Mother's True Colors Part 2

"I just checked into the hotel. Let's go find somewhere to eat first." Mom wasn't very familiar with the area and suggested I find a nice place; she wanted to treat me to a good meal. But I had no appetite, so I just randomly picked a dumpling restaurant and ordered two dishes and a plate of dumplings. We ate and chatted, but the whole process felt more like Mom was interrogating me. She kept asking me this and that: how were my studies? Did I need money? What was my homeroom teacher like? Did I have a girlfriend? I felt like a criminal on trial, mechanically answering every question, constantly reminding myself to be careful not to say anything carelessly. Mom held her long hair up to avoid getting food on it, and even the way she ate exuded elegance. Occasionally, she would lightly lick the corner of her mouth, and every movement captivated me. Just as I was stealing glances at my mother's chest, she suddenly asked, "Why haven't you been online lately? Your dad won't let you." "Last month I left a message telling you my score on the monthly exam, didn't you see it?" I pulled a napkin from the box, wiped my mouth, and nervously looked out the window. I didn't even know what I was looking at; maybe I just wanted to get away as quickly as possible. "I was talking about that number," my mother said casually, but I felt like a suspect being convicted, immediately tensing up. Even though it was summer, my palms were already sweating. I didn't know if my mother was just saying it casually or if she already knew the truth. In that instant, I thought of several lies, but none of them were believable. Finally, I only managed to say two words: "No." What did "no" mean? Did it mean I didn't have another number, or that I hadn't logged into that number? I didn't even know what I was saying. I thought, "This is terrible." I stood there like a wooden statue, staring out the window, the atmosphere extremely awkward. Mom took a sip of tea, followed my gaze to the window, and after a while said, "It's getting dark, you should go home." I felt like I'd been granted a reprieve, and without even saying goodbye, I stood up and headed out. Mom called out, "Hey, basketball!" I was already at the door when I remembered I'd forgotten to take the basketball from my seat, so I hurriedly went back and took it from Mom. "Your memory's terrible. Be careful, young man, don't be so clumsy," Mom scolded me, half-scolding. Then she added, "I have to meet a friend tomorrow, I'll call you the day after, remember?" I nodded, stumbled out of the restaurant, hailed a taxi on the street, and went home without daring to look back. The experience had left me shaken. When I got home, I saw Aunt Zhang watching TV, and Dad washing fruit in the kitchen; they seemed to have just finished eating too. For the past few months, Dad has been coming home very early. He's even hired a nanny to take care of Aunt Zhang during the day. You can probably guess what's going on—Aunt Zhang is pregnant, seven months along. Dad has turned down all unnecessary social engagements, focusing all his attention on her. He's busy and happy, and even I'm a little jealous. "Xiao Wu's back. Have you eaten?" Aunt Zhang, with her big belly, was watching a silly obstacle course game on TV, laughing heartily while clutching her stomach. "Yes, I have." Dad brought out some washed fruit and placed it in front of Aunt Zhang, calling me to join him. I said I didn't want to eat, rinsed off the sweat, and went back to my room. I picked up a book and started flipping through it aimlessly. The images in my mind flashed before my eyes like turning the pages of a book—scenes of me with Mom just now, especially when I remembered her saying, "I was talking about that number." I felt like her words were implying something, not just a casual remark. Thinking of this, I turned on my computer and logged into the "Orphan in the Snow" account. Since I hadn't logged in for a long time, I hadn't received many of the previous messages, so I had no idea if "Cupid" had left me a message. To my surprise, Huang Lang's QQ group was still very active, and the group album had many more explicit photos of my mother, even more graphic than before. One set of photos shocked me even more: my mother was standing naked in front of a projection screen, holding a microphone. The projector's image shone on her snow-white skin, transforming it into a multicolored blue-green body. The surrounding environment was dark, but I could see many people below; some were smoking, some were drinking, but their eyes were all fixed on my mother's alluring body. It was clear the photos were taken in a KTV room, and my mother was engaging in group sex with this group. The next photo was even more lewd. My mother was holding onto the sofa with one hand and a microphone in the other, seemingly singing or moaning. Her long hair cascaded down like waves, being caressed and played with by a man sitting on the sofa. Her large, white buttocks, raised high, were being vigorously penetrated by a young man about my age—that man was Huang Lang. I don't know how to describe my feelings towards Huang Lang. I'm not a friend, nor an enemy; I'm just in a very awkward situation. I suppose he was the one who organized the lewd party in the photo. This guy is a real headache. The third photo was practically a relay race of sex. My mother was being lifted up by two young men, her thighs raised high, her buttocks resting on the edge of the coffee table. She was tilting her head to lick Huang Lang's penis clean of semen. A guy with a lot of hair in his anus was thrusting between her legs, and behind him was a line of men waiting, each with an erection. A pack of wolves' feast was inevitable. If I had seen these photos six months ago, I definitely wouldn't have been able to bear it. Even now, they still don't look very appealing. After all, no one wants to see their mother being gang-raped. But after seeing them so many times, they don't seem so bad anymore. Thinking about my mother's lewd expression, I found myself getting an erection. Helpless, I had to use my mother as an object of my fantasies again. So I took off my shorts, grabbed my hard penis, and started masturbating while looking at my mother's lewd photos. After a quick round of masturbation, my lust was released, but I was quickly overwhelmed by guilt. She is, after all, my mother. I know she still loves me. How could I use someone who loves me as an object to release my lust? If my mother didn't love me, I would feel better. I thought again: if we were mutually attracted, if she were willing... No, how could that be? I let my mind wander, wiped the semen off the floor, and collapsed onto the bed, continuing to speculate on various possibilities. The next day was Friday. I went to and from school as usual, but as I passed the school gate, I kept glancing at the street to see if my mother was across the street. Mom said she was meeting a friend today, and she didn't show up. I wondered who she was meeting. This city was still unfamiliar to her; she probably didn't know anyone there. Was it some online friend? Did Mom mainly come to meet someone online and only came to see me on the side? Never mind, I'm used to it anyway. I should just think about how to deal with Mom tomorrow. This weekend was a monthly break. Normally I could relax, but this time I was a little worried. I didn't know how I was going to get through these two days with Mom. Oh well, I had to grit my teeth and get through it. The morning was peaceful. It was almost noon and Mom hadn't called. I thought she was still with her friend and didn't have time for me. Just then, my phone rang. It was Mom. She wanted me to come to her hotel room; she wanted to talk to me. Dad had told me not to tell Aunt Zhang that Mom was coming to see me, afraid she'd be angry. So I told her, "Mom, my friend is looking for me, I won't be back for lunch." I forgot to mention, last month I started calling Aunt Zhang "Mom." This was both Dad's wish and my own choice. I couldn't keep calling her "Auntie," and besides, she's been quite good to me. As long