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🕑 Added 2025-08-10 00:25:36 +0000 UTCChapter 17 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation
At this moment, Mom’s cheeks were already flushed, like the evening glow, her eyes sultry, every part of her body radiating seductive charm.
“Uhh… uhh…”
Her red lips parted, and soft moans escaped her mouth.
She seemed to be lost in the moment, completely immersed.
After dozens of thrusts, Old Jiao finally stopped, pulling his thick rod completely out of Mom’s warm, tender flower.
When he withdrew, his shaft was still coated with thick fluids.
“Hu… hu…”
Mom’s full chest heaved up and down like ocean waves.
After Old Jiao pulled out, whether Mom was tired or simply didn’t want to resist, she made no move to push him away.
She turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on Old Jiao’s still-hard rod, her eyes even more alluring.
“Girl, let’s change positions, okay?” Old Jiao said with a grin.
Lying on the sofa, Mom replied, “And if I say no?”
Before, Old Jiao might have been nervous or embarrassed. But not tonight he just laughed, “Girl, you love to joke. I don’t believe you. Change positions so I can finish faster otherwise, if Xiao Fan comes out and sees, that wouldn’t be good.”
Mom’s face suddenly turned cold. “If Xiao Fan sees, you get out!”
Old Jiao, who’d been smiling, shivered with fear.
“Th-this… girl, I was just joking, don’t take it seriously,” he stammered.
But Mom ignored him, lifted her foot, and pushed him away by the chest.
Without another word, she stood up and said coldly, “I’m not in the mood tonight.”
Without waiting for a response, she left the living room for her bedroom, leaving Old Jiao standing there like a statue.
He stood, naked, dazed, then angry.
Even through the screen, I could sense his fury.
I fast-forwarded the footage to the present and switched to real-time monitoring.
In Old Jiao’s bedroom, he was lying naked on the bed, sweating, as if in the middle of a battle.
At the same time, Mom was straddling him, facing him, her voluptuous body rising and falling, waves of motion.
Her snowy skin glistened with sweat so beautiful, flawless, that only the most elite men could match her.
Yet here she was, moving up and down on Old Jiao, a stark contrast.
I didn’t know why Mom did this.
But I respected her.
Still, why did my heart ache?
…
I shut down the computer and went to bed, drifting off in a daze.
I didn’t know when I woke up, but it was around ten. I heard a clatter outside and left my room.
I saw Old Jiao rummaging through things.
I was instantly angry.
“What are you doing!” I yelled, rushing over and pushing him aside.
But to my surprise, he barely moved, while I ended up sitting on the floor.
Old Jiao looked worried, trying to help me up, but I slapped his hand away.
“Get lost!” I shouted.
He looked aggrieved, “Xiao Fan, what are you doing? I didn’t bother you you ran into me. Can’t blame me.”
I pointed at the mess, “Why are you rummaging through my stuff?”
“I’m just cleaning, so I took things out to put them back later,” he said.
“Don’t touch my stuff!” I shouted.
“Okay, okay, I won’t. Don’t be mad, I’ll put it back.”
He started putting things away.
Honestly, nothing was valuable it was his behavior that annoyed me.
This is my home, not his!
His home is that run-down mountain shack!
Cleaning? Just sucking up!
I felt a surge of anger, looking at his fake, timid act. I wanted to rip off his mask.
Thinking about what he did with my noble, beautiful mother, I don’t know where I got the courage I lunged at him.
He couldn’t dodge in time.
I scratched and punched him wildly.
“Fang Fan!”
A sharp, familiar voice rang out behind me.
I froze, turning to see my dignified, icy mother, her gaze fierce.
“Mom, I ”
“Kneel!”
“I ”
“Kneel!”
I wanted to explain, but she wouldn’t let me. I had no choice but to kneel.
She said nothing, took out a ruler she rarely used, and walked toward me.
I trembled with fear.
Mom was always strict I was used to it, but still scared.
But then Old Jiao stepped forward, blocking her, “Don’t do that, girl, don’t hit the child. I’m fine, we were just playing.”
“Move!” Mom said icily.
But Old Jiao was unusually firm, shaking his head, “I won’t move. I can’t let you hit the child.”
Mom looked surprised, not expecting him to defend me so forcefully.
I wasn’t grateful.
But it worked.
Mom slowly lowered the ruler, her anger easing. “Fine, I won’t hit him. Move aside.”
“Okay…” Old Jiao reluctantly stepped aside.
Mom looked at me coldly, “Go to your room and reflect!”
I bit my lip and went to my room, feeling stifled and frustrated.
After a while, someone knocked. I opened the door Old Jiao stood there, smiling.
“What do you want?” I snapped.
He grinned, “Nothing, just letting you know your mom’s gone out. It’s fine, come out.”
I snorted, “You’re no one to play the good guy! To me, you’re just an old geezer. Stay out of my family’s business!”
He opened his mouth to speak, but I slammed the door.
I thought being tough would make him back off.
But I didn’t realize this would set off a fuse.
Days passed.
July arrived, the hottest part of summer.
Even at home, we needed the AC otherwise, it was unbearable.
