[Urban] The Adulterous Mother Who Used the Toilet - 10-12

(Chapter 31)

The next morning, my mother and I got up, washed, and after a quick preparation, went downstairs and left our residence. After getting into her car downstairs, we set off for Huofengshan Theme Park.

Sitting in the passenger seat, I looked out the window. The weather was only so-so; the sun was obscured by large patches of clouds. It lacked the vibrant, bright sunshine of summer. However, this had its advantages; I didn't have to worry about getting sunburned. My mother, who was driving, explained that Huofengshan Theme Park was located southeast of Ningzhou City. The straight-line distance from her residence to there was over fifty kilometers. Even driving there would take a long time, let alone taking public transportation.

At this point, my mother, wearing a pink collared short-sleeved t-shirt, white jeans, and matching women's running shoes, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders and no makeup, abruptly changed the subject, asking me awkwardly, "Xiaojun, um, has Uncle Xia come to see you?" Hearing this question, my eyes darted around, and I immediately replied, "No." Then I asked her in return, "What, is there something you want me to tell him?" "Ah, no, no. And don't tell him his mother is here," she hurriedly denied and advised after hearing my words.

"Oh, I know," I replied, while secretly thinking, "I won't tell him! I've exchanged everything he gave you for RMB. If you two meet, I'm in big trouble!" Thinking this, I glanced at her furtively. Her face was flushed and pale, seemingly ashamed of having asked me about Xia earlier. So I mischievously thought, "Don't be shy, your son has already seen you inside and out, top to bottom." The car continued on its way, and after about twenty minutes, we passed a gas station.

She drove in, then got out and asked the gas station attendant to fill up the car. I took the opportunity to go to the public restroom, and afterwards bought some snacks and bottled water at a small shop near the gas station. Not long after, we continued our journey.

Around noon, we finally arrived at our destination. We finally found a parking space at the park entrance, paid the parking fee, and got out of the car. At the entrance, my mother bought two tickets at the ticket window and then pulled me into the park. Because it was Saturday, there were many people there. As we walked in, I observed the park. The buildings were designed in a fairytale style, and the artificial lake stretched as far as the eye could see with crystal-clear water. Continuing on, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there were many recreational facilities, which made me even happier. So I couldn't wait to try them out, and my mom joined me.

We started with the most thrilling roller coaster. Feeling ourselves hurtling back and forth on the high tracks, spinning rapidly, the intense psychological and visual impact was so stimulating that my mom and I screamed from time to time. When we got back to the ground, I felt dizzy, and so did my mom. So we found a bench nearby and sat down, eating snacks and drinking water to rest. Once we felt a bit better, we went back to the rides. But this time, my mom didn't go with me; she continued to rest in the bench. I didn't mind, though, and continued playing with great enthusiasm. Freefall, Big Boat Surfing, Sky Bike, Twisting Heel, Crazy Bus—I tried them all.

More than an hour later, covered in sweat, I returned to my mom's side. Seeing my state, she took out a tissue from her purse and, while wiping the sweat from my forehead, said with concern, "Are you tired? Come on, sit down.

We'll go back after a rest." "It's okay, I'm not tired," I said, shaking my head. After saying that, I sat down and took the bottle of mineral water she handed me, gulping it down. "Drink slowly, be careful not to choke!" she reminded me, seeing my eagerness. By then, I had drunk half the bottle, and as I put it down, I asked her, "Where are we going later?" "Home," she replied. Then, as if remembering something, she continued, "Oh, a client called earlier.

He said he didn't understand some terms of the insurance contract and asked me to come and explain them. So, Mom will take you home first, then we'll go to the city." "Oh," I replied, thinking to myself, "I wonder who I'm going to be having sex with this time." After sitting for a while, we left the park and returned the way we came. After she drove me to my place, she drove out of the community. Since taxis don't frequent this area, and I was feeling quite tired,

I didn't follow her this time. Instead, I went upstairs and back to my room. Using the key she gave me, I opened the metal door and looked around carefully. Last night, because I was in a rush to spy on my mother having sex, I hadn't had a chance to properly examine the apartment. The apartment was only about 50 square meters, with two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a balcony. The furniture was quite old, and there were no telephones, air conditioners, refrigerators, washing machines, or other appliances. Her bedroom only had a 21-inch TV and a fan. There were some small cracks in the walls. She had even bought a sofa bed and a fan specifically for my visit. I had slept on that bed last night.

After wandering around the room, I changed into slippers and took off my sweat-soaked clothes. Then I went to the bathroom to shower. In less than five minutes, I finished showering. I didn't even use a towel; I walked out of the bathroom completely naked and soaking wet. After arriving at my mother's room, I turned on the TV and the fan, watching TV while enjoying the breeze.

When I was almost dry, the time on the TV reminded me it was already 4:30 PM. Feeling a little hungry, I went to the other room with the sofa bed—the room where I slept last night. I took a bag of biscuits from my bag and went back to my mother's bedroom. I ate the biscuits while continuing to watch TV.

After finishing the biscuits, I went back to my room, put on my change of clothes, went to the bathroom, grabbed a comb, and returned to my mother's bedroom. I stood in front of the mirror in the wardrobe, combing my hair while looking at myself. Just as I was finishing, I noticed that one of the wardrobe doors next to the mirror wasn't fully closed; it was slightly ajar. So I opened the wardrobe door.

Looking inside, I saw that besides some of my mother's clothes hanging there, there were three drawers at the very back. Moreover, all the drawers were locked; they couldn't be opened without a key. I rummaged through the wardrobe but couldn't find the key. My curiosity was piqued, and before my mother returned, I frantically searched the room for the key. Finally, I found three small keys in the kitchen cupboard.

With the keys in hand, I went back to her bedroom and tried each one. All three drawers opened easily, the top one empty. I closed and locked it again, then looked at the second drawer.

Besides her bankbook and the diamond pendant she used to wear, there were nothing else.

When I looked at the bottom drawer, my interest was piqued. I saw two very sexy sets of lingerie. Besides one I'd seen before—a purple, front-opening lace demi-cup bra and matching lace panties she wore when she met Xia—there was another, even more alluring set. I held it in my hand and examined it closely. This is a set of sexy lingerie. The almost transparent black bra has a small cutout at each areola, and the garter belt is trimmed with black lace. Below the garter belt is a tiny thong.

The part covering the vulva is made of transparent silk, and it's slit along the vulva, allowing it to be pulled apart. The thong's waistband is tied with thin black straps. Except for a small, almost transparent patch at the front, the lower body is practically exposed. Looking at this set of sexy lingerie, and then at the ordinary bras and lingerie displayed elsewhere in the closet, I couldn't help but imagine my mother wearing this sexy and alluring lingerie, being pinned down, moaning and panting, her breasts swaying and her hips shaking in a frenzy.

After a moment of distraction, I came to my senses. Reluctantly, I put the lingerie back exactly as it was and locked the drawer. Afterward, I put the key back in the cupboard. Then I continued watching TV. Unfortunately, the programs were incredibly boring, so I turned it off after a few minutes, went to another room to get my laptop, and started playing Need for Speed.

Around 6:15, I finally heard my mother's call and the sound of her banging on the metal door in the hallway outside. So I stopped playing, went out of the room, and opened the metal door. As soon as I opened it, I saw my mother, her face flushed with sweat, her breath sweet, carrying a handbag and a large bag of things. She turned to another person on the stairs and politely said, "Thank you so much. Come in and sit for a while." As she spoke, she stepped into the room. Just as I stepped aside to let her pass, the other person outside also appeared at the door carrying a large bag. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Qi Bin, the one who had been beaten black and blue, with a sore leg and broken arm. To avoid being recognized, I quickly lowered my head.

Seeing someone there, I hesitated for a moment, my leg, which had been about to step inside, stopping at the door. After my mother put down her handbag and belongings, she saw that he was still outside and pointed at me, saying, "This is my son. Hey, don't stand outside, come in and rest for a bit." Then she reminded me, "You're not talking to a guest. Quickly greet him as 'Uncle.'" "Hello, Uncle," I reluctantly said, rubbing my face.

"Oh, hello, hello," he replied, then turned around, handing the things he was carrying in his left hand to my mother, adding, "Never mind, I won't come in." "It's alright, sit down for a while and rest," my mother continued, inviting him on. "No need, no need. It's just a few steps, it's not tiring. Uh, then I'll go down." He turned around and started moving down the stairs. His injury didn't seem to have fully healed. "You're too kind, thanks!" Seeing that he insisted and had already started walking down, my mother went along with the polite greeting, then gestured for me to close the door, and went into the kitchen with the things.

Just as I was about to close the door, Qi Bin, who was still around the corner after I had just reached the sixth floor, looked up again. Our eyes met instantly. Instantly, his eyes lit up, as if he had remembered something. Knowing I was in trouble, I quickly closed the door, then leaned against it, secretly annoyed, "Damn it! Looks like that guy recognized me after all! I need to find a way to shut him up—" "Xiao Jun, put all these things in your room." Just as I was thinking of a solution, my mother's voice came from the kitchen. So I scratched my head and headed to the kitchen. As soon as I reached the kitchen door, I saw the floor covered with various newly bought foods and some bowls and chopsticks.

Seeing me approach, she continued tidying up while saying, "Look, that bag by the door. It's all your favorites." After she finished speaking, I picked up the bag by the door, looked at the snacks inside, and then casually asked, "Who's that?" "It's our downstairs neighbor! We bumped into each other downstairs just now. He saw I was having some trouble carrying things and helped me carry them up," she replied casually. "Oh," I responded, then took the bag into my room.

After I took the snacks out of the bag and put them away, she had finished tidying up and taken a change of clothes into the bathroom. A short while later, I could hear the sound of the shower running. Seeing this, I continued sitting in front of the computer, half-heartedly playing games while racking my brains for a way to shut Qi Bin up.

Time ticked by, and by the time my mom finished showering, washing her and my dirty clothes, and cooking dinner, it was almost eight o'clock. Already starving, I sat down at the table and started eating without waiting for her to call me. Seeing me wolfing down my food, she kindly reminded me to eat slowly and opened a can of Sprite for me. After doing this, she ate with me.

Half an hour later, after finishing dinner, I went back to my room to continue playing computer games. My mom started clearing the dishes.

Soon after, she finished washing the dishes, wearing a pure white short-sleeved t-shirt with a black star pattern, light gray knee-length shorts, and slippers, and came into my room with half a watermelon. She placed the watermelon next to the computer and said gently, "Here, have some watermelon!" "Mmm," I replied, my eyes fixed on the computer screen, while my fingers continued typing on the keyboard. Seeing how engrossed I was, she didn't say anything, just patted my head and left the room to watch TV in my bedroom. For a moment, the room became quiet.

Around midnight, I finished my computer game. After turning off the lights and turning on the fan, I lay down on the sofa bed covered with a straw mat.

Next door, my mother had already turned off the TV and lights and was fast asleep. With my hands behind my head, I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. Today, I had unexpectedly discovered the sexy lingerie in the closet, and I had met Qi Bin. Also, I thought about where my mother was that afternoon, who she met, and what she was doing. These three things kept flashing through my mind. Especially the meeting with Qi Bin; that was the thing I needed to deal with most right now. "What a load of nonsense! Live for today, worry about tomorrow!" After thinking for a long time, my mind a jumbled mess, I muttered to myself. Then I covered myself with a blanket, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.

(Chapter 32)

"Here, try this crab roe." As my mother spoke, she placed a small dish of crab roe, which she had picked out of the crab shell, in front of me. I picked up my chopsticks and slowly savored the delicious crab roe.

It was 7:30 p.m. the next day. My mother and I were having dinner at a seafood night market on Binhai Road in Wuhai District, Ningzhou City. After getting up in the morning, neither of us went out; we stayed at home. She watched TV and sent text messages in her bedroom, while I played computer games. Around noon, she came out of her bedroom and went into the kitchen to cook lunch. After lunch, we went back to our rooms and continued doing the same things as in the morning. It wasn't until evening that we went out at her suggestion and came here—"How is it?

It tastes good, right?" Just as I swallowed the crab roe in my mouth, my mother asked gently. I looked up at her. She wore light makeup, her long hair flowing over her shoulders. Today, she wore a chrysanthemum-yellow short-sleeved shirt and a knee-length black-blue tulle skirt. Her fair, smooth legs, exposed beneath the skirt, were bare of stockings, and her delicate feet were adorned with white mid-heeled sandals. While inwardly admiring her beauty as always, I replied aloud, "Not bad, quite delicious." Hearing my reply, she smiled and continued picking out the remaining crab roe from the shells, placing it in the small dish in front of me.

Seeing this, I kindly said, "Mom, don't keep giving it to me. Eat some of this delicious food yourself!" "It's alright," my mother replied, then paused, picked up the cup in front of her, took a sip of her drink, and then said, "There are still two left! There's some for Mom. You can eat as much as you want!" Hearing this, I remained silent and continued to devour the fragrant and delicious seafood on the table. My mother ate with me, though her eating manners were much more elegant than mine.

Listening to the gentle lapping of the waves against the seawall where the night market stalls were located, and watching the row of seafood stalls stretching for hundreds of meters, twinkling with lights, bustling with people, the vibrant scene captivated me. My previously somewhat melancholy mood gradually improved. So I started chatting with my mother while we ate. She seemed quite happy, eating gracefully and slowly while we chatted back and forth.

Just as we were eating and chatting, a few customers walked in. I turned to look at them; there were three men and one woman. The woman, with a beautiful face and dressed very sexily—wearing a black sleeveless dress, black silk stockings, black high heels, and her long hair tied back—called out when she saw my mother:

"Sister Shen! You're here too!" Hearing her call, my mother turned around. Upon seeing the woman, she exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, what brings you here?" The woman smiled and greeted the three men, then sat down at our table, saying softly to my mother, "Hi! Having dinner with guests!" After saying that, she gave me a charming look, then asked my mother in a sweet voice, "Oh! Sister Shen, who is this—" "Oh, this is my son. Xiaojun, quickly greet Aunt Fan." Before she could finish, my mother interrupted her hastily, as if afraid she would say something embarrassing, and made me greet her.

"Hello, Aunt Fan." Hearing my mother's gesture, I immediately gave a slight bow and politely greeted her. Upon hearing this, the woman immediately smiled charmingly, "Oh! You must be Xiaojun? You're so handsome! Your mother often talks about you. Oh, let me introduce myself, my name is Fan Jinyan, I'm your mother's colleague. It's a pleasure to meet you." As she spoke, she extended her hand towards me. Seeing this, I also extended my hand and shook hers. Then she started talking to my mother, but they spoke very softly, and the woman was practically whispering in my mother's ear, which was further masked by the noise of other guests drinking and talking nearby. Therefore, I didn't hear a word of their conversation.

However, I noticed that my mother's expression changed frequently during their conversation. Sometimes she would frown slightly, sometimes she would blink, sometimes she would raise the corners of her mouth, and sometimes she would purse her lips. With so many facial movements presented to me, perhaps I could guess something from them. After talking for

a few minutes, they greeted my mother and me, got up to leave, and returned to the table where the three men were sitting. I glanced back at their table and saw her sitting down, smiling broadly as she flirted with the three men, completely oblivious to the curious stares of the other guests. Just then, my mother spoke to me, "Xiaojun, hurry up and eat. Let's go home after we finish!" "Okay," I replied casually, quickly continuing to eat. As I ate, I secretly observed her expression. Her complexion seemed normal at the moment, but the emotions hidden in her large, beautiful almond-shaped eyes revealed that she was not at peace.

About twenty minutes later, my mother and I finished our dinner. After paying the bill, we walked out.

As soon as we reached Fan Jinyan's table, she greeted my mother and me with a smile, "Why are you leaving, Sister Shen?

Why don't you sit with us a little longer?" Hearing her invitation, my mother stopped and replied with a slight smile, "No, we have to go back. You two continue!" "Oh, why go back so early! Sit a little longer, just to keep me company, okay?" she continued to persuade, standing up and pulling my mother's arm. "But, this, that—" my mother stammered, seemingly hesitant, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. Seeing this, I, who had already anticipated this, pretended to be generous and said to my mother, "Mom, then you stay with Aunt Fan!

I'll take a taxi back." "See, your son has already agreed, what are you hesitating for!" Fan Jinyan echoed my words while pressing my mother down into a chair at the table. My mother looked at me, considered for a moment, and then said, "Be careful on your way back. I'll be back soon." After hearing her words, I politely greeted Fan Jinyan and the three men, and then left. However, before leaving, I took a closer look at the three men.

They were all quite young, looking to be around thirty years old. One of them, wearing a dark red Lacoste short-sleeved t-shirt, white casual pants, and matching leather shoes, was the most handsome. The other two men were very ordinary, dressed in shirts, trousers, and leather shoes.

