The Secret Between Mom and Her Classmate 1-2

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In my memory, my father's image is always very vague. My father worked on construction sites and only
came home for Chinese New Year. Although he always brought me many good things when he came home, now, no matter how
hard I try to remember, I can't recall his face. I only remember that when I was in elementary school, one year after the Spring Festival,
my father left and never came back.

Later, when I was a little older, my mother told me that my father was killed when a machine fell from a building on the construction site
. In those days, accidents on construction sites were common. Later, my father's coworker from the same village brought my mother some money,
saying it was compensation from the construction site. My mother used this money to buy a house in the city. At that time, house prices were not expensive,
and a small two-bedroom apartment didn't cost much. The compensation was just enough, and I think there was a little left over.

When I graduated from elementary school and was about to go to junior high school, my mother took me to... My mother moved to a house in the city with me and enrolled me
in a high school there.

My mother's name is Liu Wei. She had attended a vocational school and studied accounting. Later, she found an accounting
job at a small company, earning about two or three thousand yuan a month. My mother relied on that two or three thousand
yuan a month to pay my tuition, support my studies, and cover the household utilities. Life was very difficult.
I was very sensible and knew that my family's situation was not good, so I studied very hard and
was admitted to .

But after I got in, I realized that the tuition for the best high school was also very high. After I told my mother about this
, she said, "Fanfan, don't worry about these things. No matter what, Mom will support you to go to university
. Just focus on your studies." Later, my mother, with her outstanding business skills, moved from her previous small company... I switched jobs
to a big company here, my salary increased, and my family's finances finally started to improve.

When I entered high school, my only thought was to study hard and get into a good university to repay my mother. However,
things don't always go smoothly. Looking back, everything
changed from the moment I entered high school.

It was a midterm math exam, which was naturally not difficult for me, as I had always done well.
As soon as the test papers were handed out, I started writing intently. After a while, I felt something pressing against my back
. I turned around and saw Yang Hu sitting behind me. When he saw me turn around, he pointed to his
test paper , indicating that I should let him copy the answers. I disdainfully turned my head back and continued working on my questions.

Even in the best schools and the best classes, there will always be a few students whose grades are not good. Good, but also a
troublemaker, Yang Hu was one of those students.

I'd heard he was a rich kid, his dad a big boss who owned a company. He spent all his time at school playing,
and after class he'd run off to the bathroom with his gang of friends to smoke. He was also frequently involved in fights. Many
people at school called him "Brother Tiger," and I'd heard he was having affairs with street thugs. I've never liked associating with people like that. So
what if he's involved in the underworld? Does he think I have to let him copy my answers just because he asked? With that thought in mind, I
didn't show him my answers. He didn't poke me with his pen again until the exam was over.

After the exam, the teacher carried a stack of collected papers out of the classroom, and I finally felt relieved from the tension
. I let out a long sigh and was about to get up to stretch outside when I suddenly noticed
a tall figure standing beside me—it was Yang Hu.

"Li Fan, I'll fuck your mother!" Yang Hu roared, throwing a punch at my face. He was
1.8 meters and quite strong; I took the full force of the punch, my vision blurred, and I couldn't speak. I
staggered to my feet, subconsciously preparing to retaliate, but before I could even throw a punch, another heavy blow landed on my nose,
sending me slumping back into the chair. At that moment, I felt a warm current in my nose, and a trickle of blood flowed
down my cheek.

Yang Hu didn't stop, relentlessly punching me, cursing as
he trying to prove? I asked you to copy my answers, and you ignored me! I've been in this school
for so long, and no one has ever dared to refuse me!"

I couldn't really hear what he was saying anymore; his fists kept hitting my head, and
my nose was bleeding. My eyes were swollen, and my head was constantly buzzing. The noisy
classmates all fell silent, watching Yang Hu beat me up, but not a single person came to my aid. This wasn't
surprising; I was usually quiet and not very popular, and apart from being a good student, I was good for nothing.
Yang Hu, on the other hand, was a rich second-generation heir, not only wealthy but also involved in organized crime; no one in school dared to mess with him. Before, I only cared about
my studies and kept to myself, but now I finally understood that so-called "street kids" were truly
not to be trifled with.

