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🕑 Added 2025-07-19 20:06:03 +0000 UTCChapter 31 – Fallen Mother
Mom lay stretched out on the bed, her body a vision of perfect temptation. Her beauty was flawless neither too much nor too little. Even the world’s greatest sculptor could never capture this kind of breathtaking allure.
I watched as Mom’s hand drifted down to her own body. She wore a simple pair of white panties, her long, shapely legs firm and round, creating a scene of almost impossible beauty.
There was a hint of conflict on Mom’s exquisite face, as if she herself felt her actions were a little indecent. And in her position, that made sense she was the mayor, always so cold and untouchable, above it all. Doing something like this was hard to admit, even to herself.
Honestly, I didn’t want to see Mom like this either. Watching her, it shook my confidence in ways I couldn’t explain.
But in the end, Mom was still a woman.
Women, just like men, have needs. Being a woman doesn’t mean being without desire. Mom hadn’t transcended the world.
What surprised me this time, though, was that after hesitating for a long while, Mom stopped. She pulled her pajama pants back up, tugged the blanket over herself, and slowly closed her eyes, settling in for sleep.
Seeing that, I felt a huge weight lift from my chest and let out a long breath. She hadn’t gone through with it after all.
But… just because she didn’t this time doesn’t mean she won’t next time.
It’s like how Zhong Niu kept crossing the line with her. Every time, Mom was firm, but that firmness was slowly wearing away. One day, it might disappear completely.
Not now doesn’t mean never. That thought made my heart heavy again, and all I could do was silently pray.
“Mom, I hope you can hold on.”
The next morning, I got up and found Mom was already gone probably off to city hall. I felt numb. Summer vacation was boring, so I just stayed home and watched TV. Zhong Niu wasn’t around either; it was just me.
At that moment, I felt like the loneliest person in the world.
The doorbell rang.
I dragged myself up and opened the door. Outside stood a delivery guy in a helmet, holding out a package. “Sign here, your delivery.”
A delivery? I didn’t remember ordering anything.
“Are you sure you’ve got the right place?”
“Of course. The address matches.”
I signed for it, brought the package inside, and set it on the coffee table. I stared at it for a while, then grabbed a knife and cut it open.
Inside was nothing special just a box. I opened it, and inside was a photo. The moment I saw it, I froze, staring in disbelief.
In the photo, there was a man and a woman, and standing between them, a little boy about three or four years old.
They were at some scenic spot, a big waterfall behind them. The little boy in the middle looked so familiar because that little boy was me.
The woman in the photo wore a red dress, enchanting and elegant, with a quiet, refined air. Her beautiful face was lit by a gentle smile.
Mom.
Which meant the only man left in the photo could only be…
My father.
Fang Yihai.
Looking at him, I was dumbfounded. He looked as young as Mom, with sharp features handsome, even. From the photo, you could tell he’d been a charming man in his youth. He and Mom looked like a perfect match.
But why did they divorce?
Was it because they stopped loving each other? Or was there something else?
I didn’t know. A mystery grew in my heart, and I couldn’t make sense of it. But deep down, I had a feeling there was some secret behind their divorce.
But I didn’t know what it was. I’d have to find out for myself.
The immediate question was… why was this photo sent to me?
After thinking it over, only one person came to mind Dad. He was supposedly living abroad, hadn’t contacted me in over ten years, and now he sent me a photo. What did it mean?
I checked the delivery slip, but there was no sender’s address just mine.
I sat in silence for a long time, then put the photo away and disposed of the packaging. I couldn’t let Mom see it.
If Zhong Niu hadn’t come into the picture, I might have felt happy about this. But now, that happiness was gone. I didn’t plan to show the photo to Mom, either. Things between her and Zhong Niu were too complicated.
My mind was a mess when the phone suddenly rang.
It was Zhong Niu.
“Hey.”
“Fang Fan, come out. Zhao Nan’er and I are waiting for you at the gate.”
“What… wait, who are you with?”
