My Story with My Mother (02)

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Chapter Two: The Lonely Night Just as Aunt Li was about to leave, I emerged from the bushes. "Auntie..." At that moment, I don't know where the courage came from, but I called out to her, only to regret it immediately. My intention was to mislead her into thinking I'd witnessed her having sex, so I could even have a relationship with her, like in adult films. However, I quickly realized how impulsive and reckless I'd been, and felt deep remorse for my despicable behavior. But it was understandable. After all, Aunt Li's mature body was incredibly alluring to any man, especially a hot-blooded young man like myself. My pent-up desires hadn't been released, so this wicked thought arose in my mind. Aunt Li turned around at the sound of my voice. "Xiao Feng, school's out today. What can I do for you?" she said, smiling warmly at me. This Aunt Li was completely different from the submissive bitch she'd been before. However, I could also tell that Aunt Li seemed a little flustered, because her smile was somewhat forced, as if she was worried that the boy in front of her had caught her in the act. But she concealed her fluster very well; if I hadn't actually witnessed what had just happened, I would never have noticed. Aunt Li's reaction surprised me. I had thought I would catch her off guard, but I had clearly forgotten that this woman had seen far more than I had walked, and was nearly 20 years older than me—how could I possibly fool her? So, when Aunt Li asked me this question, I found it difficult to answer. Did she expect me to directly say that I saw her having sex with someone else? I felt that even if I said it, Aunt Li wouldn't admit it, especially since I didn't have much evidence. It might even make Aunt Li hostile towards me… For a moment, I could only stand there, my mouth open but unable to utter a single word. Li Shiting seemed to have also noticed the boy's predicament. Based on her many years of life experience, she was fairly certain that the boy had witnessed his embarrassing experience. But Aunt Li didn't panic. Even I, a young man, knew I was in an awkward situation, let alone Aunt Li. "Xiao Feng, is there something you want to tell Auntie?" Aunt Li continued with a gentle smile. I must say, Aunt Li was truly beautiful, with an oval face, big eyes, a delicate nose, and full, sexy lips—she was simply a beauty. Not to mention her curvaceous figure. So when I looked at her smiling, her fair skin was instantly captivated by that charming smile… For a moment, my mouth went dry, and I forgot to answer. "If Xiaofeng doesn't say anything, then Auntie will be leaving now. Auntie has something to do later, so I won't be able to keep you company. Remember to come visit Luohua when you have time." Aunt Li smiled and turned away again, the "tap-tap" of her heels fading into the distance. Just then, I jolted awake and realized that Auntie had gone far away. I hurriedly chased after her, "Auntie, wait!" Aunt Li patiently turned around again. This time, she bent down slightly, and the already low lace collar of her dress was now completely pulled down, revealing a patch of snow-white and dark purple underwear to my eyes. I stared wide-eyed. I immediately felt my penis rising at a visible speed, which was quite embarrassing because I was standing upright, and my 23cm member instantly pitched a small tent. "Xiaofeng, what's wrong with calling Auntie? Do you need Auntie's help?" As an experienced woman, Auntie Li certainly noticed the unusual movement in my lower body. Recalling my earlier behavior, she probably knew that I had just witnessed her having sex. However, she didn't panic. Instead, she firmly maintained the initiative, asking me in a coquettish voice, emphasizing the word "help." Her red tongue was still lingering on her lips, and her eyes were intentionally or unintentionally glancing at my erection. She moved gracefully towards me. "Auntie, what you just did was wrong. That person wasn't Uncle He!" I said to Auntie Li, my face flushed. I mustered up my courage and felt as if I were standing on a moral high ground, becoming somewhat righteous again. "Oh? What are you talking about?" Aunt Li pretended not to know, swaying her hips as she walked towards me. "Xiao Feng saw everything, right—doesn't she want to taste Auntie's flavor too?" When Aunt Li reached me, she leaned her head on my shoulder and gently blew into my ear. I felt a strong perfume scent fill my nostrils, and then I felt a soft, boneless novel touch my penis. "Oh—our Xiao Feng has grown up, this thing is so big and hard—" Aunt Li continued to lewdly laugh. Her hand movements changed from touching to stroking. At this moment, my mind was in complete chaos. I felt a voice in my heart telling me to succumb, but a last shred of clarity held me back. Just as I was struggling with this internal conflict, Aunt Li had already unzipped my pants… I immediately felt a chill on my penis; half of the glans was exposed to the air. “Ah!” I snapped out of my daze, quickly took a few steps back, and hurriedly pulled my pants back up. I said, “Auntie, how could you do this? You’re a married woman! Did you consider Luo Hua? Did you consider Uncle He?” Hearing this, all the seductive charm on Aunt Li’s face vanished, replaced by an icy expression, completely different from before. She said coldly, “Xiao Feng, you wouldn’t understand adult matters. Since you don’t want to, Auntie won’t force you. But Auntie begs you not to tell anyone about today. Auntie has some difficulties that she can’t explain, please keep it a secret.” After saying this, Aunt Li ignored me and turned to leave. It wasn’t a plea, it was an order! I wanted to say