After leaving the night market, I went to where my mother had parked her car. After buying a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes at a nearby convenience store, I smoked while secretly thinking, "This Fan Jinyan doesn't look like a decent woman.

Judging from her appearance, my mother will definitely be dragged into this tonight. Looks like there's going to be a good show tonight." With this thought in mind, I began to think about my follower plan for tonight. Soon, I had a plan. So I strolled leisurely toward a taxi that had just finished picking up a passenger and was still parked on the side of the road—around nine o'clock at night, after sitting in the taxi I'd hired for eight hundred yuan for nearly forty minutes, I finally saw my mother, Fan Jinyan, and the three men emerge from the night market.

As they approached, I noticed my mother, Fan Jinyan, and the handsome man get into my mother's car, with the man in the driver's seat. The other two men got into a dark-colored Audi SUV. Soon, the two cars started up one after the other and drove away from where they were parked. Seeing this, I quickly told the taxi driver, "Sir, please follow that white Polo." "Okay!" The driver, who had been chatting with me happily after receiving eight hundred yuan for no reason, immediately responded to my instruction, started the car, and drove onto the highway, following my mother's car at a leisurely pace.

After leaving Binhai Road, their car turned left and headed straight towards the main urban area of Wuhai District.

About twenty minutes later, I saw the two cars enter the underground parking garage of an office building called "Guochang Building." I asked the driver to stop. The driver was very attentive; he didn't stop immediately but drove all the way to the entrance of the underground parking garage before stopping. When I got out, he gave me his business card, saying to contact him if I needed a ride. I readily agreed. Then I hurried towards the underground parking garage.

By the time I reached the vast garage, they were long gone. I looked around and quickly spotted an elevator on the left, its indicator light flashing. I approached and saw the light stop at the fifteenth floor. "That must be them," I thought, and pressed the elevator button. After it came down, I went inside and pressed the button for the fifteenth floor. The elevator doors closed quickly, and it moved straight upwards.

When it opened, I saw the words "Mingda Shipping" in large gold letters on the opposite wall. Peeking inside, I was delighted to find the emergency exit ajar. So, crouching low and tiptoeing, I cautiously made my way into the dark office area. After closing the emergency exit, I continued forward until I reached the end of the corridor, where I noticed a faint light emanating from a door that wasn't fully closed, from which I could hear singing. A man was wailing and howling, singing Qi Qin's "The Wolf of the North." So, I quietly approached the door and squinted inside.

The room was not only large but also strangely furnished. There were laser lights on the ceiling, a large-screen LCD TV on one wall, a gleaming marble floor, and a beautifully patterned, exquisitely crafted high-end carpet in the center. There was also a complete karaoke system, a sleek European-style coffee table, and leather sofas. In one corner of the room stood a wine cabinet filled with various famous Chinese and foreign wines. "This is no different from a karaoke bar," I thought to myself, my eyes still glued to the screen.

After a song finished, the people sitting on the sofa, including my mother, all spontaneously applauded. The singer, the handsome man, politely thanked them. Aside from a slight flush on their faces, they all looked normal. It seemed they hadn't drunk too much at the night market.

When the singer sat down next to my mother, another man placed two bottles of Chivas Regal on the coffee table, saying to my mother, "Miss Shen, Miss Fan said you sing quite well. Would you like to sing one for us?" "Yes, Miss Shen, let us enjoy your voice!" the singer echoed. He even placed his microphone in my mother's hand. At the same time, Fan Jinyan, who was chatting with another man, also urged my mother, "Sister Shen, sing one!" Seeing that she couldn't refuse, my mother had no choice but to stand up and sing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau".

The beautiful singing drew frequent cheers, and the applause was thunderous after the song ended. The handsome man waited for my mother to sit down again before handing her two wine glasses, saying,

"Come, Miss Shen. I'll toast you to your singing." My mother accepted the glass and clinked it with his, then took a sip. The two then began to chat.

They drank and talked, and the man's witty remarks frequently made my mother giggle. After a while, on the opposite sofa, Fan Jinyan and two other men started hugging and kissing each other. Seeing this, my mother's expression immediately turned awkward. Her face flushed, and she said shyly, "Mr. Jiang, it's too late. I... I have to go back." The man my mother called Mr. Jiang, upon hearing her words, also began to look ambiguously at her. He glanced at the scene, then wrapped his arm around my mother's waist and said with a grin, "Miss Shen, it's alright! Let them do what they want, we'll talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, he brushed aside the hair near my mother's ear and gently breathed into her ear. "No, Mr. Jiang, don't do this," my mother gently shook her head, avoiding his tongue reaching for her earlobe, and protested shyly. "Just playing around! I won't treat you badly." As he spoke, he pushed my mother down onto the sofa, and taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, his tongue quickly slipped into her mouth, intertwining and swirling with hers.

Meanwhile, the scene over there was already quite passionate. Fan Jinyan was passionately kissing one of the men. Another man was kissing her earlobe from behind, while gently pulling down the zipper of her dress. Fan Jinyan began to moan softly. Her dress was made of lace, frills, and sheer silk fabric at the bust, and her breasts were quite full, prompting the two men to each grab and squeeze one. The man behind her had already slipped his hand inside her clothes to grasp her breast. Soon, her head was turned, and the two men simultaneously kissed her earlobe and neck.

"Mmm!" My mother's soft moan drew my attention back to her. Her chrysanthemum-yellow short-sleeved shirt and white bra had been removed by Mr. Jiang, and her knee-length dark blue gauze skirt was rolled up and wrapped around her slender waist. Meanwhile, Mr. Jiang was holding a wine glass. He poured some wine onto my mother's chest, then put the glass down and began licking her chest with his tongue, placing it on her cleavage and savoring the wine mixed with her fragrant sweat. His tongue was like a venomous snake, lightly licking, sucking, and gently biting my mother's navel, full breasts, neck, and earlobes. My mother's thighs were also constantly rubbing against his lower body. It seemed she had been greatly aroused by his skillful flirting techniques.

After a while, he pulled down my mother's white panties and smelled them like he was inhaling poison. Then he exclaimed, "So fragrant!" My mother's pretty face flushed red, and she turned to the side of the sofa in silence. But her soft moans still clearly echoed in the room. He grinned lewdly, tossed aside the underwear he was holding, and then cupped my mother's feet, which were clad in white mid-heeled sandals, licking them from her calves upwards, his nimble tongue relentlessly stimulating her thighs and groin. Driven by his skillful foreplay, my mother finally couldn't resist and began to moan ecstatically.

At the same time, Fan Jinyan was already shouting loudly, "Come on, come on, I want it, I want it!" Immediately, the man in front of her, who had been unable to restrain himself any longer, pulled down his pants and thrust his penis into her vagina, pumping forcefully forward. The man who had been licking her neck nearby, seeing his lustful behavior, couldn't help but mock, "Damn it! You dare to do it without a condom? Aren't you afraid of getting AIDS!" He then got up, went to the liquor cabinet, and took out a box of condoms. After opening the package and taking out a long string of condoms, he returned to the two people having sex.

At that moment, the man surnamed Jiang, who was spreading my mother's legs, shouted at him, "Ah Biao, give me a few." The man, whom Jiang called Ah Biao, immediately tore off a few condoms and threw them at his feet.

He picked up the condoms, opened one, and put it on his already naked, trembling penis. His penis was very thick, about the size of a baby's arm. After putting on the condom, he inserted his penis into my mother's vagina. "Ah!" My mother involuntarily furrowed her brows and cried out softly, seemingly unable to bear the weight of his penis. He ignored her. After entering her, he pulled her hands above her head and lightly licked her armpits with his tongue.

My mother, perhaps unable to bear it, tried to pull his hands down to stop him from licking, but his strong hands held her hands firmly, preventing her from moving. Meanwhile, the man who was thrusting into Fan Jinyan had already ejaculated. Before ejaculating, he pulled his penis out of Fan Jinyan's vagina and immediately shoved it into her mouth. He then forcefully pressed her face against his groin. After ejaculating, he let out a long sigh, pulled his penis out, and a clear, glistening mixture of his semen and Fan Jinyan's saliva flowed from her mouth. He then slumped onto the sofa.

Before Fan Jinyan's moans could subside, A Biao, who was already wearing a condom and masturbating, immediately began his act. He first made Fan Jinyan lie on all fours like a dog, then came up behind her and inserted his penis from behind.

My mother was also in a frenzy. President Jiang placed my mother's legs on his shoulders, his mouth forcefully sucking and kissing her breasts, which were covered in his saliva. He thrust downwards like a pile driver. With each thrust, my mother, already panting and moaning, would forcefully arch her buttocks upwards to match his movements.

After a while, perhaps a little tired, he lifted my mother up and continued thrusting. My mother, wearing sandals, straddled him, placing her breasts in his mouth, which he passionately sucked and kissed. Fan Jinyan, on the other hand, had her head resting on the sofa, loudly moaning, "My God, you're so amazing! Harder, harder!" Ah Biao, unable to hold back any longer amidst her moans, pulled her plump buttocks and slammed them against his groin. After more than a hundred thrusts, he shouted and ejaculated, then collapsed onto her back, panting. "

Zihui, you've got good stamina!" At this moment, the man who had ejaculated in Fan Jinyan's mouth spoke to President Jiang, who was still thrusting into my mother. "Hehe, of course! I just ate a lot of oysters, they're great for male enhancement!" he replied, while vigorously stroking his penis against my mother's buttocks with both hands. My mother seemed to be enjoying it, swaying her soft, delicate waist, and letting out soul-stirring moans from her lips: "Mmm—mmm—mmm."

About seven or eight minutes later, he made my mother lie on her side on the sofa, spread her legs, and he penetrated her from between them.

Meanwhile, the two men who had already ejaculated regained their energy and began to play with Fan Jinyan again. They made her lie face down on the carpeted floor in the middle, and the first man who had ejaculated in her mouth thrust into her from behind. A Biao stood in front of her, pulled her head over, and shoved his penis into her mouth.

Fan Jinyan's face sank into her cheeks from A Biao's penetration, and she let out lewd moans. The man behind her was now gripping her breasts with both hands and thrusting forcefully. She seemed to enjoy it immensely, spitting out Ah Biao's penis and stroking it with her hand, even lifting it to her face, and then sucking his scrotum into her mouth.

Seeing this, Ah Biao laughed and said to the man thrusting vigorously behind her, "Look at this slut, she's really begging to be fucked!" "Ah—ah—I can't take it anymore—it's—it's coming!" Just then, my mother, who was being vigorously fucked by Boss Jiang, suddenly let out a wanton cry. Boss Jiang also increased the speed of his thrusts, pulling my mother towards him, their lips instantly sealing together, their four thighs intertwined. In less than a minute, they both reached orgasm.

The two men across from her, who were engaged in lewd acts, quickened their pace after seeing Mr. Jiang ejaculate. They thrust vigorously into Fan Jinyan's vagina and lips, causing her to moan softly, as if experiencing both pleasure and pain. After catching his breath while holding my mother, Mr. Jiang had a new idea. He helped my mother up from the sofa, rubbing her dark purple nipples as he asked, "Beautiful lady, how about giving me a blowjob?" Perhaps the scene before him was too lewd, coupled with his explicit and vulgar request, my mother could only lower her head and remain silent.

Seeing that my mother didn't react, he chuckled lewdly and then began to violate my mother's alluring breasts.

He first poured a little Chivas Regal onto her breasts and cleavage, then placed his now semi-erect penis between her breasts, and then grabbed her hands to squeeze her breasts against his penis. Once everything was ready, he disregarded everything and mounted her, beginning to thrust. My mother's high, firm breasts completely covered his penis. Feeling her smooth, soft cleavage, he exclaimed with pleasure as he thrust, "Wow! So comfortable! Beautiful lady, how did you grow such big, round breasts? They don't sag. They're really great!" My mother seemed to be aroused as well, her cheeks flushed, and her lips, glistening with sweat, emitted melodious moans: "Mmm—mmm—mmm." His penis thrust too hard, sometimes even hitting her chin. Seeing

this, he excitedly lowered his hands, pulling my mother's head towards his penis. My mother had no choice but to lift her head and occasionally take his glans into her mouth. He was very satisfied with my mother's actions, and each time he thrust into her cleavage, he pushed his penis out as far as he could, letting the glans enter her mouth. My mother opened her eyes, filled with lust, and looked at him with a hazy, dreamy gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips.

After thrusting nearly a hundred times, he stopped, got off my mother, and lewdly grinned, "Beautiful lady, your ass is so pretty, I haven't explored it yet. How about I do it?" "Ah! This, this, I didn't wash down there, it's a little, a little dirty," my mother stammered. "It's alright!" he waved his hand dismissively, then grabbed my mother and began to knead her breasts, lewdly saying, "I'm not afraid of getting dirty!" My mother sighed softly, leaning against him shyly, and remained silent.

After kissing my mother's lips, Mr. Jiang immediately made her kneel on the sofa. Then he inserted a finger and slowly inserted it into her anus. As he moved slowly, he asked, "Does it hurt?" "It's okay, um! It's okay," my mother whispered in response. Seeing her answer, Mr. Jiang slowly inserted his entire finger. "Ah! It hurts!" My mother finally cried out in pain. But he didn't stop, instead thrusting into her anus repeatedly. After dozens of thrusts, my mother's voice softened, becoming soft moans.

Mr. Jiang immediately pulled his finger out, put the condom back on, and then stood behind my mother. Suddenly, he thrust his entire penis inside. My mother immediately screamed "Ah!" and frantically shook her long hair, repeatedly crying out, "No, no, it hurts too much, I can't take it, pull it out!" But he didn't answer. Instead, he lay on my mother's buttocks, forcefully pressing against her to prevent her from escaping, kneading her breasts with his hands, kissing her back with his lips, constantly reassuring her not to be afraid, that it would be over soon.

They remained in that position, his penis still inside her anus. After about five minutes, the pain subsided, and she turned back to kiss Mr. Jiang, telling him in a soft, sweet voice that she could move, but to start slowly. Mr. Jiang stood up, holding her buttocks, and gently pulled his penis out slightly. My mother groaned, her body twitching slightly, probably still in pain.

Seeing this, he slowly and gently thrust in and out, and she moaned and groaned, swaying her buttocks as she enjoyed the pleasure of his penis thrusting in and out of her anus. Gradually, Mr. Jiang became more and more interested, more and more energetic, and his movements became larger and larger. After my mother adapted, she began to groan incessantly, occasionally telling him to thrust harder. He stood up, holding her buttocks, and began to thrust forcefully, each time he pulled out as if he were tearing her anus apart. Standing outside the door, I could clearly see the tender flesh inside her anus being pulled out with each withdrawal, and when he thrust in forcefully, he could insert the entire penis deep inside.

After a while, somewhat excited, he began slapping my mother's two white buttocks, making her anus tighten and loosen, thus making his penis feel more comfortable. My mother cried out "Oh, oh!" as he slapped her, her body swaying violently. After a dozen or so slaps, he stopped. Then he leaned down, his penis thrusting in and out while his hands gripped and kneaded my mother's breasts forcefully, deforming and turning red in his hands. Since he had already ejaculated once, this anal sex lasted for more than forty minutes. Just before ejaculating, he quickly removed the condom and inserted his penis again so that his semen could be ejaculated into her anus.

Afterwards, when he finished ejaculating and pulled his penis out, I saw a stream of thick, thin, white semen flow out of my mother's anus instantly. At this moment, my mother let out high-pitched moans, clearly having reached orgasm. After ejaculating, he pressed my mother down onto the sofa.

Across from me, Ah Biao and the other man had also ejaculated a few minutes earlier. They and Fan Jinyan lay limp on the carpet in the middle of the room like three worms. For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy, low breathing. Seeing that they were all finished, I quietly closed the door and tiptoed away.

(Chapter 33)

By the time my mother returned to her room, I was already asleep on the sofa bed. Before falling asleep, I was thinking, "Aren't there many men who have been cuckolded these days who jokingly say that to get by in life, you have to have a little green on your head? So how should I, as their son, mock myself when I discover my mother's indecent behavior—" When I woke up at noon, I found my mother still asleep in the bedroom. Seeing her sound asleep, I guessed that last night's debauchery must have exhausted her.

Afterwards, I quietly washed up, dressed, and went out. After leaving the community, I went to an internet cafe not far away. I went in, completed the formalities at the service desk, and found a computer to use. I opened a webpage and searched for information that interested me. It didn't take long for what I was looking for to appear before my eyes.