“Zhao Nan’er.”
After a few seconds, I said, “Okay, I’ll be right there.”
I was surprised. I never expected Zhong Niu to bring Zhao Nan’er out. Was he really trying to set me up with her?
Thinking about Zhao Nan’er top student, beautiful I felt a rush of excitement.
At the gate, I saw Zhong Niu and, of course, Zhao Nan’er.
She was stunning. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, her face had a hint of youthful charm, and she radiated a kind of fresh, girlish energy.
She wore a white camisole, showing off her slender arms and delicate shoulders. Her chest was well developed full and round and her waist was tiny. She had on dark gray jeans, which hugged her curvy, perky hips, and her long legs were shaped beautifully by the tight denim. On her feet were women’s sandals, her toenails painted a soft pink a mix of innocence and allure.
“Hi!” Zhao Nan’er waved at me.
I blushed and walked over. Facing the prettiest girl in our grade, my heart was pounding.
Zhong Niu grinned at me and winked. For a moment, I felt especially close to him.
“Come on, let me introduce you.” Zhong Niu pulled me over. “This is Fang Fan.”
Zhao Nan’er held out her hand with a sweet smile. “Hi, I’m Zhao Nan’er.”
“Hi.” I shook her hand.
Her hand was soft and smooth, and the touch sent my heart racing. It was the first time I’d ever held a girl’s hand besides Mom’s.
After that, I didn’t say much. I’m shy, especially around girls not as outgoing as Zhong Niu.
“Let’s go out and play!” Zhong Niu said.
“Yeah! What should we do?” Zhao Nan’er asked, looking at Zhong Niu with a hint of admiration.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
“Hmm…” Zhao Nan’er thought for a moment. “Let’s go to the amusement park and ride the roller coaster!”
“Sure.”
So the three of us caught a bus to the amusement park.
The ride was long and crowded, so we had to stand. Zhong Niu pushed me next to Zhao Nan’er, so I ended up in the middle, right beside her.
I glanced at Zhong Niu, who smiled and whispered in my ear, “I meant what I said today, I’ll help you win her.”
Today? That fast? I didn’t buy it.
The bus stopped and started, people getting on and off. I was trying to think of something to say to Zhao Nan’er when I noticed a middle-aged, bespectacled, heavyset man standing behind her.
The bus was packed. I grabbed a hand strap to steady myself. Zhao Nan’er held onto a rail, looking out the window.
I wanted to talk to her, but then I saw that man standing so close behind her, almost pressed up against her back.
He had a backpack slung over his shoulder, glasses, a gray suit looked like an office worker, seemed harmless at first. But then I noticed something strange.
Whenever the bus stopped or braked, his hand, which was hanging near his crotch, would brush up against Zhao Nan’er’s perfectly shaped, perky butt.
She wore tight gray jeans, hugging her youthful, rounded hips. Her legs were long and straight in those jeans, easy to imagine.
She didn’t have the seductive air of a mature woman, but a kind of innocent charm mixed with just a hint of allure exactly the type older men liked.
And what surprised me was that her hips were just like Mom’s peach-shaped.
That’s the perfect shape when kneeling, the curve between the butt and thigh is the most beautiful and enticing in the world.
Zhao Nan’er seemed unaware of the man behind her, just looking out the window. Then her phone rang from her back pocket.
She instinctively reached back for it, but just then the bus braked hard. With only one hand holding on, she lost her balance and toppled forward.
I wanted to warn her, but it happened too fast. I could only watch as she fell.
But at the last second, a big hand caught her.
Zhao Nan’er looked startled, then relieved. She turned to the man. “Thank you, uncle.”
“Heh, no need to thank me. It’d be a shame for such a pretty girl to get hurt,” the man said, adjusting his glasses with a wise, kind smile.
“Uncle, you’re funny,” Zhao Nan’er giggled.
“Am I? Maybe it’s my job.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a hairdresser.”
Zhao Nan’er’s eyes lit up. “That makes sense! You must have lots of women clients. Are you always this funny with them?”
