Chapter 8

My sister snatched the photo from my hand and stared at it for a while, frowning more and more. Finally, she came to my mother and whispered: “Mom, don’t be angry, I will definitely stand by you.”

Without even turning her head, my mother said angrily, “Get out of the way!”

My sister was so scared that she shrank her neck and stepped aside. I couldn’t help laughing when I saw her being humiliated. She glared at me fiercely and shook her head, signaling me to go up.

I scratched my head, organized my words, then squatted beside the bed and whispered, “Mom, calm down. My dad is just that kind of person. He is always suspicious. Don’t be angry. He doesn’t believe you, but I do.”

“It’s no use believing it.” My mother said with her back to me, her voice still full of anger.

“Mom, what you said is a bit hurtful. After all, I am the eldest son in the family. With me as your backer, even if you and my dad get divorced in the future, I can help you get more property.”

“And me!” my sister shouted.

She didn’t say anything. I gently shook her shoulders and kept asking, “Is that right? Mom, is that right?”

The mother sat up suddenly, frowned, and said angrily: “Why are you so annoying, kid! Can you please go out and let me be quiet for a while.”

I sat down next to my mother with a playful smile and put my arm around her shoulders: “Mom is the best in the world. She has worked hard to raise us. Now it’s time for us to repay her for her kindness.”

My mother gave me a sidelong glance and asked, “How do you repay me?”

I put the photo in front of her and said, “I can help you analyze it. Look at this photo, it’s so clear and very coherent. You can tell at a glance that it wasn’t taken casually. It must have been premeditated.”

My mother stared at the photo expressionlessly for a while, then reached out and took it from me, looking at it carefully.

I pointed out, “Mom, look, the angle of this photo, and the angle of this photo, they were taken from two different places. This must have been an ambush in advance, and it wasn’t just one person.”

My mother didn’t say anything, but her brows gradually became stiff.

“Do you have a grudge against anyone?”

My mother glared at me and said, “You are my greatest enemy in this life.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m serious.”

My mother put the photo down, thought for a moment, and said, “They were just business contacts, casual acquaintances, how could there be any hatred or grudges between us?”

“Where did this photo come from?”

“It was delivered by courier.”

“If you know our address, you must be very familiar with us.”

“nonsense.”

I hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously, “Then why did you ... go to the hotel with him and get a room?”

My mother stared at me, her eyebrows raised, and asked, “Who went to the hotel with him to get a room?”

I continued to ask: “Then why did you go to the hotel with him?”

“What does work have to do with you?”

“I’m helping you analyze the case. I’m helping you find the suspect.”

“Let me help too.” My sister came over and I reached out to push her aside. She squeezed in and almost knocked me over.

My mother scolded me loudly: “What time is it? Why are you still making trouble?” After thinking for a while, she said: “Our company has a business project with their company. We are going to the hotel to meet a foreign businessman.”

Although I believed that my mother would never cheat, I couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief after hearing her confirmation. I smiled and said to her, “Actually, this matter is quite simple. Someone deliberately took these misleading photos and sent them to our house. This is someone who wants to destroy the relationship between you and your father.”

Mom snorted, “I already guessed it. Do I need you to tell me?”

“Yes, yes, you are a female Zhuge Liang, and you have made every possible plan. I am just trying to warn you, fearing that you may be confused by the situation.”

Mom sighed and said, “Your dad is the one who is confused by the situation.”

“My dad is narrow-minded, but once he calms down, he will probably be able to figure out what’s going on here.”

“I’m just angry. We’ve been married for so many years, but you’re still suspicious. Am I that unreliable?”

The more my mother spoke, the angrier she became.

I quickly explained on behalf of my father: “My father is narrow-minded and a bit chauvinistic. He feels ashamed that you earn more than him and hold a higher position than him.”

“If he loses face, I will have to resign and go home to be your mother.”

“Calm down, calm down.” I stroked her back with my hand and advised her with a smile.

