[A Mother's Love and Sorrow] Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Rescue Plan
The "Reconnaissance Plan" was changed to a "Rescue Plan." Since it was summer vacation, I was at home all day, with plenty of time to prepare my grand plan.
I remembered the name "Long Qingshan" the next day and investigated it thoroughly. It turned out he was the deputy mayor of the city! I was a little scared. This "Long" was a person with a powerful background; his wife was said to be the daughter of a high-ranking central leader! Mom had indeed fallen into his clutches.
That Saturday afternoon, Mom made another excuse, saying she was working overtime at her workplace. I made an excuse even earlier, saying I was going to play soccer with a classmate. Actually, I called a taxi, and fearing the driver wouldn't believe I had money to pay, I gave him 100 yuan in advance and waited for him at the entrance of the community with the meter running.
Sure enough, before 2 o'clock, Mom's car came out, and I had the taxi follow it.
Apartment 505, Building 2, Yinlu Residential Complex—this was where my mother was kept as a "secret mistress." Looking at the tightly closed iron door of apartment 505, I could almost see my mother being pinned down on the bed by the ferocious Long Qingshan, her lamb-like body writhing helplessly beneath him.
I gritted my teeth, turned, and left. Today was just a scouting trip; the time wasn't right yet.
I wandered around the Yinlu Residential Complex area and, incredibly, found apartment 405 in Building 2 at a real estate agency! Right downstairs from the "secret mistress." Suppressing my excitement, I quietly completed the three-month rental agreement.
The agent was puzzled as to why a young person like me would rent a place. I deliberately stammered, saying it was a shared apartment with some classmates for internet access. The landlord and agent exchanged knowing smiles, assuming it was just another group of student internet addicts trying to escape parental supervision, and didn't ask any further questions.
The next seven days were exceptionally busy and thrilling. The pinhole camera I ordered online finally arrived. I had previously bought "eavesdropping devices" from this website, and they only sold to me because I was a regular customer.
The pinhole camera was a mini 640-line color camera, with much better image quality than the popular "Meifeng" version online. It also supported wireless transmission and 10x optical zoom, but it was expensive; I only had enough money for one set. Although I really wanted to install one in my mother's room, I had to give up this tempting idea since I only had one.
On Tuesday, I stole my mother's keys while she was napping and made three copies of each, one of which was the key to the "golden house."
On Wednesday afternoon, I went to the Yinlu residential complex again. Since I was a tenant, I could come and go freely.
I knocked on the door of 505, and after confirming no one was home, I used the key to open the door and sneaked in.
Closing the door, my heart pounded. This was where my mother had lost her virginity. It was a two-bedroom apartment, not luxuriously decorated; clearly, the owner didn't want to flaunt their status.
There was an entryway, then a living room and dining room. It wasn't particularly large; the living room had a sofa, a TV cabinet, and a regular color TV. The dining room had a small table with two chairs side-by-side, facing the television.
I wandered into the kitchen; it was fully equipped with tableware. It seemed this was my mother's second home; she and that Long Qingshan had spent a lot of time here.
In the bathroom were my mother's usual French "Aubiro" cosmetics. I could almost see her looking at herself in the mirror, and a pang of sadness hit me.
Neither room's door was locked. One room was dark, with several thick blackout curtains drawn along one wall by the window—it seemed to be a darkroom for developing photos. Did Long Qingshan have a hobby of developing his own photos?
The other room was the master bedroom, quite large, with a two-meter-wide bed in the center. The bed frame was low, and a Simmons mattress sat on it. The sheets were pink, embroidered with two mandarin ducks. I touched them; they were very clean. Was this the bed where my mother and that strange man usually made love? A snow-white buttock, a dark penis, rolling around… Lost in thought, I drifted off.
I shook my head vigorously, trying to banish these thoughts. Time was short; I needed to get down to business.
Two small speakers were mounted in the corners of the ceiling. I attached the camera to them, pointing it directly at the bed—a perfect, unobstructed view, practically invisible unless you looked closely.
With the camera installed, it was still early, so I searched the room, trying to find any trace of my mother.
The room was empty, but some small items added a touch of warmth. A plush teddy bear sat on the bedside table—my mother's favorite fabric toy; we had another one at home. There were no hair clips or hair on the pillows, and the bedside table contained magazines, toilet paper, towels, and other items.
After searching for a while, my attention focused on the locked wardrobe and the desk drawers. This was easy; my key set included two or three such small keys. I quickly found the wardrobe key and, with a strange sense of excitement, opened it.
