Mom after Dad's release from prison

Under the scorching sun, Feng Zikai and his mother, Zhou Wanping, stood in front of the Shanbei Prison, waiting for his father, Feng Mande, to be released after serving his sentence. The tall, heavy prison gates slowly opened, and Feng Mande, carrying a canvas bag
, was escorted out by two prison guards. Feng Zikai quickly stepped forward, called out to his father, and thanked the guards briefly. Then he took the canvas bag from his father, and they walked one after the other towards the taxi. Feng Mande saw his wife sitting in the car and opened his mouth to call out to her, but Zhou Wanping's cold expression silenced him. Zhou Wanping didn't even glance at Feng Mande before telling her son to sit in the back. None of the three spoke; the atmosphere in the car was somewhat oppressive. The driver, who had been chatting with Zhou Wanping earlier, stopped talking when he sensed the awkwardness.
Feng Zikai wanted to make a joke to ease the tension, but seeing his mother turn to look out the window, he sighed and gave up. The entire journey was silent except for the music playing in the taxi. Feng Zikai's home wasn't far from Shanbei Prison, about a half-hour drive. After paying the fare, Feng Zikai suggested going to a restaurant to celebrate his father's return. Unexpectedly, his mother retorted, "What's there to celebrate? Even if we celebrate, he'll still be the same." Before she finished speaking, she strode upstairs, leaving the father and son standing there.
"Dad, how about... next time? Let's just eat at home today," Feng Zikai said awkwardly, looking at his father. "Whatever you want," Feng Mande nodded, following his son up the stairs with a dejected expression.
Back home, Feng Zikai saw his father take clothes into the bathroom. He went straight to the kitchen, stood behind his mother, and asked softly, "Mom, can't you at least give Dad some face in front of me?" Zhou Wanping was busy with her work, ignoring her son. After a while, Zhou Wanping stopped what she was doing, turned around, glanced at her son, and said,
"Why should I give him face?" "Have you forgotten how we've survived all these years?" He finished speaking and, as if venting his anger, chopped the ribs on the cutting board a few times with a cleaver.
Looking at his mother's tall figure, Feng Zikai felt a pang of sadness at her loneliness. All these years, his mother had single-handedly managed the household; it had been incredibly difficult for her. His father had no sense of responsibility; not only did he not help his mother, but he often caused her trouble. In just the last few years, his father had been imprisoned three times for causing trouble. His mother, a teacher, not only had to support his education but also pay for his meals while he was in prison, and compensate the victims for their financial losses and emotional distress. Because of the harm his father had caused his mother and family, Feng Zikai hated his father. He loved his mother deeply. Her happiness was his happiness, and her pain was his pain. To help ease his mother's burden, he chose to study to be a teacher in college. He sighed and left the kitchen with heavy steps.
Usually, when he returned, the house was filled with laughter and joy. But when his father returned, the atmosphere became cold. Feng Zikai didn't want his father to come back, sometimes even maliciously wishing he could stay in prison. He knew he was selfish, but his selfishness stemmed entirely from his mother. He wanted her to be happy, to be content. After dinner, Feng Zikai said goodbye to his parents and went straight to his room. He tossed and turned in bed, the thought of his mother sleeping with his father that night, even having sex, tormented him. But he was powerless to stop it, because his mother belonged to his father, both legally and emotionally. His love for his mother was one-sided, unknown even to her.
Some time passed. Suddenly, Feng Zikai heard a fierce argument coming from his mother's room. A chill ran through him, and he jumped up to see what was happening. He pushed open the door and saw his mother storming into the guest room. Feng Zikai walked to the guest room door, raised his hand to knock, then hesitated and lowered it. He went into his mother's room, wanting to find out what was going on. He saw his father sitting naked on the edge of the bed, smoking. "Dad, why are you arguing with Mom as soon as you get back?" Feng Mande didn't look at his son, continuing to smoke. Only when the cigarette was almost burning his fingers did he throw the butt on the ground, rub it vigorously a few times, and then look up at his son, asking immediately, "Is your mother seeing someone else?" Hearing his father's words, Feng Zikai was furious: "Dad, what nonsense are you spouting? Do you know how my mother survived all these years you were in prison? Not only do you not thank her, but you also suspect her. Aren't you going too far?
" "Is this what a man says?" Feng Zikai roared.
