to have sex with her again. After my first sexual experience, I became deeply addicted to the pleasure of lust. It was a feeling I never dared to imagine when I was a virgin. Even though it was my own mother, she would often appear in my fantasies, and when I woke up, she was the object of my fantasies, a source of masturbation and release.
Later, I tried to find girlfriends to satisfy my sexual needs, but when I was with girls my age, I always felt they lacked something, and I couldn't feel any sexual interest. Conversely, I felt immense satisfaction in incestuous novels and films. I thought I would spend my youth like this, at least I wouldn't see my mother again before graduation, but this peaceful life of the past six months was shattered on this day.
I came down from the basketball court, ready to go home after school. As I reached the gate, I saw a figure standing across the street. She had long, glossy black hair, wore a light blue floral dress, and white sandals. This woman, with a pure and innocent appearance, was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, smiling gently as she walked towards me. She was my mother—Shao Li.
My heart pounded wildly with each step she took. The closer she got, the faster my heart raced.
"Mom, what brings you here?" My throat felt like it was choked, and my voice was so soft I could barely hear myself. I cleared my throat and said, "When did you arrive? Why didn't you call?"
I looked left and right, unable to meet my mother's gaze.
"I arrived at noon. There wasn't much going on at the shop, so I thought I'd come and see you."
I hummed in agreement, then didn't know what else to say. I kept fiddling with the basketball in my hands, trying to ease and hide my inner tension and unease.
"Look at you, all sweaty! Instead of coming home after school, all you do is play." Mom pulled out a wet wipe and gently wiped the sweat from my forehead and neck. I couldn't tell if it was the wipe or Mom's hands that smelled so sweet, it made me feel lightheaded, like a tranquilizer, and it made me relax a little.
"I just called your dad and asked him to spend the weekend with me."
"Oh, have you found a place to stay?"
"I just checked into a hotel. Let's go find somewhere to eat." Mom wasn't familiar with the area and told me to find a nice place; she wanted to treat me to a good meal. But I had no appetite, so I just randomly picked a dumpling restaurant and ordered two dishes and a plate of dumplings. We ate and chatted, but the whole time it felt more like Mom was interrogating me. She kept asking me this and that: how were my studies? Did I need money? What was my homeroom teacher like? Did I have a girlfriend?... And I felt like a criminal on trial, mechanically answering every question, constantly reminding myself to be careful not to say anything carelessly.
My mother held her long hair up to avoid getting food on it, and even the way she ate exuded elegance. Occasionally, she would lightly lick her lips, and every movement captivated me. Just as I was stealing glances at her chest, my erection was burning, when she suddenly asked, "Why haven't you been online lately? Does your dad forbid it?"
"Last month I left a message telling you my score on the monthly exam, didn't you see it?" I pulled a napkin from the box, wiped my mouth, and nervously looked out the window. I didn't even know what I was looking at; maybe I just wanted to get away quickly.
"I was talking about that number,"
my mother said casually, but I felt like a suspect being convicted, immediately tensing up. Although it was summer, my palms were already sweating. I didn't know if my mother was just saying it casually or if she already knew the truth. In that instant, I thought of several lies, but none of them were believable. Finally, I only said two words: "No."
What did "no" mean? Did she not have another number, or had she not logged into that number? I didn't even know what I was saying. Thinking I was in trouble, I stood there like a statue, staring out the window, the atmosphere incredibly awkward.
Mom took a sip of tea, followed my gaze out the window, and after a moment said, "It's getting dark, you should go home."
I felt like I'd been granted a reprieve, and without even saying goodbye, I stood up and headed out. Mom called out, "Hey, basketball!" I was already at the door when I remembered I'd forgotten to take the basketball from my seat, so I hurriedly went back and took it from Mom.
"Your memory's terrible. Be careful, young man, don't be so clumsy," Mom scolded me, half-scolding. Then she added, "I have to meet a friend tomorrow, I'll call you the day after, remember?"
I nodded, stumbled out of the restaurant, hailed a taxi on the street, and went home without daring to look back.
The experience left me shaken. When I got home, I saw Aunt Zhang watching TV, and Dad washing fruit in the kitchen; they seemed to have just finished eating too. For the past few months, Dad has been coming home very early. He's even hired a nanny to take care of Aunt Zhang during the day. You can probably guess what's going on—Aunt Zhang is pregnant, seven months along. Dad has turned down all unnecessary
social engagements, focusing all his attention on her. He's busy and happy, and even I'm a little jealous. "Little Five's back! Have you eaten?" Aunt Zhang, with her big belly, was watching a silly obstacle course game on TV, laughing heartily while clutching her stomach.
"Yes, I have."
Dad then brought out some washed fruit and placed it in front of Aunt Zhang, calling me over to eat with her. I said I didn't want to eat, rinsed off the sweat, and went back to my room, picking up a book and flipping through it aimlessly.
The images in my mind flipped through pages like pages of a book, all showing the scenes of me with my mother just now. Especially when I remembered her saying, "I was talking about that number," I felt like her words were implying something, and that she wasn't just saying it casually.
Thinking of this, I turned on my computer and logged into the "Orphan in the Snow" account. Since I hadn't logged in for a long time, I hadn't received many of the previous messages, so I had no idea if "Cupid" had left me a message. To my surprise, Huang Lang's QQ group was still very active, and the group album had many more explicit photos of my mother, even more explicit than before.
One set of photos shocked me even more: my mother was standing naked in front of a projection screen, holding a microphone. The image projected from the projector onto her snow-white skin, transforming into a multicolored blue body. The surrounding environment was dark, but I could see many people below, some smoking, some drinking, but all their eyes were fixed on my mother's alluring body.
It was clear that the photos were taken in a KTV room, and my mother was engaging in group sex with this group. The next photo was even more lewd. My mother was holding onto the sofa with one hand and a microphone in the other, seemingly singing or moaning. Her long hair cascaded down like waves, being caressed and played with by a man sitting on the sofa. Her large, white buttocks, raised high, were being vigorously penetrated by a young man about my age—that man was Huang Lang. I don't know how to describe my feelings towards Huang Lang. I'm not a friend, nor an enemy; I'm just in a very awkward situation. I suppose he was the one who organized the lewd party in the photo. This guy is a real headache.
The third photo was practically a relay race of sex. My mother was being lifted up by two young men, her thighs raised high, her buttocks resting on the edge of the coffee table. She was tilting her head to lick Huang Lang's penis clean of semen. A guy with a lot of hair in his anus was thrusting between my mother's legs, and behind him was a line of men waiting, each with an erection. A pack of wolves' feast was inevitable.
If I had seen these photos six months ago, I definitely wouldn't have been able to bear it. Even now, they still don't look very appealing. After all, no one wants to see their mother being gang-raped. But after seeing them so many times, they don't seem so bad anymore. Thinking about my mother's lewd expression, I found myself getting an erection. Helpless, I had to use my mother as my object of fantasy again. So I took off my shorts, grabbed my hard penis, and started masturbating while looking at my mother's lewd photos.
After a quick round of masturbation, my lust was released, but I was quickly overwhelmed by guilt. She is, after all, my mother. I know she still loves me. How could I use someone who loves me as an object to satisfy my lust? If my mother didn't love me, I would feel better. I thought again: if we were mutually attracted, if she was willing... No, how could that be? Lost in my thoughts, I wiped the semen off the floor, then collapsed onto the bed, continuing to speculate on various possibilities.
The next day was Friday. I went to and from school as usual, but as I passed the school gate, I kept glancing at the street to see if my mother was across the street. Mom said she was meeting a friend today, and she didn't show up. I wondered who she was meeting. This city was still unfamiliar to her; she probably didn't know anyone there. Was it some online friend? Did Mom mainly come to meet an online friend and only came to see me on the side? Never mind, I'm used to it anyway. I should just think about how to deal with Mom tomorrow.
This weekend was a monthly break. Normally I could relax, but this time it gave me a headache. I didn't know how I would get through these two days with Mom. Oh well, I had to grit my teeth and get through it.
The morning was peaceful. It was almost noon and Mom hadn't called. I thought she was still with her friend and didn't have time for me. Just then, my phone rang. It was Mom. She wanted me to come to her hotel room; she wanted to talk to me.
Dad had told me not to tell Aunt Zhang about Mom's visit, fearing she'd be angry. So I told her, "Mom, my friend is looking for me, I won't be back for lunch." I forgot to mention, last month I started calling Aunt Zhang "Mom." This was both Dad's wish and my own choice; I couldn't keep calling her "Auntie," especially since she's been quite good to me. As long as I still love my own mother, "stepmother" is just a title, nothing serious.
I walked to the hotel, sat in the lobby, smoked a cigarette, and then slowly made my way to Mom's room. Room 202, near the corner of the stairs, was Mom's room. I knocked twice, and Mom's voice immediately came from inside: "Coming." A moment later, I heard the lock click, and Mom opened the door. I called out "Mom," and just as I was about to step inside, I noticed someone sitting on the bed behind her. (

Mom's true colors revealed - Part 2)

Why was there a man in Mom's room? Although my mother blocked the man's face, I could still tell from his clothes that it was a man, and not too old. I hesitated, unsure whether to go in or back out. I swayed slightly and whispered, "Someone's here?" My mother nodded expressionlessly, pulled me inside, and as the perspective shifted, I clearly saw the man's face. Unexpectedly, yet predictably, it happened—it was Huang Lang.