Time seemed to drag on endlessly; Yang Hu's beating felt like an eternity. Finally,
a few other classmates, perhaps seeing how pitiful I was being beaten, came over and pulled Yang Hu away, muttering, "Brother Hu,
Brother Hu, that's enough. Let him vent his anger, it'll be over soon. What if you hurt him?"

"So what if something goes wrong? I can afford to pay for it even if I break his arm!" Yang Hu roared,
but his movements stopped. "Damn it, he's still trying to act tough with me." Several people around him
quickly responded to calm him down, "Yes, yes, Brother Hu, calm down, calm down."

Hearing Yang Hu's insults, tears welled up in my eyes. I do have my pride,
but I just couldn't stop crying. Taking advantage of the moment when Yang Hu was being held back, I wiped my tears and rushed out of the classroom, wanting to go to
the rooftop and have a good cry...

I ran all the way, blood and tears streaming down my face. I came down, a salty taste in my mouth.
The students around me, whether they knew me or not, all looked at me with averted expressions; perhaps I
really strange. The usually honest and unassuming me, because of Yang Hu's humiliation, would probably soon
be infamous throughout the whole school.

I went to the rooftop, leaned against the railing, and took out tissues to clean myself up. Just then, I saw
a man and a woman passionately kissing in another corner of the rooftop. The man was a bit dark-skinned, but quite muscular; although not
as tall as Yang Hu, he was still a bit taller than me. The woman had her hair in a ponytail, wore a short skirt, and had long, slender legs.
She was standing on tiptoe, kissing the man.

The man had one arm around her waist, while his other hand brazenly slipped inside her short skirt, roughly
kneading her buttocks. Watching this scene, the more I looked, the more familiar they seemed. Upon closer inspection, I realized
the man was He Qiang from the next class, often seen with Yang Hu; he was Yang Hu's lackey. And the woman was
Sun Qian from our class! My mind went blank again.

Sun Qian was the prettiest girl in our class, and my secret crush. Of course, I knew
my family's circumstances weren't good enough for her, and I didn't dare to try and have my way with her; I could only silently
admire her. She was also a good student, and to get her attention, I studied even harder, hoping to leave
a lasting impression. Then, one day, Sun Qian came to ask me a math question! I remember her smiling at me.
I pretended to be serious and explained the problem to her. After she understood, she praised me for being smart. Although this
happened last semester, it feels like it was just yesterday.

All those beautiful fantasies were shattered in that instant. My noble and pure goddess, Sun Qian,
was embracing He Qiang, Yang Hu's underling, and was being wantonly violated by him, yet she seemed to revel in it. My illusions
were shattered. Even more ridiculous, Sun Qian saw me now, bruised and battered,
adding insult to injury.

They saw me too. Seeing someone approach, Sun Qian quickly patted He Qiang lightly. He Qiang withdrew
his hands, looked at me, and turned to Sun Qian, saying, "Isn't this Li Fan from your class?"
Perhaps my current appearance made me unrecognizable at first glance; Sun Qian looked several times before confirming it was me.
She was about to walk towards me when He Qiang grabbed her arm, saying, "Don't go. He must have been beaten by Brother Hu.
I'll ask Brother Hu later." Sun Qian didn't insist and followed He Qiang down the rooftop from the other side.

Today was destined to be the most humiliating day of my life. Yang Hu beat me up in front of the whole class, and then
my crush saw me in this pathetic state on the rooftop. I felt so pathetic! Why? Why is my
fate so tragic!

I cried and cried, for who knows how long, until finally my tears dried. I wiped away the tears
and blood with tissues, watching the sun almost set in the west, and realized school was over. No matter what,
I must get revenge! On my way home, I walked while pondering my revenge plan…

When I got home, my mother had already come home from work and was cooking dinner in the kitchen. To avoid her noticing anything amiss,
I quickly ran to the bathroom to wash my face. When I came out, my mother saw me and said, “Fanfan, hurry
up and get ready for dinner.” I was about to say yes, but my mother still noticed a swelling around my eye.

