Prostitute Mother 2

Author: dataangly Published: 2013/12/03 on: sis Word Count: 6800 Previous Link: viewthread.php?tid=8907308&page=1#pid92944355

Chapter Two

The room was quiet. Just as I was getting impatient, I heard a faint buzzing sound coming from inside, like the electric razor my dad used to use when shaving. The sound only lasted for a moment before disappearing. I mustered my courage and gently turned the doorknob, my nerves pounding. I was terrified of making a sound that would disturb my mom.

The small doorknob, which I could usually turn easily, seemed endlessly difficult to turn, requiring tremendous effort to get it all the way to the end. My heart pounded like a galloping horse, faster and faster. After turning the doorknob all the way to the end, I held my breath. I prayed silently. While the trick of stuffing chewing gum into the latch never failed in movies, who could guarantee it would work in reality?

But at this point, I had no choice but to leave it to fate. I slowly pushed the door open. The door actually opened! My back was drenched in sweat, and I was so nervous I barely dared to breathe. I opened the door a crack and peered into my mother's room. The room was completely silent, bathed in the hazy moonlight filtering through the gauze curtains. I saw my mother lying on her side in bed, covered by a blanket, motionless for a long time. I was greatly disappointed. Had I misheard the sound? After observing her for a few more moments, I decided to give up and was about to gently close the door and leave when

suddenly, a buzzing sound arose. My mother turned over and took something out of the blanket. At first, I couldn't see what it was, but I was certain the buzzing sound came from that object. Moreover, the noisy object was flashing red. My mother then took it out from under the covers, held it, and brought it to her mouth. I stared intently, and only then did I realize that what my mother was holding was an electric vibrator, its head able to rotate slightly. A ball bearing rotated back and forth in the middle of the vibrator. Although I had long suspected that what my godmother gave my mother wouldn't be anything good, seeing it with my own eyes still shocked me considerably.

Especially considering that my mother had taken the vibrator out from under the covers… Thinking about this, my groin felt hot, and my penis began to stir. Then something even more shocking happened. My mother hesitated for a moment, then stuck out her tongue and licked the rotating head of the vibrator, before opening her mouth and taking it in.

Immediately afterwards, my mother's right hand went to her chest, gently stroking it. After a while, her left hand reached under the covers, presumably to caress her genitals. As the caresses continued, my mother, who had been silent, began to moan softly, "Mmm~ Ah~". Then, she unbuttoned her nightgown and pulled her full, snow-white breasts from her bra. The slow kneading turned into gently pinching her nipples. After a moment, she lifted the blanket covering her lower body. She sat up slightly, leaning against the headboard, her legs spread and arched, the hem of her silk nightgown sliding down her smooth, taut thighs to her lower abdomen.

At this point, her private parts were fully exposed; her panties were already off and piled at her left ankle. From my angle, my mother's legs were spread in an M-shape. Due to the dim lighting and the large patch of thick, dark pubic hair obscuring her lower abdomen and genitals, I couldn't clearly see her vulva. I only saw her slender, white hands caressing her lower abdomen, her long, thin middle finger gently rubbing her clitoris.

Witnessing this scene left me utterly shocked. Beyond that, I felt a strange excitement and impulse stirring within me. I was stunned by my mother, the one I knew so well—loving, dignified, gentle, and quiet. The mother I used to see in the hospital, with her blue cap and nurse's uniform, who appeared to me as a pure, noble, and captivating angel

in white, was now doing something so vulgar, like a woman in a pornographic film. This scene, so drastically altering my perception of my mother, created a tremendous shock in my mind. A strange, inexplicable feeling followed, and my penis was already erect. While I stroked my hot, aroused penis with my hand, I watched through the crack in the door as my mother sucked on the glowing vibrating dildo, one hand kneading and playing with her breasts, the other rubbing her clitoris. Involuntarily, I quickened my own stroking, and suddenly, as if by telepathy, a long-dormant memory was awakened by the sight before me.

Watching my mother masturbate in bed reminded me of something that happened when I was a child. I think if I hadn't seen my mother masturbating today, I might never have remembered that childhood incident.

I can't remember exactly how old I was, but I was still very young. One Sunday, my dad had promised to take me to the zoo, but he had to go out for work, leaving my mom and me at home. I was playing with my toys in the living room, while my mom was cleaning the house and doing chores.

I was playing with a pullback toy car on the living room floor. I believe many of you have played with these cars as children; you press the car to the ground and pull it backward, and when you let go, the car moves forward.

I was following the car around the house, and when my toy car reached the dining room, I inadvertently saw my mother doing something strange. She was standing by the dining table, or rather, at the corner of the table, with her back to me, her hands on the tabletop. Her waist was slightly twisting, and she was slowly moving her body up and down, as if she were rubbing an itch on the corner of the table.