My first instinct was to run. Turning around, I found my mother standing behind me, almost bumping into me. My face flushed red, and I could hear my heart pounding. I was completely at a loss. My mother crossed her arms, fiddling with her hair, glancing at us occasionally with a strange expression—not anger, but a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment. I involuntarily backed away until I was next to Huang Lang, glancing at him sideways. He had his head down, seemingly afraid to look at me.
The air in the room seemed to freeze. After half a minute, Mom suddenly spoke, "Well... you can tell Xiao Wu yourself." Mom turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. Only
Huang Lang and I remained. By then, I had made a preliminary judgment: Huang Lang had accidentally let slip my true identity as the 'orphan in the snow.' Now, not only did Mom know about my shameful behavior, but Huang Lang also knew about our incestuous affair. Instantly enraged, I shoved Huang Lang and yelled, "You fucking screwed me over!" Huang Lang was pushed onto the bed and said aggrievedly, "Buddy, don't worry, let me tell you." "Get lost
." I had no mood to listen to him at that moment; I just wanted to leave quickly. I could never face Mom again.
Seeing that I was about to leave, Huang Lang immediately stopped me, saying, "It's not me who screwed you over, it's your stepmother who screwed you over, and you're still in the dark." Hearing this, I immediately realized that things weren't as simple as I thought, so I asked him what he meant.
"I'm telling you, don't get angry."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just get to the point!"
"Don't rush me..." Huang Lang pulled me down to sit, lit a cigarette for me, and continued, "Actually, this isn't my fault at all. It was your stepmother who tricked me into doing it. If you want to settle accounts with her, I'll help you."
"What does this have to do with her? Tell the truth, or I'll kill you!" I sensed the seriousness of the situation and immediately stood up, grabbing his clothes, looking very aggressive. In my current state, I was capable of anything. It was clear that Huang Lang was genuinely scared, and he timidly told the truth.
"Actually, I've known your stepmother for a long time. She's the one who plotted to make me seduce your mom. You know what happened after that."
"You're talking nonsense. Why would she do that?"
"I'm not lying to you. Your stepmother is a mistress. She had her eye on your dad before your parents divorced. She also arranged for your mom to have an affair. Later, she even tried to ruin your mom's reputation. I really didn't know it was your mom at first, otherwise I would never have done that."
Finally, the truth came out. I was kept in the dark about the whole thing. At first, I thought my father was a heartless man who turned bad after getting rich, then I thought my mother was an unfaithful woman like Pan Jinlian. Now I finally understand. Aunt Zhang was the mastermind behind my parents' divorce. She was ruthless and despicable, willing to do anything to get my father. My father was her prey; my mother was her rival; and Huang Lang was her tool. And what about me?
What am I? I am the most innocent victim in this conspiracy.
When I understood all this, a surge of anger welled up inside me. I wanted to settle old scores and new grudges at once. I smashed the cigarette in my hand on the ground, then punched Huang Lang in the cheek, yelling, "Fuck your mother, I'll teach you to be bad!"
I grabbed Huang Lang by the neck and forced him onto the bed. I caught Huang Lang off guard with a punch. By the time he reacted, I had him by the throat. His face turned from white to red, then from red to purple, and he was clearly only exhaling, not inhaling. Suddenly, he grabbed the TV remote and smashed it over my head.
I felt a sharp pain in my head, and my hand naturally loosened its grip. Huang Lang pushed me to the ground. Huang Lang coughed as he got up and turned to run away. I chased after him, grabbed him by the back of the collar, and unleashed a barrage of kicks. Huang Lang yelled, "You're fucking crazy!" He turned and kicked me in the stomach, then lunged at me and we started fighting.
We fought for five or six minutes, both of us bruised and battered. Finally, we were both exhausted. I sat down on the carpet by the bed to rest, while he lay on the sofa, panting heavily, like a dog panting with its tongue lolling out in the summer sun.
"You're so shameless. I told you the truth, and you... you even hit me..." Huang Lang took out cigarettes from his pocket, lit two, kept one for himself, and tossed the other to me.
I shifted my body, reached out to pick up the cigarette he threw at me, took a puff, and said, "Hitting you is too lenient. Tell me, did you deserve to be hit?"
"I did. You did the right thing, okay?"
"Damn it, stop playing the coward with me. I don't believe you're so kind as to come and tell me what happened."
Huang Lang was right after I pointed it out. It turned out that last month he found out that Shao Li was my mother, and felt that he had been used as a pawn by Aunt Zhang. He was unwilling to accept this, so he called Aunt Zhang to extort money. As expected, Aunt Zhang sent him five thousand yuan as hush money. Huang Lang didn't expect the money to come so easily, and he spent it recklessly. The five thousand yuan was gone in just a few days. So he called again to extort more money. This time, Aunt Zhang didn't send him any money. Instead, she hired a few people to beat Huang Lang up and warned him not to push his luck, or he would be in trouble. Unexpectedly, Huang Lang was a stubborn man who wouldn't admit defeat. From then on, he and Aunt Zhang became enemies. They glared at each other and revealed the truth, demanding my mother help them get revenge. The two of them devised a revenge plan, and then they found me, wanting me to join in.
"Let me tell you, we'll handle our own family matters. You have no need to interfere. Get out of here, and don't let me see you again!" I stood up, walked over to Huang Lang, kicked him, and yelled, "Get out!"
Huang Lang struggled to his feet and staggered out. At the door, he turned back and said to me, "If you're a man, take revenge. Don't make me look down on you." Then he limped away.
The door was open, and I vaguely heard my mother and Huang Lang talking in the hallway, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. After my mother sent Huang Lang away, she returned to her room. I immediately hid by the windowsill, my back to my mother, too ashamed to look at her, wishing I could disappear into the ground.
"Oh dear! You're bleeding! Let me take you to the hospital, come on!" Seeing the blood trickling from my temple, Mom rushed into the bathroom to grab a towel, pressed it against the wound, and pulled me towards the hospital.
"It's nothing, just a small cut," I said, wiping the blood from my face with the towel. I turned my back to her and sat on the bed, too embarrassed to face anyone.
Seeing that I didn't want to go to the hospital, Mom didn't force me. She said, "Then let's put an ice pack on it." So she went downstairs and bought a bottle of frozen mineral water, wrapped it in a towel, and placed it on the wound on my head. I instinctively pulled away, but Mom held my head, saying, "Don't move, it'll swell if you don't put it on now." She sat close to me on the bed, one hand holding my head, the other holding the ice pack to cool it down. It was only then that I noticed my mother was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt that covered her body tightly. Because her breasts were so full, the top few buttons couldn't be fastened, and the shirt was very low-cut. From my angle, I could see her cleavage and the lace trim of her white bra. Combined with the scent of her perfume, my last shred of shame was instantly consumed by lust.
"Does it hurt?" my mother asked. Seeing me staring intently at her breasts, she seemed a little embarrassed and asked me coquettishly, "Where are you looking?"
I immediately shifted my gaze away from my mother's body, grabbed some ice water, and kept drinking it. My mother chuckled softly and said, "Since some things have already happened, let's not think about them anymore. I haven't said anything." My mother finally spoke; she wanted to bring up the topic and talk about the shameful thing we had done, but I didn't have the courage to take the plunge.
"Xiao Wu, can you forgive your mother?" Seeing that I still didn't answer, she asked again, "Do you look down on me now?" I didn't answer anything my mother asked, so she stopped asking and just sat there silently.
After a while, I secretly glanced at my mother and found that she was crying. This broke my heart. I can't stand seeing women cry, especially my mother. I wanted to wipe away her tears, but when I reached out, my mother grabbed my hand tightly and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. She cried, "Mommy's so bad...please...please don't hate me...Mommy regrets it so much...sob sob sob..." She cried as she spoke, like a young girl begging for her lover's pity, which saddened me greatly. I gently patted her shoulder to comfort her, "It's alright, it's alright, don't cry. I didn't say I hated you. As long as you don't blame me, that's enough."
"So you forgive Mommy?" My mother's eyes were red, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto my arm. Her eyes were filled with pity. From her expression, I seemed to see a tearful young girl waiting for me to cherish and love her. So I nodded without hesitation.
Seeing that I had forgiven her, Mom immediately stopped crying and smiled, pressing her face against my chest, hugging my waist tenderly, and softly saying, "You're so good."
I had never seen Mom so affectionate; such a scene had only appeared in my dreams. Who would have thought that a woman in her early forties could be more captivating than a young girl when she acted coquettishly? It seems that experience truly matters; the charm that a mature woman can display is something that eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls completely lack.
The feeling of having a beautiful woman in my arms was incredibly wonderful. Since my last encounter with Mom, I hadn't experienced the warmth of a woman. Now, with this little lamb before me, how could I possibly be a decent person? I had long since thrown morality and ethics to the wind. I gently stroked Mom's back, occasionally teasing her smooth chin with my fingers. Seeing that Mom didn't mind, my hand slowly moved, sliding down her back towards her breast. My breathing quickened. Although I had the experience from last time, this was incest on the table, so nervousness was inevitable. Just as my hand was on my mother's breast, about to grab it, she suddenly sat up from my embrace, head bowed, and said, "Wasn't that too fast?"