"Ningzhou Mingda Shipping Co., Ltd. Founded in 2000, a private enterprise headquartered in Wuhai District, Ningzhou City, with a registered capital of 500,000 yuan and total assets of 130 million yuan. The company is a comprehensive shipping enterprise integrating domestic ship agency and coastal cruise ship cargo transportation, combining domestic ship management and cargo agency. The company currently owns four ships and manages seven ships externally, with a transport capacity of 68,000 tons." Looking at this information about the company I had visited last night on the computer screen, I felt calm. My fingers clicked the mouse, continuing to scroll down. On the page introducing the company leaders, the photo of Mr. Jiang, the man who had sex with my mother last night, was prominently displayed in the table of contents for the company's chairman and general manager. His

full name was Jiang Zihui, thirty-six years old, and a graduate of the School of Finance at Shanghai University of Finance and Economics. Not only him, but also the photo of the man known as A Biao, who had been having an affair with Fan Jinyan last night, was listed in the company's deputy general manager's directory. His full name was Yao Biao, the same age

as Jiang Zihui, and he also graduated from the School of Finance at Shanghai University of Finance and Economics. "Looks like these two are classmates," I thought to myself, and continued searching for the man who had first ejaculated in Fan Jinyan's mouth. Unfortunately, I couldn't find his photo after searching for a while. So I gave up the search, closed the webpage, and started playing Counter-Strike. Perhaps because I hadn't played in a long time, my skills, which weren't great to begin with, kept getting headshot in the game. After playing for about twenty minutes, I had been killed a staggering fifty times. I was so angry that I cursed under my breath, almost smashing my keyboard and mouse.

Around 2 PM, I finally couldn't stand the humiliation of being slaughtered in the game anymore.

I got up and went to the counter to pay and leave the internet cafe. After leaving, I found a noodle shop and ate a bowl of beef knife-cut noodles. While I was eating, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was my mom. I answered, "Mom, you're awake." "Yeah, where are you?" Her voice sounded a little weak on the other end, as if she had just woken up. Seeing her ask me, I put down my chopsticks and replied, "Oh, I went to the internet cafe. Now I'm eating noodles outside."

After saying that, I asked with concern, "Mom, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Want me to bring you a bowl of noodles?" She thought for a moment and agreed, but then she added, "Xiaojun, when you come back later, can you bring Mom some erythromycin eye ointment?" "Oh, okay." After answering, I asked her for the address of the pharmacy before hanging up.

After finishing my meal and paying, I left the noodle shop with the fried noodles in a plastic bag. After walking for a while, I found a pharmacy and went in to buy a tube of erythromycin eye ointment. After buying it, I headed towards the Labor Community. It took me about half an hour to reach my apartment. After unlocking the door, I found my mother already in the kitchen preparing dinner. I placed the fried noodles and erythromycin eye ointment on the living room table, then went to the kitchen door and said to her, "Mom, hurry up and eat your noodles."

"You're back! Yeah, Mom's eating now," she said gently, turning around as she chopped cucumbers. Then, I casually asked, "Mom, what time did you get home last night?" Hearing my question, she visibly trembled slightly, though she quickly regained her composure and answered calmly, "Oh, I got home very late. Maybe around two or three in the morning." I nodded, indicating I understood, and chatted with her for a few more minutes. Then I turned and went back to my room to play computer games.

I turned on the computer, and before I'd played for long, I saw my mom come out of the kitchen, pick up some erythromycin eye ointment from the table, go into the bathroom, and close the door. Not only that, I also noticed her steps were a little dragging, and her expression was somewhat unnatural, as if she were enduring some pain.

"She must have played too wildly last night and hurt her anus, right? Sigh! Why bother?" I thought to myself, shaking my head helplessly, and then continued playing my computer game—after dinner, we each did our own thing. As night fell and the streetlights came on, I felt a bit craving a cigarette, so I made an excuse to leave the apartment and go downstairs for a smoke.

In a corner downstairs, I took out the Zhonghua cigarettes I'd bought the night before, lit one, and began to smoke contentedly. I finished one cigarette quickly, and still not satisfied, I grabbed another, lit it, and continued smoking. Just as I was about to finish this one too, a figure appeared in my line of sight. Looking closer, I recognized Qi Bin. He was limping towards the building, his gait suggesting the injury had severely affected him.

He walked slowly, taking a full ten minutes to reach the building. As he approached the stairwell, I made up my mind, walked behind him, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Oh, you are... oh—" He turned around, glanced at me, and hesitated before speaking. I composed myself and asked, "So, interested in talking?" "Talk about what?" He asked curiously, having already recognized me. I didn't answer, but waved to him and went back to where I had been smoking.

Seeing my mysterious demeanor, he stood there for a moment, considering before coming over. After we stopped, I casually tossed him a cigarette. He caught it, glanced at it, and then laughed, "Oh ho, smoking at such a young age, and such good cigarettes at that. Tsk tsk." Without any hesitation, he took out a lighter, lit the cigarette, closed his eyes, took a drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke. Seeing his blissful expression, I wasn't angry. I spoke naturally,

"I need to make a deal with you. Stop talking badly about my mother everywhere, okay?" Hearing this, he opened his eyes, looking surprised, and retorted, "Oh, you mean this? Have I ever said anything bad about your mother? You're not mistaken, are you?" After saying this, he looked me up and down with a cunning gaze, then grinned and said, "You're dressed well, so your mother must give you a lot of pocket money! How about this, give me two thousand yuan, and I'll agree to your request, okay?"

"That bastard!" I cursed inwardly, but outwardly I maintained a calm demeanor, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Okay, you write a note promising not to say it again, and I'll give it to you right away." "Hehe." He seemed quite pleased, smiled, and continued:

"Okay, let's go to my place now, I'll write you a receipt." We agreed on that, and a little while later, I followed him into his house. He lived in room 403, a messy, stuffy room with barely any room to stand. When I kicked away two suitcases and stood in the empty space, he came out of his bedroom with a pen and paper and asked, "Hey, do you have enough money?" I took out my wallet, pulled out two thousand yuan, and held it tightly in my hand, replying,

"Here, the money is. Write it down as I say, and I'll give it to you." Hearing this, he spread the paper on a table and called out, "Go ahead and say it." So I began to speak, word by word, and he listened and wrote. After he finished, I picked up the receipt and carefully checked it again, making sure there were no mistakes before handing him the money. He took my money, beaming with delight. Counting the bills, he said, "Thanks! You'd better hurry back. Otherwise, your mom'll worry, you little rich man." Seeing his greedy, money-grubbing face, I suppressed my annoyance and reminded him,

"If you run into my mom, don't tell her you know me." "Ugh, alright, alright. I know," he said impatiently, his eyes still glued to the stack of money in his hand. Having

achieved my goal, I didn't want to stay in his room any longer, so I put away the receipt and turned to leave. As I slowly walked upstairs, I thought, "Damn it, am I out of my mind? Two thousand yuan for just a few words. I don't even know what kind of person this is." Soon, I reached the door of my place.

I stood there for a while, scratching my head, temporarily putting aside my worries, then took out my key and opened the metal door—for the next two days, my mother didn't leave the house at all, simply staying inside to recuperate. I had asked her why she didn't go to work. She told me that those of them in sales didn't need to report to the company every day; as long as they completed the monthly sales quota assigned to them, they could rest the rest of the time.

At 11:30 a.m. on the third day, my mother and I were having lunch at our place. Suddenly, her phone, which was in her bedroom, rang. She put down her chopsticks, got up, went into the room, and answered the phone. After a few hurried words, she hung up. Returning to the table, she thought for a moment and then said to me, "You eat first. Mom has to go to the company. After you finish eating, please tidy up the table. Just put the dishes in the sink; I'll wash them when I get back." Hearing this, I nodded while continuing to eat. Then she went back into the bedroom to get ready.

A short while later, she came out wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, a navy blue knee-length skirt, and sheer stockings. She took a pair of navy blue high heels from the shoe cabinet by the door, put them on, greeted me, and then gracefully left the apartment.

After she left, I immediately ran to the balcony, timidly watching her get into her car and drive out of the community. "Looks like her anus doesn't hurt anymore. Is she going to the company? Should I go check on her?" With this thought in mind, I took out the business card the taxi driver had given me that day and called him. Coincidentally, after calling and explaining my location, the driver told me he was nearby. So I immediately hung up, rushed out the door, and headed downstairs.

After I got into the taxi, he turned the car around and drove straight to the address I had given him. About forty minutes later, the car arrived at its destination—Jianghai Building. The ninth floor of this building was where my mother's company was located. I knew this from the business cards my mother had printed. After paying the fare and thanking the driver, I got out and walked into the building while searching for my mother's car. Soon, I spotted her Polo sedan, parked in an inconspicuous corner of the parking lot outside the building. This made me even more certain, so I quickened my pace and walked into the building.

When I reached the ninth floor, I saw the man in the Toyota SUV just as I stepped out of the elevator. He was putting his arm around my mother and walking towards the other side of the corridor. After they disappeared from sight, I quietly followed them. When I got there, I realized they had gone into the restroom. So I tiptoed inside.

Once inside, I found there were two rooms, an outer one for men and an inner one for women. And at that moment, I could hear my mother and that man whispering in the women's restroom. Seeing this, I quietly closed and locked the outer door of the men's restroom, then carefully walked forward, pushed the women's restroom door that wasn't completely closed, and immediately took in the scene inside.

I saw the man's hand unceremoniously slipping inside my mother's shirt collar, immediately unbuckling her black bra, pushing it up a bit, and then touching her full breasts, kneading them while teasing, "Waiting to fuck you! Come on." After saying that, he lifted my mother's skirt up to her waist, revealing her thighs encased in sheer stockings and her round, pert buttocks, every part so perfect, so alluring. His face flushed red, he pulled down his pants with one hand and pressed my mother's body down, about to rush inside.

He said impatiently, "Come on, let me fuck you." "Keep your voice down! Don't let anyone hear us," my mother whispered, her cheeks flushed. Her body involuntarily leaned against him. His hand took the opportunity to reach my mother's chest, wantonly caressing her full and firm breasts, and he lewdly said, "Haven't touched them in a few days, they've gotten bigger, haven't they? Have other men touched them yet?" My mother seemed a little angry at his teasing, and she said coquettishly, "No way, they're yours now. What, you want me to sleep with other men?" The man's lust was aroused by my mother's words, which seemed both resentful and shy. He took the opportunity to make her lift her buttocks and sit on the sink, while my mother lifted one of her stockinged legs and rubbed it against his erect penis.

He was very pleased with my mother's posture. He ran his hand along her smooth thigh to her soft, moist lower body, and through the soft stockings, he used his fingers to pull her panties aside, teasing her wet vulva with his fingers. This immediately caused my mother to let out a soft moan, her pretty face unconsciously pressing against his. Warm breaths from her lips traveled to his face, like a warm spring breeze, comforting and incredibly pleasurable. His hands had already unbuttoned my mother's shirt and black bra, and were now vigorously caressing her full breasts. Waves of tingling sensations from her nipples stimulated my mother, while his burning penis occasionally touched between her pink thighs.

Soon, my mother began to moan intermittently. He then turned my mother around and pushed her forward, making her lie face down on the sink. By this time, I could clearly see my mother's skin flush with excitement. Without hesitation, he skillfully lifted her skirt, revealing her rounded buttocks and black panties. Her wet vulva formed an irregular circle of moisture.

Seeing this, he quickly pulled her panties down to her ankles, took out a pre-prepared condom, put it on, and aimed his thick, long penis at her vulva. My mother let out a soft breath and then arched her buttocks slightly. Soon, he thrust his erect penis into my mother's enchanting vagina and began to pump rapidly. My mother's lower body was already overflowing with vaginal fluid; the soft, warm flesh pressed against him, tightly enveloping his invading penis. This made him feel incredibly comfortable, and he immediately began to thrust harder and faster, his body swaying. Not only that, he also slapped my mother's alluring buttocks from behind, stimulating her to moan uncontrollably.

As he thrust in and out, he gazed at my mother's stunningly beautiful body, a feeling of unprecedented pleasure welling up within him. With a gleeful expression, he lifted my mother's legs, spreading them as wide as possible, his hips thrusting rapidly, driving his penis deep into her vagina with each stroke, until his scrotum pressed against the opening.

In just a few dozen thrusts, my mother's juices were flowing freely, staining their pubic hair. My mother writhed beneath him, her vagina tightly gripping his throbbing penis, her moans growing louder as she leaned forward, her hips thrusting back, relentlessly responding to his thrusts. Their four thighs were tightly intertwined, the in-and-out motion incredibly intense, indescribably alluring and obscene.

About ten minutes later, this erotic scene reached its climax. The man gripped my mother's hips with both hands, his lower body thrusting violently. The intense stimulation made my mother clench her teeth slightly, inhaling softly and hissing, her round buttocks trembling incessantly, her toes almost lifting off the ground. Seeing the intense reaction of the middle-aged beauty beneath him, his blood boiled, and he reached for my mother's breasts, playing with her full bosom. After thrusting more than a hundred times

, he changed positions, lifting my mother's thigh with one hand and kneading her breasts with the other, pressing his entire body against hers, his hips moving rhythmically, making my mother roll back and forth, her vagina becoming increasingly slippery, making "plop plop" sounds. He grinned, growling softly, "Oh! It's coming! I'm almost there!" With that, reaching the peak of excitement, he thrust forward with all his might, instantly ejaculating his hot semen. Even after he ejaculated, my mother's lower body continued to contract strongly and rhythmically. She moaned, her round, white buttocks still writhing, her vagina continuing to hold the man's penis.

When he pulled his penis out of my mother's vagina, I, who had been watching intently, immediately snapped out of my daze. Before either of them could speak, I tiptoed out of the bathroom.
(Chapter 34)

Two more days passed. After a full week in Ningzhou, I finally said goodbye to my mother and returned to the county town. It was already evening when I got home. Feeling somewhat tired, I threw down my bag and the dried seafood my mother had asked me to bring back, then took off my clothes and rushed into the bathroom for a shower. After the cold water washed away all my fatigue, I turned on the TV and air conditioner, and took a can of Coke from the refrigerator. I then comfortably lay on the sofa, watching TV and drinking Coke.

Through my subtle probing during those last two days in Ningzhou, I finally learned who the audacious man was who dared to rape my mother in her car, her apartment garage, and her company bathroom. His surname was Qian, and his full name was Qian Mingyuan. He was the sales manager of my mother's company—Huasheng Insurance Group Co., Ltd. I didn't know how he seduced my mother, nor did I care. I only knew that the woman I called "Mom" was becoming increasingly promiscuous, gradually moving towards becoming a womanizer.

I didn't know what she was thinking, but judging from her wanton behavior that I discovered, the derogatory term "whore" was unavoidable.

"Hey! Why worry so much? I have spare money now, and I can play all summer. What a waste of worry!" I thought to myself with a self-deprecating laugh. Then, I finished my cola in one gulp, turned off the TV, lights, and air conditioner, and went back to my room to sleep. On summer nights, frogs and cicadas would often croak and chirp outside. Unable to fall asleep for the time being, I suddenly seemed to remember something, so I turned over, picked up my phone from the bedside table, and started sending text messages.

Soon, the other person replied. Upon reading it, a silent smile immediately appeared on my lips. My hands didn't stop, continuing to type rapidly on the phone's keyboard. And so, we exchanged messages back and forth. It wasn't until midnight, when my eyelids grew heavy, that I finally said goodnight. Then I turned off my phone, put my hands behind my head, and closed my eyes with a happy feeling. The person who texted me was none other than Zhuge Shanshan, whom I hadn't contacted for a while. I had already arranged with her via text message to go to a bar together the night after tomorrow.

With her beautiful image appearing in my mind, I gradually drifted off to sleep—the next evening at eight o'clock, I waited for her outside the bar. The moment I saw her, I was captivated by her appearance. She wore a golden sundress, the upper part of her delicate breasts slightly exposed, a shallow cleavage clearly visible. Her dress wasn't long, only reaching her knees, and there was no slip underneath; her pink bra and panties were also visible. Her long, slender legs were clad in sparkling crystal high-heeled sandals. "That's so avant-garde, clearly seducing me!" I thought to myself, observing her sexy figure.

"Hey! Come in!" Seeing my infatuated expression, she urged me in a seemingly impatient voice. Despite saying that, she boldly took my arm. "Oh, let's go." Seeing her like this, I blushed and answered awkwardly. "Hehe." Her silvery laughter rang out, and then she pulled me into the bar.

After we found a seat and ordered drinks and snacks, she asked, seemingly complaining,

"Where have you been these past few days? Why haven't you called me?" "Oh, I went to Jiuzhaigou for a trip." Hearing her question, I lied. "Really!" My answer made her tone sound very curious, and she leaned against my chest, then asked, "Is it fun there? Our teacher always talks about how beautiful Jiuzhaigou is in class. It makes us all want to go see it." I nodded, and then roughly described the beautiful scenery of Jiuzhaigou that my mother had told me.

