My mom calmly placed all the clothes that needed washing into a basin. She told me to study for a while and not be late for school, then carried the basin out to the yard to do the laundry. Zhang Jian winked at me, then called out to my mom as she left, "Auntie, let me help you."
My mom hurriedly replied from outside, "No need, I can wash them myself."
Zhang Jian ignored her and went out anyway. Soon, I could hear my mom's voice in the yard: "No, no, Zhang Jian, go do your own thing. I can wash them myself."
In the yard, My mom shot Zhang Jian a meaningful look, whispering for him to go away and not get in the way.
Zhang Jian had no intention of leaving. He simply wrapped his arms around my mom and grabbed her butt with both hands.
My mom glanced anxiously toward my room and whispered angrily at Zhang Jian, "Get off me! Are you crazy?"
Zhang Jian quickly let go. She was afraid I might hear something and also somewhat angry at Zhang Jian for being so shameless, so she didn't say another word. She just kept a cold look on her face, ignored him, and squatted down to wash the clothes, tears welling up in her eyes.
Later, when Zhang Jian asked my mom why she had almost cried that day, she just scolded him, calling him heartless, and smiled without explaining.
But based on my understanding of my mom and everything that had happened, I think her feelings had already begun to change by then. Although Zhang Jian would take advantage of her when I was around before, my mom just treated it like being bitten by a dog, she only felt angry that he was bullying her. But after nearly half a year, my mom and I had only returned home a couple of times, and even then, we could only stay for a day at most. Almost all our time was spent confined to that small courtyard. Since I had to attend classes, in this lonely life without a companion to support her, my mom had unconsciously started to rely on Zhang Jian emotionally, who was with her day in and day out.
Like two people huddling together for warmth in the bitter cold of winter, they depended on each other, pouring out their desires and loneliness onto one another.
So now, when Zhang Jian bullied her like this, what she felt wasn't anger but sadness. After all, what my mom feared most was me discovering something, which would leave her unable to face me.
Zhang Jian's inconsiderate behavior had hurt my mom's feelings, which was why she had almost cried.
Seeing my mom wipe her tears, Zhang Jian didn't know what to say. He fetched two small stools and sat down beside her, then silently helped her wash the clothes. My mom was still a bit resentful so she kept finding fault with him, slapping his hands and quietly complaining that he was getting in the way.
Zhang Jian just chuckled dryly and kept trying to please her. When it was time for me to go to class, my mom was in the yard ordering Zhang Jian to wring out the clothes. She told me to pay attention in class. I noticed Zhang Jian keeping his distance from my mom, and not daring to linger anymore, I left.
After I'd been gone for sometime, Zhang Jian, seeing that my mom was no longer very angry, started getting restless again. He stopped helping with the laundry.
He moved closer to my mom and began fondling her breasts. My mom, who had been deliberately giving him a hard time earlier, seemed to have softened a bit now. She didn't say anything and let him touch her. Encouraged, Zhang Jian wrapped his arms around my mom, pressing his body against hers from behind, his hands kneading her breasts. My mom whispered for him to behave. Zhang Jian pulled back slightly but his hands continued squeezing her breasts. After a while, he slipped his hands under her clothes to touch her.
My mom's hands were covered in cold water. She tried to grab his hand but missed, so she gave up and let him reach under her clothes.
Once his hands were inside, Zhang Jian deftly unhooked my mom's bra and began groping her soft, round breasts, playing with her nipples.
My mom's hands were still submerged in the washbasin. She let out a soft sigh and said with a hint of reproach in her voice, "Can you let me finish washing?"
Seeing that my mom wasn't resisting, Zhang Jian pulled her into his embrace. My mom seemed to go limp, leaning weakly against him as he gently tugged her in. She mumbled quietly, "Stop fooling around, I need to wash the clothes."
Zhang Jian said they could wash them later and there weren't many left anyway. My mom leaned against his chest without saying a word, and Zhang Jian helped her to her feet, his arms still around her.
My mom didn't resist and stood up with him.
Once they were inside the house, Zhang Jian locked the door. My mom remained in his arms the whole time.
They sat down on the edge of the bed, and Zhang Jian began to undress her. My mom lightly kicked Zhang Jian with the cotton slippers she was wearing. He asked, "What's wrong?"
My mom propped herself up on the bed with her hands, slightly lifting her hips so he could pull off her jeans. With a stiff face, she said, "Nothing." Zhang Jian continued removing her sweater. My mom kicked him again. Puzzled, Zhang Jian asked what was wrong really. My mom still said it was nothing. Zhang Jian knew she must have something she wanted to say. As he started guessing what it might be, he started taking off his own clothes. Suddenly, my mom gave him a hard kick that almost made him lose his balance. She couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
After being kicked, Zhang Jian wanted to get back at her. He turned and playfully pounced on her, pretending to be fierce, pinning her down on the bed. My mom cried out, "Aiya!" and pretended to struggle, though she didn't put up much of a fight. Zhang Jian didn't have much trouble pinning her arms down, holding her in place so she couldn't move.
Now my mom was laying with her face towards the ceiling, her arms pinned by Zhang Jian on either side of her head, her legs dangling over the edge. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
My mom turned her face away, unwilling to look at Zhang Jian who was looming over her. Zhang Jian chuckled, released her arms, and gave her ass a nice smack. My mom let out a soft hum but said nothing. Not satisfied, Zhang Jian continued spanking her ass. My mom didn't try to dodge, just lying there motionless.
Seeing her lack of reaction, Zhang Jian pulled down her thermal pants, taking her panties with them, all the way to her thighs. The sight of my mom's snow-white, perfectly round ass and the few pubic hairs peeking from her cleft made Zhang Jian swallow hard. He gave her ass a hard slap, using real force this time, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. My mom still didn't make a sound, just lying motionless. Zhang Jian smacked her ass five to six more times, making her body tremble. Her voice turned pitiful as she whispered, "It's cold."
Seeing my mom act as docile as a lamb excited Zhang Jian greatly. He reached down to touch the swollen mound of her cunt.
My mom gasped and tried to block him, but she was too late. Since Zhang Jian had already pulled her thermal pants and panties down to her thighs while spanking her, he easily cupped the plump lips of her pussy with his entire hand.
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