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Chapter 32 – Fallen Mother
"Ha… ha…" In the bathroom next door, I could hear a man's rapid, heavy breathing, his movements growing faster and faster, as if he was right on the edge of release.
A few seconds later, he let out a guttural growl, "Vice Mayor Su, I'm going to cum, I'm going to shoot it all for you, all over your body!"
"Ah…"
A low, animalistic moan echoed.
He finally climaxed.
Then, pulling out some tissues, he cleaned himself up, let out a satisfied sigh, and left the bathroom.
The group of men exited, and the bathroom returned to silence. When I stepped out, there was no one left.
But inside, I felt a strange mix of emotions. The words those men had used to fantasize about my mother still echoed in my ears.
I couldn't help but sneer inwardly if Mom ever found out, with her personality, they'd all be in for it.
I returned to the private room just in time to hear everyone making a commotion.
"One song! One song! Vice Mayor Su, sing a song!"
They were egging Mom on to sing.
Normally, Mom was so cold and aloof, but in a situation like this, she couldn't really refuse. So she took the microphone and picked a song.
It was a duet, but so obscure that everyone was stunned.
"No one knows it?" Mom scanned the crowd.
No one answered. Truthfully, I knew the song Mom played it in the car all the time. But I was just a kid; it wouldn't have been appropriate for me to go up there.
At that moment, Uncle Qi, a bit embarrassed, said, "Um… I know it."
Everyone looked at him in surprise even Mom was a little taken aback. I was too. The song was so niche and unknown, I never thought Uncle Qi would know it.
But then I remembered Uncle Qi often drove Mom around, so he'd heard it plenty of times. Of course he'd know it.
Mom gave Uncle Qi a slightly surprised look, then handed him the microphone.
Uncle Qi took it, a bit sheepish. For a secretary, being so conspicuous in front of everyone wasn't exactly comfortable.
The music started. Uncle Qi and Mom sang together. At first, Uncle Qi was nervous, and Mom even walked over to stand by his side, which made him even more flustered, but he quickly composed himself.
When the song ended, everyone applauded and cheered.
Uncle Qi handed off the mic. Some people tried to invite Mom to sing a more popular duet, but she refused.
"Damn, even a guy like Secretary Qi gets to sing with her, but she won't sing with me. No respect at all!" I overheard a man muttering, clearly displeased.
That guy was, admittedly, more handsome than Uncle Qi, more of the type women liked more masculine and rugged compared to Uncle Qi's honest, plain look.
I sat down, and suddenly noticed Zhong Niu sitting nearby, his face dark and brooding, staring at Mom. I didn't know what he was thinking, but he looked a little scary.
After about an hour of singing, Mom was the first to suggest leaving. She didn't like these kinds of places, but had endured it. Mayor Wang tried to get her to stay, but she still refused.
So Mom, Zhong Niu, Uncle Qi, and I left together.
Outside the KTV, Mom's fair cheeks were tinged with red, a little flushed, her beauty almost glowing, delicate and radiant.
"Alright, Secretary Qi, you can leave us here. We'll go back on our own," Mom said.
Uncle Qi looked at her with a hint of reluctance, but nodded, "Okay."
"Oh, and come pick me up tomorrow morning," Mom added.
A flash of joy crossed Uncle Qi's eyes. "Yes!"
When we got home, Mom told me to shower and go to bed. I didn't object, so I showered and went back to my room.
Maybe it was habit by now, but I locked my door and opened the surveillance feed.
Mom returned to her bedroom, standing by the window, holding her phone, lost in thought.
She wore a tight purple dress, the fabric perfectly outlining her tall, voluptuous curves her figure was flawless, the golden ratio in the flesh, not a bit more or less, better than any model.
Mom held her phone in her left hand, and with her right, she brushed her black hair back from her forehead, revealing her smooth, perfect brow. As she lifted her arm, her already full, proud chest pushed the fabric to its limits.
But what was most beautiful about Mom was her perky, round hips, wrapped tightly in the dress, almost lifting the hem, revealing her strong, round thighs snowy white, straight, the most beautiful legs imaginable.
