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🕑 Added 2025-07-19 20:07:29 +0000 UTCChapter 40 – Fallen Mother
Mom’s sudden cry startled me. I hurriedly asked what was wrong. Her voice was a bit flustered as she told me it was nothing, just that she’d tripped and almost fallen. I breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the torrential rain outside, and said, “Be careful, Mom.” She laughed and replied, “I’m a grown woman, I don’t need you to remind me… You just stay home and don’t run around.” I quickly promised I wouldn’t, and she laughed again, even blowing me a kiss through the phone, making me incredibly happy.
After hanging up, I sat on the sofa, kicked off my shoes, and put my feet on the coffee table. Looking around the living room, I was filled with emotion. The place was beautifully decorated, all to Mom’s taste high-end and refined, everything arranged just right. It was luxurious but not ostentatious. Mom always had her own ideas about everything, even designing the whole house herself. As she said, “It’s my home, so it should be done my way.” If she hadn’t been so busy, she probably would have painted the walls herself.
I realized how lucky I was to be her son, to live with her. No matter what happened, she always loved me. And I was lucky not just because of her beauty and figure, but because of her love. I was luckier than most.
Thunder rumbled, rain poured down, and it even felt a little cold. I wrapped myself in a blanket and curled up. The National Day holiday was seven days long; only the first few days had passed. For three days straight, I obeyed Mom and didn’t go out, just stayed home. We spoke on the phone every day, everything normal.
Mom told me she was on an inspection in Lao Long Village and might not be back for half a month. I was surprised it would be so long and a bit unhappy. She comforted me, promising to take me out to play when she returned, and I relented.
I asked what Lao Long Village was like. She said it was the poorest village around Rongcheng just got electricity, no cell towers, barely any signal. She had to climb the mountain to call me. I worried if she could adapt, but she laughed and said it was just a bit of hardship, nothing to her.
That’s how Mom was strong and determined, not fragile like other women. And with the mayoral selection coming up, she had to stay and make a mark.
The holiday passed quickly, and as school approached, I felt gloomy. I spent most of my time playing computer games, but sometimes I’d go into Mom’s room, open her closet, and gaze at her clothes and even her underwear. I admit it was a bit perverse, but I couldn’t suppress the urge. It was like an addiction.
There’s a saying: once Pandora’s box is opened, it can’t be closed. Once the floodgates of desire open, there’s no stopping the torrent. That was me I was hooked.
Looking at her clothes, I’d fantasize about how she’d look in them: the thin, red bra wrapping her full breasts; the black lace panties on her round hips, barely hiding her firm curves…
Sometimes, I’d take a pair of her panties to my room, watch porn, and masturbate, imagining the actress was Mom.
On the last day of the holiday, I called her again, but her phone was off. I was frustrated maybe she was busy and would call later. But I waited all night and she never called. I got anxious.
She called every day to check on me. Even if she was busy, she wouldn’t forget, especially not at night. I couldn’t sleep, so I waited on the sofa.
All night, into the next morning, still no call. Now I was really worried. Lao Long Village was remote and poor, just got electricity, no cell towers. Even if her phone died, her colleagues had phones. Why didn’t she call?
Maybe she forgot? Possible. But I couldn’t relax. I skipped school, waiting at home.
Another day passed still no call. I felt cold, fearing something had happened to her. I grabbed my phone and essentials and left home.
Outside, I hailed a cab. Before I even sat down, I told the driver, “Take me to Lao Long Village.”
“That place is remote and deserted. What are you going there for?” he asked.
“I have urgent business,” I replied impatiently.
He didn’t ask more. The meter kept climbing, and I worried it’d cost four or five hundred yuan, but Mom was more important than money.
The ride was long. I asked for a cigarette, and the driver gave me one. Smoking calmed my nerves a bit. I was so tired from lack of sleep that I dozed off.
I woke to the driver shaking me. “Kid, we’re almost at Lao Long Village.”
“Almost there?”
“Yeah, just past that mountain pass.”
“Why not go through?”
“Road’s collapsed up ahead. My cab can’t make it.”