In my childish voice, I asked, "Mom, what are you doing?" My mother, who had been rubbing her back to me, suddenly turned around like a rabbit startled by an arrow. With this sudden turn, I saw my mother's private parts clearly and up close for the first time. She had pulled her apron up above her waist, and her jeans and pink underwear were pulled down to her crotch. To be precise, it was probably the first time I had ever seen a woman's private parts. My mother looked at me with a flustered expression, clearly not expecting my sudden appearance. She called out blankly, "Leilei." Then, noticing me staring at her private parts, she looked down, a blush rising to her fair face. She let out a scream, quickly turned around, straightened her clothes, and ran out of the house with her head down. At that moment, I had no idea what my mother was doing. Turning my head to look, I saw a puddle of water on the table leg. Children are curious about everything, so I dipped my finger into the sticky puddle and put it in my mouth. The water on my fingertip had a fishy, slightly pungent taste, but also a sweet aftertaste. At the time, I didn't know it was my mother's vaginal fluid after masturbating. Afterwards, I asked my mother about it, and besides looking embarrassed, she threatened me not to tell anyone. She said, "Leilei, be good, don't tell anyone about this, not even Dad, okay? If you don't behave, Mom won't like you anymore, and she won't buy you any more treats or toys." So I never mentioned it to anyone, and soon I even forgot about it myself. Unexpectedly, seeing my mother acting horny today brought it all back to mind.

As I was lost in these memories, I was suddenly awakened by a piercing sound. I looked around. Suddenly, Mom had inserted the vibrating dildo into her vagina. As it rotated, the exposed part began to slowly wiggle. Mom's moans grew louder, probably because she was about to climax. Her hands kneaded her breasts incessantly, and moans and groans escaped her lips. She was incredibly aroused. After

a while, perhaps unable to bear the frequency of the vibrator, Mom removed it from her vagina, licked off the fluids it contained, and then placed it back on her clitoris, massaging it. Although Mom's usual image was completely different, her hair was disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her face, damp with sweat. Her breasts were being kneaded and shaped, and her taut, white thighs were curled into an M-shape. As the vibrator continued to stimulate her, her legs sometimes parted and sometimes closed.

I knew Mom was about to climax, and my climax was just around the corner. My penis, stimulated intensely by my own mother, soon gave a soft moan and finally stopped moving, only the vibrator beside her continued to hum.

I suppressed a groan and ejaculated my pent-up desire onto my mother's bedroom door, then leaned against the wall and slumped down.

A moment later, the vibrator's buzzing stopped completely. I realized Mom was probably going to the bathroom to shower. I hastily wiped the semen off the bathroom door with my sleeve and rushed back to my bedroom. Just as I closed my bedroom door, Mom's door opened, and sure enough, she went to the bathroom. A thought struck me, and I quickly sneaked into Mom's room. Sure enough, she hadn't had time to clean up the mess she'd left behind. I found the vibrator on her bed, picked it up without thinking, and immediately put it in my mouth to taste Mom's ripe nectar—it tasted just like I remembered. Tasting the semen on the vibrator, recalling how it had just been inside my mother's vagina, my penis became aroused again.

I put the vibrator back and noticed that my mother's sheet was soaked. I sniffed it and found a few black hairs stuck to the sheet, presumably my mother's pubic hair. To keep as a souvenir, I took out a tissue, carefully placed my mother's pubic hair inside, folded it a few times, and hurriedly slipped back to my room. I put the tissue containing my mother's pubic hair under my pillow, lay on the bed, and tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night, thinking about what had just happened.

The next morning, while having breakfast with my mother, I secretly glanced at her again. She had returned to her usual motherly role. She was still as quiet, gentle, loving, and charming as ever, completely different from the one last night. If my mother last night was an incredibly lonely, mature woman in need of sex, then the mother now was a virtuous wife and loving mother who put her family and children first.

Actually, I've always loved and respected my mother from the bottom of my heart. Although last night's events shook me quite a bit, I thought about it all night and realized I can understand and sympathize with her. She's sacrificed so much for this family and for me. Last night, when I secretly saw her doing *that*, I might have been a little angry with her. But now I don't feel that way anymore. My mother is a woman; she has normal needs, and she has the right to enjoy the happiness a woman should have. It's just that Dad passed away so early.