What greeted my eyes were six or seven sets of women's lingerie neatly hung. I gasped, my heart pounding uncontrollably. The lingerie came in a variety of colors: bright red, ocean blue, pale yellow, pink, light purple, and even a mysterious black—each piece unique. Most were made of lace and sheer fabric, some silk, their designs provocatively suggestive, completely devoid of any function as covering.
Looking at the bras alone, some were mesh, some barely covered the nipples, and two were even completely open, exposing the breasts. The panties were even less substantial; some used dark fabric to partially cover the pubic area, some were thongs or V-necks, and some were simply slits in the cleavage. Imagining my mother wearing these sexy lingerie, I was overcome with fascination and quickly grabbed the wardrobe door for support.
I gasped for breath. Good heavens, were these clothes Mom used to please that "Long Qingshan," or was she forced to wear them? It was shocking! Although I desperately wanted to use these sexy lingerie to masturbate a few times, I restrained myself. It was getting late; what other secrets were locked in the drawer?
I locked the wardrobe, went to the desk by the window, and opened the drawer. In one corner, six boxes of condoms were neatly stacked, the top box already opened! Inside were several beautiful photo albums. I took them out, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to look through them.
The first few pages were photos of Mom and a man. That man must be Long Qingshan; he was tall and handsome, and Mom looked very young in the photos. I checked the dates; Mom was only twenty years old then, in university.
I continued flipping through, and suddenly, "Boom!"
All the blood in my body seemed to rush to my head. I could hardly believe my eyes—I saw nude photos of Mom! If the lingerie I saw earlier shocked me, then these nude photos almost knocked me out!
My hands trembled as I flipped through the pages. The last three albums were almost entirely filled with nude photos of my mother—some semi-nude, some fully nude—taken within the last five or six years, and the background was clearly this house!
Each photo had a caption on the back, such as "Zhenzhen's beautiful body at twenty-six" or "Zhenzhen's thirtieth birthday commemoration," in a strong, vigorous Wei stele style.
My mother was in various poses: standing, lying down, kneeling, and even holding simple props. For example, in one photo, my mother was cross-legged, completely naked from the front, with a cute little bear covering her genitals. In the photo, my mother looked both alluring and adorable.
I must admit the photographer had a certain skill; these photos were sensual without being vulgar, alluring without being obscene, similar to nude art photography.
However, my appreciation level was clearly not at that level. My mother's nude photos made my penis so hard it felt like it would break! The thought that her mother might have sat on the bed with Long Qingshan, admiring her nude photos, filled her with intense hatred.
I stared greedily at the photos of my mother's naked body. In almost every picture, her alluring breasts were exposed. My focus quickly shifted from her breasts to the mysterious dark triangle of her genitals. My mother didn't try to hide her private parts; many photos openly displayed her pubic hair, and in some, you could even see the small mound below. But in none of the photos did she deliberately spread her legs to expose her vulva, nor did she use her hands to spread her vulva or buttocks—those clumsy attempts.
Some photos were of my mother's naked body from behind, highlighting the beautiful curves of her body, but my gaze lingered on her large buttocks. Her buttocks looked so white and round in the photos, and I couldn't resist kissing them a few times. I couldn't
hold back anymore. I didn't care about leaving any traces; I grabbed some toilet paper from the bedside table, quickly pulled down my pants, and masturbated while looking at my mother's nude photos. Oh… my mother in the photos was smiling generously at me; she clearly never imagined that one day the audience for these photos would be her son!
Oh, look, in this picture, Mom is lying on the bed, engrossed in reading, her round bottom arched, her legs sticking back, her feet stretched straight, her long, tender toes pointing upwards—I really want to lean in and suck them!
And in this one, Mom is lying on the bed, her arms supporting her body behind her, her breasts high and firm, her right leg straight, her left leg bent and slightly parted, revealing her pubic hair in full view, and even her two full labia majora. In the photo, Mom is playfully tilting her head and smiling at me, as if saying, "Baby, do you think Mommy's pubic hair is beautiful?"
Oh… I can't take it anymore, I'm coming… I'm coming, oh… Mom, my dear Mom…
What a fulfilling ejaculation, because I'm accompanied by precious nude photos of Mom. After I came, I struggled to get up, resisting the urge to steal a few photos and take them with me, mainly because I was afraid that if I were discovered, everything would be over. I comforted myself, thinking I had the key anyway, so I figured I'd just leave it there for safekeeping. Reluctantly, I put the photo album back in its place and locked the drawer.
