FM-V3-15

Chapter 15 - Fallen Mother - Volume Three - Extra 1 

Today, I went to pick up my mother, Su Zihan, from her office at the city government. 

When I arrived, the door was open. Mom was sitting at her office desk in professional attire, her hair styled like a flight attendant’s, revealing a clean forehead and a slightly flushed oval face. Her fitted business suit accentuated her aura. 

I said, “Wife, tired today?” as I entered. 

“Not too bad. You work so hard, and as the mayor’s mom, I can’t fall behind!” 

Mom bent forward, resting her chin on her hands, smiling at me. 

“You’re so good, just like our son and daughter,” I said, pinching her cheek. 

We prepared to leave. Mom said, “Son and daughter are staying with their grandma today. We’ll pick them up tomorrow.” She stood and took my hand. 

“Okay!” I held her hand tightly as we walked out. 

“I’ll tell the other leaders in the building. Honey, go get the car and wait for me at the door. I’ll lock up and come down.” Mom handed me her car keys. 

I saluted and said, “Yes, ma’am!!” She laughed. 

Watching her walk away, I noticed something odd her steps seemed awkward, and from a distance, her black stockings looked loose. Maybe it was my imagination. 

I drove out of the underground parking and stopped at the gate. Mom was waiting, standing elegantly. When she saw me, she opened the front right door and got in. As she lifted her leg, I glanced again at her stockings they did seem a bit loose. 

I wasn’t sure; the car’s dim light made it hard to see clearly. 

But I wanted to remind Mom to be careful after a long day, stockings can lose elasticity and deform. 

“Ready?” I asked. 

“Mm, yes. Drive safely!” 

Mom buckled up, and I drove home. 

After parking in the garage, we took the elevator to the front door. Mom took out her keys and opened the door. The house was dark; no lights on. Only the stairs to the second floor had a faint glow. I almost thought no one was home. 

Maybe because of the silence, I instinctively tiptoed, afraid to make noise. 

Walking upstairs, I finally heard faint sounds from Mom’s bedroom. 

“Little slut, you sure it’s today? I’ve saved a lot. Don’t let it be for nothing!” 

“Stop talking and fuck me already. I was so wet cooking for you. Without that time, I wouldn’t be like this.” 

“Wow! So wet. Looks like you’re really fertile today.” 

“Then what are you waiting for? Breed me! I want your child so badly, Master, fill me up!” 

Hearing this, though prepared, it felt like a hammer blow. 

Mom’s having Zhu Dezhi’s child? A little brother for me? Shouldn’t she have talked to me first? Why didn’t she tell me two days ago? 

Why? Why would Mom want a child with that man? Has she thought about what would happen to me? Does she not love me anymore? 

A flood of questions trapped me, and I couldn’t move. 

“Ah! Master, you’re inside! So full!” 

“Whew! Damn, you’re so tight, slut. I might not last.” 

“Don’t worry, husband! Daddy! Master! I feel so good today!” 

“Faster! Fuck me! I’m coming!” 

Mom climaxed quickly. Zhu Dezhi stopped thrusting, buried himself deep, and enjoyed her spasms. He glanced at the door, wondering why I hadn’t come. 

“Master !! What are you looking at?” 

Su Zihan wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down, whispering: 

“Daddy, hurry, my eggs can’t wait. Breed your little bitch’s eggs.” 

Her soft plea made his cock throb, growing thicker and longer. 

He forgot his surprise and pounded her furiously, feeling his waist ache, while saying: 

“Slut, I’ll fuck you till you’re pregnant, give me a fat boy.” 

“Ah! I’ll give you a whole litter! As many as you want, just fuck me forever!” 

Her cries pulled me out of my stupor. I rushed downstairs, grabbed a kitchen knife, and ran upstairs. 

Zhu Dezhi heard the footsteps and prepared himself. 

I appeared at the bed, knife raised. Though fierce-looking, I was just a kid, so my movements were slow. 

Mom saw me and shouted, “Fanfan, don’t!” 

Maybe her voice stopped me. Zhu Dezhi kicked me hard; I stumbled and dropped the knife. 

“Fanfan, are you okay?” 

Mom tried to get up, but Zhu Dezhi grabbed her ankles and bent her over, resuming his furious thrusts. 

Pleasure overwhelmed her; she lay limp, raising her hips to meet him. 