I couldn't help but call out "Mom." My mother looked at me, and seeing that I didn't speak for a while, she smiled and said, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and eat, or you'll be late for school." I said "Oh," still staring blankly at her, feeling that my mother was exceptionally different today. Her face was rosy, her skin smooth and radiant, and she looked radiant. Her captivating, watery eyes exuded a mesmerizing charm. I was mesmerized and couldn't help but say, "Mom, you're so beautiful." My mother

smiled and said, "Why are you being so sweet today? What? Did you spend all your allowance again?" Just as I was about to speak, the doorbell rang, and my mother got up to open the door. I saw it was my godmother, Aunt Lin. Knowing she was taking my mother to discuss the matter of the servants' supplies store, I quickly finished my meal. I stood up and called out to my godmother, who smiled and replied, "Going to school? Tingting hasn't left yet either, you two can go together." I sighed, went back inside to put on my coat, picked up my schoolbag, and headed out. My mother stopped me, saying she had something to do at noon, so I should eat out. She handed me a hundred-yuan bill and told me not to buy snacks, not to go to internet cafes, and to come home early after school. I agreed and left the house.

Actually, I didn't want to go to school today; I just wanted to go see what my godmother was doing taking my mother to discuss the store. Unfortunately, there was a small test at school today, and I couldn't get leave, so I had to obediently go to class. As I stepped into the elevator, just as the doors were about to close, a voice suddenly called out, "Wait, wait a minute!" I quickly pressed the open button, and there stood Sister Tingting. This girl, after entering the elevator, didn't even say thank you, just stood alone on one side of the elevator, her pretty face sulking. She looked so angry! I just don't understand, do I owe her money or something? Why does this girl always give me that sour look? What did I do to deserve this? So I ignored her until I got on the subway. I stood far away from her.

The carriage was packed. I took out my MP3 player, put on my headphones, and started listening to music. When my eyes inadvertently glanced around, a guy with dyed blond hair, dressed in trendy clothes, and with a sleazy air caught my attention. He was standing behind Tingting, his restless hand intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against her waist and hips, and occasionally pressing his crotch against her buttocks. Tingting sensed the man's movements behind her, turned around and glared at the blond-haired guy, then moved closer to my seat. Unexpectedly, the blond-haired guy persisted, following her again and standing behind her, even more brazenly.

Tingting turned around and slapped the blond-haired guy across the face. At that moment, several more stylishly dressed thugs squeezed in and surrounded Tingting. Seeing this, I quickly squeezed to Tingting's side and pulled her behind me. The blond-haired guy glared at me fiercely, his eyes full of warning, telling me not to meddle. The other youths were clearly with the blond-haired guy, and they surrounded me, causing the other passengers to quickly move away. Without

turning my head, I whispered to Tingting behind me, "If a fight breaks out, stay away." Unexpectedly, the girl retorted, "Who told you to meddle?" I was furious; this was a case of trying to be a hero getting into trouble.

Suddenly, a fist slammed down on my face. Caught off guard, I took the hit squarely. My face stung, but I didn't feel much pain. Enraged, I kicked the blond kid who hit me hard in the knee (this move is very effective in fights; I learned it from watching Prison Break). A kick like that to the knee usually keeps the opponent down for a short time.

Damn it, I'm not a coward. Fighting was commonplace when I was studying up north; I was a notorious tough guy. The blond kid took my kick to the knee and slammed onto the train floor. He curled up in pain, clutching his injured knee and yelling.

Seeing the fight break out, his friends started throwing punches at me. I took several blows, and my face was probably bruised. A warm stream flowed from my nose; I saw I had been hit in the nose and was bleeding. This really ignited my murderous intent. At this point, I held nothing back, unleashing all the Muay Thai techniques I had learned. As everyone knows, Muay Thai is renowned for its elbow and knee strikes, known for their ruthlessness and precision—often giving it an edge in freestyle fighting.

I first punched down one of the thugs blocking my way, then immediately followed with a powerful elbow strike to knock down another enemy behind me. Next, I grabbed another thug by the neck, delivering a powerful "Black Tiger Strike" to his back, then, controlling his neck, I delivered a powerful knee strike to his face, leaving him with a distorted, mangled face.

Suddenly, a scream rang out. Tingting cried out from behind, "Watch out behind you!" I turned around just in time. The blond-haired thug had somehow gotten up from the ground, wielding a gleaming knife, and lunged at my waist.

Seeing I couldn't dodge, I released the thug under my arm, managing to grab the knife with both hands just inches from my body. The blade sliced my palms, and blood dripped from the cuts. I yelled, "Fuck your mother!" and kicked the blond-haired guy in the groin, knocking him to the ground.

The other thugs were all lying on the ground, groaning in pain. I was still standing, but I was covered in bruises, half my cheek was swollen, my eye socket was blacked out, and there was a trickle of blood at the corner of my mouth.

