[Making the best of a bad situation] (Part 2)

Author: notgay (32398782)
Date: 2017/11/29 First
Published: Yes
Word Count: 8361 words
The next morning, my mother, who was on a long holiday, was still asleep. I heard the sound of the water dispenser coming from the living room,
and I knew my father had woken up.
I went to the living room, and my father was sitting on the sofa, rubbing his forehead with one hand while drinking hot water.
I sat down next to my father, and he put down his cup, looked around the living room and said to me, "Sigh, this
old problem of getting a headache after drinking too much is so annoying. It's been a long time since I've come to your place." He still smelled strongly of
alcohol, which I found a bit unbearable.
I took out a towel and toothbrush from the cabinet under the TV and said to my father, "You wash up first, and
we'll go downstairs for breakfast later." My father was a little puzzled: "Aren't we waiting for your mother?"
I pursed my lips and replied, "Do you think she wants to see you?"
My father didn't say anything more. After washing up with me, we went downstairs to a noodle shop and ordered two
bowls of beef noodles. My father and I sat in the noodle shop, neither of us knowing what to say. Finally, my father
spoke first: "Did Ahui tell you about the auto repair shop thing?"
I replied, "Mom told me, and she'll be over around 10 a.m. today."
My father nodded: "That's good. The owner of that auto repair shop is a former comrade-in-arms of mine.
Work hard for him, and he won't treat you badly. Are you and your mother doing alright?"
I sighed and replied, "We're doing fine, no problems. It would be even
better if you could go to the police station less often and bother my mother less."
Hearing this, my father seemed to want to say something, but then swallowed his words and nodded. Not wanting to
embarrass him, I changed the subject, asking him what he'd been up to lately, and chatting with him casually.
After breakfast, my father asked me to walk him home, and I couldn't refuse. It was still a little past 7 a.m.,
and there weren't many pedestrians on the street yet. My father and I walked slowly. After chatting for a bit about his recent situation, he
suddenly changed the subject and said, "I'm leaving in a few days."
"Where to?" I asked.
He replied, "To the Northeast, to do business with a friend."
I asked again, "How long will you be gone?"
He raised an eyebrow and answered, "I don't know, maybe half a year. Anyway, you and your mother don't want to see me.
I don't have any prospects here in Yicheng, so I might as well go out and do something."
I didn't argue with him, but simply said, "Take care of yourself."
My father suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at me, saying, "Jiajia, I've wronged you and your mother all these years
. It's all my fault. I didn't expect you to forgive me. I'm already very grateful that you can still talk to me like this
."
I didn't feel any emotional reaction to his words, nor did I respond. I just patted
his shoulder. My father took out his wallet, pulled out a bank card, and said to me, "Dad doesn't have much to give you,
but there's some money in this card. Take it and spend it."
I put the card back in his wallet and then said to my father, "Zheng Zhiguo, some things can't be
made up for with money. Calling you 'Dad' is the last bit of respect I can show you, but our relationship ends here.
If you really care about me, then take care of yourself and don't bother us anymore unless it's absolutely necessary."
After saying this, I turned and left. I'm not a heartless person; I didn't want to see my father cry.
I didn't want to hate him anymore, nor would I forgive him. I just hoped he wouldn't bother me again.
When I got home, my mother was already up, wearing a white shirt and khaki trousers, eating
breakfast in the kitchen. As I expected, the first thing my mother said when I came back was, "You saw him off?"
I nodded and replied, "Yes, he did. I had breakfast with him around 7 a.m. this morning and saw him off at the bus station. He probably
won't be in Yicheng for a while. He said he's going to the Northeast with a friend to do business."
To my surprise, my mother didn't show any surprise. Instead, she said calmly, "He wanted
to leave a long time ago. Back then, we were getting a divorce. Although we signed an agreement, we
didn't go through with the formalities because your grandfather had coronary heart disease at the time, and we didn't want to upset him. We only went through with the formalities after your grandfather passed away. At that
time, he said he didn't want to stay in Yicheng anymore and wanted to go out and do business."