My sister suddenly asked, “Mom, is this man in the photo interested in you?”

Mom glanced at her and said, “Why are you asking this?”

“I think...” My sister rolled her eyes, “He is the most suspicious.”

“Alright, alright, you have nothing to do here. Children should not meddle in adult matters. Go back to your room and study.” Mom packed up the photos and waved her hand to drive us out.

Before leaving, my sister turned around and asked, “Mom, I’m hungry. Are you still having dinner?”

Mom said impatiently, “Eat, eat, eat. All you do is eat. You must be a starving ghost. I’m so fed up with it that I don’t have the time to serve you. Go order takeout for yourselves.”

“oh.”

We both left the bedroom, and my sister asked me, “Who do you think did this?”

“Whoever wants our parents to quarrel the most is the one who did this.”

“I still think the man in the photo is the most suspicious. He looks lecherous and must be coveting our mom’s beauty and wants to steal her away, so he deliberately destroyed the relationship between my parents.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and said, “You are still young, but you have a lot of ideas. You must have watched too many melodramas.”

“What do you think?” My sister glared at me unconvinced.

“I think ... what you said makes sense.” I chuckled, “But it’s possible that the problem lies with Dad.”

“Dad’s little lover?”

“Who knows? I’m not Sherlock Holmes.”

Although the little witch is about the same age as my younger sister, she is even more mischievous than my younger sister. I would not be surprised at all if she really did this.

My sister raised her arms and said, “No matter who it is, we must not let him succeed. This time we must unite and resolutely stop our parents from getting divorced.”

“Okay, okay, okay. I’ll listen to you. Let’s go order takeout.”

Even though I said that, I actually felt a little happy when I saw my parents quarreling. I even hoped that they would quarrel more and more and get divorced. Although I knew that such thoughts were extremely rebellious, I just couldn’t help thinking about them.

Dad came home drunk at night, and although Mom complained, she took good care of him.

On Monday afternoon after school, the mysterious little witch appeared again on the way home. She stood leisurely on the street with her hands in her sweater pockets, and followed me when I passed by her, as if she was waiting for me.

I don’t know why she was pestering me, but the masturbation service she provided in the cinema was really unforgettable.

“Don’t you have to go to school? Why do you always follow me?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Watching you.”

I was stunned: “Observe me? What is there for me to observe?”

“Eating and drinking, living habits, personality and hobbies, observe everything about you.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “You think I ‘m Sebastian.”

She followed behind him for a while, and suddenly said confidently, “Give me some money.”

“Why?” I looked back at her.

“Are you feeling uncomfortable?” The little witch raised her right hand, and her slender, white and tender fingers formed a circle. She hooked up her orchid-like little finger, as if holding a transparent column, stroking it up and down, performing vulgar and indecent movements in public.

I instantly recalled the pleasant and exciting feeling in the cinema, and lustful thoughts suddenly came to my mind. I knew what she meant, but I couldn’t always be led by her, so I said against my will: “I don’t feel comfortable.”

She didn’t say anything, just followed me, doing the same masturbation positions, which made me feel itchy inside. The ecstasy kept coming back to me. I really wanted to taste her soft and smooth little hands again, but I was afraid that she was setting a trap.

But then she thought again, she was just a little girl, what was there to be afraid of? She just wanted to make some money.

After thinking about it, I couldn’t help it, so I stopped and turned around to ask, “How much do you want?”

“two hundred.”

It wasn’t as big of a demand as I had imagined, so I could accept it. I hesitated for a moment and said, “Don’t give up halfway.”

“Okay!”

I looked around, wondering where to go to find a place where no one was around. The little witch hooked her finger at me, signaling me to follow her. I crossed a street and followed her into a sportswear store. I was a little puzzled, but before I could ask, I saw her pick up a pair of sports pants and said to the salesperson, “Don’t worry about us, we can just try them on ourselves.”