I switched the camera to the bathroom. Zhong Niu was showering, but clearly distracted, his huge member hanging down even soft, it was massive and intimidating.
Suddenly, Zhong Niu seemed unable to hold back. He walked out of the bathroom naked, straight to Mom's bedroom door, trying the handle, but it was locked.
Frustrated, Zhong Niu pounded on the door. Inside, Mom looked at the door, calm and unmoved, showing no intention of opening it. I pretended not to notice, letting Zhong Niu keep knocking.
But he didn't stop, pounding with what seemed like endless strength.
Through the surveillance, I saw Mom's face suddenly go cold. She walked over, opened the door, and saw Zhong Niu standing there, naked.
Zhong Niu couldn't hold back anymore; his huge member instantly hardened, like a dragon rising from the sea. He lunged at Mom.
But Mom's face was icy. She slapped him hard and shoved him out. Zhong Niu slipped on the floor, landing hard, pain etched on his face, but he didn't make a sound.
Looking down at the naked Zhong Niu, Mom said coldly, "Go pack your things. Tomorrow I'll have someone send you away for a while to cool off."
With that, she went back in and slammed the door.
Zhong Niu sat on the floor, stunned and at a loss. The anger on his face finally gave way to fear.
Mom had never been so harsh before. This time, her words and actions went beyond anything Zhong Niu expected she finally showed the cold, distant side of her ice-queen persona.
I don't know how I got through that night. The next morning, I saw Zhong Niu being escorted out by two men in black. He looked back at me, his eyes full of hatred and anger a look I'll never forget, like a nightmare that will haunt me forever.
After Zhong Niu left, Mom came out of her room, smiled at me, and said, "Fan Fan, do you want to see your father?"
I was startled, not sure what she meant.
"Get dressed. I'll take you to see your dad," Mom said.
Mom drove, and I sat in the passenger seat, my heart pounding with nerves.
I was about to see my father the man buried deep in my memory.
I felt restless, glancing at Mom as she drove. She hid it well, calm and composed, but I could tell she was nervous too.
Mom was taking this reunion seriously I could tell from how she was dressed.
She wore an off-shoulder white chiffon blouse, her shoulders bare, skin gleaming like snow, her collarbones delicately defined, so beautiful it made you want to kiss them. Beneath, her full, round breasts were wrapped in white fabric, tight and high, flawless, with a deep, snowy cleavage. Her curves were perfect, proud, and pure.
Her waist was slender and graceful, soft as a willow branch. She wore a blue skirt with vertical white stripes, the hem reaching a third of the way down her thighs. Her legs, wrapped in black stockings, were round, full, and firm.
But the most alluring was her beautiful, skirt-wrapped hips, round and perky, the curve full and strong, like a ripe peach full, but not fat.
Looking at Mom, my heart burned. I stole glances at her, swallowing nervously.
The car smelled faintly of perfume, all from Mom. At that moment, she was simply too beautiful, too sexy, cold and untouchable, making any man want to conquer her.
I thought, if Zhong Niu were here, he'd have made a move already. But he was gone, sent away by Mom, and wouldn't get another chance.
I felt secretly relieved.
"Fan Fan, what are you thinking?" Mom suddenly asked.
She stared straight ahead, focused on driving, her profile flawless, lips red and soft.
"Nothing, just a bit nervous," I said.
Mom nodded. "Well, you should be prepared. Your dad might have found you a stepmother."
I was stunned.
A stepmother?
"No, I only have one mom. Her name is Su Zihan," I said, my tone firm.
A radiant, heartfelt smile appeared on Mom's face, beautiful and moving, like a bud blooming in the frost charming, delicate, and unique.
"Alright, I promise I'll only ever be your mom, and you'll only ever be my son, Su Zihan's son. As for anyone else…" Mom said softly, "No one else gets a say!"
In that moment, Mom was strong and a little domineering, showing her stubborn, powerful side.
With Zhong Niu gone, it felt like things between us were returning to how they used to be. That's what I wanted just the two of us, like before.
