The struggle of adults

"You're back," a sweet voice called out, and a middle-aged woman appeared before me.

Let me introduce myself: my name is Qi Jun, 19 years old, a senior in high school, and I just transferred to this city. The beautiful woman before me is naturally my mother—Lin Lixuan, a woman who looks remarkably like the actress Michelle Ye. But to be honest, my mother is much sexier than Michelle Ye; her 34D breasts and full, shapely buttocks would make any normal adult man unable to suppress his desire for her. Of course, that's a story for later… "Mom, isn't Dad back yet?" I asked, glancing upstairs. "He rushed off to Nanjing today and won't be back until the day after tomorrow. He left in a hurry and didn't have time to tell you. When he gets back, you can give him a good blackmail." My mother said with a smile. Of course, I knew that the so-called blackmail was just psychological comfort; with my old-fashioned father, I wouldn't dare. Relatively speaking, my relationship with my mother is more like that of friends. Of course, the father who is always domineering in front of me and outsiders is actually like a mouse in front of my mother, while my mother… hehe, is like a cat. Hearing that my regional general manager of the listed company was out, I breathed a long sigh of relief. No particular reason, it was the day the monthly exam results came out, and I, who always had excellent grades, only got a middle-of-the-class score. Even the homeroom teacher told me I had to get my parents' signature on the results. So, well, thankfully Dad wasn't here. Hehe, getting Mom on my side made things much easier. At worst, I'd cry, throw a tantrum, or threaten suicide. With Mom's doting love for me and my promises, I'm sure I'd get through it easily. Ugh, it's all because of those damn best friends showing me those things; they've made me

daydream in class all this time. "Come out for dinner," Mom called me at seven o'clock in the evening, as usual. Three dishes and a soup, standard home-cooked food, but my mind wasn't at ease. Several times I wanted to tell Mom, but the words stuck in my throat. Mom seemed to be in a good mood; a faint smile graced her delicate face, and I felt bad about disturbing her seemingly happy mood. "Mom, what's making you so happy?" I couldn't help but ask. Mom seemed lost in her own memories, a hint of panic mixed with shyness. "N-nothing! Oh, right, hurry up and eat, finish your homework early and get some rest! Mom's going to Aunt Ya's house today, I won't be back until later, so you need to get some rest, understand?" "Yes, ma'am," I replied before Mom could finish. Sigh, looks like I'll have to tell her tomorrow morning, what a miserable life, I thought to myself.

After finishing my meal, I told Mom and went back to my room. Lying on the bed, I kept thinking about the video on my best friend's phone, and a warm sensation immediately ran through my lower abdomen. Damn it, Xiao Zhong (my best friend's name), you bastard! You even slept with such an old woman, and you even filmed it! Damn it, you ruined my life... Seriously, this kind of woman isn't even one ten-thousandth as good as my mom, no, one in a billion, one in a billion... Thinking of my mom, my lower abdomen got even more aroused. It felt like a million ants were crawling all over my mind. My mom's face, my mom's breasts, my mom's butt, and those long legs that always wore stockings, and that... Oh dear, what are you thinking about? That's your mom! Coming back to my senses, I picked up a book and went to my desk, flipping through it absentmindedly. At this moment, my heart was filled with restlessness and agitation, and perhaps a trace of guilt, guilt for desecrating my most noble goddess. "Xiaojun, Mom's going out. You need to get some rest, okay? Mom'll be back soon." As Mom pushed open the door, an elegant, noble, and sexy woman appeared before me. I swear, at that moment, Mom's appearance would definitely cause a surge of male hormones. A light blue dress accentuated her stunning figure, adding a touch of understated elegance. A pair of milky white stockings displayed her purity while subtly revealing a hint of allure. A pair of crescent-shaped earrings conveyed her nobility…

In short, no amount of praise could describe Mom's beauty at that moment; perhaps this was the epitome of perfection. Seeing my stunned expression, Mom smiled slightly and said softly, "How is it? Do I look good?" Hearing Mom's words, I suddenly snapped out of my daze and sincerely said, "Beautiful…so beautiful." "Mom, why are you dressed so formally for Aunt Ya's house?" Mom smiled gently and said, "What's so formal about it? Don't you usually dress like this?" "Okay, I'm going now. Study hard and go to bed early. I might be back late, don't wait for me. Okay, I'm leaving." She turned and left gracefully, leaving me staring blankly at her retreating figure. A mix of pride, disappointment, and perhaps even a touch of…impulse lingered within me.

Ugh, what's going on? It's almost midnight, why isn't Mom back yet? Could something have happened? I lay on the bed, restless, a worry creeping into my mind. Oh dear, I forgot to call! How silly of me! I slapped my forehead, picked up my phone, and dialed Mom's number. Beep beep… I've dialed five times already, why isn't she answering? Could something really have happened? Right, Aunt Ya, I'll call her and ask. The phone rang six times before being answered. "Hello, Xiaojun, what's up so late?" a lazy voice came through. "Oh, Aunt Ya, is my mom still with you?" I asked anxiously. "Oh, your mom?…No…wait, oh, right, yes, she's here, right next to me; what's wrong?" Could you let her answer the phone? Hearing the intermittent sound on the phone, I breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Oh...hi, look at me, she just went into the bathroom. Wait a minute, let me ask her...what, oh, okay, Xiaojun, your mom said she'll be back soon and told you to go to sleep right away. Okay, that's all, bye."