Now she was even more curious and longing for Jiuzhaigou. She started to grip my shoulders tightly, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Please take me there sometime, okay?" Seeing the envious looks from the other guests around me, my cheeks flushed, and I was momentarily dazed, but I immediately nodded in agreement. Overjoyed, she immediately kissed me on the cheek, leaning almost entirely into my arms. Looking up at me, she asked, "Ah Jun, will you be my boyfriend?" Seeing her so eager, I was already ecstatic and readily agreed, saying, "Sure!" Hearing this, she smiled radiantly and pulled me to the dance floor.

The ever-changing lights, the trendy music, the dancing customers, and the sexy, beautiful women—all of this made me feel incredibly happy as I danced. Zhuge Shanshan's dance moves were quite beautiful, her flowing hair occasionally brushing against my face. Excited, I felt restless and longed to kiss her immediately.

After the dance, we returned to our seats, drinking and enjoying snacks, having a wonderful time. Around ten o'clock, flushed and drunk, we helped each other out of the bar and tacitly went into a hotel—"Ah—so good—so good—faster—faster!" More than an hour later, our clothes were piled on the floor of the hotel room. On the messy bed, as my penis thrust more and more violently inside her, her legs suddenly wrapped tightly around me from behind, her thighs gripping my waist, and she used her heels to forcefully pull me towards her body, pushing my thick, hard penis deep between her legs.

A dozen minutes earlier, my virgin semen, preserved for eighteen years, finally ejaculated into her uterus. This was the second time my penis had been erect, roaming freely inside her vagina. Judging from her behavior in bed, this was definitely not the first time. But so what? I was simply immersed in this wonderful sex, unable to extricate myself.

At that moment, I felt her soft, moist vagina, enveloping my penis, suddenly begin to spasm. She let out a long, trembling moan, and her body, which I was holding in the air, tensed and arched backward, her breasts thrusting forward. Simultaneously, her entire body trembled rhythmically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with the spasms deep within her legs. The wet, warm labia and soft walls between her legs also spasmed repeatedly, squeezing my thick, hot penis as it moved between her thighs. After six or seven violent spasms, her tense, backward-arching upper body went limp, and she collapsed onto my shoulder.

My penis remained deeply inserted in her honeypot, and I ejaculated violently again. My hands simultaneously cupped her buttocks. She held my head in her arms, her legs wrapped around my waist, her breasts pressed against my face, one nipple being sucked by me. After a while, her tense legs, which were straddling me, slowly began to soften. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body tightly against me, her eyes, which seemed to overflow with tenderness, looking at me. She whispered in my ear, "You—you're so—amazing." My body was weak, and I soon pulled my penis out of her vagina.

Then we lay down on the bed together, holding each other—because of the nourishment of love, I was all smiles for the next ten days or so. I spent my days calling and texting Zhuge Shanshan, shopping, swimming, going to coffee shops for Western food, and going to hotels for sex. I was extremely satisfied with her, although she wasn't the girl of my dreams—my dream girl was quiet and elegant. But her sexy allure in bed constantly filled me with desire. However, I had some reservations: she wasn't a virgin before we started dating. Once, I gently asked her about it, but she just giggled and said, "What era are we living in? Why are you still talking about this? I didn't ask you to be a virgin." This response made me suspicious of her.

But under her gentle influence, my hard heart quickly softened. However, at the end of July, I had to separate from her temporarily. Her school teacher required her to intern at a travel agency for a month. Her major was a two-and-a-half-year program, and she could start working next summer. Therefore, she was starting to try to enter the workforce. Without her, I

felt a little lonely. I spent my days online and smoking. My sleep became extremely irregular. Perhaps Zhuge Shanshan, who was also busy with her internship, was also very busy; when I called her, we could only chat briefly before ending the call. And so, boring holidays accompanied me. Until one morning in mid-August, I finally couldn't bear this anymore and went to the long-distance bus station, boarding a bus to Ningzhou.

During my carefree days with Zhuge Shanshan, I wasn't completely cut off from contacting my mother. We spoke on the phone twice, exchanging a few casual words and catching up on each other's lives. A few times, late at night, as I held Zhuge Shanshan's soft, delicate body in my arms, I would have lewd thoughts: "Mom, are you in another man's arms right now?" I arrived at Ningzhou Station at 7:30 PM again, having secretly come back.

This time, I was determined to stay in Ningzhou for half a month to find out exactly how many men my mother had. I didn't plan to go back until the start of the semester. Therefore, I brought my laptop and digital camera. Leaving the station, I took a taxi, told the driver my destination, and the car drove straight there. When I arrived at the place I had mentioned—the same hotel where I had stayed during my previous two secret visits—I paid the fare, got out, and entered the hotel lobby.

"Hey, Mom, what are you doing?" Forty minutes later, I was comfortably reclining on the sofa in my hotel room, holding my phone, and asked my mother who had just answered the phone. The voice on the other end of the line was very quiet, but I could still hear a faint saxophone music. After she realized it was me, she smiled and said, "Mom is having dinner with her colleagues! What about you? Have you eaten yet? Is there anything I can help you with?" "I have, um, nothing much. Just calling to say hello." That's how I answered her question.

"Hehe." She chuckled, then said, "Mom's fine, you don't need to worry." Before I could reply, she interrupted, "Xiaojun, Mom's talking to a colleague about work. If you're free, can you leave now? I'll call you back in a couple of days." I could only agree and hang up.

"Work? Only a fool would believe that!" I thought to myself as I put the phone down. A little while later, I got up from the sofa, turned on my computer, opened the music player, and went to the window. I drew back the curtains, listening to music and admiring the night view. A crescent moon shone brightly in the sky, and the street below was bustling with cars and people—a vibrant scene. I lit a cigarette, smoking it while thinking about my mother and Zhuge Shanshan. Of the two women, the first was mature, charming, elegant, and beautiful; as a mother, she made me understand the true nature of this materialistic world. The second was youthful, beautiful, sexy, and generous; as a girlfriend, she allowed me to experience the wonders of sex. The feelings involved were truly indescribable. "People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion

; the moon has its phases of waxing and waning, and nothing in this world is ever perfect!" Lost in thought, I unconsciously murmured Su Shi's "Prelude to Water Melody," one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. (Chapter 35) For the first two days after arriving in Ningzhou again, I neither went to my mother's place nor visited any famous scenic spots. Aside from eating lunch and dinner at a fast-food restaurant near the hotel, I spent the rest of my time in my hotel room playing computer games and watching TV. I also spent long phone conversations with Zhuge Shanshan to express my longing. She didn't know I was in Ningzhou; before leaving, I lied to her, saying I was going to visit my father who worked in Tianxi County, a neighboring province. She understood, but still playfully told me to come back early. I outwardly agreed, but inwardly I had other plans. On the evening of the third day, feeling restless and suffocating in my hotel room, I finally set off after dinner to go to my mother's place. Before going, I called her again, and after chatting for a while, I learned that she was currently at her place. But whether she really was there, I would have to go and find out. It took me nearly an hour, wearing a hat and carrying a camera, to get there. I walked along the paved road and soon arrived at the building where she lived. Her car wasn't downstairs. Looking up, I noticed that her windows were tightly closed, and no light was coming out. "She really lied to me!" I sighed helplessly to myself. Just as I hesitated, a hand reached out from behind me and suddenly tapped my shoulder. Startled, I involuntarily looked back. I saw Qi Bin, who lived in room 403 downstairs from my mother, grinning at me and asking, "What, you're here to see your mother again?" "Is that a problem? Do I need your permission to see her?" I was extremely annoyed by his smug look, so I calmed myself down and retorted. He didn't get angry. Instead, he rubbed his chin with his hand, which had been removed from its splint, raised his head slightly, and said to me in a drawn-out tone, "Hehe, of course not. But—" "Stop talking nonsense! What do you want?" I interrupted him without hesitation, getting straight to the point. "Hey, what are we doing standing here? Let's go to my room! We can talk inside, okay?" Seeing my somewhat impatient look, he rolled his eyes and then smiled, inviting me in this way. "No!" I flatly refused his suggestion and turned to leave. But soon, he stopped me. With his smile still on, he said rather mysteriously, "Don't be like that. I'm your mom's neighbor, after all. I wouldn't harm you. Besides, the money you gave me last time helped me through a tough time, so I'm even more grateful to you. Also, I know quite a bit about your mom's situation lately! Don't you want to hear what I have to say?" I glanced at him, then lowered my head to consider. He didn't urge me, just stood beside me waiting for my answer. A few minutes later, having made up my mind, I looked up at him and said, "I can go, but you have to promise not to gossip about what I'm doing here to my mom!" "Don't worry, I, Qi Bin, am a decent person. I promise you." He patted his chest as he answered. I was very disgusted by his behavior, but my curiosity still drove me upstairs with him to his house. After we sat down in his incredibly messy living room, which was cluttered with all sorts of things... So I asked him, "What do you know? Tell me quickly!" "Hehe, give me another two thousand yuan, and I'll tell you." After I finished speaking, he crossed his legs and said to me with an air of nonchalance. "Damn it! Just consider it giving money to a beggar!" I pursed my lips, silently muttered to myself for a while, then took out my wallet, counted the money, and threw two thousand yuan at him. Seeing this, he quickly stuffed the money into his pocket. Then he asked, "Brother, even when listening to a story, you should let the storyteller have a good cigarette! Do you have any?" After hearing his request, I expressionlessly threw the half-pack of Yuxi cigarettes in my pocket at him. Then, in a stern voice, he said, "Can you start now?" He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and slowly began to speak: "I only found out a few days ago that your mother actually sells insurance. Sigh! These days, insurance companies will stop at nothing to sell insurance. Just a few of the women I know who sell insurance, they're really—" "Get to the point! Don't beat around the bush!" I interrupted him, my expression displeased. "Okay, okay." Seeing my annoyed look, he quickly stopped. He took a few more puffs of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and continued: "I often see a man driving a Toyota SUV coming to see your mother. Once, I even saw them together on the stairs, and I realized I'd seen that man before. It was at the Regent Hotel, with your mother and another couple. The four of them were eating in a private room." " I know all that!" I interrupted him again. "Don't rush me!" he said hastily after I interrupted him, then paused before continuing, "That time we bumped into each other on the stairs, your mom smiled at me when she saw me, but her face turned quite red. Do you know why? Because when she came upstairs, that man had his arm around her waist. The next morning, I noticed that the man didn't drive away until after nine o'clock. You can imagine how comfortable they were in the house all night! Haha!" He laughed as soon as he finished speaking. I stared at him seriously and asked, "Anything else?" "No, that's all." He stretched after laughing and answered after hearing my question. "Damn it!" I cursed inwardly, then got up and walked out. "Hey! Bro, if you want to know about your mom, come find me." He said casually to me without getting up as I was leaving. I ignored him and quickly slammed the door behind me. Wandering aimlessly through the neighborhood, I kept thinking about what Qi Bin had just told me. I knew the man he was talking about—it was my mother's manager, Qian Mingyuan. I was furious at wasting two thousand yuan on something so trivial to me, and silently cursed that scoundrel. After wandering around the neighborhood for a while, I glanced at my watch. It was already 8:30 PM. Realizing I wouldn't be able to find out where my mother was tonight, I headed towards the neighborhood gate. Just as I reached the gate, a Polo sedan drove in. "It's my mother's car!" Seeing the license plate, I was overjoyed and quickly dodged behind a tree by the roadside. After the car passed, I turned back and cautiously made my way to her residence. As I gradually closed the distance between us, I caught a glimpse of her outfit in the light of the streetlamp: a light blue sleeveless one-piece dress clung tightly to her body, the front of the top stretched taut, highlighting the perfect curve of her breasts. Her legs, encased in stockings, were long and shapely, the skirt extremely narrow, exposing at least half of her thighs, making her look both alluring and sexy.

Yet her demeanor remained elegant, without a trace of coquettishness, like a dignified and poised noblewoman, exuding a mature and noble aura. However, her expression was somewhat unusual, and her eyes shimmered with a hazy light. A faint blush also graced her cheeks. Bathed in light, her beautiful face glowed like a sunset, making her radiant. Seeing this, I suddenly realized. Judging from her expression, she had likely just been intimately entangled with someone, enjoying some intimate moments.

As I was lost in thought, a light cell phone rang. I startled, turning around and pulling out my phone. But then I realized it wasn't my phone ringing. Relieved, I heard my mother's voice: "What? She had something urgent and went out. What are you doing?" "Oh, it's her phone ringing." Thinking this, I continued pacing back and forth, listening to her conversation with the person on the other end of the line.

After a while, I heard her say again, "Oh, then you should go home early, so your wife won't worry." I don't know what she said on the other end, but her tone sounded somewhat affected: "What? Something really happened! If you don't believe me, that's fine!" After saying that, she went into the building.

Afraid she'd find out, I didn't follow. When the lights came on in her apartment, I was still standing downstairs, dumbfounded, thinking about what she had just said. Half an hour later, still unable to figure it out, I finally started walking upstairs. I had a vague feeling that tonight wouldn't be peaceful.

When I got to the sixth floor, I used my ID card to open the outer door of room 604 next to my mother's. This room hadn't been rented out yet, and the landlord rarely came. I knew all this from my mother when I stayed there last time. After going in, I left the door ajar and leaned against the wall, waiting quietly. I don't know how long I waited, but suddenly the sound of a car parking downstairs rang out. At this point, I was getting impatient and suddenly snapped out of my daze. I immediately opened the door a crack and peeked out.

My hunch was right; I saw Qian Mingyuan rushing upstairs. He knocked on my mother's door as soon as he reached it. Soon, my mother, who had changed her clothes and was now wearing a white tank top, black knee-length shorts, and slippers, opened the metal door. Seeing that it was Qian Mingyuan, she wasn't surprised. Instead, she stood by the porch and smiled slightly, saying, "Aren't you going home yet? Aren't you afraid your wife will make you kneel on a washboard?" "Hehe, for you, I'd kneel on a knife, let alone a washboard!" he said, putting his arm around my mother's waist and trying to push his foot inside. Just as the metal door was about to close, I rushed out of room 604. I immediately blocked the door with my fingers to leave a gap for me to peek through.

The two inside seemed to be in a hurry too, not even noticing whether the outer door was properly closed. They then began to make love in the living room. My mother had her eyes closed, while Qian Mingyuan slowly removed her white tank top, instantly revealing her bare, snow-white, round breasts. Looking at her breasts so close to him, he swallowed hard, not rushing into anything. Instead, he took my mother's slender, delicate hand and kissed it, sucking on each of her white, jade-like fingers.

My mother, her eyes still closed, blushed and enjoyed the sensation, feeling his smooth tongue lick and kiss her arm down to her armpit. Gradually, her breathing became rapid. After a while, he gently licked her ears, her nose, her phoenix eyes, and her cheeks, finally pressing his lips to hers, gently licking and kissing them. She then extended her own tongue. Their tongues intertwined, rolling in each other's mouths, and Qian Mingyuan sucked in the sweet saliva from my mother's mouth and swallowed it.

Moved, my mother then wrapped her two white, tender arms around his neck.

He kissed her while reaching out to knead her high, firm breasts. His skillful touch moved from the base of her breasts to the peaks, finally nibbling at her nipples with his fingers. My mother glanced at him shyly and then playfully thrust her chest forward. He carefully cupped one of her heavy breasts in his hands and immediately took it into his mouth. He licked and sucked the dark purple nipple gently at first, then more forcefully, occasionally nibbling at it. This teasing made my mother's body tremble with excitement. After a few minutes of licking and nibbling, he laid my mother, naked from the waist up, flat on the dining table and gently removed her black knee-length shorts and matching underwear. My mother, lying on the table, was flushed, her eyes glazed, her long, wavy hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her two high, firm breasts remained unaffected by her reclining position, her two dark purple nipples proudly erect. Her flat stomach and slender waist accentuated the roundness and size of her hips, and her two snow-white thighs were shyly crossed.

She even playfully teased Qian Mingyuan's already swollen penis through her underwear with her toes. He then knelt down between her legs and, without hesitation, lowered his head to kiss her vulva. With a series of soft, licking sounds, his tongue entered her vagina, and with his skillful tongue work, he quickly brought her to a pleasurable climax. Gushes of vaginal fluid flowed from her snow-white, full buttocks. Not only that, my mother continued to shake vigorously, rubbing her vulva tightly against his lips and tongue. He glanced up and saw my mother's face flushed, her eyes glazed with desire, her hands still kneading her high, firm breasts, which were already red and swollen from her rubbing. She was drenched in fragrant sweat with excitement. Having just experienced her first orgasm, she hadn't even had time to rest before Qian Mingyuan had already pulled down his pants, his thick penis thrusting towards her wet, moist vulva. He first rubbed the head of his penis against my mother's clitoris. Her most sensitive spot, stimulated so intensely, couldn't withstand the intense stimulation, and immediately, a series of increasingly loud moans escaped from her half-open lips: "Oh—oh—oh—ah—ah—ah—Mingyuan—no—good brother—you're doing this to me—you're so good at it—I've never felt this before—it's so comfortable—I'm flying!" Hearing my mother's captivating moans and seeing the half-open, beckoning opening of her vulva, Qian Mingyuan could no longer resist. He didn't even use the condom he always wore, and with a thrust of his hips, he plunged his thick penis all the way in, following the flow of my mother's secretions.

