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🕑 Added 2025-08-02 21:54:35 +0000 UTCChapter 9 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation
Old Jiao, sneaky as a thief, let his hand wander restlessly suddenly grabbing one of Mom’s proud, snowy peaks.
In that instant, Mom’s beautiful face changed, her eyes full of shock and panic.
Old Jiao had caught her off guard.
But the next moment, a howl of pain escaped Old Jiao, his face twisted in agony, his whole body freezing up.
At that moment, Mom used all her strength to push Old Jiao away.
I was stunned, not sure what happened, so I rewound and played it in slow motion finally figuring it out.
It turned out…
Mom had kicked Old Jiao’s injured leg.
That was like rubbing salt in the wound.
Old Jiao was in utter misery.
With a thud, he landed on the floor, still in pain, and also confused.
“Girl, what are you doing…?”
“You’re too impatient.”
“I… I couldn’t help it, really wasn’t on purpose,” Old Jiao hurried to explain.
“Would I believe that?”
Unexpectedly, Old Jiao just gave up all pretense: “If you don’t believe me, fine. It’s just that you’re too tempting, I couldn’t control myself. If you want to blame me, I have nothing to say do whatever you want.”
I never thought Old Jiao could be so shameless.
I expected Mom to get angry, but to my surprise, after a pause, she asked, “Does it still hurt?”
Old Jiao sucked in a breath, “I didn’t notice until you said it now it hurts so bad I wish I could cut it off.”
Mom stood up. “I’ll help you to bed.”
“Okay.”
She helped Old Jiao up, but he kept crying out in pain, looking more miserable than a woman in labor. I frowned, not sure if he was faking or not. His leg wasn’t broken could it really hurt that much?
Finally, Mom managed to get him onto the bed. Old Jiao kept moaning.
His eyes stayed on Mom. Just as he was about to say something, she left the room.
That night, thunder rumbled in the sky.
I remember it was pouring rain, the wind howling a classic summer thunderstorm.
That night, I ate dinner and went to my room, not daring to play games, even unplugging everything for safety.
The rain was heavy, the thunder loud, and the power in the complex went out for a while.
But the surveillance still worked, the footage continuing as usual.
The house was dark watching the screen, I could barely see.
I figured with such a wild storm outside, nothing would happen tonight, so I thought about skipping ahead.
But just then, the door to Old Jiao’s room opened a flicker of candlelight illuminated the doorway.
It was Mom!
Old Jiao, who’d been dozing, sat up at the sound and sight of the candle’s flame.
At the door, Mom held a small candlestick in her right hand a red candle burning atop it.
The flame was soft and red.
In that faint, bean-sized light, Mom’s beautiful face appeared half-hidden, mysterious and enchanting, her eyes like jewels, her brows full of allure. Her black hair fell in waves over her shoulders, adding to her charm.
She stood there, more beautiful than any model, like a masterpiece painting.
Outside, wind, thunder, and rain raged; inside, the windows were shut, warm as spring.
Mom, with her waterfall of black hair, looked mature and alluring, the candlelight giving her an ethereal beauty.
She wore no business suit tonight, just a purple dress like a nightgown, her voluptuous curves on full display, her body both hidden and revealed a vision that captivated the soul.
Watching through the monitor, my breath quickened. It was more beautiful than any movie scene.
At that moment, Mom was beyond worldly dust, pure as jade, flawless, dreamlike.
I was transfixed let alone Old Jiao, who was face-to-face with her.
The old man sat up, his throat moving, eyes shining like a rat’s in the dark.
If his leg hadn’t really been hurt, I bet he’d have pounced on Mom right then.
But what does it matter? When a man’s blood is up, he’ll do anything especially with a woman as stunning as Mom, exuding temptation from head to toe.
Old Jiao, limping, got out of bed, excitement all over his face. Maybe he was too eager he stumbled and fell to the floor.
Mom, unhurried, walked over with the candle.
Old Jiao grinned.
“Girl…” he said, his eyes full of longing.
“Get up,” Mom said coldly.
“Okay!” Old Jiao, not at all offended, stood up with a pained expression, gritting his teeth as if some inner force kept him going.
He stood up.
“Lie on the bed,” Mom said, her tone flat.
Old Jiao’s enthusiasm dimmed a bit, but he obeyed, lying down.
Mom closed the door, set the candle on the bedside table, the dim light giving everything a secret thrill.
Old Jiao lay on the bed, Mom standing at the edge.