After my cold war with Mom, things eased a bit.
Her election was settled she’d won her position.
One day, Mom came home early and took me and Old Jiao to the city’s fanciest hotel for dinner.
I dressed neatly, so did Old Jiao.
But I was annoyed he wore clothes Mom bought: a T-shirt, pants, shoes costing thousands.
And that was just one set; sometimes Mom took him shopping for more.
Even his phone was the latest iPhone what other old man like him had that?
Mom drove us in her plain Geely sedan.
After half an hour, we arrived at the hotel.
Mom had called ahead, and with her status, the hotel manager personally led us to a private room.
The table was laden with delicious food. Old Jiao’s eyes lit up.
Mom handed him a bottle of red wine, her icy face showing a rare smile, “Old Jiao, this wine is all yours tonight.”
“Thank you, girl.”
He couldn’t open it, so a waiter helped.
Dinner was uneventful. Afterward, we prepared to leave.
It was drizzling outside.
The manager brought us two umbrellas.
I shared one with Mom, Old Jiao had his own, and we walked to the parking lot.
The rain wasn’t heavy, but enough to make things damp.
We reached the car and drove home.
On the way, Old Jiao lounged in the back seat, his face flushed from the wine.
That bottle cost thousands he’d never have such a treat otherwise.
Because of the rain, traffic was lighter, but still busy.
We reached our complex, and Mom parked by a greenbelt, meaning we had to walk a bit to the building.
It was dark the streetlight was out, so we groped our way along.
Suddenly, a big man jumped out from the bushes, charging at Mom. It was so sudden, I was stunned.
“Ah!”
But then, with a low roar, the thin Old Jiao rushed at the man, ready to fight.
They wrestled, rolling on the ground, trading punches.
Mom pulled me back, quickly called the police.
The man pinned Old Jiao, grabbed his collar, and punched him in the face.
Blood dripped from Old Jiao’s mouth, but he just laughed, “That’s all you got? Doesn’t hurt at all!”
I was shocked.
Mom was surprised too.
The man, enraged, raised his fist again.
But Old Jiao fought dirty, kneeing him in the groin.
The man’s face twisted in pain.
Old Jiao seized the chance, pried his hands off, and broke free, then punched the man in the head, knocking him down.
I was stunned Old Jiao was tough.
I remembered: on the mountain, he’d killed a wild boar. He must have been strong when young now just older.
Old Jiao straddled the man, punching until he was exhausted.
The man lay bleeding, unable to get up.
Police arrived quickly, thanks to Mom’s status.
They hauled the man up. Someone exclaimed, “It’s the last fugitive!”
“Yes, it’s him the only one not caught. Didn’t expect him here.”
“This uncle is amazing.”
“Heh, just lucky,” Old Jiao said. “Glad to help.”
Police took the man away.
Old Jiao was soaked, but didn’t care, smiling at Mom, “Girl, are you okay?”
Mom stared at him for a long time before saying, “I’m fine.”
Old Jiao grinned, “Good.”
“But you’re not.”
“Me?”
“Now, go upstairs immediately!” Mom’s tone was stern.
Old Jiao looked confused, not sure why.
At home, Mom told me, “Xiao Fan, go shower and change.”
I did, then told Mom I was done. She just nodded, told me to rest and not come out.
I was puzzled why not come out?
I went to my room, locked the door, sat at my computer, and turned on the monitor and headphones.
The living room was empty.
Where was Mom?
I checked Old Jiao’s room empty.
Mom’s room empty.
There was only one place left.
I took a deep breath and switched to the bathroom camera.
There they were.
Old Jiao stood under the shower, door open, looking shy.
Mom stood outside, staring coldly at him.
“Girl, don’t look at me like that… I’m scared.”
“Scared?” Mom mocked. “You weren’t scared downstairs, fighting that big guy. Why be scared of me?”
“I just didn’t want anyone to hurt you, so I rushed in.”
He grinned, “Glad you’re okay.”
“You’re glad? I’m not. Take off your clothes! If you’re not naked when I get back, I’ll do it myself!” Mom ordered.
She left for the living room, rummaged for something, and returned with a first aid kit.
Old Jiao had stripped to his underwear.
When Mom entered, he covered himself.
“Why cover up? I’ve seen it all,” Mom said boldly.
He hesitated, then dropped his hands, even took off his underwear, his thick rod springing out.
Mom’s eyelid twitched, but she said nothing, checking him over.
“Girl, stop looking, I’m fine,” he said.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Fine, finish your shower,” she said, about to leave.
But Old Jiao suddenly hugged her from behind, pressing close.
Mom shivered, “What are you doing!”
“Girl, I’m so hard, help me out,” he begged, grinding against her.
“Let go!”
“No!”
He was bold, “It’s been days, I miss you so much. Please, feel how big I am.”
He even put her hand on himself.
Mom looked frosty, as if she’d get angry, but after a while, she didn’t.
“Stop for a second.”
“Stop?”
“I need to put this down can’t do it while holding this,” she said.
He let go, not worried she’d run.
She put the kit outside, turned back, and he grinned, not embarrassed, just eager.