I sighed and said to my mother, "Actually, Dad is quite pitiful too. Now that Grandpa and Grandma are gone
..." Before I could finish, my mother interrupted me, "Stop, stop! He's pitiful?
Isn't he in this state because of his own actions? When he ran away..." "Who takes care of your grandparents? Isn't it just my son and me? He
doesn't even want his parents anymore. He deserves to be like this now."
I knew this topic couldn't continue, so I quickly said to my mother, "Okay, okay, Mom, that's all in the past
. Let's not talk about it anymore. It's not good to get angry so early in the morning. You eat first, I'll go pack my things and
report to the auto repair shop later."
My mother was a little surprised: "Pack what? You're not coming back to live here?"
I replied while packing my things: "Of course, that auto repair shop is in the southern suburbs of the city.
It takes about an hour and a half to drive there from here even without traffic. Besides, I can't drive to work every day.
Gas money is money."
My mother seemed a little hesitant: "Then, then Mom can drive to pick you up. It's strange not to come home."
I smiled and said: "Okay, Mom, I'm not a child anymore. It wouldn't look right if I kept picking you up."
Seeing my insistence, my mother didn't say anything more.
After I finished packing, I found my mother standing at the door with the car keys. I looked at my mother with a bit of helplessness
and said, "Mom, I can go by myself. You finally have a day off, so just relax at home."
Unexpectedly, my mother said forcefully, "Stop talking nonsense. Your mother wants to see the place. You just need to get in the car
."
Helpless, I had no choice but to take my luggage and get in the car with my mother. I have a little problem; I get sleepy on the road, and
since I had gotten up early today, I fell asleep in the passenger seat after only a few words with my mother
.
In a daze, I felt like the car had been stopped for a long time. I thought we had arrived, but when I looked down, I realized we were
stuck in traffic on the overpass. My mother and I were stuck there. My mother had her hands on the steering wheel, listlessly playing with
her phone.
I wanted to chat with her for a while, but I inadvertently glanced at a button on her chest. I didn't know if it had been
caught by the seatbelt or something else, but it wasn't fastened. This allowed me to peek at my mother 's
breasts from the side. Today, my mother was wearing a pink bra. I noticed that she seemed to really like embroidered bras
; this pink one had a butterfly embroidered on it. The bra hugged my mother's breasts tightly, and with
the seatbelt around her chest, her breasts looked full and firm.
I couldn't help but recall the feeling of my hands touching my mother's breasts last night, which made my crotch
throb. Fortunately, I was wearing work pants today, so the erection wasn't as obvious. Just then, the stopped traffic
finally started moving, and my mother put down her phone to concentrate on driving. I couldn't keep glancing at her anymore, and I
was no longer sleepy, so I started chatting with her. Fortunately, after getting off the overpass, we didn't encounter any more traffic jams, and soon
my mother and I arrived at the auto repair shop.
This auto repair shop was actually a large warehouse that had been converted. A faded
sign hung on the large iron gate of the warehouse, which read "Gaonan Auto Repair." This Gaonan was my father's comrade-in-arms, whose full name was Lu Gaonan
. My mother and I got out of the car, and I called Zhou Gaonan. We saw him a little while later. Lu Gaonan
was truly a misnomer. I am 1.68 meters tall, about 1.7 meters with shoes on, and my mother is 1.7 meters tall, and today
she was wearing a pair of thick-soled cloth shoes, making her about 1.72 meters tall. However, the man walking towards us
was a fat man who was probably just over 1.6 meters tall, with a receding hairline, small eyes, and a smile plastered on his face. He seemed
very enthusiastic, coming over to shake my hand and saying with a smile, "You must be Zheng Jia. We
just happen to need a maintenance consultant, so your arrival is perfect. If you need anything, just tell Uncle Lu, and do a good job."
I smiled back and exchanged a few polite words. After exchanging a few more pleasantries with me, Zhou Gaonan turned
to my mother. To my surprise, Lu Gaonan seemed very familiar with my mother, immediately saying,
"Xiao Hui, it's been years! You're still as beautiful as ever, you haven't aged a bit."