Now I could see her clearly tall and voluptuous in her purple silk nightgown, her skin smooth as snow, her figure mature and alluring, a mix of youthful beauty and mature charm.
Lying there, Old Jiao craned his neck to look at her, his eyes burning with desire, almost predatory.
“Girl…” he murmured.
Mom answered softly, “Mm.”
“Outside… the wind… it’s strong…”
“And the rain is heavy.”
“Are you worried about me?”
Mom said, “There’s no wind or rain in here. What’s there to worry about?”
Old Jiao scratched his head, smiling sheepishly, a bit disappointed.
After a while, before Mom could say anything, Old Jiao asked, “Girl, why are you in my room so late?”
“Guess.”
Her tone was cold, but with a hint of playfulness and seduction.
Old Jiao, not catching the coldness, actually thought about it seriously. After a while, he ventured, “Are you afraid of thunder?”
There was indeed thunder outside.
I almost laughed Mom, afraid of thunder?
She must have come because of what happened during the day, probably worried Old Jiao would try something stupid.
Mom stayed silent; Old Jiao took that as agreement.
He perked up, sitting up in bed, his ugly old face smiling, growing more restless by the second.
But he tried not to be too obvious, keeping his smile gentle.
“Don’t be afraid, girl. I’m not scared of thunder. Sit,” he said, patting the bed.
Mom sat down.
She stayed silent, making Old Jiao nervous.
But he was bold seeing Mom sit and not object, he grew more daring, quietly placing his hand on hers, stroking it, growing more excited.
He couldn’t read Mom’s thoughts, but his courage grew she still didn’t resist.
Not content, Old Jiao pushed further, moving his calloused hand onto Mom’s plump thigh.
She wore a silk nightgown, the hem barely covering her upper thighs. Old Jiao’s hand slid over the silk, trembling with excitement.
His gaze fell to her chest full, high, the nightgown’s V-neck showing off her snow-white skin, delicate collarbones, and the round edge of her breasts, glowing in the candlelight.
Old Jiao’s eyes widened, swallowing hard, his face full of excitement.
The room was quiet.
His old hand roamed Mom’s round thigh, enjoying the elasticity, but it wasn’t enough. When he reached the hem, his fingers slipped under.
Like an eel, his hand slid in. Even through the screen, I could see Mom’s body tremble.
My fists clenched, eyes blazing with anger.
But to my surprise, Mom noticed but her reaction was calm, as if she didn’t care.
This only emboldened Old Jiao.
It was as if Mom’s silence gave him permission he pushed further, not just a few fingers, but his whole hand, buried under the patterned skirt.
Old Jiao’s mouth hung open, thrilled.
Mom bit her lip, enduring in silence.
“Mmm~”
Suddenly, Mom let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushing, teeth biting her lower lip, eyes closing to slits.
She leaned back, her chest curves fully on display, perfect in the candlelight.
Old Jiao grew bolder.
He moved closer, almost pressing against her back, his other hand snaking around her waist to hug her.
On the monitor, a country old man embraced a mature, elegant woman in the candlelight a striking image.
My feelings were tangled I never thought Mom would put up no resistance.
What had happened to her?
No one could answer only I was left to wonder.
Then Old Jiao made an even bolder move.
He slid his hand up from her waist to her chest, grabbing one full breast.
Mom’s head tilted back, and Old Jiao rested his chin on her shoulder.
His other hand, which had been under her skirt, quickly moved to her other breast.
Both hands now gripped her chest, kneading hard.
Her breasts changed shape in his hands, sometimes flat, sometimes bulging out. As he squeezed, the straps of her nightgown slipped off her shoulders, her clothes disheveled.
Mom’s breathing grew heavy, her face flushed, eyes seductive, lips parted, a soft moan escaping her throat.
The scene on the monitor was vivid I could hear everything through my headphones, as if I were there.
From the moment she entered, to sitting on the bed, to being groped by Old Jiao, Mom once an ice queen was now being fondled by a country bumpkin, her proud breasts kneaded by his rough hands.
How many men had dreamed of this, but never succeeded? Now a country old man was having his way.
Old Jiao kneaded her breasts eagerly, not stopping for a moment.
The straps had fallen, exposing most of her breasts, his gaze locked on them, swallowing hard, unable to resist.
“Girl, your buns… so… so big…”
He slid a hand inside her neckline, lifting the nightgown, grabbing her bare breast, feeling its elasticity.
