Chapter 2: A Mother's Love and Sorrow

Chapter 2 A Bolt from the Blue
The next day, Dad went to the countryside, leaving only Mom and me at home.
Mom's life was very regular. After work in the afternoon, she would come home and cook dinner. After eight o'clock in the evening, she would either go swimming or practice Indian yoga, not driving back until after ten o'clock. The car was provided by Mom's workplace; her position as deputy director allowed her to enjoy this privilege.
Ever since I secretly watched Mom and Dad make love, whenever I saw Mom, I would always think of her two large brown nipples. Mom was completely unaware that she had been exposed, and she was still tender towards me, tutoring me in my homework every evening after dinner until eight o'clock before driving off to exercise.
Mom's tenderness made me ashamed. I secretly blamed myself for being a lecher, but the lust in my heart could not be extinguished. I often spaced out, thinking about the feeling of that night I spied on her.
In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend. Mom took me shopping and even wanted to take me to KFC. I was overjoyed.
Shopping, like loving beauty, is a woman's nature. Mom's persistent exercise kept her in very good shape. Today, Mom changed into a relaxed casual outfit, wearing a pair of light green sandals, looking elegant and ethereal. Walking down the street with Mom, her slender waist swayed gracefully, attracting an astonishing number of stares. Sometimes, when I looked back, I could see many lecherous men staring at Mom's round, plump buttocks.
At the shoe store, Mom tirelessly tried on pair after pair of shoes. Mom's beautiful feet were snow-white, with long, elegant toes and graceful arches. Every pair of shoes she wore drew sincere praise from the saleswoman. But Mom still patiently struck various poses, looking at herself from both sides in the mirror.
I was secretly delighted; finally, I could look at Mom's beautiful high-heeled feet without restraint. Gold, silver, black, white—all kinds of open-toed sandals—on Mom's feet, they were simply irresistible. I was dazzled, deeply regretting that I didn't have a camera to capture this beautiful sight.
I looked around and suddenly noticed that many men accompanying their girlfriends to buy shoes were also intentionally or unintentionally stealing glances at my mother's beautiful feet. I was a little unhappy; my mother's feet belonged only to me.
Finding an opportunity, I secretly went to my mother and said, "Mom, a lot of people are peeking at you putting on shoes."
My mother blushed and said, "Xiaojia, don't talk nonsense. What's so interesting about putting on shoes?"
I said urgently, "Mom, your feet are so white and beautiful! Those people really are peeking!"
The men who were peeking seemed to have heard something and quickly turned away. A few were even angrily dragged away by their girlfriends. My mother was a little embarrassed and whispered for me to stop talking.
My mother eventually picked out three pairs of high-heeled open-toe sandals of different styles, spending quite a bit of money.
When we got to the clothing section and my mother was trying on clothes for the nth time, I finally couldn't take it anymore and collapsed on the sofa. I finally understood why my father hated accompanying my mother shopping; even for a beauty as beautiful as my mother, it was torture!
Finally, noon arrived. I ate the spicy chicken wings my mom treated me to at KFC, and when I got home, I collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep.
When I woke up in the afternoon, it was already 2:30. My mom had left a note on the table: "Xiaojia, Mom's going swimming. You stay home and study hard. Mom'll be back at 5 o'clock to cook dinner."
It was signed: "Your loving mom, Xiaojia." I felt as sweet as if I'd eaten honey. My mom loves me the most, and I love my mom the most too.
I love my mom and try my best to share common interests with her. When I was eight, I joined a junior swimming class. Although I'm not particularly fast, I still manage to win a prize in the grade-level swimming competition every year.
So, this afternoon, I decided to surprise my mom by going swimming too. Even though final exams are coming up soon, who cares? I've never neglected my studies.
My mom and I both got annual memberships at the nearby Shanshui Swimming Club. I grabbed my swimming gear and headed out, thinking about sneaking into the pool to catch my mom. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The mountain-style swimming pool is a standard 50x25 meter pool. Because the ticket price is relatively expensive, there aren't many swimmers, which is one reason why Mom likes to swim here.
I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the poolside. I searched the pool; there were some women, but I didn't see Mom's beautiful figure. I looked around at the people sitting around the pool, but still couldn't find Mom.
Hmm, where did Mom go? Mom usually swims over a thousand meters; she couldn't have finished so quickly. I was filled with doubt and started swimming back and forth, hoping to find Mom, but I was disappointed. Mom wasn't in the pool at all.