After cleaning up the mess, I prepared to leave. The revealing lingerie, my mother's nude photos, and the dark room filled the space with an atmosphere of debauchery. I didn't dare linger in the room. I hurried downstairs to my rented room, 405, turned on my laptop, connected the equipment, and could clearly see most of room 505 on the computer screen—most importantly, the large bed.
Everything was ready; I was just waiting for the fish to bite.
This afternoon was truly a crazy afternoon. What would Saturday afternoon be like?
When I got home, my mother had already prepared dinner and asked where I'd been, why I was so late.
I lied, saying I'd gone to a classmate's house, thinking I couldn't very well say I'd been masturbating while looking at my mother's nude photos.
My mother didn't ask any more questions and we started eating.
My mother had a bad habit: she wouldn't let me watch soap operas while eating. This reminded me of the two chairs facing the TV at the dining table in "Golden House." Was Mom also watching TV while dining with that Long Qingshan?
My mind wandered, my gaze falling on Mom's full breasts. I smiled smugly to myself; I now knew the shape of Mom's breasts perfectly.
Mom didn't notice my peeping. She continued to frown and smile, following the plot of the TV drama. Sigh, how could this mindless soap opera be entertaining? I didn't understand.
That night, lying in bed, for the first time, my judgment began to waver. Was Mom really forced? Or was she having an affair? What about those photos of Mom from her university days? Did Mom know Long Qingshan back then? But didn't Dad also meet Mom in university? With many questions in my mind, I drifted off to sleep, but one thing grew stronger and stronger in my mind: no matter what, I had to touch Mom's large breasts with my own hands.
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Unaware of my wicked thoughts, Mom continued to explain with a smile, "Xiaojia, watch carefully. Press the clutch, release the handbrake, left foot off the clutch, right foot on the accelerator."
Mom's feet moved freely on the accelerator and brake pedals, her toes sometimes tensing, sometimes relaxing, changing shapes—it was truly a beautiful sight.
I watched Mom's beautiful foot show with great interest, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if the brake pedal were replaced by my little penis. Mom's toes pressing down like that, oh, so beautiful… And Mom's smooth insteps, if only I could lick them from bottom to top, tsk tsk…
Just as I was happily thinking this, I suddenly heard Mom ask in surprise, "Xiaojia, what are you looking at? Why are you laughing so strangely?"
"Oh…"
I snapped out of it and quickly said, "Mom, I'm watching your foot movements."
"Hmm, you can't learn just by watching. For now, understand the concepts, and you can learn more seriously when you grow up."
"Mom, I'm already grown up,"
I said discontentedly.
"Giggle..."
Mom laughed happily, "Yes, our Xiaojia has grown up so much, she's almost as tall as me now."
Although I chatted and laughed with Mom the whole way, I still felt a lingering shadow of Long Qingshan in my heart.
When we arrived at Mom's workplace, as usual, those uncles and aunties gathered around, one patting my head, another patting my back, all exclaiming, "Xiaojia has grown so tall!"
"Director Zhuo, I think Xiaojia looks more like you."
"Yes, she'll definitely be a handsome young man when she grows up."
I was tired of hearing these kinds of flattering words, but Mom loved hearing others praise her precious child, so there was nothing I could do.
At dinner on Friday, Mom finally brought up the swimming competition on Saturday afternoon. She said, "Xiaojia, Mom... Mom has a meeting at the bureau tomorrow afternoon, so I probably won't be able to watch your competition."
Seeing Mom's guilty look, my heart broke. Mom, it seems that in your heart, Long Qingshan is still more important than your son.
Although I knew perfectly well what was going on, I didn't expose Mom's lie. I pretended to be extremely disappointed, but actually, I didn't need to pretend much; it was true.
"No, no..."
I decided to whine and snuggle into my mother's arms, rubbing my head against her chest, taking advantage of her. I knew that my mother, who had done something wrong, wouldn't push me away at this moment. Oh, my mother's breasts were so bouncy. My head sank in and was gently bounced out, so comfortable... This slightly made up for my discomfort.
Finally, my mother promised to take me to the water park on Sunday, and only then did I give up.
Okay, we'll see tomorrow afternoon. Whether Mom is doing this voluntarily or being forced, I want to know but I'm also afraid to find out the result. Sigh, it's such a dilemma.

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