[My Mature Mother] Chapter Five

Chapter Five
I went out and wandered around outside until it was completely dark before returning home. As expected, my mother was already up,
had showered and changed, but was still somewhat dazed. When I entered, she was sitting in the living room, lost in thought.
I called out "Mom!" twice before she snapped out of her reverie, two blushes rising on her otherwise plain face.
Pretending not to notice her slightly disheveled clothes and dazed expression, I loudly and somewhat exaggeratedly
shouted that I was hungry. My mother's lips trembled a few times, but ultimately she didn't ask anything and went to the kitchen to busy herself. However, my mother
was always somewhat absent-minded while busy; she would knock over the soy sauce bottle one minute and drop the spoon the next. I
chuckled inwardly, pretending not to notice anything, lazily sinking into the sofa, watching TV idly, mainly
focusing on my mother's beautiful figure bustling in the kitchen—with a masculine desire to conquer a female
rather than a child's affection for their mother. Fortunately, my mother was preoccupied with her own thoughts, and when her eyes met mine occasionally
, she didn't notice the desire leaping in my eyes.
My father was late in returning home, and I wolfed down my food at the table, while my mother started to drift off again as she ate. I
took the opportunity to shamelessly admire my mother's beautiful figure, imagining
the lewd scene of her being sexually assaulted at the table, watching her full breasts rise and fall with her breath through the seams of her shirt
, her hazy, dreamy eyes, and her alluring red lips. My penis was already hard enough to almost touch the table
.
Suddenly, my mother took a deep breath, put down her chopsticks, and stared directly at me.
I was startled and quickly composed myself. My mother's face was flushed, and she stammered, "Xiao Jie
, um, after your second brother-in-law brought me back, um, has anyone else come over?"
"Uh, no. What's wrong, Mom?" I asked, puzzled, secretly chuckling to myself.
"Then, you, no, your second brother-in-law, when did he leave?"
"Well, I got a call from my second brother-in-law saying you went to a classmate reunion and drank too much. I happened to run into him and he brought you home, but he had a client to meet, so he asked me to come back and take care of you. I got 　　home
about half an hour after the call , and by the time I got back, my second brother-in-law had already left." 　　"And then what happened?" my mother asked anxiously. 　　"Then, then I came back and helped you to bed. I saw you were just asleep, 　　so I went to play basketball at our neighborhood court. When I came back, you were already up! What's wrong, Mom? Did we get robbed? When I came back, 　　the door was ajar, and I thought you opened it. Did anything go missing?" I asked my mother, feigning anxiety 　　. 　　A complex and conflicted expression appeared on my mother's face, her eyebrows furrowing together. But after seeing my 　　anxious (feigned) and innocent (even more feigned) face, she finally sighed, waved her hand, and said, "It's nothing, I'm just being 　　a little paranoid!" She put down her chopsticks and turned to go into her room. 　　I followed her into her room and showered her with concern. My mother seemed preoccupied, forcing herself to respond with a few words before 　　saying she still had a headache and needed to lie down a bit longer, asking me to leave. 　　I gave her a few more instructions to rest before gently closing her bedroom door. Heh heh, I imagine my mother 　　must have noticed something was wrong when she woke up. Although I hadn't actually violated her, 　　the disheveled clothes, the lingering smell of semen in the air, the breasts I had touched and licked… all these signs 　　pointed to someone having molested her while she was asleep. I doubt my mother, even in her final moments of turmoil, could have imagined I would have this audacity. 　　She had somewhat suspected I'd secretly used her underwear and stockings to masturbate before, but her constant pampering made her 　　think I was just a spoiled child in her eyes. She never imagined my body had developed 　　to the point of being no less mature than an adult's, and that today's teenagers' understanding and experience with sex are no less than, and often even surpass, their 　　parents'. Heh, Mom, I'll show you that the son you raised has truly "grown up 　　." 　　The next few days passed uneventfully, and my mother gradually recovered from the trauma of being molested in her drunken dream 　　. After all, as a woman married for over a decade, she was certain she'd only been molested, not actually 　　raped. Since the perpetrator couldn't be found and no third party knew, she decided to treat it as a nightmare and let it go. 　　