I was already uneasy, and hearing her words made me feel even more embarrassed. I took out a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and took a couple of steady puffs.
"Why did you learn to smoke?" My mother's shy demeanor vanished, replaced by a parental air. A woman's face really can change in an instant.
"Just smoking for fun."
"Stop smoking. I have something serious to tell you." My mother snatched the half-smoked cigarette, stubbed it out, and threw it on the ground. Then, solemnly, she said, "I want you to do something for me."
"Didn't you two already plan this out? Do you really need me?" I guessed immediately that Mom wanted me to help her deal with Aunt Zhang. Actually, I would have helped even without her asking, but I was still a little upset.
"Oh, jealous?"
"No."
"Hehe, not yet? Look at you, you promised to forgive Mom, didn't you? You're going back on your word?"
Mom scratched my face with her finger, looking at me with a half-smile. Seeing that I was still holding back, she rubbed my face with her soft hands, saying repeatedly, "Smile, smile." I couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing, even kissing her a few times. The barrier between us was broken down at that moment.
After a passionate kiss, Mom told me her plan. Hearing it sent chills down my spine. I finally understood a principle: never mess with a woman.

My Mother's True Colors Revealed (Part 3)

According to my mother's plan, my first task was to go home and let my father see my injuries. I would say I was robbed by a group of thugs on the street and was beaten because I had no money to give them. This way, my mother could stay under the guise of taking care of me, while my father, busy with work at the factory during the day and caring for the pregnant Aunt Zhang at night, would be happy to leave me with my mother.
Three days later, as planned, I was to arrange for my father and mother to have a meal together. This task wasn't easy to accomplish, since they were already divorced. People say that two people who love each other often become the most hateful after breaking up, and there's some truth to that. Besides, my father had remarried, and there were many other factors to consider, so things didn't go very smoothly. But after some persuasion, appealing to his emotions and reasoning, my father finally agreed to my request and had a polite lunch with my mother as a way of thanking her for taking care of me these past few days.
In the morning, I called the best restaurant in town to make a reservation. After school at noon, I rushed over. Soon after, Dad drove over from the factory. Mom called to say she'd be there soon, so Dad and I ordered food and waited for Mom to arrive so we could eat together. About ten minutes later, Dad seemed a little anxious, constantly checking his watch. He had a business meeting with a client in the afternoon and needed time to prepare. He was worried Mom wouldn't show up soon.
Finally, Mom arrived, and at first glance, I almost didn't recognize her. She looked so beautiful today! Her mature and elegant center-parted, wavy hair, her fair and delicate face lightly made up, and her light pink top paired with a white long skirt—simple yet exuding a unique feminine elegance—she was absolutely stunning. I even had an urge to let everyone know that this beautiful woman was my mother.
Mom walked briskly to us, immediately apologizing for being late, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm late." Dad, upon seeing Mom, had the same feeling as me, and quickly said, "It's alright, we just arrived too, please sit down." Good heavens, what are they doing? We've been together for over ten years, and I've never seen them so polite to each other.
"Mom, why are you so late? If you were any later, Dad would have left."
"Don't talk nonsense, who's leaving?" Dad scolded me, then said to Mom, "We just ordered a few dishes, we don't know if you like them, how about we order a few more of your favorites?" He was about to call the waiter over.
"No need to trouble yourself, I have to rush back in a bit, I won't be staying long. I came today just to say goodbye to you and Xiao Wu." Mom smiled and patted my head, then turned to Dad and smiled, saying, "Thank you for taking the time to come today."
Dad and I were both a little surprised. I thought to myself: Why is Mom going back? What about her plans? Is she not going to get revenge on Aunt Zhang? I wanted to ask but didn't dare, but Dad couldn't help himself and asked, "Why are you leaving so soon? You've come all this way, stay with Xiao Wu for a few more days, all the expenses are on me."
I really don't understand. Dad was so impatient just now, but after seeing Mom, he's like a completely different person, even nicer than before their divorce. Is this what they call appreciating something only after losing it? Or has he fallen for Mom now? To be honest, when Mom was with Dad, she was practically a haggard old woman, but now she's completely transformed, radiating a captivating aura. Walking down the street, she'd turn heads and be followed by admirers.
Also, I have to tell you a secret: ever since we found out Aunt Zhang was pregnant, Dad has been sleeping in the guest room and hasn't had any marital relations for months. For a grown man, this kind of torment is unimaginable. No wonder he's acting like a cat seeing a fish when he sees Mom. I don't know what Dad is thinking, but I'm sure his lower body is already aroused by Mom, because I saw his… I won't say anymore.
"I've been away for several days, and I was worried that Xiaojie wouldn't be able to handle things. Seeing that you're all doing well puts my mind at ease."
The Xiaojie my mother was referring to is my second aunt. They no longer rent a counter in the mall; instead, they own a high-end women's clothing store on the busiest street in our hometown, which my mother and second aunt recently opened together. They're practically female business owners now.
"My dad's doing well, but I'm not. Look at my head injury; it hasn't healed yet. Can't you stay with me a few more days?"
"Yes, Xiaowu isn't fully recovered yet, and I... I have a lot of things to do there and can't take care of him. Since the child doesn't want to leave you, why don't you stay a few more days?" My father kept trying to persuade my mother to stay, using my name as an excuse. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. It's true what they say: the wildflowers are always more fragrant than the garden flowers, and the garden flowers are even more fragrant after they become wildflowers.
"Hmm..." Mom hesitated, then said, "I'm just worried about Xiao Wu. What if those people kidnap him again?"
"How about this, I'll drive him to and from school. You can take care of him for a few more days, and we'll both feel at ease. What do you think?"
I think a large part of Dad's enthusiasm was to please Mom. But that's fine too. Aunt Zhang has been monopolizing my dad for so long; it's time for him to spend some time with me.
"Well... okay."
"That's right, isn't that what we parents do for our children? I'll go get some money this afternoon, you spend a few days having fun with Xiao Wu." Dad smiled, and I think he had already forgotten about his business meeting with clients that afternoon. Now, Mom was his most important client. Dad poured Mom a cup of tea and said, "It's quite hot today, I'll ask someone to turn on the air conditioning. The food hasn't arrived yet, Xiao Li, you sit down first, I'll go order a few more dishes you like."
Dad stood up from his seat, took a few steps, then turned back and said, "Let's have a drink, what do you want to drink? I'll go order it."
Mom waved her hand and smiled, saying, "No, no, you know I can't drink."
"Just a little, it's okay, it's rare for the three of us to have a meal together, it's nice to be happy."
The three of us were originally sitting in the main hall, but Dad suggested we go to a private room to eat. We ordered a large table of dishes, and with drinks, it cost over four thousand yuan. However, Mom didn't eat much herself, she mostly served me food, and occasionally chatted politely with Dad while he kept trying to make small talk. Finally, she left after drinking a glass of red wine. Dad offered to drive Mom back to the hotel, but she politely declined. After dropping Mom off, Dad went back to the private room, poured himself a drink, and subtly inquired about Mom's situation. I knew Dad had taken the bait; Mom's plan was half complete.
In the following days, whether going to and from school or going out to play, Dad was my and Mom's driver. He left the factory work to his assistant, and with a nanny at home to take care of Aunt Zhang, he suddenly became quite idle. Dad paid for everything—meals, shopping—and even bought Mom a very expensive watch, which she refused to accept. In the end, Dad had to give it to Aunt Zhang, telling me not to tell her the truth. Aunt Zhang was naturally overjoyed; she had never received such an expensive gift from Dad since their marriage. A satisfied smile appeared on her face, which was taut from overnutrition. Aunt Zhang had gained weight rapidly after becoming pregnant, and Dad could only laugh awkwardly at his plump wife, truly suffering in silence.
That evening, Dad called Aunt Zhang to say he had business to attend to and wouldn't be home for dinner, leaving only Aunt Zhang and me at home. I've noticed she's getting lazier and lazier. After dinner, she just lies on the sofa watching TV. The popcorn is right there on the coffee table, but she refuses to get up and get it herself, insisting I hand it to her while she lies down to eat, making a mess of crumbs all over the floor. Even if she's pregnant, she doesn't need to act like this. I didn't want to see her like that, so I made an excuse to go see a classmate, but actually I was going
to see my mom. Not far from the hotel, I suddenly saw my dad's car. So his overtime work wasn't the real reason
; he was there to meet my mom. Just then, I saw my dad come out of the hotel first, open the glass door for my mom, and then they got into the car and drove east. I secretly admired my mom's seductive skills; she'd already made my dad so infatuated, even neglecting his pregnant wife at home. No wonder so many young men fall for her charms. For some reason, I suddenly felt jealous of my dad. I wondered if they would rekindle their romance tonight. If they remarried, would I still have a chance to sleep with my mom?
I wandered around the streets for a while, then, finding it uninteresting, went home. Aunt Zhang was watching a long, tedious Korean drama. She was probably watching something funny, laughing so hard her mouth was practically touching her ears. I thought to myself, "That naughty woman, laugh it off, you'll regret it later."
