【The Mother Who Arrives】(02) Author: kslbh

Author: kslbh
Word Count: 9094

(II)

Under the setting sun of August, feeling the sweltering heat, I walked out of the K City train station platform.
At the bustling exit, I waited listlessly for my mother, whom I had never met before. Clearly, something
had delayed her; I had been sitting on my suitcase for almost 20 minutes, and the sky was slowly
turning from yellow to red.

A few days ago, I had informed her of my arrival time and train number in K City via phone and text message, but I
didn't know her address or workplace, resulting in this awkward situation of waiting idly. If this were
three days from now, I could easily walk to the university and stay in the dormitory. Unfortunately, the earliest reporting
deadline hadn't arrived yet.

Honestly, the longer I waited, the more at ease I felt. Because I really didn't know how
to face this woman. If I had to consider her as my mother's generation, my traditional
impression of my mother was still that of a housewife who considered singing "Fairy Tale" fashionable and watched 8 PM dramas in her spare time. But
this woman, based on the image she's presented to me online these past few days, is so different not only from my parents' generation, but even from me . If it weren't for our mother-son blood relationship, I would probably consciously stay away from
such a radiant woman on the subway or bus to avoid being looked down upon. Just then, my phone rang, and the screen displayed the name "Eileen" (I didn't know how to address her, so I honestly wrote her name, though this might seem a bit cold). "Hello?~" I picked up the phone, deliberately drawing out my voice. "Hello? Hanhan? Where are you now? I'm so sorry I was held up by something..." Her voice sounded a little anxious. I forgot to mention, ever since that phone call, she's been calling me "Hanhan" without my consent. She herself has started referring to herself as "Mom" without me even realizing it. "I'm at the exit, sitting on a suitcase wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, holding a phone. Have you ever seen what I look like?... " Ignoring my slightly malicious words, her loud "Oh!" made me flinch . "I see you! I see you! Over here!" she shouted excitedly into the phone. I looked up, about to say, "How would I know which way you're talking about!" when I saw a woman waving from a car to my right—a white BMW. Seeing me looking at her, she opened the door got out, and jogged towards me, her long, white legs particularly striking as she stepped out. A beautiful young woman, wearing sunglasses, a green sheer skirt, and with long, wavy black hair , ran towards me in white high-heeled sandals, "tap, tap, tap." Because of her revealing clothing, her exposed areas were incredibly voluptuous as she ran. At the same time, she greeted me loudly, attracting the attention of passersby, which made me feel slightly embarrassed. "Come on, come on, tired? Waited a long time? Come on, give me your bag... Ouch... This bag is really heavy..." She ran over to grab my bag, but almost fell over due to her weight. I casually took the bag and pointed towards her car, "Your car door isn't closed yet..." She turned around and was startled. "Ah, it really is... It's alright, it's alright, let's go." After saying that, I carried my suitcase and walked with her side by side. Judging from her behavior just now, I might have thought she was a bit careless or even a bit loud . However, I later discovered that it was just her excitement and joy at seeing her newborn child. In real life, her personality was more like that of a stern and unsmiling ice queen. No matter who she was with, given enough time, that queen-like demeanor would slowly emerge. After getting into the car, I sat in the passenger seat and kept glancing at her legs. Her current posture, the thin green gauze skirt rolled up almost to her thighs, exposed her snow-white thighs, which were particularly dazzling in the sunlight , the bluish veins faintly visible, making my head feel a little dizzy. I 've liked looking at women's thighs since puberty, so this was truly a wonderful moment. Although she was my mother by blood, I didn't give her the respect due to an elder in my heart, and I wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of her. On the back seat of the car was a delicate and large black women's handbag, the kind I had seen before, big enough to hold clothes. "Should we go home first or eat first? Or should we go home first and put our things down..." "Let's eat first! I'm hungry." My seemingly nitpicky answer surprised her, and she immediately said, "Oh, okay , okay, let's eat first." But I was really hungry, and if I had to wait until we got back to her house and everything was settled, I probably wouldn't be able to hold on. "Hello? Zhou Xiaowei? Come help me get these things, yeah, right~ Hey, hurry up, where? As for the location ..." She turned to me and asked what I wanted to eat. I said anything was fine, as long as there was rice. "Oh, then let's go to Hengjiang South. Hurry up, we'll be there in about 15 minutes, okay, that's all." She hung up the phone and casually tossed her white iPhone 4 onto the glove compartment. Then she started the car and headed towards her destination. "Who was that?" I asked. "Oh, just a kid from my company, I usually ask him to run errands or something." She said casually. I wasn't too surprised that she used the word "company," considering the car's features and decorations weren't cheap. "What do you do?... I mean, the company." I asked. "Oh... kind of like real estate, I guess." "She answered simply, without elaborating. However, I later learned that she privately owned five , as well as several small beauty salons and clothing stores, but these were all managed by others; she mainly focused on the company's affairs. "Are you living alone now?" I asked tentatively. "Yes." Thank goodness, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have wanted to stay at her place for the next few days. I was a little nervous realizing this only now. We didn't talk much on the way, and soon arrived at the restaurant, a rather upscale Chinese restaurant that looked more like a coffee shop. A young man in a gray-yellow suit was already waiting at the door, and he quickly came over when we got out of the car."