I'd been silently observing my mother's changing mindset; now, it was time to take the next 　　step in my plan to seduce her. 　　That morning, after my father left, I printed out several photoshopped screenshots from a video and sealed them 　　in an envelope with only my mother's name written as the recipient. Looking at my watch, it was almost time to act! 　　I pretended to have seen the email in the mailbox and handed it to my mother. When she opened the envelope with a hint of suspicion and saw the contents of the pictures, she instantly paled, her face drained of color, and she 　　began to tremble 　　uncontrollably . 　　As clever as you are right now, sitting in front of the screen, you've probably already guessed what the pictures depict—some show a 　　mother's plump, silk-stockinged legs being caressed by a clearly male hand; others show her skirt pushed up to her waist, revealing soft 　　pubic hair and alluring vulva; some show a monstrous penis teasing her fleshy labia; and still others show 　　her naked lips and pale thighs smeared with semen… the list goes on, and without exception, they all appear exceptionally lewd. Moreover, 　　in these carefully manipulated images, only the mother's face is clearly visible in each one, while the man who molested her is either only shown from behind or his face is off-screen. Furthermore, the mother, who was originally in a daze, appears more 　　like she's intoxicated by the man's caresses 　　under the deliberate embellishment . Of course, there are flaws, but they are certainly not something a mother in her agitated state could 　　discern. Besides, the memory of being molested in her sleep has already left a shadow in her heart. 　　If this were to be revealed, in her panic, her normal thinking would likely have ceased, and she wouldn't have thought to distinguish 　　the details of the photos. 　　I, who had been playing the role of a curious child, seized the opportunity to take the picture from my mother's hand. After one glance 　　, I put on a horrified expression, as if utterly shocked, and urgently asked my mother, " 　　Who is this man? Mom, you...you actually...no, it can't be real, right! Mom, say something!" To be honest, I 　　wasn't a professionally trained actor, nor did I have much acting talent. At that time, my expressions, movements, and...

My words were unnatural, but my mother, completely disoriented, didn't notice. Hearing my
voice, she, already gripped by panic, became even more speechless—just as I had anticipated.
Pretending to be devastated, I clutched the photo and ran to my room, locking the door.
No matter how much my mother pleaded and cried outside, I wouldn't open it. I comfortably lay back on the bed, lit a cigarette
, and finished it contentedly. Then I took out a newly bought SIM card, inserted it into my phone, and dialed the landline.
After three attempts, my mother finally returned to the living room, distraught, and picked up the phone: "Hello?" Her voice was unusually hoarse
and stiff.
I had recorded a message beforehand and altered my voice with audio software. Now that my mother had picked up the phone
, I placed the prepared recorder next to the receiver and pressed play. A deep, gruff male voice
rang out: "Hehe, beauty, you've seen the photo, haven't you!" The words reeked of lewdness and
depravity.
A clang rang out from the phone, followed by my mother's
voice, filled with anger and shame, "Who are you? What do you want?" Although she spoke fiercely, her low voice and trembling
tone clearly betrayed her inner panic and unease.
I released the pause button on the recorder, and the man's voice continued, "Brother's photography skills aren't
bad, are they? To be honest, I originally wanted to make a little money at your house, but I ended up picking a flower instead. Haha, I can only blame
you for being too tempting, beautiful lady, which made me unable to resist taking advantage of you."
My mother was completely flustered: "You, you, you..." She stammered for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.
My recording was still playing: "Alright, my beauty, let's end our reminiscing here.
I originally wanted to take these photos back with me to enjoy, and maybe we could rekindle our romance sometime. However,
things are getting tense outside lately, so I'm planning to go north to lay low for a while. I probably won't be back for a year or two. I need to scrape together some
travel expenses before I leave, so I thought I'd make a deal with you, my beauty."
"Wh...what kind of deal?" My mother finally sensed something and asked anxiously.