No sooner had I finished speaking than the phone beeped. I held the phone, bewildered. Sigh, Aunt Ya usually loves talking to me, why is she hanging up so quickly today? Oh well, whatever, she's probably busy with something. Anyway, I know Mom's alright, sigh, time to sleep...

2.

"Get up!" Accompanied by a beautiful voice, I reluctantly opened my eyes. Before me appeared a stunningly beautiful face. Her skin was still so fair, her nose still beautiful, the crescent-shaped earrings on her delicate ears were gone, and her captivating eyes were still so alluring, though they seemed to have some dark bags and were slightly puffy. "Mom, when did you get back? I was so worried last night." "Oh, me... I got back a long time ago. I saw you were asleep, so I didn't wake you. Haha, looks like my darling cares about me now. Hmm, when did you go to sleep? Tell me honestly, you didn't play on the computer secretly, did you?" Me? I went to bed before midnight. I'm such a good boy. "Yeah, right, our baby is very obedient. Looks like you just fell asleep when I got back. Okay, get up and eat breakfast. Mom went to Wangji to buy it for you." Wow, Mom, you're amazing! You went so far to buy me breakfast. I love you so much! "Uh... well, anyway, I'm not going to work today, so I got up early to make food for our little darling. By the way, don't tell your dad, or he'll complain that I spoil you again." Okay, Mom. I'm not going to talk to him. He always has a poker face. I wonder if I'm even his son.

"Tch, you little rascal, talking about your dad now. Go wash up, eat breakfast, and go to school." Mom, I'm leaving. Goodbye! "Goodbye, baby, be careful on the road." Twenty minutes later, with a goodbye, I left home and headed to the nearest bus stop. Actually, we have two cars, but since starting middle school, my dad has made me take the bus to school by myself, so I've always gone alone, ostensibly to cultivate my independence. He only took me a few times when we first moved here. Sigh, my dad treats Aunt Ya's son, Xiao Gang, better than he treats me. Speaking of Xiao Gang, I'm so angry I could grind my teeth. He's only a year younger than me but is full of mischief, yet he's cowardly. I played with him a few times when we first came here, but every time he got into trouble, he blamed me for teaching him to do it, causing me to get beaten by my dad countless times. If it weren't for Aunt Ya, I would have given him a good beating. Speaking of Aunt Ya, she's undeniably a beauty, 170cm tall, with long, wavy hair, a mature and charming demeanor, and a voluptuous figure. To be honest, the first time I saw her, I completely forgot about Liu Yifei and Bai Xue. In reality, my dreams are filled with the image of me pinning her down and riding her. Alas, it's a pity she's my mother's college classmate and best friend, and it's a pity she moved to this city so early. We used to only keep in touch by phone, and only recently did we start seeing each other again after my family moved here. But that doesn't affect our relationship, or more accurately, my feelings for her. Sigh, lost in thought, I arrived at the bus stop. Just as I was about to board the bus, I suddenly remembered the old witch asking me to get my exam paper signed. I checked the time; I still had time, so I hurriedly ran home. Five minutes later, I breathlessly opened my front door.

Huh? Nobody's in the living room, and not in the bedroom either. Where's Mom? I looked around for her. Suddenly, I heard a doorbell ring. Hey, it sounds like it's in the bathroom upstairs. I rushed up, reached the door, raised my hand, then suddenly dropped it, wanting to play a prank on Mom. Curious about who she was talking to, I pressed my face against the door: "Um, yeah…nobody…you're so annoying…I was just chatting with him…nothing, he's kind of pitiful, oh right, he went bankrupt, his wife ran away…never mind…okay, he went to school, I know…you're still in contact with Lao Yang, that's why you're not, okay, Xiaoya, I know, okay, bye-bye." I was completely confused, a mix of bewilderment and clarity. The sound of a lock turning jolted me awake. For some reason, my body suddenly lunged towards the balcony, hiding behind two large potted plants. I knew this spot well; you wouldn't notice unless you looked closely. Through the gaps in the plants, I saw a woman wrapped in a bath towel, her elegant steps gracefully making her way up the stairs. Her snow-white skin seemed untouchable. But my heart grew heavy.

The

bell rang, signaling the end of class, and I walked heavily out of the classroom. As expected, the "old witch" stood proudly at the classroom door. "Qi Jun, come to my office." My best friend gave me a pitying look, as if seeing a warrior about to be gloriously defeated. Speaking of this best friend, we'd only known each other for a short time, since I'd just arrived in this city. We'd had a falling out when I first arrived, which escalated to an irreconcilable point, so we agreed to fight after school. Yes, a manly duel, as I'd imagined. Unfortunately, it didn't happen; instead, the "old witch" showed up. That was the first time I experienced her power—she stood there cursing us for three whole hours until our parents arrived at school. Of course, we both ended up physically hurt, and it was this incident that made us find a common enemy. Later, some things happened, and we, being kindred spirits, finally got together.