as I still care about my own mother, "stepmother" is just a title, nothing serious. I walked to the hotel, sat in the lobby and smoked a cigarette, then slowly made my way to Mom's room. Room 202, near the corner of the stairs, was Mom's room. I knocked twice, and Mom's voice immediately came from inside: "Coming." A moment later, I heard the lock click, and Mom opened the door. I called out "Mom," and was about to step inside when I noticed someone sitting on the bed behind her. How could there be a man in Mom's room? Although Mom had blocked the man's face, I could still tell from his clothes that it was a man, and not very old. At that moment, I hesitated, unsure whether to go in or back out. I swayed slightly and whispered, "Someone's here." My mother nodded expressionlessly, pulled me inside, and as the perspective shifted, I clearly saw the person's face. Unexpectedly, yet predictably, it happened—it was Huang Lang. My first instinct was to run. Turning around, I found my mother standing right behind me, almost bumping into me. My face flushed red, and I could hear my own heart pounding. I was completely at a loss. My mother crossed her arms, fiddling with her hair, glancing at us occasionally with a strange expression—not anger, but a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment. I involuntarily backed away until I was next to Huang Lang, glancing at him sideways. He had his head down, seemingly afraid to look at me. The air in the room seemed to freeze for half a minute before Mom suddenly spoke, "Well... you can tell Xiao Wu yourself." Mom turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. Only Huang Lang and I remained in the room. By then, I had...I made a preliminary judgment: Huang Lang had accidentally let slip my true identity as the "Orphan in the Snow." Now, not only did my mother know about my shameful behavior, but Huang Lang also surely knew about our incestuous affair. Enraged, I shoved Huang Lang and yelled, "You fucking screwed me over!" Huang Lang, pushed onto the bed, said pitifully, "Buddy, don't worry, let me tell you." "Get out of here." I had no interest in listening to him; I just wanted to leave. I could never face my mother again. Seeing me about to leave, Huang Lang immediately stopped me, saying, "It wasn't me who screwed you over, it was your stepmother who screwed you over, and you're still in the dark." Hearing this, I immediately realized things weren't as simple as I thought, so I asked him what he meant. "Don't get angry, I'm telling you this." "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just get to the point!" "Don't be impatient..." Huang Lang pulled me down to sit, lit a cigarette for me, and continued, "Actually, this isn't my fault at all. It was your stepmother who tricked me into doing it. If you want to settle accounts with her, I'll help you." "What does this have to do with her? Tell the truth, or I'll kill you!" I sensed the seriousness of the situation and immediately stood up, grabbing his clothes, looking very aggressive. In my current mood, I was capable of anything. It was clear that Huang Lang was genuinely scared, and he timidly told the truth. "Actually, I've known your stepmother for a long time. She's the one who plotted to make me seduce your mother. You know what happened after that." "You're talking nonsense! Why would she do that?" "Really, I'm not lying to you. Your stepmother is a homewrecker. She had her eye on your father even before your parents divorced. She arranged for your mother to have an affair. Later, she even sabotaged me, trying to ruin your mother's reputation. I really didn't know it was your mother at first, otherwise I would never have done that." Finally, the truth came out. I was kept in the dark about the whole thing. At first, I thought my father was a heartless man who turned bad after getting rich. Later, I thought my mother was the unfaithful woman. Now I finally understand. Aunt Zhang was the mastermind behind my parents' divorce. She would do anything to get my father. She was utterly despicable and vile. My father was her prey; my mother was her rival; and Huang Lang became her tool. So what about me? I was the most innocent victim in this conspiracy. When I finally understood everything, a surge of anger welled up inside me. I wanted to settle old scores and new grudges all at once. I slammed the cigarette in my hand to the ground, then punched Huang Lang in the cheek, yelling, "Fuck you, I'll teach you to be bad!" I grabbed Huang Lang's neck and shoved him onto the bed. Caught off guard by my sudden punch, Huang Lang reacted to the fact that I had his throat gripped. His face turned from white to red, then from red to purple, and he was clearly only exhaling, not inhaling. Suddenly, he grabbed the TV remote and smashed it over my head. I felt a sharp pain in my head, and my hand naturally loosened. Huang Lang pushed me to the ground again. Huang Lang coughed as he got up, turned, and ran outside. I chased after him, grabbed him by the back of the collar, and unleashed a barrage of kicks. Huang Lang yelled, "You fucking crazy!" He turned and kicked me in the stomach, then lunged at me and we started fighting. We fought for five or six minutes, both of us bruised and battered. Finally, we were both exhausted. I sat on the carpet by the bed to rest, while he lay on the sofa, panting heavily, like a dog panting with its tongue lolling out in the summer sun. "You fucking shameless bastard, I told you the truth, and you... you still hit me..." Huang Lang pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit two, took one for himself, and tossed the other to me. I shifted my body, reached out to pick up the cigarette he threw at me, took a puff, and said, "Hitting you is too lenient. Tell me, did you deserve to be hit?" "I did. You did the right thing, okay?" "Damn it, stop playing the coward with me. I don't believe you're so kind as to come and tell me what happened." Huang Lang was right. It turned out that last month he found out that Shao Li was my mother. He felt that he had been used as a pawn by Aunt Zhang and was unwilling to accept it, so he called Aunt Zhang to extort money. As expected, Aunt Zhang sent him five thousand yuan as hush money. Huang Lang didn't expect the money to come so easily, and he spent it recklessly. The five thousand yuan was gone in a few days. So he called again to extort more money. This time, Aunt Zhang didn't send him money. Instead, she found a few people to beat Huang Lang up and warned him not to push his luck or he would be in trouble. Unexpectedly, Huang Lang was a stubborn man who wouldn't admit defeat. From then on, he and Aunt Zhang became enemies. They glared at each other and revealed the truth, demanding my mother help them get revenge. The two of them devised a revenge plan, and then they found me, wanting me to join in. "Let me tell you, we'll handle our own family matters. You don't need to interfere. Get out of here, and don't let me see you again!" I stood up, walked over to Huang Lang, kicked him, and yelled, "Get out of here!" Huang Lang struggled to his feet and staggered out. At the door, he turned back to me and said, "If you're a man, take revenge. Don't let me look down on you." Then he limped away. The door was open, and I vaguely heard my mother and Huang Lang talking in the hallway, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. After my mother sent Huang Lang away, she returned to her room. I immediately hid by the windowsill, my back to my mother, too ashamed to look at her, wishing I could disappear into the ground. "Oh dear! You're bleeding! Let me take you to the hospital, come on!" Seeing the blood trickling from my temple, Mom rushed into the bathroom to grab a towel, pressed it against the wound, and pulled me towards the hospital. "It's nothing, just a small cut," I said, wiping the blood from my face with the towel. I turned my back to her and sat on the bed, too embarrassed to face anyone. Seeing that I didn't want to go to the hospital, Mom didn't force me. She said, "Then let's put an ice pack on it." So she went downstairs and bought