Chapter 4 – Fallen Mother
Zhong Niu's hips were trembling, his buttocks thrusting back and forth, causing that hot, enormous organ to keep lifting and twitching. From the glans, as large as an egg, stream after stream of white fluid shot out like a laser gun more than a dozen jets, an extraordinary amount splattering onto the floor and the wall.
Fortunately, my mother had already dodged to the side; otherwise, she really would have been hit in the face or on her body.
At this moment, my mother looked surprised, her beautiful eyes wide open, as if she had never seen such a scene before.
I had to admit, besides his natural endowment, even the way Zhong Niu ejaculated was far beyond ordinary people probably even more than most adults. As for me? Compared to him, I was a joke.
When I secretly watched videos and handled things myself, there were only two or three jets at most, and Zhong Niu's semen was much whiter than mine. Mine wasn't as clear as water, but it wasn't much better either.
Maybe it's just natural I really couldn't compare to Zhong Niu.
The bathroom was dead silent for a long while, with no movement at all. After Zhong Niu finished, his organ didn't go limp; instead, it stayed as hard and long as before, just hanging down, still impressive.
Zhong Niu's chest was heaving, and his expression finally changed a little. In his bloodshot, numb eyes, there seemed to be a hint of color and the emptiness that comes after release. Maybe his legs were numb from standing so long, or maybe he was weak after ejaculating, but his body shifted a bit.
At the same time, Zhong Niu slowly looked at my mother. My mother, who had been squatting on the ground, stood up, threw the towel back into the basin, and said, "Alright, Zhong Niu, you can wash yourself from here."
With that, my mother was about to come out. Seeing this, I quickly ran to sit by the bed I couldn't let my mother know I'd been peeking, or she'd be very angry. Just as I sat down, my mother came out.
I pretended to be surprised: "Mom, why were you in the bathroom?"
"Hmph, did you think I'd come looking for you? When did you get back?" my mother said, standing by the bathroom door and naturally closing it.
"Just now… Mom, I know I was wrong," I said.
"You… sigh, it's also my fault for not explaining things clearly. After all, I brought a child home to be your brother without warning you. That was abrupt of me." My mother sighed softly and sat beside me.
Then, my mother told me what she did that morning.
Last night, there was a torrential rain and strong wind. After going out, she learned that a house had collapsed on the mountain. Instinctively, as an official, she rushed over to check. When she arrived, she found someone buried in the collapsed house it was that middle-aged man.
Standing next to the collapsed house was a boy covered in mud. My mother asked and learned that the boy was the middle-aged man's son, but he had no relatives, so no one would take care of him. If things went on like that, he'd have to beg or scavenge for a living in the future.
Since that middle-aged man had once saved my life, and my mother is a deeply sentimental person, she decided to adopt the boy. That's how Zhong Niu came to be brought back by my mother.
"What do you think?" my mother asked me.
"Ah? I…" I thought for a while. I really wanted to tell my mother no, but then I remembered Zhong Niu's father had saved my life, so I could only quietly say, "Alright."
My mother nodded, "Good, you agreed. You can't go back on your word now."
What else could I say?
…
That afternoon, my mother took Zhong Niu and me down Duanlong Mountain by cable car. When we got to the car, I immediately sat in the front passenger seat partly out of habit, partly because I was afraid Zhong Niu might take my spot. I didn't know why, but I always felt that once Zhong Niu came to our home, my place in my mother's heart would change.
My mother, though attentive, didn't notice my feelings. She put Zhong Niu in the back seat, then drove us away from Duanlong Mountain.
After several hours, we finally got home. I was sweating all over and went to take a shower. When I came out, I saw Zhong Niu sitting on the sofa, watching the flat-screen TV on the wall. He seemed fascinated by the new things, staring at the TV and not noticing me at all.
At first, I didn't think much of it, but then I saw Zhong Niu was wearing a T-shirt a custom one, my favorite. I immediately got angry, walked over, and pointed at him, shouting, "Take off that shirt!"
"Auntie… gave… it to me…" Zhong Niu said softly, head lowered.
I was stunned.
"I don't care if my mom gave it to you or not. You're wearing my shirt. It's custom-made do you know how much it costs? I don't care, take it off now!"
"No!"
Zhong Niu crossed his arms over his chest, showing no intention of taking off the shirt. I got anxious and was about to grab it when my mother's voice came from behind: "Fan Fan, what are you doing!"
I turned around and saw my mother coming out of the bedroom, her beautiful face tinged with anger. I was a little scared, but for the sake of my shirt, I mustered my courage and said, "Mom, he's wearing my shirt! It's custom-made you know how expensive it is!"
"So what if it's expensive? I bought it anyway," my mother said coldly.
"Mom!"
"How many times have I told you not to be petty? I thought you'd grown up, but I didn't expect you to still be so immature!" my mother scolded me.
I shrank my neck. I understood the reasoning, but I was still upset. Seeing my mother angry, I didn't dare argue anymore, so I just lowered my head and didn't talk back.
My mother stared at me but didn't continue scolding. Cautiously, I looked up and saw her expression had softened. Usually, after she told me off, as long as I didn't talk back, she'd slowly calm down after all, I was her favorite son.
Her anger faded. She came over, gently said, "Fan Fan, remember, since you agreed, you have to accept everything. You can reason with me, but you absolutely can't act out. Understand? Otherwise… you might hurt others."
She lowered her voice at the end, as if to protect Zhong Niu's feelings.
"I understand…" I replied quietly.
My mother said nothing more and went into the kitchen. I glared fiercely at Zhong Niu and went back to my room, only coming out when my mother called me for dinner.
There were several dishes on the table, all cooked by my mother herself she was a great cook. Zhong Niu was already sitting at the table. I sat down, and my mother told us to eat.
During the meal, my mother kept picking food for Zhong Niu, saying, "Come on, Zhong Niu, you're too thin. Eat more."
I couldn't help but feel jealous and glanced at Zhong Niu across the table. He nervously took his bowl and nodded, gratefully saying, "Thank you, Auntie."
After eating, Zhong Niu got up to clear the dishes. My mother quickly said, "Zhong Niu, put them down!"
"Why?" Zhong Niu looked at my mother in confusion. "I want to help you, Auntie."