Chapter 1 Mom is angry again

In an ordinary high school in Mianyang City, a teenager was standing in the Moral Education Department with a sad face.

My name is Fang Xiaoyu, I am 16 years old, 1.67 meters tall, and a sophomore student. At this moment, I cursed the director of the Moral Education Department who was sitting there eight hundred times in my heart. It was just a cigarette in the toilet, and he had to ask my mother to take me home to reflect for a day. I was so depressed. If I were to say who I love the most and who I fear the most in my life, it must be my mother and my angry mother.

After a while, a woman pushed the door open and came in. I turned around to see that the woman was wearing a black professional suit and a knee-length skirt. She had a plump and slender figure, a plump and large chest, a slim waist and a fat buttocks. Under the skirt were two long legs in flesh-colored stockings, a pair of black high heels on her feet, a high nose and thin lips, willow eyebrows and powder, hair tied back, a pair of deep and sharp eyes, temperament and appearance coexist, and you can tell at a glance that she is a great beauty.

"Mom~" I shouted timidly.

"Fang Xiaoyu!"

My mother looked furious, stepped forward, and regardless of the director of the Moral Education Department next to her, she hit me with both hands and kept scolding me:

"You have grown up, you even learned to smoke!"

"You are so young, but you don't learn well, you only learn some indecent things!"

"If I don't teach you well today, I'm not your mother!"

I felt a little pain. It seemed that my mother was really angry. I quickly put my hands on my head and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Mom, be gentle, be gentle!"

My mother didn't use more force, and even raised her beautiful legs in stockings to kick me hard. In the end, it was the director who was a little confused who pleaded for me that my mother stopped, but she didn't forget to glare at me and threatened: "I'll settle the score with you when I go back!" Then she said a few polite words to the director and took me to the car.

This is my mother, Wan Shuyi, who is vigorous and resolute in doing things and never drags her feet.

In the car, I sat in the passenger seat, rubbing the place where my mother hit me with my hands while smiling:

"Mom, I know I was wrong, please don't be angry, okay?"

While driving, my mother lectured me: "Not angry? Look at you, you are so lazy every day, you don't study hard, and you have these bad habits. That's all, but you were caught and taken to the Moral Education Department to ask your parents to come. You have made me lose face!"

I smiled and approached: "So you are so angry because you feel embarrassed to be asked to come to your parents. Are you angry?"

After hearing this, my mother stopped looking at the road and stared at me with a frown: "You think you haven't been beaten enough, right?"

I waved my hands quickly, "Just a joke, just a joke, don't be angry, look at the road, look at the road."

My mother snorted coldly and turned her head away. I didn't dare to laugh anymore. It was time to admit my mistake.

"Mom, I was just curious for a moment. I saw that the classmates who smoked were cool and manly, so I tried it on impulse. Don't worry, there will be no next time. I swear." She said while making a gesture with her hand.

"If you don't learn from the good, you will learn the bad. Do you think you are a gangster? You are still manly, holding a cigarette and pretending to be a big brother. A real man should work hard to take on his own responsibilities, and your responsibility now is to study hard, not to spend your mind on these things."

"You are already a sophomore in high school, and there are less than two years before the college entrance examination. With your current grades, you can only go to a second-tier university. In today's society, second-tier universities have basically no competitiveness. If you can't find a good job, you will have to work hard for the rest of your life."

Well, my mother started preaching again. Although I have heard these words dozens of times, at this critical moment, I still nodded and said something that agreed with my mother.

My mother kept talking until she got off the car downstairs in the community. She rubbed her forehead with her white and slender fingers and said helplessly: "Son, when will you be obedient!"

I held my mother's hand and shook it constantly, "I always listen to my mother. I never fight back when she hits me or scolds me. I am a mama's boy."

My mother couldn't help but smile bitterly, "A mama's boy, a mama's boy won't be able to find a wife in the future."

I said sincerely: "If you can't find one, then you can't find one. I have a mother, and that's enough for me."

"Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers..."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

After returning home, my mother calmed down, so she ordered me to go back to the bedroom to do my homework. I took out the question book and didn't want to do it after doing two questions. Since my mobile phone was confiscated by my mother and I was only allowed to play on weekends, I felt very bored. Listening to the sound of cooking outside the door, my stomach started to growl.

When I came to the kitchen, my mother changed into a white home dress and hummed a little tune while cooking with her back to the kitchen. Her voice was as sweet as the voice of an oriole. Even though she was wearing a loose home dress, her hips still stretched it out. You can imagine how good her figure is. I walked lightly, came behind my mother, and asked: "Mom, what are we eating today?"

My mother's cooking hands shook violently, and she was obviously startled by me. She looked at me angrily,

"Are you a rabbit? You walk without making any sound?"

I smiled playfully, "How do you know I am a rabbit?"

My mother put down the spatula and pinched my ears hard,

"Don't be so unruly all day long. You can't hold it back after just a few minutes of homework?"

"It hurts, it hurts, I'm thirsty and came out to drink a glass of water, I'll go back immediately."

"After drinking the water, go back quickly. I told you to eat before coming out. If I see you staggering back and forth again, I'll break your legs."

"Okay, okay, let go first, okay? If you don't let go, I can't leave either."

I returned to the bedroom and rubbed my red ears with a grin, feeling regretful. Why did you go to provoke your mother when you had nothing to do?

It was impossible to do my homework. I sat on the chair and thought about it. My hand began to touch my crotch slowly.

Since I entered high school, I have become more and more curious about women's bodies. I also had a relationship and lost my virginity in the first year of high school, but it did not bring me much pleasure. For me, the charm and temptation of teenage girls are far from mature and intellectual women. So when I watch AV and pornographic articles, I will specifically choose beautiful women, including mother-son ones.

Of course, this is just my little hobby and yearning. Although in my heart, my mother is definitely the most beautiful and charming mature woman in the world, I dare not have any blasphemous thoughts about her.

I fantasized about the woman I imagined for a while, and felt that it was still meaningless. Besides, my mother was still at home, so I stopped and lay on the table fiddling with a pen to pass the time. After a while, the door was pushed open. My mother looked at me absent-mindedly and angrily hit me on the head.

Chapter 2 Adolescence

At the dinner table, my mother prepared three dishes and a soup. Because I just made her angry again, her face was as cold as ice, and the atmosphere seemed very cold.

I wanted to ease the quiet atmosphere, so I picked up a piece of braised pork ribs and tasted it, acting like a food critic, and occasionally said "hmm~". Seeing that my mother's face did not change, I increased my voice and kept humming.

My mother was impatient with me, stopped eating and glared at me and said: "You hum, ... "Maybe... maybe your cooking skills are getting better and better."

"So what you mean is that the food I cooked before wasn't delicious?"

My mother caught the loophole in my words and asked me a rhetorical question that choked me for a moment and I didn't know how to answer. I couldn't say a word after a long time of "uh". My mother looked at me with embarrassment and suddenly laughed. Then, she probably felt that she had not maintained her image well and scolded me with a stern face:

"What a smooth talker you are all day long!"

I complained in my heart that my mother was too proud, but she still smiled on the surface.

"Mother, you taught me a lesson. I will never dare to do it again."

...

After dinner, my mother changed into a professional suit and changed her flesh-colored stockings into black stockings. Before she left, she reminded me:

"I have to work overtime today and may be back late at night. Wash the dishes and do your homework. If you are hungry, cook noodles or order takeout."

After that, she put on her high heels and left. I was the only one left at home. My mother's departure made me like a wild horse. I said "Oh" and washed the dishes and sat on the sofa and started thinking about how to kill time.

Since my entertainment at home is basically on my phone and computer, my phone was confiscated by my mother, and my computer was locked. For a moment, I really didn't know what to do. Finally, I was bored and took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and lay on the sofa to watch TV.

The TV was playing a popular workplace romance drama recently. The heroine played a strong woman in the workplace, which is my favorite type. She was wearing a professional suit like my mother, which made me think of my mother. My mother and this character have similar identities. My mother is a customer manager of a bank in this city. She is also a strong woman in the workplace. However, in terms of figure, appearance and temperament, I think this actress is too much worse. Perhaps it is because my mother's temperament is incomparable in my heart.