“Girl, your clothes are wet, take them off.” Mom wore a tailored suit, soaked from the rain.
She hesitated, then undid her jacket and took it off.
Underneath was a white blouse, clinging to her, her black lace bra visible beneath.
That hint of black under white was even more tempting.
Old Jiao’s eyes went wide; he hugged her waist.
Mom didn’t resist.
“Old Jiao, let me ask you why did you rush out earlier? Weren’t you afraid of dying?”
“Dying? Of course I’m afraid, but I couldn’t let anyone hurt you. Even if I died, I had to protect you.”
Mom fell silent.
Old Jiao was puzzled, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Then I won’t hold back?”
“Do what you want tonight,” Mom said calmly.
Even Old Jiao understood the meaning.
He hugged her tighter, hands roaming, grabbing her skirt-covered buttocks, kneading hard, messing up her skirt.
Mom didn’t get mad, putting her arms around his shoulders.
She was tall; he was shorter. He buried his face in her chest, her expression dreamy, cheeks flushed, lips parted, breathing hot.
He lifted her skirt, exposing her round buttocks, only a black lace panty covering them.
His rough hands kneaded her pale flesh, making her tilt her head, her swan neck white and delicate.
“Heh, girl, your butt is so big,” he said.
“If it’s big, touch it more,” she replied.
“I’ll do more than touch I’ll fuck you hard.”
“Go ahead.”
Mom was so submissive and seductive no man could resist.
They stood face to face, Mom’s arms on his shoulders, her wet blouse clinging to her, her black bra showing through.
That hint of black under white was maddening.
He kept lifting her skirt, kneading her butt, face near her chest.
He hesitated, but Mom pressed his head to her chest.
His face buried in her breasts, her shirt tight around them, their shape even more pronounced.
He inhaled her scent, losing control.
At some point, her buttons popped open.
“Ah…” Mom moaned softly.
But it wasn’t from above it was below.
Old Jiao slipped a finger under her lace panties, into her, moving gently.
One finger, then two, wet sounds soon filling the room.
Mom’s cheeks flushed, her beautiful face red as sunset, lips parted, her icy beauty tinged with shyness irresistible.
He pulled out his fingers, glistening with her juices.
Then he grabbed her collar and tore it open.
Her proud breasts bounced free.
Breathing hard, he couldn’t resist, latching onto a rosy nipple, sucking hard, kneading the other breast.
He was like a man blessed by the gods.
No one had ever gone this far but he had.
Watching through the monitor, I didn’t know how to feel, just clenched my fists.
After biting her breasts, he looked down, then at Mom.
“Girl…”
“I know,” she said, then knelt.
His shorts were already tented; she pulled them down.
His thick rod sprang out, slapping his belly.
It was iron-hard, burning hot, inches from her face.
Without hesitation, she took it in her mouth.
“Ah…” Old Jiao gasped.
The feeling was so good, he almost came.
But this was just the start.
Mom moved her head, bobbing up and down.
Old Jiao didn’t move she did it all.
Anyone would be in heaven with her mouth around them, and Old Jiao was no exception.
Soon, he couldn’t hold back, “I can’t… girl, I’m about to…”
She stopped, let it slip from her lips, stood, and walked into the glass shower.
She braced a hand on the wall, hips raised, looking back at him.
Her eyes said it all.
Old Jiao rushed in, hugging her waist, guiding himself in.
“Ah…” Mom moaned, as only a third went in, stretching her full.
“I’m in, girl.”
“In… mm!”
Before she finished, he thrust hard, burying himself fully.
He groaned in pleasure.
Without pausing, he grabbed her waist and started thrusting.
Again and again…
Pa pa pa pa pa!
The sound of flesh slapping filled the bathroom.
Even after fighting that big guy, Old Jiao was full of energy.
Anyone would be, faced with Mom’s beauty especially someone who’d tasted her before.
He pounded her from behind, never losing strength, his thick rod driving deep into her tight, wet depths.
Wet, slapping sounds mixed with the pounding, filling the room.
Mom braced herself on the wall, breasts bouncing, waves of flesh shaking.
Her round, firm buttocks quivered with each thrust, like waves.
“Mm… hah… hah…”
Mom threw her head back, lips parted, gasping.
Old Jiao gripped her slim waist, pounding harder.
The tightness made him want to finish.
“Ah… girl… does it feel good? Am I big?”
“So big…”
Mom threw her head back, answering him, “Faster… harder… so big… you’re filling me…”
“Haha! Of course I’m big… does it feel good?”
“So good…”
“Want me to…?”
“Yes…”
Her words were broken.
Her black hair fell over her shoulders, her right hand reaching back to pull him closer, urging him on.
Their bodies pressed together, his thick rod stirring her wet depths.
“Oh… so tight… girl… I’m coming…”
“Come… come…”
“I’m coming…”
“All for you…”
“Oh…”
He thrust fast and hard, then slowed, his body shuddering.
He poured everything into her.
Her body tensed, her curves perfect as a sculpture.
Oh… oh…
He lay on her back, their size difference stark.
He was skinny, but had just filled my mayor mother with his essence unimaginable.
Watching through the monitor, my gaze darkened.