My mother laughed and replied, "Not at all, I'm forty-one now, I've become an old lady. But you, Lao Lu, have become
a big boss."
Lu Gaonan laughed heartily and led my mother and me to complete the necessary procedures. Along the way, my mother and Lu Gaonan chatted
happily, mostly about old times. But whenever I saw Lu Gaonan smile at my mother
, I felt a sense of unease, because I could sense that his smile wasn't just about old friends meeting again, but also
carried some other meaning.
The woman who helped me with the paperwork was in her thirties, about the same height as my mother, but slightly plumper
. She had short black hair tied up, wore silver-rimmed glasses, had an oval face, and was dressed in a business uniform.
There were only three offices in the factory: one for Lu Gaonan, one for her, and the third seemed to be empty. Lu Gaonan
introduced the woman to us: "This is our factory's service manager, Yang Jie. Xiao Jia, if you have
any questions, you can ask her. I don't usually come here, so she's the one in charge."
Yang Jie smiled at me and extended her hand, saying, "Mr. Lu, you're joking. What manager? I'm just
an employee. You can just call me Sister Yang."
I shook her hand and smiled, saying, "Hello, Sister Yang, my name is Zheng Jia. Please take care of me."
Yang Jie patted my shoulder and smiled, saying, "Don't be so nervous. Just work hard. And this
is…?"
My mother hadn't had a chance to … Before speaking, Lu Gaonan said, "This is my old friend, Zheng Jia
's mother, Liu Hui." The mother shook hands with Sister Yang and said, "This rascal studied mechanical
engineering in college, but he doesn't have much work experience. I hope you'll guide him in the future, and give him a good scolding or a stern talking-to."
Yang Jie smiled and replied, "Sister Liu, you're too kind. College students are smart; they'll learn quickly with a little guidance. Don't worry."
After chatting for a few minutes, the formalities were completed. Lu Gaonan received a phone call and left first.
After giving me the key to the employee dormitory, Yang Jie had to go into the workshop to attend to some other matters, so my son and I drove to the dormitory
.
The employee dormitory wasn't far from the factory; it was just a four-story building. I lived in room 302, a small room with a living room, a
bedroom, and a bathroom. It was a bit small, but for a dormitory, the conditions were quite good.
The dormitory had probably been empty for a while, as it was quite dusty. My mother took
the mop and rags she had prepared from the car, and we started cleaning. My mother wiped the windows, and I mopped the floor.
My mother seemed a little reluctant. While wiping the windows, she said to me, "Look at this dormitory, it's so small
and dark, and there's no kitchen. Jiajia, why don't you go home?"
Hearing my mother's words, I felt a little helpless and replied irritably, "Mom, we're already here, and the formalities
are all done..." Before I could finish speaking, my mother said, "Alright, alright, Mom won't say anymore. If you want to live alone, then
live alone, as long as you don't come knocking on my door in the middle of the night crying and saying you're afraid to sleep
alone like when you were little."
My mother was teasing me about how I was afraid to sleep alone when I was little. I didn't expect my mother to make fun of me like this
, and I could only laugh and cry, saying, "Mom, are you going to talk about your son's embarrassing secrets for the rest of your life?"
My mother laughed and said, "Yes, Mom is going to talk about it for the rest of my life. When you get married, I'll tell your wife, and
when you have children, I'll tell your children." Then she started laughing heartily.
My mother and I chatted while cleaning. We quickly cleaned the room and then started
moving our things from the car into the room. After all that work, my mother and I were both drenched in sweat. My mother asked me
to bring the drinks from the car, and we sat down on the sofa in the classroom to rest and chat, talking about the environment and our future plans
.
Suddenly, I thought of Lu Gaonan and asked my mother, "Mom, I saw Lu Gaonan today, and you seemed quite familiar with him.
Did you know him before?" My mother, while looking at her phone, replied, "Of course I know him. He and your dad are..."
"Comrade, I've known you since your dad and I met, but after we came to Yicheng, we basically lost contact
.
