Chapter 18
The first week of winter vacation was incredibly pleasant. The best part about having no one at home was that I could do whatever I wanted. I could either stay up late on the computer, or go out with friends without worrying about being scolded by my parents for coming home too late. Sometimes, I even found myself secretly glad that my parents were divorced.
However, my mom called me almost every day during this time. After learning that my dad hadn't returned, she wanted to come over and see me several times. But I didn't want her to see the messy state of the house, so I politely refused her offers each time. To keep her from getting the wrong idea, I made plans with her to have dinner at her place over the weekend.
Around ten o'clock on Sunday morning, I left home, took a taxi, and arrived at the Yunfei Residential Complex where they lived. It didn't take long to reach the door of my mom and Xia Xia's apartment, and I rang the doorbell.
'Ding-dong, ding-dong.' The door opened after just two rings. I looked up and saw that it was Xia Xia who had opened it for me. He stood in the doorway, smiling at me, and said, "It's Xiao Jun! Don't just stand there, come on in. It's cold outside." As he spoke, he moved to the side to let me in, grabbed a pair of slippers, and handed them to me. I entered, greeted him, changed into the slippers, and walked into the living room.
Just then, my mom came out of the kitchen, which wasn't far from the living room. She was dressed like a homemaker:
She wore a silver-gray, thin, crew-neck wool sweater on top and a pair of black casual sweatpants on the bottom. A floral-print apron was tied around her slender waist. Her long, wavy hair was still tied back with a hairband, cascading down her back. The expression on her face was as gentle and warm as ever, and the hint of spring in her eyes, along with her slightly flushed and radiant face, showed just how happy she was with Xia Xia.
"Son, come over and let Mom take a look at you," she said to me. But before I could even move, she walked over to me. She gazed at me affectionately for a moment and then said, "Son, you need to get more rest! You're so young, and you already have dark circles under your eyes!"
After saying that, she touched my cheek and continued, "And you've lost some weight, too." I felt a bit embarrassed by this. I lowered my head and said to her, "Mom, I'll be more careful from now on. Don't worry."
Just as I said this, Xia Xia spoke to the two of us, "Xiao Jun, don't just stand there. Sit down! Sit and watch some TV. Xiuqin, I'll go make him a cup of ginseng tea." Hearing this, I sat down on the sofa as he suggested, while my mom replied, "I'll go make it."
"No, no, you stay and keep Xiao Jun company," he said, waving his hand. Then he went into the kitchen. After he went in, my mom sat down beside me and continued, "Son, when you're home alone, you have to manage your own schedule. Don't stay up too late every night! Otherwise, your body won't be able to take it after a while. Do you understand?"
"I know, Mom," I answered, nodding at her. Seeing this, she smiled, patted my head, and started watching TV with me.
A short while later, Xia Xia came out of the kitchen holding a cup of steaming ginseng tea. He walked over to me, placed the cup on the tea table in front of me, and said, "Here, Xiao Jun. Drink it while it's hot. This is top-quality American ginseng. It's very nourishing."
"Yes, that's right. Mom drinks it too. Go on, drink it up!" my mom chimed in. So I picked up the cup and began to sip the ginseng tea.
"Be careful, it's hot!" my mom reminded me. Then she said to Xia Xia, "You keep Xiao Jun company. I'm going to start cooking."
"Hey, no need. Today, let me show off my cooking skills for Xiao Jun and see if he likes my food," he quickly objected as my mom made a move to get up. Without waiting for her to reply, he went back into the kitchen. Seeing him like that, my mom smiled and continued watching TV with me.
After chatting with my mom and finishing the ginseng tea, another hour or so passed. Around noon, Xia Xia finally finished preparing lunch. After he set the dishes and chopsticks on the table, the three of us sat down around it. The aroma of the delicious food on the table was irresistible. I picked up a piece of fried pork tenderloin with my chopsticks and put it in my mouth. After chewing for a bit, I couldn't help but exclaim, "This is delicious!" Xia Xia was very pleased to hear my praise.
Looking smug, he said with a smile, "Good, isn't it? I told your mom yesterday that I'd let you try my cooking today to see if you'd like it. Now that you do, eat up. But don't just stare at the pork tenderloin. Try this steamed hairtail, and the braised chicken wings, and the rest of these. Try them all," he said, pointing at the dishes with his chopsticks. I tasted them in the order he pointed and found that every dish was quite delicious. So, without waiting for them to start, I began to eat heartily, thoroughly enjoying myself. Seeing how happily I was eating, they looked at each other and smiled, then started eating as well.
Lunch ended after about forty minutes. After a short rest, on Xia Xia's suggestion, we prepared to go shopping in Haitian City, which was thirty kilometers away from the county town. At one-thirty in the afternoon, we all went downstairs. By then, my mom had changed into a camel-colored, short-sleeved, fur-collared cashmere coat over a light purple crew-neck wool sweater. She wore coffee-colored women's trousers and a pair of camel-colored high-heeled leather boots. Her long, wavy hair cascaded naturally over her fragrant shoulders. Her exquisitely made-up face was delicate and charming. This outfit made her look very noble and elegant. Once downstairs, we quickly got into Xia Xia's car. After driving out of the residential complex's main gate, the car sped towards Haitian City.
After half an hour of driving, the car finally arrived in Haitian City. Xia Xia found a large parking lot for a comprehensive shopping plaza, parked the car, paid the fee, and the three of us got out and walked towards the shopping plaza. Once inside, I realized just how vast the plaza was. In its center was an irregularly geometric-shaped fountain lake. Perhaps because it was winter, the fountain was not turned on. Surrounding this lake were stores of well-known domestic and international brands.