I bowed and scraped to my boss, smiling obsequiously, "Hey, Sister Lin, we're here, hehe."

"This is my son, Lu Yanming," my mom said, pointing to me and then to the young man, "This is
Zhou Xiaowei from our company. If you need anything in the future, you can ask him for help."

"Hello, Brother Xiaowei..." I lowered my head.

"Ah! Hello, hello! Oh, Sister Lin, you have a son? He's so grown up! And such a handsome young man!
Sister Lin, if you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were only a few years older than me, hehe." Zhou Xiaowei laughed heartily.

"Stop with the sweet talk. Drive the car to my house, here's the key. Move your things to the living room first, then drive it
back. Hurry up." My mom dismissed Zhou Xiaowei with a few words, seeming quite adept at the task. It seemed
I'd have many more opportunities to see him in the future.

Then we went into "Heng Jiangnan," a Sichuan-style restaurant. It was clear my mom was a regular customer here
; as soon as we entered, the waiters and manager kept greeting us with "Hello, Sister Lin!" and "Sister Lin's
here a private room.

Here's a detail: her phone beeped during the walk, presumably from a text message. After reading it, she muttered,
"So many spam texts from China Mobile," and turned off the screen. But as she unlocked it to check the message, I
inadvertently glimpsed her four-digit unlock code from behind.

I wasn't intentionally peeking; it's just that I've always had a strong ability to quickly process image information
. Those pranks that flash something in front of me and then snatch it away never work on me;
most of the time, I can see the whole thing. Her code was "2920," and I still can't figure out the exact
meaning of that number.

We sat down in a nicer private room by the window, and after she ordered, she started asking me all sorts of
questions. It's worth noting that the accents in K city and our small town are significantly different, even though we speak the same
language system from the same province; locals can immediately hear the differences. After living here for over a decade, her accent had completely
changed to that of K City, making me feel somewhat distant.

Most of our conversation revolved around me, including my upbringing, family situation,
when started school, and any troubles I had in life or studies. I mostly gave brief, perfunctory answers.
I understood her desire to know everything quickly, but I still didn't like summarizing my life in
a few words .

After she took off her sunglasses, she looked much better in person than in photos. Even with light makeup, she
had a striking celebrity look; if I were stared at by those bright, expressive eyes, I might even blush.

"You really look like your dad," she said meaningfully, looking at me. Indeed, my father and I are practically
identical , so I've never doubted that I don't resemble my mother. But
I honestly couldn't see exactly what I resembled her in.

Later, at some point, she suddenly looked at me with a slightly pitiful expression and said, "Hanhan, can you call
me Mom?"...

