After the massage, I frantically penetrated my mother and sister.

Chapter 1 My Family
My name is Li Feng. I'm thin and frail, currently a senior in high school. My father passed away suddenly in an accident three years ago,
leaving the burden of supporting the family entirely on my mother's shoulders. My mother's name is Xu Li, and she's 44 years old. She works as a
factory accountant, earning a low salary. Because we don't have any connections at the factory
, although she's changed positions several times since starting, her salary has never increased.

My mother has beautiful, large eyes, a pert nose, and slightly smiling lips that reveal pearly white
teeth . Especially striking is the small beauty mark under her right eye, which makes her look both sexy and alluring,
almost bewitching.

My mother also maintains a very good figure: fair skin, firm breasts, a slender waist, a full,
high bottom, and long legs. Compared to my mother, the so-called pretty girls in my class seem
as bland as roadside weeds. However, since my father's death, my mother has almost never smiled, and our family's financial
situation has worsened.

My life is very structured. During the day, my mother goes to work, and I go to school. In the evening, my mother cooks, and I do my homework.
Although we live a meager life relying solely on my mother's salary, I am content. I hope we can
continue like this forever because our family can no longer withstand any more hardship.

As a child from a poor family, besides my academic performance, I don't have much to offer.
Since the first year of junior high school, I have been diligently learning computer programming. Although we only have a small, old,
and slow secondhand computer at home, I am satisfied. It is this broken computer that has allowed my computer skills to mature day by day.
Now, can not only create small software programs using assembly language, but I have also learned a lot of hacking techniques.

A month later, the city's Labor Bureau is preparing to hold a self-inventory invention exhibition. It is said that the prize money is
tens of thousands of yuan, and if a company takes a liking to the contestant's work, they will buy the intellectual property rights of the work,
which is worth a lot of money.

I created a financial management business software. Because my mother is an accountant, I have
some financial knowledge from exposure to it. I am very confident in this project. I have consulted a lot of financial data and carefully
created this software. No matter what, I am going to give it a try. However, I plan to participate secretly .

If I win, I can surprise my mom, make her happy,
and also help ease some of the burden on the family. My mom works so hard.

Recently, something good happened at home. Three months ago, my mom was promoted to finance manager, and her salary and
benefits increased significantly, improving our family's financial situation. However, since the promotion,
my mom seemed preoccupied for the first month.

When I asked her, she seemed embarrassed, her eyes darting around, and her words
hesitant . Perhaps it was a problem at work? I didn't pay much attention. Starting from the second month, my mom seemed to be free of
worries. She was especially happy at work every day, as if something was particularly exciting for her.
She occasionally , but not often, usually once or twice a week. And
she always calls me at the last minute to tell me she has to work overtime, asking me to heat up the leftovers and eat them myself. Mom

usually works overtime until around 10 PM, and she always seems exhausted when she gets home. The strangest thing is that her face is always flushed
when comes home from work, making her look quite pretty and energetic. Maybe
that's how it is after finishing work? Thinking about this, I felt relieved. I don't like Mom working overtime because then I
have to eat leftovers. But Mom works overtime for the family, and I hope life will get better and better. I
will study harder so I can earn a lot of money in the future and Mom won't have to work so hard.

Days passed by like this. For the past month, Mom has hardly worked overtime, probably because her work isn't too
busy . I also hope she doesn't overwork herself.

Unfortunately, peaceful life always comes and goes quickly. Because Mom is busy with work, sometimes when I
finish my homework at home, I do housework and clean the house. One day, while cleaning the house and
wiping Mom's sheets, I suddenly found a small medicine bottle under her pillow. Was Mom sick?

I was nervous. I picked up the pill bottle and saw the words "birth control pills" written on the sticker. Strange
, why would Mom have these under her pillow? Then I noticed that there were less than half the pills left
. Had Mom taken them some time ago? It was just Mom and me at home. Dad was gone;
why would Mom take birth control pills for no reason?

[Birth control pills…] I murmured to myself.

Could it be?! My heart skipped a beat. I quickly checked the sticker on the bottle and found the original pharmacy
label was still there. The date was two months ago. Had Mom started taking them two months ago?
That was a few days before she started working overtime.

Although I didn't know much about relationships, I knew what birth control pills were for—to
prevent pregnancy. Dad was gone; how could Mom be pregnant? Could it be that Mom…? I
quickly banished the thought from my mind. Impossible. Mom was as pure and innocent as a goddess. She
belonged only to Dad—no, she belonged to me too. Mom couldn't have done something like that.

I secretly thought that maybe Mom was taking birth control pills to prevent some other gynecological problems. I
'd heard that some birth control pills had other effects. I carefully looked at the sticker on the bottle but didn't find
any indication of other effects. But I still told myself it must be to prevent other diseases. Yes, it must be. I
put the bottle back far away and carefully tidied it up, as if no one had ever touched it. I didn't know
why I did this. What was I worried about?

Chapter Two: The Mysterious Phone Call

In the days that followed, I unconsciously began to observe Mom's every move. Mom was still
the same as before, going to work during the day, cooking dinner at night, chatting with me, watching TV, and me studying. There was nothing
unusual about her behavior, and I didn't see her taking birth control pills. Looking at her face and movements,
she didn't seem uncomfortable at all. Well, why would she take birth control pills for no reason? But then I remembered that the bottle only had
less than half a pill left. Where did the rest of the pills go?

Upon further observation, I noticed that my mother's skin is now much more rosy and radiant than
it What could be the reason? Perhaps it's because she's using cosmetics? I speculate.
Sometimes

, the phone would ring once or twice at night, always shortly after eight o'clock. My mother would always
pick up the phone first, saying it was a call from a colleague. I didn't pay much attention, but she always
spoke very softly, as if she didn't want me to hear. The length of her conversations was unpredictable. However, I noticed that
her call, like she had a blush. I didn't understand why
, but it looked really cute.

Usually, after the call, my mother would say she was going to sleep and go to her bedroom. But through the crack under her
bedroom noticed that although she said she was going to rest, the light would stay on for more than an hour each time
, and I would often hear the sound of her wardrobe being opened. I knew that her wardrobe
was her clothes. Sometimes I would sneak up to her bedroom door, but I could only hear
the rustling of clothes. I didn't understand why she was tidying up her clothes so late at night.

