Chapter 18: Impotence – Fallen Mother (18+)

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Chapter 18: Impotence – Fallen Mother 

No, don't! Absolutely don't! I was screaming in my heart, desperately hoping Mom wouldn't do it. 

But right before my eyes, Mom actually reached out her smooth, white hand toward Zhong Niu's burning, swollen, thick penis. 

During the process, Mom's hand seemed heavy as lead perhaps she didn't want to do it either. But her actions made it clear: she was going to help Zhong Niu. 

So, she did it. 

I didn't want to watch, but curiosity compelled me, as if I were under a spell, to stare at the screen and see everything. 

... 

"Mom~~~" Zhong Niu knelt on the bed, his hot, swollen penis not drooping but standing tall, the round, bulging tip pointed skyward, as if full of power. 

Zhong Niu's thing was so big not just bigger than mine, but probably even bigger than Dad's. I wondered if Mom, seeing Zhong Niu's penis, would have any special thoughts. After all, she'd been divorced from Dad for so long, with no sex life. Would she feel lonely? Surely, as a woman, she must. 

Sometimes Mom dressed up so beautifully. She never acted promiscuous, but I guessed she still had desires inside, even as a vice mayor with her own status and restraint. She was noble and beautiful, always admired. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I couldn't help but imagine maybe she'd be moved seeing Zhong Niu's penis? 

But I was overthinking. Watching the screen, I saw that although Mom's pretty face was a little flushed, she was mostly reserved, biting her lip and turning her head away. 

Her white hand reached for Zhong Niu's penis, but because she turned away, her fingers touched his thigh instead. 

"Mom, you… you missed…" Zhong Niu said with a hint of complaint. 

"Oh… sorry…" Mom replied perfunctorily. 

She moved her hand upward, finally touching Zhong Niu's penis, but only barely she pulled back right away. 

Zhong Niu looked impatient and whispered, "Mom, you're wasting time like this." 

Mom paused. 

"Mom, turn your head. It's not like you haven't seen it before, right?" Zhong Niu said gently. 

"Don't talk so crudely," Mom scolded. 

"Oh." Zhong Niu lowered his head. "Mom, it's getting soft again. Please help me, or I really don't know if it'll work anymore." 

Maybe his plea moved Mom. After a moment's hesitation, she finally turned her head. 

"Close your eyes," Mom said. 

"Huh?" Zhong Niu looked miserable, but seeing Mom's determined face, he shut his eyes. 

With Zhong Niu's eyes closed, Mom let out a sigh, moved a little closer, and could see his thick penis more clearly. 

She seemed to make up her mind and reached out again. This time, she looked directly at Zhong Niu's penis, her courage bolstered since he couldn't see her. 

Biting her lip, she finally touched the veined shaft. 

Her fingers were white and delicate, forming a stark contrast with Zhong Niu's dark, thick penis. Even my heart was pounding, my face flushed, and I felt a strange anticipation. 

Mom's fingers lightly stroked Zhong Niu's penis, and it hardened again, but being touched like this for so long didn't feel good, and Mom was taking too long. 

"Mom," Zhong Niu couldn't help but speak. 

"What is it?" 

"You… you can't do it like that." 

After a pause, Mom said, "…I know." 

"Then hurry, I'm starting to feel something," Zhong Niu said. 

"Okay." 

Mom glanced at Zhong Niu's closed eyes, her face determined, and finally wrapped her five fingers around his thick shaft. 

"Sss~~~" 

As soon as she gripped it, Zhong Niu's eyelids twitched, and his whole body shivered, as if an electric current passed through him. 

Mom held his thick penis, surely feeling the heat. Seeing this, I felt a chill Mom had never used her hand to hold mine like that. 

"Mom, move your hand," Zhong Niu urged, unable to describe the feeling. 

Mom frowned. "Ah Niu, don't rush me. I'll go slowly." 

"Okay, Mom." 

