Breakfast with My Mom’s Lover

Early in the morning, Luo Weiwei, still fast asleep in bed, heard a faint rustling sound by her ear at some point, like a mouse sneaking around for food. The young woman frowned; the sound was annoyingly distracting.

Worse, just when she was about to drift off again, it started up once more, back and forth, nonstop, tugging at her drowsy mind. The moment she tried to open her eyes, it stopped; the moment she tried to sink back into sleep, it came again.

"Crash." The sharp sound of porcelain hitting the floor was like a bolt of thunder, jolting Luo Weiwei straight up from bed. She yanked off her cute cat-shaped eye mask, and her first thought was that a mouse had gotten into the house.

Sitting there in a daze for several seconds, she finally remembered this was her own room, filled with clothes, books, and all kinds of makeup and accessories. There weren't any porcelain decorations to break.

Morning light spilled through the window, and messy footsteps sounded from outside the door.

Luo Weiwei realized something and reached for her phone under the pillow.

At the same time, she shouted toward the door, "Mom, what happened? What broke?"

"Mm... it's nothing. I just slipped and broke a bowl," Chen Huijuan answered, her voice muffled and heavy.

"Oh." Luo Weiwei replied, glanced at her phone, and saw it was still ten minutes earlier than the usual time she planned to eat breakfast and leave for school.

She put the phone down, about to doze off for a little longer, but the commotion outside only grew louder, with the sound of someone brushing at clothes mixed in.

Just as Luo Weiwei was losing all patience, she also heard her mother's low murmur: "Don't... like that..."

"Mom, what's going on? Did a guest come? Who is it?"

"Ah! Sorry for waking you. It's Xiao Gao. He just got off work and specially bought breakfast for you," Chen Huijuan said.

The moment Luo Weiwei heard that, she shot up out of bed.

Gao Qi was here.

As for Gao Qi, Luo Weiwei couldn't say she disliked him, and she couldn't say she liked him either.

In short, she just wasn't very interested.

On the other hand, her mother had always praised him in front of her, intentionally or not, time and again.

What Luo Weiwei knew about Gao Qi was that he was her mother's coworker, three years older than her, with pretty good family circumstances. As for how good, there was no car or house or anything like that, so she hadn't really paid it much attention.

That breakfast was an awkward one for Luo Weiwei.

Especially since the person sitting across from her was a familiar stranger.

She found that this man, at least on the surface, didn't match the "honest" image her mother kept talking about.

For breakfast, he had bought buns, but not the meat buns she liked. They were vegetarian buns.

The tofu-filled buns her mother liked.

Luo Weiwei looked down on that immediately. Hmph.

Trying to chase me, and he even bought the wrong buns. He must have done it on purpose, like those guys in novels who deliberately make a girl angry just to leave a deep first impression for later.

And there was another thing: he was unconsciously trying to curry favor with her mother.

Didn't know what mattered most.

Don't think winning over my mom means you've won me over.

Lost in her thoughts, Luo Weiwei didn't notice that right beside Gao Qi, her mother was handing her a bun. Below her line of sight, a lecherous hand was already rubbing her mother's big ass.

Chen Huijuan's face stayed perfectly normal as she half-stood to pass her daughter a bun, then called to Gao Qi, "Xiao Gao, you should eat more too. Vegetarian food is good for clearing out the stomach."

As Chen Huijuan sat back down from that half-rise, her big ass settled inward by another three inches, as if she were cooperating with the hand's teasing. The movement startled Gao Qi.

The pleasure of sneaking around was only pleasurable because it was sneaking around. The real outcome changed drastically once the window paper was torn and once it wasn't.

"Mom, I'm full."

Luo Weiwei stood up. Gao Qi immediately put down his chopsticks and got to his feet too, saying, "I'll see you out."

"No need. If you aren't full, eat more. Thank you for breakfast. It's very good."

Gao Qi was just about to go along with that and let her off the hook, thinking to himself that he'd like the little woman in front of him to leave as soon as possible. Then he caught the look Chen Huijuan gave him.

He gave an awkward smile. "No, I just finished. I'm heading downstairs and back home anyway."

How could the exchange between Chen Huijuan and Gao Qi possibly escape Luo Weiwei's eyes from such close range?