"The deal is simple. I've always been chivalrous, and I'm sure you wouldn't want your photos
to be left out there. So, if you sponsor me some travel money, I'll return the photos to you, how about that?" Hehe,
I made up the story quite naturally.
"Not much, 100,000. Cash. Put it in a black garbage bag and then in your son's backpack. Tell your son
to take it and your cell phone. Come to the men's restroom in the waiting hall of the South Railway Station in an hour and wait for my call. I know
your cell phone number. Remember, don't call the police. Otherwise, even if I get arrested, your photo will be
seen by everyone in your neighborhood. Also, only your son is allowed to come." After saying that, I hung up the phone.
"You, you can't drag my son into this! He's still a child... Hello, hello, hello!"
My mother listened to the busy tone on the phone, her eyes blurry with tears. She stood there blankly for a long time, her face turning pale and then
red. She was like a lost soul and didn't even notice me walk into the living room.
I cleared my throat. "Mom, I heard the phone call just now too." Of course, the landline at home could
hear each other's conversations. My mother would never have imagined that I had overheard the extortion call that I had orchestrated
.
My mother trembled, slowly turning around, her tearful eyes filled with both fear and pleading. "Then, then
believe me, believe me I didn't..."
"Yes, Mom, I misunderstood you." I rubbed my eyes, my own vision blurry with tears—damn, the Tiger Balm
was so strong, it was impossible not to cry.
My mother, tears streaming down her face, pulled me into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I buried my face
between my mother's full breasts, and one hand slipped onto her buttocks when she wasn't looking. Even through the two layers of fabric
, I could feel the softness and elasticity of her plump flesh.
However, despite my mother's agitated state, I didn't dare to be too presumptuous and quickly pulled away from her embrace
. "Mom, what do we do now? Should we call the police?"
"No, we can't call the police!" My mother abruptly sat up from my arms, refusing the
suggestion with tense determination.
As expected, women like my mother, who value their reputation, would mostly choose not to escalate the situation. I
chuckled inwardly. "Then, should we do as he says? Should we call Dad and ask him to come back?" I feigned
reluctance.
"Absolutely not!"
My mother almost cried out. "Xiao Jie, this absolutely cannot be told to anyone else, especially your dad
. I'm begging you, okay?" As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.
I nodded, and my mother breathed a sigh of relief, smiled gently at me, then hesitated for a long time before sighing
and saying that she had no choice but to do as the man on the phone said. I was secretly overjoyed, but on the surface, I still pretended to be
indignant.
My mother then started to persuade me, saying that these people were just after money, that they would leave our
city after taking the money, and that if things got out of hand, it would be difficult for me... and so on, until I finally reluctantly nodded.
My mother breathed a sigh of relief, forgetting her sadness and disappointment at this point, and quickly went with me to get the money,
put it in her bag as instructed on the phone, and took me to the South Railway Station.
My mother stopped the car, handed me her phone, and held my hand tightly for a long time. "Xiao Jie, be very careful
. Just give him the money and the things, don't do anything foolish."
I patted the back of my mother's hand. "Don't worry, Mom, nothing will happen. They just want the money, nothing will go wrong
."
My mother wanted to go in with me, but I quickly stopped her. "The person on the phone said only I should
go. If they see you there, they might change their minds." My mother nodded with red eyes, reluctantly letting
go of my hand, watching me walk into the waiting hall with my bag in the crowd.
As soon as I entered the station, I quickly took out my phone and called my mother's phone first. After
a few dozen seconds, I hung up and dialed another number: "Da Tou, where are you?"
"I'm almost at the station, what about you?"
"I'm here. When you get here, just come find me in the restroom."
"Damn, you really know how to pick a place. Okay, wait five minutes, I'll be right there."
I hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, and waited for Da Tou with a slightly anxious expression.