Throughout, Zhong Niu kept his eyes closed, which seemed to satisfy Mom a bit. After holding it for a while, she began to move her hand. 

Now that she'd started, she couldn't just stop and disappoint him, especially if something really was wrong. 

Mom stroked Zhong Niu's penis gently and carefully, her face growing redder not from arousal, but from endurance, wanting to get it over with. 

She sat sideways, her long legs together, her bathrobe riding up to reveal the tops of her thighs and the curve of her full buttocks. One shoulder of the robe slipped down, exposing her white collarbone and skin, her chest nearly spilling out. Her hair draped over her shoulder, giving her a lazy, noble air. 

Her lips parted, breathing quickened. At first, her movements were slow, but gradually sped up. 

Zhong Niu's thick, dark penis grew even harder under her hand, reaching a full eighteen centimeters, so big that Mom's hand seemed small around it maybe even two hands wouldn't be enough. 

With Mom's gentle strokes, Zhong Niu looked blissful, but Mom kept her head down, focused on getting him to finish. 

He knelt, thrusting his hips, his penis sliding in and out of Mom's hand, but he didn't seem close to climax. 

After a few minutes, Mom grew frustrated. "Ah Niu, why aren't you… finishing?" 

"I… I don't know," Zhong Niu said, "maybe because you're just stroking the middle there's the tip, too…" 

Mom understood he meant the glans, the most sensitive part. She didn't hesitate; since she was already doing this, a little more didn't matter. 

She moved her hand to the tip, her fingers brushing the round, red glans. This made Zhong Niu much more responsive, his face showing pleasure. 

Seeing his body react, Mom sped up, but kept control, not wanting to hurt him. 

Watching Mom's careful, gentle service made me feel awful, especially seeing Zhong Niu's enjoyment. 

His body trembled; his right hand unconsciously rested on Mom's shoulder. Mom, sweating, didn't notice, focused on finishing the job. 

"Mom… feels so good… I'm coming…" Zhong Niu's voice floated. 

"Hurry up…" Mom said, her face even redder. 

Her hand stroked the "dragon," and 

"Ah… coming… coming… ah…" 

Suddenly, Zhong Niu thrust forward, his penis slipping from Mom's hand and jabbing toward her full chest. The tip erupted with jet after jet of white semen, spraying all over Mom's bathrobe and maybe even inside her neckline. 

His hips kept thrusting, the tip twitching, more semen oozing out and dripping onto Mom's robe, looking especially lewd. 

The room was silent. Even after coming, Zhong Niu's penis only softened a little, still standing tall before Mom. 

Mom froze for a long moment, then suddenly pushed Zhong Niu away and fled the room. 

It was finally over! 

I breathed a sigh of relief for Mom's escape, but couldn't smile. 

I fast-forwarded: Zhong Niu sat on the bed, sweating, looking empty after climax. Mom showered, changed, and returned to her room, but soon checked on Zhong Niu, finding him asleep, curled up and peaceful. 

She watched him for a while, then sat in a chair by his bed and fell asleep until morning. 

That's when I saw Mom leave Zhong Niu's room. 

Finally done, I felt a strange emptiness, the image of Mom helping Zhong Niu stuck in my mind. That should have been my experience, but Zhong Niu took it first I felt sour. 

As I shifted, I realized my crotch was damp and sticky had I… come? 

Looking down, I saw it was wet. Looking around this was Starbucks, with people everywhere. 

I hurried out, covering myself with my bag. 

On the way home, my steps were heavy. I didn't know how to face Mom and Zhong Niu. 

Hate? 

Of course not I could never hate Mom, who gave birth to and raised me, and she wasn't willing in this. How could I hate her? 

As for Zhong Niu, I did resent him he got Mom's hand before I did. If she'd helped me first, maybe I wouldn't mind him. 

But remembering how Zhong Niu got beaten up for me, I felt a little soft. 

Still, what happened last night left a knot in my heart. 

Expose it? 