She became even more dismissive of him. Trying to pursue a woman and needing her own mother to teach him basic gentlemanly manners? He was honest to a fault.

By the time the two of them got downstairs, Luo Weiwei said blankly to Gao Qi, "All right, we're at the stairwell. No need to trouble yourself. You've been up all night too."

She was refusing him by instinct. She didn't want him to escort her all the way to the school gate and have her classmates see and tease her.

"All right, then."

Gao Qi couldn't have asked for more. The young woman was staring at him so directly that he immediately understood she was worried he might secretly follow her.

Do women these days all have this much self-absorption? Fine. She did have the capital for it.

After a brief pause, Gao Qi said, "I just brought you downstairs and left your bag at your place. I'll go get it and then head back to the rental."

"Oh." Hearing that, Luo Weiwei's contempt only deepened. Hmph. Saying he was going back for the bag was fake; really he just wanted to ask her mother for advice. What a calculating schemer. Who knew what nonsense he'd spin once he got upstairs?

Luo Weiwei turned and left without a trace of hesitation.

In the morning light, Gao Qi scratched his head and called after her back, "Be careful on the way."

Luo Weiwei heard him but didn't turn around. She only waved one hand with easy grace, leaving nothing behind but a cloud of air.

Gao Qi went back upstairs and returned to Chen Huijuan's home on the seventh floor. The apartment complex was an old one without an elevator. The place he rented was fairly close to her home.

"How did you come back so fast? I knew you'd come back. Your bag is right there," Chen Huijuan scolded him as soon as he stepped inside. "You always leave things all over the place."

Gao Qi touched his nose. Faced with the woman's complaint, he couldn't exactly say he had done it on purpose.

"My girl has quite the temper. You're in for it," Chen Huijuan said.

"It's fine, it's fine." Gao Qi didn't immediately pick up the backpack from the shoe cabinet. Instead, he took the chance to slam the door shut with a bang, then twisted the lock several more times to deadbolt it firmly from the inside.

"It's broad daylight. Why are you locking the door?"

A sly smile spread across the young man's face, and Chen Huijuan instinctively stepped back, avoiding his approach.

"Looks like you really do want me to be your son-in-law."

Gao Qi's half-smile made Chen Huijuan's heart tremble, but only a little. She raised her arm and lightly swatted his chest, teasing, "What do you think?"

The woman's question caught Gao Qi off guard. It would be a lie to say he didn't want to be her son-in-law; but to say he wanted it, it wasn't that strong either. In today's trendy terms, their relationship was coworkers plus fuck buddies.

As for the ideal son-in-law he'd once been in her eyes, maybe there had been one before. Now it was just a cover for the two of them sneaking around.

"You little bastard, you really have your eye on Weiwei, don't you?"

Gao Qi felt a sting in his arm. Chen Huijuan, seeing that her little lover wasn't answering, thought she had hit the mark. A woman in her forties always felt a gap of more than ten years when looking at a young girl.

There was an old saying: a man's love was always the most steadfast, and he always liked eighteen-year-old girls.

"Ah—" Gao Qi suddenly turned and swept the voluptuous Chen Huijuan into his arms in a horizontal cradle.

"What are you doing?" The princess carry from the young man made her remember twenty years ago, when Old Luo had carried her into the house exactly like that. Now, twenty years later, another man was lifting her in this same home.

"Put me down." Chen Huijuan thought of more than twenty years of wind and rain, and guilt toward her husband rose in her heart. "Put me down, hurry up and put me down. I still have to go to work. It's almost time. I'll be late."

"We can't-- mm-- mm--" The woman in his arms was still trying to say something. The embrace was warm and solid, but it was wrong.

She wanted to harden her heart, refuse him, and cut things off completely.

But before she could finish, Gao Qi's mouth came down on hers.

It was a long, lingering kiss, and the woman's gaze went hazy. The faint guilt she had felt for Old Luo was tossed straight into the Atlantic.

"Baby, I said I wanted to look at the ruby. You said our daughter was home. Now our daughter isn't home. I want to look."

"Where do you get such a huge appetite? You've worked all night and still want to go at it," the woman said shyly, pounding her fist against his chest.

