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Chapter 13: Morning – Fallen Mother
I was completely exposed in front of Mom, looking rather awkward after all, I had just finished masturbating, my pants weren't pulled up, and my average-sized penis was right there in her view. The glans wasn't even exposed, all covered by the foreskin, hiding in a patch of dark pubic hair, not looking impressive at all.
At that moment, I couldn't help but envy Zhong Niu again. If I had a penis as big as his, I wouldn't be so embarrassed at least I could be a bit more confident in front of Mom.
Yes, confidence!
It was only now that I truly understood why a man's size matters when facing a woman naked it represents a man's dignity.
Mom sat across from me, still wearing an oversized white shirt. Her chest was full and high, and although all the buttons were done, her ample breasts still forced gaps between the buttons, revealing glimpses of fair, tender skin.
She had changed out of her pink shorts and into stretchy black yoga pants, which accentuated her beautiful, long legs.
Mom sat there, exuding a cold, proud aura that made it hard for me to breathe.
Suddenly, I remembered seeing Mom on TV at a press conference. As vice mayor, she stood on the podium, graceful and powerful, her presence so commanding that the whole room fell silent.
Back then, I could only feel it through the screen, but now I was experiencing it for real.
But I didn't want to give in!
"Mom, I…"
"Shut up!" Mom snapped, cutting me off. I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come.
Mom looked at me coldly, her beautiful eyes showing a trace of complexity, but her tone stayed icy: "Do you know what you're doing?"
I gritted my teeth. "I know."
"If you know, why do it?" Mom asked coldly.
"I… I don't want to, but…"
"No buts!" Mom cut me off again. "Go over there and lie on the bed."
I was startled. "Mom!"
But Mom ignored my pleading look and forced me to obey with her gaze. Reluctantly, I tried to pull up my pants, but she stopped me and made me go to the bed as I was.
I did as told, and Mom picked up a wooden stick and came over.
Smack!
Mom struck my butt with the stick.
"That's for your dirty thoughts! For not knowing right from wrong! See if you dare think such things again!"
She hit me a few more times as a warning, but she overlooked one thing: I was a rebellious teenager, so the more she did this, the more I resisted inside.
I held back my voice, and Mom's blows grew lighter. In the end, she threw the stick away in frustration.
"Don't do it again, understand?" Mom said.
"…I understand." I replied softly, though my tone was still defiant.
Seeing this, Mom sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked my cheek with her cool, soft fingers.
"Silly child, why be so stubborn? I know exactly what you're going through right now."
"You do?" I was surprised.
Mom gave me a sideways look. "Of course I do I've been through it myself. You're a teenager, it's normal to have these urges, like… like… that." In the end, she couldn't bring herself to say "masturbation."
"It's not a big deal, but you absolutely shouldn't have those thoughts about me. After all, I'm your mother, and I'm the vice mayor. If word of this got out, how could I face anyone?"
I mumbled, "Mom, I'm sorry~~~"
Seeing me apologize, Mom's icy, beautiful face finally softened with a smile. She gently stroked my head and said, "Actually, masturbation is normal. You're a boy, you need to release sometimes, that's normal. Just don't do it every day, or your body can't take it, understand?"
"I understand, but I just can't help it. And…" I hesitated, then carefully said, "And I don't know why, but when I do it, I always think of you, Mom, because you're so beautiful I just can't control it."
"You…" Mom wanted to get angry, but seeing my timid look, she relented. "Fine, that's your own mind, I can't control it. But you have to promise me, don't do this anymore."
"Don't do what?"
"Show restraint."
"I… I can't restrain myself," I said. "And every time I do it, I fantasize about you helping me with your hand. Mom, could you help me just once?"
I looked at her with pleading, hopeful eyes. I didn't even know where I found the courage to say that.
"No!" Mom refused immediately.
"Mom!" I begged.
Mom's expression shifted, her full chest heaving under the shirt. She stood up, smoothed her hair, and said, "We'll talk about it next time!"
With that, she left my room quickly. But I was secretly delighted, because she hadn't refused outright if she said "next time," maybe there was hope!
Thinking of this, I was excited.
The next morning, I got up on time, washed up, and went to the living room. Breakfast was already on the table, but no one was there. Suddenly, I heard a clear, bell-like laugh from the kitchen, bringing some vitality to the quiet morning.
I walked over and peeked inside, stunned.
In the kitchen, Zhong Niu was wearing an apron, busy at the stove, working hard to clean it with a cloth. Mom stood beside him, clapping and encouraging him.
"Very good, Ah Niu, I didn't expect you to be so capable. That's a real surprise," Mom said, her beautiful eyes full of satisfaction. Even her way of addressing him had changed.
Ah Niu that sounded a bit too intimate.
"Auntie, you flatter me. I always did heavy chores at home. This is nothing compared to that," Zhong Niu replied casually.
"You're much better than Fan Fan. He can wash dishes, but he's not as diligent as you," Mom praised.
"Fan Fan's pretty good too," Zhong Niu said.
"He's just so-so," Mom replied, not rating me very highly.
Zhong Niu quickly finished cleaning the stove, and the two of them were about to leave the kitchen when Zhong Niu suddenly said, "Auntie, wait a minute!"
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