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🕑 Added 2025-07-27 00:34:32 +0000 UTCChapter 42 – Fallen Mother
Outside, a torrential rainstorm raged through the night, thunder and lightning howling fiercely, isolating the mountain forest from the world. Inside the old tile-roofed house, water dripped onto basins and pots, producing a rhythmic dripping sound like nature’s own melody beautiful and soothing. Yet I had no mood to listen, my attention fixed entirely on Mom and Old Jiao.
In the old main room, a dim yellow bulb hung from the beam, barely illuminating the sparse layout. The room was simple: one table, several benches, and an ancient cabinet. The floor was uneven mud, soaked and muddy from the leaking rain.
Silence filled the room. Outside, a breeze blew in, cooling the hot summer air. But inside Old Jiao’s heart burned fiercely, a flame rising in his belly that no cold water could quench.
Having not touched a woman for decades, Old Jiao now truly understood what it meant to be consumed by desire.
He had never seen a woman as beautiful as Mom. In this remote mountain village, a few pretty girls were already a blessing, but even if there were any, Old Jiao dared only to look from afar, knowing they looked down on him. Years of such repression had built up inside him, and now with an outlet, it was like a flood breaking loose.
Mom’s round, full hips sat atop Old Jiao’s crotch, his erection standing tall, pushing his pants high. Though separated by fabric, the clear sensation drove him wild, gasping in pleasure.
Old Jiao tilted his head back, eyes rolling, his rod growing larger and harder as he moaned softly.
One hand gripped the bench, the other wrapped around Mom’s slender waist, holding her belly she was on top, he beneath.
Mom wasn’t unaware. She felt the hardness beneath her and was surprised Old Jiao looked thin and fragile, yet his manhood was enormous.
Her proud, full figure tensed, cheeks flushed with a faint heat. She didn’t panic like a girl but braced herself on the bench, trying to stand. Yet Old Jiao’s hand around her waist held her down.
Lost in the scent of Mom’s hair, Old Jiao didn’t notice her intent but murmured, “Oh… Mayor… your butt is so full, it feels so good…”
Mom’s face turned cold. “Let go!”
His scolding snapped Old Jiao back to reality. Timid by nature, he trembled and quickly explained, “No, no, please listen. I’ve never touched a woman in my life. Suddenly meeting a beautiful woman like you, I couldn’t help myself.”
Mom’s expression softened slightly but she asked coldly, “What’s wrong with your… thing?”
Old Jiao shrugged. “I don’t know…”
“Then let me up or you’ll regret it!”
“Okay, okay!”
Timid, Old Jiao dared not disobey. He felt this was the greatest blessing of his life and didn’t dare ask for more.
He withdrew his hand, releasing Mom’s waist. She sighed and stood.
Old Jiao’s mood soured, his eyes flashing lustfully as he stared at Mom’s hips, breathing quickening again.
When Mom stood, her waist curved naturally, her hips arching back, not straightening immediately. Her full hips stretched the black skirt tightly, like ripe peaches fully exposed to Old Jiao’s gaze. He stared, dumbfounded, drooling.
As Mom straightened, her round hips nearly touched Old Jiao’s face. He squinted, closed his mouth, and took a deep breath, seemingly trying to inhale the scent of her beautiful hips.
His mind soared, but quickly fell into disappointment he’d never again feel the softness and elasticity of those hips.
Yet luck was on his side. Suddenly, Mom’s tall, beautiful body fell toward him. Instinctively, Old Jiao reached out to catch her waist, but his hands slipped to her proud chest.
“Ah!” they both cried out.
Silence returned, broken only by rain dripping on pots.
Mom sat back on Old Jiao, her round hips pressed against his crotch. Old Jiao’s face showed pain his rod hadn’t softened, and Mom’s weight pressed hard on it, more than he could bear.
“Oh… it hurts…” he groaned.
Mom scolded sharply, “Don’t make a sound!”
He held his breath but soon whimpered, “Ah, my rod’s going to break… Mayor… you owe me…”
His pain made proud, cold Mom embarrassed. She hadn’t meant for this. She’d just stood up, slipped, and fallen right on Old Jiao’s crotch. Her heart fluttered nervously.
When he said she owed him, she snapped, “No talking!”
He winced, “I don’t want to, but your butt’s crushing my rod I can’t take it.”
Mom smiled coldly, “So it’s not your fault, but mine?”
He whispered, “Your big butt is pressing my rod, isn’t it your fault?”
Though quiet, Mom heard every word. She wanted to be angry but held back.
Suddenly, her brows arched, eyes flashing coldly. “What are you moving for?”
She realized Old Jiao’s hand on her waist was moving, his hard rod rubbing against her hips, sometimes slipping between her cheeks.
Her cheeks flushed. She tried to stand but Old Jiao’s arms held her tight.
Old Jiao pleaded, “Don’t… don’t… do that again, or my manhood will suffer again.”
