Saving the beautiful mother

Saving My Beautiful Mother **********
... I usually do strength training on weekends, and the combination of deep squats and deadlifts leaves me exhausted, so I thought I'd take a shower. But today, for some reason, the water supply to the gym's showers was broken and they were repairing it. The repairman told me to wait about 20 minutes. I initially planned to kill time by surfing the internet in the lobby, but then I remembered my home was nearby, so I decided to just go home. This decision changed many things for me; perhaps if I hadn't gone home and had waited at the gym that day, none of what happened later would have occurred. When I got home, the lobby was empty, and there was no sound from upstairs, so I guessed my mother was out. I filled the bathtub with water, ready to soak for a while. I took off my clothes, comfortably lay down in the tub, casually pulled the shower curtain closed, and rested my head against the edge of the tub with my eyes shut. The intense fatigue I had felt was washed away by the hot water. Suddenly, my phone rang, startling me. "What happened? I don't remember bringing my phone in." I sat up and looked down. It was Mom's phone. She must have forgotten to take it out of the bath sometime during her bath, and the phone was hidden under the shower gel. No wonder I hadn't noticed it earlier. As I dried my hands and picked up the phone to answer, the call dropped, showing a missed call. "Oh well, I'll just tell Mom later." I picked up Mom's phone and started playing with it while still in the bath. I opened the photo library and looked through the pictures; they were mostly of Mom. My mother's name is Sun Qian. She used to be a singer in the military's art troupe. After getting married, she left the troupe to stay home and raise her children. Although she is 38 years old this year, she takes good care of herself and does aerobic exercise whenever she has free time. Her figure and skin are still like those of a woman in her early twenties. Time has only made my mother look more charming and mature. When I think of my mother, I think of her long, beautiful legs and her huge breasts. Members of the military art troupe have always been expected to be dignified and proper. Although my mother's features are indeed dignified and beautiful, her huge breasts are a bit of a departure from the military's tradition. Of course, I am too embarrassed to ask my mother about this. I was flipping through my mother's photos when I suddenly froze. A picture that made my blood boil was on my face: a woman lying on a bed, legs spread wide in an M-shape, her calves slightly raised, revealing her delicate genitals, smooth as a mirror, without any dark pubic hair to cover them. Her vulva was being stretched open by a thick, hard penis, the glans already inside that flowing, moist opening. What shocked me even more was that the woman was my mother. The photo was taken from above, making her appear even more alluring and shy. Even though it was my own mother, my penis was already out of control, rising on its own. I continued scrolling down, a dozen or so pictures, all obscene photos of my mother. "Could these be pictures of Mom and Dad having sex?" I wondered. "No, the sheets are white, we don't have any at home. That's usually only seen on hotel beds. Could Mom really be cheating on me?" I checked the date on the photos—two weeks ago. I was so shocked I almost dropped my phone. My father was a construction contractor, what people call a foreman, usually working in other cities. He usually comes home about 10 times a year, and he hasn't been back for the past two weeks. I was completely stunned. "Mom really cheated on me." The photo is in the Camera folder; it must have been taken on the spot, not copied from a computer or somewhere else. I really can't believe my mom would cheat on me. Although Mom is exceptionally beautiful, our family is all well and good, and her relationship with Dad isn't bad either. Everything is ordinary but normal. Why would Mom cheat on me? I looked through Mom's text messages and found a lot of lewd and obscene language, mostly about going to the 7th floor of the Pearl Hotel in the city for orgies. The missed call I just received was from the number that sent those messages. At that moment, I didn't know whether to feel anger or sorrow. My mom, who had always held a high place in my heart, was doing such lewd things. I felt like I lost consciousness. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom. "Squeak." The bathroom door was pushed open. I had closed the door behind me, thinking no one was home, but I hadn't locked it; it was just ajar. Could it be Mom coming home?