As for him, I hoped he'd never come back.
Mom parked at a fancy restaurant, and we went in together.
She held a handbag, radiant and beautiful, her long legs striding confidently, the black stockings catching every eye in the room.
Mom's presence was overwhelming. She walked with her head held high, every step graceful, her hips swaying unconsciously, sending waves of allure through the restaurant.
I walked beside her, head high, proud to have such a beautiful mother.
Suddenly, I saw a figure familiar, yet distant.
I froze for a moment.
But Mom kept her head high, her elegance undiminished, not the slightest bit intimidated.
I frowned slightly.
Because next to Dad sat another woman.
She looked about thirty, around Mom's age, dressed very sexy, tall and full-figured, with fiery red hair and a hot, bold aura.
If Mom was the aloof ice queen, this woman was the sexy, seductive type.
I thought, what kind of luck does Dad have? He'd been with Mom, and now found another outstanding woman.
Dad didn't look old he wore a suit, was handsome and mature, the kind of man who stands out in a crowd.
He smiled gently. When he saw me, his face showed warmth and a bit of excitement.
I felt a little excited too, but after so many years, and with my shy, introverted nature, I couldn't look at him directly.
Dad stood up and said, "You're here, come sit."
He pulled out a chair for Mom, then walked toward me. I instinctively stepped back.
Dad looked surprised, sighed softly, and returned to his seat. I then sat beside Mom.
"Hello, I'm Zhao Yuping," the sexy woman said, extending her hand to Mom.
Mom didn't take it, just said lightly, "I'm Su Zihan."
Zhao Yuping didn't seem embarrassed, her gaze shifting to me.
"You're Fang Fan, right?" she smiled.
"Yeah."
"You're really cute."
"Yeah."
I didn't know or understand Zhao Yuping well, and I knew she was Dad's second wife, so I naturally felt some distance.
This was a Western restaurant. Mom ordered a meal for me.
"Mom, aren't you eating?"
"I'm not hungry," Mom said lightly, then looked at Dad. "Fang Yihai, can we talk?"
"Of course."
They left, going to a secluded place, leaving me alone with Zhao Yuping.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuping walked around the table and sat beside me. Suddenly, the scent of her full, delicate body wafted into my nose.
Suddenly, I saw her two round, full breasts, almost half of a snowy white sphere rising, full and towering, incredibly alluring, the deep cleavage shining under the light.
I was stunned.
In an instant, my crotch hardened. She was hot and fiery, and her two big, round breasts were so full and perky, as if about to burst out of her clothes. As a young boy, I couldn't handle it and immediately got hard.
I didn't know if she meant to or not. Thinking she was my stepmother, I couldn't calm down, and my heart raced, my crotch tenting more and more.
"Hey, Xiao Fan, your thing seems to be standing up," Zhao Yuping said with a coquettish laugh.
"I… I… Aunt Zhao, I didn't mean to."
"Don't be afraid. Auntie has been through this. It's normal," she said.
But I still didn't feel at ease.
Because it was a bit embarrassing.
But then, to my shock, Zhao Yuping suddenly reached out her slender finger and pressed it on the tip of my tenting crotch. Instantly, a tingling sensation spread from my urethra, and a wave of pleasure was about to burst out.
I almost collapsed on the chair, unable to resist her teasing.
"Aunt Zhao, don't… don't do this… there are so many people here."
"It's okay, they can't see." She smiled like a fox. "Little guy, don't be afraid. I won't tell anyone. I just want to get along with you."
"Get along?"
"Yeah, I married your dad, so I'm your stepmom. How could I not get along with you?"
I was helpless.
At that moment, a voice called out, "Xiao Fan!"
"Uncle Qi?"
I was surprised to see Uncle Qi here.
With Uncle Qi here, my embarrassment was finally relieved, and Zhao Yuping withdrew her hand.
"Who is this?" Uncle Qi looked at Zhao Yuping.
"Oh, she's a friend of my mom," I said casually.
"Vice Mayor Su is here too?" A look of surprise and joy flashed in Uncle Qi's eyes.
