Chapter 1My mother's name is Shen Xiuqin, and she's already forty-three years old. When she was young, she was a beautiful woman. And after all these years have passed, perhaps due to good maintenance, or maybe because the years that have gone by haven't left any traces on her at all, she still looks like she's only in her thirties. She's 1.65 meters tall, with large phoenix eyes as clear as water, long and lustrous black eyelashes, slender and bright willow-shaped eyebrows, a straight and delicate nose bridge, and charming, full red lips. That oval face, round as a goose egg, has almost no flaws, and her skin is also delicate and fair. Her figure is full yet well-proportioned, without any excess flesh; especially her pair of high, firm breasts that remain round and upright, and her legs that are still long and shapely.
She was originally a union officer at the county's Commerce Bureau. A few years ago, due to institutional reforms in government agencies, the Commerce Bureau was dissolved, and she was laid off. To reduce the family's burden while unemployed at home, she borrowed some money from relatives and friends to make her own living, opening a medium-sized restaurant with fairly good business. This type of service industry inevitably involves dealing with various people from society, but because she's not only mature and beautiful and quite popular, but also courteous and very good at socializing, there had never been any trouble. My father and I were both very proud of her capability, until that day,
I was a boarding student in my first year of high school, basically only going home once every two weeks, and this week I didn't need to go home.
On the weekend, I pooled money with several classmates to go play in Haitian City, thirty kilometers from our county. They said the bars in Haitian were all great, with many beautiful girls inside, so we wanted to go see for ourselves. At exactly seven in the evening, we took the bus to Haitian City. After eating dinner at KFC, we took a taxi to 'SOS' bar, one of the three best bars in Haitian City. After going inside, we found we had arrived a bit early, so we found seats at the bar. One guy who had been there before went to order drinks.
I observed the place, the decoration was quite trendy, displaying postmodern style from inside to out. As time passed, people began trickling in, and the band in the middle of the dance floor kept performing. After drinking a few glasses, I felt the need to urinate, so I got up and went to the restroom. Just as I finished and came out of the restroom, a familiar figure caught my eye: my mother walked in through the front door, arm in arm with a young-looking man! I quickly hid back in the restroom, feeling somewhat puzzled, could this be an affair?
With questions in mind, I quietly followed behind the two of them. Due to the crowd and dim lighting, I didn't need to worry about them discovering me. I saw them casually find a couple's seat and sit down. Today my mother had taken off the women's business suit I usually saw her in, wearing instead a women's silk embroidered long-sleeved shirt, low-waist jeans, and fashionable high heels that looked particularly charming on her. Her slightly wavy hair, which was usually pinned up with clips, now cascaded over her fragrant shoulders. The young man appeared to be about 1.8 meters tall, with neat short hair, also wearing a shirt and jeans. After ordering a bottle of red wine and some snacks, the two began chatting.
The bar's music was loud, so they sat very close together. The young man put his hand on my mother's waist, his mouth close to her ear saying something. My mother maintained a sweet smile throughout, occasionally playfully hitting him.
The two looked very intimate together. After ten o'clock, the first dance session began, and I saw my mother being pulled into the dance floor by the young man. At first she seemed unaccustomed to it, keeping her head down and standing there somewhat stiffly with the young man, only swaying slightly with the vibrations of the spring floor. The young man performed boldly and wildly, constantly twisting his waist and shaking his shoulders, his head shaking like a rattle drum. After dancing for a while, seeing that my mother still couldn't let loose, he embraced her still-slender waist without excess flesh, leaned his head near her ear to say a few words, then held her as they swayed left and right together. My mother seemed shy as she buried her head in his chest, placing her hands on his shoulders and swaying left and right with him. The dazzling disco lights shining on them and others dancing in the dance floor created a brilliant spectacle. Combined with the passionate music and the DJ's high-pitched voice, the atmosphere was filled with passion and wild dancing.
My mother was gradually moved by the dance floor atmosphere and became more relaxed. Her head left the young man's chest as she shook her slightly curly long hair, moving continuously; seeing this, the young man slowly moved behind her, his hands still embracing her slender waist, his lower body pressed tightly against my mother's buttocks; she also reached back with both hands to encircle the young man's neck. The two seemed to become like conjoined twins, swaying back and forth. After dancing for nearly an hour, the two came down from the dance floor and walked directly toward the main entrance. Seeing they were about to leave, I told my classmates I felt unwell and would return to the county first, then quickly followed the pair.
At the entrance, I saw the two get into a Buick Regal sedan, so I also called a taxi and had the driver follow their car.
They drove to a Holiday Inn, parked, and went inside. I waited outside for about fifteen minutes before also going in and asking the front desk for a room adjacent to theirs. After getting the room card, I didn't take the elevator but used the fire escape stairs to go upstairs. After entering my own room, I heard faint moaning and shouting sounds coming from next door. I pressed my head against the wall to listen carefully.
"Oh, oh, faster, harder!" I heard my mother's voice making what sounded like incredibly lewd cries. "Does it feel good, Sister Qin? Does it feel good?" the young man also asked urgently.
"Good, oh, so good!" came the wanton reply.
"Hehe, watching you dance earlier made me want to do you!" the young man also teased my mother quite frivolously.
"You're terrible, ah, I, I'm about to come, ah!" I heard my mother complain to him before letting out a high-pitched scream, then there was silence, only the sound of their bodies colliding still echoing in my ears. After about twenty more minutes, the young man probably felt he was about to ejaculate and shouted to my mother: "Ah, baby, I, I'm going to come!" Upon hearing this, my mother immediately cried out shamelessly: "Come on, shoot it in, shoot it in!" As soon as she finished speaking, I heard the young man roaring "Ah! Ah! Ah!" as he shot all his hot semen into my mother's womb. It immediately became quiet inside.
Two or three minutes later, my mother's tender voice came from inside. She asked the young man in a low voice: "Xiao Xia, do you think I'm very lewd? Very shameless?" He laughed and said: "Sister Qin, I love you just like this. The more you're like this, the more I like you. If you didn't have to go home tonight, I'd want to do it with you again."
"Oh my, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. If I don't go home tonight, my husband will get suspicious," my mother replied softly with a smile.
Hearing this, I slowly walked to the bed and lay down, my mind in complete chaos. I never imagined that my mother, who had always been virtuous and generous in front of the family, gentle and considerate to my father and me, and shrewd and capable in running the restaurant, would actually have an affair with another man, and with such a young man at that. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but clench my fists, very much wanting to rush into their room and beat up that man called Xiao Xia. But thinking that doing so would make my mother lose face, I hesitated greatly. I thought about it most of the night without any clear ideas, not even knowing when they left.
I fell asleep in this dazed state.