I was taken aback, looked at her silently for a moment, and then softly called out, "Mom."

"Oh! So good! So good!" She was so happy and touched, her eyes even seemed
a little moist. Seeing her like this, I was somewhat moved, after all, blood is thicker than water. After the dishes
were served , I decided to eat with her peacefully.

But after only a bite or two, her phone suddenly rang again. She opened it, glanced at it, and
chuckled . Then she got up and said to me, "You eat first, I'm going to the bathroom," and walked
out with a smile on her face, phone in hand. Her expression was a bit like someone who had caught another child doing something naughty, even a little flirtatious.

But I didn't think much of it at the time, focusing on eating my rice, and also remarking that this restaurant was indeed excellent.
Not long after , she returned, beaming, a smile still on her face as she entered.

But once she sat down, her phone kept ringing with messages. She ignored it, replying to one message
before not touching it again, focusing solely on talking to me and eating. Occasionally, she'd glance down,
a slight smile playing on her lips.

After our meal, I found her car parked untouched outside; it seemed Xiaowei had been
quite efficient this week. Then she drove me back to her place.

Near the entrance of the complex, she stopped and pointed to a cluster of brightly lit buildings on the opposite hill, saying, "That
's Fenglin Middle School. Pretty close, huh?" It seemed the seniors at Fenglin Middle School had already started classes. Actually, it didn't
look that close, but I knew what she meant and didn't say anything. Whether I lived at school or
at her house for the next three years was my decision.

Entering the complex, judging from the security checkpoint, parking spaces, vegetation, and apartment layouts, it seemed to
be a relatively upscale community. Unlike the uniform, pseudo-Western European-style luxury apartment buildings, this place was
clearly designed for comfort and tranquility.

Her unit had a large balcony every three floors, and the building itself was tiered, equipped with an elevator and
sturdy combination locks. Her apartment was on the third floor, a
luxurious unit with a huge balcony (or perhaps a small courtyard).

Upon arriving at her door, I was immediately struck by her enormous shoe cabinet.
Two-thirds of was lined with shoe cabinets, holding at least fifty or sixty pairs of shoes of all kinds. I don't know much about shoes, but
they all looked high-end. There was a small room next to the entrance. She opened the door and brought me a new pair of
slippers to change into. Looking inside, I discovered there were three more small shoe cabinets! It seemed this room was specifically
for storing shoes she didn't wear often and other miscellaneous items.

The air conditioning was very strong right at the entrance; it seemed she wasn't planning on conserving electricity. Stepping inside
, I was struck by its sheer size. Rather than just spacious, the interior design, dominated by minimalist, solid colors, created a sense of ample room and
a sophisticated feel. There was no double-level staircase, only a master bedroom, two secondary bedrooms, an extremely spacious living room and
dining room , and a large balcony facing the inner side of the complex. A fully equipped
bathroom connected the master and secondary bedrooms. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but entering the house gave me the feeling of stepping into a woman's boudoir;
the air seemed thick with feminine allure, subtly stimulating my senses.

"Come here, let me show you your room," she said with a smile, beckoning me to enter the room near the living room.
It was a secondary bedroom. Despite being a secondary bedroom, it was surprisingly spacious, complete with a black lacquered wooden desk,
a desktop computer with an LCD screen, and a large bookshelf filled with all sorts of books. To the left, against the wall,
was a large Simmons bed, already covered with a seasonal summer mat and a stack of velvet blankets.
And surprisingly, there was enough room for a large wardrobe on the right side of the room. It was more like a study prepared for me than a bedroom
.

"How about it, not bad, right? You can write, read, and surf the internet all you need!" She smiled slightly at me. I
nodded , then asked a question: "Such a big house for you alone, isn't cleaning a nightmare?
..."

"Not at all," she said with a smile. "Every Friday, an older lady named Aunt Chen comes to help with the cleaning."

Well, it seems I asked an unnecessary question. What wealthy lady doesn't hire a maid or a cleaning lady?

