Chapter 2
The weather was starting to get hot in early summer. I sat in the classroom listlessly listening to the teacher's lecture. It had been about a week since I discovered my mother's affair. After this last class today, I could go home. I was thinking: Had they slept together again this week? How many times?
The bell rang on time. I said goodbye to a few close classmates and left school. When I got home, as soon as I entered, I glanced at the sofa and saw my mother's purse, but she wasn't in the living room, and there was no sound from the kitchen. I wasn't sure if my mother was in my room tidying up, so I peeked into my room, but she wasn't there either. I found this strange, and then I heard sounds coming from my mother's room. I tiptoed toward her room. The door was slightly ajar, and I peeked inside to see my mother lying on the bed talking on the phone.
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"My son is coming home today, so let's not do it," she said. She was wearing her usual work outfit from the restaurant: a navy blue women's blazer with a pure white shirt underneath. Her navy blue knee-length skirt had rolled up because she was lying on the bed, and through the slits on both sides, I could clearly see her beautiful legs. In fact, her entire thighs were exposed. Her alluring charm made me swallow involuntarily.
I heard her continue on the phone: "What? My husband? He's going to play mahjong with colleagues tonight, he won't be home." At this point, I suspected the person on the other end was probably that Xiao Xia. So I resolutely decided to see where he and my mother would go tonight. I walked to the living room, loudly dropped my backpack on the sofa, and then immediately ran to my mother's room. She looked at me nervously as I entered her room.
"Mom, I made plans with a classmate to play computer games at his house tonight, is that okay?" I asked her. She hadn't hung up the phone yet, and with a smile that was slightly awkward, she answered, "You're back. Go take a shower first, then eat before you go. But don't stay out too late, okay?"
"Okay, Mom," I agreed verbally, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I immediately ran to the bathroom and turned on the water. Then I tiptoed back to her door to continue listening to their conversation.
"No, what if he suddenly comes back? It's not possible," my mother said into the phone.
"Don't be like this, tonight really won't work," she pleaded. I don't know what was said on the other end, but my mother's tone clearly showed some anger, though she still spoke softly: "How can you be like this? If you want me to come, you should at least discuss it with me." After a pause, I heard her say, "Fine, see you then." She had obviously reluctantly agreed. I heard her hang up the phone and quickly ran back to the bathroom to start showering.
After I finished and came out, I found that my mother had already prepared dinner. We sat down and started eating. During the meal, she asked about my studies and health, and reminded me to study hard at school so I could get into a good university in the future, and so on. Eating the home-cooked dishes she had prepared, I couldn't taste anything, I just mechanically putting food in my mouth while vaguely agreeing with her.
After hastily finishing the meal, I said goodbye to her and left home. I hid at the corner of the garage on the first floor, waiting for my mother to come down.
The watch on my wrist pointed to quarter past seven in the evening. Just as I was getting impatient, I heard the sound of a door closing upstairs and the "click-clack" of high heels on the corridor. My mother had changed her outfit: she was wearing a dark green short-sleeved lace dress. The upper part above the chest was made of transparent thin gauze material. Although there was a layer of clothing underneath, her full, firm breasts pushed the front of the dress outward, revealing a deep cleavage from the outside. Below, she wore flesh-colored stockings and a pair of black strap high heels, which made her buttocks appear even rounder. Her hair was still spread over her shoulders like last time.
I followed her on my electric bicycle from a distance as she left our community gate. After walking for about ten minutes, she reached the intersection of Haibin Road and got into Xiao Xia's Buick car. Afraid of losing them, I rode at full speed behind them, just not too close for fear of being discovered by my mother. The car passed through Changxing Road and Anyang Road, then headed toward the northern suburbs of the county town. I had heard from my classmates that there wasn't much to do in the northern suburbs of our county. There was only a residential area called Yunfei Community developed by a Hong Kong real estate company. The environment inside the community was very good; there were not only villas but also many single apartments favored by wealthy single people and gold-collar workers. Just the cheapest single apartment would cost around five thousand yuan (700$) per month to rent. This man called Xiao Xia apparently lived there.