"Oh—ah!" they both cried out simultaneously. His large scrotum was pressed tightly against my mother's anus. He then began to slowly thrust his penis in and out of her, rhythmically. When he felt his penis was covered in my mother's vaginal fluid, he increased the speed of his thrusts, and the sounds of flesh colliding and the creaking of the dining table filled every corner of the living room.

He gripped my mother's slender waist and thrust powerfully, while my mother frantically shook her round, pert buttocks to meet his thrusts. Her fair thighs were tightly wrapped around his waist. After more than two hundred thrusts with their skillful coordination, she was brought to multiple orgasms, and her vaginal fluid seeped out from the crevice between their bodies. At the same time, Qian Mingyuan also reached his climax, thrusting his hips forward with all his might, ejaculating into my mother's uterus.

At the moment of his ejaculation, my mother's whole body arched, trembling uncontrollably, and her lower body became soaking wet. When Qian Mingyuan withdrew his penis and lay panting on top of my mother, she was limp, covered in sweat, and panting heavily. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

A few minutes later, after catching his breath, Qian Mingyuan got up from my mother and walked to the bathroom. When he came out, he was holding some tissues. He used the tissues to wipe his penis clean before putting on his pants. At this moment, my mother, still lying on the square dining table, said softly to him, "Okay, you should go home now!" "Hehe, I'll carry you back to the bedroom first." He said as he picked her up from the table, having already put on his pants and zipped them up, and then went into the bedroom. Not long after, I heard him say to my mother, "Then I'm leaving, goodnight!" Knowing that he was coming out, I quietly closed the metal door and quickly ran back to room 604 next door. He also quickly went out, went downstairs, and left.

"She's getting more and more lewd. Looks like she slept with two men tonight alone. Whew!" I sighed inwardly. After hearing Qian Mingyuan drive away downstairs, I quietly left room 604. I closed the outer door and went straight downstairs.

(Chapter 36)

Dark clouds hung in the sky, and the wind and rain were fierce. Outside the window, the howling wind raged relentlessly. Raindrops the size of soybeans pelted the tightly closed windows and doors with a pattering sound. Inside, I lay lazily on the bed, a cigarette dangling from my lips. The ashtray on the bedside table was overflowing with cigarette butts. Several empty beer bottles lay on the floor. But I paid no attention to them, staring blankly at the television across the street, which was broadcasting the news.

It was the afternoon of my sixth day back in Ningzhou. Unfortunately, the typhoon had struck the city the night before last. Having never seen such a violent storm before, I lost interest after observing it for a whole day. I stayed cooped up in my hotel room, not venturing out. The television continuously broadcast the latest typhoon updates. According to the reports, the damned typhoon would leave by midnight tonight at the latest, or by tomorrow morning at the latest, continuing its northward movement.

Another cigarette burned out, and I promptly tossed it into the ashtray. Then I rose and stood by the window, gazing outside.

At that moment, the view outside was the domain of water, the world of wind. But I also saw that even in such terrible weather, there were still people and cars moving back and forth on the road. Especially the pedestrians, perhaps busy with their livelihoods, wearing raincoats of various colors and carrying umbrellas of all kinds, like chess pieces lost in the wind and rain. And on the rooftops of a few gray buildings not far away, a few stray white doves stood motionless, their heavy hearts appearing even heavier in the rain.

"Do not listen to the sound of rain pattering through the forest, why not chant and stroll leisurely? Bamboo staff and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who's afraid? A straw raincoat and misty rain are all I need for a lifetime. The chilly spring breeze awakens me from my drunken stupor, slightly cold. The slanting sun on the mountaintop welcomes me. Looking back at the desolate place I came from, I return, where there is neither wind nor rain, neither sunshine nor gloom." For some reason, I inexplicably recited Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo".

When I was little, my mother, who worked at the county's Bureau of Commerce, started urging me to memorize Tang and Song dynasty poems. At that time, I was young and resented her methods. So my memorization was like "a little monk chanting scriptures, all talk and no action." However, as I memorized more, these well-known ancient poems gradually imprinted themselves in my mind. I gradually got used to my mother's demands and stopped finding them troublesome. As I grew older, these elegant and meaningful poems attracted me even more. For example, this poem, "Ding Feng Bo," is about Su Shi, a man whose official career was full of ups and downs and hardships. Although he experienced negativity and resentment, he always maintained an optimistic and open-minded nature.

This poem reflects his calm attitude and broad-mindedness. Even I, a modern person, can't help but admire and yearn for it.

"If I were in ancient times, I would probably only be a weak and impoverished scholar!" I thought to myself with a wry smile for a while. Then, lost in thought, I realized that I am still me, and my mother is still my mother.

But in the past year, she has changed a lot, and so have I. We can never go back to the innocent days of childhood—and sure enough, the wind and rain stopped the next day, and the clouds dispersed. I tidied myself up and left my hotel room around noon to eat at a fast-food restaurant downstairs. Afterwards, I took a taxi to the Jiefang Road pedestrian shopping street in the city center.

There, I strolled leisurely through various shops and malls, admiring the dazzling array of goods. Before I knew it, it was two o'clock in the afternoon. Feeling a little tired, I randomly found a coffee shop and ordered an iced coffee. Then I lazily leaned back in a sofa chair, resting quietly.

Not long after, a mature woman with lightly painted eyebrows, a touch of makeup, and a graceful figure, carrying several brand-name clothing bags, walked into the coffee shop. Seeing this woman made my eyes widen. Because she was Fan Jinyan, the woman I had spied on with my mother and Jiang Zihui and Yao Biao during their lewd activities. Just as I was about to duck and hide, it was too late. She had already spotted me and was smiling as she walked towards my seat. Seeing this, I stopped trying to avoid her and accepted it with a "what's done is done" attitude.

"Xiao Jun, right? Do you still recognize me?" she asked with a smile, standing beside my seat. "Of course, hello Aunt Fan!" I replied with a smile. "Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, putting her bag on the floor. "Please sit down, Auntie," I said graciously, waving for a waiter.

"A glass of iced orange juice," she ordered when the waiter arrived. Then, sitting opposite me, she took out a wet wipe and wiped her slightly sweaty face. "Auntie, you bought so many clothes?" I asked. "Women, like me, who are getting older, need to pay attention to their appearance, so I need more clothes!" she replied, touching up her makeup after wiping her sweat. After saying that, she asked me with a hint of curiosity, "I don't think your mother mentioned you were coming? Could it be that you—"

"Hehe." I laughed awkwardly, blushing slightly, and answered softly, "I came secretly, without telling her." "Hehe, you naughty child! I'll call your mother later." Hearing my answer, she chuckled sweetly. "Auntie, please don't tell her, okay?" Hearing her say that, I clasped my hands together, feigning a pitiful look, and pleaded. "Hehe, seeing you like that, alright, alright! Auntie won't tell." Seeing my reaction, she said with a smile.

We chatted like this, one sentence after another. She seemed to have an ability to connect with people anytime, anywhere; every gesture, every smile, exuded the infinite charm of a mature woman. During our conversation, I gradually learned some of her basic information. She was thirty-seven years old and used to work as a switchboard operator in the machine room of Ningzhou Ocean Fishery Company.

Later, after the company's restructuring, she was laid off and became an insurance agent. She also has a nine-year-old son who attends a private boarding school in the provincial capital. Her husband is a year older than her and works at a private ship repair factory. Because of the heavy workload at the factory, he can only come home to rest on weekends. Her son didn't come home for summer vacation either, but stayed with his grandparents in the provincial capital.

Time flew by, and we, who were getting along better and better, ended up having dinner at the coffee shop. During dinner, she kept looking at me with that bold and alluring gaze. "No way? Is she interested in me?" I thought to myself, and started to feel a little restless, but on the surface, I remained calm.

By the time we finished dinner, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening. At this time, she said softly to me, "Can you do me a favor? I want to go to the supermarket to buy some things later. Will you come with me?" "No problem!" I agreed without thinking, and at the same time, I was already overjoyed. I paid the bill, then helped her carry the bags, and we left the coffee shop together.

Once we entered the supermarket, the crowd gradually thickened. She and I ascended the slowly moving escalator, the throng of people resembling flowing, viscous lava. I deliberately pressed myself close behind her, never leaving her side on the gentle escalator. She could feel my warm breath swirling around her neck. As the crowd moved slowly, I, determined to test her, used my free hand to press against her buttocks, my palm caressing her cleft. To my surprise, she didn't react at all, and even slightly leaned her lower body against my audacious hand. Only when the escalator reached its destination did I reluctantly release her hand.

She made a considerable purchase at the supermarket, while I, like her follower and bodyguard, carried the shopping cart full of groceries. Forty minutes later, she finished shopping and we left the supermarket together, carrying our purchases. As the taxi started moving, I would occasionally lean forward from the back seat, cracking jokes and blowing my warm breath into her ear, making her turn her face away in ticklishness.

The taxi arrived at her apartment complex in about twenty minutes. Without her asking, I busied myself carrying her bags and diligently helping her carry her purchases upstairs. We carried the various small but not heavy paper and plastic bags like ants carrying house, our hands so busy we couldn't even find a free hand to press the elevator button. Luckily, I reacted quickly, pressing the elevator button with my elbow and entering the elevator, into that empty, cramped space.

My restless heart softened and became moist, so I touched the hem of her skirt with my leg, a soft, ticklish sensation, and inhaled the rich rose scent of her hair. "Hmph! What a naughty boy!" she finally couldn't help herself, and said with a shy, coquettish tone. After saying that, she tried to turn her back, but I was already aroused by her flirtatious posture, and I quickly brought my face close to hers, so close. My mouth searched for her lips, caressing them, then I used the tip of my tongue to part her lips and slowly penetrate them.

Her lips were hot and moist, and I was overjoyed, so I fiercely locked her in again. After struggling a few times, she began to move her tongue to meet mine. Suddenly, the bell rang, and the elevator stopped at her floor. I sucked hard one last time before releasing my lips. She saw the bright red lipstick on my lips and giggled, gesturing to me with her lips. After we entered her house, she put her things away and handed me a tissue, saying, "Wipe your mouth! You naughty boy." When I wiped my mouth and tried to hug her again, she pressed her finger to my lips and said sweetly, "Don't be in such a hurry!

I'm going to change. Wait for me a moment." Then she drifted into the bedroom.

Ten minutes later, she called out, "Come in!" So I quickly went into the bedroom.

She was wearing a thin, short nightgown. Through the white silk fabric, anyone with normal vision could see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her firm breasts stood out prominently in the delicate fabric of the nightgown, so thin it was almost transparent. She walked towards me, so close that her nipples might have lightly touched me. At that moment, I could almost feel her heat emanating from under the dress, the rich, pleasant scent of her hair, and her moist, vibrant lips that made me lose my senses.

Suddenly, she began to embrace me passionately, her full, firm breasts pressed against my body, her fleshy red lips greedily seeking my tongue. I, on the other hand, breathed heavily like a powerful wild beast. After a while, my hands were around her shoulders, while her hands were around my waist, her fingers unintentionally resting on my lower body. We embraced tightly, like immortals merging into one, moving with small, hesitant steps toward the bed.

It's unclear who laid whom on the soft bed. At first, I lay quietly, letting her explore and caress me. She hurriedly unbuttoned my short-sleeved shirt and loosened my belt, then grabbed me, her smooth body pressing against me, her delicate tongue, skillfully gliding from her mouth like a snake's whiskers, licking my chest and lips, and finally, she flipped me over and straddled me.

Slowly, she took off my short-sleeved shirt, her eyes burning with a captivating intensity as she stared at me. She unbuttoned my jeans, revealing a mound between my legs, a faint shadow beneath my white underwear accentuating its allure. Seeing this, she removed my underwear, exposing my naked body. My penis, now released, throbbed and instantly became erect, a thick tuft of hair obediently circling it, the large glans smooth as satin, as if greeting her.

She then lowered her head, her long tongue rapidly licking my chest and nipples. It felt as if one tongue had multiplied into two or three, making me feel as if every nerve ending was being covered by countless tongues. She continued to lick me, soft moans escaping her lips in excitement.

Her licking felt so good, my blood was rushing through my veins, my penis was already throbbing and ready to burst, a little bit of glistening semen had leaked from the glans. Her tongue moved down from my neck, past my breasts and abdomen, licking until it touched my pubic hair, then stopped there. She started from the base of my penis, slowly licking upwards, her tongue curling to lick away the glistening spot on the glans, before finally swallowing it whole. As her mouth moved incessantly, her hips bounced up and down, her hands gripping the base of my penis tightly, stroking it urgently and passionately. After

a while, she suddenly stopped what she was doing, leaned back, lifted the hem of her robe with one hand, bent her knees, and brought her crotch towards me. My penis was erect as a stick, poking and probing near her vulva, unable to find its way in. In her haste, she used her hand to push it aside, aiming it at her already open vulva. The moment we touched, I felt a warm, wet flow. She shifted her body forward, swallowing my penis whole, then sat up straight, moaning with pleasure atop me. Our bodies merged instantly.

"Oh, oh, Auntie, so good, so good!" I whispered with pleasure, holding Fan Jinyan's waist and thrusting my penis upwards rapidly. Perhaps it was because I hadn't done it for many days, or perhaps I was just too excited this time, but the sensation came incredibly quickly. After two or three minutes of thrusting, I groaned, ejaculating all my semen into her body. She reached her first orgasm the instant I ejaculated, crying out,

"So good!" Then she clung to me with both hands and feet, frantically thrusting her hips from top to bottom, making lewd "sizzling" sounds. Then, as if using all her strength, she desperately pressed against my penis, and a warm current rushed up my glans.

The brief act of intercourse had drained most of our strength. Although my penis remained firmly inserted deep inside her, I lacked the energy to continue. So, I pulled her down, letting her lie on top of me. She held me, silent for a long time. After a while, she sighed deeply, gently stroking my cheek with her fingers, and said, "It feels so good, so long since I've tasted this. So comfortable!" "Heh, you slut! Don't fool me!" I thought to myself, but didn't say a word.

A few minutes later, looking at her slightly closed eyes, I couldn't resist kissing her lips, red from the engorgement. She didn't speak, still kissing me with her eyes closed. Her soft hands caressed my bare back. Gradually, my lips left those alluring lips and slowly moved downwards. I licked her fair neck with my broad, nimble tongue, causing her to involuntarily move her body and let out low moans.

Soon, we were naked and began our second sexual intercourse. I thrust into her with all my might, caressing her breasts with irresistible caresses, my mouth lingering between her nipples. I extended my tongue, gently enveloping each nipple, sucking it into my mouth; its tip was slightly protruding, and my tongue traced its contours. She seemed unable to bear the deep, tingling sensation, involuntarily clutching my buttocks, two fingers lightly teasing between my buttocks, like gently tickling someone.

I greedily sucked and touched, while my penis remained erect inside her wet vagina, feeling its warmth. Under my teasing, she gradually lost her senses. She clung tightly to my body, her head tilted back, revealing her snow-white neck, moaning incessantly, "Oh—so beautiful—oh—I want you to eat it—oh—I want you to touch it—oh—so comfortable—baby—don't stop—I want you—oh—I want you—baby—oh—so beautiful—really so beautiful!" Hearing her lewd moans, I became even more excited. I propped myself up slightly with one hand, arched my back, and opened my mouth to take her entire breast into my mouth. Although no matter how hard I tried, I could only take in part of her breast, I still desperately sucked on that big thing, which gave her an intense sucking sensation and a feeling of being tightened, which gave her even greater pleasure.

Suddenly, she grabbed my head tightly with her hands, pressing my head down onto her breast, while her body twisted and turned. With her twisting body, the slippery walls of her vagina rubbed against my penis rapidly, giving me an almost suffocating pleasure.

And she, writhing wildly, experienced her second orgasm. After a few rapid twists, she released her grip on my head, which had nearly suffocated me, and gasped for breath. Her vagina contracted rhythmically with her breathing, gushing out streams of vaginal fluid onto my glans. At that moment, my penis hardened again inside her, and a powerful surge of desire coursed through me, making my blood boil and my veins throb. I moved my hands away from her full, white breasts and onto her hips, then knelt between her legs, thrusting my penis into her for the second time.