a bottle of frozen mineral water, wrapped it in a towel, and placed it on the wound on my head. I instinctively pulled away, but Mom held my head and said, "Don't move, it'll swell if you don't put an ice pack on it now." She sat close to me on the bed, one hand holding my head, the other holding the ice pack to cool it. It was only then that I noticed my mother was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt that covered her body tightly. Because her breasts were so full, the top few buttons couldn't be fastened, and the shirt was very low-cut. From my angle, I could see her cleavage and the lace trim of her white bra. Combined with the scent of her perfume, my last shred of shame was instantly consumed by lust. "Does it hurt?" my mother asked. Seeing me staring intently at her breasts, she seemed a little embarrassed and asked me coquettishly, "Where are you looking?" I immediately shifted my gaze away from my mother's body, grabbed some ice water, and kept drinking it. My mother chuckled softly and said, "Since some things have already happened, let's not think about them anymore. I haven't said anything." My mother finally spoke; she wanted to bring up the topic and talk about the shameful thing we had done, but I didn't have the courage to take the plunge. "Xiao Wu, can you forgive your mother?" Seeing that I still didn't answer, she asked again, "Do you look down on me now?" I didn't answer anything my mother asked, so she stopped asking and just sat there silently. After a while, I secretly glanced at my mother and found that she was crying. This broke my heart. I can't stand seeing women cry, especially my mother. I wanted to wipe away her tears, but when I reached out, my mother grabbed my hand tightly and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. She cried, "Mommy's so bad...please...please don't hate me...Mommy regrets it so much...sob sob sob..." She cried as she spoke, like a young girl begging for her lover's pity, which saddened me greatly. I gently patted her shoulder to comfort her, "It's alright, it's alright, don't cry. I didn't say I hated you. As long as you don't blame me, that's enough." "Then you forgive Mommy?" My mother's eyes were red, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto my arm. Her eyes were filled with pity. From her expression, I seemed to see a tearful young girl waiting for me to cherish and love her. So, without hesitation, I nodded. Seeing that I had forgiven her, Mom immediately stopped crying and smiled, pressing her face against my chest, hugging my waist tenderly, and softly saying, "You're so good." I had never seen Mom so affectionate; such a scene had only appeared in my dreams. Who would have thought that a woman in her early forties could be more captivating than a young girl when she acted coquettishly? It seems that experience truly matters; the charm that a mature woman can display is something that eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls completely lack. The feeling of having a beautiful woman in my arms was incredibly wonderful. Since my last encounter with Mom, I hadn't experienced the warmth of a woman. Now, with this little lamb before me, how could I possibly be a decent person? I had long since thrown morality and ethics to the wind. I gently stroked Mom's back, occasionally teasing her smooth chin with my fingers. Seeing that Mom didn't mind, my hand slowly moved, sliding down her back towards her breast. My breathing became rapid. Although I had the experience from last time, this time it was incest on the table, so nervousness was inevitable. Just as my hand was on my mother's breast, about to grab it hard, she suddenly sat up from my embrace, lowered her head, and said, "Wasn't this too fast?" I was already feeling uneasy.Hearing my mother say that, I felt embarrassed. I took out a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and took a couple of steady puffs. "Why did you learn to smoke?" My mother dropped her shy demeanor and immediately adopted a parental tone. A woman's face really can change in an instant. "Just smoking for fun." "Stop smoking. I have something serious to tell you." My mother snatched the half-smoked cigarette from me, stubbed it out, and threw it on the ground. Then she said solemnly, "I want you to do something for me." "Didn't you two already discuss it? Do you need me?" I guessed right away that my mother wanted me to help her deal with Aunt Zhang. Actually, I would have helped even without her asking, but I was still a little annoyed. "Oh, are you jealous?" "No." "Hehe, not yet. Look at you, you promised to forgive your mother, but you didn't keep your word." Mom scratched my face with her finger, looking at my eyes with a half-smile. Seeing that I was still holding back, she rubbed my face with her soft hands, saying repeatedly, "Smile, smile." I couldn't hold back anymore because of Mom, and I couldn't help but laugh. I even kissed her a few times. The barrier between us was broken at that moment. After a passionate kiss, Mom told me her plan. Hearing it made my hair stand on end. I finally understood a principle: never mess with a woman. According to Mom's plan, my first task was to go home and let Dad see my injuries. I would say that I was robbed by a group of thugs on the road and was beaten because I didn't have money to give them. In this way, Mom could stay under the pretext of taking care of me, while Dad was busy with work at the factory during the day and had to take care of Aunt Zhang, who was pregnant, at night, so he was happy to leave me with Mom. Three days later, as planned, I was to arrange a meal for my parents. This task wasn't easy to accomplish, since they were already divorced. People say that two people who love each other often become the most hateful after breaking up, and there's some truth to that. Besides, my father had remarried, so there were many factors to consider. Things didn't go very smoothly, but after some persuasion, appealing to their emotions and reasoning, my father finally agreed to my request for a polite lunch with my mother as a way of thanking her for taking care of me these past few days. In the morning, I called the best restaurant in town to make a reservation, and rushed there after school at noon. Soon after, my father drove over from the factory. My mother called to say she would be there soon, so my father and I ordered food and waited for my mother to arrive. About ten minutes later, my father seemed a little anxious, constantly checking his watch. He had a business meeting with a client that afternoon and needed time to prepare. If my mother didn't show up soon, he was afraid he would get impatient. Then Mom finally arrived, looking quite late. At first glance, I almost didn't recognize her. Mom looked so beautiful today! She had a mature and elegant center-parted, wavy hairstyle, and her fair face was lightly made up. A light pink top paired with a white long skirt—simple yet exuding a unique feminine elegance. She looked absolutely stunning! I even had an urge to let everyone know that this beautiful woman was my mother. Mom walked lightly to us and immediately apologized for being late, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm late." Dad, upon seeing Mom, had the same feeling as me and quickly said, "It's alright, we just arrived too. Please have a seat." Good heavens, what were they doing? We've been together for over ten years, and I've never seen them so polite to each other. "Mom, why are you so late? If you were any later, Dad would have left." "Don't talk nonsense, who's leaving?" Dad scolded me, then said to Mom, "We just ordered a few dishes, we don't know if you like them, how about we order a few more of your favorites?" He then went to call the waiter. "Don't bother, I have to rush back soon and won't be staying long. I just wanted to say goodbye to you and Xiao Wu." Mom smiled and patted my head, then turned to Dad and smiled, saying, "Thank you for taking the time to come today." Dad and I were both a little surprised. I thought to myself: Why is Mom going back? What about her plans? Will she not seek