Speaking of the "old witch," she wasn't actually old at all; she was in her thirties. While not particularly beautiful, she had a great figure, and her scholarly demeanor as a teacher made her a tempting target for male teachers. However, the "old witch" was rigid and very conservative, and remained single to this day. It's said that men who pursued her were chased away by her scolding, which is perhaps the origin of her nickname. "What's going on? Why didn't you finish the assignment I gave you? Did you sign it when I asked? Your grades have dropped so much lately, now you're scared…" A furious roar erupted. The "old witch" remained seated in her office chair, her icy face flushed with anger. Her large eyes glared fiercely at me, and her rapid breathing, fueled by anger, made her already prominent breasts appear even more impressive, as if two small things were trying to break free from the constraints of her white shirt. Her long legs, unhidden by her short skirt, looked exceptionally alluring. A surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, but the teacher was sitting right in front of me, or rather, standing right in front of her. What I was about to do wouldn't escape her notice. So I could only look away and try my best to suppress my wicked thoughts. But I clearly underestimated the old witch's abilities. She took my averted gaze as contempt and provocation, and the slight contortion on my face from suppressing my thoughts as my forbearance in the face of her reprimand. So I could only let things take their course. The result of ending the suppression was that my little brother quickly grew and expanded, until the old witch discovered it. Looking at the old witch, who was half-covering her mouth and nose, I knew I'd been found out. And so, in a slightly awkward atmosphere, I finally escaped the office.

On my way home, I kept thinking about my mother. Why did she lie to me? Who did she see last night? It certainly wasn't Aunt Ya. Connecting this to the phone call I overheard this morning, I knew that both Mom and Aunt Ya were lying to me. Yes, deceiving me. This made me incredibly angry. Then I thought of the old witch, those huge breasts, how exhilarating it would be to be conquered beneath that domineering exterior. In my daze, that face transformed into Aunt Ya, and then into…

4

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the pavement in front of the door. I staggered into the house. It was quiet inside, seemingly empty. Hey, where's Mom? Didn't she say she wasn't going to work today? I dragged my heavy steps slowly towards the stairs. The first-aid kit should be on the second floor. I cursed the motorcyclist in my heart. So inhuman! He hit me and ran away. He'll get into an accident sooner or later. Gritting my teeth, I slowly made my way up the stairs to the second floor. My gaze swept across the quiet hallway. Nothing.

Sigh, I'll check Mom and Dad's room. I easily opened the door to my parents' bedroom and peeked inside. On the large bed lay a beautiful woman, the slightly disheveled sheets clashing with the tidy room. A sharp pain in my leg made me quickly locate the first-aid kit on the bedside table. As I slowly approached, I tried to keep my steps as soft as possible, partly to avoid waking my mother, and partly because the pain made my body and face look extremely awkward. Just as I was about to successfully retrieve the kit, a shoe ruined my progress. Losing my balance, I quickly kissed the floor, further injuring my already injured knee. The pain made me sit up abruptly, clutching my wound, gasping for breath, gritting my teeth to maintain my last vestige of male dignity. A lazy groan escaped, as if expressing displeasure at being disturbed. Her beautiful face blinked, seemingly unaccustomed to the afterglow of the setting sun. A delicate, white hand quickly covered her eyes. Because of this somewhat abrupt movement, the air-conditioning blanket slipped down slightly, releasing a pungent smell of sweat and raw eggs. My mother seemed to be adjusting to the light, muttering, "Why aren't you leaving yet? My son is coming back." I was slightly taken aback and replied, "Mom, it's me." The woman paused briefly, then quickly sat up, looking around frantically as if searching for something. After a moment, her gaze returned to my face, and she asked in surprise, "Xiaojun's back. Look at Mom, sigh, I was so bored I overslept, and... I even had a nightmare. Are you hungry? Mom will get up and make you something to eat right away. You can go out and wait a bit."

I hurriedly fled the bedroom. Although the pain in my legs was suffocating me, I was even more afraid of facing my mother's embarrassment. Yes, just now, because of the effect of my mother getting up quickly, the air conditioner completely exposed my mother's upper body. To my surprise, my mother was completely covered up. The slightly pink nipples made you immediately doubt that she was a married woman, and the full, white breasts made you question her age. The waist without any excess fat showed you what true allure was. Everything was so sudden, so perfect. I let out a long sigh of relief as I stepped out the door. Perhaps it was the pain, or perhaps something else, but I picked up the first-aid kit and slowly made my way to the living room. The usually short staircase felt like an insurmountable chasm, tormenting my fragile nerves. I gritted my teeth and slowly made my way to the living room on the first floor. I pulled up my torn trouser leg, revealing my battered calf and knee. I took out cotton balls and tried to clean it with hydrogen peroxide, but the intense pain forced me to give up. I thought to myself, "Mom will come and

clean it for me later." Time ticked by, each minute an agony. I don't know how much time passed. My mother slowly approached me, a loving smile on her face. Her wet hair showed that she had just taken a shower. I forced a smile at her and said slowly, "Mom, please put some medicine on it for me. I'm hurt." Hearing my words, my mother paused slightly, her eyes scanning my body. When her gaze fell on my leg, her eyes widened instantly. Her small, white hands immediately covered her sexy little mouth, and then she rushed towards me in a panic. Seeing my mother's actions, a surge of warmth welled up inside me; her maternal love, like a balm, instantly eased my physical pain. My mother knelt before me, her captivating eyes glistening with tears. Trembling, she asked, "Son, what happened? Who hurt you like this? Tell me, I'll go find them." A sharp, angry roar escaped from my usually gentle mother's lips, yet it didn't diminish her mysterious aura; it all seemed perfectly natural. Looking into her concerned eyes, I forced a smile, enduring the pain, and softly said, "It's alright, Mom, I just got hit by a motorcycle." My mother stroked my calf, saying gently, "No, the wound is serious. You need to get it treated and go to the hospital."