The man smiled. “Not as funny as with you.”
His words were a subtle compliment. Girls love sweet talk, especially innocent ones like Zhao Nan’er. Her cheeks flushed pink.
Watching her chat happily with this stranger, I felt completely left out, not knowing what to do.
He should have been the outsider, but now it seemed like I was the one who didn’t belong.
I couldn’t help but feel a pang of loneliness. That kind of gap is hard to take.
Wait why was Zhong Niu so quiet?
I turned and saw him playing on his phone WeChat, it looked like.
WeChat? Other than Zhao Nan’er and me, he didn’t have many friends. Unless…
I peeked and saw the chat name: Su Zihan.
Mom!
I smiled bitterly. I should have guessed.
I snuck a look at their chat. Zhong Niu would send several messages before Mom replied, always short and cold, barely acknowledging him.
But Zhong Niu was enthusiastic, chatting about all sorts of things. I even saw him send her a photo.
It was a set of lingerie a three-piece white camisole and panties, the fabric so thin it was almost see-through. After the shock, I started to imagine what Mom would look like in it.
I couldn’t picture it it was too beautiful. Suddenly, my body heated up, and I got hard.
Sometimes, men just get aroused see a beautiful woman, and something sets you off.
Now, on the bus, with a middle-aged woman sitting in front of me, I was tenting my pants. I didn’t know if she noticed, but it was embarrassing and awkward.
But I also felt a strange excitement a thrill I couldn’t explain.
I kept sneaking glances at Zhong Niu’s chat. He was so absorbed he didn’t notice. I was caught up in it too, unable to pull away.
As for Zhao Nan’er and the man, I didn’t hear a word of their conversation.
Zhong Niu sent the lingerie photo, but Mom didn’t reply for a long time. Zhong Niu looked nervous, and so did I.
The bus passed a few stops. Zhong Niu’s screen flickered on and off. Just when we thought Mom wouldn’t reply, she finally did with a sticker: “Mom, hit me again.”
Yeah, that made sense. Mom was probably angry at Zhong Niu for sending that.
But Zhong Niu just smiled and quickly replied, “Mom, I like it when you hit me.”
“Is that so? That’s a bad habit.”
“I like the pain when you hit me, Mom. It makes me feel you’re by my side. If you ever stop, I’ll feel lost.”
“……”
Mom sent a speechless emoji, probably exasperated by his cheesy words.
She must be mad, right?
Zhong Niu was being way too corny. Did he think Mom would go for that?
Too naive!
Just then, Mom replied again: “Don’t send any more. I’m busy!”
“Mom, wait, one last question.”
“Say it!”
“Mom, I miss you. What should I do?”
I was shocked.
That hit me harder than the lingerie photo.
How would Mom respond?
She was silent for a long time. Then I heard the bus announce the next stop the amusement park.
Mom, hurry up and reply!
I was more anxious than Zhong Niu. Once we got off, I wouldn’t see his phone.
Just as I was getting desperate, Mom finally replied with a single word: “Go away!”
Go away?
Was she scolding him?
But somehow, the tone felt more like a girlfriend teasing her boyfriend after he’d done something silly not angry, but playfully annoyed.
The bus stopped. We got off together. Before we left, I saw the man give Zhao Nan’er her phone back maybe he gave her his number too.
I was dazed the whole way, not even in the mood for the amusement park.
Zhong Niu asked why I looked so down. I wanted to tell him I’d seen his chat with Mom.
He and Zhao Nan’er went to buy ice cream. I sat on a bench, pulled out my phone, and opened WeChat. Seeing Mom’s avatar, I couldn’t help but send her a message.
Mom replied quickly, asking if I was at the amusement park with Zhong Niu. I asked how she knew, and she replied playfully, “Just a guess.”
I felt a little bitter, but didn’t call her out.
Soon, Zhong Niu and Zhao Nan’er came back, walking together. They actually looked pretty good as a couple.