"Put your things down first, I'll go change my shoes," she said to me with a smile. Only then did I
notice she was still wearing those white high-heeled sandals, her bright red nail polish dazzling.

After she left, I sat down on the edge of the bed to catch my breath. This woman really seemed to want me to stay
. I reached out and touched the thin velvet blanket by the bed, feeling its smooth texture. I instinctively sniffed
it, and it had a similar fragrance to hers. I couldn't help but take a deep breath, and for a moment, the thought of using it to masturbate
flashed . "Hanhan, come out for a second~" she called from outside. I went out and found her pushing out a very nice black and green mountain bike

from somewhere . "Using it to school will only take about 20 minutes, isn't that convenient?" Hmm... that struck a chord with me. Since childhood, I've had a romanticized longing for riding my bicycle to and from school —it's practically the standard for high school students! Unfortunately, my home is only a two-minute walk from the classroom, so even walking feels unnecessary, and I can't say I'm without regret. "Why don't you stay at Mom's? Three years of schooling is tough, this way things will be easier..." Sure enough, she finally spoke up, her bright black eyes fixed on me, silently awaiting my reply. On the way here, I hadn't even considered living with a woman like her for three years. But based on her gentle persuasion, and the generally positive impression I'd had of her since meeting her, my heart had softened. A strange, almost blood-is-thicker-than-water feeling welled up inside me. After thinking for a while, looking straight at her, I finally nodded, unsure whether it was out of emotion or reason. "Great!" she exclaimed happily, coming over and hugging me tightly, pressing her face against my chest. It was the first time I'd ever been so close to this woman; her incredibly soft body held me so tightly , giving me the illusion of being coiled by a water snake. The captivating scent of her perfume, mixed with the fragrance of her hair, wafted over me at its strongest. Although it only lasted two or three seconds, I felt as if I were ascending to heaven . "From now on, Hanhan will officially be my dear son, haha~" she said playfully, still holding my arm tightly. I was a little embarrassed and didn't say anything, but my heart was warmed. After unpacking our luggage and coming to the living room, she turned on the huge 40-inch TV, telling me to sit and watch some TV while she went to take a shower. As I watched, I saw her casually toss her phone onto the marble coffee table, then pick up the —the same one I'd seen in the back seat of the car earlier—and take out a couple of crumpled pieces of clothing. They looked like cotton sports vests and shorts, the kind women often wear to gyms and yoga studios. Next, she took out a sports bra and some stretchy underwear, both still damp with sweat. Had she gone to the gym today? Finally, she threw everything, including a pair of dark green lace underwear, into a large bamboo basket. Then she picked up the basket, walked to the automatic washing machine on the balcony, threw in all the clothes, pressed the switch, and came back. She smiled slightly at me and went into the bathroom; soon after, I heard the sound of running water. Don't ask me why I was watching all this so closely, like a spy; it's just one of my excellent traits… I lay on the incredibly soft sofa in the living room, looking at the ceiling, which was twice as high as mine, thinking about when tell my family about the current situation. Just then, her phone rang twice more, and the screen lit up. Out of curiosity, and since she was taking a shower 'm ashamed to admit that I've never really taken respecting other people's privacy seriously, as long as they weren't looking . I even picked up a glass from the table and started drinking while looking at the screen. She had her screen locked, so she didn't know what she was receiving. But since I'd inadvertently memorized her password during dinner, unlocking it was a breeze. Things sometimes happen by chance, but what happened next was completely unexpected. After entering "2029" to unlock, it opened directly into a chat window. The two latest messages at the bottom read, "Little darling, are you home yet? You'll miss your big cock tonight too~ (sexy)" and "Hurry up show your big boobs (sexy), otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight~" Wow! My eyes widened instantly, and I almost spat out my water. How could such brutal content appear right off the bat?! I don't know who my mom is dating right now, but it seems like this woman's private life is quite eventful... Could it be that those knowing smiles she makes while eating are because of this? The contact's name is simply "Big Bad Cow." But as I scrolled further up, I discovered things were far more complicated than I initially thought... I kept scrolling until I reached the top, which showed records from after noon today. It seems she has a habit of deleting her daily entries. The first message was from "Big Bad Cow," asking when she'd be coming over this afternoon, to which my mom replied , "I'll arrive around 2 PM." Then, there's a four-hour gap.