In the following days, I didn't notice anything unusual. Mom didn't work overtime, only occasionally
answering the phone. Gradually, I forgot about the birth control pills, and life returned to normal. Besides
studying, I focused on improving the accounting software programming. My competition entry was 80% complete;
the rest was just adjustments and testing, which would be finished soon. I secretly imagined
Mom's surprised and delighted expression when I presented her with the prize money, and my heart soared.

Then I glanced at Mom watching TV and noticed she seemed distracted.
Although she was facing the television, her eyes were wandering elsewhere. It seemed she was lost in thought.
I hadn't noticed before. What was she thinking about?

Just as I was wondering, the phone near the hallway rang. There was a small
cabinet in the hallway with the phone on it, next to a high chair. Who would call so late? I went to
answer it, but Mom suddenly said, "It's a colleague from work calling. I'll answer it. You go watch TV." Mom

came over, adjusted her high chair, and sat down. She picked up the phone: "[Hello...]"

Why does it always call at this time? What colleague is it? I know Mom
doesn't want me to hear the phone, she wants me to stay away, but why is she afraid I'll hear? I couldn't help but be curious.

I sat on the sofa in the living room, which was closer to the hallway, pretending to be focused on watching TV, but secretly pricked up my ears
to listen carefully to the phone call. The sofa I was sitting on was at a slightly angled position, so I didn't need to turn my head; I only needed to turn
my eyes to see Mom on the phone. At this moment, I could faintly hear Mom's voice on the phone.

"[How's it going? Are you settling in well on your business trip over there?]" Mom looked very happy, as if it was a colleague
on a business trip far away.

"[It's alright, work isn't tiring... watching TV, um, the kids are home.]" It seemed like she was asking Mom if work
was tiring and what she was doing at home. "

[Um... um... are you coming back in three days?]" It seemed like the other person was coming back from their business trip soon.

"[I don't believe it.]" [You're just saying nice things...] Why does Mom sound like she's being coquettish?

[Who knows if you've really been holding back for half a month?] Holding back?! What do you mean? After saying that, Mom
suddenly turned around and looked at me. I quickly pretended to be watching TV.

[I received it, I just got it back today...] What is it? I wasn't at the door when Mom came home from work,
so I don't know if she took anything.

[I won't wear it, how can I wear those clothes...] It seems like she wants Mom to wear something? Mom seems
very embarrassed. What clothes are making Mom so embarrassed? Then the other person seems to say something else, and
Mom keeps listening.

[How annoying you are... I won't wear it, even when you come back I won't...] Mom seems very shy.
What does she want Mom to wear?

[No, Xiaofeng has exams soon...] My final exams are coming up soon, and Mom still cares about me the most.
For almost a month, Mom hasn't worked overtime, coming home to cook for me and keep me company, afraid of affecting my studies.

[Let's talk when you get back, but I have to go home tonight...] It seems like they're constantly asking Mom to do
something tonight? Is it work? It doesn't seem like it.

[Hmm...hmm...you agree? ...What...compensation?] The other person seems to have stopped pressuring Mom
to agree to anything, but it seems like they've made a new request?

[Why are you bringing this up again? I already said no...] Mom's words seem to be interrupted. [I've been
taking my medication, don't even think about it...] Mom's words are interrupted again. What exactly do they want Mom to agree to?
Medication? Is it birth control pills? Mom hasn't been taking her pills lately. What does the other person's request have to do with birth control pills
?

[No, I can't let Xiaofeng suffer...] Me? What does this have to do with me? Why would I
suffer ?

It seems like the other person keeps saying something. After a while, I don't know what the other person said, but Mom suddenly
chuckled softly, her beautiful face flushing slightly as she said coquettishly, "

[Promising wouldn't have helped, and it's not my turn next week...]" Promise what? And
I didn't quite catch the last part; when she mentioned "my turn next week," Mom suddenly lowered her voice.

I didn't know what Mom meant by "my turn next week."

After that, Mom just listened to what the other person was saying without
saying anything .

"[How did you know next week is my turn next week... you know?]" I don't know what the other person said, but Mom's
voice suddenly became a little louder, as if she was surprised. Perhaps realizing her voice was a bit loud, she quickly
lowered it again, while glancing at me suspiciously. I was still pretending to be watching TV
, and Mom didn't notice me eavesdropping. What did she mean by mentioning "my turn next week" twice?

At this moment, Mom was listening to what was being said on the phone, her expression seemingly hesitant about something. I don't
know what the other person said, but Mom's face suddenly turned red, and her legs involuntarily rubbed back and forth. Her left hand,
which wasn't holding the phone, slowly moved between her legs. Because Mom was sitting sideways, her left hand was
blocked by her outer thigh, so I couldn't see what her left hand was doing. I could only see the muscles on her left arm moving constantly, as if
her fingers were moving. Her fair face became even more flushed, and her eyes slowly narrowed,
as if a layer of mist had formed in them, making them watery. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel my heart race.

After a while, Mom's expression suddenly turned serious. She pulled her left hand from between her legs, covered the phone,
and , "[I've said it so many times... I won't get pregnant for you...]"

Her voice was too soft for me to hear clearly, and it
was fragmented . The other person seemed to be asking something again. Mom looked hesitant, but she didn't
agree. Mom remained silent, not saying anything more. I wondered what the other person was saying next. "

[So long-winded, I'll wear whatever... just don't bring it up again...]"

What should she wear? What
clothes should she wear specifically? Mom looked hesitant and shy. After a moment of silence, Mom suddenly
chuckled softly, her face flushing even more, making my heart pound.

"[Holding back a pound? Do you think you're a stud?...]" Mom seemed excited, yet also shy about
something. What was she holding back a pound of? What did it have to do with being a stud? "

[You're talking nonsense again... I don't want to hear it...]" What nonsense? Although Mom
said she wouldn't listen, she still smiled and held the phone.