Zhu Dezhi didn’t stop. He glanced at Mom, then at me: 

“Stupid son, you’re back. Good. Watch me breed your mom. How about two more brothers after this one?” 

“Master! Don’t hurt Fanfan!” 

Zhu Dezhi ignored her and said: 

“Were you listening downstairs? You heard what your mom said while I fucked her, right?” 

I stood, clutching my chest, glaring: 

“My mom’s enduring this for me. She said those things so you wouldn’t hurt me.” 

He stopped, buried himself deep, and looked at me like a stranger: 

“Oh, your talking’s improved. Good, didn’t waste my words.” 

“But you’re still too green to play with me.” 

He looked at Mom with a disgusting smile: 

“Little bitch, let’s end this. Don’t say I’m cruel. If you don’t want to be with me, I’ll leave. You can take your revenge. If I beg, I’ll die a miserable death. Deal?” 

Mom’s face was conflicted. As he pulled out, she looked reluctant. 

I felt dread. Sure enough, within three minutes, I saw her reach down, grab his cock covered in her juices, and guide it back in. 

Zhu Dezhi smiled smugly, letting her guide him back inside. 

But she wasn’t satisfied. She grabbed his scrotum, looked at me, and said: 

“Sorry, Fanfan. Mom can’t live without him. Sorry, Fanfan, it’s my fault!” 

As he swelled inside her, she realized she was about to conceive. She pleaded softly to me: 

“Fanfan, please listen to Mom one last time… it’s late. Go to bed, okay?” 

“No!” 

Before I could answer, Zhu Dezhi said: 

“We’re making your little brother. You have to witness it. Stand there and watch me breed your mom.” 

Despair rose in my eyes, but I hoped Mom could change his mind. 

But as she was about to speak, he pounded her furiously. 

In front of me, he fucked her sacred body. Fluids splattered. Mom’s shame turned to pleasure. 

She turned her face back, stared at him, endured his thrusts, and longed for his cock to fill her womb. 

Zhu Dezhi’s perverse desires weren’t satisfied. With me watching, he thought of humiliating her. 

He stopped, pulled out to the head, rubbed it at her entrance, fondled her tattooed ass, and grinned: 

“My slutty bitch, tell that bastard son what you are to me.” 

Though she saw me, her pride couldn’t withstand her desires. After hesitation, she shouted: 

“Daddy, isn’t it tattooed on your daughter’s ass?” 

“But Daddy forgot. Say it again.” 

Unable to resist, she shouted: 

“I’m Daddy’s mayor fleshlight, Daddy’s exclusive slut.” 

I knew Zhu Dezhi made her say this for me. What could I do? 

At that moment, life felt meaningless. I stood like a zombie, watching the couple climax. 

Her words opened the floodgates for Zhu Dezhi. Memories flashed her haughty attitude, their first training, the office, home, island. 

He imagined her six months pregnant, lying sideways as he fucked her from behind; later, nursing the baby while he sucked her other breast. 

Lost in these fantasies, his pleasure peaked. He spread her legs, pulled her into his arms. 

Su Zihan felt him swell inside, the head pressing her womb. 

As he pulsed, she reached new heights of pleasure. 

Unlike earlier wild cries, now she was her original self legs wrapped tightly, toes pressing his ass, forcing him deeper. 

Their bodies fused, his scrotum pulsed like a heart. 

The head pressed the womb as they shuddered, pumping his foul semen into her sacred womb. 

At her second climax, a perfect egg was released. 

Billions of sperm surrounded it; the strongest one burrowed in fiercely. 

In less than 0.01 seconds, a fertilized egg with their genes was formed, drifting to the uterus to implant and grow over ten months. 

Neither knew this. As climax faded, she stroked his back, her other hand never leaving his scrotum, coaxing more semen. 

After two minutes, he finished. Though soft, his cock still filled her tight vagina. 

As he tried to pull out, her legs clamped tighter. 

He looked puzzled. 

“The cervix hasn’t closed. I’m afraid it’ll leak.” 

He laughed, pleased she cherished his semen, and stayed. 

He fondled her breasts, slapped her tattooed ass. 

When her cervix closed, he pulled out. 

Just as he tried to rest, her arms tightened, pulling him back. 

Before he could ask why, she whispered: 

“Master, let Fanfan go to bed. I can’t face him now.” 