revenge on Aunt Zhang? I just thought about it but didn't dare to ask. But Dad couldn't help himself and asked, "Why are you leaving so soon? You've come all this way, stay with Xiao Wu for a few more days. I'll cover all the expenses." I really didn't understand. Dad had seemed impatient just now, but after seeing Mom, he was like a different person, even nicer than before their divorce. Is this what they call appreciating something only after losing it, or has he fallen for Mom now? To be honest, when Mom was with Dad, she was practically a haggard housewife, but now she's completely transformed, radiating a captivating aura that could turn heads on the street and make passersby follow her. Also, I have to tell you all a secret. Ever since we found out Aunt Zhang was pregnant, Dad has been sleeping in the guest room and hasn't had any marital relations for several months. For a grown man, this kind of suffering is unimaginable. No wonder he's acting like a cat seeing a fish when he sees Mom. I don't know what Dad is thinking, but I'm sure his lower body has been aroused by Mom, because I saw his… I won't say anymore. "I've been out for several days. I was worried that Xiao Jie wouldn't be able to handle things. I'm relieved to see that you're all doing well." The Xiao Jie that Mom is talking about is my second aunt. They no longer rent a counter in the mall. There's a high-end women's clothing store on the most bustling street in our hometown, which Mom and my second aunt recently opened together. So, she's practically a female boss now. "My dad's great, but I'm not. Look, my head injury hasn't healed yet. Can't you stay with me a few more days?" "Yeah, Xiao Wu isn't fully recovered yet. I... I have a lot of things to do and can't take care of him. Since the child is reluctant to leave you, why don't you stay a few more days?" Dad kept trying to persuade Mom to stay, using me as an excuse. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. It's true what they say, the wildflowers are always more fragrant than the garden flowers, and the garden flowers are even more fragrant after they become wildflowers. "Hmm..." Mom seemed hesitant and said, "I'm just worried about Xiao Wu. What if those people kidnap him again?" "How about this, I'll drive him to and from school. You can work hard and take care of him for a few more days. We'll both feel at ease. What do you think?" I think a large part of Dad's enthusiasm was to please Mom. But that's fine too. Aunt Zhang has been monopolizing my dad for so long; it's time for him to spend some time with me. "Well... okay." "That's right, isn't that what we parents do for our children? I'll go get some money this afternoon, you spend a few days playing with Xiao Wu." Dad smiled, I think he had already forgotten about his business meeting with clients that afternoon; now Mom was his most important client. Dad poured Mom a cup of tea and said, "It's quite hot today, I'll ask someone to turn on the air conditioning. The food hasn't arrived yet, Xiao Li, you sit down first, I'll go order a few more dishes you like." Dad stood up from his seat, took a few steps, then turned back and said, "Let's have a drink, what do you want? I'll go order it." Mom waved her hand and smiled, saying, "No, no, you know I can't drink." "Just a little, it's okay, it's rare for the three of us to have a meal together, it's nice to be happy." The three of us were originally sitting in the main hall, but Dad suggested we go to a private room to eat. We ordered a large table of dishes, and with drinks, it cost over four thousand. However, Mom didn't eat much herself, she mostly served me food, occasionally chatting politely with Dad as he kept trying to get close to her, and finally left after drinking a glass of red wine. Dad offered to drive Mom back to the hotel, but she politely declined. After dropping her off, Dad went back to the private room, poured himself a drink, and subtly inquired about Mom's situation. I knew Dad had taken the bait; Mom's plan was half complete. For the next few days, Dad was Mom and me's driver, whether we were going to and from school or out. He left factory work to his assistant, and with a nanny at home looking after Aunt Zhang, he suddenly became quite idle. He paid for everything—meals, shopping—and even bought Mom a very expensive watch, which she refused to accept. In the end, Dad had to give it to Aunt Zhang, telling me not to tell her the truth. Aunt Zhang was naturally overjoyed; she had never received such an expensive gift from Dad since their marriage. A satisfied smile appeared on her taut, overweight face, which was swollen from overnutrition. Aunt Zhang had gained weight rapidly during her pregnancy, and Dad could only laugh awkwardly at his overweight wife—a truly bitter pill to swallow. That evening, Dad called Aunt Zhang to say he had business to attend to and wouldn't be home for dinner, leaving just Aunt Zhang and me at home. I noticed she was getting lazier and lazier; after dinner, she would lie on the sofa watching TV. The popcorn was right on the coffee table, but she wouldn't get up to get it herself, insisting I hand it to her while she ate it lying down, resulting in crumbs all over the floor. Even if she was pregnant, she didn't need to act like that. Not wanting to see her like that, I made an excuse to go see a classmate, but actually I was going to see Mom. Not far from the hotel, I suddenly saw Dad's car. So his overtime work wasn't the real reason; he was there to meet Mom. Just then, Dad came out of the hotel first, opened the glass door for Mom, and then they both got into the car and drove east. I secretly admired Mom's seductive skills; she'd already made Dad so infatuated, even the pregnant woman at home...I didn't care anymore. No wonder so many young men fell for her charms. For some reason, I suddenly felt jealous of my dad. I wondered if they would rekindle their romance tonight. If they remarried, would I still be able to have sex with my mom? I wandered around the streets for a while, but finding it boring, I went home. Aunt Zhang was watching a long, tedious Korean drama. She was probably watching something funny, laughing so hard her lips were almost touching her ears. I thought to myself, "That wicked woman, laugh all you want, you'll regret it later." In the following days, my dad often used overtime as an excuse to secretly meet with my mom in bars and cafes, always choosing places far from home. But he always came home every night and never stayed out overnight. I didn't know if my mom hadn't given him a chance, or if he didn't want to betray Aunt Zhang. I thought the former was more likely. Since my mom was deliberately setting things up, she wouldn't let my dad get away with it so easily. It was the weekend, and as usual, Dad didn't come home for dinner. Aunt Zhang asked him why he hadn't been home lately, and Dad lied, saying he was talking to a big client, and then hung up. Aunt Zhang hadn't worked for several months and wasn't familiar with the factory situation, so she just went along with whatever Dad said. But this time, something different happened. Dad didn't come home all night, and his cell phone was always switched off. The next morning, Aunt Zhang called the factory. Dad's assistant, Xiao Zhao, answered. Upon questioning, Xiao Zhao told the truth: he had been handling everything at the factory lately, hadn't taken on any big clients, and Dad always left work early, sometimes just dropping by for a quick look. The employees assumed the boss was at home taking care of his wife and mother. This really worried Aunt Zhang. Based on a woman's intuition, she concluded that Dad was having an affair. It wasn't hard to guess; being heavily pregnant and unable to satisfy her husband's needs, the chances of him cheating were naturally much higher. I knew it was time to do the third task. Seeing that it was almost time, I pretended to comfort Aunt Zhang, saying, "Don't worry, I'll go to the factory to look for him later." "Xiao Wu, you said your dad didn't come home all night, where could he have gone?" I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know, and