I gently parted the shower curtain and saw only a glimpse of snow-white legs. Wearing a light purple spaghetti-strap nightgown, her bare feet walked directly past the bathtub—it was Mom. Then I heard the toilet lid lift; Mom must have gone to bed after showering and was just using the toilet now. It was so quiet when she came back that I thought no one was there. Turns out she was asleep. At this point, I couldn't stop her, but inexplicably, I continued to gently lift the shower curtain, my eyes fixed on Mom. I watched as she slowly pulled up the hem of her nightgown, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear. Was Mom really a slut? Her beautiful, alluring body revealed her smooth lower body, her shapely legs slightly bent, and her vulva a snow-white expanse. Mom was indeed a slut; the woman in the photo really was Mom. I could only catch a glimpse of her plump, delicate, and breathtakingly beautiful vulva for a second before Mom sat down on the toilet. Her nightgown just barely covered her alluring curves. Then came the sound of water hitting the toilet bowl, making me blush furiously. Although I knew Mom was having an affair, we were still mother and son, and yet I was spying on my own mother urinating, staring intently at her shameful, mysterious place. I was truly a beast. With the sound of urination, Mom smiled, a smile playing on her lips. It seemed she had been holding it in for a long time and was finally able to release it, feeling quite comfortable. As the sound of water subsided, Mom pulled out a tissue and gently reached under her nightgown to wipe herself. At that moment, I wished I were that tissue, able to caress Mom's beautiful vulva. I was immediately shocked by this wicked thought. Why had I suddenly become like this? Although I had fantasized about Mom before—the first time I ejaculated, I dreamt of spraying onto Mom's plump, upturned buttocks—I had suppressed those thoughts ever since, never daring to think of Mom when masturbating. Why was I having this obscene feeling towards Mom now? Was it because of those photos? Did I subconsciously think Mom was an obscene woman? Just as I was lost in thought, Mom walked towards me and suddenly pulled open the shower curtain. We both froze, and I stared at Mom in astonishment. Mom seemed still in shock, staring intently at me. She saw her son lying naked in the bathtub, and even more shockingly, a thick, erect penis with a purplish-red, glistening glans was visible between his legs. Mom seemed momentarily stunned, her beautiful eyes widening as she stared at my large penis. She murmured, "Xiaohua, taking a bath?" Not knowing how to answer her, I blurted out, "Yes." Just then, I heard Mom coughing incessantly. "Mom, what's wrong?" I rolled over and patted her back repeatedly. Finally, she calmed down, coughing for a while until her face flushed, making her even more beautiful. My previously limp penis became erect again, pointing at her. "Sigh, didn't you know you were cold? Quickly dry yourself off." Mom snapped out of it, glanced at my newly erect penis, said shyly, and fled the bathroom without looking back. Now, I was thoroughly embarrassed. I awkwardly lay back down in the bathtub, but my mind cleared. I had to find out what was going on. I wrote down the phone number on my mother's phone, then dried myself, got dressed, and took the phone back to her. My mother was watching TV in the living room, still wearing her nightgown, curled up on the sofa, revealing her fair legs and delicate white feet resting on the edge of the sofa, her dainty toes constantly wiggling. I had an urge to kneel down and gently stroke her beautiful feet, then lick each of her delicate toes. When my mother saw me, she probably remembered the scene in the bathroom, her face flushed, and she took the phone from me. "Mom, someone called looking for you." My mother looked up at me, her beautiful face. "Who was it?" "Hehe." I winked. "Someone invited you to the Pearl Hotel, maybe to dinner. It's the most luxurious hotel in the city." I deliberately tested my mother, and sure enough, her expression changed drastically. "What? What did he say?" Something was definitely wrong. "Nothing, just kidding. He hung up before I even heard him. I don't even know who it was." Hearing this, my mother breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be relaxed. "I thought it was really a free meal." After saying that, I checked my phone. My mother's expression changed again, and she got up and went to her bedroom. I guessed she was going to return a call, so I quietly went to her bedroom, pressed my ear against the door, and eavesdropped on her call. After a moment of silence, I heard my mother's voice. "It's me, Secretary Li. What brings you here?" I had never heard my mother's voice so sweet and coquettish, not even with my father. "Another party? But I have some things to do tonight." My mother half-heartedly declined, making excuses for a few moments before finally agreeing. She was probably at the Pearl Hotel with her lover again tonight. I decided to follow her to find out. Sure enough, around 7 pm, my mother said a friend was visiting her and she wouldn't be home that night, telling me to stay home and go to sleep early. I watched her drive out of the garage from the upstairs balcony, then followed her out and took a taxi to the Pearl Hotel. The Pearl Hotel is the largest hotel in the city, and arguably the largest in the province as well. Qinshi is the capital and economic center of Qin Province, so the Pearl Hotel is not only a place for the wealthy to relax but also a venue for entertaining provincial leaders, making it arguably the most extravagant and luxurious place in the province. Sure enough, I found my mother's car parked in the parking garage. It seemed I'd guessed right. The location was probably on the 7th floor. I took the elevator to the 7th floor. To the right of the elevator entrance was a dark red door, tightly closed, with two waiters standing in front. I straightened up, pretending to be calm, and stepped towards the door. But just as I was about to push it open, a waiter stopped me. "Sir, please show your membership card." What? A membership card?