I noticed her two shapely thighs rubbing back and forth incessantly. I wondered why she kept moving her legs.
Then she started moving her left hand between her legs, her eyes closed, her long
eyelashes fluttering slightly. A fine layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her upturned nose, and her sexy
lips were slightly parted, revealing her white teeth. Her delicate tongue licked her dry lips. Was
Mom hot? Watching this, I unconsciously got an erection, which was quite uncomfortable. I didn't understand
what , but Mom seemed to be enjoying it.

"[Stop talking, I'm almost...]" Mom hummed softly. At that moment, I noticed the frequency of muscle contractions in her left hand
suddenly increased, and her body began to tremble slightly. Suddenly, Mom
covered her mouth with the back of her right hand, which was holding the phone, biting it tightly, as if suppressing something. Her smooth abdomen rose and
fell , her breathing became increasingly rapid, sweat beaded on her nose, and her body trembled more violently.
After a while, Mom let out a muffled groan, her trembling stopped, and she leaned against
the cabinet , breathing softly.

What was Mom doing? She seemed very tired. Does talking on the phone get tiring? I couldn't figure it out
. Then I saw Mom remove her right hand from her mouth, let out a long breath, and her breathing gradually became steady. Her eyes
opened her hazy gaze left me speechless.

"Where did you learn all this from…?" Mom said in a coquettish voice, making me very curious
. What had the other person said on the phone? I couldn't help but be intrigued.

The other person seemed to be showing off something, and Mom's expression suddenly turned shy and flustered as she said, "[You're talking nonsense
, I didn't reach orgasm just now...]" But before she could finish, she seemed to be interrupted.
After a while , Mom suddenly chuckled and said, "

[Bragging, last time someone... less than ten minutes...]" Mom stopped mid-sentence, as if
the other person was arguing about something.

What? Less than ten minutes? What did Mom do last time? My mind started to race.

I don't know what the other person said next, but suddenly Mom's face became unnatural again,
the blush returning to her face

. "[Ugh, who wants to give birth to you...]" At this point, Mom's expression suddenly turned awkward, and she gave me a
guilty look. I quickly pretended to be focused on watching TV.

What was Mom saying just now? Why was she looking at me like that? I suddenly hated myself. I'd been so focused on
studying that I'd become a bookworm. I vaguely felt that Mom had said something about men and women,
but I didn't understand most of what she said, and her voice was too soft; I couldn't
hear . But why was Mom blushing again?

As I was pondering this, the quartz clock in the living room suddenly started chiming. I looked at the clock
and realized that Mom had been on the phone for over 11 hours. She heard the clock too.

"[It's past 11, go to rest, you have work tomorrow…]" Mom's voice was interrupted again.
After listening to the phone for a while, her face started to turn red again.

"[No, Xiaofeng has an exam, I don't have time…]" Mom's voice was so soft I almost didn't hear her. "

[No, not in three days, later…]" Mom lowered her voice again when she said this. Was
three days later when the other person returned from their business trip? "

[You always say you'll chat, but every time…]"

Chat? "What's wrong with chatting? Why is Mom hesitating?"

"[As long as you promise not to... I'll stay a little longer...]" The other person seemed to have made some promise. Mom's
voice was unclear, as if the other person had made a concession. Mom seemed worried about something. After a while, Mom said, "
[Okay, you have to keep your word, I'll stay a little longer...]" It seemed Mom believed the other person's promise. "

[That's it then, it's too late, I have
to hang up . After hanging up, Mom sat there, seemingly both excited and a little tired, breathing softly.
I secretly glanced over and saw Mom's eyes slightly narrowed, as if she was thinking about something. Her sexy lips
occasionally curved upwards, as if there was something Mom was looking forward to.

Then I turned off the TV and said to Mom, "[Mom, it's late, you should go to sleep. I have
school , aren't you going to work?]" Mom suddenly jumped, as if startled by me, turned around, and smiled at me

somewhat embarrassedly . [Huh? Oh, Mom was thinking about something. What did you say?] [Mom, go brush your teeth and wash your face. It'll be easier for me to wash after you're done; I have to get up early for school tomorrow.] [Xiaofeng, you go wash first. I need to take a shower later.] [Mom, why do I need to shower so late?] [Go wash up, don't worry about Mom. I have to get up early for school tomorrow!] After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went back to my bedroom. Mom went to the bathroom to adjust the water temperature and preheat it, then went to the kitchen to collect the trash to take out before going to work tomorrow. Back in my bedroom, I closed the door and lay on the bed, thinking back to the phone call. I wasn't sleepy at all. What happened to Mom ? I remembered the alluring expression on her face when she was on the phone…

Was that the expression she wore when talking to a normal colleague? And what did all those words she said mean?
Mom blurted out something like, "[Ugh, who wants to have your child...]" Have what? Did she mean having a baby?!
Yes, that's the only explanation. Otherwise, what's with the birth control pills?

Thinking about this, my heart suddenly
ached as if it were being clenched, a suffocating pain! Although I'm focused on my studies and don't understand women's affairs
, I know some things about society. Mom might be having an affair. The word "affair
" hit my mind like a powerful shockwave, leaving my head blank. In my heart, Mom is so
pure, how could she do such a thing? She even said she wanted to have a child—did Mom want to have another man's
child?!

Although Mom refused just now, looking at her expression, that shy, hesitant look, was
Mom tempted? Mom! Don't you want me anymore? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?! The
thought of my mother's sacred cradle, the one that gave me life, being defiled by another man's filthy essence, swimming
freely within it, brazenly violating her body, and nurturing that filthy life, made me feel as if
I could see that mysterious, evil man laughing triumphantly.

No, maybe Mom didn't cheat; maybe she was just joking with a colleague. Mom wouldn't do such a thing.
I must believe her. But just now, her hesitant and shy expression… I painfully covered
my head. I looked up at the photo of Dad on the computer. Holding the photo in my hand, looking at his
smiling face, I secretly made up my mind. I must investigate to the end.

Dad, don't worry, Mom belongs only to this family, only to you, only to me. I will protect
Mom and this family! I swear!

For Dad's smile, I must do it!

Chapter Three: Mom's Bedroom

For Dad's smile, I must do it!