He smiled and said, “Kiss me.” 

Knowing she carried his child, she gave in, kissed him deeply. 

Her eyes full of tenderness and pleading, she clung to him but turned away from her son. 

Satisfied, Zhu Dezhi coldly said: 

“Little brat, what are you staring at? I’ve finished breeding your mom.” 

When my mom admitted she was Zhu Dezhi’s bitch, my mind went blank. I don’t remember what happened next. 

Only when I heard that bastard speak did I come to my senses and quietly left the bedroom. 

Before leaving, I heard their conversation behind me. 

“Heh, little bitch, the brat’s gone. Let’s go again. Just once more I’m afraid you won’t get pregnant.” 

“Idiot, if you call Fanfan that again, I won’t have your baby.” 

“Oh, I was just teasing the brat. Why so serious?” 

“If we have more kids, you can’t bully Fanfan, or I’ll take all three and leave you.” 

“Hahaha, good bitch, you really plan to give me three?” 

“Ah! Feels so good! As long as my body can handle it, I’ll have as many as you want!” 

“Good! From now on, we’ll make babies. I want the Zhu family to flourish.” 

“Ah! Yes! I’ll give you lots of sons!” 

Even after I left, their conversation didn’t stop. I turned on the computer and saw my mom on all fours, mounted by Zhu Dezhi like a real bitch. 

I finally understood I’d always been a clown, used by others. 

First Zhong Niu, then Qi Hao, then Old Jiao, now Zhu Dezhi they all used me to get to my mom. 

Maybe only if I disappeared would my mom truly be free. 

… 

Ten years later, Qingming Festival. 

In the cemetery on the outskirts, Su Zihan, now in her forties, stood before a grave in a black trench coat and dark sunglasses, placing a bouquet of flowers. 

After a while, she turned to a ten-year-old boy and a six-year-old girl and said softly: 

“Mingming, Lingling, bow to your brother.” 

The two children, faces full of innocence, obediently bowed. 

Just then, Su Zihan’s phone rang. Seeing “Master/Husband” on the screen, she smiled, answered, and said softly: 

“Hello, Lao Zhu?” 

“Yes, I’m at the cemetery. I’ll be home soon.” 

“Don’t worry, the doctor says our third child is developing well, even though I’m older.” 

“Idiot, it’s just that our bodies are good still able to have a third child at this age.” 

“Huh? Are you serious?” 

“Fine, who’s afraid? But if you die on me, I won’t visit your grave!” 

“Okay, and don’t go see that slut Zhao Xueying tonight. If I catch you a fifth time, I’ll break your third leg.” 

“Mm, mm, bye.” 

After hanging up, the two children looked at her curiously. The girl, Zhu Ling, asked: 

“Mom, people only have two legs. Why would you break Dad’s third leg?” 

Holding their hands, Su Zihan smiled happily, but didn’t explain. She just used that universal adult answer: 

“Lingling, you’re still young. You’ll understand when you’re older.” 

“Oh!” The innocent girl let her curiosity go and followed her mother to the car. 

After getting in, Ling, the now-aged secretary, turned and said: 

“Mayor Su, there’s some news. Do you want to hear it?” 

Still fixing her children’s clothes, Su Zihan didn’t stop, just asked: “What is it?” 

“Well, the city’s well-known entrepreneur, Fang Siming, died three hours ago from sudden illness. His two billion yuan estate all went to his youngest son, Fang Nianzhu.” 

“His funeral is tonight at eight. Do you want to go with Mr. Zhu?” 

Su Zihan froze so her last connection to the past was gone? 

After a long sigh, she said softly: “Forget it, no need. If I want to go, I’ll have Lao Zhu drive me.” 

As she spoke, she unconsciously touched her belly. Maybe it wasn’t obvious when standing, but sitting in the car, her slightly rounded belly showed after Zhu Ming and Zhu Ling, she was now pregnant with Zhu Dezhi’s third child. 

Back then, in that first breeding, their wild words in the heat of passion had come true. 

With the engine’s roar, the black government car carried Su Zihan, now mayor for five years, away from the cemetery. 

Among the many tombstones, only the one marked “Fangfan” had two bouquets one withered, one fresh as summer sunshine. Maybe soon, a new grave named “Fang Siming” would join them.