Da Tou is my childhood friend, a very loyal buddy, but in the eyes of outsiders, he's a typical good-for-
nothing playboy—constantly transferring schools, racing cars, drinking, womanizing, fighting, and causing trouble are all
commonplace for him. Unlike me, although I also do things my way, I'm at most just a student with some playboy habits. The most important
thing is that my grades are decent, and in the eyes of parents and teachers, I'm still a promising student. Actually, when it comes to being cunning,
three Da Tous combined can't compare to me, so among our group of cronies, I often play
the role of the strategist. However, we've always been very close. Several times when we got into conflicts with others outside, Da Tou always
protected me. Once, he even got hit on the head with a bottle while protecting me, suffering a concussion and
spending quite a while in the hospital. As for me, I've dealt with teachers, parents, and even
female classmates he got pregnant many times for Da Tou.
Just as I finished my cigarette, Da Tou arrived. I exchanged a glance with him, and we went into a restroom stall one after the other
.
"Damn, what are you doing? People will think we're going to get gay!"
"Get gay my ass! Did you get everything I asked you to do?"
"Absolutely, don't worry. By the way, where did you get such a large sum of money? Your old man
is very strict about your money."
"Hehe, I have a good plan. Stop talking nonsense, here, take the money, it's all packed. Keep 50,000 for yourself
, and transfer the rest to your card after you've done the job."
"Alright, I'm off." Big Head took the trash bag containing the money and the phone I handed him, stuffed it into his
backpack, and turned to leave.
"Be careful when you go out. By the way, did you let my mom see you when you came in?"
"I did see the car you mentioned, but I went around it. She probably didn't see me. Don't worry, with my face covered like this,
even if she saw me, she wouldn't recognize me." As he spoke, Big Head pulled his baseball cap down even further and quickly walked out
.
I took out the SIM card from my phone—the one I'd only used to contact my mother a few times—broke it in half
, and threw it into the toilet. A few minutes later, I came running out. My mother, who'd been watching the waiting hall entrance, saw me
and hurriedly got off the train to greet me. "How did it go?"
I calmed my slightly rapid breathing. "Well, I got a call as soon as I entered the station, telling me
to go to the restroom. Then someone was waiting for me there. He took the money in a stall and gave me an SD
card."
Just then, my mother's phone, still in my hand, beeped with a text message. I opened it: "My dear
, I received the money and the item. Don't worry, I'm a man of my word. I didn't keep a backup. I hope
we can rekindle our relationship sometime. Bye!"
My mother's face paled slightly after reading the message, but she was visibly relieved. Although she couldn't completely believe
the man who had violated her would let her go so easily, at least she could breathe a sigh of relief for now.
I continued, "He told me to wait in the restroom for half an hour before coming out. I secretly watched him from the doorway.
He got on the train through a ticket gate; it was going from here to Kunming, Yunnan. Oh, and I even secretly took
a picture of him." As I spoke, I pulled up a photo on my phone.
The photo was a bit blurry and far away, but you could still make out the profile of a short, ordinary-looking
man in black, about thirty years old, carrying a travel bag.
My mother sighed, then said with some worry that I was too reckless. She worried that if that man had seen me
, who knows what might have happened? Luckily, I wasn't discovered… she went on and on.
On the way back, I noticed my mother still looked worried from time to time. When I asked her why, she admitted she still
couldn't completely relax. Who knew if that man had kept a copy to blackmail her later? Did she
really expect the man who had molested her to keep his word as he said in the text message? My mother wasn't that naive.
Upon hearing this, I smiled mysteriously, offered my mother a few words of comfort, and seeing that she clearly wasn't listening, I stopped
talking, took out my phone, and started playing games. We walked home in silence.
Once home, my mother sat on the sofa and began to stare blankly. Just as I was about to go to my room, she suddenly
called out to me, "Hey, Xiao Jie, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone about this, especially your
dad."
I nodded. "Don't worry, Mom, it's all in the past now. Just pretend nothing happened. Only
heaven, earth, you, and I know."
My mother forced a smile and nodded. I turned and went into my room, thinking to myself: Don't worry, Mom, I'll make sure
you have no worries.