“Alright, give me your QR code, I’ll pay.”
He was surprised. “You’re going alone in the dark? Are you crazy?”
He was a good guy, but I was determined. I paid and got out. Before leaving, he handed me a flashlight.
I walked forward, the only light from my torch. This wasn’t the city, but deep countryside, forested mountains, a single cement road. I was scared, but I pressed on for Mom’s sake.
Soon I reached a valley blocked by rocks partially cleared, but not fully. I nervously made my way through. After a long walk, my legs numb, I saw scattered houses just shacks, really.
I realized I was still on the mountain; the real village was in a basin below. I was lost how would I find Mom? It was pitch black and everyone was asleep. Should I knock on every door?
I took out my phone no signal at all. If Mom wanted to call, I wouldn’t get it. But I had no choice but to keep going.
As I walked, suddenly a hand grabbed my ankle from the roadside grass. I froze, slowly turning my flashlight. What I saw shocked me a scrawny, pockmarked old man, filthy and hunched, like a monkey. He was at least fifty or sixty, worse off than city beggars.
I felt sick, shook off his hand, and ran. Exhausted, I finally collapsed, thinking how scary it was to find someone like that sleeping by the road.
Not long after, I heard dogs barking and had to run again. Eventually, I found safety, lay down, and fell asleep.
The next morning, something was licking my face. I woke with a start a big yellow cow! Laughter rang out a middle-aged man and woman stood nearby.
The woman patted my head. “A city kid, sleeping at our door.”
I said I was looking for someone.
“Who?” the man asked.
“My mom.”
They looked at each other, puzzled. The woman asked her name. “Su Zihan,” I said. They shook their heads, but I explained she was here on an inspection from the city. They understood.
“Is your mom tall, fair, and pretty?” the man asked, grinning.
“Yes!” I replied happily.
“Big butt, too,” he added.
My smile froze.
His wife pinched him. “Don’t talk dirty!”
She told me I probably wouldn’t see Mom today; she’d gone up the mountain with the village chief and wouldn’t return until evening.
I was disappointed but relieved she was safe. My stomach growled; the woman brought me two buns and water. I thanked her, and she praised me for being polite. I learned her name was Aunt Wang, and the man was Uncle Liu.
Aunt Wang went inside; Uncle Liu sat with me on the steps, the cow tied to the wall.
Suddenly, Uncle Liu called out, “Old Jiao, slept in the pigsty again?”
“No, I slept by the road,” came the reply.
I looked up wasn’t this the old man who grabbed me last night? He was hunched, skinny, pockmarked, hair a mess, clothes patched and faded. But he walked with swagger, looking down on everyone.
He eyed my bun hungrily, making me uncomfortable. Uncle Liu waved him off. “Go away, you old bum. Always lazy, begging for food. Have some shame.”
Old Jiao drooled after my bun but, afraid of Uncle Liu, slunk off.
“Who is that?” I asked.
Uncle Liu lit a cigarette. “He’s a real character. Went to work in the city, picked up bad habits, came back lazy. His parents got him a wife, but she left because he was too much in bed.”
“Too much?” I was confused.
He laughed, lowering his voice. “He wanted it several times a day. She couldn’t take it, left after two months. He’s big, I’ll give him that. Even my wife says I can’t compare in that way.”
He realized he was saying too much. “Never mind, I’ll go tend the cow.”
I blushed, surprised by his words, but doubted anyone could be as big as Zhong Niu.
With them gone, I was bored and decided to look for Mom on the mountain.
There were many mountains around Lao Long Village. I wandered, hoping to run into her. On a path, I saw Old Jiao again, squatting in the bushes, giggling as he took something from his pocket.
Curious, I hid behind a tree and saw him sniffing a pair of blue lace panties. I was stunned. Only city women wore such things, and I’d only seen that kind in Mom’s closet.
Could he have stolen them from Mom? I was furious and warned myself not to jump to conclusions. Mom was the deputy mayor of Rongcheng; he was just a dirty old drunk. Still, the thought made me uneasy.