then suddenly pointed to her watch and said, "Hey, how come this watch is with you?" "It's a gift from your dad, what's wrong?" "That's not right, I saw my dad give my mom the same watch, but my mom didn't want it. How come you have one too? Oh, I understand, your mom didn't want it, so she gave it to you." Aunt Zhang's face immediately changed when she heard this, and she asked me, "You said your mom came?" "Yes, she's been here for quite a while, didn't my dad tell you?" I pretended to be clueless and asked her back. "This watch was a gift from your dad to your mom, you're not lying to me, are you?" "Why would I lie to you?" "Xiao Wu, tell me, where is your mom now?" "She should be at a hotel, my dad found it for her, I forgot the name." "Do you know how to get there?" "Yes." "Take me there now." "Why? You're not going to argue with my mom, are you?" "No way, I just want to see her." Aunt Zhang forced a smile, pulled me outside, hailed a taxi on the street, and drove straight to the hotel following the directions I gave her.It was the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, a weekend, supposedly an auspicious day for weddings, so many people were getting married that day. Across from the hotel where my mother was staying was a large restaurant where a wedding banquet was being held, so there were many guests and wedding cars at the entrance, creating a chaotic scene. Our taxi couldn't get in, and Aunt Zhang, in her haste, simply got out and walked. Although I was annoyed with her, she was pregnant, and I had to consider the baby's well-being, even if not the mother's. So, after paying the fare, I immediately went to help her, pushing through the jostling crowd, and we entered the hotel. The lobby was quiet. Besides the hotel staff, there was only a young man in his twenties sitting on the sofa. When he saw Aunt Zhang and me enter, he kept glancing at us furtively and making a furtive phone call. He seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. I helped Aunt Zhang to my mother's room on the second floor and said to her, "Don't argue with my mom when you see her later. Talk to her nicely." Ugh, why am I suddenly so soft-hearted at this crucial moment? I'm not even as good as these two women. Looks like I'm really not cut out for big things. Aunt Zhang, already impatient, pushed open the door and barged in. I followed her into the room. I saw my father lying naked on the bed, fast asleep, his clothes, tie, and shoes scattered all over the floor. There were several condoms on the bedside table. Unsurprisingly, Aunt Zhang immediately went berserk, grabbing a pillow and hitting my father, yelling, "Get up...get up..." My father was fast asleep, and besides, the pillow was so light, how could it hurt? So he remained fast asleep, showing no sign of waking up. Just then, Mom suddenly came out of the bathroom. Her hair was disheveled, and she was wearing Dad's white shirt, the oversized fabric covering her lower body. It was unclear whether she was wearing underwear or not. She seemed to have just finished washing up in the bathroom and had come out barefoot after hearing Aunt Zhang's shouts. When Aunt Zhang saw my mother, the two women stared at each other like Li Kui encountering Zhang Fei—a fight was inevitable. Aunt Zhang was seven months pregnant, and facing her husband's infidelity at this time, how could she not be heartbroken and furious? Moreover, the woman who made her husband cheat on her was his ex-wife—this was a huge insult to her dignity. The most direct way to express this pent-up anger was to hit someone. Aunt Zhang had just removed the pillow from Dad's head when she threw it at Mom. Before Mom could dodge, she was hit on the head, her long, fluffy hair flying wildly in the blast. But instead of retaliating angrily, Mom casually tossed her hair and asked, "Zhang Xiaohui, what are you doing?" "I was about to ask you that too! How come my husband is with you?" Aunt Zhang was agitated, her expression a mixture of anger and grievance. Mom simply smiled faintly and said, "Why is he with me? Can't you see for yourself? You can't give him what he wants, so you won't let him go out and find his own pleasure?" "You…you…" Aunt Zhang stammered twice, glancing at me, but didn't continue. She probably wanted to say something hurtful, but held back out of consideration for my feelings. Mom tilted her head back and smiled, saying, "Go on, you just want to say I'm shameless and have no sense of shame, right? You're the same. If you had any shame, you wouldn't have seduced other women's husbands. You didn't get married until you were over thirty, and you even married a divorced man. How shameless do you have?" Aunt Zhang, hearing this, became really angry and couldn't help but retort, "Hmph, I wonder who's so unfaithful, bringing some other man home to sleep while her husband's away, a slut who cheats on her husband and keeps a lover, getting herself divorced, and now she's back seducing others. So shameless, and she even has the nerve to talk about others!" Aunt Zhang... My aunt's words were so hurtful. Not only was Mom angry, but I was also unhappy to hear them. It was clearly you who framed my mother, how dare you so openly accuse others? I said, "Stop pretending. Huang Lang told us the truth. I always thought you were a good person, I never expected..." Before I could finish, Aunt Zhang suddenly asked me in surprise, "Xiao Wu, what are you saying? How can even you... You can't bully me like this, I... I..." Aunt Zhang's voice choked, her eyes filled with grievance, and tears streamed down her face. My soft-heartedness resurfaced at that moment. I hesitated, I wavered, I was at a loss. "Xiao Wu, don't be fooled by her pitiful appearance, she's just faking it." Mom pulled me to stand behind her, displaying an overbearing demeanor, while Aunt Zhang clutched her stomach and sobbed, alone and at a disadvantage. She desperately wanted someone to speak up for her, but no one did. My mother, naturally pleased with herself, seized the opportunity to tease Aunt Zhang, saying, "Hey, your watch is nice. I think someone gave it to me, but I didn't take it. Turns out you picked it up! Hehe, it suits you quite well." Aunt Zhang was a very cheerful person, usually getting along well with everyone, and had never been insulted like this before. In a fit of anger, she took off her watch and threw it forcefully to the ground. At the same time, a deafening roar of nine cannon shots suddenly erupted across the street from the hotel. I could even feel the ground shaking, and the hotel windows rattled. It was 10:10 AM, and the wedding celebration across the street was firing a nine-gun salute, symbolizing perfection and everlasting love. After the cannons finished, my sleeping father was startled awake, and Aunt Zhang collapsed. Whether from the shock of the cannons or from twisting her wrist while throwing the watch, she looked unwell, her face contorted in pain, clutching her stomach and groaning softly. When Dad woke up, he sat on the bed. Still half-asleep, he saw Mom, me, and Aunt Zhang lying on the floor, not understanding what had just happened. I couldn't care less about revenge anymore; my conscience told me that no matter what had happened before, saving lives was the most important thing. So I quickly ran over, helped Aunt Zhang up, and carried her outside, saying to Dad, "Quick, let's take her to the hospital." Dad didn't have time to ask what happened; he quickly got dressed, and together we helped Aunt Zhang downstairs. To be honest, Dad's shirt was still on Mom's; he hadn't had time to put it on in the rush, so he was wearing his suit shirtless, which didn't look very presentable. As Dad left the room, he glanced back at Mom a few times, seemingly apologetic. Dad thought Aunt Zhang had come to catch him cheating and must have made things difficult for Mom, but he had no idea that it was all a setup by Mom, and that Aunt Zhang was the one who had truly suffered. Mom just smiled faintly, closed the door after we left, and acted as if nothing had happened. My dad and I helped Aunt Zhang out of