Thinking of this, I immediately got out of bed and slowly opened the door
of my room a crack to peek into the living room. My mother had just finished tidying up the kitchen and closed the windows and doors. I saw her go straight back to her
bedroom. She probably thought I was asleep, so she didn't close her bedroom door. Since my mother's bedroom was next to mine
, I quickly pressed my face against the wall next to her bedroom and listened carefully. I heard
the sound of a wardrobe opening next door. My mother was going to take a shower and probably needed to get a bath towel. Sure enough, a little while later,
my mother took a bath towel and went into the bathroom in the inner room of the bathroom.

After the shower stopped, I quietly slipped out of the bedroom, walked through the living room, and saw that my mother's
bedroom door was open. I went in, looked around, but didn't find anything suspicious. I moved
the pillow aside and found the medicine bottle was still there, and the pills hadn't decreased in number. It seemed my mother really hadn't taken her medication recently. Thinking about the phone call
earlier , I couldn't help but worry. I quietly put the medicine bottle back on the pillow and thought about my mother's
call. Suddenly, I remembered that colleague kept emphasizing what clothes my mother shouldn't forget to wear. What was it? It seemed like
my mother had been getting new clothes every now and then these past two months. My mother never used to spend money on clothes. I asked
her , and she said they were provided by her workplace and didn't cost her anything. Although I don't know much about women's clothing, these clothes seemed
expensive and well-made. Maybe the company is doing well, even the clothes they give to executives are so nice. I did
n't think much of it at the time.

But then I started to ponder. What was that person asking my mother to wear tomorrow? And my mother seemed
quite embarrassed. Strange, what clothes was making my mother embarrassed to wear? Thinking about this, I opened my mother
's wardrobe and found it full of her usual clothes and underwear. Nothing new. The
clothes her workplace had issued were all carefully hung up in the wardrobe—very proper outerwear, nothing unusual. I'd seen
her bras and panties before, since I often helped hang them up when I did laundry, and they were all
the same as before.

After observing for a while, I suddenly noticed something square and neatly shaped deep inside
the wardrobe . I gently moved the clothes aside and found a plastic bag. Inside the bag were
three cardboard boxes wrapped in postal packaging, which looked like clothing boxes. I took out the three
boxes and found they were all mail items. Two of the boxes were already opened, and one was unopened
. I took out the two opened boxes and saw that each one had a picture of a beautiful woman wearing sexy lingerie on the cover. They
were probably models, but they didn't have my mother's figure, and their looks were average. The lingerie they were wearing was very revealing,
making me blush. It seemed these three pieces were the sexy lingerie they'd seen on TV.

I checked the dates on the labels of the two opened mail boxes. One was two months old,
and the other was one month old. Could the rustling of clothes coming from Mom's bedroom at night have been from these two pieces of
lingerie ? I couldn't believe it. I picked up the unopened box. Through the transparent film on the packaging
, I could see a purple piece of lingerie inside, but I didn't know what style it was. I noticed
the label was three days old, and it was from the United States. It was all in English,
which I could understand, since my English is pretty good. I checked the price, place of manufacture, production date, and company name,
and finally confirmed that it was indeed shipped from overseas. My mind raced. Who would buy
this kind of lingerie for Mom from abroad? Could it be the mysterious person who called? This lingerie is expensive; that person
must be very rich. I really wanted to take out the two opened lingerie boxes to look at them, but I didn't know how to fold them back
to their original state . What if Mom found out?

As I hesitated, I suddenly noticed the shower noise in the bathroom had stopped. Oh no, Mom was
finishing her shower ! I quickly put the three boxes back into the plastic bag, closed the wardrobe door, and
hurried out of Mom's bedroom. I could see Mom's graceful figure reflected in the frosted glass of the bathroom door;
she was drying herself. I quickly returned to my own bedroom, slightly ajar the door, and secretly
observed the living room.

After a while, the bathroom light went out, and Mom emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel. Her wet
black hair cascaded over her fair shoulders, her delicate face flushed, a fine layer of fragrant
sweat , and her large, expressive eyes, along with the alluring mole under her right eye, made her beautiful and elegant mother increasingly captivating.
Yan, her milky-smooth body, though tightly wrapped in a bath towel, still revealed the proud erectness of her
breasts Her nipples stood out sharply against the towel. Seeing this, I immediately felt a burning
heat throughout my body, and my mouth went dry. Strange, why did I feel this way? But I couldn't control it.

At that moment, Mom turned off the living room light and went back to her bedroom, closing the
door slightly, but not firmly. Perhaps Mom thought I was asleep and didn't notice this small detail.
I quietly slipped out and went to Mom's bedroom door. Because the living room lights were off, it was dark,
which made it easier for me to move around. I slowly opened the door a crack and peeked inside.

Because the bedroom was brightly lit while the living room was dark, my mother, standing in the light, couldn't possibly see
me peeking through the crack in the door. She was wrapped in a towel and standing by the bed, seemingly lost in thought.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, her beautiful face flushed, she shook her head, and then walked to the bed,
taking out the nearly empty bottle of birth control pills from under her pillow. She stared silently at the bottle, lost in
thought . I noticed her blush deepen. She slowly put the bottle back under the pillow,
then sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly lost in thought again. Her expression shifted between shyness and hesitation, as if
she were thinking about something. Her legs began to rub together involuntarily, her flushed face
glowing. I had never seen my mother like this before; it looked somewhat similar to her expression during the phone call. What had
the other person said that excited her so much?

Seeing this, I couldn't help but worry. Why was my mother picking up and putting down the birth control pills? Is Mom
hesitant about taking the birth control pill? Just now on the phone, when that person made the request, Mom seemed to mention that it wasn't her period
yet ? I don't know what that meant, but it seems that because her period wasn't on
the right time, Mom couldn't get pregnant. Thinking about this, even though I don't know what "period" means, I
guessed that as long as her period wasn't on the right time, she wouldn't get pregnant. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then Mom seemed to say that
next week was...

