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Chapter 10 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation
The bedroom was still shrouded in darkness; the power hadn't returned, and only the candle on the nightstand continued to burn, its small flame casting a dim, murky glow across the room.
Within that heavy atmosphere, a distinct, unusual sound broke the silence.
"Pa pa pa pa…"
It was the sound of flesh striking flesh at first, soft and not particularly intense.
But gradually, the sound grew louder and more pronounced.
On the large bed in the bedroom, there were two people.
One was an old, scruffy man lying on his back, his hair already white, his appearance unkempt and even a bit lecherous. In any crowd, he would be mistaken for a vagrant, someone whose very existence seemed a waste of resources.
The other was a woman, sitting astride the old man's hips.
This woman was indescribably beautiful cold as an iceberg, stunningly gorgeous, with a mature and proud allure, her figure voluptuous and tall.
As she straddled the old man, her long legs bent behind her, though her nightgown covered her, hiding the mysteries beneath.
This woman was my mother the icy goddess in the eyes of many.
She was not an innocent girl, nor an ordinary woman, but a powerful, high-status, and famously aloof figure, and she had been married.
Later, she divorced.
Even so, as a single woman, she was still pursued by countless suitors.
Yet Mom never accepted any of them, always keeping herself above reproach. Other than my father, she'd only had relations with one or two people a boy my age named Zhong Niu, and her former secretary.
But those affairs ended without result.
Now, however, Mom was joined with this old man.
The scene, displayed on my computer screen, was so shocking I could hardly believe it yet I had no choice but to accept it.
Because it was happening right before my eyes, and denying it would only be lying to myself.
Even though this was from a few days ago, already in the past, seeing it now still struck me like a bolt of lightning.
I clenched my fists, but there was nothing I could do.
On the screen, Mom sat on Old Jiao, her hips pressed tightly to his, his face full of pleasure as he thrust upward. There was no way nothing was happening between them.
Still, I hoped it wasn't real after all, her nightgown covered everything, so I couldn't see directly.
But I knew that was just wishful thinking.
Suddenly, Mom leaned forward not just sitting, but kneeling astride Old Jiao's waist, her hands on either side of his body for balance. As she leaned down, her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, adding to her allure.
"Ow…" Old Jiao suddenly cried out in pain, his face contorting.
"What's wrong?" Mom asked.
"My leg… it suddenly hurts…" Old Jiao's expression didn't look fake.
Mom was silent for a moment, seeming hesitant, then said, "Then… don't move. I'll do it."
Old Jiao nodded, smiling. "Girl, you're so considerate."
Mom said nothing, but leaned down even further, so she was almost lying on top of Old Jiao, but not quite there was just a bit of space between them.
As she lowered herself, her nightgown outlined her perfect curves, and her snowy hips were especially prominent.
Bent over, her hips naturally arched upward, the curve from waist to hip accentuated, her body's lines on full display.
The nightgown's silk was so thin and smooth that her peach-shaped hips seemed to flow upward from wide to narrow; from above, the view was breathtaking.
Old Jiao couldn't see it, but from the camera angle, I could and it was stunning.
Once again, I felt my crotch tenting, and couldn't help but reach down and start stroking myself.
On the screen, Mom, nearly lying on top of Old Jiao, began to move her hips.
Their private parts were clearly joined. Because Mom was bent over, I couldn't see her face, but with Old Jiao's size, could she really handle it?
At first, her movements were gentle lifting her hips slightly, arching them high, then slowly lowering herself, as if adjusting.
"Ugh…" Old Jiao moaned in pleasure, his face blissful.
Mom made no sound, just raised her hips and pressed down again.
"Oh… feels so good…" Old Jiao cried out.
But then Mom reached out her snowy hand and clamped it over his mouth. "Don't shout!"
In the dimness, Old Jiao's eyes widened, then he nodded quickly.
Seeing this, Mom relaxed a little, but the next moment, she let out a surprised gasp.
It turned out Old Jiao's hands weren't idle both of them slipped up under Mom's nightgown, lifting it up.
In an instant, in the faint light, Mom's perfect snowy hips were fully exposed.
Her buttocks were firm and full, skin smooth and white, round and bouncy, but now Old Jiao's calloused hands grabbed them and squeezed hard.
The soft flesh bulged between his fingers, and Mom gasped, "Don't… don't grab…"
Old Jiao said, "Girl, just let me squeeze you've got the most elastic butt I've ever felt."
"You…"
"Come on, girl, faster this is too slow," Old Jiao urged.
"Mm," Mom actually replied softly.
The next moment, her proud, full hips began to move faster.
Up, down.
Slap!
From slow to fast.
Pa pa pa pa…
Soon, the bedroom was filled with the sound again.
"Oh…" Old Jiao groaned, lowering his voice, "Fucking you… girl… fucking you…"
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