Could she be in the changing room? I swam for a while longer, until 3:30, but still no sign of Mom.
I felt a weight on my heart. I got out, changed my clothes, and went outside.
I walked around the parking lot, but didn't see Mom's car. Mom didn't come swimming; where did she go?
I went home dejectedly. I didn't see Mom's car downstairs either; Mom hadn't come back yet.
When I got home, I couldn't concentrate on my homework. I lay on my bed, lost in thought. Where could Mom have gone? I hatched a plan. When Mom came back, I would do this and that.
I jumped out of bed, rinsed my swim trunks clean, and, sparing no expense, dried them in the dryer before putting them away. Then I sat upright at my desk, pretending to study, though I couldn't concentrate on anything.
It was almost five o'clock, so I went to the kitchen to wash rice, cook, and wash vegetables—this was the only thing I did for Mom. Finally, I heard the sound of a car parking downstairs; I knew Mom was back. I mentally repeated , "I
mustn't give myself away by saying I've been studying all afternoon." I opened the door to welcome Mom in, and looking down, I saw she was wearing the same pair of gold high-heeled sandals she'd just bought that morning. My heart skipped a beat. I smiled happily, 　　" Mom
, I've been studying all afternoon."
The performance began 　　. ********** ... 　　During dinner, I chatted with my mom about school, and we mentioned that the summer school was going to hold another swimming competition. 　　I changed the subject abruptly, still chewing my food, and casually asked, "Mom, were there many people at the swimming club this afternoon?" 　　My mom paused slightly, then said, "Not many, just like usual." 　　My heart pounded. Mom was lying to me! I continued, "Mom, did you break your 1500-meter record today?" 　　"No, I swam about 1000 meters," 　　Mom said calmly. 　　"Oh." 　　Now I was sure Mom was lying, so I quickly changed the subject again. 　　That night, lying in bed, I clutched the note Mom had written to me during the day, the words blurred by my tears. "Oh, Mom, why did you lie to me…" 　　I sobbed silently. 　　Mom must be hiding something from me. Oh, Mom, don't blame your son for spying on you, don't blame me for my actions—who told you to lie to me first? My inner demons surged, justifying all my actions. 　　The final exams finally ended in a daze, and I began my reconnaissance plan.

I had a small amount of pocket money, mostly from lucky money given to me by uncles and aunts every Chinese New Year. These uncles and aunts seemed particularly generous, always stuffing bulging red envelopes into my hands. As the deputy director of the State Taxation Bureau, my mother usually doesn't allow these people to visit, but it's hard to refuse their New Year's greetings, especially since the amount of lucky money each person gave me wasn't small.
My mother wanted to take the money away for safekeeping, but I cried and wouldn't let her, so she got me a zodiac-themed card to deposit the money, telling me not to spend it recklessly.
My mother would never have imagined that I used some of the money to buy a bugging device online. The device was very small, and I installed it under the phone in my mother's room.
For several days, I didn't hear anything, but something was unusual: often when my mother answered the phone, after saying "hello," there would be no sound. Was my mother hiding in the bathroom to make calls? Something was definitely fishy!
I moved the bugging device behind the toilet bowl in the bathroom.
That night at 10:30, I finally overheard my mother's mysterious phone call.
"Hello,"
came my mother's voice through the earpiece, along with the sound of her closing the bathroom door.
I turned up the volume and could faintly hear a man's voice on the other end of the line; I couldn't tell if it was my father's.
"Calling so late, everyone's trying to sleep,"
my mother said softly, with a hint of joy.
"You're calling from the bathroom again?"
the man's voice asked.
"And what if Xiaojia hears us calling from the room?"
"Hmm, you're right, better to be careful,"
the man said. "Are you standing or sitting?"
"Ugh, of course I'm standing!"
my mother said in a coquettish voice.
My mind went blank. I never expected my usually dignified and gentle mother to show such a girlish side.
Who was that man? Was it my father?
"Zhenzhen, sit down,"
the man's voice was short and forceful, with an unyielding authority.
"Zhenzhen," my father never called my mother that before.
"No..."
my mother said, followed by a rustling sound.
"Did you sit down?"
"Mmm..."
"Where did you sit?"
"Where else? On the toilet."
"More details."
"Zhenzhen was sitting on the toilet with her bare bottom, talking on the phone with Brother Long... No, it's so embarrassing..."
