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🕑 Added 2025-08-23 19:14:40 +0000 UTCChapter 26 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation
In the tense atmosphere, I stared at the surveillance feed on my phone, completely stunned.
Someone walked by on the stairs, so I quickly turned off my phone and slipped it into my pocket, pretending nothing was happening until they passed.
They didn’t notice anything because my phone was on silent.
My heart was pounding I was terrified someone might see, and I couldn’t imagine what kind of scene that would cause.
Who could have imagined that such a noble mother would squat in front of an old man who looked like a beggar, using her beautiful lips to take his ugly thing into her mouth?
No one would believe it!
But this wasn’t the first time. I remembered back in Xiaolong Village, Mom had done this for Old Jiao.
She’d also done it in the bedroom once.
Now, at the hallway door, this was the third time.
Suddenly, I snapped out of it.
Even with Zhong Niu and Secretary Qi, Mom had never done this much for them at least not that I knew of.
And yet, Mom was willing to use her mouth to relieve Old Jiao. Even though I’d braced myself for it, I was still shocked and uncomfortable when it happened.
Watching Mom awkwardly take Old Jiao’s thing into her mouth behind the door, my heart twisted painfully.
Old Jiao, on the other hand, looked nothing but blissful.
After Mom’s warm lips took him in, she began to move her head back and forth.
Old Jiao was so thick that Mom could only fit half of him in her mouth, the rest sticking out.
Her cheeks bulged, but her face showed no sign of difficulty she seemed almost used to it.
If anyone else saw this, they’d be utterly shocked.
“Ohhh…” Old Jiao moaned in pleasure as Mom took him into her mouth, eyes half-closed, his face full of satisfaction.
“So good, so good… Girl, you’re so good at this. My thing feels amazing in your mouth,” Old Jiao said, clearly speaking from the heart.
Mom couldn’t speak, only make muffled sounds.
She glanced up at him, saw his blissful face, and kept working.
Watching all this on my phone, I was completely dumbfounded.
How could this be happening?
My hands shook, and I didn’t even know what I was thinking until someone walked past me again and I quickly turned off the screen.
I stood by the door; the people passing on the stairs didn’t stop, so they couldn’t hear anything from behind the security door.
The door was well soundproofed.
But no matter how good the soundproofing, the wound in my heart was deep, and even if it healed, the scar would remain.
Bang! The security door was suddenly hit.
Startled, I checked the surveillance.
It turned out Old Jiao had slapped his hand on the door, leaning his body against it, slightly tilted.
His face was full of pleasure a sleazy look that made me want to punch him.
That bastard!
Why couldn’t Mom see through his intentions?
Why was she willing to use her mouth on him?
Behind the door, Mom was squatting, almost pressed against it by Old Jiao.
Her beautiful lips were completely stuffed by his thick, dark shaft, her pale cheeks bulging as if inflated.
It looked like Old Jiao was pinning her beneath him a scene too harsh to bear.
Yet, deep down, I had to admit it was also stimulating.
To have a beautiful, noble mother kneeling and taking you in her mouth, her lips moving up and down, tightly wrapped and warm and wet it was indescribable.
Just standing there, with Mom kneeling below, gave a man a sense of conquest.
At some point, I realized I was getting hard, so I crouched by the wall.
Meanwhile, behind the security door, Old Jiao’s other hand also braced against the door.
He let Mom do all the work.
To have such a beautiful, noble female mayor serve you like this, using her mouth to pleasure you it was a fantasy come true.
Old Jiao felt enveloped in warmth, Mom’s lips tight, her tongue wet, the tip of his shaft wrapped in heat and softness, as if being sucked, urging him to finish.
“Ah… girl, you… you’re making me feel… too good…” Old Jiao groaned.
He tried not to finish too soon this was too stimulating to end quickly.
So he gritted his teeth, trying to last.
Mom, kneeling in front of him, her back against the door, her lips stretched wide, managed to take two-thirds of him in.
Most women would struggle with half, since Old Jiao’s size was nearly that of a black man.
Mom’s pale cheeks bulged, and she gripped the exposed half of his shaft, stroking it as she worked.
After a while, she glanced up at Old Jiao, reading his strained expression.
She wasn’t annoyed if anything, she was amused.
This old man really wanted to last.
With that thought, Mom reached up and gently cupped his balls not too hard, just a light touch.
Old Jiao’s eyes widened, his body tensed.
Mom sucked hard.
“Ohh!” Old Jiao cried out, “Girl, don’t… oh, it’s too good, I’m… I’m going to come… I can’t hold it…”
His body shuddered, his hips thrust forward, and he buried himself fully in Mom’s mouth.