“Here, Fang Fan, this is for you,” Zhao Nan’er handed me an ice cream.
“Thanks,” I said.
“You look down are you sick?” she said, placing her cool hand on my forehead. It felt really nice.
“Forget it, let’s go back. I’ll treat you both,” she said.
“No, it’s fine. You guys keep playing,” I forced a smile.
Since I was out, I couldn’t let her think I was weak.
Zhao Nan’er smiled sweetly. “You said it so no more moping, okay?”
My heart pounded wildly.
Her pretty face, that girlish sweetness, hit me like a deer bounding in my chest.
We played roller coasters, Ferris wheels, water rides, and more had a great time until late afternoon.
We didn’t go straight home, but stopped for skewers at a snack street before finally parting ways.
“Nan’er, wait,” Zhong Niu suddenly called out.
“What’s up?” she asked.
Zhong Niu pulled me to her. “You two talk.”
Then he walked away.
I was stunned.
Was he really trying to set me up with Zhao Nan’er?
“I… um…” I scratched my head, not knowing what to say.
“It’s okay, just say it,” Zhao Nan’er smiled.
“I like you.”
I didn’t know where the courage came from, but I blurted it out.
Her smile faded.
“Sorry, Fang Fan. Actually… I like someone else.”
“You like Zhong Niu, right?” I said, feeling defeated.
She nodded apologetically. “Sorry.”
I shook my head. “It’s okay.”
She looked at me, as if wanting to say something, then left. I didn’t follow being introverted, I had no idea how to handle this.
Zhong Niu came over, patted my shoulder, and sighed. “That’s all I can do for you.”
I looked at him. “She said she likes you.”
He patted my shoulder again. “Let’s go home. Mom’s back.”
I nodded, feeling lost, and went home with him.
Honestly, I felt terrible. I liked Zhao Nan’er, but she liked Zhong Niu. Mom was the person I was closest to, but now she was with Zhong Niu too.
It felt like Zhong Niu was my nemesis.
Should I hate him?
But for some reason, I couldn’t.
When we got home, we ran into Mom coming out of the bathroom.
She wore a bathrobe, her body full and curvy, her chest full and high, skin like snow, black hair still wet, droplets clinging to her face, cheeks flushed from the hot water, mature and radiant.
Even though I’d seen Mom in a bathrobe many times, I couldn’t help but be stunned.
I noticed Zhong Niu’s gaze he stared at Mom, eyes burning with desire.
Mom was stunning, and having tasted her body, Zhong Niu couldn’t hold back.
At his age, full of energy, he could go three or four times a day, and he had the stamina and confidence. Now, looking at Mom, his eyes were full of uncontrollable longing.
If I wasn’t there, I bet he would have rushed at her.
Mom clearly noticed Zhong Niu’s hungry gaze. She shot him a sharp look, then smiled. “You’re back. Have you eaten?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Then go shower. Only after showering can you go to bed.”
I said “Okay,” then looked at Zhong Niu, who was still standing there. “Ah Niu, aren’t you going to shower?”
“Oh, you go first. I’m not in a hurry,” he said.
I knew what he was thinking, but couldn’t say it. I went to the bathroom and finished quickly.
After showering, I came out and saw Zhong Niu and Mom sitting on the sofa watching TV.
They were sitting very close Zhong Niu almost pressed against Mom. He kept glancing at her, his gaze roaming over her body, as if her bathrobe couldn’t block his sharp eyes.
I felt uneasy, but pretended not to notice. “Ah Niu, go shower.”
Zhong Niu reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom.
I sat beside Mom. She naturally put her arm around my shoulder, letting me lean on her.
Mom’s body was full of a fresh, intoxicating scent. Her collarbones were like butterflies, her skin like snow, and the open bathrobe revealed a hint of her full, proud chest, the faint scent of milk making me dizzy.
Most of all, Mom hadn’t hugged me like this in a long time. Now, I felt her warmth again a feeling I hadn’t treasured before, but now deeply cherished.