He slammed the door shut and stormed out. Before he even reached the living room, he heard his father shout: "Then why won't she sleep with me?" "Think about it yourself!" Feng Zikai turned and yelled towards his father's room. His mother had been blind to marry such a man. He was truly unworthy of being a husband! Feng Zikai sat on the sofa, tearing at his hair in anguish. The peaceful family was thrown into chaos by his father's return, and his mother was heartbroken. Feng Zikai sat quietly for a long time before returning to his room. When he heard a clattering sound from the living room, Feng Zikai knew his father had been fooling around again. His father, who had sworn to change his ways at dinner, had gone back on his word. "A leopard can't change its spots!" Feng Zikai suddenly thought of a saying.
He decided to go see his mother anyway. Pushing open the door, he saw his mother lying on the bed in white pajamas.
Her beautiful eyes were closed, and there were tear stains at the corners of her eyes. Feng Zikai felt extremely heartbroken. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully pulled the blanket over his mother. "Mom, I know you're hurting, and I'm hurting too. My dad is a terrible person. If you want a divorce, then go for it!" "Feng Zikai muttered to himself. Just as he finished speaking, his mother turned her back to him and began to sob softly. 'Mom, don't cry. You still have me, don't you?'" Feng Zikai couldn't bear to see his mother cry; her tears broke his heart. He wanted to give her a hug, to offer her warmth and comfort.
"Mom, let me hug you." "Feng Zikai bent down and whispered gently in his mother's ear. Seeing that his mother didn't refuse, Feng Zikai lay down behind her. Smelling her faint fragrance, he trembled with excitement, his breathing becoming heavy. He slowly pressed his body closer to his mother, his right hand on her waist, his lower body following his upper body to touch her buttocks. The moment he touched her body, Feng Zikai's lower body hardened, startling him so much that he moved his buttocks back. Feng Zikai was thinking about how to comfort his mother when she suddenly turned around, startling him. Caught off guard, Feng Zikai was pulled into a tight embrace by his mother. Their lips met, his chest pressed against her full breasts, his swollen lower body pressing firmly against her softness. Feng Zikai struggled to break free, but his mother's embrace was too tight. The tension and excitement made him feel suffocated." "These past years, he's been fooling around outside. For the sake of this family, I've endured it all. I never expected him to treat me like that as soon as he was released. Do you think he's even human?" Zhou Wanping was heartbroken, tears streaming down her face. The thought of all her years of sacrifice and forbearance leading to this outcome filled her with even greater sorrow.
"Mom, what are you arguing about?" Seeing his mother so distressed, Feng Zikai's lust subsided considerably. He patted his mother's back, asking in bewilderment. "He just... just now he was going to do *that*. I didn't agree, and he suspected I was having an affair." "Waaah, I didn't admit it, and he even tried to hit me!
" Zhou Wanping sobbed, resting her chin on her son's shoulder. "Mom, don't be angry. You know what kind of person Dad is. Your health is more important!" His mother continued to harp on their sexual relationship, leaving Feng Zikai unsure whether to answer or not, so he could only keep comforting his mother.
"My dad is really too much. Mom, don't cry. It's not worth crying for someone like that. Here, wipe your tears." Feng Zikai first wiped away his mother's tears. But there were too many tears, so he reached for a few tissues from the bedside table. "I've had enough. I don't want to live with him anymore. I'm going to divorce him in a few days!" Zhou Wanping choked back tears, letting her son wipe them away.
Feng Zikai knew his mother used to love his father. Later, because his father repeatedly hurt her, she considered divorce many times. But for the sake of having a complete family, she endured it, hoping her father would change his ways. But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Now, his mother felt hopeless about his father. Feng Zikai had seen it all.
He agreed with his mother's decision to end her marriage with his father as soon as possible. Without his father, the mother and son might be better off. Feng Zikai took a deep breath and kissed his mother's cheek: "Mom, get a divorce. I'll support you no matter what." "
Yes, Mom knows you're the best." Zhou Wanping wiped away her tears and looked up at her son. She had previously worried that her son wouldn't understand, but now even her son agreed to her divorce. The heavy burden on her heart could finally be lifted, and her mood immediately lightened.
"So, will you stay with your dad or your mom from now on?" Zhou Wanping suddenly thought of a question, blinking her big, teary eyes at her son.