“Oh dear, why is your face swollen?” My mother exclaimed in surprise, coming closer and touching my face. I didn't expect
my mom to find out, so I had to say I fell at school. But she saw right through me
: "Did you get into a fight outside?" I still denied it, but she didn't press me further.
She just told me to sit on the sofa, got a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and started wiping my face with a cotton swab.

"Ouch..." As soon as the alcohol touched the swollen area, I gasped in pain. My
mom told me to bear with it while carefully applying the rubbing. A warm feeling welled up inside me. My mom is so good.
Even though I've suffered so much at school, at least I have my mom. When I'm home, I'm her
precious treasure.

As she applied the medicine, I noticed that her skin seemed to have improved recently
. I remembered that when we first moved to the city, her face was always sallow, but now it
was the crow's feet around her eyes had disappeared. Her face didn't look
like that of a middle-aged woman at all. It seems living in the city is really great; no wonder city people always look
younger than those in the countryside.

With my strong willpower, Mom finally finished wiping me down. She put away the alcohol, took my hand, and said,
"Fanfan, you've always been a good boy. Just study hard at school and don't cause trouble, okay?"
Hearing the word "cause trouble," I remembered the humiliation of being beaten by Yang Hu. Was this causing trouble? I just didn't let
him copy my test paper, and he beat me so badly. A feeling of injustice rose in my heart, and I protested to Mom,
"Mom, I didn't." Mom didn't ask any more questions, stood up, and said, "That's good. If you did, correct it; if you didn't, keep up the
good work. Hurry up and get ready for dinner."

I sat down at the table, and Mom brought the dishes out of the kitchen one by one. I realized that dinner
was so plentiful. Mom had stewed a big fish for me, made braised pork, and some braised dishes bought outside
—all my favorites. But I knew Mom's salary wasn't high, so we rarely ate such lavish meals
. I asked, "Mom, why are there so many good dishes today?" Mom smiled and said, "The company gave me a bonus
this month. Eat as much as you like. I'll cook more delicious food for you in the future." I happily
agreed and began to eat heartily.

It seemed Mom's work was going better and better, and things would definitely get better for our family. I secretly
resolved to study harder, earn more money, and give Mom a better life. But before that, I
had to settle things with Yang Hu…

Lying in bed that night, I kept thinking about how to get revenge. Tomorrow was Saturday. This weekend,
news of me being beaten would spread throughout the school. If I didn't get my revenge on Monday, I wouldn't be able to hold my head up in school until I
graduated . But how could I do that? In a one-on-one fight, I was definitely no match for
Yang Hu . He was taller and stronger than me, and he was also a better fighter. As for a group fight, forget about it; Yang Hu
could easily summon a large group of people, while I, needless to say, couldn't summon anyone at all. There was no other way but to…

The next day at noon, after lunch, I told my mother I was going out to play with my classmates and left home. I went
to the street , wandered around for a while, and found an outdoor equipment store. I picked out a switchblade and
bought it. The knife wasn't very big; it could easily fit in my pocket or be hidden in my sleeve. It had a bit of weight in my hand, and there was a small button on
the handle . Pressing it would pop out the sharp blade. I was very satisfied, thinking about Monday…
I'll rely on this to get revenge. Seeing that it was still early, I went to an internet cafe near my house and played some games before going home. It

was already six o'clock when I got home, and Mom wasn't home; she was probably out buying groceries. I sat on
the sofa , took out my switchblade, and examined it closely. I stroked the knife lovingly,
rehearsing in my mind what would happen at school on Monday. Whether I could regain my dignity depended on this battle.

After all, calling the police was useless against a thug like Yang Hu. The police would just think it was a children's fight and
push it to the school. And going to the school was even more useless; the school would just smooth things over, call both sets of parents,
and give them a demerit, and that would be it. I didn't want Mom to know about this. Besides, students like Yang Hu
pay a large sponsorship fee to the school every year; maybe the school wouldn't even bother him. So,
I had to solve this myself.

