FM-V2-23

Chapter 23 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation 

Mom stood at the bedroom door as Old Jiao approached, grinning, his hands reaching out as if they had a mind of their own, but Mom brushed them away. 

“Girl, I missed you so much,” Old Jiao said. 

Even though she pushed his hands away, he wasn’t afraid. He reached out again, sneaking his hand over carefully. 

Mom’s arms were crossed in front of her chest, but when Old Jiao’s hand landed on her slim waist, she grabbed his wrist and tried to pull it away, but couldn’t, so she just let it be, looking at him with a hint of playful reproach in her eyes. 

Mom wasn’t angry. 

Watching this on the surveillance, I didn’t know what to think. 

Old Jiao’s smile grew even broader, as if he’d succeeded, and he wrapped his other hand around Mom’s slender waist. 

Now both his hands held her waist. Though Mom’s arms were still crossed, she made no move to stop him she was tacitly allowing it. 

Tacit approval means not resisting, simply letting it happen. 

At least, that’s how I saw it. 

At that moment, Mom was letting Old Jiao do as he pleased she wasn’t resisting, and at the very least, she wasn’t bothered by it. 

The two of them stood so close, Old Jiao holding her waist, the two of them at the doorway, looking just like… an old married couple? That’s how it felt to me. 

Except Old Jiao was much older, hunched and stooped. He wasn’t as sloppy as he’d been in the village he wore new, clean clothes now but that didn’t change his nature. 

Who would have thought a man like Old Jiao could get this close to someone like Mom? In terms of status and looks, he was lucky to get a wife at all, let alone someone as noble and pure as Mom. 

But life is full of surprises often stranger than fiction. 

Like now, seeing Mom and Old Jiao together on the surveillance screen who could have imagined it? 

Old Jiao’s hands on Mom’s waist soon grew restless, moving up and down, one hand landing on her full, perky butt. 

I couldn’t see clearly from the angle, but I knew Mom was wearing a white lace nightgown tonight. As Old Jiao’s rough hand caressed her, the skirt was tugged up, revealing glimpses of her snowy, round, firm thighs. 

Her black hair was loose, draped over her shoulders. She leaned against the doorframe. 

Old Jiao pressed closer, finally pressing his whole body against hers, standing on tiptoe, leaning in toward her face. 

It was obvious he wanted to kiss her lips. 

I almost couldn’t bear to watch. 

I didn’t want to see a man like Old Jiao kiss Mom’s beautiful lips he didn’t deserve it. 

Maybe heaven heard my prayer, because just as his wrinkled lips were about to touch her soft mouth, Mom turned her head and dodged him. 

This surprised me and delighted me. 

It also caught Old Jiao off guard. He paused, then tried again. 

This time, Mom raised her hand and blocked his face. 

“No,” Mom said. 

Her tone wasn’t harsh, but it set her boundary. 

Old Jiao hesitated, then finally gave up. 

He wasn’t stupid he knew it was best to go along with Mom’s wishes. If he pushed too far, she’d be put off, and that would be a loss for him. 

Though he didn’t get to kiss her, his hands kept roaming her waist and hips, enjoying the feel of her body. 

Meanwhile, his hips pressed against her thighs, and he started moving up and down, grinding against her. 

Even through his pants, it was obvious he was seeking pleasure. 

“Heh heh…” 

Old Jiao laughed. “Girl, I’m so hard will you help me out?” 

Mom said, “Really? I don’t believe it.” 

“You don’t? Here, I’ll show you.” 

Without hesitation, Old Jiao let go of her, stepped back, and yanked down his shorts. 

He was only wearing black boxer briefs, but they were tented high, bulging with his erection. 

The room fell silent. Old Jiao stood there, showing off, and Mom looked at his crotch without any sign of anger. 

“See, girl? Look how big it is it’s about to burst through my underwear,” Old Jiao said proudly. 

A faint smile appeared on Mom’s cold, beautiful face, as if amused by his words. 

At the same time, Old Jiao took her hand and placed it on his bulge. 

This was something he led her into before, Mom would have gotten angry. 

But now, she didn’t she seemed to accept it. 

Maybe it was the heat, but Mom’s cheeks grew flushed, and her clear eyes shone with a subtle light. 

Suddenly, Old Jiao bent over even more, his back hunched like a shrimp. 

I was confused at first, but then I realized what was happening. 

Mom’s delicate hand, guided by Old Jiao, slipped into his underwear, apparently grabbing his thick, dark member.