As she spoke, she picked up a cotton swab and gently wiped my wound, blowing on it as she did so. I stared, stunned, at my mother's earnest care. Beneath her loose-fitting loungewear, a pair of firm breasts, their deep cleavage highlighting her impressive figure, were visible. Her face, flushed from the steam of her recent shower, was slightly red, and there was a small bruise on her fair neck. I couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Mom, what happened to your neck?" My mother looked up, touched her neck, frowned slightly, and thought for a moment before replying, "Nothing...nothing, probably just a mosquito bite." "Okay, let me help you to the car. I'll change my clothes and go to the hospital with you." She hurriedly pulled me up and slowly walked towards the door…

Hospitals in China are truly a headache. Watching my mother running around, I could only helplessly endure various tests, including X-rays. Finally, the doctor gave a long list of conclusions: superficial wound, rest well, don't get the wound wet, etc., and I went home safely. It was almost 11 o'clock by the time we got around to it, so we had to grab a bite at a roadside restaurant. My mom's phone rang twice during that time, but she just glanced at it and hung up. I asked her why she didn't answer, and she laughed and said it was from an insurance salesperson. I was surprised that insurance employees had become so dedicated, but I didn't ask further. After getting home, my mom helped me dry off and rest. "Help" really just meant she helped me to the bathroom door. Ignoring her teasing and concern, I proudly closed the door. Just kidding, putting aside the abundant hair on this guy's body, just the size of it makes me blush. I remember once at school, I pulled out a penis much bigger than my classmates', attracting a crowd and laughter. I still remember it vividly. Luckily, we moved to our current city with my father, escaping the nickname "Big Bird." But since then, I've never peed in front of anyone. I remember once at school, I was really holding it in during recess, so I waited until the bell rang and rushed to the toilet. But there was nothing I could do about it. My old classmates always called me "Big Bird" when we met, it made me so embarrassed. I quickly wiped myself down, put on my clothes, and walked out of the bathroom. Mom had already left. I could hear voices coming from the living room. I knew she was on the phone, so I didn't disturb her and slowly walked towards the living room. "What…no, my son is injured! Um, he'll be back the day after tomorrow…uh, no way! Look at you, you've bruised my neck! What will he do when he sees this?…uh…I'm not talking to you anymore, you bad boy! No way! It's okay, you should get some rest…uh, goodbye, I'm not talking anymore, my son's coming out, okay…"

Hearing Mom's coquettish tone, I was confused. Who was she talking to? Then I heard footsteps. I knew Mom was coming, so I suppressed my confusion and slowly walked towards the living room. Mom clearly hadn't expected me to come out of the bathroom. Her eyes were slightly flustered. She said, "Xiaojun, why are you out? When did you come out? Why didn't you call Mom…why didn't you call Mom to help you?" "Oh, Mom, I just came out and was about to call you," I answered without thinking. Mom obviously believed me and helped me to the sofa, saying, "Xiaojun, it's late, you should rest." Normally, I would have obeyed Mom's instructions and gone back to my bedroom immediately, but today, because Mom seemed so unusual and had so many questions, I wanted to think things through. So I said, "I'm not sleepy yet, I want to sit for a bit, then I'll go to sleep." "Okay, just for a little while." I slowly sat on the sofa, smoothing my freshly styled hair. My eyes involuntarily swept over an object on the coffee table—a cigarette butt, lying quietly in the ashtray. You see, no one in our family smokes; the ashtray is usually just for decoration. So I asked, "Mom, have we had any guests today?" "No...no...why?" My slightly flustered voice betrayed me. Mom was lying. Why was she lying? I didn't ask her, because I knew I wouldn't get the answer. Since she was lying to me, she wouldn't tell me the truth.

A little while later, I excused myself and went back to my room. The moment Mom turned off the light, my heart sank, and the smile on my face vanished instantly. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and the more suspicious it seemed. All the signs indicated that Mom was hiding something I was particularly afraid of…

5.

In the summer of the seaside city, the weather is like a child's face, one moment sunny, the next overcast, and sometimes even sunny with heavy rain. It was the third week after Dad returned from his business trip. I leaned back on the deck chair on the second-floor balcony, holding a military magazine, idly watching Mom arranging flowers beside me. Today, Mom was wearing a round-neck t-shirt, her long, slender legs covered only by a short, tube-shaped skirt. Her calves, without stockings, were fair and long, and her beautiful face was even more captivating because of her concentration on what she was doing. Because she was half-squatting, a large expanse of fair skin was exposed between her clothes and skirt, and her waist, without an ounce of excess fat, was mesmerizing. "Ring ring…" A discordant ring pulled me back from my reverie. I looked at the caller ID; it was Xiao Zhong calling. Hello, what is it? I answered the phone and immediately asked, "Oh, Xiaojun, do you have money in your online bank account? Transfer me 500, I need 500 more to buy equipment." I got up and walked towards the bedroom, softly replying, "No, I don't have any in my online bank account, but I have cash, do you want it?" "Damn it, what do I need cash for? I just want to deposit it in my online bank account. By the way, you can deposit it for me if you have time, I'm busy PK right now. It's settled then, I'll give it to you when I go to school the day after tomorrow." She hung up before I could react. Damn it, I vented my frustration on the phone. Oh well, I had to run errands again. Luckily, there was an ATM not far from my house. I told my mom and walked towards the door, not forgetting to take one last look at her plump, round buttocks as I left.