In the following days, Dad frequently used overtime as an excuse to secretly meet Mom at bars and cafes, always choosing places far from home. But he always came home every night, never staying out overnight. I don't know if Mom didn't give him the chance, or if he didn't want to betray Aunt Zhang. I think the former is more likely. Since Mom was intentionally setting things up, she wouldn't let Dad get away with it so easily.
This weekend, Dad didn't come home for dinner as usual. Aunt Zhang asked him why he hadn't been home lately, and Dad lied, saying he was talking to a big client, then hung up. Aunt Zhang hadn't worked for months and didn't know much about the factory, so she just went along with whatever Dad said. But something different happened this time. Dad didn't come home all night, and his cell phone was always switched off.
The next morning, Aunt Zhang called the factory. Her father's assistant, Xiao Zhao, answered. Upon questioning, Xiao Zhao told the truth: he had been handling all the factory's affairs lately, and they hadn't taken on any big clients. Moreover, her father was leaving work very early every day, sometimes just dropping by for a quick look and leaving. The employees assumed the boss was at home taking care of his wife.
This greatly worried Aunt Zhang. Based on a woman's intuition, she concluded that her father was having an affair. This wasn't hard to understand; being heavily pregnant and unable to satisfy her husband's needs, the likelihood of infidelity naturally increased significantly.
I knew it was time for the third task. Seeing that it was almost time, I pretended to comfort Aunt Zhang, saying, "Don't worry, I'll go to the factory to look for him later."
"Xiao Wu, you said your dad didn't come home all night, where could he have gone?"
I shook my head, indicating I didn't know, then suddenly pointed to her watch and said, "Hey? How come you have this watch?"
"It's a gift from your dad, what's wrong?"
"That's not right, I saw my dad give my mom the same watch, but she didn't want it. How come you have one too? Oh, I see, your mom didn't want it, so she gave it to you."
Aunt Zhang's face immediately changed upon hearing this, and she asked me, "You said your mom came?"
"Yes, she's been here for quite a while, didn't my dad tell you?" I feigned ignorance and asked her back.
"This watch was a gift from your dad to your mom, you're not lying to me, are you?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
"Xiao Wu, tell me, where is your mom now?"
"She should be at a hotel, my dad found it for her, I forgot the name."
"Do you know how to get there?"
"Yes."
"Take me there now."
"Why? You're not going to argue with my mom, are you?"
"No way, I just want to see her." Aunt Zhang forced a smile, pulled me outside, hailed a taxi on the street, and drove straight to the hotel following my directions.

Mother's True Colors Revealed (Continued Part 4)

This day was the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, and it was also a weekend. It was said to be an auspicious day for newlyweds, so there were many weddings taking place on this day. Across from the hotel where my mother was staying was a large restaurant, where a wedding banquet was being held for a couple. So there were many guests and wedding cars at the entrance, making a lot of noise. The taxi we were in couldn't go in, so Aunt Zhang got impatient and simply got out and walked herself. Although I was annoyed with her, she was pregnant after all, and I had to consider the baby's feelings, even if I didn't care about the mother. So, after paying the fare, I immediately went to help her, pushing through the jostling crowd, and into the hotel where my mother was staying.
The lobby was quiet. Besides the hotel staff, there was only a young man in his twenties sitting on the sofa. When he saw Aunt Zhang and me come in, he kept glancing at us furtively and making a furtive phone call. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. I helped Aunt Zhang to my mother's room on the second floor and said to her, "Don't argue with my mom when you see her. Talk to her nicely." Ugh, why did I suddenly become so soft-hearted at this crucial moment? I'm not even as good as these two women. It seems I'm really not cut out for big things.
Aunt Zhang, unable to wait any longer, burst through the door, and I followed her into the room. There, I saw Dad lying naked on the bed, fast asleep, his clothes, tie, and shoes scattered all over the floor. Several condoms lay on the bedside table.
Unsurprisingly, Aunt Zhang immediately went berserk, grabbing a pillow and hitting Dad, yelling, "Get up...get up..." Dad was fast asleep, and besides, a pillow is so light, how could it hurt? So he remained fast asleep, showing no sign of waking. Just then, Mom suddenly came out of the bathroom. Her hair was disheveled, and she was wearing Dad's white shirt, the oversized fabric covering her lower body, so I couldn't tell if she was wearing underwear. She seemed to have just finished washing up in the bathroom and, hearing Aunt Zhang's shouts, came out barefoot.
When Aunt Zhang saw my mother, the two women stared at each other like Li Kui meeting Zhang Fei—a fight was inevitable. Aunt Zhang, seven months pregnant, was facing her husband's infidelity at this time; how could she not be heartbroken? How could she not be furious? And the woman who made her husband cheat on her was his ex-wife—it was an absolute insult to her character. The most direct way this rage erupted was by hitting her. Aunt Zhang had just removed the pillow from Dad's head when she threw it at Mom.
Mom didn't have time to dodge; it hit her on the cheek, her long, fluffy hair flying in the blast. But Mom didn't retaliate in a fit of rage. Instead, she casually tossed her hair and asked, "Zhang Xiaohui, what are you doing?"
"I was about to ask you that too! How come my husband is with you?" Aunt Zhang was agitated, her expression a mixture of anger and grievance.
Mom just smiled faintly and said, "Why is he with me? Can't you see for yourself? You can't give him what he
wants, so you won't let him go out and find his own pleasure?" "You…you…" Aunt Zhang stammered twice, looked at me, but didn't continue. She probably wanted to say something hurtful, but held back out of consideration for me.
Mom tilted her head back and smiled, saying, "Go on, you just want to say I'm shameless and have no sense of shame, right? You're the same. If you had any shame, you wouldn't have seduced other women's husbands. You did
n't get married until you were over thirty, and you even married a divorced man. How shameless do you have?" Aunt Zhang, hearing this, became really angry and couldn't help but retort, "Hmph, I wonder who's so unfaithful, bringing some other man home to sleep with while her husband's away, a slut who cheats on her husband and keeps a lover, getting herself divorced, and now she's back seducing others. She's shameless, and she even has the nerve to talk about others!"
Aunt Zhang Those words were so hurtful. Not only was Mom angry, but I was also unhappy to hear them. You were the one who framed my mother, how dare you so openly accuse others? I said, "Stop pretending. Huang Lang told us the truth. I always thought you were a good person, I never expected..." Before I could finish, Aunt Zhang suddenly asked me in surprise, "Xiao Wu, what are you saying? How could even you... You can't bully me like this, I... I..." Aunt Zhang's voice choked, her eyes filled with grievance, and tears streamed down her face.
My soft-heartedness resurfaced at that moment. I hesitated, I wavered, I was at a loss.
"Xiao Wu, don't be fooled by her pitiful appearance, she's just faking it." Mom pulled me to stand behind her, displaying an overbearing demeanor, while Aunt Zhang clutched her stomach and sobbed, alone and at a disadvantage. She desperately wanted someone to speak up for her, but no one did.
My mother, naturally pleased with herself, seized the opportunity to tease Aunt Zhang, saying, "Hey? Your watch is nice. I think someone gave it to me, but I didn't take it. Turns out you picked it up! Hehe, it suits you quite well."
Aunt Zhang was a very cheerful person, usually getting along well with everyone, and had never been insulted like this before. In a fit of anger, she took off her watch and threw it forcefully to the ground. At the same time, a deafening roar of nine cannon shots suddenly erupted across the street from the hotel. I could even feel the ground shaking, and the hotel windows rattled. It was 10:10 AM, and the wedding celebration across the street was firing nine cannon shots, symbolizing perfection and everlasting love.
After the cannon shots finished, my sleeping father was startled awake, and Aunt Zhang collapsed. Whether she was frightened by the cannon shots or twisted her ankle from throwing the watch, she didn't look well. Her face showed pain, and she clutched her stomach, groaning softly.
When Dad woke up, he sat on the bed. Still half-asleep, he saw Mom, me, and Aunt Zhang lying on the floor, not understanding what had just happened. I couldn't care less about revenge anymore; my conscience told me that no matter what had happened before, saving her was the most important thing. So I quickly ran over, helped Aunt Zhang up, and carried her outside, saying to Dad, "Quick, let's take her to the hospital."
Dad didn't have time to ask what happened; he quickly got dressed, and together we helped Aunt Zhang downstairs.
To be honest, Dad's shirt was still on Mom's; he hadn't had time to put it on in the rush, so he was wearing his suit shirtless, which didn't look very presentable. As Dad left the room, he glanced back at Mom a few times, seemingly apologetic. Dad assumed Aunt Zhang had come to catch him cheating and must have made things difficult for Mom, but he had no idea that it was all a setup by Mom, and that Aunt Zhang was the one who had truly suffered. Mom just smiled faintly, closed the door after we left, and acted as if nothing had happened.
My dad and I helped Aunt Zhang out of the hotel. Across the street, a wedding was in full swing—firecrackers were going off, and people were singing. It was chaotic, and we couldn't even hail a taxi. My dad, afraid of being seen, had left the car at the factory and hadn't driven it over. We could only help Aunt Zhang slowly walk out. Aunt Zhang, heavily pregnant, was groaning and moaning; it was heartbreaking to hear.
Suddenly, a large firecracker flew towards us, landing with a loud bang. Even I jumped in fright. Looking at Aunt Zhang, she was deathly pale and had fainted. Liquid was flowing down her inner thigh; at first, I thought it was urine, but then I realized her water had broken.