Mom’s expression softened. She was cautious what if she slipped again and fell on him?
Sitting still wasn’t ideal either. Though separated by clothes, Mom could feel the hardness pressing against her, rubbing like fire, making her cheeks flush deeper.
Old Jiao said, “Mayor… ah, don’t rush. Let me rest a bit.”
Mom pursed her lips silently, allowing it.
After a while, she frowned, looking down at her chest.
Her thin white blouse was buttoned to the neck, but her full breasts pushed the collar open, revealing a gap with snow-white skin and black lace beneath.
One of Old Jiao’s dirty hands tightly gripped one breast, fingers leaving deep marks. He couldn’t grasp the whole breast, only most of it.
Still, the pressure was intense, making Mom’s body tense again.
Old Jiao’s hand was old and wrinkled, pressing through the thin fabric, deforming the perfect breast a dirty yet strangely compelling contrast.
Mom’s lips parted slightly, breathing quickening, heart pounding. Sitting in the lap of a filthy old man, with his hand on her breast, was an indescribably thrilling scene.
After a minute or two, Mom could no longer hold back and coldly asked, “Had enough rest?”
Old Jiao whined, “Ah… not yet…”
“Fine, I’m getting up!”
“Wait!” he begged.
“For what?” Mom said, annoyed.
“If you stand and slip again, I’ll be ruined. Please be kind and help me.”
“What do you want?”
“How about I hold you?”
Mom hesitated, then agreed.
Old Jiao’s face lit up, but his hands quickly roamed to her hips. Mom gasped and grabbed his hands.
“What do you want?”
“I’m holding you! Don’t be afraid. I’ll hold your big butt and help you up.”
“No!” Mom refused sternly.
“Why not? It’s pouring rain outside. This house is flooding. If we stay here, we’ll drown.”
Mom’s face showed helplessness but said nothing. Old Jiao smiled, knowing she agreed.
His eyes lowered to Mom’s hips on his crotch. Though sad to lose contact, it was inevitable.
His hands slid down to her hips, making Mom shiver as a current ran through her.
She bit her lip. Old Jiao hadn’t moved for a while, so she asked, “Why aren’t you moving?”
“Well… girl, lift your big butt a bit so I can move,” he said.
“No big butt! Don’t say that!”
Though disgusted by his crude words, Mom raised her hips slightly, creating space. Old Jiao seized the chance, grabbing her full hips firmly.
He was ecstatic.
His hands gripped her firm, round hips, the skirt stretched tight. He squeezed hard, feeling the incredible elasticity and fullness, a feeling beyond words.
Old Jiao had never touched a woman’s butt before, let alone had skin contact.
Now, through the skirt, he held Mom’s perfect buttocks, oblivious to her warnings.
He praised shamelessly, “Girl, your butt’s huge, no woman in the village can compare. Tight and elastic.”
Mom was embarrassed but couldn’t scold him he’d proven himself shameless. She endured, standing up.
She didn’t want to be taken advantage of, so she braced herself and stood, while Old Jiao, despite his lewd words and grabbing, helped lift her.
Mom’s hips arched back, like the first time, nearly touching Old Jiao’s face.
He sat on the ground, hands still gripping her hips, shamelessly moving closer.
I gripped my pants tightly, veins bulging, anger burning like fire, wanting to rush out.
That filthy, drunken Old Jiao dared to grab Mom’s beautiful butt how could he?
My heart roared, but reality forced me to hold back I didn’t want to embarrass Mom.
Seeing Old Jiao’s face near Mom’s hips made me uneasy. I retreated inside and took a deep breath.
Then…
“Mom! Mom!!!” I shouted loudly, making sure Old Jiao heard. He needed to know he wasn’t alone with Mom.
“Fan Fan, don’t be scared… Mom… ah… Mom’s coming…” Mom’s voice came after a while.
I dared not peek again, fearing Mom would catch me. So I lay quietly, waiting, though it felt like a long wait.
The floor was muddy and slippery. Mom had slipped once before, so she was careful getting up.
Just as she tried to stand, she felt those dirty hands pinch her firm hips, sending an electric shock through her body. She staggered and nearly fell again!
She panicked, losing balance, but suddenly her waist was grabbed, stopping her fall.
But she didn’t relax she felt her hips sitting on something solid.
Not a stool a face!
Mom’s round, perky butt sat on Old Jiao’s face, covering it completely. She tensed, gasping in alarm, then quickly covered her mouth to stifle the sound.
“Mm…” came Old Jiao’s muffled, pleasure-filled voice.
He no longer grabbed her hips but held her waist, his face tilted up, Mom’s hips pressing fully against his face a highly suggestive and visually striking pose.
“Mm… mm…” he murmured, “Girl, your butt… is suffocating me…”
Mom moaned softly, trembling. She didn’t want this, but his lips moved, warm breath passing through thin fabric, touching her skin like electricity.