I started to get nervous again. Then I remembered that Mom put the birth control pill back. Why did she put it
back?! That person will be back in three days. I don't believe Mom would cheat, but if it were true...
I mean, if it were true, would something bad happen if Mom didn't take the pill?
What should I do if Mom really didn't take the pill? My hands unconsciously clenched.

After a while, Mom took the pill bottle out again, seemingly hesitating about something, with a very worried expression
. I felt that Mom didn't want to take the birth control pill, as if she was expecting something? Several times, Mom tried to put the pill bottle
back, but her hand stopped halfway through. She kept raising and lowering it, and my heart rose and fell with her
movements , so tense I could hardly breathe.

Mom, you can't do this! Don't you still have Xiaofeng? Don't you love me the most? Just as I
was struggling , Mom turned to look at my photo on the bedside table. Her eyes were gentle,
and she seemed to have made up her mind. She took a pill from the bottle, put it in her mouth, picked up
the water glass from the bedside table, and slowly swallowed it. Seeing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed
Mom still cared about me. Then, my heart felt like it was being stabbed. Mom taking the birth control pill undoubtedly
proved the truth I didn't want to admit deep down. If that hadn't happened, why would she take the pill?

Thinking of Mom's hesitation earlier, this conflicted feeling was unbearable. It seemed Mom was already somewhat infatuated with that
person ; otherwise, why would she hesitate so much? No, I must get to the bottom of this. I
must rescue Mom from this hellhole. Mom's body is sacred and inviolable; she absolutely cannot be
defiled . I must protect this family, protect Dad, and most importantly, protect Mom. Mom belongs to
Dad and me! Forever!

After taking the birth control pill, Mom touched her burning face and stopped rubbing her legs. Suddenly, she opened
the bedside table drawer, took out a box of tissues, and pulled out four or five sheets. Seeing this, I
couldn't wonder what Mom was doing with the tissues. I saw Mom fold the tissues together; they looked
thick. Holding the tissues in her right hand, she suddenly rolled up the bottom of her bath towel with her left, revealing two shapely legs
. What was Mom going to do?

My heart suddenly started pounding. Although I didn't know what Mom was going to do, I was both nervous and
expectant of her actions. Was I going to see something I shouldn't see? Because Mom was sitting on the bed, her angle
was sideways to the doorway, so I could only see her right leg on the outside. The view from the inside was completely blocked.
Mom 's bath towel was gradually rolled up higher and higher, revealing two smooth, milky thighs. It was almost up to her hips now
. My heart rose to my throat with each roll of the towel. Could I see Mom's...?
!

The towel stopped when it reached her thighs. Mom moved closer to the center of the bed,
supporting herself with her left hand. Her two smooth, white thighs were spread wide, her two even calves
gently resting on the bed. Her right hand held a tissue and slipped it between her thighs, seemingly wiping something.
With each wipe, Mom's body trembled slightly, her cherry-like mouth opened
slightly , her small, red tongue gently pressing against her teeth. Her pearly white teeth gleamed under the light,
as if she wanted to make a sound, but it was suppressed.

What was Mom wiping? From my angle, my mother's outer thigh blocked my view, and I could only
vaguely see the back of her right hand wiping up and down at the base of her thigh. It looked like she was wiping between her legs—
could that be a woman's private parts?! I had never seen what a woman's private parts looked like before. All I knew
was that my mind was blank, my heart pounding rapidly with the slow rise and fall of my mother's hand. I was incredibly
anxious , but I couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, my mother stopped, put down the towel, sat up straight, and
took . At that moment, I saw that the tissue in her right hand, under the light, seemed to have absorbed some
clear, shiny liquid. What was this liquid? Urine? No, it couldn't be urine. There wouldn't be this much urine,
and urine should have color. The liquid on the tissue didn't look like much; it was very clear, and it looked...
The liquid was somewhat viscous, with two black, curly hairs stuck to it. What were those? Where did Mom's hair come from
? And what was that liquid all about? Could it be related to what Mom was thinking about while holding the birth control pill
? Why were Mom's legs rubbing back and forth back and forth then? What was Mom thinking about? And
where did that liquid come from?

Mom threw the tissues into the wastebasket by the wall, stood up, went to the wardrobe, opened the door, and
took out a white lace bra and a pair of white cotton panties, casually tossing them onto the bed. At this moment, Mom's gaze
seemed to be drawn to something. I knew that the direction Mom was looking was where the three pieces of
lingerie . Mom gently took out the plastic bag, and from it took out the unopened
box of lingerie. Looking at the purple lingerie inside, Mom couldn't help but stare blankly,
a blush rising to her face. Her delicate hand gently slid across the box, as if hesitating whether to open it or not. Was Mom
going to wear it? No, Mom wouldn't wear such revealing lingerie! Absolutely not. But
what about the other two opened lingerie pieces? Suddenly, I remembered
the sound of the closet coming from Mom's bedroom after she finished a phone call. Could it be those two opened lingerie pieces? If Mom wore them
… I quickly shook my head, forcibly suppressing the guilt-inducing thought.

After looking at it for a long time, Mom sighed softly, put the box back in the plastic bag, and placed it deep inside the
closet . Mom hadn't touched the other two lingerie pieces. Was my guess wrong
? Yes, it must be wrong. How could Mom wear such clothes! I breathed a sigh of relief, but what about
three days later? I dared not think any further.

Mom closed the closet door, then turned and went to the bedside, reaching for a white lace bra. Was
Mom going to start wearing lingerie? But she should be naked under the bath towel! Was Mom going to
take off the bath towel in front of me now?! I had never seen my mother's naked body before. That was my mother! I felt a mix of
fear tension. I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't budge. I didn't know why. I wanted to leave! I
didn't want to see! That was my mother! I couldn't look! My legs, at least move a little!!! Although I tried my best to move
my legs, my body betrayed me. My eyes were wide open, watching my mother's every move.

With her left hand, she hooked her white lace bra with her little finger while using the other three fingers to grab the bath towel and pull it down
very quickly. My heart jumped into my throat. I only had time to see my mother's two
pink cherry-like nipples flash before my eyes. Suddenly, the bedroom light went out.
The contrast between the light and darkness after the light went out made my eyes feel strongly uncomfortable. The room looked a little blurry. It turned out that when my mother took off
the bath towel , her right hand reached to the wall to turn off the light. The light went out the instant she pulled down the bath towel.