I looked in the direction the firecracker had come from, and a familiar face appeared in my sight. Yes, the person who threw the firecracker at us was the same guy who had been sitting in the hotel lobby talking on his cell phone. In a panic, I yelled, "Fuck your mother!" The guy, seeing I'd spotted him, turned and ran away, disappearing without a trace. I couldn't catch him.
Later, I called 120 on my phone, and the ambulance arrived at the scene immediately, taking Aunt Zhang to the nearest hospital. After some emergency treatment, Aunt Zhang was finally out of danger, but her baby was born prematurely—a girl, much lighter than normal. She was immediately placed in an incubator, and it was uncertain whether she would survive. Aunt Zhang was very weak after giving birth, and the doctor said she might suffer from postpartum complications and needed to rest for the next few months, avoiding strenuous exercise and stress.
After Aunt Zhang fell asleep, my father called me out of the ward and asked what had happened. I briefly recounted what had occurred at the hotel. My father was very regretful after hearing this, saying, "Last night, I had dinner with your mother and drank some alcohol, getting so drunk I didn't remember anything. It really caused a lot of trouble." He patted his head as he spoke, not seeming to be lying.
That evening, Dad stayed at the hospital with Aunt Zhang and told me to go home first. But how could I go back to sleep peacefully? So I took a taxi and went straight to the hotel where Mom was staying. As soon as I entered the hotel, I rushed to the second floor, but when I tried to push the door open, I found it was locked. I went downstairs and asked the hotel receptionist, only to find out that Mom had checked out and left at noon. This was completely unexpected. I had so many questions I wanted to ask Mom. She just left without a word, without even saying goodbye. What was going on?
I had to find out some things, so I called Mom's cell phone. She didn't answer the first time, but she called me back the second time. During our conversation, I learned that Mom had already returned to her hometown. I asked her why she left without saying goodbye, and she said that she had something to take care of at the shop and didn't have time to say goodbye. Later, when I tried to ask her some other questions, Mom said her phone was about to run out of battery and then hung up on me.
These past few days have been wonderful with my mother, but her attitude now chills me to the bone. Considering some unusual things I noticed today, I'm starting to feel something's wrong. I admit I'm soft-hearted and lack resolve, but I'm not stupid. I've decided to investigate myself, not just listen to one side of the story, until the truth is revealed.
The next day, as soon as school was over, I rushed to the hospital to visit Aunt Zhang. My father had been with her for a whole day and night without closing his eyes. I told him to go home and rest, and that I would take care of her. He said he'd go home and get some sleep, and would come back to relieve me that evening. Now, only Aunt Zhang and I were left in the ward. I sat by her bedside, feeling incredibly guilty, and said, "Mom, I...I..."
Aunt Zhang, seeing my distress, probably guessed what I was thinking and weakly said, "Xiao Wu, Mom's fine. I'll be better in a few days. Don't worry." As she spoke, she reached out and touched my face. I felt her hand was very cold, definitely from postpartum anemia. Seeing her haggard appearance, my heart ached even more.
"Actually, I arranged for my parents to meet. Nothing happened between them. He was just drunk that day. Please don't be suspicious, and you still need to treat him well." Saying this went against my mother's wishes, but I didn't want revenge anymore. Family stability was the most important thing. My father had already been divorced once, and I didn't want him to go through another.
"Yes, your father told me everything. I believe him, don't worry." Aunt Zhang smiled again, her dimples appearing on her face. She didn't seem like a scheming, vicious woman at all. Was I really wrong?
"Mom, I want to ask you something."
"Go ahead." Aunt Zhang smiled even more sweetly when she heard me call her "Mom."
"Do you know Huang Lang?"
"Huang Lang?" Aunt Zhang thought for a moment, then said, "Don't you have a classmate named Huang Lang? You're quite close."
"Yes, did you two know each other before?"
"I don't know him. I saw that kid when I went back to my hometown last time. He was with you. Why did you ask about this?"
"It's nothing, I was just asking."
It seems I don't need to ask any further. Since Aunt Zhang denied knowing Huang Lang, she naturally denied what Huang Lang said. Now I just need to verify her words.
That night, I was home alone online and secretly logged into the 'Orphan in the Snow' group. I found that several people in the group were quite active, constantly exchanging their romantic encounters, which had nothing to do with what I was investigating, so I didn't bother to read their nonsense. Later, I looked at the photos in the group album again and made a surprising discovery. In the photo of the group lining up to gang rape my mother in the KTV room, I saw a familiar face. It was the same person who attacked Aunt Zhang with firecrackers. He had also appeared in the hotel lobby before, and I felt that he looked familiar then. I never expected to find him in this photo. This confirms that this person knows my mother, and his attack on Aunt Zhang with firecrackers was most likely at my mother's instigation. Although this doesn't prove anything, it made me more suspicious of Huang Lang's words.
Over the next few days, I checked Aunt Zhang's remittance records for the past six months. Aside from sending 10,000 yuan to her elderly father, there were no other transactions; her phone records also showed no communication between her and Huang Lang.
Another point of suspicion is that Aunt Zhang's social connections are very simple; where did she find these thugs to beat up Huang Lang?
In conclusion, I'm about 80% certain that Aunt Zhang is being framed, and the real schemer is my mother. To confirm this, I decided to go back to my hometown again to investigate further. (

Mother's True Colors Revealed - Part 5)

It just so happened that summer vacation was approaching, and my father and I discussed going back to our hometown for a while. My father, focused on taking care of Aunt Zhang, had even delegated all his factory duties to his assistant, Xiao Zhao, and had no time to look after me, so he readily agreed. Before leaving, I withdrew two thousand yuan from the bank and visited Aunt Zhang and her younger sister at the hospital. They were both recovering well, which put my mind at ease.
At noon, I boarded the bus to my hometown. Although the windows were open, it was still very stuffy. My restless mood throughout the journey was completely different from my last secret trip home. This time, I was returning with a mission.
A sincere mother's love had once been placed before me, but I didn't cherish it. When she was born prematurely, I was filled with regret. If God gave me another chance, I would seek justice for Aunt Zhang. Thinking about this, a surge of righteous indignation rose within me. I told myself: I'm not Sherlock Holmes, nor am I Conan Edogawa, but I believe there's only one truth, and I will find it.
As evening fell, I, Hu Hansan, finally returned. With mixed feelings, I walked along the street as the streetlights came on. I saw an old man selling glasses on the roadside preparing to pack up and go home, so I went up and bought a pair of sunglasses and put them on. I don't know what my motivation was—was it to look cool, or was I afraid of being recognized? I don't even know myself. Looking back, my behavior was incredibly stupid. Wearing sunglasses in the dark—you're either a gangster or blind.
I first found a small restaurant to eat, then took a taxi to the vicinity of my mother's rented apartment. I was familiar with the area and knew there was a hotel not far away. From the third floor, I could observe what was happening here, so I stayed there. The hotel was cheap and fairly clean, but student couples stayed there every day, so I was very careful when going in and out to avoid running into people I knew.
I kept watch in the room all day but didn't find any trace of my mother. I started to worry. Had she already moved away? After all, she had money now; why would she still be renting a small house? If she didn't show up by tomorrow, I would stake out her shop.
That night, a light rain fell.
When I woke up the next morning, the sky was filled with rosy dawn, and the air was exceptionally fresh. As I stretched by the window, I suddenly saw my mother get out of a taxi. She opened the front door and went into the rented room, then came out again shortly after, locked the door, got back into the taxi
, and drove east. This discovery thrilled me. My chance had come! My mother had a habit of opening the windows to ventilate the room after every rain, and I figured she still did, which explained why she had taken a taxi back and then left in such a hurry. Thinking this, I couldn't wait any longer. I rushed out of the hotel and to the front door of the rented room. Seeing no one around, I tiptoed inside and crouched down to the window. Sure enough, the window was ajar.
I jumped into the room, then closed it back up. The room was exactly the same as before, with no major changes. Actually, Mom hasn't lived here for a long time. She's bought a house now, partly with her own money and partly borrowed from her casual sex partners. At least she doesn't have to rent anymore. But this rented room has already been paid for a year and the lease isn't up yet, so it's become Mom's den of iniquity, where she often brings her partners over for the night.
After calming myself down slightly, I started my investigation. I searched everywhere, from the closets to under the bed, but found nothing except a pile of stockings and a used condom. However, my efforts paid off. Under the mattress, I found a tattered address book. Besides names and phone numbers, it also contained some miscellaneous accounts. After flipping through a few more pages, I finally found what I was looking for: a name called 'Zhao Hua,' my dad's assistant, Xiao Zhao. This discovery was crucial. Zhao Hua had been with my dad since the beginning of his career, always working tirelessly for him. Later, my dad promoted him to assistant, and now he's in charge of everything at the factory. Could Mom have some connection with him? I was very worried. Dad had been away from the factory taking care of Aunt Zhang, and I couldn't afford any mishaps at this crucial moment. I immediately called Dad and told him what I had discovered, but he didn't seem to care much, only saying he would come back to the factory to check when he had time. I was still uneasy, so I called Aunt Zhang again and asked her to remind Dad to be extra careful.
