FM-V2-27

Chapter 27 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation 

Old Jiao’s move was so sudden that it caught Mom completely off guard. 

In an instant, her cheeks, already stretched full, bulged even more her red lips and Old Jiao’s thick, dark rod were sealed together, with not a sliver of space between them, as if fused. 

“Ohhh…” 

Old Jiao’s body trembled violently, especially his hips, which shook uncontrollably. 

He was clearly climaxing, finally releasing in a burst of excitement. 

For a moment, everything behind the security door was silent. 

Old Jiao braced himself against the door, his face full of satisfaction, mouth open, panting and breathing heavily, his chest heaving as if he’d just fought a battle. 

Kneeling beneath him, Mom lifted her chin, her beautiful eyes wide, lips still stuffed full she didn’t dare move. 

She couldn’t move! If she did, she might accidentally swallow Old Jiao’s entire load. 

It was silent for over ten seconds before Old Jiao even thought to pull out. Mom seemed annoyed, tapping his thigh until he finally reacted. 

“Oh, oh, sorry, girl, I didn’t notice. Open your mouth, I’ll pull it out now,” Old Jiao said, still basking in pleasure. 

Somehow, the words sounded off. 

Old Jiao slowly and carefully pulled his thick rod from Mom’s mouth. 

Only then did I realize how wide Mom’s mouth could open. 

Inside, her mouth was filled with thick, white fluid so much, and so dense. 

“Wait a sec, girl, I’ll get you a tissue.” 

Old Jiao hurried to the living room, grabbed some tissues, and brought them over. 

Mom took the tissues, spat the fluid into them, wrapped it up, then stood and went to the living room to toss it in the trash. She grabbed more tissues to wipe her mouth. 

But she wasn’t done. She set down her bag and quickly went into the kitchen, only coming out after a while. 

Old Jiao waited at the kitchen door. When Mom came out, he greeted her with a grin. 

“What, want to go again?” Mom asked, glancing at his still-hanging member. 

“No, no,” Old Jiao replied with a silly smile. “You have to go to work, one time is enough. Don’t rush when you’re in the mood, we’ll do it again, okay?” 

Who would have thought Old Jiao could be so reasonable? 

Mom was a bit surprised, and even a little satisfied. 

“Alright, I’m leaving. When Fan Fan gets home, watch him study.” 

“No problem, girl, leave it to me. I’ll make sure he studies hard.” 

Mom nodded and headed for the door. 

Seeing her about to come out, I hurried up the stairs to the next floor. 

Just as I got up, the security door opened and Mom came out, heading downstairs. 

After she left, the stairwell grew quiet. 

I sat on the stairs, feeling deflated. 

The scene I’d just witnessed through the surveillance was unforgettable too intense. My feelings were a mess. I wanted a cigarette to calm down, but I’d left them in my room. 

I’d have to go back eventually. Gritting my teeth, I went downstairs, unlocked the door, and walked in. 

In the living room, I saw Old Jiao lounging on the sofa, shoes off, feet on the coffee table, looking utterly relaxed. 

I was only a teenager if we fought, I’d lose. 

He’d even fought off a fugitive that night and held his own. If he hit, it would really hurt. I couldn’t beat him. 

That’s why I decided to start working out every day. 

As the saying goes, “the fist fears the young.” I might not be his match now, but with training, I could be. 

For now, I chose patience. “Got it,” I said. 

Old Jiao, ever the schemer, grinned slyly when he saw me back down. 

He stood, ruffled my hair, making my skin crawl. 

“Heh, that’s better. Go do your homework let me check it when you’re done.” He patted my cheek. 

I didn’t argue, just went to my room and locked the door. 

I planned to check the surveillance to see what he was doing in the living room. 

But as soon as I opened the feed, I heard the doorknob rattling violently he was trying to force his way in. 

Sweat broke out on my forehead. 

A quick glance at the camera showed Old Jiao outside my door, twisting the knob hard, trying to break in. 

“Bang, bang, bang!” When the knob wouldn’t turn, he started pounding on the door. 

“What do you want?” I called, voice shaky. 

“Open up! I want in!” Old Jiao shouted from outside. 

His fists banged on the door, his shouts growing louder. I was so startled I shivered, too afraid to open up. I quickly called Mom. 