After watching for a while, I felt more and more that this actress with this outfit was to my taste. In addition, I hadn't vented for two weeks. There was a nameless anger in my heart. My hand gradually reached down and stroked the erect penis up and down. After stroking for a while, not only did I not vent, but I also felt the urge to urinate, so I stopped and prepared to go to the toilet to flush.

After draining the water, I passed by the washing machine at the toilet door and saw the flesh-colored stockings that my mother had changed today in the washing machine. It seemed that my mother was in a hurry and forgot to wash them. Suddenly, a bold idea came to my mind - to use my mother's stockings to vent. Then I shook my head. No, how could I have such an idea? Those were my mother's stockings. If I used her stockings to masturbate, wouldn't it mean that I had other ideas about my mother? I slapped myself suddenly and began to explain in my heart: I just like stockings, which does not mean that I have any rebellious ideas about my mother. Isn't that what I think when I peek at my mother's thighs wearing stockings? Yes, that's it. I just have a fetish for stockings, and it has nothing to do with my mother. After I convinced myself, I tremblingly took the pair of flesh-colored stockings that my mother changed today from the washing machine and held them in my palm. My heart beat faster. This was the first time I touched my mother's stockings. The material was smooth and a little cold. I didn't know what it felt like when my mother wore them. But as soon as this thought came up, I threw it out of my mind.

I am just interested in stockings, I said to myself, then I held up the stockings and covered my face with a deep breath,

"Huh~"

The stockings have a hint of fragrance, just a sniff, my lower body is constantly engorged, my dick is swollen, I immediately returned to the sofa, wrapped the stockings around my penis and stroked it up and down, and then imagined in my mind the professional women on TV under me:

The woman's professional suit has not been taken off, her skirt was lifted up and rolled up to her waist, her legs in black stockings were opened and placed on both sides of me, the black stockings between her legs were torn open by me, the black panties were pressed into a strip and lifted aside to reveal the pink labia, between the labia, a dark and thick dick was constantly in and out of the woman's vagina, forming a sharp contrast, and the woman frowned and covered her mouth with one hand, groaning "hmm~hmm", and the other hand grabbed the bed sheet, looking very uncomfortable.

I reached out and hugged the woman's legs tightly, thrusting my cock and fucking the woman's pussy with all my strength.

"Lightly...lightly~"

"Ah...ah...lightly...ah..."

The woman kept moaning, and the beautiful sound was like the drum music of my sprint, tempting me to fuck her harder.

I felt that I was about to come, and the blood kept hitting my cock, making it thicker. At this time, the woman in the picture gradually blurred, and then gradually became clear, gradually turning into another woman.

"Son...fuck...fuck me"

"Quick...son...fuck me quickly..."

The woman in the picture turned out to be my mother. I suddenly felt a surge of blood, my heartbeat accelerated, and my lower body felt numb. A stream of milky white semen hit the stockings wrapped around my cock.

"Huh~"

I gasped heavily and gradually calmed down. My cock also softened. I came back to my senses and felt annoyed and guilty. I had just fantasized about my mother. Although it was only in the last few seconds, it was clearly my mother. She opened her legs and kept shouting "fuck me".

Snap!

I slapped myself and kept comforting myself. No, no, I just had thoughts about women like my mother. I didn't really want to fuck her. Besides, how could my mother open her legs and ask for fucking? This didn't fit her proud character. But no matter how I convinced myself, I was still annoyed.

I couldn't think so much. Looking at the stockings full of semen, I had to wash them quickly, otherwise I would be beaten to death if my mother found out. I went to the bathroom and rubbed the stockings hard several times with my hands, then wrung them dry and put them back in the washing machine. I was still a little scared. I turned off the TV and returned to the bedroom.

But feelings of annoyance and fear kept emerging in my mind, so I had to take out my homework book and keep writing. I don't know how long it had been before I felt sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.