Strangely, Mom still hadn't come home after so long, and I was getting hungry. Logically, it was
the weekend, and Mom wasn't working. On weekends, Mom usually stays home watching TV and doing housework, maybe
going out to buy groceries. Why isn't she home yet? I took out my phone and called her.

The phone rang several times before she answered.

"Hey, son."

"Mom, where are you? Why aren't you home yet?"

"Oh, Mom's working overtime at the company, a bit busy, might be home a little late, um..."

"What about dinner..."

"There are leftovers in the fridge, heat them up, Mom's a bit busy here, I

'll hang up now." Before I could reply, Mom hung up. It seems Mom really is busy. I could hear
her hurried voice on the other end of the line; she must be really overwhelmed with work to be working so late. I had no choice but
to cook for myself.

After heating up the food and washing the dishes, I realized that cooking and washing dishes
is quite tiring. Although I come from a rural area, Mom has always done most of the housework since I was little; I only
focused on studying, so I rarely did housework. But after experiencing it firsthand, I realized the hardship involved.

I thought about how my mother had cared for me for decades, working to earn money and then coming home to do laundry and cook.
I suddenly felt how incredibly hard her life had been. And now, she was working overtime. I thought I should take this
opportunity to help her with some of the housework. I saw a pile of clothes next to the washing machine that she hadn't had time to wash yet
.

I put the clothes in the washing machine one by one, and finally, I saw my mother's underwear at the bottom.
That's when I realized how incredibly sexy her underwear was! I picked up her bra; it was
black with lace patterns. Similarly, her panties were also black with lace patterns—
it was clearly a matching set. I'd only ever seen underwear like this in TV commercials and in lingerie stores, and
it wasn't cheap. When did my mother buy such sexy underwear?

I remember when I was little, my mother's bras hanging under the eaves were just ordinary white bras, and her underwear
was just ordinary cotton underwear, without the various patterns and colors seen in TV commercials. When did my mother
start wearing these sexy lingerie?

Putting them in the washing machine, I picked up a black lump—a pair of black stockings. The stockings felt
smooth and light in my hand. I had only ever seen other women wear stockings before, never my mother.
How did my mother get stockings? And black ones at that.

But then I thought again, I'm usually at school, and my mother goes to work. Every day when I get home, my mother has
already finished work and is wearing her loungewear. I really hadn't noticed when my mother became so fashionable.

My mother got home at 10 pm. I saw that her face was flushed and she looked tired
. It seems that my mother's work is indeed very hard. But what caught my attention even more was my mother's black
dress , her long legs encased in black stockings, her feet in stilettos, and a small black
handbag in her hand. This completely overturned my usual impression of my mother; I was utterly stunned.

"What's wrong, Fanfan? Is there something on Mom's face?" Mom asked as she
changed silent stare.

"Oh, no. Mom, why are you working so late?"

"Something came up at the company. Have you eaten?"

"Yes, I have."

Mom went into the house, put her bag in the bedroom, and then came out, saying, "Go to sleep now, it's getting late.
Mom 's a little tired; I'll take a shower and then go to bed."

I felt that Mom was acting strangely today, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it, so I silently went back to my room to sleep.

Monday arrived in the blink of an eye. As soon as I entered the classroom, although nothing particularly noteworthy happened,
I still felt that everyone's gaze towards me was somewhat different. Perhaps it was just my imagination? Yang Hu didn't even
look at me; he was busy bragging and chatting with his cronies. That's fine; I can catch him off guard and
launch a surprise attack. I sat in my seat, putting my hand in my pocket to make sure my switchblade
was safe .

This class was probably the most agonizing one I'd ever had. I
had no idea ; all I could think about was regaining my dignity after class. Finally, the bell rang. As soon as class ended, Yang Hu
and his friends left the classroom. I knew where he went; he was definitely going to the restroom with his buddies to smoke. The restroom
was always their territory; it was always filled with smoke after class.