The words "Brother Long" struck me like a bolt from the blue! My mother was having an affair, my dignified and beautiful mother was indeed having an affair!
My goddess-like image of my mother collapsed instantly, and I collapsed onto the bed, unable to bear this fact. I felt dizzy, but the voice from the bug still reached my ears without missing a word.
"Hehe, okay, touch your big white butt for Brother Long a few times."
"Mmm... You're so naughty."
My mother whispered.
"Hurry up and touch it, or I'll whip you."
"I touched it... mmm..."
"Where did you touch it? Tell me!"
"Mmm... I touched the little mole on my right butt."
My mother seemed to be hypnotized by magic.
"Mmm."
"Oh...I touched it, I touched your asshole, mmm...mmm...it's so itchy there..."
Mom murmured shamelessly, her breathing rapid.
"Alright, stop talking, I'm already hard!"
Mom chuckled, "You
insist on saying it, you insist on saying it, I miss your big cock brother..." So slutty!
"Brother Dragon" obviously couldn't resist Mom's teasing either, he said, "Okay, Zhenzhen, you dare to tease your big cock brother, see how it will deal with your little asshole next time!"
"Mmm, big cock brother...come on, Zhenzhen's little asshole misses her big cock brother..." "
Slut, wasn't it enough that I fucked you three times last week! "
"Not enough, Zhenzhen's big ass wants to be bullied by big cock brother every day..."
"Alright, Zhenzhen, stop being so frivolous, I need to save some energy to fuck you the day after tomorrow, the same place the day after tomorrow afternoon, okay? " “
Hmm, Brother Long…”
Mom suddenly seemed to remember something, “By the way, Qingshan, Xiaojia’s school swimming competition is next Saturday afternoon. I promised to go watch it. Do you think we can reschedule for next week?”
“Reschedule? How can we reschedule? My time is so precious!”
the man said. “Besides, you know how closely my wife is watching me!”
“Hmm, what should we do? Xiaojia has been waiting for this day for a long time…”
Mom pondered.
“You figure it out. Give me an answer when we meet on Saturday.”
The man was clearly a little unhappy.
“Okay, Qingshan, I’ll think of something.”
Mom said.
“Zhenzhen, I spoke a little too hastily just now, please forgive me.”
The man’s tone softened. “You know how much I miss you, and we only have one chance to meet each week, it’s not easy.”
“Hmm… I know, Qingshan, I miss you too…”
Mom said softly.
“Okay, goodbye, Zhenzhen. Remember, I love you.”
The man’s voice was magnetic.
“I love you too, Qingshan, bye.” "
Mom blew a kiss over the phone and hung up.
I was paralyzed as if struck by a massive TNT bomb, my mind a complete mess. The words 'Long Qingshan,' 'every Saturday afternoon,' and 'Mom's infidelity' kept replaying in my head. Why did the name 'Long Qingshan' sound so familiar? I was sure I'd heard it somewhere before.
After a while, there was a knock at the door. 'Xiaojia, why aren't you asleep yet?'
It was Mom's voice.
I frantically shoved the listening device under my pillow, lay down, and said, 'Come in, Mom!'
The door wasn't locked; locking it would only arouse Mom's suspicion. Mom always respected my privacy and never barged into my room.
Mom came to the bedside and said, 'Xiaojia, it's almost eleven o'clock, still not asleep?'
Looking at Mom's beautiful, kind face, my heart was filled with sadness. Oh, Mom no longer belonged to me; she belonged to someone named 'Long Qingshan.'
My nose stung, and I hurriedly turned my head away."
"What's wrong, Xiaojia? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mom reached out and touched my forehead.
"Oh, Mom..."
Afraid that Mom would see me crying, I simply threw myself into her arms. Mom's embrace was still so broad and warm.
"Xiaojia, did you miss Dad?"
Mom gently patted my back, comforting me.
"Mmm..."
I went along with it, thinking to myself, "Mom, I must save you, I must rescue you from Long Qingshan!"
In my young mind, Long Qingshan was the hateful "Dragon," and Mom was a "sorrowful and beautiful young woman." Mom must have some secret that Long Qingshan had over her, which was why she was at his mercy. Only by thinking this way could I prevent my young heart from collapsing immediately, thus maintaining a fragile balance.
Oh, holy and sorrowful Mom, Xiaojia is your brave little angel, he is coming to rescue you from your suffering!

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