I was lost in it, like a baby resting in her arms, my head on her chest, feeling the softness and elasticity through the bathrobe.
The TV played a new blockbuster, the plot engrossing. I nestled in Mom’s arms, watching with her.
“Mom~” I called softly.
“Hmm?”
“Do you still love Dad?”
At my question, Mom’s body seemed to tremble. I looked up and met her eyes.
This time, she wasn’t stern or scolding, but wore a complicated expression.
“Do you want to know why I divorced your dad?” she asked.
“Yes!”
“Really?”
“I dream about it!”
She looked at me in silence for a long time, then slowly said, “The reason is both simple and complicated. When I got pregnant with you, your dad wasn’t home he’d gone to take care of something, but never finished it.”
“Later, as you grew up, he was always away. In the end, he found another woman, so we divorced.”
She stopped.
I was stunned. “That’s it?”
Mom smiled bitterly. “Maybe there’s more, but I don’t want to think about it. Let it be simple why make myself miserable?”
Her beautiful face wore a smile tinged with bitterness. Outwardly, she seemed at peace, but I knew she wasn’t.
It was all a mask.
After a moment, I took out the photo Dad sent.
Mom’s smile faded as she stared at it, lost in thought. The photo showed our family of three, happy together. I couldn’t remember those days, but Mom surely did.
Her eyes filled with memories. I didn’t want to disturb her.
She looked at the photo for a long time. Zhong Niu came out of the bathroom, wearing shorts, bare-chested. I pretended not to see, just stayed in Mom’s arms.
Zhong Niu looked surprised and awkward, came over, but Mom put down the photo and said, “Ah Niu, it’s late. Go to bed.”
Her tone was calm but carried authority.
Zhong Niu nodded, reluctant, casting a lingering glance at Mom in her bathrobe, suppressing his burning desire.
I saw clear reluctance on his face, but with me there, he didn’t dare push.
Sometimes, I could be the one to stop him.
If pushed too far, he wouldn’t know what I might do.
Sometimes, quiet people don’t show anger, so others think they’re easy to bully. But like a tiger that doesn’t roar, when quiet men get angry, they can be terrifying.
After Zhong Niu left, the living room was silent except for the TV.
After a long while, I asked, “Mom, what kind of person was Dad? Can you tell me?”
She hesitated, stroked my head, and said, “Your father was very special, a handsome man, a dragon among men. Words can’t describe him. Whether at university or in society, he was always outstanding.”
“And… at home?”
“He was a good husband. Except that he changed, he was always good,” Mom sighed.
“Do you still love him?”
She didn’t answer, just gently stroked my head, her eyes full of love.
“Fan Fan, you’re my only son, my flesh and blood. I’ll always take care of you,” she said, her words full of warmth.
I didn’t say anything, but silently promised, “Mom, I’ll take care of you, always.”
…
That night, I went to sleep in Mom’s room. I didn’t dare do anything, just wanted to feel her love.
In the deep night, Mom was asleep. I vaguely saw the bedroom door open a crack, someone peek in, then quietly retreat.
I knew who it was and what he wanted, but because I was there, he failed.
Next morning, Mom was up before me. When I woke, she was gone, and Zhong Niu wasn’t home.
I locked my door, opened my computer, and watched last night’s surveillance.
I fast-forwarded to when Mom and I were sleeping. After a long wait, Zhong Niu appeared in the hallway, tiptoed to Mom’s door, slowly opened it, and peeked in like a thief.
Soon, he went back to his room. I switched to his camera.
He wasn’t asleep, probably couldn’t sleep. He sat at his desk writing in his diary.
While writing, his left hand unconsciously touched his crotch, probably thinking of something. His penis hardened, the tingling making him rub it for comfort.
I thought he’d masturbate, but surprisingly, he resisted.
Such willpower…
I switched to the morning. Zhong Niu waited in the living room. When Mom came out, he rushed to her, but this time Mom’s strength was unusually great and she pushed him away.