I went to the restroom; it was crowded. Sure enough, they were all smoking and bragging inside. However,
there were too many people after class; it wasn't the right time. If a fight broke out and someone reported it to the teacher, it would be
troublesome , and I didn't want my parents called in. I knew these guys wouldn't leave until the bell rang again, so
I wasn't in a hurry. I stood calmly at the restroom door, concealing the knife in my sleeve, pretending to be playing on my phone. My real intention was
to wait until class was about to start before confronting Yang Hu. Meanwhile, Yang Hu, unaware of what awaited him,
was still chatting idly in the restroom.

"Hey Tiger, I found a new club this weekend, it's fucking exciting, wanna go have some fun tonight?" It was
He Qiang's voice.

"Fun what? No interest."

"Damn, you're not interested in this? There are students, white-collar workers, married women, all kinds. Don't you
like ?"

"Your brother Tiger has free ones, why would I go to your paid ones?"

"What? Brother Tiger, where did you pick her up? Bring her out so we can fuck her too."

"Fuck my ass. It took me a month to get her. Bring her out for you guys to see sometime,
remember to call her 'sister-in-law'."

"Wow, Brother Tiger, what kind of married woman would take you a month to get?"

"Hehe, that slut is an employee of my dad's company. The time I went to see my dad, I saw her at first sight.
Later I got her phone number, added her on WeChat, and got her step by step." Yang Hu said smugly,
"At first she ignored me, so I sent her a lot of red envelopes. Later I slowly asked her out shopping, took her out
to dinner , and last weekend, I finally slept with her!"

"She's a decent girl, Brother Tiger is awesome! How was it, was it good?"

"You know what, that slut's pussy was really tight, completely different from the ones outside. That day I drove
my dad's Mercedes straight to her apartment building and asked her out. You all know I like stockings and heels, so I made her wear them.
She initially said she wouldn't on WeChat, but when she got in the car, she obediently put on black stockings and heels. Damn, I
love that. Then I took her to a hotel and got straight to the point. She also has a son, in high school.
If she hadn't told me, I wouldn't have believed it. I was having sex with her while making her answer her son's phone call."

Listening to Yang Hu's filthy words in the bathroom, I really couldn't wait any longer. After
confirming the switchblade hidden in my sleeve again, I went straight into the bathroom...

Yang Hu saw me come in but didn't pay any attention and continued chatting with them. He Qiang, on the other hand,
was looking me up and down.

I composed myself and interrupted Yang Hu, who was still talking: "Yang Hu!"

Hearing my voice, Yang Hu turned around and looked at me: "Oh, it's Li Fan. What's up?"

He looked completely bewildered, as if the beating I received last week had never happened. Without further
ado, I pulled my switchblade from my sleeve, gripped it tightly, and said, "It's time
to settle things between us."

Seeing me pull out the knife, Yang Hu's face darkened, and he kicked me in the chest, giving me no
chance to react. His strength was immense; I felt a sharp pain in my chest and my body involuntarily fell backward. In
an instant , I was lying on the ground, the switchblade slipping from my hand.

"Using a knife in a fight? Are you even a man?" Yang Hu stood beside me and kicked me hard in
the face again. The pain from before hadn't subsided, and now I was lying on the ground, kicked again. I had hoped
to regain , but I hadn't even used it before being knocked to the ground. Now, I truly couldn't hold my head high at school.

Yang Hu leaned against the wall, leisurely lit a cigarette, waved his hand, and said, "Brothers, this time he's the one who
provoked us. Help me teach him a lesson."

He Qiang and a few others who had been watching the show immediately rushed over and started punching and kicking me when they heard Yang Hu's order.
I could only cower, covering my head, not daring to fight back. All I could think about was regret. Why did I come
here for revenge? Why did I provoke them? Trying to regain face with a knife was too naive of me.

Finally, the school bell rang, and their punching and kicking finally stopped. Yang Hu walked over, picked up
a switchblade, waved it in front of me, and said, "This knife is confiscated. If you're a man,
come and fight me fair and square. I, Yang Hu, am always ready!"

