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🕑 Added 2025-08-02 21:53:55 +0000 UTCChapter 6 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation
Because I went to bed early, I woke up early the next day.
But after getting up, I found that Old Jiao was up even earlier than me and had already bought breakfast.
Old Jiao was full of energy, lively and spirited, showing none of the sluggishness you’d expect from an old man. What made things a little better was that he was no longer as sloppy as before he wore new clothes and wasn’t as unpleasant to look at.
He cheerfully brought me a bowl and chopsticks, extremely enthusiastic; I couldn’t say much in response.
After I finished breakfast, Mom was the last to get up. She didn’t even wash up before sitting at the table. Old Jiao became even more attentive, bustling about and even bringing her a hot towel, which left Mom a bit surprised.
While Mom was eating, someone knocked at the door. Old Jiao jogged over to answer it and brought in a woman. Mom explained that this was her new secretary and driver.
I glanced at the woman. Her name was Wang Yan, about thirty, dressed neatly, with a mature charm, though her looks were rather ordinary.
Mom told Wang Yan to wait downstairs, and she left.
Mom quickly finished breakfast and went to wash up. When she came out again, she was fully dressed, greeted me briefly, didn’t say anything to Old Jiao, and left the house.
Old Jiao looked a bit disappointed.
I went out too staying home was too boring, and I didn’t want to face Old Jiao.
I went to an internet café alone and spent several hours there. While I was immersed in a game, my phone suddenly rang. It was Mom calling.
As soon as I answered, Mom’s stern voice came through: “Where are you? Get home right now!”
Her tone was full of authority, but I quickly realized she must have noticed I wasn’t home and figured I was out playing. I didn’t think much of it, hurriedly left the café, and ran home.
The café wasn’t far from home, so I arrived quickly. By then, it was around noon.
Honestly, I hadn’t wanted to go home I didn’t want to see Old Jiao.
When I got home, I opened the door carefully and saw Mom sitting in the living room, her face cold. She immediately looked over at me, her gaze icy.
I shivered involuntarily and said softly, “Mom…”
She looked at me and asked, “Where did you go?”
I didn’t dare lie and told her I went to the internet café.
Maybe because I looked scared, Mom, who’d seemed ready to get angry, ended up just sighing. She was about to say something when a voice called from the bedroom: “Girl… girl, where are you…”
It was Old Jiao’s voice.
I paused, surprised at how weak he sounded.
Mom ignored me and went straight to the bedroom. I quickly followed, and was shocked to see Old Jiao lying in bed, unable to move, his leg wrapped in bandages.
What happened?
I’d only been out for a morning how did he end up in bed, injured?
“Girl, you’re finally here. My… my leg hurts so much…” Old Jiao said, sounding like a child about to cry.
Mom went over and sat on a chair beside the bed. “Why are you calling me?”
Old Jiao replied, “Nothing really, just… when you’re not here, I feel uneasy. You’re not going to leave, are you?”
Mom shook her head. “No.”
Old Jiao’s face lit up with joy. “Good, as long as you’re not leaving.”
Mom comforted him for a while until he finally fell asleep. I left the room with her and immediately asked what had happened.
It turned out Old Jiao had gone downstairs for a walk and, for some reason, was accidentally hit by a cyclist. His lower leg was bleeding, but he managed to hobble back home and called Mom, which was why she was home.
“Did you find the person on the bike?”
“No.”
I just muttered “oh” to myself, thinking the old guy was just unlucky.
It was already noon. Mom didn’t cook; she ordered takeout. When it arrived, she took a portion into the bedroom to feed Old Jiao, while I ate in the living room.
After a while, Mom came out of the bedroom, looking a bit tired. I wanted to ask something but didn’t dare.
That evening, as usual, Mom took dinner into Old Jiao’s room and didn’t come out for a long time.
At first, I didn’t think much of it, but after a week of this, I started to feel something was off. Mom was spending more and more time in Old Jiao’s room. For example, tonight, she’d been in there for over two hours and still hadn’t come out.
Does it really take that long to feed someone?
And after so many days, shouldn’t his leg be healed by now?
Finally, I couldn’t stand it. I quietly crept over and pressed my ear to the door then froze.
“Pa pa pa pa pa…”
From the bedroom came the sound of flesh slapping against flesh quiet, but I could still hear it.
I was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
How could they…
I couldn’t believe it, my whole body went cold.
The next second, I rushed back to my own room, locked the door, and immediately turned on my computer. As soon as my desktop loaded, I opened the surveillance feed. The scene that appeared on my screen was a huge shock.
On the monitor, Mom was kneeling on the bed, wearing only a thin white shirt on top, her lower body completely exposed, her round, snowy-white butt raised high in the air. Old Jiao was kneeling behind her, his thick, menacing rod thrusting in and out of her, his hips slapping against her full buttocks, making the “pa pa pa pa” sound I’d heard.
In the bedroom, Old Jiao was like an old ox from behind, gripping Mom’s slim waist on both sides for leverage as he thrust hard, full of energy and strength no sign of injury at all.
Yet his lower leg was still bandaged, not removed.
I frowned, not understanding what was going on.
After a while, Old Jiao finally stopped after a series of powerful thrusts. He gasped for breath and then pulled his thick rod out of Mom’s body.
He was wearing a condom, already soaked, now filled with a thick liquid.
Old Jiao just knelt there, not moving, while Mom, who had been kneeling, finally sat up on the bed. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin glistening with sweat, her expression full of an indescribable allure, her eyes brimming with emotion.
Mom seemed to have recovered, glanced at Old Jiao, then at his crotch, hesitated, and said, “After you take off the condom, remember to wash up.”
With that, she got dressed and left the bedroom.
After she left, Old Jiao, still sitting on the bed, immediately broke into a happy grin. He got off the bed in one move, standing up straight showing no sign of injury.
Or maybe his leg was healed?
If so, did Mom know?
Did she know, or not?
Old Jiao stood by the bed for a long while, then suddenly remembered something and hurriedly lay back down. After a while, the bedroom door opened and Mom came in again. Seeing Old Jiao still lying naked on the bed, she frowned.
Old Jiao grinned, “Girl, you’re here.”
“Why didn’t you go wash up?” Mom asked, a bit annoyed.
“I… I can’t move, the wound can’t get wet, so…”
“I knew this would happen.”
Mom walked to the bed, a wet towel in her hand.