Damn it, the machine is malfunctioning, out of service! I looked helplessly at the two machines in front of me. I turned around dejectedly and walked towards the movie theater. Sigh, that's the closest one. Time slowly passed as I fantasized about how I would exploit Xiaozhong on Monday. I arrived at the movie theater and deposited the money into Xiaozhong's account. After calling him and explaining the situation, I decided to turn around and go home. Suddenly, a familiar, beautiful woman caught my eye. She was 172 cm tall, wearing black high-heeled sandals, a silver mini-skirt that hugged her full hips, the skirt so short it seemed her shapely buttocks were about to burst out. A white lace t-shirt accentuated her intellectual air, and her sensual lips were constantly moving as she spoke to the man beside her. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't even notice me. Watching them walk past, my brow furrowed. The man was very ordinary-looking, but his baldness was striking. His surname was Yang, and he was Aunt Ya's colleague. The two walked happily toward the movie theater. I sniffed and pulled my phone out of my pocket. "Hello, Xiaogang, I'm looking for Aunt Ya." "What? You went to your hometown with your dad and won't be back until the day after tomorrow?" "Oh, okay, no, I couldn't get through, it's nothing. Okay, goodbye." Hanging up, I didn't head home as planned. After waiting a while, I headed straight for the ticket hall. Although it was Saturday, the cinema wasn't crowded at lunchtime. I walked to the ticket window, smiled at the ticket seller, and asked, "Sister, do you know where my parents went? I just went to the restroom, and they went in first. I can't get through to them on the phone; they're probably on silent.

" "Oh, who are your parents? What do they look like?" Oh, my mom is very beautiful, and my dad… well, he's balding. "Oh, them, in screening room A4." Perhaps it was Aunt Ya's beauty, or perhaps it was the contrast with the bald man beside her, but the ticket seller told me where they were without hesitation. I thanked her, bought the same ticket, and went into screening room A4. The screening room was bustling with a few people, and a Hong Kong romance drama was playing on the screen. Calming my slightly excited heart, I walked towards the seat the ticket seller had prepared for me in the darkness. Thinking I was part of a family, she had given me a seat next to Aunt Ya and her family. I stopped two rows away from the seats. Because there were so few people, most of the seats were empty. I randomly found a seat, put my phone in camera mode, and pointed it at an object in front of me that was reflected by the screen. I knew that it must be the head of the man surnamed Yang.

At that moment, his face was pressed tightly against another's, a certain part of their faces stuck together, constantly wriggling. After a while, the bald man seemed unsatisfied with the situation, his mouth repeatedly burrowing downwards. The woman's lips were slightly parted, and in the dim light, she struggled to tilt her head back. Only then did I realize that the man's hand was moving incessantly below. Unwilling to remain at such a distance, I gritted my teeth and rolled forward. The man and woman were lost in their own world, completely unaware that a young man had appeared not far behind them. I crouched down, positioned myself to their left, and focused my phone on the woman's face. "Mmm... mmm... hiss, oh..." A soft moan reached my ears. The bald man's entire head was now pressed against the woman's lower body. A gurgling sound mixed with splashing sounds as he attacked her lower abdomen with both hands and mouth. The woman struggled to suppress her moans, arching her body upwards, her lower body beginning to heave faster. Sensing the woman's change, the bald man seemed to receive a command to thrust, his hands suddenly increasing speed. "Oh, faster... faster, almost there." With the woman's urging, the man's arms seemed to move at an even faster pace. "Uh... mmm... uh uh..."

With a suppressed growl, the woman's arched body convulsed violently, shaking uncontrollably as if she were ill, finally returning to calm after a few seconds. The bald man sat up straight, whispered something in the woman's ear, and she bit her lip and shook her head. The man, clearly unwilling to give up, immediately said something more. The woman seemed startled for a moment, then finally lowered her head to the bald man's crotch. Through the gap in the seat, I could just see her pull a small stick from her crotch, smooth it with her fingers, and then put it in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. The bald man tilted his head back, pressing one hand against the woman's head, while the other hand reached inside her clothes, kneading her breasts, breathing heavily through his nose. After a while, the bald man suddenly tightened his grip on the woman's head. The woman seemed to understand, moved her head away, and began to use her fingers to speed up her movements. A short while later, the bald man's body shuddered, and a stream of liquid gushed from his crotch. After the war ended, the man and woman tidied their clothes. The man seemed to express displeasure at the woman's reluctance to speak at the end, but she just smiled and said nothing. When they finished tidying up and snuggled back to watch the movie, they were unaware that behind their seats, on the floor, a man put his phone in his pocket, stretched his stiff body from lying on the floor for so long, and slowly crawled towards the exit…