Ring, ring, ring no answer. 

Was she too busy? Or something else? I tried again, desperate. 

Pick up, pick up! I silently screamed. 

Still no answer. 

The banging grew louder, my fear mounting. 

Old Jiao’s shouts turned even more menacing: “You little brat, won’t open up? Just wait, I’ll show you!” 

Then, suddenly, silence. 

I checked the camera he was gone from the door. 

Switching to the living room feed, I saw him sprawled on the sofa, shoes off, looking lazy and smug, lighting a cigarette. 

At that moment, I didn’t dare go out so I stayed in my room until noon, growing hungrier and more exhausted. 

I tried to rest, but couldn’t sleep, just stared at the ceiling. 

Eventually, I called Mom again this time, her line was busy. I waited, and after ten minutes, she finally answered. 

“Mom!” 

“Xiao Fan,” she said, her voice low. “What did you do at home?” 

“I…” 

“Old Jiao said you were disobedient, tried to run out after coming home, and argued with him is that true?” Her tone was stern. 

Her words made me tremble. 

Disobedient? Argued? When did that happen? 

Did Old Jiao call her and tell her all this? 

He’d gotten his complaint in first! 

Anger surged in me. 

I tried to explain: “I didn’t argue, he’s making things up ” 

But Mom cut me off. “I’m busy, we’ll talk when I get home.” She hung up before I could say more. 

I was dumbfounded, hurt, wanting to vent, but Mom wouldn’t listen. 

And Old Jiao had gotten his version in first I was furious. 

My stomach growled. I was so hungry I curled up and eventually fell asleep. 

When I woke, someone was knocking on my door Mom’s voice called, “Xiao Fan, open up.” 

I staggered to the door, unlocked it, and saw Mom standing there. 

“Mom…” I mumbled, then blacked out in her arms. 

What happened next, I don’t remember just her blurry voice in my ear. 

When I woke again, the smell of medicine filled my nose. Mom sat beside the bed, and as I opened my eyes, her beautiful face came into view. 

I had so much I wanted to say. 

“Mom…” I whispered. 

She took my hand in hers. “Don’t be afraid, Xiao Fan, I’m here.” 

“Am I going to die?” I asked. 

She laughed and cried at once. “Of course not! You just fainted from not eating all day. Rest and you’ll be fine.” 

I nodded weakly. 

Just then, the door opened and my eyes widened. 

It wasn’t a doctor, but… Old Jiao! He shuffled in, smiling kindly, carrying a lunchbox. 

“Girl, I’m here.” He closed the door and hurried over, setting the box by the bed. 

Seeing him, I felt a chill, but with Mom there, I felt a little safer. 

Old Jiao turned to me, looking pained. “Xiao Fan Fan, why’d you lock yourself in after I scolded you? Now you’ve starved yourself into the hospital. You’re hurting, and so am I.” 

He turned to Mom, grabbed her wrist, and tried to make her hit him. 

“Old Jiao, what are you doing?” Mom pulled her hand back. 

He sighed, “Girl, it’s all my fault. My tone was too harsh, that’s why Xiao Fan’s like this. Hit me, I’ll feel better.” 

Mom’s face was cold. “Enough. If there’s a problem, we’ll talk at home.” 

She looked at me, then told Old Jiao, “Go wait outside.” 

She picked up the lunchbox. 

Just then, her phone rang. 

She answered, her face suddenly changing, her voice sharp: “What?! How could that happen? Wait, I’m coming now!” 

I’d never seen her so angry. 

“Girl, go ahead, I’ll take care of things here,” Old Jiao said, taking the box. 

Mom turned to me. 

“It’s fine, Mom, go do your work,” I said. 

“Okay.” She nodded, told Old Jiao, “If the doctor says he’s fine, take Xiao Fan home.” 

She handed him some money and left. 

Now it was just me and Old Jiao. The air felt cold, though it was August. 

Old Jiao looked at me like a wolf, making me shiver. 

After a while, he sat by the bed. 

“Xiao Fan Fan,” he said seriously, “let me apologize, okay?” 

I was stunned. 

With Mom gone, I was scared of him, unsure what he’d do. 

But he surprised me by saying that, and even knelt down. 

I was shocked. “What are you doing?!” 