I put my contacts back and was about to jump out the window when I saw a group of children playing in the east yard next door. Then I saw the landlady, who was tending to her flowering trees in her yard. It seemed I wouldn't be able to get out anytime soon, so I had no choice but to wait in my room.
Before I knew it, it was noon. The children next door had all gone home for lunch, and the landlady was nowhere to be seen. I seized the opportunity and jumped out of the window, but just as I was about to leave, I immediately retreated. I never expected this landlady to be so elusive! How could she have disappeared across the street in such a short time, right in front of this door? If I jumped out now, she would definitely spot me.
I peeked out from the corner of the wall and saw the old lady, her husband, and their granddaughter enjoying their outdoor lunch around a small table. A large tree provided shade, green grass provided shelter, and a gentle breeze was blowing. The three of them were enjoying their lunch outdoors. I hadn't eaten anything since morning, and seeing them eating so heartily made my stomach rumble loudly. Worse still, the streets were getting increasingly crowded, mostly with elderly men and women. Some were strolling around, others were playing chess or drinking tea. These people were the backbone of amateur thief-catching squads; they were more enthusiastic than anyone else about catching a burglar. It seemed I really couldn't go out. Being caught as a thief wouldn't be fun. What should I do? In this situation, I could only wait. Oh well, I'd better go back inside and rest for a while.
The summer afternoon was unbearably hot. Although the window was open, there wasn't a breath of wind, making me feel listless. I lay on the bed and drifted off to sleep. I probably hadn't slept well last night, because I slept until dusk. I thought I'd better hurry up and leave; it would be too late if I waited until Mom came back.
As the saying goes, when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause you to choke. I had just put one foot on the windowsill when I heard the front door slam shut, obviously someone had come in. I cursed under my breath, "Damn it, what bad luck!" I quickly put my foot down and hid under the bed.
A moment later, I heard the door lock open, and two people walked in. I was under the bed and could only see their feet—two pairs of feet wearing sneakers. One of them said, "Nothing bad can happen, right?" The other replied, "Don't worry about what Brother Lang does. He'll definitely take your virginity tonight. Don't hang your head, perk up."
I recognized the voice immediately; it was Huang Lang. That bastard, he's a leopard that can't change his ways. He's introducing another virgin to my mom. I really wanted to rush out and beat him up right then and there.
"Can we have someone keep an eye on us?"
"It's fine, she comes here to move goods all the time. Besides, we came in with the key, you don't need to worry about people thinking we're thieves."
"That's good then. I'm just worried about my girlfriend finding out. Come on, Lang, have a smoke."
"Your little girlfriend, her breasts are like an airport runway, I wouldn't even take her for myself. Tonight I'll show you what a real woman is like."
"Heh, is that woman really as good as you say?"
"Don't worry, I won't let you waste your money. But you better keep your mouth shut, don't let anything slip."
"Okay, got it."
That bastard Huang Lang, he actually treated my mother like a prostitute, acting like a pimp himself, taking the money and trying to pocket it all. I didn't beat him enough last time, I'll cripple him sooner or later!
"Brother Lang, how many men do you think that woman has slept with?"
"Who knows, at least a hundred, the more she's slutty, the more she gets."
"Holy crap, that's intense, is she crazy?"
"Don't worry, if she were crazy, I would have been already. I'm perfectly fine now, so fuck her without worry."
"Haha, Brother Lang is awesome. Tell me about that bitch, what's it like fucking her?"
"Damn, you dare call her a bitch? Watch your mouth when you see her later, call her Auntie, understand?"
"Okay, I got it."
"I'm warning you, her cunt can breathe fire, don't burn yourself to death."
"Hehe, then I'll buy an ice pop and stick it in her cunt to cool her down."
The two of them lewdly talked about my mother, imagining all sorts of ways to play with her body. I listened under the bed, and before I knew it, it was dark. My mother finally came back. I heard a series of crisp footsteps as she walked in. I peeked out from under the bed and saw my mother's high heels and legs wrapped in black stockings.
"You've been waiting for ages, haven't you? I had something to do and came back late, sorry."
"Don't be shy, I'm entrusting this brother of mine to you.
Go easy on him, he's still a virgin." "Get lost! Look how embarrassed you've made him!"
"Hey? Why aren't you saying anything? Stop pretending, call me Auntie."
"Auntie."
"Hehe, you're so old and still blushing around women? Have you never been with a woman before?"
"I've kissed my girlfriend."
"Haha, you're so cute! Auntie will teach you. To make your girlfriend happy, you have to make her feel good, you know?"
"How do I make her feel good?"
"Hehe, I don't have anything to drink here. I'll go buy you some drinks and tell you when I get back."
"We don't drink drinks, we drink your pee."
"You bastard Huang Lang, would you dare drink my pee?"
"Auntie, pee, I want to drink it." The voice that answered wasn't Huang Lang's, but that kid's. Although I couldn't see his face, I could tell from his voice that he was both nervous and excited. Come to think of it, how many men wouldn't be excited when they see my mom? But for him to say he wanted to drink my mom's pee was a bit outrageous. Did he have a masochistic fetish?
"Okay, okay, I just want to see you drink pee." Huang Lang egged him on, directing the kid to lie on the ground, ready to catch the pee with his mouth.
"You really want to drink my pee?"
"Yeah, I want to eat everything on Auntie's body."
"He's willing himself, so just pee, I really want to see."
I hid under the bed and could see the kid lying on the ground, my mom's feet on either side of his head, the view under her skirt completely visible to him. I saw my mom take off her high heels, then her skirt fell to the ground, followed by her black panties, but her stockings were still on. I could imagine what my mom looked like at that moment, still very alluring. Although I was in a dangerous situation, my penis still involuntarily hardened.
"I peed, you can catch it." Mom slowly squatted down, wiggled her big face and buttocks, and aimed her urethra at the boy's mouth.
The boy had probably never seen a woman's vagina before. Before Mom could peed, he pressed his face against her crotch, kissing and sniffing. At this moment, Mom peed, spraying the boy's face, which amused Huang Lang, who laughed and said, "I only said Auntie's vagina can spray fire, I didn't tell you it can also spray water, is it delicious?"
"Delicious." The boy coughed twice, as if he had choked on Mom's urine.
"Auntie, I want to fuck you, is that okay?"
"So soon? Don't you want to play something else?"
"My dick is uncomfortable."
"He's never been fucked before, so don't be greedy for her, hurry up and let him fuck you."
"Then come to the bed." Mom moved her buttocks away from the boy's face, walked to the bed with cat-like steps, then lay down with her legs crossed, beckoning the boy to come and fuck her.
That kid was really lustful; he didn't even wipe the urine off his face, pulled down his pants, and pounced on my mother, deforming the springs under the bed.
"Ah... be gentle... help me take off my clothes first."
My mother's top and bra were thrown on the floor, and then I heard my mother's moans and the sound of the spring bed. At that moment, a little bastard was fucking my mother on top of me, while Huang Lang sat on the sofa smoking and watching the live sex show. This was too much for me; having a mother like that was a disgrace. But I couldn't stop the primal sexual urges within me. While that kid was fucking my mother hard, I hid under the bed and started masturbating.
Huang Lang finished his cigarette, clearly having been unable to hold back any longer. He took off his shoes and jumped onto the bed. Because I was under the bed the whole time, I couldn't see how Huang Lang was playing with my mother, which only fueled my lust. While they were engrossed in their game, I reached out and grabbed my mother's panties from the floor. I smelled them and masturbated, later wrapping them around my penis. The silky, smooth feel reminded me of my mother's vagina, making me lose myself in the lewd pleasure on the bed—though only mentally.
That night, Huang Lang and that guy gang-raped my mother countless times; I only remember ejaculating three times under the bed.
By early morning, the three men on the bed were finally exhausted. Huang Lang and that guy lay on either side of my mother, fast asleep. Even in their sleep, their hands were still gripping my mother's breasts and genitals. My mother, after a series of passionate encounters, also fell into a deep sleep. I took the opportunity to crawl out from under the bed and quietly slipped out of the room, as if I were the thief.
As I left, I looked at my naked mother and said fiercely, "It's not over yet, just you wait."

Mother's true colors revealed (continued six)

Two days passed, and I still couldn't find another chance to enter my mother's house. Later, I stalked near her clothing store, but to no avail. If this continued, wouldn't my investigation be abandoned? But just then, Aunt Zhang called me, which brought a new development to the case.
Here's what happened: That day, I told my dad and Aunt Zhang about Zhao Hua. My dad always trusted Zhao Hua and thought I was overthinking it. Aunt Zhang, on the other hand, was very cautious. She immediately called the factory and asked the finance department to bring her the recent accounts. She also talked to several department heads. Before they could find anything out, Zhao Hua panicked. Perhaps he felt guilty. The next day, he took the initiative to find my dad and Aunt Zhang, confessed his actions, and tried to get leniency.
Speaking of this, we must mention another person named Chen Guoxing. He had recently been released from detention and started a building materials business. Taking advantage of his father's absence from the factory, he approached Zhao Hua, who was in charge of the business, and sold the factory a batch of substandard raw materials worth over a million yuan. Zhao Hua would receive a 10% commission. The first batch of raw materials had already arrived at the factory but hadn't yet been processed. Just as the finance department was about to make payment to Chen Guoxing, Aunt Zhang suddenly announced an audit, freezing all cash flow. This prevented the purchase of substandard raw materials from happening, saving a large sum of money and repairing the factory's reputation.