It was already 4 PM when I got home. My mother didn't ask where I'd been playing for so long; instead, she told me that my father had to go on another two-week business trip due to an urgent matter at work. Watching my mother's light and lively figure, my throat involuntarily went dry. After dinner, my mother came to my door and told me she was going to Aunt Ya's house. She told me to stay home. Instantly, I understood why my mother was going out. Although my fingers, hidden behind my back, were digging into my flesh, I still didn't feel any pain. Suppressing my anger, I told my mother to come back early and quickly ran into my room to open my desk drawer. I grabbed a box and rushed to the living room. While my mother was putting on makeup in the bedroom, I took the contents out of the box and put them in her bag. It was a small recording device that Xiao Zhong had bought online last week—it could record for a long time. I'd been preparing for it ever since I overheard her on the phone, but I hadn't expected to use it so soon.

After watching my mother leave, I didn't follow her. Back in my bedroom, I lay on the bed, a wave of helplessness washing over me. Pain and resentment made me curl up like a shrimp. Thinking of my mother's carefully chosen outfit before she left, my heart bled… Mom, why did this happen? I woke up groggily, my pillow soaked with tears. I took out my phone and checked the time: 11 PM. Had Mom come back? She should be back by now. I tried to bolster my courage, slowly approaching her bedroom door. Looking at the empty room, disappointment, anger, and resentment pounded into my heart like a tank. After crying for a while, I took out my phone and played the movie clip from today's screening. My lower body quickly became aroused. I stood up and wiped away my tears.

Aunt Ya, humph. Whether you go to her house or not, I should at least go and check... The streets were bustling with people at midnight; it wasn't even midnight yet, and for those accustomed to nightlife, it was just the beginning. I walked for half an hour before arriving at Aunt Ya's building. Looking at the dim light in the bedroom, I slowly walked upstairs. My heart started pounding as I reached the door. I wondered if that man was there, if Mom was there? A series of questions made me raise and lower my hand repeatedly.

After repeating this for a while, I mustered my courage. Knock, knock, knock, a series of knocks sounded. After a while, "Who is it?" With the sound of the door opening, the face of a mature and stunningly beautiful woman appeared through the crack in the door. "Xiao Jun, what brings you here? Come in quickly." Seeing that I was let in so easily, I was slightly taken aback. Was that man not here? My guess was quickly confirmed; Aunt Ya was alone. I closed my eyes and sighed inwardly, "Mom, you..." Sitting on Aunt Ya's sofa, looking at the beautiful woman in a white silk nightgown, a surge of lust rose within me. The beautiful woman was intently brewing tea for me, her buttocks sticking out high as she bent over. I swallowed hard, slowly pulled out my phone, and walked towards her. "Xiao Jun, why are you here so late? Does your mother know?" Aunt Ya, didn't Mom say she was coming to your house? What, isn't she here? I asked deliberately.

"Oh, look at me, I just went out and just got back. Maybe your mother went to another house before she saw me." Oh, really? I asked in a flippant tone. So, Aunt Ya, where did you go? I came up behind her, my stiff member rubbing against her buttocks. Aunt Ya was clearly not expecting my harassment. She stood up slightly stiffly, looking at me with surprise and a hint of anger. "Was it to the movies?" I asked with a cold smile. Aunt Ya's body stiffened at my question, her full breasts heaving rapidly, her sexy lips slightly parted as if she wanted to explain something. I shook my head, turned on the play button on my phone, and a scene unsuitable for children appeared before her eyes.

Her face instantly turned ashen, and large tears gushed from her eyes. I pulled her into my arms, kissing away her tears, and whispered, "Don't cry, I've been crying all day." With that, I forcefully grabbed her head and kissed her hard on the lips. After her initial shock, Aunt Ya began to resist frantically. She stammered, "No, it's not like that, let go, no…you can't do this…" Perhaps her resistance enraged me. I picked her up and threw her violently onto the sofa, roaring, "No, it's not like that! Last time you said she was with you, and what happened? Now you're covering for her! Where is she now? She's having an affair! The two people I love most are having an affair!"

After saying this, I squatted on the floor, sobbing loudly. Aunt Ya was clearly taken aback by what I said. Her tear-filled eyes became vacant. After a long while, Aunt Ya came to me and helped me to the sofa. Sighing, I said, "Sigh, child, you're still young...you don't understand." I angrily raised my head and shouted, "What do you mean I'm still young? What do you mean I don't understand?" I frantically unzipped my pants, revealing my monstrous glans, and pushed Aunt Ya onto the sofa, violently venting my pent-up frustration and anger. Aunt Ya clearly hadn't expected me to attack again, or was astonished by my penis, which was thicker than an adult's. Her resistance gradually diminished, even disappeared. We went wild all night, experiencing multiple orgasms.

When I woke up, it was already ten in the morning. I opened my blurry eyes and looked at the sleeping beauty beside me. I slowly got up, my muscles aching from the long night's battle reminding me that I was still a minor. I gently kissed Aunt Ya and got dressed to leave. "What are you going to do?" A question told me that my comrade from last night hadn't slept at all. "I don't know," I said blankly. "Promise me, don't tell your dad." I nodded, and before leaving, I turned back and said earnestly to Aunt Ya, "Aunt Ya, I'm so sorry. I love you so much, I love Mom, that's why I acted so violently." "It's alright," were the last words she said before I left, but I could sense the unease in her voice. Looking at her slightly lowered head, I knew that perhaps she hadn't said, "I love you too"...