I paused, pretending to look in my pocket. "Sorry, I forgot to bring it. Can't I go in even though I'm a regular here?" I was being deliberately nonchalant; I couldn't let anyone see through my act. I'd even specially worn my dad's clothes. "Excuse me, sir, hotel policy states that without a membership card, no one can enter. Would you please have someone go back and get it?" Hearing this, I put on a stern face. "What? I need to verify my identity? I don't recognize anyone!" The two waiters bowed and scraped, but remained unmoved. "How about I get the manager for you? The manager recognizes all the members, and only he can make the decision." The manager? That won't do; I'll be exposed as soon as he arrives. "Fine, fine, you've got some nerve. No need to call the manager, hmph!" Even though I lack ability, I still have to put on a show of authority. I pretended to be angry and turned away. It seems I won't be able to get in tonight. Disappointed, I left the hotel and suddenly remembered that phone number. So I picked up my phone to call and see who it was. "No, Mom knows my number." Worried about my mother being nearby, I went to a public phone booth and dialed the number. A rather authoritative voice came through the phone. "Hello, this is Li Jing." Li Jing, Secretary Li—only Li Jing, the Standing Committee Member of the Provincial Party Committee and Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, could bear such titles and have access to the 7th floor of the Pearl Hotel! Good heavens, could it be the same person? My mother's lover is a provincial leader? I was stunned. "Hello?" A questioning voice came from the receiver. It seemed Li Jing was wondering who was calling him; it was probably a private call, and few people knew about it. Suddenly, I felt mischievous and wanted to scare Li Jing, so I lowered my voice. "Li Jing, this is Chen Qinglong." Chen Qinglong is the Provincial Party Secretary of Qin Province. Li Jing on the other end of the line panicked. "Ah, Secretary Chen, you…ah, who are you?" Had I been exposed? My attempt to scare him backfired. The provincial leader's anger was overwhelming, and I immediately hung up. I finally knew who my mother's lover was. But it didn't make sense. My mother was just an ordinary woman; even if she was beautiful, there was no reason for her to be involved with a high-ranking provincial official. What was going on? I wandered along the road, lost in thought. "Excuse me, how do I get to Guangyuan Road?" A Toyota Prado with military license plates pulled up beside me. I turned to look and saw a beautiful woman who looked to be around 20 years old. She was probably either a super-rich second-generation heiress or the daughter of a high-ranking official. I was still captivated by her beauty: large, soft eyes, a delicate nose, pink lips, flawless white cheeks, and long hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked lively and spirited, yet undeniably charming. "Ah…you're going the wrong way. Guangyuan Road is quite far from here. You need to…"
I talked for a long time, and I doubt she understood what I was saying. Finally, she waved impatiently. "Okay, get in the car. You give me directions first, and I'll take you wherever you want to go." This beautiful woman was quite easygoing and unpretentious. "Perfect, I'm going to Guangyuan Road too." The woman frowned slightly, then her face lit up with joy. "Why didn't you say so earlier? This makes things much easier." "This is it." I finally brought her to her destination. "Where do you want to go? I'll take you there directly." I couldn't refuse, so I simply let her take me home. "Hey, thanks." I was about to close the door when I noticed that although the woman seemed to have a bad temper, she was actually quite nice. "You're welcome." I smiled, waved, and closed the iron gate. At the time, I had no idea that this woman would later have a significant connection with me, and would have a considerable influence on how I dealt with my mother's infidelity. The next morning, I got up early and ran to my mother's bedroom. She was already back, wearing a pink silk nightgown. One side of the dress was pulled down, revealing her lower buttocks. She wasn't wearing underwear, and I could vaguely see her labia. She was only covered by a thin blanket around her stomach, curled up, sleeping soundly with her back to me. I quietly moved closer, putting my head between her legs and gently inhaling the scent emanating from her buttocks. It seemed she had taken a shower; she smelled not only of her natural body fragrance but also of shower gel. I couldn't resist, and I stuck out my tongue, gently probing between her buttocks. Suddenly, Mom twitched her leg. Perhaps it tickled her, which startled me. I quickly stood up, relieved to see she was still fast asleep. My gaze followed her beautiful legs to her feet. I placed my hands on her delicate, jade-like feet, gently stroking them. Then I bent down and softly licked her toes, moving upwards along her smooth