"Don't-- not there. That's the master bedroom." The young man wanted to take her to the master bedroom, and that wouldn't do. On the nightstand in the master bedroom sat a family portrait, especially Old Luo's photograph.

"Ah-- no-- that's Weiwei's room either-- no--"

"Why not? It's that room then." Gao Qi cut in domineeringly, bracing her tighter in his arms. "You said your place has three bedrooms and one living room. That room is the storage room."

"Th-there's no way--" Chen Huijuan's voice was very low. She was holding to some kind of line and made no attempt to struggle.

Gao Qi forced open the bedroom door and laid her on her daughter's bed. Compared with the large bed in the master bedroom, this bed was a little small, and the two of them looked a bit cramped on it.

"No, you can't, I'm almost out of time." The woman pressed down on the young man's hand reaching for her waistband.

"Exactly, that's why we need to hurry." Gao Qi began to undress, first undoing his belt and revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

"You... then be quick." Kneeling against each other on the bed, so close that she could clearly see the cock inside and out, the blue veins bulging and coiling like old tree roots, she could already imagine the pleasure that hard, peg-like thing would bring her.

It was tempting her. In the woman's eyes, the man's cock was hot, radiating a steaming masculine scent. She caught a faint, pungent, virile smell filled with sunlight, vitality, and a restless endurance.

"I'll do it myself." Just as Gao Qi stripped naked and reached for the woman's pink hips, she stopped him.

Chen Huijuan shot him a coy glare. "Every time, you get rough and clumsy like this. Not enough for you, you beast."

Her eyes were full of seductive charm as she gathered her hair at her neck and began to undress. The black short-sleeved top barely covered her head before it slid back down again.

"Why are you stopping? Take it off." Gao Qi's voice had gone dry.

He was still lost in the spell of her exquisite eyes.

He hadn't expected that just as he reached the best part, the picture would cut out. It was an awful feeling.

It sent his head swimming, like he had forgotten something.

"Mm, if I take it off, I'll have to put it back on later--" Chen Huijuan was clearly thinking far more carefully.

"Then--" Gao Qi understood. His eyes turned even redder with excitement. This was practically the same flavor as uniform temptation. Sure, it wasn't a maid outfit or a nurse outfit. But even this decent married-woman look was plenty good.

Because she had been making breakfast for her daughter, Chen Huijuan had simply tied her hair back with an elastic band into a ponytail. On top she wore a black short-sleeved scoop-neck top.

Below, she had khaki casual slacks.

On her feet were soft, elegant pale pink sandals.

If it weren't for the faint smile lines at the corners of her cheeks when she spoke, reminding people of her age, she really did look like a mature woman in her late twenties.

From the very first moment he stepped inside, Gao Qi had been stunned by the way Chen Huijuan was dressed. She gave off the gentle feeling of a warm older neighbor, or maybe the tender charm of the pretty married woman next door.

Even more eye-catching was the whiteness and sensual openness of the woman's chest and neck, courtesy of that short-sleeved scoop-neck top. From her chest to her throat, the lace edge of her bra could faintly be seen beneath the curve.

Any closer, and just by lowering your head, you could see the full, springy, wonderfully fleshy swell of her cleavage, that especially sexy texture when he got close.

The pretty older woman never noticed him secretly feasting on her with his eyes.

"Ah--" Chen Huijuan gave a soft cry. She never expected that before she had even finished speaking, Gao Qi would pounce on her without a second thought.

Like a little puppy, he rubbed and licked at her chest through her clothes.

"Don't-- it hurts a little. You haven't unhooked my bra."

"Don't, don't-- take the bra off. So fragrant, so soft." Gao Qi buried his head and hummed against her, eyes closed in pleasure as his face rubbed hard against her breasts.

"Ah-- stop sticking your tongue out-- don't go lower. You'll get drool everywhere in a minute." Chen Huijuan complained with a frown and an eye roll.

He was sprawled on her daughter's bed, his chest bared, both arms reaching lazily upward.

Chen Huijuan's brows tightened slightly. She didn't understand why the man was so obsessed with her chest.

Watching him eat her up with such relish in front of her breasts, the thick bra robbed most of the sensation of any real pleasure.