"With Mom," Feng Zikai replied without hesitation. "I don't want you to go with me, you stay with your dad." Zhou Wanping suddenly chuckled and tapped her son's forehead with her finger. "Why?" Feng Zikai asked, puzzled. "What do you think, you little
rascal?" As she spoke, Zhou Wanping pushed her son away, her face burning. She hadn't noticed until something was pressing uncomfortably against her genitals, and then she realized that she and her son were lying in an intimate position on the bed. Perhaps her son hadn't thought of it that way, and was simply trying to comfort her. But Zhou Wanping blushed deeply. "Mom, I..." "Aren't you going to let go? How long are you going to keep pressing against me?" When Zhou Wanping said the word "pressing against me," she felt the word was too ambiguous and turned her head away in embarrassment. She kept pushing her son away with both hands, struggling incessantly. "Mom, I'll stop hitting you right away. Ah, no. Mom. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to comfort you." Only then did Feng Zikai realize what his mother meant. Startled, he quickly let go of his mother, his words becoming incoherent. "Hmph, you didn't get any comfort, but you certainly got a lot of benefits.
" Seeing her son so frightened, Zhou Wanping joked lightly.
"Mom, you..." Feng Zikai blushed deeply, embarrassed by his mother's teasing. Looking up at his mother's mischievous yet adorable appearance, he was somewhat captivated. "Do I have flowers on my face? Hmm." Zhou Wanping felt the joke had gone a bit too far and was about to comfort her son. Unexpectedly, her son stared straight at her, which puzzled her. "Mom, of course you have flowers on your face, you yourself are a flower." His mother didn't mention what had just happened, and Feng Zikai's tense mood immediately subsided. He quickly reverted to his usual glib nature. "Hmph, you took advantage of me just now, and now you're trying to flirt with me again? Are you itching for a beating?" Knowing her son was glib, Zhou Wanping was still delighted and pretended to twist his ear.
"My beautiful and upright mother, I'm innocent! I'm just telling the truth!" Just as his mother was about to use her magic weapon, Feng Zikai pretended to be so frightened he was about to kneel down. "Alright, alright, you're really getting into character." Zhou Wanping tapped her son's forehead a few times, smiling as she straightened her son's disheveled pajamas, and said seriously. "Mom, are you still angry?
" "I can't be angry, so how are you going to make it up to me?" Zhou Wanping's tone changed, pretending to be serious. "I have nothing of value, how about I offer myself to you tonight?" Feng Zikai looked at his mother mischievously and said with a grin. "Get lost, trying to take advantage of me again." Zhou Wanping was both angry and amused by her son's expression. Her feigned serious face immediately blossomed into a smile. She raised her right foot as if to kick her son, but he grabbed both feet instantly.
"Ah, Kai'er, what are you doing?" Startled, Zhou Wanping screamed, her face paling. "You little vixen, you're getting more and more disobedient, aren't you? You're already climbing on the roof if I don't discipline you for three days. Let's see how I deal with you today!" Feng Zikai stood up, holding his mother's two small, white feet. Then, he dragged her along the bed, her feet dangling in mid-air.
"Kai'er, let go of Mommy, let go of Mommy, ah!" Zhou Wanping was dragged around by her son, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She flailed her arms, trying to grab her son and then the bedsheet, but grasped nothing, flying through the air. "Will you dare do it again next time? Next time…" Suddenly, Feng Zikai's voice stopped abruptly. Her mother's upper body was now exposed. Two full, plump breasts hung upside down on her fair, rounded belly, their small, dark red nipples nestled in the center, glistening with desire. Even her lower body was bulging from her pink pajama bottoms, creating a narrow, elongated mound with a tiny slit in the middle. Feng Zikai's blood boiled at the sight, and his lower body instantly hardened, forming a small tent against his pajama bottoms.
Feng Zikai was momentarily stunned. Zhou Wanping opened her eyes and saw her son staring at her intently. She scolded him playfully,
"Hurry up and put Mom down, you've made me dizzy." Before she could finish speaking, she felt a chill on her upper body. Looking down, she was so embarrassed she almost wanted to disappear into the floor: "Ah, you rascal, hurry up and put Mom down!" She hurriedly pulled her pajamas up to cover her exposed private parts. "Mom, I... I didn't mean to." Feng Zikai snapped out of his daze, hurriedly put his mother's legs down, and fled the study as if escaping. "Ah, you little rascal!" Zhou Wanping blushed deeply, too ashamed to look at her son. Her heels throbbed on the bed, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Mom..." "Aren't you going to sleep yet?" Zhou Wanping got up, rubbing her aching heels, and called towards the door. "Get up early tomorrow." She added.
"Okay."
The scene just now was too shocking. Back in his room, Feng Zikai's heart was still pounding. His mother's snow-white, plump breasts, her small, cute nipples, and her long, full vulva were all places he had dreamed of seeing. He had accidentally seen them all.
Thinking of his mother's blushing face, Feng Zikai's heart surged even more. His already hardened penis seemed to harden even more.
[The End]

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