When I was younger, he even pursued me." Hearing this, I understood why
Lu Gaonan's smile seemed off before.
Seeing that I wasn't speaking, my mother asked me strangely, "What's wrong? Do you dislike him?" I wanted to
tell her my thoughts directly, but then felt it inappropriate, so I changed my words and said, "No, I just think he
looks a bit sleazy."
My mother laughed and said, "That's just how he is. He wasn't proper when he was younger, but he looks much better now
."
I wanted to chat with my mother a little longer, but her phone rang. She said there was something at the bureau, so she
drove home. After my mother left, I was organizing my things in the dormitory when I heard someone
knocking on the door. I thought it was my mother who had forgotten something, but when I opened the door, I was surprised to see Sister Yang.
She seemed to have just finished work, carrying a paper bag. "This is the factory's uniform. I was
too busy today and forgot to tell you to pick it up." Sister Yang handed me the paper bag. I took the bag and wanted to invite her inside
, but then I remembered that there were still many things to tidy up, and not even water. So I said, "Thank you
for your trouble, Sister Yang. My room is a mess, so it's not appropriate to invite you in
. I'm so sorry."
Sister Yang smiled and said, "It's alright. I live in this building too, across the hall."
I didn't expect such a coincidence and replied with a smile, "I didn't expect such a coincidence. Now I won't need to call if anything comes up
." "Oh right, I haven't given you my phone number yet. Here, I'll give you my number so we can contact each other easily." I
exchanged phone numbers with Sister Yang, and she went inside.
The work at the auto repair shop wasn't as demanding as I'd imagined. I'd thought I'd need to utilize my long-abandoned university
knowledge, but I soon discovered it wasn't nearly enough. Fortunately, my main job as a repair consultant
was explaining repair costs and solutions to customers—just a few repetitive options. It was only
busy when there were many customers, but I got used to it after a month or so. In my free time, I'd
chat with the other technicians in the repair shop. One of them, nicknamed Lao Liu, was in his thirties, but
because he was dark-skinned and short, he looked much older. Lao Liu was a seasoned veteran, not a bad person, but
he was lazy and a gossip, spreading plenty of rumors about the shop manager. Luckily, his skills were decent, so he wasn't fired.
That day, there were few customers, and Lao Liu and I were chatting at the front desk. Just then, a Cayenne pulled up at the front door, and Sister Yang and a
middle-aged man in a suit got out and went into the office. Lao Liu nudged me with his elbow and winked at me
, "That little bitch, I wonder who she's hooked up with this time."
I turned to look at Lao Liu, "Lao Liu, how can you talk about Manager Yang like that?" Lao Liu gave
me a strange look and said, "You don't know? This woman is Lu Gaonan's mistress, a total slut, who knows
how many deals she's made by selling her body."
I had a pretty good impression of Sister Yang, and I felt a little guilty hearing Lao Liu say that. I said, "Lao Liu,
even though Manager Yang often talks about you, you can't talk about her like that. If she hears you, you're in
big trouble."
Seeing that I didn't believe him, Lao Liu chuckled and said, "What? No..." "Believe it? Go ask the others in the factory yourself
. Everyone knows about Yang Jie's messy affairs. She won't sell? How did she get that taxi company order?
How did she get that Fusheng Auto Repair Shop order in the city? Why would she choose
us over so many better auto repair shops in the city?"
I didn't know if Lao Liu was telling the truth, so I could only reply, "Stop, stop. We're both just workers.
We can't and don't want to get involved in their business."
Lao Liu gave me a lewd smile and said, "Yes, yes, we can't control it. I see you've been in contact with her quite
a bit. Be careful not to fall into her trap and end up in her bed." I laughed and punched Lao Liu's arm, jokingly cursing a few
times. Because of work, I did contact Sister Yang quite frequently, but it was limited to work. But what I
didn't expect was that Lao Liu's joke would soon come true.
