FM-V2-24

Chapter 24 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation 

Sitting in my bedroom, I stared at the surveillance feed on my phone, stunned and unable to believe what I was seeing.   

I never imagined Mom would take the initiative to do something like that reaching into Old Jiao’s underwear and grabbing his thing herself. 

Mom had never done anything like this before. She’d always been noble and aloof except for my father, she’d never seemed to put any other man in her eyes.   

Even with Zhong Niu and Secretary Qi, she’d never been so forward. 

Of course, even now, Mom wasn’t exactly begging if anything, she seemed almost teasing, with a hint of foxlike playfulness.   

Her expression remained calm and composed, as if she was always in control. 

Old Jiao’s face was pure bliss after all, what man could resist the feeling of Mom’s soft, sacred hand gripping his most sensitive part? 

“Ohhh… girl, girl… your hand…”   

Old Jiao moaned in pleasure, eyes half-closed, looking like he might float away. 

Mom said coolly, “What about my hand?” 

“So… so comfortable… you’re making me feel so good…” 

“Is that so?”   

Mom replied, “It’s late. After a bit, go to bed.” 

“Huh??”   

Hearing this, Old Jiao’s eyes snapped open in panic. 

His reaction made Mom’s lips curl into a faint smile. 

“Did you shower?” Mom suddenly asked. 

“Yes, yes, I did,” Old Jiao replied quickly. 

Mom shook her head, a little helpless, and said nothing more, turning and walking into the bedroom.   

Old Jiao didn’t hesitate he followed her in and closed the door behind him. 

Watching the hallway feed as the door closed, I hesitated, but in the end, I didn’t switch to the bedroom camera.   

I didn’t need to I knew what would happen. From what I’d just seen, Mom wasn’t stopping Old Jiao; if anything, she was allowing it. 

If Mom didn’t refuse, there was no need to guess what would happen next. 

I sighed, turned off my phone, and lay down, closing my eyes.   

My mind spun with countless thoughts, and gradually, I grew tired and drifted off. 

The next morning, I woke up early.   

I didn’t know why maybe just instinct. 

I stood in the hallway outside Mom’s room for a long time, wanting to open the door and check if she was inside, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. 

I was afraid afraid I’d open the door and see not just Mom, but Old Jiao in her bed. 

I stood there in silence. 

Suddenly, a door opened. Huh? I turned to look. 

It wasn’t Mom’s room it was Old Jiao’s. He walked out, wearing only swim trunks, bare-chested, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, scratching himself lazily. 

When he saw me, he paused, then grinned and ruffled my hair, not caring how I felt. 

“Xiao Fan Fan, up so early?” he chuckled. 

“You’re up early too,” I replied coldly. 

“Yeah, gotta make breakfast for your mom.” 

He smiled, then seemed to remember something, a look of satisfaction on his face. 

Seeing his lewd, smug expression, I couldn’t help but feel furious. I snorted, said nothing, changed into sneakers, and left the house. 

Downstairs, I started running. 

Yes, running! I didn’t even know why maybe my brain was fried. 

I rarely exercised, so after a short while, my legs felt heavy and I slowed to a walk. 

This shouldn’t be! Suddenly, something inside me surged. 

Fang Fan!   

You shouldn’t be so weak! 

All at once, I found a burst of courage and energy. My legs, heavy as lead, started moving again, and I ran around the whole complex. 

The summer morning air was decent, but still hot. Soon, I was drenched in sweat, my clothes sticking to me, the heat and exhaustion making me want to quit every moment. 

But I didn’t want to give up.   

I didn’t want Mom to be alone anymore.   

I didn’t want her to have no one to protect her. 

Only I could protect her no one else! 

I can’t keep sinking like this! 

A fierce light flashed in my eyes, and somehow I managed to run for half an hour. 

Finally, I lay down on the ground, panting, resting for a long time before slowly getting up and heading home. 

At the door, just as I reached for my keys, I heard the door thud from inside. 

What was that? A thief? Impossible I was sure I’d locked the door when I left. 

If not a thief, then what? I quickly pulled out my phone and checked the surveillance. 

What I saw froze me to the core. 

Through the camera, I saw Old Jiao behind the security door, in the hallway leading to the entrance, hugging Mom from behind, his hands roaming all over her voluptuous body. 

Mom was wearing a formal business suit a tailored blazer on top, wide-legged suit pants below, the kind that flares at the ankle but fits tight up top, perfectly outlining her long, shapely legs. 

On a short, chubby woman, this would look terrible, but on Mom tall, with long, round legs it showed off every curve. 

At that moment, Mom was facing the door, hands braced against it, while Old Jiao stood behind her, kneading her full, high chest. 

He was frantic, groping her and panting, saying, “Girl, your butt is so… so big, I… I really want… to fuck you right now!”