Down below, through the fabric, her private parts were pinned under him, while the young man's hard cock kept teasing her left and right.

Chen Huijuan's desire had been stirred up, and on top of that it was almost time for work. Her eyes half-closed, she twisted her body slightly and quietly hooked her foot around Gao Qi's calf.

The woman's hidden signal made Gao Qi realize he couldn't stop here. There was still a bigger step to take.

Gao Qi kissed Chen Huijuan's red lips and murmured, "Heh, gorgeous, my dear sister, you must be getting impatient. I'll give it to you right now."

Hearing that, Chen Huijuan's cheeks flushed deep red. Just as she raised a hand to smack the bastard who had called out her little scheme, Gao Qi moved faster than she did.

Without undoing her belt first, he simply yanked down the zipper of her pants, pulled aside her underwear, and drove straight in to the hilt.

"Ah--" A soft moan slipped from her mouth, and the arm she had raised to hit him stayed frozen in midair. "Don't-- stop-- stop-- oh--"

"Need-- ah-- the pants-- oh-- don't-- stop-- ah--" As the man thrust in fast, her delicate arm trembled and landed on Gao Qi's shoulder.

She did not forget to remind him that she didn't want to waste time changing into another pair of pants.

"Mm-- okay, my dear sister-- I know-- I won't stop--" Gao Qi's scalp tingled with pleasure from the woman's tight, sucking passage. With the pants still around her hips, her pussy felt even tighter than usual.

"No-- I-- ah-- stop-- the pants-- need-- stop-- they get wet-- don't--" The woman slapped weakly at Gao Qi's back. The force was about the same as swatting a mosquito, and it only added another layer of filthy fun.

A disobedient little lamb deserved to be whipped hard with a rod.

And he just happened to be using his rod too.

"The key-- ah-- my dear sister-- mm-- I know-- you said so already-- mm--"

The two of them were pressed so tightly together that Gao Qi could not possibly have missed what she was trying to say. He was high on it. With a man's brain flooded by lust, he could imagine exactly what would happen.

"Ah-- uh-- no-- ah-- oh-- it's wet-- uh--"

As Gao Qi kept thrusting in and out with wet, squelching sounds, Chen Huijuan's struggling and pounding grew weaker and weaker. Her pretty face flushed brighter and brighter, her eyes went hazy, and springtime seemed to overflow in them.

Waves of pleasure rushed straight to her head, mixed with the warm, damp feeling of her private parts.

"Ah, my dear sister... mm... good mother-in-law..." Gao Qi lifted his head and drove his cock in hard. The two of them joined at the sex, their lower bodies wrapped in cloth, the surrounding fabric soaking through into a large dark stain.

"Ah-- don't mess around-- ah--" Chen Huijuan's flower core quivered at those shameless words, her sex throbbing open and shut, tightening and loosening, as if a thousand tiny hands as soft and white as jade were massaging her back and forth.

"Ah-- so good-- Mother-in-law-- slutty cunt-- I'll give it to you-- damn it-- I'll cum for you--" Gao Qi shot his filthy seed inside Chen Huijuan, filling her womb and sex.

"Ah--" Chen Huijuan opened her mouth wide and wasn't any better off. It was a perfect sex scene for both of them, and she reached her climax too, her lower belly trembling and contracting.

Just as Gao Qi withdrew the half-softened thing, her private parts gave a sudden gush.

"Tissue-- quick--" Chen Huijuan's forehead was damp with a light sheen of sweat, her pretty face overflowing with spring heat as she weakly issued orders from the bed.

In the end, it was still too late. The moment the cock left, her pussy burst like a floodgate and gushed out all over the bed.

Not only was her crotch soaked through, the bedding underneath was ruined too, wet through in a huge patch.

"Good sister, cumming out like that is better for your body."

"You--" Having made such a mess on her daughter's bed, Chen Huijuan was furious, but Gao Qi shamelessly pressed down on her again.

"Ah-- get off me-- you--"

"Sis, don't get mad. Your little brother will come cool your fire right now."

"Ah-- get down here-- ah-- stop-- I need-- time-- ah--"

With the man's lewd, triumphant laughter mixed together with the woman's soft, syrupy moans inside the tiny bedroom, the whole room seemed full of spring heat.