He looked stunned. “Mom…”
“I have my period,” she said, then went to get ready, leaving him dumbfounded.
Mom ignored him all morning, then left.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Zhong Niu had held back from last night until morning, probably wanting to save himself for another round with Mom, but failed. That made me inexplicably happy.
But after Mom left, Zhong Niu came into my room and stared at me with dark, sinister eyes.
His expression was gloomy, staring at me like a ghost. I was asleep then, unaware. Now, seeing it again, I shuddered.
If he had done something to me then, I could not have resisted. Thinking about it was terrifying.
Fortunately, he left on his own, and I quietly relaxed.
After that, things returned to normal.
Mom seemed determined to cut ties with Zhong Niu. Every night she slept with me, locking the door to prevent him from taking advantage.
So, when Mom was home, I was always there, and Zhong Niu had no chance.
I saw the hunger in his eyes whenever he looked at Mom, but a whole week passed seven days and he found no opportunity. I even felt a little sorry for him.
During this time, Mom’s work got busier. She came home late every day, often tired. I asked her what she was busy with.
She told me there was a government land project meetings, planning, construction too busy to stop, everything needing her attention.
Mom was a workaholic. As deputy mayor, she wanted to do everything well. Thanks to this, she’d risen to her current position.
One day, Mom called, telling me and Zhong Niu to dress up and go out.
A grand restaurant.
A private room.
Zhong Niu and I sat by a large round table, surrounded by men in suits and women dressed glamorously. But no matter how much makeup they wore or how little they wore, none could compare to Mom.
She sat at the main seat, dazzling and radiant like a star. Under the lights, she was both alluring and elegant, her icy beauty radiating a powerful aura.
She wore a gorgeous yet simple purple pencil skirt, curves pronounced full breasts and hips, slim waist, two long, round legs, tall and snowy white.
Her black hair draped over her shoulders, delicate earrings dangling from her ears. Her face was flawless, no makeup, yet cold and alluring, with an aura of unspoken authority.
Next to her sat a balding man in his fifties the mayor of Rongcheng, surnamed Wang.
Tonight was a celebration banquet, but Mom called me and Zhong Niu. She always thought a lot, quietly caring, calling us to keep us from messing around at night.
Uncle Qi stood beside Mom. When there was no wine, he went to pour. Of course, there was Mayor Wang, whom Uncle Qi also couldn’t forget.
In this room, Mayor Wang had the highest rank; everything centered on him.
Mayor Wang raised his glass and smiled, “Let’s all toast to our Vice Mayor Su.”
Everyone raised their glasses.
But beside Mayor Wang, a well-dressed woman of similar age showed displeasure. She glanced at Mom with jealousy and resentment.
It was understandable Mom was naturally beautiful and aloof. The men, including Mayor Wang, though composed, often stole glances at Mom’s stunning moves, which no one could hide not even the mayor’s wife.
So the mayor’s wife’s resentment was understandable.
Like this mayor’s wife, all the women here probably saw Mom as a rival, stealing their spotlight.
Mom stood, raised a glass of red wine, and said, “Thank you, Mayor Wang, thank you all. I’ll drink first.”
She tilted her head back and drank the wine. As she did, her elegant neck was fully visible, along with delicate collarbones like butterflies full of sexiness.
Of course, the most eye-catching were Mom’s two towering peaks hidden in the shirt’s collar, round and full, skin like pure snow, dazzling. All the men stared intently, afraid to miss a single detail.
I even saw some subtly moving their hands under the table, filthy but careful not to show it.
Their eyes were fixed, as if wanting to devour Mom.
Like wolves, hungry, lustful, desire filled the room.
The mayor’s wife grew angrier, as Mayor Wang’s gaze was just like the other men’s hooked, as if wanting to bury himself in Mom’s full breasts.
Uncle Qi, behind Mom, couldn’t be seen, but his gaze fell on Mom’s proud, full buttocks, wrapped in the elastic pencil skirt fertile, round, perky, and seductive.