Her heart raced. “Don’t… move…”
“I’m not moving!”
“Don’t speak!”
He was silent but breathing heavily, his hot breath hitting her skin, making her flush and heartbeat quicken.
Mom grabbed the table to steady herself, even removing her boots to stand on the muddy floor with her delicate feet.
This time, she didn’t slip.
Old Jiao sighed in relief. “Ah, girl, you almost killed me…”
Mom saw his flushed face and felt a bit sorry. “Sorry!”
Old Jiao waved it off. “It’s nothing, as long as you’re okay. I’ve been through worse.”
He stood. “Girl, it’s dangerous here. Let me take you.”
“No!” Mom refused quickly.
Her flushed cheeks and lingering warmth made her glance at Old Jiao’s hands wrinkled, calloused, worn from hardship. Just now, those hands had grabbed her hips, making her blush more.
She stopped letting him help and walked slowly toward the house. Old Jiao wanted to follow but thought better of it.
“If I follow, she’ll get mad. I better know my place.”
His eyes stayed fixed on Mom’s hips.
Mom walked barefoot on the muddy ground, arms out for balance. Her hips rose and fell, tempting Old Jiao’s gaze.
He swallowed hard, a spark of determination in his eyes.
Mom returned and saw me lying on the bed. She smiled warmly, cheeks still flushed.
“Mom!” I said sincerely.
Her cold face softened with a gentle smile. “What’s wrong? Scared to be here? Don’t worry, when the rain stops, we’ll go down and go home.”
I nodded but worried. The thunderstorm raged on. When would it end?
I never expected my worry to come true.
The rain never stopped that night.
Mom and I shared the only bed. Fortunately, there were mosquito coils, so no bites. But I wondered if we took Old Jiao’s bed, where did he sleep?
I didn’t care, just wanted comfort.
But Old Jiao was filthy; the bedding smelled bad.
Early the next morning, I woke refreshed despite the rough conditions.
Mom was still asleep beside me, lying on her side. I sat up and looked at her.
Her perfect curves were like a winding snake. Her hips were straight but not arched, flowing from her slim waist to full, round cheeks, then thighs like lush hills.
Her legs were crossed, clad in sheer stockings, skin gleaming and flawless, no fat, very striking.
Her feet, muddy last night, were now clean and smooth as jade. I blushed, breath quickening.
Her full breasts pushed the blouse collar up, the black bra faintly visible, thin black straps showing seductive and elegant.
I swallowed hard, feeling an erection pressing up. I took a deep breath and looked away.
What had happened felt unreal, like a dream. I didn’t want to desecrate Mom anymore, despite her tempting beauty.
I got off the bed, and then the door suddenly opened. A dirty old man barged in.
“Ah, you’re awake! I cooked some food, come eat,” Old Jiao said warmly, carrying a steaming aluminum pot.
I glanced inside just plain white porridge, no meat or vegetables, and the color looked off.
Seeing Old Jiao made me angry, especially his filthy appearance.
He didn’t notice my scowl and said, “Kid, what are you sitting there for? Come eat before it gets cold.”
He rubbed his nose, making me sick. His hands were dirty, giving me goosebumps.
I snapped, “Keep it down! My mom’s still sleeping!”
Old Jiao said, “Sorry, didn’t know.”
He looked at Mom sleeping on the bed, eyes shining strangely.
“Hey…” he said, eyes roaming her body, rubbing his hands nervously. “Kid, what’s your name?”
“Fang Fan!” I said impatiently.
“Oh…” he replied perfunctorily, still staring at Mom. I frowned.
He quickly asked, “Where’s your mom?”
“Why do you care? It’s none of your business!”
He smiled. “Just asking. By the way, the fire’s still burning in the stove. I’ll check so we don’t burn the house down.” He turned and left.
Relieved, I got up and looked at the porridge. I was hungry but it looked unappetizing.
“Fan Fan, wait, I’ll get a bowl from Old Jiao,” Mom’s voice came from behind.
I jumped, turned, and saw Mom sitting on the bed, tying up her long black hair, her chest thrust forward, full and proud.
I complained, “Mom, what is this? No vegetables, how can I eat?”
Mom said coldly, “Who told you to come here yourself?”
I was speechless.
If I hadn’t come on my own, I wouldn’t be in this mess. At home, I could eat whatever I wanted. Why did I come here to suffer? But if I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t know what happened.
Mom came over. “Since you’re here, bear with it. When the rain stops, we’ll go down.”
I nodded silently, thinking the rain showed no sign of stopping.
Just then, Old Jiao came in with a plate of pickled vegetables. Surprisingly, it looked decent.
He smiled at Mom. “Girl, you’re awake. Hungry? This is all I have. Make do.”
He glanced at the pouring rain and sighed, “Don’t know when it’ll stop. Sorry to make you suffer.”