This time, my movements weren't as violent as before. I slowly withdrew my now-erect penis from her body, then thrust it fully back into her vagina.

And so, I thrust into her forcefully, each stroke drawing out a large amount of white semen and vaginal fluid from her vagina. She was completely lost in the pleasure of our intercourse. As I withdrew my penis, she took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily with each powerful thrust, making soft moaning sounds.

After a while of this vigorous thrusting, I began to feel exhausted. I lay back on top of her, biting down on the nipple I had just fondled, while my penis moved rapidly and gently inside her. My buttocks pressed against her, making "plop plop" sounds, and thick, white fluid oozed from our point of contact, flowing down her plump buttocks and soaking the sheets beneath her. As

I moved rapidly inside her, she, who had been lying sprawled on the bed panting, was slowly overwhelmed by the pleasure again. She spread her legs wide, lifting them onto me, then bent them and wrapped them tightly around my waist, simultaneously lifting her buttocks to meet my thrusts. And so, like conjoined twins, we writhed and thrashed, each thrust accompanied by intense pleasure.

After a while, I felt my strength returning, so I climbed off her, remaining kneeling, and used my hands to separate her legs that were wrapped around my waist. Then, holding her legs, I thrust into her with all my might. This time, I thrust more thoroughly and more violently. So much so that I could hear the simultaneous sounds of my thrusting, the slapping of my abdomen against her buttocks, her moans, and the creaking of the bed beneath me.

A cacophony of sounds filled the air, blending into the most lewd and intoxicating chorus. With each sound, a wave of pleasure, stronger than the last, surged from my penis. I knew I was about to ejaculate, so I bent down, lifted her buttocks, and began to thrust my body violently, my penis pounding into her already overflowing, wet vagina. She seemed to sense my impending ejaculation, desperately thrusting her hips upwards, letting out frantic "ah ah" cries. Then I felt a tingling sensation run down my spine, reaching my brain. My penis then throbbed uncontrollably inside her, and with each throbbing, hot semen shot deep into her vagina, into the space that had once nurtured life—04-10
(Chapter 37)

Early morning, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the curtains. On the soft bed, naked, Fan Jinyan and I were once again rolling around, engaged in vigorous activity. Last night we did it three times in total, besides the two times in bed. The other time was in the bathroom, when we were showering together. There, I fucked her for a full hour before ejaculating on her breasts.

"Ah—Xiaojun—you're hurting me!" Her seductive voice was enough to drive any man mad, and I was no exception. Looking at the beautiful, alluring woman beneath me, I was filled with an indescribable excitement. I thrust rapidly, savoring the immense pleasure her voluptuous, white flesh gave me. Sweat dripped from my forehead, falling onto Fan Jinyan's body.

She seemed to feel her vagina was being torn apart by my penis, and she clung tightly to me, her face upturned, moaning wildly. After a while, as wave after wave of vaginal fluid gushed from her lower body, she trembled uncontrollably, letting out a wanton cry, and fiercely raised her round, white buttocks, finally reaching the peak of sexual climax. My movements grew faster and more intense. After a frenzied onslaught, I let out a muffled groan, my trembling buttocks thrusting forward repeatedly, finally achieving immense satisfaction and release on her body.

Another round of sex ended, our breaths rising and falling in sync. A few minutes later, I rolled over and lay on my back on the bed, closing my eyes and breathing heavily, a comfortable feeling spreading through my body. Next to me, Fan Jinyan's hair was disheveled, and sweat clung tightly to her forehead, her rosy face flushed with desire, and her beautiful body exuded a faint fragrance.

After a while, I heard her say in a seductive voice, "Xiao Jun, you're so amazing! From last night until now, you've made me feel like I'm dying every time." Hearing her words, I opened my eyes and turned to look at her mature, charming, and alluring white body, which I had just violated. I couldn't help but reach out and knead her fair and full breasts, deliberately putting on an adult's face and joking, "Auntie, you're really too beautiful. Every time you make me feel like I'm about to die from exhaustion, I really don't want to get off you!"

As soon as I finished speaking, she blushed and said coquettishly, "You still know I'm your aunt! What will you do if my husband finds out what you've done to me!" I ignored her words and instead reached out and kneaded her charming breasts hard.

"Ah, be gentle!" she reminded me shyly. Even so, she thrust her chest out even higher, wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and looked at me with a very serious expression. Seeing her so serious, I smiled and asked, "What's wrong?" "Um, nothing. Are you hungry? Auntie will get up and make you breakfast." She glanced at me for a moment, then smiled and said this.

Watching her put on her bathrobe and gracefully walk away, I couldn't help but compare her to my mother. My mother's face was naturally beautiful, like a fairy; she was beautiful and charming. My mother had an elegant demeanor and dignified bearing, while she was alluring and captivating. My mother had a voluptuous and mature figure; she was alluring and beautiful. In these aspects, they each had their own unique characteristics, making it difficult to say who was better. But there was one thing where they were comparable:

their intense desire for sex. Just thinking about how Fan Jinyan, after only meeting me twice, couldn't wait to pull me into bed for a passionate encounter, is enough to determine how promiscuous and decadent her private life is. And my mother, although she was sometimes forced into it, didn't she always end up coquettishly accepting and unable to extricate herself?

After breakfast, I got up to say goodbye. In the entryway, with the outer door already open, I reminded her again not to reveal my whereabouts to my mother. She smiled sweetly and agreed. We lingered at the door for a while longer before finally parting ways. I turned and took the elevator downstairs, watching the indicator lights flash, still thinking about what she had said to me during breakfast. Her husband was useless and incompetent, she had to earn the entire house herself; her son didn't study hard at school, causing her to be called in by the teacher every now and then; some colleagues at the company weren't very ethical. These various things, completely unrelated to me, sounded strangely meaningful.

Furthermore, she let slip a little something about my mother and Qian Mingyuan. Actually, last night, after we made love for the third time in the bathroom and went back to the bedroom to sleep, I couldn't control myself and blurted out the whole purpose of my visit to her. But surprisingly, she didn't laugh at my behavior; instead, she gave me some advice.

"That's just how life is for us women. If we marry well, that's fine, but if we marry a useless, incompetent man, then it's like drinking water—only the fish knows if it's hot or cold. Besides, your mother is divorced and came to Ningzhou alone to work. After a while, she'll need a man's care. You young people don't have enough experience; how can you understand us women, especially women like your mother and me who are already mothers?" That's exactly what she said to me last night. To be honest, this is the first time I've seen a woman so eloquently defending both my mother and her own promiscuous behavior. And it probably won't be the last, because she's right. I'm still young, and in this vast world, there are countless women like her.

I've already encountered two, and there might be another like Zhuge Shanshan. Can I guarantee that Zhuge Shanshan will always be the same towards me? Thinking about my mother and Xia Xia from before, Qian Mingyuan now, Chen Kai who coerced her, Wu Zhongfa who made money-for-sex deals, and Jiang Zihui of Mingda Shipping. And then thinking about Fan Jinyan, a woman even worse than my mother. I lost all hope. Besides, didn't I myself succumb to Fan Jinyan's temptations? "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you." I understand this simple principle.

Getting back to the point, in Fan Jinyan's view, my mother and Qian Mingyuan's affair was already the talk of the town in their sales department, known to everyone. In Fan Jinyan's words, Qian Mingyuan was simply a super lecher. He was forty-eight years old and used to work for the Ningzhou municipal government. Because of his handsome appearance and beautiful handwriting, he was noticed by the mayor at the time and transferred to work at the grassroots level to facilitate future promotion.

Not only that, the mayor even took him as his son-in-law. However, his good days didn't last long. The mayor died of a sudden heart attack a year and a half after Qian Mingyuan had been sent to work at the grassroots level. Having lost this powerful patron, Qian Mingyuan was expelled from the Party and dismissed from his public office for corruption, bribery, and lifestyle issues. Only because the head of the disciplinary committee handling the case was a former subordinate of his father-in-law, was he spared legal punishment out of consideration for the family. Afterwards, he divorced the mayor's daughter and went to Shenzhen to seek his fortune. Six years ago, he returned to Ningzhou with his wife from Shenzhen and got a job at Huasheng Insurance. He rose through the ranks, becoming the sales manager three years ago, a position he holds to this day.

As for why he's called a super lecher, Fan Jinyan has an explanation: Qian Mingyuan reportedly carries condoms with him every day. I know this too; didn't he use condoms during those times I had sex with my mother? In the office, he always leered at the new female sales representatives and the female clerks in the department. In the three years he's been a department manager, he's ruined many women. In other words, from vibrant, beautiful young women of eighteen or nineteen to glamorous, mature women in their forties or fifties, he would try every means to sleep with any of them who caught his eye. Fan Jinyan was certain of this, because she frankly admitted to me that she had slept with Qian Mingyuan several times when she first joined the company.

He only ended the relationship with her after he got tired of her. When I heard all this, I asked Fan Jinyan, "Isn't that guy afraid his second wife will cause trouble at the company if she finds out?" Her answer was even more astonishing: "Hmph! What's he afraid of? They're the older brother, don't laugh at the younger brother. You know, he became our manager because his wife slept with the big boss of Huasheng Insurance! That slut!

I heard she used to work at some nightclub in Shenzhen. Do you think there are any good people there? Now, they're each doing their own thing, you're clinging to your rich man, I'm playing with my woman, nobody interferes. Xiaojun! Sometimes you should try to persuade your mother, there's no future in being with a man like that. She should get to know more wealthy bosses—" "This woman, isn't she like someone pointing at a monk and cursing a bald monk? And calling someone else a slut. Sigh! Confucius was right, 'Women and petty men are the most difficult to deal with!'" At that moment, sitting in the taxi, I thought to myself. Then, I glanced sideways at the fairly attractive female driver beside me, and a mischievous thought crossed my mind:

"Heh heh, I wonder if she does prostitution?" The taxi's stereo was playing Tsai Chin's "The Forgotten Time." The subtly melancholic lyrics, Tsai Chin's warm and resonant baritone voice, and her captivating vocals gradually drew me into memories. For a moment, I couldn't help but softly sing along: "The joyful scenes in my memory slowly surface in my mind, the gently falling rain keeps pattering against my window—" Back at the hotel, my back and legs aching from the previous night's wanton revelry, I lay back down on the bed and slept soundly. I slept very soundly, not waking until after 5 pm.

I got up, took a cold shower, and then dialed the number Fan Jinyan had given me. She answered almost immediately. The sound on the other end of the phone was a bit noisy; she sounded like she was on the street. I heard her raise her voice and ask, "Hello, what's up, Xiaojun?" "Hehe, Auntie, why can I only call you when I need something? Can't I call just because I miss you? Okay, in that case, I'll hang up!" I teased her, feigning flippancy. "Hey, don't hang up, don't hang up." At this point, the noise on the other end quieted down considerably; she had probably gone into a store. After she finished speaking, she paused, took a breath, and continued, "I was waiting for a taxi to go home! You missed me, didn't you? Why don't you come to my house? I'll cook you dinner, okay?" "Hehe." I chuckled, then continued, "No need, I just want to ask you about my mom's whereabouts tonight. So, do you know?" Hearing this, she giggled, "You naughty boy, are you addicted to following your mom? Luckily I'm not your mom, otherwise I wouldn't have any privacy at all!" I didn't argue, just waited quietly for her answer.

After laughing for a while, she agreed, "Okay, then. Your mom didn't come to the company today. I'll call her later and then tell you, okay?" "Okay! I'll hang up now, thank you!" Without waiting for her to say anything more, I hung up the phone and took out a cigarette. Amidst the swirling smoke, my thoughts drifted. Undeniably, as I grew older, and being in my adolescence, I developed inexplicable and inappropriate desires for my elegant and beautiful mother. And after witnessing her having sex with other men so many times, these thoughts only intensified. The word "incest" would frequently appear deep within my mind. This

burdened me heavily, because I knew perfectly well that if I did such a thing and it became known, my mother and I would be condemned and ridiculed by relatives, classmates, friends, and even the general public, ordinary people, and moralists. Besides, I had received an education and lived in a human society with social rules, laws, and morality. No matter how much I desired it, I could not commit such a shameful act that violated ethical norms. Several times, I would indulge in a kind of self-deception, like Ah Q in Lu Xun's story: "Don't think that just because you can sleep with my mother, she loves me the most!

Her own son!" But what good would that do? She tirelessly continues her dalliances with men I know and those I don't yet know, seemingly without end. Perhaps this won't end until she's old and her youth has faded. But for me, that forbidden thought remains deeply ingrained in my heart, like a persistent, inescapable affliction. Perhaps having sex with Fan Jinyan was the culmination of this complex emotion.

Just as my mind was a jumble of thoughts, shrouded in smoke, a crisp ringtone interrupted my reverie. I picked it up and saw a text message from Fan Jinyan. It read: "Your mom said she has no plans tonight, but she invited me to 'Bashu Lou' for dinner tomorrow night. Things might change then, I'll let you know later." I quickly replied. A moment later, she replied again:

"Okay, then book a private room there tomorrow." After finalizing things with her via text, I went to the window and started smoking. As I savored the subtle yet rich aroma of the Zhonghua cigarette in my mouth, I gazed into the distance. The sunset glowed a rosy hue, the sky mirroring my own heart. A tapestry of vibrant colors, a breathtaking spectacle.

"Life, ah!" I muttered absentmindedly, a cigarette dangling from my lips, chin tucked under my hand, eyes fixed on something. As soon as I said it, I shook my head, feeling a bit bored, and added softly, "It's still a long way off!"

(Chapter 38)

Time flew by, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon the next day. I took a taxi to "Bashu Lou." As the name suggested, it was a restaurant specializing in Sichuan cuisine. Once inside, I asked a waiter to open the door to a private room, then went inside and sat down. A little while later, the waiter brought tea and a menu. I took the menu, glanced at it briefly, and then roughly ordered a few famous Sichuan dishes and two bottles of cola. I waved the waiter away and continued to wait.

Half an hour later, Fan Jinyan called, saying she had arrived early. I immediately left the private room and welcomed her in from outside the restaurant. She looked incredibly alluring today, wearing a blue and white patterned dress with a black belt with a metal buckle, pointed white high heels, and light flesh-colored stockings. Her long, flowing hair added to her captivating charm.

"Your mom will be here soon. What are you planning to do?" Fan Jinyan asked me softly after sitting down. "Hehe, what can I do?" I replied, adjusting my posture, and then countered, "Did my mom tell you where you'd be going after dinner yesterday?" "No, but I have a feeling she might be with someone surnamed Qian." Her conclusion surprised me, so I asked her why. She smiled mysteriously and said, "A woman's intuition." Looking at her delicate, exquisite face, a ripple of emotion stirred within me; my face flushed, and my lower body uncontrollably hardened. She noticed my embarrassment, then blushed and said in a soft, seductive voice, "Not here. If you want, come to my place tonight."

I nodded, then took out a cigarette and lit it—the vibrant red, steaming dishes; the creamy white foam of the draft beer; the waiter's Mandarin with its thick Sichuan accent; and on one side of the restaurant, a man and two women sitting together, eating, drinking, and chatting with great interest. This was the scene I saw an hour later when I secretly opened the door to the private room. The man was Qian Mingyuan, and next to him sat my mother. I hadn't seen her for several days, and my mother, meticulously dressed, was quite striking. Her long eyelashes curled upwards, her large phoenix eyes were painted with slightly shimmering eyeshadow, she wore a black, tight-fitting, sleeveless short dress with long black tassels hanging from her waist, and high-heeled sandals with buckles. Her full breasts stood like mountains, the nipples almost visible at the peaks, and her voluptuous waist swayed seductively.

I had already finished eating in the private room, so I leaned against the crack in the door, peeking at them eating and drinking in the main hall. Before I knew it, the three of them had downed four or five pitchers of ice-cold beer. A few blushes rose on my mother's fair face, and her large, watery eyes shone with a strong sense of spring. Her voice became softer and slower, carrying an indescribable allure. However, I was too far away to hear her clearly. Fan Jinyan, on the other hand, didn't blush at all; in fact, she seemed even paler. Her speech was unrestrained, sometimes laughing loudly, sometimes drinking heavily, her large, flirtatious eyes constantly glancing at Qian Mingyuan and my mother sitting next to her.

Qian Mingyuan, slightly tipsy and with a flushed face, made no attempt to hide his flirting with Fan Jinyan, his hands shamelessly around my mother. Watching the three of them drinking and chatting so happily was quite a spectacle. Alone, I felt no anger; instead, I smiled wryly, observing them with amusement.

Just then, I don't know what Fan Jinyan said with a laugh, but my mother and Qian Mingyuan raised their glasses and exchanged toasts. From a distance, they both appeared quite drunk. My mother, in particular, had hazy, intoxicated eyes that seemed to drown out all of a man's ambition. After they finished their toasts, Fan Jinyan glanced towards my private room, as if to make me watch closely. Then she turned back to my mother and Qian Mingyuan, chatting and laughing.