As I scrolled down, I realized I'd missed two pictures because I'd scrolled too fast!
The content shocked me.

After a four-hour gap, "Big Bad Bull" sent the first picture: a
muscular man, faceless, his grey tank top rolled up to reveal exaggerated abs and V-shaped lines. He was
pulling down his pants, revealing a huge, semi-erect penis pointing at the camera.
A .

The next message was, "Baby, I'm still at the gym~ Missed it? Is it as
impressive as before?~ (lewd)". And it was sent around the time we were having dinner that evening.
I remembered my mom unconsciously laughing out loud—was it because of this???

I quickly continued reading. After replying, "Ugh, so mean (embarrassed)," my mom
also sent a picture, and its content was absolutely shocking!

The picture shows a woman's skirt, her face obscured. One leg is exaggeratedly straddling a
platform , and judging from the bathroom layout behind her, she's likely resting one foot on the toilet seat. She lifts
her green, sheer skirt, revealing, shockingly, nothing underneath!

A pink, erect clitoris is prominently displayed.
The pubic hair on her lower abdomen and perineum is clearly meticulously trimmed, and her labia are completely hairless, so pink it looks
like it's been photoshopped—back then, photo editing apps didn't exist. Near her groin
, there's a small, colorful butterfly tattoo.

Looking upwards, a beautiful belly button with a clear piercing is visible. From this
angle , you can even vaguely see her dark green lace bra. I remembered
the dark green lace panties I saw her take out of her bag in the living room earlier; they looked like a matching pair with the bra.

Could it be that this woman, from the moment she met me, has been without underwear the whole time?!

She then posted a message that read, "No matter how muscular you are, you still have to kneel down and
lick me obediently~ (smug)"

"Ahhhhh, I'm about to have a nosebleed! I want to fuck you right now, baby! (laughs)" Big Bad Cow replied
quickly .

My mom: "We did it twice this afternoon and you still weren't satisfied?! (angry)"

Big Bad Cow: "Hehe, well, I just paid my wife's dues last night, and I wasn't in the best condition the first time
~ You weren't satisfied either, so I wanted to make up for it in the changing room later (hehe)"

My mom: "You still have the nerve to talk back! (angry) Every time we do it, you don't use a condom or take off your underwear, and afterwards it
's all messy down there. Today you made both of my underwear unwearable (angry) (humph)"

Big Bad Cow: "That's because you're so wet~ (hehe)"

My mom: "Hmph! I just wanted to go to the gym and work out properly today, and then pick up my son,
but you insisted on doing it. I didn't stop you, but were you trying to pounce on me in public?! (pouting)"
(Hmph)

Big Bad Bull: "Isn't it because you dressed so provocatively and had such a hot body? (Lewd) The first day I saw
you doing weight training, my dick got as hard as iron. I thought I'd never seen such a sexy woman before! (Hehe)"

My mom: "Later in the changing room, after I had changed, you pulled down your pants and pinned me against the closet
for so long! It made me late picking up my son! (Angry)"

Big Bad Bull: "Oh, isn't it good for it to last a little longer, baby? So you'll remember my peak performance and never forget
me! (Hehe) So, baby, were you on the loose all afternoon? That was so exciting?!"
(Flirtatious) "

Big Bad Bull": "Baby, why aren't you replying to me? Is that right, baby~"

Big Bad Bull: "Sigh, baby, please talk to me (pity) Look at your big bull~ (pity)"

Then Big Bad Bull sent a few more messages, and my mom simply replied, "I'm ignoring you, you bad guy! (sticking out tongue)"

There were a few more messages after that, which were also his continued attempts to flatter and tease her, but she still didn't reply. I remembered
how my mom would occasionally chuckle while looking at her phone at the dinner table.