“If you don’t forgive me, I won’t get up!” he said. 

I couldn’t believe it just this morning he’d been fierce, now he was kneeling. Was he tricking me? But why? He should be threatening me, not begging. 

I couldn’t figure him out. 

He stayed kneeling, so I awkwardly said, “Um… get up.” 

“No! Not until you forgive me!” 

It was embarrassing. What if the doctor came in? I nodded, “Okay… okay.” 

He jumped up, beaming. “Great! I promise, I’ll never be harsh again. Let’s put our misunderstandings behind us, okay?” 

I hesitated, but finally just said, “Mm.” 

Maybe I was scared of him, or maybe I just wanted to avoid trouble. 

After that, he was all kindness, asking if I felt unwell. I was just hungry, so I ate some porridge and felt better. 

I hated the hospital, so after another checkup, I was discharged. 

We took a taxi home. At home, Old Jiao was all smiles, brought me water, and was so kind it softened me a bit. 

It was evening, Mom wasn’t home yet, and Old Jiao waited in the living room. 

I played games until I got sleepy and fell asleep. 

The next morning, I woke early, nearly bursting for the bathroom. Afterward, I felt refreshed, went for a run, and had breakfast outside. 

When I got home at 7:30, Mom and Old Jiao were eating breakfast in the living room. 

“Xiao Fan Fan, you’re back. I made porridge, want some?” Old Jiao asked kindly. 

“No, I already ate,” I said, sitting on the sofa. 

Mom said nothing, just ate. 

The TV was on, but I kept glancing at Mom. 

She wore a light purple silk camisole and a matching thin robe, looking elegant and gentle sexy but modest. 

Even so, her figure was impossible to hide. 

The robe was open, showing the camisole beneath, her neck and chest snowy white, her breasts full and round, the deep cleavage visible. 

Her legs, in slippers, were like white jade, her thighs round and firm. 

She looked so alluring, her hair black and flowing, mature and noble. 

I stole a few glances, and saw Old Jiao doing the same he stared boldly at her chest, not even eating. 

Mom noticed, glanced at me, then glared at Old Jiao. 

He just smiled and stared more. 

If any other creep did that, Mom would’ve exploded, but maybe because I was there, she just pulled her robe closed, covering her chest. 

She finished eating, and Old Jiao handed her tissues. 

“Xiao Fan.” 

“Mom.” 

“The weather’s nice let’s go out today, okay?” 

“Sure!” I was glad to get out of the house. 

“Aren’t you working today?” 

“It’s a holiday, nothing to do.” 

So we planned to go out. 

Old Jiao eagerly cleaned up, then Mom changed into a black fitted dress that showed off her curves full chest, slim waist, round hips. 

Old Jiao was stunned, and I saw his crotch tenting. 

“So beautiful,” he muttered, staring at her chest and hips. 

“Old Jiao!” Mom snapped, snapping him out of it. “If you want to come, go change.” 

“Right away!” He rushed off. 

Ten minutes later, we all left and got in the car. 

It was a hot, sunny August weekend lots of people were heading out of the city. 

I sat in the back, Mom and Old Jiao in front. I played on my phone as we drove. 

After an hour on the highway, we reached a nearby county, and finally a farmhouse resort by a mountain, with a lake, hunting, and beautiful scenery. 

Mom parked, turned to Old Jiao, and said, “If anyone asks, say you’re a relative, okay?” 

“Don’t worry, I know what to do.” 

She nodded, put on a black mask, and we all got out. 

A middle-aged man hurried over, his eyes lighting up at Mom even with a mask, her beauty and figure were impossible to hide. 

He quickly composed himself. “Ms. Su, I’m Xu Wen, the manager. Your private room is ready please follow me.” 

He led us in; the private room was cool and comfortable. 

“Please sit, I’ll have the food brought in,” he said, then left. 

We sat down, but I needed the bathroom, so I left to find it. 

Wandering around, I ended up in a backyard and suddenly froze. 

I saw a woman Zhao Xueying. 

What was she doing here? 

I looked again it was definitely her. 

If she was here, was Dad here too? I looked around, but didn’t see him. 

Just then, a fat man in a suit hurried over to her, smiling. 

My eyes widened in shock it was Zhu Dezhi!