Old Jiao sniffed the panties, then licked them, looking intoxicated. Disgusted, I turned to leave, but he suddenly dropped his pants and wrapped the panties around his penis, masturbating in the open. It was ridiculous and repulsive.
I left, unwilling to watch. Back in the village, I sat by a pond where kids played. They eyed me warily, but soon approached.
“Who are you?” a little girl asked.
“I’m Fang Fan, from the city.”
“City…” Their eyes lit up with longing.
I felt proud at least I was Mom’s child and not stuck here for life.
I asked about Mom. The kids knew everything that happened in the village.
“Is your mom the tall, pretty lady?” a girl asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Big boobs, big butt,” a boy added.
I glared.
He continued, “She’s the prettiest here. All the men stare at her. I heard them say they want to tie her up and take turns on her big butt…”
Smack! I slapped him. “Don’t say that!”
He ran off, the others too. I sat by the pond, furious and chilled by the villagers’ lecherous looks at Mom. She was sacred to me; I wouldn’t let anyone defile her, even with their eyes.
I sat there until dusk. Then, from the foot of the mountain, a group appeared, led by the person I missed most Mom.
She was as confident and beautiful as ever, elegant and dignified, followed by staff. She wore a white OL suit, the jacket outlining her curves, her chest full and proud, waist slim, white dress pants hugging her hips, long legs, white boots. Her aura was strong her staff didn’t dare look at her, only the villagers behind, likely the village chief and others, ogled her with greedy eyes.
I wanted to run to her, but just then, chaos broke out. Someone rushed forward, threw himself at her feet, and began to wail.
Everyone was stunned.
He clung to Mom’s leg, face pressed to her calf, refusing to let go. Mom frowned, surprised but not panicked. Before she could speak, the village chief shouted, “Old Jiao, are you crazy? This is Deputy Mayor Su! Let go or I’ll beat you!”
He kicked Old Jiao, who howled in pain. As he tried to continue, a county official stopped him, reminding him not to beat people. The chief tried to explain, but the official shot him a cold look he’d noticed Mom was angry.
The atmosphere turned tense. Old Jiao rolled on the ground, moaning in pain, claiming his stomach and waist hurt. The chief warned him not to make false accusations, but Old Jiao kept rolling and wailing.
Mom suddenly said coldly, “Enough!” She squatted beside him, gently saying, “Sir, where does it hurt? I have a doctor here, let him check you.”
A doctor in a white coat came over he was part of Mom’s entourage for emergencies. A photographer also filmed the scene, as Mom was campaigning for mayor and needed footage for publicity.
Perhaps because of this, Mom was extra “gentle” with Old Jiao.
The doctor examined him, holding his nose against the stench. Old Jiao kept moaning, while the officials looked on with contempt.
Then, Mom did something that shocked everyone she took tissues from her bag and wiped the sweat from Old Jiao’s forehead.
Everyone was stunned. Old Jiao was notorious for petty crimes, drunkenness, and peeping. He’d never even touched a woman’s hand. Yet now, this stunning woman was wiping his brow.
Even Old Jiao was dumbfounded, lying there in disbelief. From his angle, he could see her firm thighs in white pants, her round hips, the curves outlined perfectly. He swallowed hard, aroused.
His crotch bulged, pitching a tent. Everyone noticed, including Mom, who looked surprised. Old Jiao blushed, covered himself, and quickly got up, insisting he was fine before running off.
Everyone looked at Mom, but no one said a word.
Mom massaged her brow, saying, “I’m a bit tired, County Chief Zou.” He hurried over, bowing and scraping, “Yes, of course.” She told him to come see her later to discuss some matters.
Then, with two staffers and the village chief, she left for her lodgings.
I wanted to go to her, but with so many people around, I held back and followed from a distance.
At the best house in the village, the chief’s home, Mom was welcomed by the chief’s wife. I didn’t go in, but noticed Old Jiao lurking nearby, clutching a cheap bottle of liquor, staring at the house, drinking and rubbing his crotch, a look of perverse pleasure on his face.