Watching them swagger out of the restroom, I lay on the ground speechless. Humiliation, anger, and
sorrow filled my heart—a truly complex mix of emotions. I slowly stood up, dusted myself off, washed
my face at the sink, and returned to the classroom.

The following days were rather uneventful. Although Yang Hu and his gang didn't say anything, everyone knew I
had offended Yang Hu, and no one wanted to risk offending him by getting close to me, so no one spoke to me. In
class , I became even more taciturn. My days were a repetitive cycle of going to and from school, until the
sports meet.

There were no classes during the sports meet; all I had to do was report to school in the morning and afternoon. That
afternoon , after reporting to school, the students participating in their events went about theirs, while others either
cheered for their teammates or went to the internet cafe in groups of three or five. I was all alone. I watched other people's competitions
on , but I got bored and decided to go home.

When I got home, I saw a pair of my mother's black high heels on the carpet. Wait a minute? It's only a
little past three o'clock. Why is Mom home from work so early today? Then I noticed a pair of Air Jordan sneakers next to them, which made me even more confused
. These shoes were popular at our school, but they definitely weren't mine, because my mom wouldn't buy me such expensive
shoes.

The living room was empty, and I was completely baffled. Then, I heard rustling
sounds coming from my mom's room. My first thought was, "Has a thief broken in?" I tiptoed to my mom's door,
my right hand already on my phone, dialing 110. I gently pushed the door open a crack,
ready to call the number if I saw a thief. What I saw next shocked me.
It wasn't a thief.

My mom was lying on the bed, her tall, slender body completely naked except for a piece of pantyhose that had been pulled down around one leg
. A strong man was on top of her, his penis deeply inserted into
her vagina, thrusting further inside. With each thrust, my mother couldn't help but let out a soft
moan, though she tried to control herself, she still cried out.

This scene was like a bolt from the blue; my image of my mother instantly shattered. I composed
myself and looked closer, only to realize that this man was none other than Yang Hu! The more I looked, the more it resembled him.
Although I could only see his back, I was almost certain it was Yang Hu from our class!

Yang Hu had my mother pinned down, thrusting into her vagina while forcefully slapping her buttocks.
My mother cried out in pain. Yang Hu said, "Weiwei, today is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. To be able to
do it to you in your own home, isn't that exciting?"

My mother was so exhausted from Yang Hu's ministrations that she could barely speak, only managing a soft, muffled response: "Mmm...mmm...stimulating
..."

Weiwei? Yang Hu actually called my mother Weiwei? Why? Why was my mother being
fucked by someone almost the same age as her son, and being called such a sweet name? I stood dumbfounded at the door, unsure of what
to do . My reason told me I should immediately push the door open and enter, but my body wouldn't obey. Watching
the scene unfold before me, my penis involuntarily hardened, swelling larger than ever before.

Seeing my mother being fucked by Yang Hu excited me. I involuntarily pulled down my pants and started masturbating.

Yang Hu continued thrusting into my mother's vagina, his speed increasing and his force growing stronger. Finally,
my mother couldn't hold back any longer, wrapping her arms around Yang Hu's waist and screaming loudly.

"Ah...ah...ah...your...is too big...it hurts so much..."

Yang Hu ignored my mother's cries, instead increasing his force even more, each thrust seemingly aimed at the very core of my mother's
flower. Mother's entire face was obscured by her disheveled hair, glistening with fragrant sweat. Yang Hu reached out and brushed
her hair aside, revealing her warm, smooth face.

"Weiwei, you're so beautiful..." Yang Hu said as he fucked her. Mother, being vigorously penetrated by Yang Hu,
didn't open her eyes; her face was covered in sweat.

Yang Hu continued fucking her like this for about ten minutes. Finally, with a scream from her, her
face flushed crimson; she had reached orgasm.

"Ah...I...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to be fucked to death...ah..."

Mother's vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina with her orgasm, splashing against Yang Hu's glans. Yang Hu stopped
, panting heavily, enjoying the lubrication of his mother's fluids. And I, who had been peeking from outside the door, also ejaculated at that moment
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