We were then taken to the nearby police station by the arriving officers. After investigation and questioning, it was confirmed that I had acted bravely. They had me sign a document and released me.

Walking out of the police station, I checked the time—it was already past ten o'clock. What was the point of going to school now? I quickly pulled out my phone and called my homeroom teacher, Ms. Yao, making up a reason to ask for a day off. Ms. Yao didn't suspect anything. Besides, my grades were usually decent, and I rarely caused trouble. In her eyes, I was a good student, so she only scolded me a few times before granting me leave.

I breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone. Just as I was about to head to the station, Tingting's voice suddenly rang out behind me, "Hey, are you alright?" Hearing her voice made me furious. I snapped, "I'm not surnamed Wei!" and turned away angrily, heading home without even glancing at her. "Hey! Wait, you, you're injured like this, don't you need to go to the hospital?..." I ignored her and walked away without looking back.

I figured Mom and Aunt Lin were probably out by now, so I wasn't worried about them seeing me like this. I threw down my backpack and started rummaging through our first-aid kit when the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be Mom coming home? Oh no! But then I thought, that's unlikely. Mom would use her key to open the door, not ring the doorbell. Who else could it be at this hour? I opened the door and froze. It was none other than Tingting.

Seeing me freeze, Tingting lowered her head somewhat awkwardly and whispered, "Come to my house." Seeing me hesitate for a while, she glared at me and said, "What are you standing there for? Come with me." I quickly said "Okay" and followed her to her house across the hall, looking rather silly. Once inside, she went straight to her room. I had to stop, and she turned back and said, "Come in." I gasped, somewhat flustered, and quickly said, "That's your room!" Tingting huffed, "Why are you asking so many questions? Are you coming in or not?" I had no choice but to go into her room.

This was the first time I'd entered Tingting's bedroom. A sweet fragrance wafted towards me. It was a typical princess room. Pink wallpaper, white lace-trimmed curtains, a petal-shaped crystal chandelier, and directly opposite the door a single boudoir bed with pink canopies and wavy lace trim. The canopy was tied up, and a large brown teddy bear sat on the bedside table. A magnificent European-style lamp sat on the bedside table. On the other side of the room was a white dressing table and a pull-out wardrobe.

Looking at the lavish room, I was a little bewildered, not understanding why she had invited me into her room. She had always been so indifferent to me before; had I won her heart by rescuing her today? It wasn't

until she called me several times that I was pulled back to reality from my daydreams. She told me to sit down, and I stupidly asked, "Where?" Seeing my silly expression, she chuckled. This girl, when she didn't laugh, was nothing special; her laughter made her even more beautiful and alluring. Like a night-blooming cereus, she possessed a stunning beauty. Because she rarely smiled in front of me, except when she was with her godmother, who was also my mother.

Her laughter made me even more uncomfortable. Seeing my bewildered look, Tingting pulled me to the bedside and made me sit down. Then she took out a first-aid kit and began applying medicine to my face. It was the first time I had been so close to her. It was the first time I had felt such a rare tenderness from her. Especially when she was so close to me, her incredibly pleasant fragrance was intoxicating. And the alluring cleavage of her chest, appearing and disappearing intermittently. My unruly little brother started complaining again. Afraid she'd notice, and wanting to break the awkward atmosphere, I quickly coughed and said I'd apply the ointment myself, so I reached for the ointment on her finger. Our hands accidentally touched.

A strange, electric sensation coursed through my body, and the girl was clearly flustered. But when our eyes unconsciously met, we both stopped. Time seemed to stand still; we looked at each other, feeling each other's heartbeats. The fire of desire ignited between us. I no longer cared about my pain, and impulsively pulled Tingting into my arms, kissing her fragrant lips.

There was no resistance or struggle as I expected; unexpectedly, this girl, contrary to her usual behavior, didn't reject me, but instead kissed me even more passionately. Her lips were round and full, sweet and moist. I slowly extended my tongue, mimicking a scene from a movie, gently tapping the tip of

my tongue against Tingting's pearly teeth. After several repetitions, the girl finally parted her teeth, allowing my tongue to penetrate deeply. Ultimately, our tongues intertwined. The pleasurable feeling was indescribable; passion was intoxicating. Driven by desire, I laid her down on the bed. My hands began to roam freely over Tingting's delicate body, and the image of my mother passionately using a vibrator last night flashed before my eyes. I saw the girl before me as that woman in my subconscious. I began to roughly kiss Tingting's cheeks down her neck, all the way to her budding breasts. Just as I was about to undress her, Tingting suddenly grabbed my hands…

(To be continued)

PS: The setup is complete, the next chapter will feature a passionate love scene!

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