I noticed Uncle Qi was dressed very formally, wearing a suit, though outdated, with a well-worn white shirt. He seemed to have tried to tidy himself up but looked a bit rustic and honest.
I nodded and asked, "Uncle Qi, did you come here alone?"
Uncle Qi smiled, "I came to see a friend. I'll go tell them first, then come back."
Uncle Qi left and went to a nearby table, where a woman sat opposite him.
The woman was dressed plainly, wore glasses, and was not very attractive. She was about the same age as Uncle Qi, sitting with an air of superiority. Uncle Qi seemed a bit nervous and submissive.
I wasn't stupid I immediately realized Uncle Qi was here on a blind date, and the woman was his date.
Uncle Qi had been single for over ten years since his wife died in a car accident. He had never looked for another woman and had even masturbated using Mom's underwear and bra. So coming on a blind date was natural.
But Uncle Qi's date was not impressive. She was very domineering, constantly talking, almost silencing Uncle Qi.
Uncle Qi was too kind, often pouring her water and serving her. I felt a bit sorry for him.
Then, suddenly, someone came up to Uncle Qi.
I was shocked.
It was Mom!
Mom walked up to Uncle Qi. At first, he didn't notice, but then he smelled her fragrance, looked up, and was shocked.
Mom's aura was indescribable but very strong. Just standing there was enough to make people nervous.
Some officials older than Mom would lower their heads when they saw her, partly because she had the means to control them, and partly because of her aura.
Mom was strong and unafraid. Standing next to Uncle Qi, she was like a mountain, making the woman on the blind date stunned.
Uncle Qi looked at Mom, disbelief on his face, mouth open, "Su…"
"Qi He!" Mom interrupted. "Aren't you going to introduce me?"
The woman looked a bit guilty. "Why do you care who I am? Qi He, are you really here for a blind date? There shouldn't be unrelated people here. If you don't want to be here, I'll leave and tell Aunt Wang."
Qi He tried to stand but was pushed back into his chair by Mom's jade hand.
Qi He looked at Mom's hand on his shoulder, feeling flattered and a bit confused.
Mom looked at the woman. "What do you do?"
"I… I'm in company management," the woman said proudly.
Mom nodded and looked at Qi He. "You're my secretary. She doesn't deserve you."
"You!"
The woman's face changed sharply. She was confident, but Mom's words were like a slap, making her angry and resentful.
"You say I don't deserve him? He's the one who doesn't deserve me!" the woman said angrily.
"He's the vice mayor's secretary."
"How come I didn't know?" The woman looked sharply at Qi He.
Qi He hadn't told her, not wanting to show off. The woman was surprised.
But that wasn't all...
"And the vice mayor is me," Mom added. "Now, do you still think you deserve him?"
Those words ended the woman's struggle. Compared to Mom, in temperament, looks, and figure, she was completely crushed one was on the ground, the other in the sky.
The woman struggled, bit her lip, and left.
Qi He was helpless, stood up, and respectfully said, "Vice Mayor Su, thank you!"
"No need to thank me," Mom said lightly, walking toward me.
At that moment, Dad had returned. He stood beside Zhao Yuping, looking at Mom with a dazed expression.
After a moment, Dad sighed, "You're still as strong as ever, keeping strangers away."
"I'm just a woman. If I weren't strong, how could I take care of myself and Fan Fan?"
"Alright... let's not talk about this. Let's eat." Dad looked at me. "Fan Fan, are you hungry?"
I nodded.
Dad smiled and patted my head.
I felt a bit of distance between us.
But I didn't shy away.
The meal lasted nearly half an hour. Except for Zhao Yuping's occasional clear, lovely laughter, Mom remained very cold.
Dad occasionally said a few words, and Mom responded lightly. I sat beside Mom silently, feeling awkward, wanting to finish quickly and leave.
I thought I'd be very happy to see Dad, but unfortunately, I wasn't too excited. Ten years of estrangement and distance couldn't be resolved in one meal.
After eating, Dad left with Zhao Yuping, leaving his number with me, saying to call if I needed anything.