On the south side stood a three-story cylindrical shopping mall building, with the six large characters "International Shopping Center" written on its facade. According to Xia Xia, this mall sold only the most famous luxury brands in the world. While not as grand as Shanghai's Plaza 66 shopping center, its merchandise was considerably more expensive than the other brand stores in the plaza. So, filled with curiosity, I went inside the "International Shopping Center" with them.
Inside, I finally understood the meaning behind the saying, "People are divided into classes and ranks." There were actually very few people shopping inside, but every single one of them was undoubtedly wealthy and spent money like it was nothing. When they bought things, they didn't even ask about the price, purchasing items based solely on their preference. I was left clicking my tongue in astonishment, deeply moved by what I saw.
Lost in these thoughts, I followed my mom, who was arm-in-arm with Xia Xia, into the Versace sales area.
He wanted to buy my mom some clothes for the New Year. She didn't refuse his kind gesture, nor was she intimidated by the prices on the tags, which would make most people flinch. She picked out clothes for herself with a calm, elegant, and poised demeanor. After trying on a few pieces, she chose an ivory-colored, double-breasted women's long trench coat and skirt set and signaled to the sales associate to wrap it up and process the payment. Xia Xia followed to pay by card. The price of that outfit was twenty-six thousand yuan.
That was already equivalent to more than a year's salary and bonus for my father combined. It seemed that his handsome looks, strong physique, youth, wealth, successful career, excellent cooking skills, and devotion to my mom were all reasons she had fallen for him. Moreover, my father's secret ailment had affected their marital intimacy, leaving her, a woman in her sexual prime, feeling restless and frustrated.
So, when faced with the love and pursuit from such an outstanding man as Xia Xia, it was only natural that things would end up this way.
Just as I was thinking this, a 'pat' sound interrupted my thoughts. I focused my eyes and saw that my mom had reached out and patted my shoulder. Then she asked, "What are you thinking about, Xiao Jun?" I snapped out of it and immediately replied, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired. I feel like sleeping."
"Oh, well, just hang in there a little longer. We'll go back as soon as Uncle Xia is done paying," she said to me after hearing my words. A moment later, Xia Xia came back. My mom told him about my condition, and he immediately changed his plans, quickly leading the two of us out of the center. We went to the parking lot, got the car, and headed back to the county town.
Perhaps affected by my irregular schedule this week, I actually started to feel drowsy sitting in the back seat. Before we even reached the county town, I had fallen into a fitful sleep on the seat. In a state between dreaming and waking, I felt as if I was being carried on someone's back. After a while, my clothes and shoes were taken off, and then I was lying on a soft, comfortable Simmons bed.
I'm not sure how long I slept. When I woke up, the sky had already grown dim. It took me a few minutes to realize that I was at my mom and Xia Xia's place. I could faintly hear the sound of the TV from the living room, but not their voices. I got out of bed and went to open the bedroom door.
As I came out of the door and walked a few steps, I heard strange noises coming from the kitchen. Knowing that I would likely see them in their debauchery again, I quietly tiptoed towards the kitchen. When I reached the door, I saw that it wasn't fully closed, leaving a crack just wide enough for me to see what was happening inside.
The kitchen was a scene of boundless licentiousness. Their clothes and pants were scattered in various corners of the room. Xia Xia, now glistening with oil and sweat all over his body, was sitting on the edge of the sink platform, his hands on the counter, wearing only his socks. His expression was one of pure pleasure, because my mom was currently naked, with a sofa cushion placed on the kitchen floor tiles to pad her knees as she knelt before him. At the same time, she had straightened her waist and was using her full, round breasts to stroke his penis up and down in a paizuri. As she did this, she pressed her arms inward tightly, using her hands to hold her breasts, making her already alluring cleavage appear even deeper.
Her wavy hair was also loose, swaying like willow branches in the wind as she moved. She tilted her head back, gazing at him with a dazed look in her eyes. Her delicate, cherry-red lips emitted soft but incredibly lewd moans and gasps. This act made the desire in Xia Xia's eyes burn even hotter as he thrust his hips forward, as if treating her cleavage like a vagina, pumping back and forth.
He said to my mom with a slightly urgent tone, "This feels amazing, Xiu, Xiuqin, baby! Honey! Oh! Quick, quick, stick out your tongue, lick, lick it!"
Hearing his words, my mom obediently did as he asked. She lowered her head, stuck out her soft, smooth, and fragrant red tongue, took his penis into her mouth—which had been poking at her chin—sucked on it a few times, then let it out to continue sliding between her breasts.
This action repeated for about seven or eight minutes. Then, extremely excited, Xia Xia let out a muffled groan and ejaculated. Streams of milky-white semen instantly sprayed onto my mom's full breasts and into her cleavage.
Having just climaxed, he still held his penis, continuously grinding and rolling it on my mom's breasts, as if he were applying lotion, spreading the semen evenly over her full breasts. My mom, for her part, showed no displeasure at his actions. She closed her eyes, allowing him to play with her breasts wantonly, with a look of enjoyment on her face.
Five minutes later, Xia Xia's penis gradually shrank back to its normal size. He stopped playing with my mom's breasts, reached out to help her up, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and whispered in her ear, "Honey, you looked so captivating just now! Look how much I came!"
"Mmm, so much! You must be tired, right? Later, I'll make you something delicious to nourish your body," my mom said, leaning against him. She stroked her own breasts, which were covered in semen, her face flushed. As she felt the slick sensation on her chest, she spoke to him. Then she paused and continued, "Alright, let's get dressed first. Xiao Jun will be waking up soon. I'm going to go wash up and then cook for you."
'OK,' he replied with a snap of his fingers.
Seeing them like this, I immediately turned and left without waiting for them to get dressed, carefully returning to the bedroom and getting back into bed, pretending to be fast asleep. About forty minutes later, they woke me up for dinner.
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