When she left Xiang Temple, she was not only chatting and laughing, but even her steps were lighter.
This was tough on Lian, who had only just recovered and was finding it quite difficult to keep up with his mother's fast pace.
However, this also showed how religious faith can help people, like improving their mindset, a point clearly shown in his mother.
Lian's visit to Pingshan this time was somewhat fruitful, though not in terms of the face-reading techniques Pingshan had mentioned for warding off misfortune. Rather, Pingshan, noticing Lian's less-than-ideal health, taught him some Taoist breathing and self-cultivation methods.
Lian had actually read about these so-called "Taoist secrets" in books before, but only after Pingshan's instruction did he truly understand how to practice them.
While the legends were certainly mystical, when Pingshan demonstrated them, Lian found them not much different from the daily school exercises.
The only difference was a greater emphasis on breath control.
His mother watched and found it interesting, trying it out herself. However, she probably felt it wasn't much different from her usual yoga and gymnastics, so she quickly lost interest.
On the way home, at the crosswalk, his mother was perhaps a little too relaxed. As soon as the walk signal turned green, she stepped out, only to be met with a car that turned sharply to the left before the light changed.
Lian reacted quickly, pulling his mother back, but due to his weakness, he lost control and fell backward to the ground. His mother was pulled forward by the force, spun around, and fell on top of him.
The fall hurt, but the instant his mother's breasts touched his chest, Lian felt an unusual softness and warmth.
As his mother's full body pressed further against him, Lian felt an urge to moan with pleasure.
His mother quickly got off him, grabbed his shoulders, and asked worriedly, "Lian, Lian are you alright?"
Lian answered that he was fine, but a deep sense of loss washed over him.
The scene from two days ago flashed through his mind: his mother and her lover having sex in the park.
Back then, his mother clung to her lover, unwilling to get up for a long time.
The car that caused the accident drove away without even stopping, and his mother angrily cursed a few times.
Not having seen the license plate number clearly, the mother and son could only accept their bad luck.
Upon arriving home, they found their aunt already waiting at the door.
Upon seeing them, the aunt immediately inquired about Lian's condition. After a brief whispered conversation between the aunt and sister-in-law, the aunt invited them inside to rest, taking on the responsibility of preparing dinner herself.
In Lian's memory, his mother had been away studying for a diploma for long period when he was just over a year old. For almost a year, Lian was cared for by his aunt.
Therefore, while he was afraid of his aunt, he also had a very deep bond with her.
For others, calling someone "aunt" is merely a form of address, but for Lian, the word "aunt" was perfectly fitting.
She was his aunt, but also had the qualities of a mother.
Seeing his aunt take the initiative, his mother went back to her room to rest.
But Lian couldn't calm down in his room.
His mind was filled with the memory of his mother pressing down on him.
Thinking it over, Lian decided to go to his parents' room to talk to his mother.
Opening the door, he saw his aunt busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, so he didn't disturb her and went straight to his parents' room. Just as Lian was about to knock, he heard his mother's voice on the phone inside.
"My son hasn't been feeling well these past few days and I am at his aunt's home too. I really can't get out...hehe...can't you even hold back for a few days?"
"That sounds nice...do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You just want someone to help you relieve your heat..."
"Ugh, stop talking...what's it to you whether I'm hot or not...ah...no, you're making me really hot...don't, don't make those sounds."
Lian lowered his body and pressed his ear against the door. He heard his mother's breathing become heavy, and there were panting sounds in the room.
"Mmm, mmm…you're so naughty…you're so annoying! Mmm, you're lying on the bed…"
"I don't usually sleep naked, I'm wearing panties…oh, stop talking, I'm really wet…"
Then Lian heard a faint rubbing sound, probably the sound of fingernails lightly scraping silk.
"Ah…ah…mmm, my nipples are hard…it feels so good…"
"Oh…I'm rubbing, I'm rubbing…mmm…your breasts are so big, round, and soft, and your butt is so round and plump…"
"It's all because of you stinky men who fucked me so hard…every time I go out, people stare at my breasts and butt…it's so embarrassing."
"I want it…darling…give it to me…give it to me…"
"Ah…it's in…it's in…listen…mmm, um…"
A series of low creaking sounds came from the mattress…probably the sound of a body pressing against the mattress, causing the springs inside to cum.
"Oh...oh...ah...it's coming...it's coming..."
Lian was listening intently. Although he had never had real sexual experience, he knew the woman in the room was about to climax.
Unexpectedly, a voice softly sounded in his ear: "You brat, when did you learn to eavesdrop?"