During the days I moved to the factory, my mother would come to see me every few days, bringing me some food and fruit she had cooked
. Although she always said, "Anyway, I don't have to go to work these days, I just wanted to come see you out of boredom, and I didn't
want you to be a bother to others," I knew my mother still loved me very much. But I don't know when it started,
my mother and Sister Yang started chatting together. One evening, my mother came to see me again. I was still dealing with some other
things and hadn't finished work yet, so I asked my mother to wait for me downstairs in my dormitory. When I got back to my dormitory, I found that my mother
wasn't downstairs. I called her, and to my surprise, she came out of Sister Yang's house across the hall. The two of them were chatting
and laughing, and seemed to know each other very well.
Later, I asked my mother and found out that she had come to see me once before, but I was
busy with other things and hadn't finished work yet. Her phone was also dead, so she couldn't call me. So she waited
for me downstairs and ran into Sister Yang, who was getting off work. Sister Yang saw that she was alone and invited her to her house. As a result, the two of them
became friends.
These past two days, I've had my days off and nothing to do at the factory. I thought about it carefully and realized that I hadn't been home for a long time, so
I set off to go home. When I got home, I heard very classical music coming from inside the house before I even opened the door. I
wondered when my mother had changed her tastes; she used to listen to pop music like Fei Yu-ching and Chyi Chin, why
was she listening to such classical music now? I quietly opened the door. The music was quite loud,
coming from the living room. Suddenly, I had a whim to scare my mother, so I tiptoed to the living room after changing my shoes. On the television in the living room, several
women wearing sports bras were slowly making various movements to the rhythm of the music.
My mother was also following the women on TV, doing the same movements. For a forty-year-old
woman, my mother's figure was truly remarkable. She was slender, with fair skin. Although my mother's work at the police station
was mostly clerical, she often participated in the police force's daily training. Therefore, her thighs appeared quite muscular.
Fortunately, my mother's calves are slender, so her legs don't appear particularly thick. However, due to prolonged
sitting and her age, her buttocks are rather flat and soft, though my mother is over forty after all. My mother also
has a significant weakness: her balance is very poor.
In the past, the bureau would hold an end-of-year party with performances organized by the staff. My mother
participated in a dance performance, but after a few days, I noticed she wasn't going to rehearsals. I wondered
why she wasn't going, but later, when I overheard another colleague teasing her about it, I realized
it was because of her poor balance; she couldn't execute the movements correctly, and eventually, she couldn't stand watching herself anymore and stopped going.
Now, it seems my mother's balance is truly terrible. Although she imitates
the movements on TV, her imitations are very poor, and her movements are very stiff. I think about sneaking up behind her and giving
her a fright. However, I hadn't taken more than a few steps when I heard my mother say without turning her head, "Oh, so you know how
to come home? I thought you only saw your mother as an old woman who brought you food."
Seeing that Plan A had failed, I immediately switched to Plan B, and said to my mother with a grin, "How could that be? What
child doesn't miss their mother? I'm back now, aren't I? Besides, what old woman is this beautiful?"
My mother turned around and smiled at me, "Alright, alright, stop being so glib. There are a few movements I can't do
right, come and help me." Only then did I realize that my mother was practicing yoga with the woman on TV.
My mother was wearing a white sports bra on her upper body, but on her lower body she was wearing my Rockets basketball shorts. As I
walked over, I asked my mother, "Mom, you bought a sports bra, why didn't you buy pants too?"
My mother glanced at me and said, "I bought them, but I think the shorts are too tight and not very breathable." I
looked down at my mother's collarbone; her breasts, encased in the white sports bra, appeared high and full. Her long,
white legs peeked out from under the shorts, and I could smell her fragrance.
I couldn't help but swallow. My mother pointed to a pose on TV, like a rooster standing on one leg, and said to me,
"This pose requires one leg to support you, and the other leg to be horizontal with your body, with your hands clasped together pointing forward.
But I don't know why, I always end up falling forward while trying to support myself. Can you come and help me?"
I was a little lost, unsure where to hold on. I asked my mother, "How do I help you? Where should I hold on?"