Finally, Big Iron Bull sent a message, "Oh dear, my wife is urging me, I'm leaving now, baby, we'll talk later (flirtatious),"
and then there were no more messages. It wasn't

until two hours later that he sent the two messages I had just seen.

After reading them all, I was stunned and couldn't think of any words to describe my feelings
at that . I just felt like there was a pile of fire accumulating in my heart and lower abdomen that I couldn't release.

So, this woman... was she doing this earlier because she was so late today? I
remembered how she rushed towards me after getting out of the car, showing absolutely no sign of anything amiss.

At the same time, the thought of her skirt being pulled down to her thighs while driving, revealing almost her entire thighs,
and the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear, made my head spin.

And what she did in the bathroom during the meal, deliberately leaving the room, was even more unacceptable. Just moments before,
had she made me call her "Mom"...

hadn't she been moved to tears by the reunion of mother and son?

Was she having this conversation with that man at the dinner table, smiling and talking about my
upbringing and family?

So, under the table, she was laughing and talking to me with her bare genitals and erect clitoris exposed?

I felt a profound sense of humiliation, my self-esteem and emotions trampled upon, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

This woman...

the sound of running water and cheerful singing continued from the bathroom. I glanced at the bathroom, quickly
opened her phone's photo album, hoping to find something there too.

However, scrolling through the entire album, aside from some photos of the company and construction sites, there were only recent
group photos and some landscape shots, completely devoid of any trace of private life. This made me feel distinctly
wary.

Just as I exited the album and was about to turn off my phone, I unexpectedly spotted a
condensed image with a similar human figure in a small corner of an unprocessed album. There was only one image; it must
have been either overlooked or forgotten to be deleted.

In the picture, my mother had a perm with larger, curlier waves than she does now, and was wearing large silver earrings.
A woman, wearing a light but bright lip gloss, looked at the camera with a slightly parted mouth and a playful expression.
Seated beneath her was a very thin, middle-aged man in a suit. Her left arm was around his neck,
while her right hand held a phone for a selfie; the man smiled at the camera at the same time. She was clearly wearing denim shorts, and her long
, white thighs, flattened by her weight, were clearly visible, her left leg almost touching the man's crotch.

Judging from the atmosphere, it was impossible for them to be just ordinary friends. And this
man didn't seem to have any connection to "Big Bad Bull" either.

The photo didn't show a date and wasn't saved in the camera album, so I guessed it was a photo transferred from
my phone . I forgot to process it, or perhaps I simply didn't want to.

Suddenly, the sound of the flushing water stopped. I immediately exited the photo album, ended the background tasks, and returned
to the chat window. Then I wiped away the fingerprints I had smudged on the screen, put it back in its original place,
and pretended to watch TV, leaning back on the sofa.

A moment later, she emerged with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her neck. She looked largely
unchanged , except for a few fine lines that suggested age; in fact, she seemed more ethereal. However, I had no
desire to praise her at that moment.

"What are you looking at? Go take a shower first, go to bed early tonight, and I'll take you to K City tomorrow, have some fun
! How about it, Hanhan?" She walked over, bent down to pick up her phone, and looked at me.

"Okay, sure," I said calmly, not caring
how impressive her chest and legs were.

"I'm going to sleep now~ Call me if you need anything, baby~ Goodnight~" She waved playfully,
took her phone, and went back to her room.

I sat on the sofa, staring at the large, empty living room, still without any desire to move.

A moment later, a brief laugh came from the room, followed by the faint clicking
of a phone camera.

I let out a long sigh, feeling utterly exhausted.

I silently gazed at her bedroom, all the impressions that woman had left on me in the past half-day completely
erased . But for some reason, she gradually overlapped with the lewd and bizarre image from my chaotic dream a few nights ago
.

What awaits me in the three years we'll be living together...?

[To be continued]

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