Zhao Hua, normally a cautious person, succumbed to the pressure of paying for his mortgage and car, and couldn't resist the temptation of money. He betrayed his father, and upon hearing that the boss's wife was auditing the accounts and talking to department heads, he knew he would be exposed sooner or later. Terrified, he rushed to the hospital to confess to his father and Aunt Zhang. Facing Zhao Hua, who had followed him in starting the business, the father simply couldn't believe he would do such a thing. Millions of yuan worth of raw materials were no small sum; Zhao Hua had nearly caused the factory severe financial losses, potentially even leading to its closure. However, considering Zhao Hua's years of dedication and his willingness to confess, the father decided against legal action and simply fired him.
As for Chen Guoxing, the father was far less lenient. He first obtained an inspection report from an authoritative testing agency for the substandard raw materials, then contacted several friends in the same industry. Using the report, they reported Chen Guoxing to the relevant authorities. After the case was accepted, several other affected small factories jointly filed a lawsuit against Chen Guoxing. Because of Chen Guoxing's prior criminal record, coupled with the crime of selling substandard raw materials, he would face at least a decade in prison.
Upon hearing Aunt Zhang's news, I was initially overjoyed, but upon reflection, it had been a close call. To avoid relying solely on Aunt Zhang's side of the story, I called my father to verify its veracity. He was thrilled to receive my call, showering me with praise and promising to buy me the best gifts and treat me to the finest food when I returned.
I didn't really care about his reward; helping family is the right thing to do, and I felt I was now a real man – that was my biggest takeaway from the trip. However, another question arose: what was the relationship between Zhao Hua and my mother? Why was Zhao Hua's name in her contacts? And who was Chen Guoxing to my mother? It seemed my investigation wasn't over, but merely the beginning.
I gathered all the information I had, analyzed and reasoned, and the entire sequence of events gradually became clear. The final answer formed in my mind: yes, that was it! I was ready to expose my mother's true colors.
The next day, I went to the mobile phone store to get a SIM card, then went to the building where the clothing store was located. Once ready, I dialed my mother's number.
"Hello, is this Shao Li?" I deliberately spoke in a low voice so my mother wouldn't recognize me.
"Yes, this is you. Who is this?"
"Chen Guoxing asked me to bring you the money."
"Who are you?"
"Never mind, I'm on the rooftop. Come and get the money."
"I'm in the store. You should come over." My mother was clearly wary of me, a stranger, and didn't immediately agree to come up to the rooftop to see me.
"If you don't want to come, fine. I'll return the money to Mr. Chen. You can go ask him for it yourself." I learned this tactic of playing hard to get from my mother. I didn't know how effective it was, but I decided to give it a try.
"No, okay, wait here. I'll be right up."
"You..." I wanted to say, "Come alone," but I was afraid she would become suspicious, so I said, "Be careful not to let anyone see you."
It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and there weren't many customers in the clothing store. My mother came to the rooftop on the seventh floor alone. She stood at the exit and looked around. Finding the empty rooftop deserted, she took two steps forward and picked up her phone to call Chen Guoxing. But Mom never expected that I was hiding behind the exit, watching her back as I slowly walked towards her, then snatched her phone. Sure enough, the screen showed Chen Guoxing's name. Unfortunately, he would never answer that call.
"Xiao Wu... how... how is it you?" Mom turned around in shock, took two steps back, and looked at me with utter astonishment and confusion.
I said with a serious face, "Didn't expect that, did you?"
Mom pretended to smile, then said in a nonchalant tone
, "You're really something. If you miss your mom, just come to my shop. Why did you have to invite me to the rooftop?" "I'm not like you. I'm aboveboard." I ruthlessly tore off Mom's mask and said, "Chen Guoxing is in court now. I don't think you'll get his money."
Mom was startled at first, but she quickly calmed down and asked, "What money? What does his courtroom status have to do with me?"
"Heh, what do you mean? Did you come up here to sunbathe?"
Knowing she couldn't hide it anymore, Mom immediately put on a pitiful look and said to me, "You know everything. Give Mom a chance, okay?"
"How can I give you a chance?"
"He forced me before. Now I know I was wrong. I want to be a good mother."
Even at this point, Mom still wanted to lie to me. If she was forced to cooperate with Chen Guoxing, was she also forced to cause Aunt Zhang's premature birth? She wasn't a good wife before, and she won't be a good mother in the future.
“Okay.” I took off my sunglasses, looked directly into my mother’s eyes, and said, “Go talk to Aunt Zhang and see if she’ll give you a chance.”
“Xiao Wu, listen to me…”
“You don’t need to say anything, just listen to me.” I took a step forward, put my hands in my pockets, and began to recount my mother’s scheme: “From the beginning, you used me to get close to Dad, and then used your beauty to seduce him, because you knew that Aunt Zhang was pregnant. If she did strenuous exercise or had strong emotional fluctuations, it would be very bad for her health. So you took this opportunity to seduce Dad into having an affair, and then deliberately let Aunt Zhang catch him in the act. This was just the first step of your real plan. To ensure the success of the plan, you even had someone attack Aunt Zhang with firecrackers, which resulted in her being hospitalized. Dad had to spend all his time and energy taking care of her and couldn’t manage things at the factory at all, right?” “
Xiao Wu…you…” My mother looked at me with astonishment, hardly believing that I had become so clever.
"Wait, I haven't finished yet." I smiled and continued, "If I'm not mistaken, that Chen Guoxing was the other woman you had before you and Dad divorced. Later, you even went to another city with him to run a sex service, but you were unlucky and got caught in a police raid. You escaped quickly and came back, while Chen Guoxing spent a few months in detention. When he got out, you two got back in touch. Later, he started trading building materials, but he only sold inferior goods, which were practically worthless." What kind of money is easy to make? And you, Mom, with your new shop and house purchase, you must be short of cash. So you two conspired to swindle my father's factory. First, you bribed Zhao Hua to be your inside man. Then you carried out the first step of your plan, getting Dad to hand over all factory affairs to Zhao Hua. Then Chen Guoxing would use Zhao Hua to sell millions of dollars worth of substandard raw materials to the factory, making a huge profit while also settling your personal score!
Am I right, Mom?
"I...I..." Mom collapsed to the ground like a punctured balloon, unable to utter a single word.
Her plan had been flawless, but she had made a fatal mistake: underestimating her son. Now that her conspiracy was exposed, she would likely face legal consequences. But she was, after all, my mother, and no matter how cruel I was, I wouldn't push her into court. However, she had to accept my punishment.
"Mom, don't worry. As long as I don't tell anyone, no one can do anything to you."
"Really?" A glimmer of joy immediately appeared in Mom's despairing, empty eyes. She ran over and grabbed my hand, saying, "As long as you don't tell anyone, that's fine. But...if Chen Guoxing betrays me..." A trace of worry returned to Mom's face.
"Does he have any evidence? The person who set off firecrackers on Aunt Zhang—besides me, even my dad and Aunt Zhang didn't know it was you who ordered it. The police can't find anything either. But you'd better delete those photos online quickly, so I can help you fabricate evidence."
Actually, given my mother's intelligence, she understood all this without me saying it, but she was just too flustered to think of it. Hearing my analysis, she was quite surprised. Her son's cunning was so deep; it seemed he inherited her genes, and even surpassed them. My mother's fate was in my hands. She knew that since I had brought things up, I must have some purpose, which could be interpreted as a threat. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come all this way to say such a long thing to her.
"Xiao Wu, is there something you want Mom to do?"
I admired my mother's keen sense. I did come with ulterior motives. I wanted to punish my mother for her infidelity to Dad and her cruelty towards Aunt Zhang, and of course, for myself too. She made me a laughingstock in Huang Lang's eyes, and made me commit the heinous act of incest. Since that's the case, I might as well go all the way and punish you, my lewd mother, with my big cock today.
"Yes and no."
"So, is it or isn't it?"
"Actually, 'Orphan in the Snow' has something to ask of you." I mustered my courage and said it.
My mother's gaze suddenly changed. She stared at me for a long time, making me feel uneasy. Then she lowered her head and smiled, her expression becoming shy yet joyful. She gently took my hand and said, "Xiaowen, why haven't you come to play with Auntie for so long? Do you think Auntie is too old to bring you joy?"
Damn, it's a shame my mother isn't an actress. The role change is so fast; in the blink of an eye, she went from "mother" to "online auntie," and she's not even ashamed in front of her own son. No wonder she used to work for a pornographic radio station. Since my mother is so open, I can't lose face. I'll play along with her in this little pervert's encounter with an old slut.
"Cupid, you said I could come to you for anything I wanted. Does that still stand?"
"Of course Auntie keeps her word. What does Xiaowen want to play? Auntie will play with you right now."
"I want... I want to play a mother-son incest game, is that okay?" I mustered all my courage to say this, but I still felt timid. No matter how much of a role-playing game I play, she's still my mother.
Mom chuckled, tilted her head back, took a deep breath, looked around, and said with a smile, "We can't play here, can we?"