After they left, Mom got up and took me out of the restaurant.
Mom was unsteady, her full body almost about to fall. I hurried to support her. She smiled and said, "It's nothing."
"Mom, you don't look well. How could it be nothing?"
"I said it's nothing." To prove it, Mom pushed me away and took a few steps forward.
In high heels, she was tall and slender, her long, straight legs white as jade, moving with a unique allure. Her full, round buttocks, wrapped in a skirt, swayed with every step, incredibly tempting in the night.
Suddenly, a man with lecherous eyes approached Mom, smiling, "Beautiful lady, let me take you home." He reached out to grab Mom's delicate arm.
Mom looked a bit dazed. I remembered she had drunk a lot during dinner.
The man was excited, his eyes drifting to Mom's chest. Through her off-shoulder neckline, he saw her full, proud breasts, round as plates, white and soft, swaying inside the neckline.
But the man wasn't satisfied. His hand grabbed Mom's buttocks through her skirt, squeezing hard.
I saw the man's excited, lecherous expression, as if he had taken some aphrodisiac. His hand instinctively tried to wrap around Mom's slender waist.
But just then, a figure rushed over and slapped the man on the head!
"Ah!!!"
The man screamed like a slaughtered pig.
I was stunned it was Uncle Qi!
Uncle Qi wore black-rimmed glasses, with an honest, simple face that made him look like someone anyone could bully.
But now, his face was fierce, his eyes filled with killing intent, holding a big stone, glaring at the man he had just hit.
The man wanted to retaliate, but seeing Uncle Qi's fierce face and the stone in his hand, he got scared and ran away, covering his head.
Uncle Qi threw the stone on the ground, looking at Mom with concern. "Vice Mayor Su, are you okay?"
Mom's head was still a bit dizzy but she had recovered somewhat. "Why haven't you left yet?"
"Well... I'm the only one at home. No point going back early. I want to stay with Vice Mayor Su. I'm glad you're okay; otherwise, I'd feel terrible."
"You..." Mom's beautiful eyes showed a complicated expression. "Have you been drinking?"
Uncle Qi shook his head. "You know, I usually don't drink."
"Good. Then drive me and Fan Fan home."
"Okay, okay!"
Uncle Qi smiled excitedly and agreed.
...
Uncle Qi drove, Mom and I sat in the back.
When Mom got out of the car, she accidentally hit her forehead on the car door and cried out in pain. Uncle Qi rushed over.
"Are you okay?" Uncle Qi asked.
"I hit my forehead. Do you think it's okay?" Mom, sobering up, shot him a glance.
"That must hurt."
"Of course it does," Mom said. "Why don't you rub it for me?"
Uncle Qi looked embarrassed, wanting to rub Mom but afraid. He raised his hand several times but didn't dare. His courage was too small in front of Mom.
"If you don't want to, forget it," Mom pushed him away and walked outside.
But maybe she was too hurried. She was wearing high heels and twisted her ankle, bending down to sit. Just as she was about to sit, Uncle Qi quickly caught her.
Their posture was a bit too intimate. Mom knelt on one knee and fell backward, and Uncle Qi bent down. As Mom fell, her back rested against Uncle Qi's crotch.
Uncle Qi's crotch was clearly tenting, huge and impressive. Though smaller than Zhong Niu's, it was still very obvious.
Mom's beautiful, mature face flushed like sunset, burning hot. Suddenly, I realized Uncle Qi's hand was on Mom's snowy butt, lifting it.
As Mom sat down, her round, perky butt was fully exposed, the shape like a ripe peach, full and firm, especially under the tight blue striped skirt, making my blood boil.
Uncle Qi's face flushed. He held Mom's plump, perky butt, feeling its amazing elasticity and softness. Having been single for over twenty years, his blood was boiling, veins bulging on his forehead.
Under Uncle Qi's crotch, his thick, hard, hot rod tented higher and higher, pressing against Mom's fragrant back.