the hotel. Across the street, a wedding was in full swing—firecrackers were going off, and people were singing. The scene was chaotic, and we couldn't even hail a taxi. My dad had left the car at the factory to avoid being seen, so we had to help Aunt Zhang slowly walk out. Aunt Zhang was heavily pregnant and making a lot of noise; it was heartbreaking to hear. Suddenly, a large firecracker flew towards us, landing right in front of us with a loud bang. Even I jumped in fright. When I looked at Aunt Zhang, she was deathly pale and had fainted. Liquid was flowing down her inner thigh; at first, I thought it was urine, but then I realized her water had broken. I looked in the direction the firecracker had come from, and a familiar face appeared in my vision. Yes, the person who threw the firecracker at us was the same guy who had been sitting in the hotel lobby talking on his cell phone. In a panic, I yelled, "Fuck your mother!" The guy, seeing that I had spotted him, turned and ran away, disappearing without a trace. I couldn't catch him. Later, I called 120 on my phone, and the ambulance arrived at the scene immediately, taking Aunt Zhang to the nearest hospital. After some emergency treatment, Aunt Zhang was finally out of danger, but her baby was born prematurely—a girl, much lighter than normal. She was immediately placed in an incubator, and it was uncertain whether she would survive. Aunt Zhang was very weak after giving birth, and the doctor said she might suffer from postpartum complications and needed to rest for the next few months, avoiding strenuous exercise and stress. After Aunt Zhang fell asleep, my father called me out of the ward and asked what had happened. I briefly recounted what had occurred at the hotel. My father was very regretful after hearing this, saying, "Last night, I had dinner with your mother and drank some alcohol, getting so drunk I didn't remember anything. It really caused a lot of trouble." He patted his head as he spoke, not seeming to be lying. That evening, Dad stayed at the hospital with Aunt Zhang and told me to go home first. But how could I go back to sleep peacefully? So I took a taxi and went straight to the hotel where Mom was staying. As soon as I entered the hotel, I rushed to the second floor, but when I tried to push the door open, I found it was locked. I went downstairs and asked the hotel receptionist, only to find out that Mom had checked out and left at noon. This was completely unexpected. I had so many questions I wanted to ask Mom. She just left without a word, without even saying goodbye. What was going on? There were some things I had to figure out. So I called Mom's cell phone. She didn't answer the first time, but she called me back the second time. During our conversation, I learned that Mom had already returned to her hometown. I asked her why she hadn't said goodbye before leaving, and she said it was because she had something to take care of at the shop and didn't have time to say goodbye. Later, when I tried to ask her about other things, Mom...She said her phone was about to run out of battery and then hung up on me. These past few days have been wonderful with my mother, but her attitude now chilled me. Considering some unusual things I noticed today, I started to feel something was wrong. I admit I'm soft-hearted and lack resolve, but I'm not stupid. I decided to investigate myself, not just listen to one side of the story, until the truth came out. The next day, as soon as school was over, I ran to the hospital to visit Aunt Zhang. My father had been with her for a whole day and night without closing his eyes. I told him to go home and rest for a while, and that I would take care of her. My father said he would go home and sleep first, and then come back to relieve me that evening. Now only Aunt Zhang and I were left in the ward. I sat by her bedside, feeling incredibly guilty, and said, "Mom, I...I..." Aunt Zhang saw my distress and probably guessed what I was thinking. She weakly said, "Xiao Wu, Mom's fine. I'll be alright in a few days. Don't worry." As she spoke, she reached out and touched my face. I felt her hand was very cold, definitely from postpartum ischemia. Seeing her haggard appearance, I felt even more heartbroken. "Actually, I arranged for Dad and Mom to meet. There's nothing between them at all. He was drunk that day. Please don't be suspicious. You still have to treat him well." Saying this went against my mother's wishes, but I didn't want any revenge now. The stability of the family was the most important thing. Dad had already been divorced once, and I didn't want him to be divorced again. "Yes, your dad told me everything. I believe him, don't worry." Aunt Zhang smiled again, her dimples appearing on her face. She didn't seem like a scheming, vicious woman at all. Was I really wrong? "Mom, I want to ask you something." "Go ahead." Aunt Zhang's smile grew even sweeter when she heard me call her "Mom." "Do you know Huang Lang?" "Huang Lang?" Aunt Zhang thought for a moment, then said, "Don't you have a classmate named Huang Lang? You seem to be on good terms." "Yes, did you know him before?" "No, I saw him when I went back to my hometown last time. He was with you. Why did you ask?" "It's nothing, I was just asking." It seemed I didn't need to ask any further. Since Aunt Zhang denied knowing Huang Lang, she naturally denied what Huang Lang had said. Now I just needed to verify her words. That evening, I was home alone online and secretly logged into the "Orphan in the Snow" group. I found several people in the group quite active, constantly exchanging stories of their romantic encounters, which had nothing to do with what I was investigating, so I ignored their nonsense. Later, I looked at the photos in the group album again and made a surprising discovery. In the photo of the group lining up to gang rape my mother in the KTV room, I saw a familiar face. It was the same person who attacked Aunt Zhang with firecrackers. He had also appeared in the hotel lobby, and I felt he looked familiar then. I never expected to find him in this photo. This confirmed that this person knew my mother, and he probably attacked Aunt Zhang with firecrackers at my mother's behest. Although this didn't prove anything, it made me more suspicious of Huang Lang's words. Over the next few days, I checked Aunt Zhang's remittance records for the past six months. Apart from sending 10,000 yuan to her elderly father, there were no other financial transactions; her phone records also showed no communication between her and Huang Lang. There's another point of suspicion: Aunt Zhang's social connections are very simple. Where did she find those thugs to beat up Huang Lang? In conclusion, I'm 80% certain that Aunt Zhang was wronged, and the real schemer is my mother. To confirm this, I decided to go back to my hometown again to investigate. It just so happened to be summer vacation, and I discussed going back to my hometown for a while with my dad. My dad, focused on taking care of Aunt Zhang, had even delegated all the factory work to his assistant, Xiao Zhao, and had no time to look after me, so he readily agreed. Before leaving, I withdrew two thousand yuan from the bank and visited Aunt Zhang and my sister in the hospital. Both the adults and children were gradually recovering, which put my mind at ease. At noon, I boarded the bus to my hometown. Although the windows were open, it still felt very stuffy. My restless mood throughout the journey was completely different from my last secret trip back home; this time, I was returning with a mission. Once, a sincere maternal love was placed before me, but I didn't cherish it. When she was born prematurely, I was filled with regret. If God gave me another chance, I would give Aunt Zhang justice. Thinking about this, a surge of righteous indignation rose in my heart. I told myself: I'm not Sherlock Holmes, nor am I Conan Edogawa, but I believe there's only one truth, and I will find it. As evening fell, I, Hu Hansan, finally returned. With mixed feelings, I walked the streets as the streetlights came on. I saw an old man selling