something, but Aunt Li’s cold expression suddenly flashed into my mind, and the words I was about to say were swallowed back down. I cursed myself inwardly for being such a useless piece of trash. With martial arts skills protecting me and a high IQ, how could I possibly handle a woman? But I only thought about it. After all, Aunt Li was a woman who had been navigating the social world for over ten years; her cunning and shrewdness were far beyond what a little kid like me could imagine. I shook my head, trying to banish those bad thoughts from my mind, and went home dejectedly. When I entered, I saw my mother lying on the sofa, a face mask on her face, resting with her eyes closed. She had changed out of her business attire and was wearing simple pajamas. Hearing the door open, my mother stood up and said casually, "You're back. The food is ready and on the table. Wash your own dishes after you eat. Remember to wash your clothes after you shower. Tomorrow's the weekend, you can play a little longer tonight, but you must be in bed by eleven." With that, she ignored me and walked upstairs to her bedroom in her silver sandals. I've grown accustomed to my mother's attitude. Ever since my father passed away, she's been indifferent to all men, only speaking a few words to me, her son. Even when talking to CEOs of other companies, she never smiles. Because of her successful career, stunning beauty, and aloofness, she's known as the "Ice Queen" in the city's high society. I understand her perfectly. Five years have passed since my father left. Initially, she held onto a sliver of hope, but five years have gone by, and the last warmth in her heart has faded. After all, she loved my father to death, only to be abandoned by him and me. Several of his business rivals also coveted her beauty, and after his departure, they repeatedly tried to force her into submission. Fortunately, with Uncle He's help, my mother and I weathered those difficult years… You could say my mother's heart is dead. If it weren't for me, her son, she probably wouldn't have found any motivation to strive anymore. Every time I think about these things, my heart aches. I feel guilty, hating myself for not growing up faster to be able to care for my mother. I don't know when it started, but I've become incredibly infatuated with her. My guilt and admiration have gradually turned into love and possessiveness. I long for my mother to be my possession, but these are just thoughts. If I were to do something inappropriate to her, perhaps she would forgive me out of maternal love. But once I'm independent, I'm afraid she'll quickly take her own life. Sigh, life is really tiring. In other people's eyes, I come from a wealthy family, have a beautiful mother, and live a carefree life. I'm also a top student, with several key high schools in the province offering me places—my future is bright. But only I know that everything I have now is uncertain. I can't guarantee that one day my mother will suddenly have a change of heart and leave me… Thinking about this, my eyes gradually welled up with tears. I listlessly ate a mouthful of rice, took a shower, finished the housework, turned off the living room light, and went back to my room. It was only 8:30 PM, the busiest and most vibrant time of night in the city, but in the suburban villa, all was quiet. Only my mother's and my room's lights were on, and an indescribable sadness and sorrow filled the air. Back in my room...I had planned to go straight to sleep, but what happened today made it impossible for me to fall asleep. Aunt Li's alluring body kept flashing through my mind, and my previously dormant penis slowly began to rise. Although Tai Chi is said to harmonize Yin and Yang, my masculine energy was too strong. I had intended to masturbate, but I gradually realized that my penis showed no signs of stopping; it was still painfully hard. Helpless, I picked up my phone from the bedside table and opened my cloud storage—a 50TB collection of videos I'd bought from a friend on WeChat back in junior high for 500 yuan, neatly categorized. My favorite genre was mature women, but perhaps Aunt Li's performance had been too impactful, because even as the progress bar neared completion, I still hadn't ejaculated. Reluctantly, I lay down. After lying down, I grumbled for a while, thinking about my mother. My penis seemed to sense my sadness and gradually lowered its proud head. Although my physical needs gradually subsided, the thought of my mother still filled me with heartache and sorrow. I took out my phone again, opened the "Message in a Bottle" feature on WeChat, and wrote down the unpleasant things that had happened that day. Sending messages in bottles is a habit of mine. I've heard classmates at school talk about making new friends through these methods, and I've always fantasized about finding a kindred spirit. However, I've been sending messages in bottles for almost three months now, and I haven't received any replies; they've almost all disappeared without a trace. "My mother came back today. She was very cold to me, even though I know she loves me very much. I wish she could smile at me more often." After thinking for a long time, I still didn't write about Aunt Li. Although I hadn't agreed to tell her, I felt that Aunt Li seemed to have some difficulties, so I felt it wouldn't be honorable to talk about her situation. After writing this, I threw the bottle away. Then I casually tossed my phone onto the bedside table. Just as I was feeling increasingly sleepy and about to drift off to sleep, a WeChat call notification rang out... Guanyin Dashi Gold Coins +8 for reposting and sharing, a red envelope is offered!

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