I reacted instantly and couldn’t help but sigh that this little girl was so skilled.

Ignoring the salesperson, the little witch pulled me into the fitting room, pushed me against the wall, squatted down and started to take off my pants. I asked curiously, “Do you often do this with boys?”

She didn’t answer, but I already had the answer in my mind. Looking down at that delicate pink little face, I suddenly had evil thoughts and swallowed my saliva involuntarily. When she took off my pants and underwear, my penis was already in a semi-erect state.

The little witch held the scrotum with her left hand, held the penis with her right hand, and stroked it gently. After the penis was throbbing and fully erect, she moved her little face forward, half opened her mouth, and milky white saliva flowed down the tip of her pink tongue, forming a line and piling up on the red and oily glans, serving as a lubrication.

Her palms were soft and tender, warm and elastic, and sliding up and down the penis was an indescribable feeling of comfort. Especially when the tender flesh of the tiger’s mouth rubbed the glans of the penis, a tingling sensation spread throughout my body, and I couldn’t help but shiver, and the thing between my legs swelled like steel.

Because of the crystal liquid overflowing from the urethra, the girl’s small gloves made it smoother. I hummed in my throat, clenched my hands, stretched my legs straight, and held my breath.

This little girl’s technique is really amazing. Just using her hands makes her feel more comfortable than having sex with Patricia.

I looked down at her little face, her expression was calm, her eyes were clear, and I didn’t feel any desire, which was in stark contrast to what she was doing now. Somehow, I felt a little guilty and wanted to reach out and cover her eyes.

Just as I was struggling to hold back, the female shopping guide outside suddenly asked, “Does the clothes still fit?”

His tone was hesitant, and he obviously sensed something was wrong.

The little witch was calm, still stroking the cock rhythmically, but I was scared and said quickly: “Wait a minute, the button is stuck ... stuck.”

The shopping guide didn’t say anything else, but I knew I couldn’t delay any longer. Although I was reluctant, I had to resolve the issue quickly.

Just when I wanted to urge her to hurry up, the girl leaned forward, her face almost touching mine, her hot breath sprayed on my glans, making me jump. After a moment, she opened her mouth, wrapped half of my glans, sucked it hard like eating ice cream, and then, her delicate tongue tip pressed against the bottom of my penis, gently rolled it, and I felt like I was electrocuted, my whole body was numb, trembling, and I almost groaned.

The girl licked it once and then retreated, as if teasing me on purpose. Her cute little face still had that innocent expression. I urged her anxiously, “Go on, go on.”

The little witch smiled sweetly: “It costs extra money.”

“How much?”

“one thousand.”

“You ... you ... you are just taking advantage of someone’s misfortune!”

She just squatted on the ground, looked up at me, and said nothing. I was almost driven crazy by her, and I yelled in a low voice: “I don’t have that much money.”

“You can owe it.”

“Okay, okay, I owe you. I owe you. Hurry up, hurry up.”

The little witch opened her mouth again and moved closer, swallowing the entire glans into her mouth. The pink tip of her tongue slid across the urethra, which was elastic and soft. I took a deep breath, thrust my waist forward, and stuffed half of the penis into her little mouth.

The girl raised her big watery eyes and looked at me with a pitiful and aggrieved look. Unfortunately, instead of getting my sympathy, it aroused my animal desire. I thrust hard, and my cock squeezed open her wet, slippery mouth and poked into her throat.

The girl’s face was a little red, but she didn’t resist. She covered my thighs with her hands and looked at me quietly. I have to say that her appearance was really annoying. Thinking back to the time when she teased me, I couldn’t help but start to fuck her mouth.

The cock filled the girl’s small mouth, but she didn’t struggle or complain. Instead, she held the testicles with both hands, cooperating with the thrusting, and rubbing them carefully. At the same time, every time the cock moved in, her soft and tender tongue would automatically wrap around it and lick the shaft lightly. When the glans was pushed deep into the mouth, her throat would swallow inwards like a whirlpool, as if she wanted to suck the entire cock in.