As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, I was able to vaguely see some things. Through the curtains, a thin
layer moonlight shone on my mother's flawless white body. In the dim moonlight, her body looked as
white and tender as frost, crystal clear, like a fairy descending to earth. Her proud breasts shimmered with a creamy luster.
Because the moonlight was partially blocked by the buildings outside, it could only shine on my mother's upper body.
I couldn't see her lower body clearly because there was no light.

Mom gently put on her white lace bra, adjusting its position slightly to make her deep
cleavage particularly noticeable under the moonlight. Then she walked to the bedside and sat on the bed. By this time, the moonlight could no longer reach
her body, and I could only vaguely see the outline of her slender figure in the darkness. Mom adjusted
her posture and slowly slipped her two jade-like feet through her white cotton panties. Because she had to
bend , a small, tight, dark tuft of hair was faintly visible between her slightly parted thighs.
It flashed past my eyes, and I felt a rush of blood to my head, making me dizzy. When I came to my senses,
Mom had already put on her panties. She turned over, lay down, covered herself with the blanket, tidied her still-damp hair
, and peacefully closed her eyes, looking as beautiful and serene as Sleeping Beauty from a fairy tale.

After a while, I could hear my mother's soft, even breathing coming from the bed. I knew she was asleep.
I slowly closed the door, quietly went back to my bedroom, and lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

The birth control pills, the mysterious phone call, the purple lingerie, the tissue stained with a clear, glistening liquid, and that
small, tightly clenched, dark, pubic hair flashed before my eyes like a slideshow, leaving me
exhausted but not sleepy at all.

Three days, only three days left. That person will be back in three days. What should I do?
What can I do? Why am I so useless?! Why am I so weak?! Dad! Tell me!
What should I do?! Dad! Speak to me, Dad! Dad...

In my hazy state, I murmured "Dad," filled with deep questions, and finally, I fell asleep, exhausted.

Chapter Four, Second Ring:

Time always slips away unnoticed. These past two days, Mom has been going to work as usual, coming home
to cook . After school, besides focusing on my final exams, I've been secretly observing Mom's daily
behavior. That phone call hasn't come again these past two days, and Mom's actions are unchanged, as if nothing has
happened. Only the sound of the pill bottle being opened every night from Mom's bedroom proves she's started
taking . With final exams approaching, the burden of studying has temporarily made me forget what I can't forget.

On the third night, Mom is still watching TV in the living room. After finishing my homework, I
'm debugging 's almost finished, and I'm incredibly happy. I think even if the software doesn't
win an award, being a software engineer would be great. I heard the job pays very well, enough to support Mom and me. With
me around, Mom won't have to work anymore; she can stay home and cook delicious meals for me every day! Chat with me every day! And
…

Hmm? Strange? What am I thinking about? Why are I only thinking about Mom and me? Oh,
right, it must be because Mom is too tired. I'm her son, of course I care about her! So the first thing
I thought was spending time with Mom! Yes, that's right! I want to be with Mom forever
!

But thinking about my dream earlier, how happy I would be if it all came true… Hmm! I must make…
Mom will be happy! Definitely!!!

I was filled with anticipation for my future with Mom, and I was so excited that I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

[Ring ring ring ring…]

The sudden ringing of the phone jolted me awake from my reverie, like a boulder suddenly hitting
a calm lake, giving me a jolt. With final exams approaching, the heavy
workload and the near-complete software debugging had drained all my energy, making me almost forget
what happened two days ago. Could it be that mysterious phone call again?! My heart tightened.

Mom stood up from the sofa and walked towards the hallway. When she reached my bedroom door, she glanced in my
direction Seeing that the door was still closed, she felt much more at ease. I quietly went to the door and secretly opened it a
crack. Because my bedroom faces the hallway, I could see into the hallway just by opening the door a little.
Mom was already sitting on the high chair and picked up the phone.

[Hello…you're back?] Who's back? Is it that person?!

My mother's voice wasn't deliberately lowered; perhaps she saw my bedroom door was
closed when she passed by and thought I couldn't hear her. She didn't know I was hiding behind the door.

[Um… I've eaten.] It sounded like she was asking if my mother had eaten.

[No, it's so late, go eat by yourself.] Did she want my mother to eat with him? But I
know my mother doesn't like going out at night.

[You're up to no good, I don't believe you.] My mother said coquettishly, making me very uncomfortable.

[No, I won't go out, you go by yourself.] I knew my mother wouldn't go out.

[Tomorrow? We can only talk for a little while, you promised me last time, you can't go back on your word, I also have some accounts
to sort out.] Was my mother really going to be late tomorrow?

[I don't want to wear it, it's so ugly… I know no one can see, but…] Wear what? Was it about that last time
? Was she talking about that purple lingerie?!

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be emphasizing something, and Mom looked
troubled .

"[I know I promised you last time, but…]" Mom was interrupted before she could finish. "

[Why are you bringing this up again? I already said I wouldn't do it for you…] Never mind, are you satisfied now that I'm wearing it? Do
n't mention that again, understand?" The person seemed to have said something to Mom. Mom immediately agreed to wear it.
What could be more worrying for Mom than wearing lingerie? "

[I haven't opened it yet, I don't know what it looks like.]" It seemed like they were asking Mom what the lingerie looked like. What would
Mom look like in that purple lingerie? I think she'd
look even better than the model on the packaging,

right? Hmm?! No!! I suddenly realized, oh my god?! How could I have such a thought? I slapped
myself hard. Mom is my dearest person, how could I have such a thought about her?! But
that wicked thought from just now was like a seed after a spring rain, sprouting and
quietly …

[Hehe, just to whet your appetite, to keep you awake at night.] Mom said coquettishly, like flirting with
a lover , which made my heart ache.

[Next week… um? What do you want to do? What bad thing are you up to again…] Before Mom could finish speaking,
the other person

I'm sorry…] I don't know what the other person was explaining? Mom seemed
embarrassed.