“Mm…”
Mom moaned, her head tilted back.
With the straps down and his rough handling, her nightgown slid to her waist, finally exposing her breasts round, perky, with rosy tips glowing in the candlelight.
Old Jiao reached around, grabbing both breasts from behind, kneading them as before.
Now there was nothing between his hands and her skin just flesh on flesh.
I swallowed hard.
Too beautiful.
I felt a tent in my pants, my eyes glued to the screen.
In the bedroom, Old Jiao’s hands caressed Mom’s breasts, at first gently, then rougher.
“Gentler… please… gentler…” Mom whispered, her cheeks flushed.
If she’d said that at first, maybe he’d have listened. But now, he only squeezed harder, as if drugged, his fingers digging in.
Her breasts changed shape in his hands, red tips peeking out.
Her skin was snowy white, her breasts plump and elastic.
It was Old Jiao’s first time touching something so beautiful he couldn’t get enough, taking all he could.
“Girl, your big buns are so soft…” he murmured, drunk with pleasure.
Mom wasn’t a shy girl, so she didn’t blush at his words. Her face was red, but only from her body’s reaction.
“Don’t talk…” she said.
She didn’t like talking during this.
But even she couldn’t deny his words stirred something inside.
After all, she was a woman, not made of stone even ice melts in hot water.
Old Jiao bent down, kissing her smooth shoulder, at first gently, then moving to her collarbone and swan-like neck, like a lover.
It was almost comical these “lovers” were twenty years apart, an odd contrast.
As he kissed her, he shifted from sitting to kneeling, careful not to hurt his bad leg.
He sat behind her, then suddenly pulled down his shorts he wore no underwear, so his organ sprang free, half-hard, huge and impressive.
Hard to believe an old man could be so big, so full of life.
“Girl…” he whispered in her ear, “grab my big rod…”
Mom hesitated, then reached back and grabbed him.
Maybe she squeezed too hard he yelped, “Easy, easy, you’ll break it!”
“Really? Wouldn’t it be better if it broke?” Mom’s face was still flushed, but her tone was cold.
“No, it’s my lifeline…”
She smiled. “I told you to be gentle why weren’t you?”
“Uh…”
“Lie down.”
“Huh?” he said, surprised.
“Mm?” Mom’s tone hardened.
“Okay, okay, I’ll lie down.” He obeyed.
Mom stood, facing the bed, her back to the camera.
From her shoulders to her waist, her curves were perfect, her hips pushing out the skirt, the most beautiful line in the world.
In the candlelight, it was even more alluring.
Old Jiao’s hands were on his chest no, not nervous, just excited, eyes shining.
Mom didn’t pull her straps up, and after a moment’s silence, she kicked off her slippers, climbed onto the bed, and knelt beside him.
Without hesitation, she grabbed his huge organ.
I thought she’d stroke him, or maybe use her mouth like before.
But to my shock, the next moment…
Mom swung a leg over him, sitting on his thighs.
That position…
I froze.
Old Jiao froze too.
He looked at her, voice trembling, “Girl, what… what are you doing?”
The ice queen was now aflame, her eyes seductive, lips curled in a sultry smile.
“Tonight, let’s just enjoy ourselves,” she said.
Old Jiao didn’t understand, but Mom’s actions soon made it clear.
He was thrilled.
“Don’t move.”
“Oh… okay…”
He stared at her, wide-eyed.
Then Mom moved, straddling him, raising her hips, one hand reaching under her skirt probably moving her panties aside.
I was right.
After a while, she rose slightly, braced her left hand on his chest, grabbed his organ with her right, and shifted forward, aligning herself.
If I didn’t know what that meant by now, I’d be an idiot.
Old Jiao was flushed, veins bulging, like a beast about to pounce.
The skirt hid the details, but it was obvious Mom’s body slowly sank down.
Her face tilted up, lips parted, eyes half-closed, her hair falling like a waterfall.
Old Jiao tried to rise, but she pressed him back down.
Suddenly, he gasped, “It’s in, it’s in… girl, I’m inside…”
Mom clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t shout!” she said sternly.
“Okay, okay…”
He couldn’t help thrusting upward.
Mom’s brows furrowed, her face showing pain.
She tried to stop him, but he didn’t notice, thrusting again and again.
“Mm… mm…”
With each thrust, Mom’s body moved.
“Pa pa pa…”
Old Jiao began thrusting non-stop, slamming into her, his legs hitting her round, perky butt under the skirt.