6

I opened the door and entered the house. The living room was empty, with only a pair of high heels lying quietly in the hallway. I knew Mom was back. I opened the door to her bedroom. Mom lay quietly on the bed, a naive smile on her lips. A conflict welled up inside me. One voice told me to immediately question her about where she had been last night, while another comforted me, telling me to trust her. Perhaps nothing was wrong. A wave of helplessness washed over me. My eyes darted blankly over Mom's handbag. Yes, the contents of the bag. I hurriedly went over and picked it up. Carefully closing the bedroom door, I took a small device out of the bag, plugged it into my laptop, and hopefully started moving the mouse. At first, everything was normal. But from around the twentieth minute, I started hearing male voices, then the sound of clothes rubbing together, and eventually—groans. These were sounds I knew very well from women. It made my blood rush to my head, like a thorn had been plunged into my heart. I collapsed onto the bed in despair. Suddenly, the voice coming from inside completely broke me down—anger, despair, even madness: "Do you love me...? Love...? Do you love me or him...? You, is mine bigger or his...? Yours...? Give it to me... glug glug... Mmm."

I frantically stood up and ran to the basement. I grabbed a bundle of rope and went to my mother's bedroom. Looking at my sleeping mother, I felt a pang of pity, but anger quickly overwhelmed my reason. I slowly unfolded her hands and limbs and tied them to the bed with the rope. My mother didn't wake up at all during the whole process. After I finished tying her up, I took off my pants, thought for a moment, and then went to get my laptop. It contained my recorded audio. I set my phone to video recording mode, placed it in a suitable spot, and opened the recording on my laptop. I slowly crawled to my mother's bedside, pulled back the covers, and a pink silk nightgown appeared before me. I untied the belt around her waist, revealing an alluring, fair body. My hands trembled as I slowly caressed her breasts, my lips moving to her nipples, licking, sucking, biting—I used every trick in the book,

relentlessly teasing her sensitive nerves. "Hmm," a sigh escaped her lips, and she slowly woke up, instinctively trying to pull her arm away, but to no avail. She opened her eyes blankly, "Hmm, hey, who… Xiaojun… Xiaojun, what are you doing? Let go of Mommy, quickly… quickly let go of Mommy, um… no!" "Xiaojun, did you hear that? Hmm, don't do this!" I ignored my mother's calls, smiling as I continued my "work," while large tears silently streamed down my face. I laughed through my tears, a bitter laugh. "Mom, why are you asking me what I'm doing? I'm doing you! Your son is going to honor you with his big cock!" I forcefully turned my mother's head and kissed her sexy lips hard. My mother struggled desperately, shouting, "No! No! I'm your mother! Why...?" That one "why" seemed to ignite my anger completely. Why, why... A series of screams, louder and louder, burst from my mouth. I angrily grabbed my laptop and turned the volume up to the maximum. "Hmm, darling... hmm, harder, oh... ooh, come on. Hmm..." Moans rang out.

My mother's face turned ashen instantly, her eyes fixed on me. "You, you... you're stalking me!" Seeing my mother's angry eyes, I exploded in rage, not only failing to repent but also questioning her. So I quickly got up, knelt down in front of my mother's thighs, pulled out my rock-hard penis, and forcefully thrust it into her dry vagina. "Ah!" A scream rang out. Clearly, my mother's place couldn't handle my weapon. You like big ones, don't you? You like cheating, don't you? Come on, come steal a big penis. I thrust forcefully, playing with it without restraint. I was venting, I was screaming. My mother's resistance grew weaker and weaker. After I ejaculated, I collapsed. Looking at my mother's desperate eyes, I felt intense hatred. I hated my mother's promiscuity, I hated that adulterer's depravity. My mother's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, her limbs, bound and unable to move, were red from the pressure. Her genitals were slightly swollen from my brutality.

My heart ached terribly. No matter what, she was my mother. If it weren't for that man, how could she have become like this?

Yes, that damned man, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him. I found a piece of tape and stuck it to my mother's mouth. She was still clearly in a daze, tears streaming silently down her face. I found her phone and checked the call log; thankfully, it hadn't been deleted yet. She was probably so bold because she knew Dad wouldn't be back for half a month. I dialed the number. Through the recording, I learned the man's surname was Wu, and he was my mother's high school classmate. The phone rang twice before being answered. "Hello, darling, what's wrong? Missing me?" came a voice that infuriated me. I suppressed my anger and said softly, "Is this Uncle Wu? My name is Xiaojun. Dad's not home, and the light in our house is broken. Mom wants you to come and help change it." There was a hint of doubt on the other end, then she finally realized what the benefit was and shouted, "Okay! I'll be right there!"

As I hung up, a cold smile crept across my face. I grabbed Dad's sleeping pills from the bedside table, placed my laptop where my mother could see them, and connected to the home security camera. The screen showed the living room. My mother probably finally understood what was happening; she started struggling, making muffled noises. I turned to look at my mother and said, "Mom, I know you won't forgive me after this, and I don't even ask for your forgiveness. I love you, I love you with my life. I won't let anyone take you away from my life. If he truly loves you, I will use my own life to wash away your shame today. If he's just trying to play with you, I'll kill him today."