glasses preparing to pack up and go home, so I went up and bought a pair of sunglasses. I don't know what my motivation was—was it to look cool, or was I afraid of being recognized? I don't even know myself. Looking back, my behavior was incredibly foolish. Wearing sunglasses in the dark—you're either a gangster or blind. I first found a small restaurant to eat, then took a taxi to the vicinity of my mother's rented apartment. I was familiar with the area and knew there was a hotel not far away. From the third floor, I could observe what was happening here, so I stayed there. The hotel was cheap and fairly clean, but student couples often stayed there overnight, so I was very careful when going in and out to avoid running into acquaintances. I kept watch in the room all day but didn't see any trace of my mother. I started to worry that she might have moved away. After all, she had money now; why would she still be renting a small house? If she didn't show up by tomorrow, I would stake out her shop. That night, it drizzled. When I woke up the next morning, the sky was full of rosy clouds, and the air was exceptionally fresh. Just as I was stretching by the window, I suddenly saw my mother get out of a taxi. She opened the front door and went into the rented house, then came out again shortly after, locked the door, got back into the taxi, and drove east. This discovery gave me a jolt of excitement. My chance had come! My mother had a habit of opening the windows to ventilate the house after every rain, and I guessed she still did. That's why she had taken a taxi back and then left in such a hurry. Thinking this, I couldn't wait any longer, so I hurriedly ran out of the hotel and arrived at the door of the rented room. Seeing that no one was around, I quietly jumped inside, then crouched down to the window. Sure enough, the window was half open. I jumped into the room through the window, then closed it back up. The room was just as it had always been, with no major changes. Actually, my mother hadn't lived here for a long time. She had bought a house, partly with her own money and partly borrowed from her lover. At least she didn't have to rent anymore. But this rented room had already been paid for a year, and the lease hadn't expired yet, so it had become my mother's den of iniquity, where she often brought her lover to spend the night. After calming myself down slightly, I began my investigation. I searched everywhere, from the closets to under the bed, but found nothing except a pile of stockings and a used condom. But fortune favors the persistent. Under the bed, I found a tattered address book. Besides names and phone numbers, it also contained some miscellaneous accounts. After flipping through a few pages, I finally found what I was looking for: a name called "Zhao Hua," my dad's assistant, Xiao Zhao. This discovery was crucial. Zhao Hua had been with my dad since the beginning of his career, always working tirelessly for him. Later, my dad promoted him to assistant, and now he was in charge of everything at the factory. Could my mom be in contact with him? I was worried. My dad had been away from the factory taking care of Aunt Zhang, and at this critical moment, nothing could go wrong. I immediately called my dad and told him what I had found, but he didn't seem too concerned, only saying he would come back to the factory when he had time. Still uneasy, I called Aunt Zhang and asked her to remind my dad to be extra careful. I put my contacts back and was about to jump out the window when I noticed a group of children playing in the neighboring east courtyard. Then I saw the landlady, an elderly woman, tending to her flowering trees in her yard. It seemed I wouldn't be able to get out anytime soon, so I had no choice but to wait in my room. Before I knew it, it was noon, and the children next door had all gone home for lunch. The landlady was nowhere to be seen either. I seized the opportunity and jumped out the window, but just as I was about to leave, I immediately retreated. This landlady was so elusive! In such a short time, how did she end up across the street, right in front of this gate? If I jumped out now, she would definitely spot me. I peeked out from the corner of the wall and saw the old woman, her husband, and their granddaughter enjoying an outdoor lunch around a small table. Under the shade of a large tree, on the lush green grass, and with a gentle breeze blowing, the three of them were enjoying their meal. I haven't eaten anything since morning, and seeing them eating so heartily makes my stomach rumble loudly. To make matters worse, there are more and more people on the street, mostly elderly men and women. Some are strolling around, others are playing chess or drinking tea. These people are the backbone of amateur thief-catching teams; they're more enthusiastic than anyone else when it comes to catching burglars. It seems I really won't be able to leave; I'll be mistaken for a thief.Being caught is no joke. What should I do? In this situation, I can only wait. Oh well, I'll go back to my room and rest for a while. The summer afternoon was unbearably hot. Although the window was open, there was no breeze, making me feel listless. I lay on the bed and drifted off to sleep. I probably didn't sleep well last night, so I slept until dusk. I thought I'd better hurry up and leave; it would be too late if I waited until Mom came back. As the saying goes, when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can be a problem. I had just put one foot on the windowsill when I heard the front door slam shut. Someone had obviously come in. I cursed under my breath, "Damn bad luck!" I quickly put my foot down and hid under the bed. A little while later, I heard the door lock being opened, and then two people walked in. I could only see their feet under the bed—two pairs of feet wearing sneakers. One of them said, "Nothing should go wrong." The other replied, "Don't worry about Lang, I'll make sure you lose your virginity tonight. Don't hang your head, perk up." I recognized the voice immediately; it was Huang Lang. That bastard, a leopard can't change its spots. He's introducing another virgin to my mom. I really wanted to rush out and beat him up right then and there. "Can't we have someone watch over her?" "It's fine. She's always coming to move goods. Besides, we came in with the key. You don't have to worry about people thinking we're thieves." "That's good. I'm just worried about my girlfriend finding out. Here, Lang, have a smoke." "Your girlfriend's breasts are flat as a board. I wouldn't even take her if she were mine. Tonight, I'll show you what a real woman is like." "Heh, is she really as good as you say?" "Don't worry, I won't let you waste your money. But you better keep your mouth shut, don't let anything slip." "Okay, I understand." That bastard Huang Lang actually treated my mom like a prostitute and acted like a pimp himself. He took the money and wanted to keep it all for himself. I didn't beat him enough last time. I'll cripple him sooner or later! "Brother Lang, how many men do you think that woman has slept with?" "Who knows, at least a hundred, the more she's slutty, the more she gets." "Holy crap, that's intense, is she crazy?" "Don't worry, if she were crazy, I would have been already. I'm perfectly fine now, so fuck her without worry.""Haha, Lang-ge is awesome. Tell me about that bitch, what was it like to fuck her?" "Damn, you're the one who called her a bitch. When you see her later, watch your mouth and call her Auntie, understand?" "Yeah, I got it." "I'm warning you, her cunt can breathe fire, don't burn yourself to death." "Hehe, then I'll buy an ice pop and stick it in her cunt to cool her down." The two of them lewdly talked about my mother, imagining all sorts of ways to play with her body. I listened under the bed, and before I knew it, it was dark. My mother finally came back. I heard a series of crisp footsteps coming in. I peeked out from under the bed and saw that it was indeed my mother's high heels and her legs wrapped in black stockings. "You've been waiting for ages, haven't