Around eight o'clock, they finished their dinner. Just as my mother, accompanied by Qian Mingyuan, went to pay the bill, Fan Jinyan quietly slipped into my private room, hooked her arm around mine

, and said in a sweet, seductive voice, "See? They might be going to a hotel later. Do you still want to go with them?" Feeling her soft, full breasts pressing against my arm, I was somewhat dazed and immediately replied, "No, you go home first! I'll come to your place later." "Hehe, then I'll wait for you! You little rascal!" she said, tapping my head with her finger before swaying away gracefully. "Damn it! Just wait and see how I deal with you!" I thought viciously to myself.

About ten minutes after they left, I called the waiter to pay the bill. Then I left the restaurant, took a taxi straight to Fan Jinyan's house. In the car, I gazed at the bustling, vibrant night scene outside the window, lost in thought. It really was a bit unbelievable, after all, what happened to me wasn't something most people could experience. On one hand, I harbored filthy thoughts of violating my mother; on the other hand, I was completely indifferent to her repeated affairs with other men, and even enjoyed stalking and spying on her.

Sometimes I even wondered if I was going crazy. Fortunately, there were two women, Zhuge Shanshan and Fan Jinyan, who allowed me to vent my desires. They provided some relief from this complex mix of emotions and heavy pressure—a dim light shone down from the ceiling light, scattering across the floor. In the living room, a snow-white, full buttock lay before me, my penis moving in and out of the vagina between her buttocks, making a secret "slapping" sound. This woman, who had lifted her skirt to reveal her plump, white buttocks, was Fan Jinyan. Just half an hour earlier, aroused by her at the restaurant, I had pounced on her like a madman upon entering her house, pushing her to the ground, then lifting her skirt and struggling to remove her underwear.

Seeing my eagerness, she smiled coquettishly, then took a breath and said, "Let me do it." She bent her legs slightly and gently pulled down her white panties. I pulled out my erect penis and thrust it into her familiar, already experienced vagina.

Her vagina wasn't fully lubricated yet, and I felt a slight dryness as I entered. The friction between her vagina and my penis caused me some pain, and she frowned slightly, saying, "Be gentle, don't rush, okay?" Hearing this, I slowly began to move inside her, while my hands wandered to the shoulder straps of her dress.

She noticed my intention and grabbed me with her soft, white hands, whispering seductively, "You little rascal! I'll take it off myself!" When her white body was revealed, I couldn't wait any longer and bent down, biting down on her alluring nipple. Her body trembled, and she let out a soft "humph." Her grip on me loosened, allowing me to ravage her breasts. I sucked hard on her nipple, just as I had suckled on my mother's nipple as a baby, even though nothing was coming out now, I still tried my best.

Perhaps I was sucking too hard, because soon she let out a painful groan, clutching my head and saying, "Gently, gently!" Hearing this, I released the nipple I had been lingering on, and my tongue circled the dark brown areola. In no time, her breast was covered in my saliva. Then I abandoned that breast and turned to attack the other. My hands touched the wet nipple, licking, eating, sucking, and biting wantonly on her body. All of this brought her immense pleasure. Her breathing gradually became rapid, and her body began to twist irregularly. Her hand touched my buttocks, and she said with difficulty,

"You little rascal! Move, move! I feel so uncomfortable." I also felt warm, wet currents rushing towards my penis from her honey hole. Then I lifted my buttocks and inserted my entire penis inside her. I then climbed on top of her, sucking on her breasts while moving rapidly.

Perhaps it was because she was secreting too much vaginal fluid, but each thrust brought out a considerable amount of white liquid. I was moving quickly, panting heavily from the exertion. Fan Jinyan began to moan and cry out, "Oh—oh—so good—so good—harder—harder—oh—oh—harder—harder—I feel so good—so good!" Watching her full lips utter such wanton sounds, I suddenly felt an urge to kiss her lips, so I lowered my body and brought my face close to hers. She cooperated by lifting her head, twisting her body as she passionately kissed my lips. Our tongues skillfully teased, stirred, and sucked within each other's mouths, greedily consuming each other's saliva.

After a while, my mouth left her lips, but my penis remained inside her. With her twisting movements, the friction between her vagina and penis increased, bringing waves of pleasure. I immediately lifted her buttocks with my hands and began to thrust wildly. As I moved violently, she clung to me tightly. We both moved frantically, simultaneously letting out cries of "Ah—ah—ah!"

Finally, after hundreds of thrusts, I suddenly grabbed her and shoved my penis deep into her vagina. A wave of tingling pleasure shot from my spine to my brain, and my penis uncontrollably ejaculated thick, white semen inside her. Afterward, I held her tightly, both of us breathing heavily. Sweat streamed down my face. After a while,

I pulled away from her, staring at her parted thighs and the white fluid flowing from her vulva. Suddenly, I felt a strong urge to examine it more closely. So I knelt down, parted her labia with my hands, and examined them. Her labia were much thicker than my mother's, and her pubic hair was much denser. Her entire vulva was dark brown, a stark contrast to the white fluid flowing from it. Just then, she covered her vulva, which was dripping with a mixture of my semen and her own vaginal fluid, and whispered to me, "Don't—it's too embarrassing." I scoffed at her feigned modesty, but after a moment's thought, I agreed, not wanting to embarrass her too much.

After resting for a while, Fan Jinyan stood up and put on her underwear with her back to me. The instant she raised her plump, white buttocks, I saw her labia, still dripping with a faint trace of vaginal fluid, and my desire was instantly aroused again. I then pushed her back onto the floor, ripped off the underwear she was about to put on, pulled out my still-erect penis, and thrust it into her honey pot. She was a little startled, twisting and struggling while asking shyly and anxiously, "What are you doing?" But when I finally guided my penis into her body, she gave up resisting, weakly and softly saying, "Don't do this, Xiaojun, let's take a shower first. We'll do it in the bedroom later!" But I didn't care. Holding her buttocks, my penis moved vigorously inside her, and our joined parts immediately made a "slapping" sound.

With my continuous efforts, she experienced pleasure again, and it seemed even more intense and pleasurable than before. I could only hear her shaking her head, letting out extremely seductive cries, mixed with the "slapping" and "splashing" sounds. Several tens of minutes later, we finally reached orgasm again, and I ejaculated inside her again—we were lying naked on the bed in the bedroom after showering. Fan Jinyan's head was resting on my arm, while I stared at the ceiling, feeling her soft and fragrant face against my skin.

After a while, I heard her ask softly, "What are you thinking about? You're not talking to me." "Nothing," I replied absentmindedly, then wriggled closer to her and asked, "Auntie, what did you two talk about when you were eating at 'Bashu Restaurant'?" "Hmph! You still call me 'Auntie' even after all this!" I heard her say with a light, slightly annoyed tone, while giving me a light tap on the chest. "Hehe, what else should I call you if not 'Auntie'?" I continued to ask with a smile.

"Just call me Yan'er! It sounds more friendly." After saying this, she put her arms around my neck.

She continued gently, "We didn't talk about much. That guy surnamed Qian wanted to come along, and your mother couldn't refuse, so she had to let him come. Actually, your mother invited me to dinner today mainly to thank me." "Thank you?" I asked curiously. "Mmm." She responded, pressing her head against my chest as she continued, "Do you remember? The first time I met you at the night market, there were three guys next to me. Two of them were heads of a shipping company, and their ships needed insurance. So I treated them to dinner that day.

Later, your mom stayed too, right? She helped me persuade those two shipping company heads. I didn't treat your mom badly; after closing that insurance deal, I gave her a kickback." "Persuade? I bet it was more like a physical assault! You're such a hypocrite, thinking I don't know!" I thought to myself, but aloud I asked her, "How much did you give my mom?"

"Thirty thousand yuan." She nestled against me and replied without thinking. "You're so generous. I thank you on behalf of my mom!" I said, stroking her arm. She gave me a seductive look, then asked with a smile, "So how are you thanking me, you little rascal!" "Hehe." I chuckled lewdly, flipping over and straddling her. Her soft, slippery body reignited my desire. She giggled, parting her legs and wrapping them around my waist. In an instant, our hairy genitals were pressed tightly together again, and my already somewhat erect penis pressed against her vulva. Suddenly, the bedroom was filled with moans and groans, a scene of passionate lovemaking.

(Chapter 39)

"Hey! Jun, when are you coming back?" "In a couple of days. What are you doing?" "I'm at work. Oh, come back soon! I miss you!" "Hehe, what do you miss about me?" "Ugh! I'll hang up now. Call me when you get back!" "Okay, I know." After hanging up on Zhuge Shanshan, I continued to lie lazily on the hotel bed. I had been in Ningzhou for twelve days, and there were only four days left until the start of school. These past few days, I've been having a passionate affair with Fan Jinyan, a woman nearly twenty years my senior.

Our lovemaking has left traces in her home and in my rented hotel room. Each time we make love, her skillful sexual techniques leave me in awe. So each time, I exhaust myself, relentlessly ravaging her. And she, almost every time, expresses her ecstatic, blissful state with her body and soft moans.

For me, Fan Jinyan's presence fills the void in my increasingly confused heart, a void caused by my illicit thoughts about my mother. In bed, we are lovers, but off-bed, she's like my sister, even my mother, making me nutritious soups and buying me new clothes. I once jokingly asked her if she saw me as a kept man. The question didn't anger her, but her next words made me ponder for a long time.

"Who doesn't want a happy marriage, a successful career, and well-behaved children? But reality is always like this.

I was doing well as a switchboard operator at the fishery company, and my husband worked in the same unit, holding a minor position in a subsidiary. Our combined income was quite good. But then the higher-ups announced state-owned enterprise reform, and everything changed. First, I was laid off. After more than ten years of service, I was given only 600 yuan a year, less than 10,000 yuan, and that was it. Not long after, my husband's company was acquired by a private company. He was laid off with a basic living allowance of 400 yuan a month. What's even more unexpected is that the area where we lived was going to undergo urban renewal, and the resettlement compensation we received was only 50,000 yuan. You have to understand that at that time, the housing price in Ningzhou was already 3,000 yuan per square meter!"

Those days still make me feel terrible. My son was still a baby, growing and needing formula. My husband and I were laid off, and our house was about to be demolished. We were so anxious, constantly sighing and worrying at home. Finally, I made the difficult decision to send our son to his grandparents in the provincial capital, paying them 400 yuan a month. After settling him in, my husband and I rented a small apartment in the suburbs and started looking for work separately. Luckily, I'm pretty! With that advantage, I quickly got a job as a salesperson at China Life Insurance. I worked there for two years, and after learning the industry's rules, I switched to Pacific Insurance for three years before coming to Huasheng, where I've been ever since. I don't need to go into the hardships along the way.

Now we have a new house, and life is stable. But what does that mean? Our son has lived with his grandparents since he was little and rarely comes home. He barely speaks to my husband and me. And my husband? He spends all his time holed up in the shipyard owned by his former apprentice. Aside from coming home for two days on weekends, he doesn't even want to talk to me when he's home. The child is too young to understand, so I don't blame him. But what about my husband? Who am I working so hard for every day? Isn't it all for this family? Otherwise, would I need to run around all over the place earning that little bit of money? He doesn't even look closely at this house, at everything in it, isn't it all earned by me? Sigh! I won't say anymore, it's all fate—" "

You can't blame the government for your bad luck, you can't blame society for your misfortune!" I muttered to myself. As I gradually got to know Fan Jinyan, and after hearing her words that day, I began to understand this woman. She wasn't actually as promiscuous as she appeared. It was all due to the pressures of life, and the rebellious mentality caused by her husband and son's indifference and estrangement. Perhaps she only slept with me for novelty the first time, but now—

the next day, I said a reluctant goodbye to Fan Jinyan at the long-distance bus station, and then boarded the bus. The spacious luxury bus started, taking me and the other passengers away from Ningzhou. This time, I didn't achieve the goal I wanted to reach. But there was an unexpected bonus: I gained the favor of a beautiful woman whose looks and figure were no less than my mother's, and who was even a few years younger.

This was something I hadn't anticipated before I came. Thinking about what she told me about my mother, herself, and that Qian Mingyuan, I felt a lot of emotions. The reality of society, the complexities of interpersonal relationships... What have men and women gained in this era? What have they lost? Forced smiles, bitter struggles, and relentless striving. But in the end? My mother goes without saying. Fan Jinyan endured her husband's coldness and her son's estrangement for the sake of her family. And Qian Mingyuan, this man, although he can now possess my mother, doesn't he ever think about how he got all this? It's not that I don't understand, it's just that the world changes so fast. But I also understand that many years later, I will be like them. Losing my true nature in the pursuit of money, desire, and power in this worldly arena of fame and fortune, sinking to the bottom.

That's what I think, but life goes on. Back in the county town, sweet words, coupled with the influence of flowers and gifts... I finally managed to appease Zhuge Shanshan, who was still a little resentful towards me. Then school started, and I reached a crucial juncture in my life—my final year of high school. At the end of last semester, our homeroom teacher had us fill out a choice form regarding the division into arts and science tracks in the senior year. I didn't think much of it at the time and chose arts. I knew early on that our class would become an arts class in the senior year. Choosing arts meant I wouldn't be reassigned and would stay in my original class.

People came and went. The first day of school passed in this manner. I roughly counted, and almost everyone in our class stayed; only a few left for the science tracks. Those who stayed and the newcomers began their first semester of senior year under the guidance of our homeroom teacher. The teachers' supervision became even stricter, and we temporarily abandoned any selfish thoughts, throwing ourselves fully into our studies. Everyone understood what the college entrance exam meant for us. I was no exception, making three phone calls every week—one to my mother, and two to my father and Fan Jinyan. I chatted with my parents about my recent situation, and with Fan Jinyan, we exchanged sweet nothings. Besides that, I had a date with Zhuge Shanshan every weekend. The rest of the time, I was diligently studying at school.

Summer passed and autumn came, and before I knew it, it was the National Day holiday again. My father came home for his long holiday as usual. But this time, his return surprised me greatly. My father's temper was much better, and he had regained his former humble and kind elder demeanor when facing me. It seemed he had overcome his psychological trauma. This made me very happy for him, after all, he had suffered the most from that incident.

A couple of days later, during lunch, my father revealed to me the truth about how he had recovered. On one hand, after a lifetime of setbacks in his career, his diligence in his current office had finally led to his promotion to deputy director. His administrative rank had also risen to deputy section chief, with a significant increase in salary and benefits. On the other hand, and most importantly, he had met a widowed woman through an introduction in his work area. The woman was the same age as my father, and her husband had passed away ten years ago. Now her children are grown up and have their own families.

After dating for a while, they wanted to get married, and her children agreed. Dad wanted to take this opportunity to come back and ask for my opinion. If I didn't object, they would get their marriage certificate at the end of the month. Upon hearing this, I agreed without hesitation. Dad was very happy and spent the remaining days of the holiday taking care of me, making up for his neglect during my previous two visits. When the holiday ended, he went back home excitedly.

"Dad has found a home, but what about Mom?" I thought to myself several times after returning to school. Although she is now living a comfortable and exciting life, surrounded by men, who would truly sacrifice anything for her? Divorce his wife for her? No way! At most, he might keep her as a mistress. The most likely scenario is that he'll treat her like a socialite, like Fan Jinyan.

"Xia Tianhong, Xia Tianhong, you've really led her to an abyss! I hope you're reincarnated as a turtle soon!" Whenever these thoughts reached their end, I would curse Xia Tianhong viciously. Would our family have fallen apart without him?

Would my mother have run into that Chen Kai kid at driving school without him? Now he's gone as if he suffered some great injustice, but what has he left for our family? I'm sure that if murder weren't illegal now, I would stab him to death right now!

Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. And what you fear most is what happens. Half a month later, I received a call from Fan Jinyan. It was about my mother. On the phone, she anxiously told me what had happened a couple of days ago. That day, she and my mother had nothing to do, so they went shopping on the street. Unexpectedly, they were targeted not long after they left. A woman rushed straight at my mother and slapped her across the face, leaving my mother stunned on the spot.

Not only that, after hitting my mother, she also hurled insults at her, calling her a vixen, a filthy bitch, and using every nasty language imaginable. My mother was brought to tears by her outburst. After finishing, she calmly walked away. The incident happened so suddenly that even Fan Jinyan, who was standing nearby, was caught off guard. In the end, she could only take my sobbing mother home and stay with her for the night. Fan Jinyan knew the woman who had assaulted and cursed her; she was the wife of Jiang Zihui, the owner of Mingda Shipping Company.