Not only that, Uncle Qi's other hand was wrapped around Mom's full, soft breasts, seemingly holding her slender waist, but actually supporting her heavy, round breasts, making them look even more perky and full, with glimpses of snowy flesh peeking from the neckline, as if about to burst.
Coincidence? Accident?
I think it was a coincidence.
Uncle Qi's breathing was heavy, his face flushed with excitement, but he was still afraid of Mom's usual authority, so he didn't dare move recklessly.
But his big tented rod pressed against Mom's back through his pants, and the sensation made him feel like he was flying.
This intimate scene, except for the one time he was rough in the living room, had never happened before.
I saw this erotic scene and hurried over. "Mom, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just twisted my ankle," Mom said lightly.
"How can you be fine, Vice Mayor Su? Let me carry you up," Uncle Qi said.
Mom shook her head.
But this time, Uncle Qi was very strong. One hand on Mom's back, the other under her knee, he lifted her up.
"Xiao Fan, close the car door," Uncle Qi said.
"Okay."
I closed the door and followed.
The apartment had an elevator, but since we lived on the third floor, Uncle Qi chose to carry Mom up the stairs. I followed.
Uncle Qi was in his forties, a bit old-looking, wearing glasses, looking rustic and honest.
Though he was a bit thin, he was very strong, carrying Mom up the stairs without complaint.
Mom's full, tall body was in Uncle Qi's arms. Her jade hands had nowhere to rest, and her white, tender cheeks flushed.
Suddenly, Mom let out a low moan.
I was curious and looked closely. To my surprise, Mom's beautiful butt was just touching Uncle Qi's tented crotch, separated only by clothes, with almost no gap.
Mom's beautiful butt was tightly wrapped in a blue striped skirt, looking even more full and round. Uncle Qi's big tented rod was pressing right between her thick, plump buttocks.
Every time Uncle Qi took a step up, his big rod pressed hard against Mom's butt crack through the fabric. Though separated by cloth, Mom could definitely feel his size.
Mom's cheeks were warm and moist, with a hint of shyness. With me here, she seemed a bit hesitant, so she let Uncle Qi hold her.
But every step up, Uncle Qi's rod pressed against her butt crack, a feeling Mom had never experienced. I didn't know what she thought, but it definitely stimulated her.
As for me, I was calmer. Though a bit jealous of Uncle Qi, I could only accept it. With his courage, he wouldn't dare do anything reckless to Mom just taking advantage.
Mom bit her lips, almost biting them raw.
Finally, we reached the door.
Mom said, "Alright, Secretary Qi, you can put me down now."
But Uncle Qi said, "Wait a moment. I'll take Vice Mayor Su inside... Xiao Fan, open the door. Vice Mayor Su is so heavy, I'm almost crushed."
Women care a lot about their weight. When I opened the door, I suddenly heard Uncle Qi let out a low groan. I turned and saw Mom had just pinched Uncle Qi hard.
But Uncle Qi wasn't angry. Instead, he smiled foolishly, very happy.
Also, I clearly saw Uncle Qi's tented rod pressing against Mom's full, round butt, pushing the skirt fabric up.
I stepped aside, and Uncle Qi carried Mom into the living room.
"Vice Mayor Su, do you want me to put you on the sofa or the floor?"
"What do you think?" Mom glanced at Uncle Qi with watery eyes, then looked at the sofa. "Put me on the sofa."
"Okay!"
Uncle Qi carried Mom to the sofa, but then he stumbled and sat down, with Mom still in his arms.
With a groan, Mom's perfect, round butt pressed down on Uncle Qi's crotch, completely crushing his tent.
Uncle Qi broke out in cold sweat. Being pressed there must have been very uncomfortable. I asked, "Uncle Qi, are you okay?"
"I'm... okay," Uncle Qi said, forcing a smile.
"Good," I said, pretending not to know. "Mom, is there anything I can help with?"
"You... go buy some bruising medicine from the pharmacy outside the community."
"Okay."
I immediately did as told.
I went to the pharmacy, bought the medicine, but didn't go back immediately. Instead, I took out my phone and opened the home surveillance screen, wanting to see what happened between them.
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