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🕑 Added 2025-08-16 21:34:48 +0000 UTCChapter 25 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation
Old Jiao’s voice was wild and urgent, his hands kneading Mom’s chest with increasing force. Soon, the buttons on her blazer popped open from his rough handling, revealing the white shirt underneath.
Because he was so rough, the white shirt’s collar was now half open, exposing the rounded outline of her chest partially visible, highly enticing.
Old Jiao pressed himself against Mom’s back, hunched and clinging to her like a dog. He was so excited that his thing was surely already hard.
In the past, Mom would never have allowed this. She would have slapped him or scolded him coldly, making him back off.
But now, she didn’t stop him she just braced her hands on the security door, letting him grope her proud, full chest.
A faint blush appeared on Mom’s face maybe from the heat. Her breathing was quickened.
Her long black hair was tied up, and with her beautiful, elegant face, she looked every bit the noble, powerful woman.
But with that blush, her nobility softened, replaced by a deep, irresistible allure.
Old Jiao was shorter than Mom. Even on tiptoes, he couldn’t fully embrace her, so his hands just grabbed wherever they could, feeling her tall, voluptuous body.
After a while, Mom’s expression changed slightly, as if she noticed something.
She moved one hand down and grabbed Old Jiao’s hand it had slipped onto her butt, trying to pull down her wide-legged suit pants.
Why? From his urgent look and words, it was obvious he wanted her right there.
But no matter how hard he pulled, it didn’t work Mom’s pants had a belt, so he couldn’t get them off.
And if he pulled too hard, he’d hurt her, and he was smart enough not to risk that.
After trying for a bit, Old Jiao gave up, realizing why he couldn’t get them off.
But he kept pressing himself against her, moving his hips.
Mom turned and said, “It’s late, Old Jiao. Fan Fan will be home soon wait until tonight.”
“No, girl, I’m already hard help me out!”
Old Jiao looked miserable. “Besides, we didn’t do anything last night, and you had your period these past days. I’ve been holding back so long…”
He sounded like a wronged child. Anyone who didn’t know better would be fooled.
I thought Mom was too smart to fall for it.
But to my surprise, she sighed and looked at him with a trace of pity.
“Fine… just be quick?”
“Okay, okay!”
“I’ll use my hand.”
“Great!”
Old Jiao agreed immediately, his face lighting up.
“You’re holding me too tight let go, I can’t breathe,” Mom said.
“Oh, right.” He let go at once.
But he wasn’t just a child who did whatever Mom said. As soon as he let go, he quickly pulled down his pants and underwear, letting them hang at his knees.
His thick, intimidating rod sprang out, already hard, swollen, and a little misshapen so thick that any man would be jealous, and women would love it.
Standing there naked, he looked at Mom with anticipation.
Maybe because it was morning, his thing was particularly energetic.
Mom looked at it, hesitated, then knelt in front of him.
She reached out and stroked his thick, dark shaft, the tip red and twitching, radiating masculine energy.
Her delicate hand could barely wrap around it, making Old Jiao moan with pleasure.
Mom didn’t linger she started stroking him gently, almost lovingly.
But from Old Jiao’s face, it didn’t seem enough.
After a bit, Mom looked up at him, reading his disappointment.
“Not good?” she asked.
“No, no, it’s great,” Old Jiao said, forcing a smile.
“Don’t pretend I can tell. Did you shower last night?”
He paused, then quickly replied, “Yes, yes, I washed everything even what you’re holding, I scrubbed with shower gel, it’s clean.”
Mom gave him a look, then lowered her head, her gaze cold and unreadable.
Old Jiao looked down at her, more and more excited, his face full of anticipation.
The moment was tense.
One second, two, three then suddenly, Mom opened her soft, warm lips and took Old Jiao’s thick, dark shaft into her mouth.