Sure enough, as I expected, the car slowly entered the Yunfei community gate. I couldn't enter the community, so I could only wait far from the gate for them to come out again. I took out cigarettes from my pocket, lit one, took a puff, and exhaled. In my mind, I recalled my mother's tantalizing moans that I had overheard at the hotel that time. I wondered silently: How did they start? Was my mother seduced by him or—gradually, I had almost finished half a pack of cigarettes. Looking at my watch, it was almost ten o'clock. They should be coming out soon, right?
Just as I was thinking this, I saw the Buick drive out of the gate and head back toward the city. I hurriedly followed, wondering where else they might go. But I soon discovered that the car was heading in the direction of my home, so it seemed they wouldn't be going anywhere else tonight. After more than forty minutes, the car arrived at my community and stopped under our building. I parked my electric bike and hid behind a tree, secretly observing what was happening inside the car: I saw my mother's entire body leaning on Xiao Xia, and he was also embracing her with both arms as they kissed passionately.
After a while, Xiao Xia's hand reached under my mother's skirt and pulled her underwear down to her thighs. My mother's mouth was slightly open, her head tilted back, her shoulder-length wavy hair hanging down like a waterfall. One of Xiao Xia's hands was inserted into my mother's vagina, moving in and out. After a few minutes, she seemed to get excited, suddenly hugging Xiao Xia's head and kissing him wildly. Xiao Xia's hand reached inside my mother's black lace bra, gripping and kneading her plump breasts. After a while, without even taking off her clothes, she straddled Xiao Xia's lap. After adjusting the driver's seat position, his hands were pulled by my already aroused mother to her waist. He pulled down her bra and brought his mouth up to lick and suck. The black bra hung on my mother's stomach, with part of the dress hanging on her arms, looking very seductive.
My mother also cooperatively unbuckled his belt, took out his already hardened penis, and with a slight lift of her buttocks, inserted it. The two began to have sex in the car. While their bodies moved below, their mouths were tightly locked in kisses. Their joined parts didn't slow down despite the passionate kissing above. My mother's jade buttocks sat on his penis, grinding continuously. Her legs were placed on the seat due to the change in position, tightly squeezing Xiao Xia's buttocks.
Her exposed breasts hung on her chest like papayas. Xiao Xia's chest leaned against them, his tongue on my mother's pink neck where a few strands of messy hair had fallen, and a bit higher on her earlobe, continuously sucking, licking, and gently biting. Their mouths still frequently joined together. Both of their throats were constantly moving, and even when they occasionally parted, their tongues were still intertwined. The movement below hadn't stopped either, with Xiao Xia's waist still thrusting continuously. After some time, Xiao Xia held my mother's waist, speeding up and thrusting upward forcefully, while she hugged his head, both lost completely in their passion. The car also swayed left and right with their movements, rocking violently.
Finally, they both let out a muffled groan and held each other, laying motionless. A minute or two later, my mother sat back in her seat, cleaning herself and putting on her clothes. Xiao Xia also quickly fastened his pants, and they got out of the car together and went upstairs. Seeing the corridor light in our building turn on, I quietly sneaked into the garage. Hiding there, I heard my mother saying softly at our door: "That's enough, you've worn me out tonight. Go home now. You were really bold just now, fortunately no one saw us, otherwise it would have been trouble."
"Sister Qin, you're just too beautiful! There's definitely no one at your home now. Let me come in and we can do it one more time," the guy was clearly obsessed with my mother's body, wanting to have sex with her again after such a short time.
"No more, my bones are almost broken by you. Three times at your place, and once more just now downstairs, I'm really tired. Besides, what if my husband or son suddenly comes back? That would be terrible. Let's stop here for today," my mother replied.
"Well, alright then. Come, give me a kiss," Xiao Xia continued.
"You rascal, hurry up and go. Be careful on the road," I heard a "smack" sound as my mother kissed him on the cheek and casually said.
"Hehe, I'm leaving then, Sister Qin," he came down the stairs.
In the light, I saw his appearance: bright eyes above a high, straight nose; thick eyebrows, thin lips of appropriate size. He looked very handsome. No wonder my mother was so captivated by him.
I stayed in the garage for another half hour before going home. When I went in, I found she was already sleeping in the bedroom. Walking into the bathroom, I opened the washing machine and found that the clothes she had worn that evening were soaking in detergent, showing no signs of anything unusual. I thought my mother did a good job of keeping her secret. I went back to my own room, thinking about what had happened that night.