After recounting what had happened, she asked me to come to Ningzhou on the weekend to comfort my mother, who was in a bad mood and feeling depressed. I immediately agreed to her request. After hanging up the phone, I shook my head helplessly. In my opinion, this kind of thing was bound to happen sooner or later. If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place. But what could I, as her son, do? I could only side with my mother and condemn that rude chairman's wife.

Friday arrived in less than two days. After school that afternoon, I immediately called Zhuge Shanshan and, after much persuasion, managed to cancel our date the next day. Then I rushed to the long-distance bus station, bought a ticket, and set off for Ningzhou. I arrived in Ningzhou at 10:30 PM. Not having time to go to my mother's or Fan Jinyan's house, I went back to the Holiday Inn I had stayed at before and checked in again. After having a late-night snack, buying some treats, and taking a shower, I lay in bed, watching a funny TV show, laughing heartily, eating snacks, and smoking a cigarette.

It's not that I'm heartless, but I'm powerless to help in this situation. Besides comforting my mother, what else can I do? Go and give that chairman's wife a good dressing down? Or slap her back? Or throw sulfuric acid in her face and disfigure her? We're all talk and no action. Those two phrases perfectly describe our generation. All talk and no action is the best description of this generation, including myself. So, there's nothing else to do but find joy in hardship.

Late at night, the room is pitch black. I turned off the lights and the TV; only the cigarette butt in my mouth flickered red. Expressionless, I stood by the window, gazing at the sky. Suddenly, a series of alluring, almost inaudible moans came from the next room. I slowly moved closer, pressed my ear to the wall, and listened intently. After a short while, the sounds from the other end became like the panting of a cow, rapid and intense moans; the soft bed also creaked and groaned. I blushed and my heart pounded.

"Heh, those unknown men and women. You're really working hard!" I thought to myself as I retreated to the window and calmed myself. As people grow older, their worries increase. Everyone experiences the full spectrum of life—sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty. But what happens after experiencing it? Whether it's sadness or joy, arguments or laughter, tears or joy. Then we continue on our own life's grand drama, until finally—the next day at noon, I called Fan Jinyan.

She arrived quickly. More than a month had passed, but she hadn't changed at all; she was still as beautiful and charming as ever. However, there was a hint of melancholy in her expression. Her first words to me were, "Go to your mother's! I can tell she wants to see you the most right now." I nodded thoughtfully, not even having time for sweet words, and left the room with her. After checking out at the front desk, I left the hotel and took a taxi to my mother's.

When I saw my mother half-reclined on the bed, wearing a white halter-neck nightgown, her face thin and her eyes filled with sorrow, tears streamed down her face. I rushed over to comfort her, but awkwardly didn't know how to do it, and could only clumsily say, "It's alright! It's alright! Mom, I'm here! It's okay! It's okay!" Then, without asking any more questions, I just sat beside her. Seeing this, Fan Jinyan sighed and quietly left the bedroom, leaving only my mother and me together. She kept her head down and sobbed softly, as if she was finally releasing all the bitterness of her life.

Exhausted, she unconsciously leaned against me, her head resting on my chin. I smelled her faint, elegant fragrance and felt her smooth, delicate skin. All of this intoxicated me, and I wished time could stand still forever.

After a long while, my mother stopped sobbing, gathered her long, flowing hair that was covering her face, and said, "Xiaojun, Mom is alright now! Are you hungry? I'll go cook for you." As she spoke, her shoulders swayed, her long, wavy hair covering half of her face, revealing her fair and delicate neck. She looked incredibly beautiful in that pose. I couldn't take my eyes off her exquisite and beautiful figure. A moment later, I don't know why, I actually mustered up the courage to hug her, offering my arm like a real man, and said, "It's okay, Mom. I'm not hungry now! Your health is the most important thing, don't get upset. Promise me! If anyone dares to bully you again, just tell me.

I'll never forgive them!" "Xiaojun, Mom is bad, Mom is not a good woman! Letting people insult me like this. But I can't help it! Sigh!

I'm tired, I want to rest a bit more. You and Aunt Fan go downstairs and get something to eat!" After saying that, my mother lay down on her side on the bed, her shapely legs together, and lay down with her back to me. I sat for a while, then got up and left the bedroom, closing the door behind me—

a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice and a bowl of seaweed and shrimp soup were placed in front of me. At that moment, Fan Jinyan and I were sitting opposite each other at a table in a snack shop. The fragrant fried rice tasted like cardboard in my mouth. She didn't say anything, just silently looked at me.

After eating half a bowl, I put down my chopsticks and wiped my greasy mouth with a tissue. Just then, she spoke up: "I'll be going back soon. Try to persuade your mother. I'll come back tomorrow." "Okay," I replied.

A little while later, she said goodbye. After she left, I paid the bill and left the snack shop. Walking down the street, my mind was still filled with my mother's pitiful expression and her graceful figure as she lay down; my thoughts were in turmoil. When I got close to her place, I hesitated for a moment, then turned and went to the nearby farmers' market.

(Chapter 40)

Emerging from the farmers' market, I was carrying a large pile of things. There were green vegetables, eggs, cucumbers, dried tofu, tomatoes, and boiled peanuts. There were also the braised dishes my mother usually liked, such as chicken wings and chicken feet. In addition, I bought a bottle of Shaoxing wine and some spiced beef. As I continued walking towards her place with these things, I felt uneasy. Because I hoped something would happen between us that night, but at the same time, this hope added to my psychological burden.

Stir-fried vegetables with dried tofu, cucumber salad, boiled peanuts, braised chicken wings and feet, spiced beef, tomato and egg soup, and hot Shaoxing wine with an egg. It was almost six o'clock when I finished preparing these dishes and wine and put them on the table. To be honest, I made the stir-fried vegetables with dried tofu, cucumber salad, and tomato and egg soup based on my memories of how my mother used to cook them. I tasted them, and apart from being a little salty, they were all pretty decent.

My mother and I sat facing each other and started eating dinner. She looked much better after her nap, but she still seemed a little down. She only gave me half-hearted responses as I proudly presented my day's work, and she ate and drank very little, as if she was considering something. In the end, most of the food and wine ended up in my stomach.

After finishing my meal, I cleared the dishes, wiped the table, and went into my mother's bedroom. She was still half-lying on the bed watching TV, just like at noon. A little unsure of her mood, I cleared my throat and said, "Mom, would you like some fruit? I can go downstairs and buy some if you want." Hearing this, she first shook her head, then hesitated for a long time before asking, "Son, how about I go back to the county town with you?" This question caught me off guard, but my heart quickly filled with joy. I nodded and replied, "Of course!" "Hehe," my answer finally brought a relieved smile to her face. Then, seizing the opportunity, I asked her, "So when are you going to resign? And what about the rented apartment?" "Don't worry!" she said, paused for a moment, and then continued in a low voice, "Mom will go to the manager to resign tomorrow. Anyway, we didn't sign any formal contract, so the apartment issue is easy to resolve. If things go smoothly, we can go back the day after tomorrow." "Great! I'll call the homeroom teacher right now to ask for leave!" I said with a smile immediately after hearing her words.

Just as I was about to turn around and go out to make the call, she called me back. I stood in the bedroom doorway, watching her complex expression. After a moment of hesitation, I asked, "Son, in your heart, is Mom still a good woman?" "Of course I am!" I emphasized, then walked back to the bedside and sat down beside her gently. "Mom, I've grown up, and I've figured things out these past few days. I know all about your hardships and what you've been working for. You're a woman; you have the right to choose your own lifestyle and your own life goals. As your son, I should respect your choices and decisions." I paused for a moment, then continued with a deep voice, "In this bustling, busy, and desire-filled society, everyone, including you and me, lives so authentically. What we want to do and what we don't want to do are choices we make in our hearts."

Different people will make choices they believe are right based on their own circumstances, and of course, different people will also have different evaluations of those choices. I can't say whether they are right or wrong. So, Mom, I can't judge whether you're a good woman, because no matter what, you will always be my mother. That alone explains my attitude.” My words deeply moved her. She then looked up at me, her voice trembling, and said, “Thank you, son. Thank you for understanding me so much. I did those things, but I can't forgive myself. These past few days I've been thinking, what's wrong with me? Why have I become like this? But your words were like a wake-up call, and I understood immediately.

Don't worry, I'll take care of everything tomorrow, and we'll go back together!” “What a pleasant surprise!” I thought to myself. Then I discussed things with her after we got back. Perhaps she really had figured things out, as her expression and demeanor returned to normal when she spoke to me. After talking for a while, the alcohol from most of the Shaoxing wine I had drunk started to take effect, and I felt dizzy.

Seeing this, she urged me to go to sleep. I agreed and left the bedroom to rest next door. Lying down on the sofa bed, my last thought was, "Phew! At least I didn't do anything beastly." Then I drifted off to sleep—the next morning, my mother, as promised the night before, went to resign from her job with Qian Mingyuan. I don't know what she said, but when we returned to our lodgings at noon, she excitedly told me she'd finished.

Then she called the landlord, settled the rent, and we packed our things to return to the county town. Watching her bustling, busy figure, my thoughts calmed down, and I no longer had those wandering thoughts and wild ideas I'd had before.

Soon after, around 2:30 pm, Fan Jinyan, dressed in a flowing dress, with a graceful figure and a charming face, arrived at our lodgings. Seeing my mother and me like this, she asked curiously, "Sister Shen, Xiaojun, what's going on?" "Jinyan, I resigned. I'm going back to the county town with Xiaojun." My mother answered without looking up, just as she was packing her suitcase. Hearing the answer, Fan Jinyan turned to look at me, as if asking for confirmation. Meeting her beautiful eyes, I nodded slightly.

"Oh dear! Why are you leaving so suddenly? I'll treat you to dinner tonight! You can leave tomorrow!" Seeing that things had come to this, she stopped arguing and invited us mother and son like this. "No need, Jinyan." After saying this, my mother laid her suitcase flat and then explained while smoothing her hair, "Xiaojun is in his senior year of high school this semester, it's not good for him to skip classes. We'll leave in a little while. I thank you for taking such good care of me at the company, allowing me to earn so much money. Next time you have time, come visit us, and I'll treat you properly!" "Yes, yes! Auntie, please come to our county town next time!" I echoed.

"Okay, then!" Fan Jinyan replied, giving me a reproachful yet coquettish glare. I blushed instantly and quickly lowered my head. They exchanged a few more pleasantries, then Fan Jinyan said goodbye, wishing us a safe journey. Before leaving, she looked at me again, her tender gaze stirring a touch of melancholy within me.

"Alright. Let's go!" My mother, dressed in a white shirt with black stripes, jeans, and women's sneakers, spoke to me half an hour after Fan Jinyan left. We then took our suitcases and some other packed items and went downstairs. After putting these things in the trunk of my mother's car, we got in and prepared to leave. Just then, her phone rang in her purse. Without even looking at the caller ID, she took the phone out, turned it off, opened the cover, removed the SIM card, and tossed it out the window. She then started the engine and drove towards the entrance of the community. I watched her actions silently, feeling a deep sense of emotion.

All of this showed that she was very determined this time, truly wanting to say goodbye to that dissolute and decadent life. A little while later, as the car approached the gate, I saw that scoundrel Qi Bin again. Outside the car window, he was once again a bruised and swollen-faced, limping mess. "This scoundrel must have been beaten up by someone again. Serves him right!" I thought to myself, while simultaneously grinning silently.

The car drove along the highway towards the county town. We were both in high spirits on the way, occasionally discussing my future and hers. During this time, I revealed to her that Xia had returned to the provincial capital.

She simply nodded slightly upon hearing this, offering no further comment. I was quite puzzled by this, and when she noticed my strange look, she explained gently, "It's good that he went back. After all, Mom and he weren't meant to be.

He's still young, he has a long future ahead of him, and I can't hold him back." Her explanation made me quite upset, but then I felt relieved. Yes, my mother will grow old and faded someday. What will happen then? No one can predict.

Night fell, the stars shone brightly outside the car window, and the moon shone brightly. It was already past nine o'clock at night, and the car was getting closer and closer to the county town. Just then, my phone rang with a text message. I took it out and glanced at the message, which read: "Don't forget that there's a Yan'er in Ningzhou who loves and cares for you." The message was from Fan Jinyan. I raised my eyebrows and quickly typed on the keypad: "Okay, I wish you a happy life. I'll miss you too."

"Who's texting you so late?" Just as I finished replying to Fan Jinyan's message and put my phone back in my pocket, my mother asked. "Oh, it's my classmate," I quickly replied. Seeing my answer, she didn't press further and continued driving carefully. I leaned back in my car seat, secretly pondering how wondrous life truly is, bringing together two people of completely different ages, life experiences, and family backgrounds, sparking pity and then love. It seems emotions are truly irrational; they exist only in our hearts, experienced and chosen individually. But will she be the next my mother? Will I be the next Xia? I think that's for fate to answer—

three days later, I took leave from school to go home and help my mother clean her newly rented apartment. I've been doing this for the past few days, spending my evenings at home chatting and watching TV with my mother. Gradually, her complexion improved considerably compared to when I saw her in Ningzhou. Last night, we even went to see the apartment. It's very close to my home, in the same complex. And coincidentally, my good friend Haijian and his family live downstairs. So, when my son and I were cleaning tonight, Haijian came up to help. The chubby boy worked very hard, and I teased him occasionally. He had a very good temper; not only did he not get angry, but he even joked about himself, saying he was easygoing, chubby, and thick-skinned, not afraid of being laughed at. This made even my mother laugh heartily.

After finishing their work, the three of us, covered in sweat, quickly washed up, and then my mother led us to a restaurant outside the neighborhood for dinner. After dinner, Haijian said goodbye and went home. My mother and I then took a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood. It had been a long time since I had strolled around my own neighborhood. Walking on these familiar paths, watching the neighbors coming and going, some familiar, some unfamiliar, gave me a feeling of being in another world, so much so that my already slow steps became like snails.

"What's wrong? You look absent-minded?" My mother, walking beside me, noticed my unusual behavior and asked. Hearing her question, I immediately straightened up and shook my head, replying, "Nothing." As soon as I finished speaking, I pointed to the sky and tried to make conversation, saying, "Mom, look, there are no clouds tonight, tomorrow will definitely be a sunny day." "Hmm," she nodded slightly in agreement, then almost murmured to herself, "It's been a long time since I've taken a walk here." "Mom, I'm going back to do my homework. You should go back and get some rest too!" After walking around a few more times, I said this to her from downstairs at her rented apartment.

She nodded in agreement, then said to me with a sweet smile, "Okay, go back to school and study hard. And don't forget to come to Mom's after school on Friday, Mom will cook you something delicious." "I know. I'm going now! Goodnight!" After saying this, I watched her enter the building and was about to turn around when suddenly a familiar figure flashed past my eyes in a window upstairs. "Isn't that Haijian?" I wondered, but didn't think too much about it. He then walked towards his own building.

Lying in my bed, I listened to music from my CD player and smoked a cigarette. Looking back, I couldn't help but feel sentimental. It's been a year and a half since I discovered my mother's affair. Her divorce from my father is almost a full year old. Having experienced so much and observed so many people, I've gradually shed my naivety and begun to think independently. Infidelity? The mutual attraction between dry tinder and a raging fire is considered great love; occasional trysts offer the warmth of a campfire, but a long-term commitment inevitably leads to a burnt-out end.

Men and women who cheat in the name of love understand this well; they rarely enter the "walled city" of marriage. They understand marriage better than anyone. So they use cowardice or indecisiveness as excuses, conscience and responsibility as a halo, and in their intimate moments, they fantasize about this fleeting affair as a great love story, sighing with regret. But unfortunately, my mother ultimately escaped the "walled city" of marriage and received her due punishment. Fortunately, she realized her mistake in time and didn't sink any deeper. But how long can all this last? Nobody knows.

Rationally, I know perfectly well that I cannot have any improper thoughts about my mother, because the pain of losing her is unbearable. Therefore, I must try my best to restrain my desires and not do anything to damage our mother-son relationship. On the other hand, I have always regarded my mother as the most perfect woman in the world; in my spiritual world, she is my goddess, and I will never allow myself to have any thoughts of defiling her. However, it is precisely this goddess in my heart who has committed those extremely licentious and depraved acts in the real world.

And without exception, I have heard and seen all of these things. As a normal man who has experienced sex, how could such stimulation and blows not make me feel confused? Having struggled with these contradictory and conflicting emotions for so long, I feel exhausted. I am quite happy to have this period of respite. But later—

a light and melodious serenade is about to end.

Feeling sleepy, I stubbed out my cigarette and turned over to lie down. Meanwhile, smelling the faint scent of tobacco in the room, he silently murmured to himself, "What will tomorrow bring?" [Postscript to Part One: This is my first time writing a novel. My writing is lacking, so please forgive me, dear readers. Part Two will be posted soon; I hope you will continue to follow along.]

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