I didn’t dislike Uncle Qi, because he was devoted to Mom. I only hated the men’s lecherous eyes, like sharp needles, which annoyed me deeply.
“Vice Mayor Su, these two are your children, right?” someone smiled.
“Yes.”
All eyes turned to me and Zhong Niu.
“Very handsome. They’ll surely be extraordinary when grown,” someone complimented.
Of course, it was just flattery.
“Vice Mayor Su, I heard you’re divorced. A woman as beautiful as you must have many suitors,” a bespectacled man asked.
Everyone craned their necks.
“Heh, I just want to be single now.”
“But a woman as outstanding as you should have a man to care for you. Raising two kids is hard.”
“Exactly, Vice Mayor Su, you should find a man and settle down.”
“But I guess a man worthy of you must be handsome and accomplished. Otherwise, how could he match you?”
They all talked, trying to show off. Obviously, they wanted to impress Mom.
But Mom responded calmly.
“Thank you all for your concern. Let’s not talk about this. Cheers,” Mom raised her glass.
They didn’t dare continue and raised their glasses.
Around eight o’clock, the banquet ended. As Mom was about to leave with me and Zhong Niu, Mayor Wang suddenly suggested going to a KTV to sing.
Here, Mayor Wang had the highest rank. Even Mom couldn’t refuse, so we all went to the KTV. Uncle Qi drove, Mom sat in the front passenger seat, Zhong Niu and I in the back.
I glanced sideways and saw Zhong Niu’s gaze darken as he coldly watched Uncle Qi.
We arrived.
The group entered.
This KTV was huge, with the largest private rooms equivalent to three rooms combined and luxuriously decorated. Only the wealthy could afford it, but for them, it was on the public account.
Mom waved at Zhong Niu and me, and we sat by her side.
Mom didn’t intend to sing, just sat with us. Uncle Qi stood nearby, Mom’s secretary, ready to obey her commands.
Mayor Wang was pushed to sing first, being the highest rank, and naturally his face had to be saved.
Someone deliberately chose a duet. People cheered for Mayor Wang and Mom to sing together, which infuriated the mayor’s wife. She grabbed the mic and sang with Mayor Wang.
Mayor Wang looked unhappy, but the mayor’s wife didn’t care.
The room was smoky, so I stepped out for fresh air, then went to the restroom.
Just as I squatted down, several people came in, chatting happily.
“Damn, Vice Mayor Su’s breasts are so round and full, soft and white like big steamed buns. So tempting, I want to squeeze them. One hand can’t even hold them all.”
A man’s voice, full of excitement and arousal.
Soon, someone else laughed lewdly, “Right? Vice Mayor Su isn’t just busty she’s tall, especially those long legs. Imagine wrapping them around your waist what would that feel like? If wrapped around me, I’d probably come right away.”
“Ha, don’t forget Vice Mayor Su’s beautiful feet. I dream about her using those feet to jerk me off I’d be happy to die.”
“You guys talk a lot but miss the point.”
Another laughed, “Have you seen Vice Mayor Su’s big butt? It’s fucking perfect. Usually in a pencil skirt, round and perky. Tonight she’s in a tight skirt, those cheeks wrapped inside, that curve I can’t resist, I’m going to jerk off now!”
He went into a stall and closed the door. I heard rustling he was really jerking off.
“Ha, useless. If you got to fuck her, you’d be drained dry.”
“Better to die under the peony flower, still a charming ghost. Even if I could just touch Vice Mayor Su’s big tits, I’d live ten years less.”
“If I could touch Vice Mayor Su’s round, plump butt, I’d live twenty years less!”
They fantasized one by one. I squatted there, blushing, hearing them after all, they were fantasizing about my mother.
But they didn’t know their goddess had been taken by Zhong Niu, a boy my age, several times, all taken advantage of by him.
Compared to these well-dressed men, Zhong Niu was the biggest winner.
Comments
The Merchant
I don’t see chapter 32 and 33 and 38