My mother pointed to her stomach and thighs and said, "In a moment, when I get into position, you can put one hand on my
stomach and the other on my thigh." After saying that, my mother started to pose, and soon after she got into
position, she started swaying. I quickly placed my hands on my mother's stomach and thighs. Her
stomach had a small ring of fat that felt nice to the touch, and her thighs were smooth and firm.
Sure enough, my mother started to tilt again. Sensing something was wrong, I pressed my hands even tighter. My mother finally
steadied herself and began the next movement. She started tilting her upper body downwards, and the leg that was horizontal began
to lift upwards. This movement really aroused me. My mother's shorts started to slide up to her thighs; the shorts
were already big, and there was a large gap even in them. As I watched the shorts slide down to her thighs, my mother's white
thighs were exposed before me. What surprised me even more was that, perhaps my mother hadn't expected me
to come back today, she wasn't wearing any underwear under her shorts.
On her full, swollen mons pubis, there was a layer of somewhat messy black pubic hair. Some people have very fair skin
on the rest of their bodies, but their thighs are often darker. But my mother was different; her entire pubic area, except for that layer of black
pubic hair, was uniformly white. My mother continued to raise her leg, her labia majora brazenly exposed
before me. No longer the pink of a young girl, nor the repulsive black, but an alluring wine
red. I remembered that my mother's nipples were a similar color; I wondered if there was any connection.
My mother continued her movements, and I inadvertently moved closer and closer to her. I half-squatted, supporting my mother,
my chest almost pressed against her pelvis. The view through her shorts made my mouth dry; this was the first time in twenty years that I
had seen my mother's genitals so clearly. My mother began to sweat; a fine layer of water droplets covered her slender neck
. I could feel a slight lubrication on my hand resting on her stomach.
The fragrance emanating from my mother was even more intoxicating. My penis was throbbing painfully. Unlike before,
I was wearing sweatpants today. A small tent had secretly formed in my crotch. Luckily, I was half-squatting on one knee
, so my mother shouldn't see my embarrassing state. Before I could even take a closer look at what was underneath my sweatpants, my mother
had already started her next move.
But unexpectedly, my mother suddenly rolled over and landed heavily on top of me. Although my mother
wasn't fat, her weight of over 100 pounds suddenly pressing down on me made it hard for me to breathe. Fortunately, there was a yoga
mat, so I wasn't seriously hurt. My mother got off me, looking at me with a panicked expression: "Jiajia, are you okay? Did Mom
hurt you?" Seeing my mother's expression, I suddenly found her somewhat cute. Because she
rarely showed such an expression. So I pretended to be in a lot of pain and deliberately didn't say anything.
Seeing this, my mother became even more panicked and quickly asked me, "What's wrong, Jiajia? Say something, don't scare Mom."
I knew when to stop and smiled at my mother. My mother noticed I was teasing her and, annoyed,
twisted my ear hard. I cried out in pain, "Mom, it hurts! Be gentle! I was wrong!"
She stopped. I then realized that our position was very inappropriate. My mother was only wearing a
sports bra and shorts, straddling me. My penis was still erect,
pressing against her buttocks. My sports shorts weren't thick, and even through the thin fabric,
I could clearly feel the softness of her buttocks. My mother seemed to realize the position was inappropriate,
muttered a few words, and quickly got off me. Although neither of us said anything, I could feel that
something between us was starting to change…
(To be continued)
PS: ① Regarding updates: First of all, this is a novella, so I can guarantee 100% that it won't be too…

I apologize to all readers for 　　the delay in this update due to work and other personal matters . The next chapter will be the final part of the novel, a major update
of approximately 30,000 words.
Regarding the age, I have read your comments, and I can only say that I personally dislike the
way characters are introduced by presenting data. I will gradually explain the characters' ages, backgrounds, and locations in the book, so
please be patient.
I welcome your feedback, but if you like stories about cuckolds, you can close this post
. I will basically not write about cuckolds because I personally find this type of story unacceptable, and even
somewhat repulsive…
This is my first time posting here, and I didn't know I couldn't reply to the original post. Also, I was busy with work and forgot to format it.
I only saw the moderator's message tonight. I apologize for the trouble, moderator; I will definitely pay more attention in the future.
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