"No, I want to play here, right now!"
Seeing my resolute attitude, Mom, afraid of upsetting me and knowing the consequences of disobeying me, went along with it, saying, "Okay, okay, whatever you say, alright?" She touched my face as she spoke, putting on a fawning expression—a real slutty old hen.
"Look at you, so slutty! You think I'm a pushover? I'll kiss you to death!" I grabbed Mom's head and roughly kissed her sexy, slightly upturned red lips. After a couple of hums, Mom cooperated by sticking her tongue into my mouth, letting me suck and bite it. Mom's tongue was slippery, moving in and out of my mouth, then mingling with mine—it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted in my life, except for her nipples and vulva, of course.
My lips were locked in a wet kiss with my mother's, and my hands weren't idle either, grabbing her breasts and buttocks, caressing and kneading them through her clothes. After a while, feeling unsatisfied, I pulled up my mother's skirt and slipped one hand inside her panties to tease her vulva. My mother's panties were a little damp, from the hot weather and the sweat soaking into them. I took my hand out of her panties and smelled it; a pungent, erotic scent flooded my brain, making me incredibly excited.
Before long, my large penis couldn't hold back any longer, its head sticking out of my pants. My mother, teased by me, was panting softly, her face flushed.
"Mom, look, my little brother misses my aunt, it keeps wanting to come out," I said, pulling my mother's hand to my crotch. Mom stared at her alluring fox-like eyes, puzzled, and asked, "You and your second aunt also..."
"What are you thinking?" I laughed, gently pinching her labia through her panties, and said, "I meant Mom's little sister, isn't that my second aunt?"
Mom was amused by me, and lightly slapped me, saying, "You naughty boy, teasing your mother?"
"Son is just teasing, and I'm going to fuck you too." As I spoke, I ripped off Mom's panties and was about to push her down.
"Don't be so hasty, Mom will give you pleasure, but it won't be fun if it's too fast." Mom put her panties back on, took two steps back, and then started masturbating in front of me.
Since Mom owns a clothing store, her own attire naturally has to be impeccable to please customers. Today, she wore a black tank top, which accentuated her ample breasts. I couldn't see a bra strap, but also couldn't see any nipples, so I wasn't sure if she was wearing a bra. She wore a red and black plaid mini-skirt; her panties were visible when she squatted down. Her two shapely, long legs were encased in black stockings, and she wore 10-centimeter high heels, further highlighting her figure. However, she looked overly seductive, almost like a prostitute.
Mom squinted, gently stroking her face with her hands, appearing quite ecstatic. She occasionally bit her lip. Her hands slowly moved downwards, gliding over her white neck, cupping her large breasts in her hands, then squeezing them together with her forearms, making her cleavage even more alluring.
Faced with my mother's incredibly hot performance, I couldn't help but swallow hard. The moment she tossed her long hair aside, I was completely captivated by this woman. No wonder so many men enjoy having sex with her; I would be just as captivated. At that moment, my mother was slapping her own buttocks, the sound like a death knell, making my heart pound. Then, the most exciting scene unfolded: my mother, this slut, suddenly bent over, her thighs clamped tightly together, her hands covering her private parts as if she needed to urinate, yet it was incredibly alluring.
Next, my mother writhed her fiery body, removing her clothes until only her breast pads and sexy lace panties remained. Her smooth skin reflected a soft white light in the sunlight. This goddess slowly approached me, grabbing my hand.
"Can you help me take them off?"
"Oh...okay..." With trembling hands, I peeled off my mother's breast pads, then, following her smooth waist, hooked my fingers around her panties and slowly pulled them down. As I helped my mother remove her underwear, I found myself kneeling before her. Her glossy black pubic hair was right before my eyes, and a lewd scent wafted into my nostrils, instantly captivating me.
I knew I had lost. Although I had exposed my mother's scheme, she had conquered me with her charm. In front of this woman, no man could ever be a loser.
I grabbed my mother's white, pert buttocks and buried my face in her private area, licking her pubic hair and inhaling the scent emanating from her body. At that moment, I felt that my mother was a goddess, and I was just one of her many humble followers.
"My goddess... I want... I want you..."
"Good son, stand up first, Mom will lick it for you."
I stood up as my mother instructed, watching her squat in front of me and help me take off my pants. My big penis was right in front of her face. My mother looked at my treasure tenderly, gently tracing a circle around the glans with her finger, and then giving the head of my penis a deep kiss.
"My son's treasure is so big, Mom likes it." My mother took my glans into her mouth, and when she spat it out, it was covered in saliva, glistening in the sunlight.
Although I haven't tried other women, I'm sure my mother's oral skills are absolutely top-notch. After she licked my penis and testicles thoroughly, we went into a 69 position and licked each other. My mother's vagina is beautiful; the pubic hair on her labia majora is neatly shaved, and her labia minora are dark red. Logically, a promiscuous woman's vagina should be dark, so I don't know how my mother maintains it so well. Does she have some secret recipe? I greedily sucked the nectar from my mother's vagina, and my penis was already covered in her saliva. If I didn't get in soon, we would both explode.
"Mom, fuck me."
My mother spat out my big penis, turned around to face me, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and then grasped my big penis and slowly inserted it into her vagina.
"Uh...we're home." Watching my penis enter my mother's vagina, and with her own hands inserting it, the feeling was incredibly strange. I grabbed my mother's large breasts with both hands, and she flicked my nipples with her fingers, stimulating me from three points simultaneously. I never thought a man could feel so good being touched on the nipples; it was tingling and numb. I guess it feels the same way when a woman is touched.
My mother and I fucked in this position for a while, and then I suddenly had a wicked idea. I told her to lean against the edge of the rooftop, and I would fuck her from behind. It was broad daylight, and there were many people and cars on the street. My mother was also afraid of heights and didn't dare to have sex on the rooftop, but I thought it would be very exciting and even have a sense of punishment. So I forced my mother to lean against the wall on the edge of the rooftop. This way, her body was blocked by the wall, but her head could be exposed, making her both safe and unseen.
My mother was like a bitch in heat, being brutally fucked from behind. At first, she was a little scared, but she got more and more into it, even moaning at passersby on the street. Even though we were on the seventh-floor rooftop, I was still afraid that her moans would attract attention, so I pulled her back to the center of the rooftop and said, "Aren't you afraid people will hear us?"
"You were the one who started this thrill, and you're blaming me?" My mother kissed and bit my face and neck, one hand holding my penis, the other constantly kneading her clitoris.
"No wonder people call you an old slut, you're really horny."
"Oh, stop talking, come on." My mother lay on the ground, spread her legs wide, and used her hands to spread her vulva, giving me a seductive look, beckoning me to hurry up and penetrate her.
Since Mom's so horny, I, as her son, couldn't hold back. So I thrust my big cock in again, each stroke hitting her G-spot, the flesh slapping against flesh making a slapping sound. Mom was moaning and screaming, it felt so good.
"Hmph, Mom...does it feel good to be fucked by your son...do you need to be fucked...do you...?"
"Mom needs to be fucked...good son...harder...fuck your mom harder..."
"You old slut...slutty goddess...sex goddess...seduce men to bed...little slut...stinky bitch...public toilet...anyone can go...ah...I'm cumming...my goddess...goddess..."
After a frenzied series of thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, all the semen pouring deep into Mom's vagina, but my cock didn't soften immediately, it remained hard inside Mom's cunt, merging with her vagina.
"My son is so amazing, you fucked Mom so good, so great." Mom stroked my head, wiping the sweat from my brow, and then gave me a long, hot kiss as encouragement.
After resting for a few minutes, my mom and I couldn't resist making love a few more times. It wasn't until my aunt and uncle were about to get off work that I called to ask where she was. My mom said she had something to do and asked them to lock the shop and leave. Then my mom and I came down from the rooftop, ate something at her shop, rested for a while, and then had another round of intense lovemaking until the next morning, when I ejaculated all my semen into my mom's vagina.
"Mom, I've ejaculated inside you, are you going to get pregnant?"
"Heh, you little rascal, now you're scared? You were so good when you were fucking me, saying you were going to fuck me to death, and now you're afraid of getting me pregnant? Humph, so what if I get pregnant? If I do, I'll just have the baby and see what you do then."
Since my mom and I started this relationship, we've seen each other frequently. Every time, she drains me completely before letting me go, and of course, that's all on my own. Later, to get revenge on Huang Lang, I had my mother invite him out to dinner. Beforehand, I slipped five "blue pills" into his drink. Then, my mother pretended to have an emergency and left early. Luckily, Huang Lang encountered a prostitute soliciting customers at the restaurant entrance, preventing him from having an erection. However, this all-day sex marathon resulted in him developing erectile dysfunction (ED). To make matters worse, the prostitute had a sexually transmitted disease, and Huang Lang had the "honor" of contracting it from her. Actually, you can probably guess what I meant. Yes, I arranged for him to meet this prostitute. Huang Lang himself told me, "If you're a man, take revenge. Don't let me look down on you." Now that I've gotten my revenge, isn't this exactly what Huang Lang wanted? Hahaha…
I don't have many demands on my mother. I know she's incorrigible; she'll definitely cheat on me when I'm not around. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't, so I just let her be. But when I need her, she'll always be my sex goddess, and that's enough.

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