you? I had something to do and came back late, sorry." "Don't be shy, I'm entrusting this brother of mine to you. Be gentle, he's still a virgin." "Get lost! Look how embarrassed you've made him!" "Hey, why aren't you saying anything? Stop pretending, call me Auntie." "Auntie." "Hehe, you're so old and still blushing around women? Have you never been with a woman before?" "I've kissed my girlfriend." "Haha, how cute you are! Auntie will teach you. To make your girlfriend happy, you have to make her feel good, you know..." "How can we make her feel comfortable?" "Hehe, I don't have anything to drink here. I'll go buy you some drinks and I'll tell you when I get back." "We don't drink drinks, we drink your pee." "You bastard Huang Lang, would you dare drink it if I really peed?" "Auntie, pee, I want to drink it." The voice that answered wasn't Huang Lang, but that kid. Although I couldn't see his face, I could tell from his voice that he must have been both nervous and excited. Come to think of it, how many men wouldn't be excited when they see my mom? But for him to say he wanted to drink my mom's pee was a bit outrageous. Did he have a masochistic fetish? "Okay, okay, I just want to see you drink pee." Huang Lang started making a fuss and directed the kid to lie on the ground, ready to catch the pee with his mouth. "You really want to drink my pee?" "Yeah, I want to eat everything on Auntie's body." "He's willing himself, so just pee, I really want to see it." I hid under the bed and could see that the kid was lying on the ground, with my mom's feet on either side of his head, and he had a complete view of the view under her skirt. I saw Mom take off her high heels, then her skirt fell to the ground, followed by her black panties, but she didn't take off her stockings. I could imagine what Mom looked like at that moment, still very alluring. Although I was in a dangerous situation, my penis still involuntarily hardened. "I peed, you catch it." Mom slowly squatted down, twisting her big face and buttocks, aiming her urethra at the boy's mouth. The boy had probably never seen a woman's vagina before. Before Mom could urinate, he pressed his face against her crotch, kissing and sniffing. At this moment, Mom urinated, spraying the boy's face, making Huang Lang laugh loudly, saying, "I only said Auntie's vagina can spray fire, I didn't tell you it can also spray water, is it delicious?" "Delicious." The boy coughed twice, as if he had choked on Mom's urine. "Auntie, I want to fuck you, is that okay?" "So soon? Don't you want to do something else?" "My dick is sore." "He's never been fucked before, so stop lusting after him. Let him fuck you already." "Then come to the bed." Mom moved her buttocks away from the boy's face, walked to the bed with cat-like steps, then lay down with her legs crossed, beckoning the boy to come and fuck her. The boy was really impatient; he didn't even wipe the urine off his face, took off his pants and pounced on Mom. The springs under the bed were deformed by their weight. "Ah... be gentle... help me take off my clothes first." Mom's top and bra were thrown on the floor, and then I heard Mom's moans, and the sound of the spring mattress. At that moment, a little bastard was fucking my mother on top of me, while Huang Lang sat on the sofa smoking and watching the live sex show. This was incredibly arousing for me. Having a mother like that was a disgrace, but I couldn't suppress my primal sexual urges. While that guy was going at it hard on my mother, I hid under the bed and started masturbating. Huang Lang finished his cigarette and, obviously, couldn't hold back any longer. He took off his shoes and jumped onto the bed. Because I was under the bed the whole time, I couldn't see how Huang Lang was doing to my mother, which only fueled my lust. While they were having fun, I reached for my mother's panties that she had thrown on the floor, smelled them, and masturbated. Later, I even wrapped them around my penis. The silky smooth feel was like my mother's vagina, making me lose myself in the sexual pleasure on the bed—of course, only mentally. That night, Huang Lang and that guy gang raped my mother countless times. I only remember ejaculating three times under the bed. By early morning, the three people in bed were finally exhausted. Huang Lang and the boy lay on either side of Mom, fast asleep. Even in their sleep, their hands were still gripping Mom's breasts and genitals. Mom, after a series of passionate encounters, also fell into a deep sleep. I took the opportunity to crawl out from under the bed and quietly slipped out of the room, as if I were the thief. As I left, I looked at Mom, who was completely naked, and said fiercely, "It's not over yet, you just wait." (Continued in Part 6) Two days passed, and I still couldn't find another chance to enter Mom's house. Later, I stalked near her clothing store, but to no avail. If this continued, wouldn't my investigation be doomed? But just then, Aunt Zhang called me, bringing a new development to the case. Here's what happened: That day, I told my dad and Aunt Zhang about Zhao Hua. My dad always trusted Zhao Hua and thought I was overthinking it. Aunt Zhang, on the other hand, was very cautious. She immediately called the factory and asked the finance department to bring her the recent accounts. She also talked to several department heads. Before they could find anything out, Zhao Hua panicked. Perhaps he felt guilty. The next day, he took the initiative to find my dad and Aunt Zhang, confessed his actions, and tried to get leniency. Speaking of this, we must mention another person named Chen Guoxing. He had recently been released from detention and started a building materials business. Taking advantage of his father's absence from the factory, he approached Zhao Hua, who was in charge of the business, and sold the factory a batch of substandard raw materials worth over a million yuan. Zhao Hua would receive a 10% commission. The first batch of raw materials had already arrived at the factory but hadn't yet entered the production line. Just as the finance department was about to make payment to Chen Guoxing, Aunt Zhang suddenly announced an audit, freezing all cash flow. This prevented the purchase of substandard raw materials, saving a large sum of money and repairing the factory's reputation. Zhao Hua, normally a cautious person, succumbed to the pressure of mortgage and car payments and the lure of money, ultimately betraying his father. Hearing that the boss's wife was auditing the accounts and talking to department heads, he knew he would be exposed sooner or later and rushed to the hospital to confess to his father and Aunt Zhang. Facing Zhao Hua, who had followed him in starting the business, the father simply couldn't believe he would do such a thing. Millions of yuan worth of raw materials were no small sum; Zhao Hua had nearly caused the factory severe financial losses, potentially even leading to its closure. However, considering Zhao Hua's years of dedication and his willingness to confess, the father decided against legal action and simply fired him. As for Chen Guoxing, the father was far less lenient. He first obtained an inspection report from an authoritative testing agency for the substandard raw materials, then contacted several friends in the same industry. Using the report, they reported Chen Guoxing to the relevant authorities. After the case was accepted, several other affected small factories jointly filed a lawsuit against Chen Guoxing. Because of Chen Guoxing's prior criminal record, coupled with the crime of selling substandard raw materials, he would face at least a decade in prison. When I heard the news from Aunt Zhang, I was initially very happy, but upon closer reflection, it was quite a close call. To avoid only hearing Aunt Zhang's side of the story, I called my dad to confirm the truth of what he said. My dad was very excited when he received my call. He first praised me extensively, and then promised to buy me the best gifts and treat me to the best food when I came back.

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