****************
Three days later, I rushed out of my room with a look of surprise and joy, shouting, "Mom, come quick! Come see
!"
"What's wrong? Why are you making such a fuss?" My mother poked her head out from the kitchen.
"Come quick, you'll be even more excited than me after seeing this." I grabbed my mother's arm and dragged her to the computer.
"Look!"
The screen was on the homepage of a Guangdong newspaper website. After my mother sat down with a puzzled look, I clicked
the mouse a few times to open a news article. "Mom, look!"
The bold headline read, "Police in our province launch a crackdown on organized crime, arresting several habitual fugitives."
Below was a text description and several pictures. In the second photo,
among the men being escorted by police with their hands tied behind their backs, was the very man I had photographed with my phone last time. Although the photo resolution wasn't high and
the face was somewhat blurry, my mother effortlessly
matched this face, which she both loathed and couldn't forget, with the one she remembered.
My mother was both surprised and delighted. After checking several times, she was so excited that her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a complete
sentence, but the relief and joy on her face were clearly visible without words.
I patted my mother on the shoulder. "Mom, you can rest assured now. I told you long ago, this kind of guy would definitely..."
He's not going to have a good ending. Look, the report says he committed burglary, intentional assault, and is a repeat offender. He'll probably be locked up for at least
ten or eight years. "
My mother took a few deep breaths to calm her agitated emotions, then smiled at me. 'Hehe, yes
, now I can finally relax. I can finally get rid of that scoundrel.' She hesitated for a
moment, 'I just don't know what if he still has those photos...'
'Mom, don't worry. Even if he did keep a copy, since he was caught, the police must have confiscated it. It
won't end up in his own hands. Those police don't know the person in the photos is you, and he
wouldn't be stupid enough to admit that the photos were for blackmail. Even if he did, they would definitely be destroyed.'
'Hmm, I hope so...' My mother relaxed her furrowed brows, then suddenly remembered that I had also seen those lewd
photos of her, and now I was discussing them with her so seriously. Her pretty face flushed red, and she hurriedly stood up
. 'I, I'll go cook...' Before she finished speaking, she ran into the kitchen as if fleeing."
Looking at my mother's gracefully curved back, I swallowed hard, took out my phone, and dialed Da Tou's
number: "Hey, Da Tou, it's done, but you still need to tell that guy to keep the news
up for another three days. If they find out the picture was altered, they need to fix it immediately."
"Sure," Da Tou chuckled casually. "The expert my buddy found said it's no problem at all. It's just a local
newspaper website, not some front-page headline. Just Photoshop one of the photos in the news
and put it back. Even the reporter who covered it probably won't notice. Speaking of which, what did that 　　guy
who got his picture uploaded do to you that you had to make him look like a repeat offender?" 　　Actually, the photo I took for my mother was of a complete stranger. I overheard her 　　chatting with someone in the bathroom about going to work in the south, so I snapped a picture when she wasn't looking. Then, I had Da Tou use his 　　connections to find a skilled hacker to hack into the website of a local Guangdong newspaper and swap the profile picture with the one in the news article 　　. Actually, I had already found that news article beforehand; it was from last year. This roundabout way put 　　my mother at ease and brought the nude photo incident to a close. With my mother's 　　worries gone, I could focus on my plan to conquer her. Thinking about this, I can't help but admire 　　the author—no, I mean myself. My mind is too sharp; a wicked idea pops into my head in an instant. Unfortunately, I 　　'm hopeless when it comes to studying. 　　Just imagining my mother being possessed and played with at will, my penis already started to get hard 　　. Thankfully, my mother's call for me to eat pulled me back to reality. Calming my restless heart and lustful 　　desires, I sat down at the table with an innocent and harmless expression. 　　My mother was clearly in a great mood; the lingering melancholy of the past few days had vanished. She 　　even served herself half a bowl more rice than usual. I deliberately flattered her, making her laugh heartily. 　　Little did she know, her seemingly mature and understanding son, looking at her voluptuous and alluring figure 　　, was harboring lewd thoughts 　　…

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