[Compensation? What do you want to do again? Last time you said you wanted me to…] Mom's voice suddenly
softened , as if she was nervous, afraid I would hear?

Before Mom could finish speaking, the other person seemed to be explaining something again? At this moment, Mom's expression suddenly brightened
, as if she breathed a sigh of relief.

[This? You startled me, it's just cooking! So what do you want to eat?] The other person seemed to want to eat
Mom's cooking? But Mom's cooking is really delicious.

Mom kept listening to what the other person was saying, nodding repeatedly. I noticed that Mom's eyes were exceptionally gentle,
a gentleness different from the gentleness she showed me. That gentle look in Mom's eyes was just like the way she used to look at
Dad, so similar. "

[Okay...okay...as long as you like it...]" Mom said gently, but that expression made
me feel very uncomfortable, my heart ached. Why did I feel so bad?

"[Come to your place to cook? No, last time you..." The other person seemed to want Mom to
cook . A blush suddenly rose on Mom's face, and she looked a little shy. Did Mom not want to?
Or was there some other reason? If it was just cooking, it shouldn't be a problem, right? "

[No, you can't come over, Xiaofeng is here...]" Hmm? That person wants to come to my house to eat Mom's cooking
? Does he really want to eat Mom's cooking that much? I became nervous. Mom, please don't agree!

[No, that's not what I meant. It's just that I don't want Xiaofeng to...] Mom's voice trailed
off . What didn't she want me to do? I couldn't help but wonder.

Mom listened to the other person in silence for a while. I didn't know what they were saying, but Mom seemed to have
a hint of .

[Don't be angry. It's not that I'm heartless, it's just that...] Mom was interrupted before she could finish. The other person
seemed a little unhappy.

The other person seemed to say a lot, but Mom didn't say anything. After a while, Mom suddenly
chuckled .
[You're such a grown-up, why are you arguing with a child...] Hmm? Strange? What was he arguing with me about?
Food? Mom kept smiling as she listened to the other person.

[Alright, I'll cook for you, okay? You really...] Did Mom really agree? What should I do then?
Had Mom forgotten about me?

[Wait until I'm off work? Then I can only wait until next week... but only at noon...] It seemed like they wanted Mom to
come when she was off work. Noon? I ate at school then.

Mom's face suddenly flushed red. She opened her mouth to speak but didn't get a chance, as if the other person had been
talking non-stop.

"No! I have to go home this afternoon, Xiaofeng still needs to..." The other person interrupted her again.
After a while Mom's face turned even redder. What had the other person said to elicit such a reaction?

[Don't say things like that, I don't like hearing it...] Hmm? What doesn't Mom like to hear? But Mom seems
very excited.

[I can believe anyone but you, because you always...] Can't believe what? Although Mom
says she doesn't believe, why is she smiling as she says it? There seems to be a hint of shyness in her expression?

Mom didn't speak for a while, as if the other person was making a promise to her. Although she said she didn't believe,
Mom seemed hesitant and shy?

[Okay, I'll believe you this once, but you can't...] It seems the other person's promise persuaded Mom.
Mom are you really going to that man?

Mom didn't say much more, it was all the other person talking. Mom occasionally let out a few silvery laughs,
I don't know what made Mom so happy.

[You're so good at talking, I can...] I don't know what the other person said next, but Mom suddenly
covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

[Hmm? I'm perfectly healthy!] "Why are you asking this...?" The other person seemed to suddenly change the subject, as if
asking about Mom's health.

"Hmm...hmm...the medicine's almost finished...hmm...hmm? Why are you asking this?" Mom said casually
, but seemed to sense something was off, and asked the other person a question. Medicine? What medicine? Is it
the birth control pills under Mom's pillow?

"Is taking too many bad for your health? No, I don't feel anything wrong..." Taking too much of what
is bad ? Is it the birth control pills? What exactly did the other person say about taking too many being bad for Mom's health?

"It's okay, I've always...hmm...hmm? Really?" The other person seemed to have said something. Mom's
expression seemed somewhat disbelieving yet worried.

"Really can't I keep taking them? I've never heard of taking too many causing health problems..." Does that mean the birth control pills can't
be taken continuously? I don't really understand this, and Mom doesn't seem to believe it either. Mom's health has always been very good
. What else did the other person say?

My mother's expression seemed worried and uncertain. After a while, she suddenly
became uneasy.

[Stop? No, no, wait, you're not planning something again, are you... No... What if...]
What do you mean, stop? I was frantic, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. My mother's face started to turn red again, her
rosy cheeks looking delicate and alluring, as if she had something she couldn't say. What was she worried about?

[Those two times? Those two times were just accidents, we can only... um... um... You make it sound nice,
but what if you want to...] At this point, my mother seemed particularly shy, unable to say something, and hesitant
about something. What did "those two times" mean? Those two times!! I had a bad feeling, and what did
"what if" mean? My mother seemed worried about something too.

[I was afraid you wouldn't be honest, that's why I... yeah, I ate it because I was scared... um, I
started ... um... it's not that I was worried, it's just that...] Mom's words suddenly became hurried, as if
the other person was blaming her.

[No, it's not that I don't trust you... oh, no, you know that's not what I meant...] The other person
seemed to be questioning Mom about something? Mom hurriedly explained something, but I couldn't understand.

[I know you didn't... but you always... no, I'm mainly worried that
you might control yourself... no, listen to me...] Mom seemed to be eager to say something, and the other person also seemed to be
saying something hurriedly.

Perhaps the other person kept emphasizing something, so Mom stopped talking and listened silently. I don't know
what the other person said, but Mom's expression slowly relaxed.

[Okay, I believe you, but you can't mention that thing again, understand...] What thing? Could it be about
the pregnancy?

[Um... um... I can only allow you to do this, you can't...] I can only allow you to do this? "What?"

Mom's face turned even redder, and her thighs involuntarily rubbed back and forth. It was strange; why did
Mom rub her legs whenever her face turned particularly red?

[I'll finish the rest... um... actually, I feel my skin is much better after taking it, um
... I can take it for another two weeks...] What? Finish the rest? I can take it for another two weeks? I
couldn't help but think of the medicine bottle under Mom's pillow again. Was that what the person was talking about?