I shook my head. Maybe it was just this once, maybe it wouldn't happen again. If I exposed it, who knows what would happen to the family? I couldn't even imagine. 

Besides, if I exposed it, what about the surveillance? I'd be in trouble too. 

So I decided to keep it to myself. 

I got home after six. 

In the kitchen, I heard the sound of cooking Mom was there, her beautiful butt tight in black yoga pants, swaying as she moved. 

She turned, saw me peeking in, and scolded, "What are you sneaking around for?" 

"I'm watching you, Mom," I said, walking in. "What are you cooking? Smells great." 

"Nothing special. Why are you so late today?" she asked. 

"I was waiting for Ah Niu." 

A flicker of unnatural expression crossed her face. "Didn't I tell you? He's not going to school today." 

"Oh, I forgot." 

She laughed at my cluelessness. "Alright, go get ready for dinner." 

I went to my room, dropped my bag, then hesitated at Zhong Niu's door. I knocked, but no answer. Back in the living room, Mom was bringing out dishes. I asked where Zhong Niu was. 

"He's not in his room?" she asked, surprised. 

"No, I knocked for a while." 

She froze, then her face changed, dropping her apron to rush out. I thought, is Zhong Niu running away again? 

Just then, the front door opened. Zhong Niu walked in, looking dejected. 

Mom's chest heaved with relief. "Ah Niu, where were you? Why didn't you say anything? Do you not care about me, or do you just want to leave?" 

"I… no, it's not like that," Zhong Niu said, head down. 

"Then what is it?" 

Now Mom was truly angry, her authority overwhelming. Compared to her, Zhong Niu's presence was weak. 

After a moment, Zhong Niu pulled a folded paper from his pocket, handed it to Mom, and went to his room. 

Mom opened the paper, glanced at it, quickly folded it, her face showing panic. Curious, I asked, "What's that, Mom?" 

"Not for you to know," she said, heading to Zhong Niu's room. After a while, she came out with him. 

"Dinner," Mom ordered. 

The three of us ate as usual, but the atmosphere was off. I noticed Mom sometimes picked food for Zhong Niu, and to avoid my jealousy, she did the same for me. 

After dinner, Mom told me, "Fan Fan, go shower and go to bed." 

I agreed, but something felt off. 

Back in my room, I locked the door, put on headphones, and pulled up the surveillance feed from Zhong Niu's room. 

He was sitting on his bed, lost in thought. Suddenly, he stood, dug in his bag, and took out a syringe! 

It was small, filled with some liquid. I didn't know what he was doing, but he took off his pants and injected it into the base of his penis, deep in the pubic hair. 

I was shocked was he self-harming? But no, he injected the liquid, wincing in pain, but endured until it was all in. 

He put the syringe away, sat on the bed, and muttered, "Hope it works." 

I was baffled what was he doing? Was he trying to get sympathy from Mom, to trick her into helping him again? 

The room was quiet for half an hour. Then the door opened, and Mom appeared. 

Seeing her, I felt a pang. 

She wore an ordinary nightgown, her chest full and round, arms slender, waist narrow, her hips and butt still perfectly shaped. 

She tucked her hair behind her ear and walked to Zhong Niu. 

"Ah Niu, take off your pants," Mom said. 

I was stunned Mom was asking him to undress? 

Zhong Niu sat unmoving, as if he hadn't heard. 

"Did you hear me?" Mom's tone sharpened. 

He looked up, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, just leave it." 

"How can I? Your father did me a favor if you can't have kids, how can I face him?" 

Zhong Niu gave a bitter smile. "So it's all because of my father…" He sounded sad. 

Mom was silent. 

Then she suddenly knelt down. Zhong Niu looked puzzled. "Mom, what are you doing?" 

"I have to see what's with that report? How could you be impotent?" she said, reaching for his pants. 

Impotent? 

Zhong Niu impotent? With that size? 

"Don't, Mom… just let it go…" he protested. 