instep to her fair, alluring calves, finally returning to her adorable toes. I took her glistening, jade-like toes into my mouth, sucking on them. When I finally left her body, her feet were covered in my wet saliva. Reluctantly, I looked away, left Mom's bedroom, and went to school. Sitting in my seat, I was bored. Everyone else was doing their morning reading, but I couldn't muster any enthusiasm. I nudged Wang Pangzi next to me. Wang Pangzi's mother was the deputy secretary of the city government. Wang Pangzi wasn't a good student and basically copied my answers on exams. We usually helped each other out, and we were pretty close. "Hua-ge, what's up?" Pangzi looked at me strangely. "Pangzi, do you know what's on the 7th floor of the Mingzhu Hotel?" "The 7th floor of the Mingzhu Hotel?" Pangzi was a little surprised by my artsy way of thinking. He thought for a moment, "Oh, I think I heard my mom talking to my dad about it. Apparently, it's a place where big shots go. Apparently, they hold parties for everyone to get together. Usually, those parties aren't very good. Why are you asking about this?" My eyes lit up. "Pangzi, can you go in?" "I think my mom has a membership card, but she doesn't use it. She left it at home, and I picked it up." Pangzi chuckled. "I'll go to your house after class and give you that membership card." I told Pangzi directly. "What do you need it for? Fine, I don't need it anyway." After class, I went to Fatty's house to get the card. The membership card was exceptionally beautifully made, with "Silver Member" written on it. There must be a Gold Membership or something. Since we had some time to spare, we played some arcade games at Fatty's place before heading out for dinner. Just as we were about to leave, Fatty suddenly said he had a stomachache and asked me to wait while he went to the bathroom. Helpless, I sat in the living room waiting for him, watching TV. Suddenly, the door clicked open, and a woman walked in. "Hmm? Who are you?" the woman asked curiously when she saw me in the living room. She had short, slightly curled hair, a full face, a broad forehead, and delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes. She looked very dignified, exuding wealth and authority. It seemed she must be Fatty's mother, Chen Xiaolin. I never expected Fatty's mother to be so beautiful. Although her long experience in officialdom had made her dress somewhat old-fashioned, she was naturally beautiful and dignified, and this made her appear even more elegant. "Oh, Auntie, I'm Chengjia's classmate. I was just about to go out to dinner with Chengjia." I quickly replied, "Oh." Chen Xiaolin, having spent a long time in officialdom, and in a high position at that, had developed this habit of being sparing with words. Chen Xiaolin walked to another sofa and sat down, taking off her flat leather shoes to reveal a pair of slender, jade-like feet. I was surprised that although Chen Xiaolin was over 40, she was well-maintained. Her beautiful feet looked particularly tender and white, making me have an urge to pinch them. "Ahem!" Chen Xiaolin coughed. I quickly looked away and lowered my head, cautiously glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. I saw her smirk, looking at me with a strange yet amused expression. Then she chuckled, raised her foot, and placed it on the coffee table. Her beautiful toes were right in front of me, and from my angle, I could see her pink soles. I was shocked. Was Fatty's mother in a rage? Why was she acting like this? Did she want me as a gigolo because I'm handsome? I'm Fatty's classmate! "Mom, you're back." At this awkward moment, Fatty finally came out. "Yeah." Chen Xiaolin finally pulled her legs back and put on the slippers next to the sofa. I quickly pulled Fatty out, not daring to look his mother in the eye. This was incredibly embarrassing. I arrived at Cuiyu Tower with Fatty. Cuiyu Tower is a relatively upscale place in the city. I usually only come here when I'm eating out with Fatty. I rarely dare to spend money here otherwise, maybe three or four times a month to experience a decadent lifestyle. We had just found a seat when Fatty said, "Fatty, your mom usually doesn't come home, why is she back today?" Remembering what had just happened, I felt a lingering fear. "I don't know, why is she back today?" Fatty was terrified of his mother and was also quite annoyed. "Hey, how old is your mom? She looks quite young." "42." "42 and already a full-fledged department head? She's got a bright future." Chen Xiaolin was only 42 and already a full-fledged department head; Fatty's future was truly limitless. Suddenly, I heard a commotion nearby. "I want this seat. If you know what's good for you, move aside. I might not bother with you." "I'd like to see how you're going to bother with me." Both voices were incredibly arrogant. I turned around to watch the show, but unexpectedly, I ran into someone I knew right there. To be continued
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