After saying that, I used my mother's phone to dial my number, put the phone to her ear, and walked down the stairs. My mother shook her head desperately, struggling violently, but I ignored her. Once in the living room, I swung a stick and smashed the light bulb, shattering it. I pulled out a cup, threw in two sleeping pills, then poured in oranges. I retrieved a rope and a spare light bulb from the basement, quietly waiting for him to arrive. I placed it in a suitable spot for filming and turned on the recording function in my laptop.

A

ringtone sounded, and I knew the person I was waiting for had arrived. I slowly walked towards the door, trying to suppress my anger, taking deep breaths, even patting my face to make myself look more natural. Before opening the door, I forced a smile. I slowly opened it. Standing in the doorway was a smiling, rather handsome man. He wore a sharp suit, and his leather shoes, though a little worn, were polished to a shine. He held a bouquet of flowers and a gift box. Seeing me open the door, the man said with a beaming smile, "You must be Xiaojun. You look just like your mother. I'm your Uncle Wu. Nice to meet you. Here, this is a small token of my appreciation." He handed me the gift box. I took the gift box and stepped aside to let him in. Smiling, I said, "Uncle Wu, my mother went to buy groceries. She said she'd have you eat here later." "Oh, your mother is too kind. We shouldn't accept this. I should be the one treating you to dinner." I thought to myself, "Screw your politeness! You've been much more polite than this before, stop pretending!" But I said aloud, "Not at all, Uncle Wu has never been to my house before. Of course, we should entertain you. Besides, my mother's cooking is amazing." The man surnamed Wu kept saying "yes, yes," and judging from his eyes, I couldn't tell if he was praising my mother's cooking or something else. I took several deep breaths to barely suppress my rage. I led him to the living room, pointed to the light bulb, and said, "Hey, I don't know how it suddenly broke. I said I'd change it myself, but Mom insisted you come. Thank you so much." Mr. Wu kept saying polite things like, "Not at all, not at all, it's my pleasure." But his face was beaming with smugness, as if he had completely grasped something. I sneered inwardly, "Heh, smugness, it'll make you wish you were dead."

After a while, Mr. Wu finally finished changing the light bulb. I saw him wipe the sweat from his brow. I quickly brought him the juice I had prepared beforehand, saying with a fawning expression, "Uncle Wu, please have some water." Mr. Wu wanted to be polite, but I couldn't let him. Damn it, all this work today is for this bottle of water. Thinking this to myself, I kept flattering him. Watching him happily drink the water in the glass, my smile gradually faded. Suppressing my last bit of anger, I told him to sit down and rest. I turned and went to my mother's bedroom, ripped the tape off her mouth, and slowly left. "Stop, Xiaojun, Mom begs you, don't be foolish. As long as you let him go, Mom will do anything you want." I turned around blankly. If I had only wanted to punish him before, now I was truly contemplating murder. "Anything? Mom, are you sure?" I asked dejectedly. "Yes, Mom will do whatever you want, Mom will do whatever you want." Looking at my mother's pleading eyes, I felt utterly desperate. My mother, haha, actually begging me for an outsider, begging me so shamelessly.

What am I to her? What is this family to her? I closed my eyes, letting out a deep breath, as if I wanted to expel my own heart. After a long while, I composed myself and slowly went to the bedside. Through the laptop, I saw that the man surnamed Wu was already lying on the sofa. My heart churned violently, as if I could see the exhilarating feeling of killing my enemy. For a moment, I felt like someone who had finally avenged a great grudge, almost collapsing from exhaustion. I rubbed my head, looked at my naked mother on the bed, and mischievously crawled towards her. My mother clearly hadn't expected my actions, and tried to shrink back, her sexy lips moving as if she wanted to say something. I reached out and pressed my finger against her lips. I said, "You said you'd do anything, so do as I say." Then I pulled down my pants, put my penis to my mother's mouth, and said, "Eat it." "Let it have its fun first." Mom stared blankly at me, then at the computer screen. Her mouth slowly opened and took my penis in. Her head moved up and down, awkwardly playing a long flute. I closed my eyes, not wanting Mom to see my tears. My heart was screaming wildly. Just now, Mom was looking at that man with lingering affection. Just now, Mom had actually degraded herself for that man. Just now, Mom had actually compromised with her own son for that man. Haha...hahaha...hahahaha... I laughed wildly through my tears. Mom obviously didn't understand Wuwei's madness. Her mouth, stretched open by my penis, stopped moving, and she looked at me with a puzzled expression. I continued to laugh wildly. Suddenly, I pulled my penis out of Mom's mouth and rushed downstairs like a madwoman. I picked up a stick and desperately attacked the sleeping man in front of me. I don't know how long it lasted, but perhaps I used up my last bit of strength and slowly collapsed onto the floor.

Before me lay a bloodied, mangled body. My limbs were limp, yet I still felt hatred, a burning anger simmering within me. I collapsed to the ground, cursing the man before me, unleashing all my pent-up frustration, disappointment in my mother, and love for her. After what seemed like an eternity, the sound of a door opening filled the air. I moved my heavy head and saw who it was. "Aunt Ya," I called out, feeling all my strength drain away. And then, slowly, I drifted off to sleep…

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