But Mom insisted, undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, while Zhong Niu tried to stop her. But she prevailed, pulling his pants to his feet. 

His underwear bulged, still huge even soft. 

Mom stopped there, stood up, and said, "Take them off." 

Zhong Niu hesitated, then slowly pulled down his underwear, his huge penis flopping out. Mom blushed she'd seen it before, but it still shocked her. 

"No reaction at all?" she murmured. 

"No." 

"That report said you couldn't get hard was it because of last night?" 

"Maybe." 

"What did the doctor say? Is there a cure?" 

Zhong Niu hesitated. "The doctor said the best way is for a woman to help me, give me stimulation maybe I'll recover." 

"Medicine won't work?" 

"If it would, I wouldn't have told you. You can see I'm not lying." 

Mom sighed. "Sit on the bed." 

He did, his penis hanging limp. 

Mom knelt between his legs, reached out, and touched it still hot, but soft. 

"Feel anything?" she asked, gripping it. 

He shook his head. 

"And now?" She stroked it, the head bulging each time, but still no response. 

"No," he said honestly. 

Mom frowned, tried tapping the head, but still nothing. 

She didn't give up, kept stroking until her hand tired, but he still didn't get hard. 

"Let's stop," Zhong Niu said. 

Mom shook her head. "This is your life I can't give up. Tell me, what stimulates you?" 

He glanced at her chest. 

She understood. "You can look, but not touch." 

He stared at her chest as she slowly unbuttoned her nightgown, revealing her breasts but she still wore a black lace bra. 

Thank goodness! 

Her 34D breasts, packed into the bra, were high and full. He stared at her cleavage, and his penis slowly hardened, a drop of fluid appearing. 

Mom noticed, smiled briefly, and quickly started stroking him. 

Her breasts bounced with her movements, the sight driving Zhong Niu wild. 

He finally regained his former glory, thanks to Mom's beautiful chest. As she stroked him, more fluid built up. 

"Mm… ah… Mom…" Zhong Niu moaned, calling her "Mom," which seemed to excite both of them. 

Mom sped up, her face red, her lips parted, breathing quick. 

After ten minutes, though, he still didn't come, and Mom, tired, knelt between his legs, supporting herself on his thighs. 

He nearly reached for her breasts, but stopped, putting his hand on her shoulder instead. 

"Ah… Mom… your hand… feels so good…" he said, hand sliding down toward her chest. 

Mom didn't notice, focused on getting him to finish. 

"Don't call me Mom!" she said. 

"Why not?" 

"No reason… just don't…" 

"But it feels so exciting… Mom…" 

She gave up arguing. 

Her lips parted, breathing quickened, the stimulation mounting. 

"Ah… Mom… I'm coming…" Zhong Niu suddenly stood, grabbed her shoulder, and aimed his penis at her mouth. 

Mom panicked, pushed his legs, and he stumbled back. 

"Ah… I'm coming…" 

At that moment, he ejaculated, semen spraying all over Mom's chest and even her face. 

I came at the same time, but compared to his endless jets, mine was nothing. 

His semen covered her bra and skin, even her lips. 

A facial? Damn Zhong Niu! 

I wanted to rush in, but my legs wouldn't move. 

But I knew even if I did, it wouldn't matter. Mom helped him willingly. 

Zhong Niu, looking dejected, sat back. Seeing his semen on Mom's chest and lips, he panicked, grabbed tissues, and handed them to her. 

"Mom…" he said. 

"Mm." She took the tissues and wiped herself clean, her face expressionless, the blush fading. 

She was so cold. Zhong Niu, worried, said, "Mom… I'm sorry!" 

She looked at him deeply. "It's not your fault, it's mine. Don't tell Fang Fan. When you're better, this will end." 

"I promise, I'll never tell," Zhong Niu said. 

Mom left. After that, nothing else happened. I took off my headphones and went to bed. 

How did I feel? What else but jealousy? 

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