[I believe you, okay? Take it until you're done... Is it really harmful to your health? It shouldn't be
...] Both of them slowed their voices, seemingly no longer arguing.

[Um... we'll see... um? Why do you keep trying to make me stop taking the medicine? Are you...?] Mom suddenly asked
seriously . The other person seemed very nervous and said something very quickly.

After a while, Mom's face slowly relaxed, as if the other person's explanation had convinced her.

[Oh, thank you for your concern, I'm perfectly healthy.] Mom looked very happy, as if
the other person had said something that made her happy.

[Okay, stop talking... um... I know, let me rest first... um... I know, you're
so long-winded!] Mom suddenly replied in a soft, coquettish voice, unusually charming, melodious, and lingering, making my
heart tremble and my legs feel a tingling sensation. Good heavens! Mom, how could you talk to that person
in that voice?!

I don't know what the other person said, but Mom's face suddenly flushed, then she chuckled:

[Can't stand it? I'm going to say it in that voice... hehehe... I don't believe it!] Mom suddenly
became excited, looking like she was a few years younger, like
the smug expression of a girl in my class when she's successfully played a prank on a boy.

[Really soft-boned? Humph, I don't believe it...] Why does Mom sound like she's being coquettish? Did
I hear wrong?

[Alright, alright, stop talking. Go eat, it's so late, don't go hungry... um...
um...] Mom seemed to want to end the conversation, but the other person seemed reluctant.

[Um... um? Tomorrow? You'd better wait for me... No, you're not an employee of our company,
what if someone sees you here... No, I mean we should probably stick to our old ways...] Huh?
Not a colleague?! Then who is he?! Before?! Didn't Mom used to work overtime at the company?!

[No, everyone knows I'm raising the child alone, we used to only see each other after I got off work, what if...]
"What if someone sees you..." Mom looked troubled. Hearing her words,
could really not be a colleague?!

Mom was silent for a moment, worried. After a while, her expression slowly relaxed.

"Well... you decide, um... I know, I won't forget. I'll wear it, okay? But you can only
look, not... Humph, nobody believes you!" Wear what? My mind flashed to that unopened
purple lingerie. Mom, are you really going to...?

"By the way, don't eat too much tonight, it's bad for your stomach, you'll feel uncomfortable sleeping. It's windy at night,
wear more clothes , don't catch a cold, and..." Mom was interrupted before she could finish. But why did Mom's gentle voice sound
like the same tone she used to use when she told Dad to go out?

What did the other person say? Mom's face turned bright red, her delicate face looking unusually
pink , like a juicy red apple, making one want to take a bite.

[Pah, who's calling you "older"... You're still calling me that? Call me Sister Li!] What did I call her that made Mom so shy?
And Sister Li, huh? Sister Li?!! Is she younger than Mom?

Mom's expression seems particularly excited, her face flushed, as if something is making her especially
excited .

[Hmph... Being a year older than you is still being a sister... No, I have to call her that... Hmm, that's proper...] Mom
seems to be scolding the other person, but why is she so happy?

[Hmm? What do you mean, "older Sister Li"... Oh dear, you're not allowed to say the last two words! You, you still say that...] Mom's
high, smooth nose suddenly wrinkled mischievously, and she even lightly stomped her little feet, looking both anxious and
excited . Her shy expression was like a woman in love in a romantic drama
, flirting with her man. I don't know if it's liking or shyness? I rubbed my eyes. Does Mom also have this kind of expression? Her rosy
cheeks and alluring eyes captivated me.

But recalling what my mother had said on the phone, the other person seemed to be a year younger than her, so he must be
thirty-three. I remembered those expensive women's suits and those three priceless lingerie pieces—were
they gifts from him? Thirty-three and already so rich? What does he do?!
Who is he?! My hands unconsciously gripped my thighs tightly, yet I felt no pain.

[Hehehe…you're so sweet-talking. By the way, don't wander around outside after dinner. Go home and sleep early.
Don't forget to take a shower before bed, and…] Why did my mother's words sound like
the instructions she gave me when I went on a spring outing? I knew she was just concerned about me, but now the person she was concerned about was…

[Hmm…hmm…hmm? What's wrong? Are you annoyed by my nagging?] "Then I..." Mom seemed a little unhappy,
muttering softly. Before she could finish, the other person seemed to rush to explain something.

The other person said a lot, but Mom's expression slowly relaxed.
After a while , Mom began to smile slightly again.

"[Good to know. Okay, I'm hanging up now. You go quickly...]" Mom seemed to want to end the conversation,
but the other person seemed to interrupt her and said something.

"[Um... um? No, no, I won't!]" Mom's face became unusually shy. Her already red
face became even more radiant, looking like a peach blossom.

What request did the other person make that made Mom so embarrassed? The other person kept talking, and
Mom just listened, her expression both shy and excited. "

[Um... um... oh dear, I can't stand you. Just once, I won't care if you can't hear me.]" Hmm? What did
Mom agree to? And Mom was very excited.

I saw Mom cover the microphone and mouth with both hands, as if afraid someone would hear something
. Through the crack in the door, I could only see her profile. Her mouth and the microphone were blocked by both hands. Mom
didn't speak, but I could see her cheeks suddenly hollow out, as if she were pouting.
Then my ear. Before I could hear it clearly,
her cheeks returned to normal. At this moment, Mom's face was flushed, as if she had done
something very embarrassing.

[Satisfied now... um... um... Okay, go ahead, goodbye!] Mom finally hung up the phone,
turned around, and stared blankly for a moment. Her eyes were wandering, and her soft, smooth lips were slightly upturned, as if she was recalling
what had just happened on the phone. Then, she smiled and shook her head slightly, gently patting her flushed, hot face with both hands,
as if it were very hot.

I glanced at my watch and saw that the TV had been playing for about two hours. At that moment, my mother stood up from the high chair, looking
cheerful and seemingly in a good mood. She was humming her favorite song softly. She slowly walked to the coffee table in
the living room , picked up the remote control, and turned off the TV. At that moment, she didn't notice
that her son's bedroom door had been ajar.

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