I watched the hard cock moving back and forth between the two cherry lips, and the psychological and physical pleasure reached its peak.

I held her little head and started to thrust and fuck her madly. The salesperson’s voice came from outside the door again: “Um ... are you ready? There are still people waiting to try on clothes.”

I fucked the girl’s mouth and said through gritted teeth, “Soon ... soon.”

“Right away...” The salesperson’s voice was full of resentment.

After a crazy thrust, I finally couldn’t bear it anymore. I held her little head and pushed the cock deep into her mouth. I straightened my back and streams of thick semen gushed out. The girl held my thighs and her throat moved again and again, swallowing all the semen.

The girl rolled her tongue and rolled all the remaining semen on the tip of the glans into her mouth. After cleaning it completely, she slowly withdrew. I felt dizzy and had an illusory feeling of floating in the clouds. I have to say that this was the most comfortable and exciting sex experience I have ever had.

“Are you guys alright?”

The salesperson urged me again, so I quickly put on my pants, tidied my appearance, and walked out of the fitting room. Two female salespeople stood outside, looking at us with dark faces. After all, I had done something bad, so I felt a little guilty. I apologized and said, “I’m sorry, the button on my clothes is broken.”

“Do the pants fit?” one of the female shopping guides asked angrily.

“It doesn’t fit, maybe next time.” I handed the pants over and pulled the little witch out. When she was about to leave the door, she suddenly reached out and pushed the hanger at the door down, then turned and ran out. Seeing the salesperson screaming and cursing, I didn’t have time to think about it and ran away with her.

After running for a while, she saw no one was chasing her. She stopped, turned around and read out a string of mobile phone numbers, saying that if she needed anything, she could be contacted at any time. I was really confused by this crazy girl. I couldn’t understand her behavior logic at all. Did she make such a fuss for such a long time just to attract a customer like me?

But I still took out the old woman’s cell phone, asked her to say it again, and wrote down the number honestly.

When the editor was addressing her, he suddenly remembered that he didn’t know her name yet, so he looked up and asked. The little witch tilted her head, rolled her eyes, and said softly,” Elizabeth.”

Nice name.

When I got home, my dad was sitting on the sofa looking at his phone. When he saw me walk in, he angrily scolded me, “You’re already a senior in high school, and you’re running around all day. It’s so late, where have you been?”

Dad seldom cared about me before. I knew he was in an unstable mood now, so I didn’t take it to heart. I just made up an excuse and brushed it off. I put down my schoolbag and walked into the kitchen. I saw Mom standing in front of the stove with her back to me. The water in the pot was boiling. I stood at the door and greeted her, but she didn’t respond at all. She seemed to be lost in thought.

I couldn’t help but look at my mother’s back, her soft curves, her plump buttocks, her devilish figure even in her loose home clothes, and her thin waist pinched by the apron string. My mind uncontrollably recalled the plot in the incest pornographic novel, where the thirsty son broke into the kitchen, hugged his mother from behind, took off her pants as she struggled and resisted, and then pressed her against the sink and stuffed his hard cock into her...

I quickly knocked my head with my hands to drive away the absurd desires in my mind, then walked behind her and gently patted her on the shoulder. My mother’s body trembled noticeably, and when she turned around and saw that it was me, she frowned and scolded: “You naughty child, you scared me.”

“I greeted you, but you didn’t hear me.” I picked up a slice of cucumber, put it in my mouth, and asked while chewing, “What are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed in it?”

“Why are you asking so many questions, kid? Go back to your room and do your homework.”

“You two are about to get divorced, why should I write homework?”

“If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll tear your mouth apart.”

Because of those inexplicable photos, my father and mother fell into a cold war, but the relationship between my mother and I eased a lot. At least the atmosphere is not so awkward, and we can joke around like before.