Chapter 3 The teacher called

"I told you to do your homework but you either wandered around or fell asleep. Did you ignore my words?"

I woke up from my sleep. I didn't know when my mother came back. She stood beside me with her hands on her waist and an angry face. She sat up and explained a little aggrieved:

"I have been doing it. I just lay down and took a nap because I was too tired. If you don't believe me, look at the questions I did."

My mother glanced at the homework book in front of me with suspicion and found that I had written a lot. Her face was a little unnatural. Maybe she felt embarrassed. She pinched my ear and scolded:

"You dare to talk back, right? I haven't settled the score with you for today!"

Okay! Anyway, all reasons pale in the face of absolute force.

I kept silent and ignored my mother pinching my ear. After a few seconds, my mother let go of her hand. Perhaps she felt that the lesson was too harsh. She coughed and said:

"You didn't listen when I told you to find food for yourself when you were hungry, and I had to worry about you. I cooked a bowl of noodles for you. Go eat and go to sleep."

Of course I knew that I should not ask for more. Since my mother took the initiative to soften her tone, I had to take the opportunity to smile at her:

"Huh-"

I stood up, and my feet were numb in an instant. My legs softened and I fell forward. When my mother screamed, I fell on her and felt a softness and fragrance in my nose.

"What are you doing?"

My mother scolded me, and I realized that my hand was on her chest. Before I could feel the softness, she pushed me away with disgust.

"You are just like a child, acting rashly."

"Hey, my feet are numb, my feet are numb."

While eating the egg noodles cooked by my mother, I kept thinking about the softness I just felt, and I felt guilty but couldn't stop.

Alas, if I could marry my mother in this life~ I was so disappointed. I knew it was impossible. It was not allowed by ethics or law. If my mother knew, I would definitely break my legs.

"Go to bed after eating. I'll rest first."

Mom came out of the bathroom in a white bathrobe. Her slightly wet hair was a little messy and dangling. Her skin was as smooth and white as mutton-fat jade. Her delicate collarbone was clearly visible under her swan neck. Her breasts were high, and a ravine was revealed above her bathrobe. Her legs were plump and slender, white and rosy, and there was a trace of heat coming out of her body.

I was a little stunned. This scene, like a beauty coming out of the bath, deeply pierced my heart. It was so beautiful. I felt guilty and lowered my head and kept eating. Mom looked at me with some doubts and went back to the bedroom.

The next day, I went to school as usual, but I was absent-minded, always thinking about my mother in her bathrobe.

"Fang Xiaoyu! What are you daydreaming about?"

The math teacher hit me on the head with a piece of chalk.

"You were asked to go home yesterday, so you don't remember it, right? The midterm exam is next week. Can you pay more attention to your studies? I think your study status is getting worse and worse. Do you want me to talk to your mother?"

"No, Teacher Wang, I was wrong. I will definitely concentrate and try to do well in the exam."

A week passed, and I couldn't forget my mother's graceful figure. Every time I saw my mother, I felt guilty and didn't dare to look at her. My mother thought I had made a mistake again and kept asking questions until I promised that I hadn't made any mistakes.

The day after the monthly exam, I returned home and found that my father was back. My father is the department director of a listed company in the neighboring city. Because of work, he basically only goes home once every one or two months.

"My son is back."

Dad sat on the sofa, put down his phone and called me. I answered and walked into the house. Mom was cooking in the kitchen. When she saw me coming back, she said softly for the first time:

"Put away your schoolbag, wash your hands and eat. I'll make spicy chicken for you today."

I knew it was because Dad came back. Although Mom and Dad didn't look very close, they were also respectful to each other. I must have missed Dad after not seeing him for so long.

Seeing that Mom was in much better spirits, I felt guilty. I actually had unspeakable thoughts about her. If Mom knew, how disappointed she would be!

Alas~ I sighed and returned to the bedroom with my schoolbag on my back.

At the dinner table, the family was happily eating a table full of dishes, but I was not bored. The reason was, of course...

"What's wrong, son? You don't look very happy today?"

Dad put the bowl and chopsticks on the table and asked. Mom also stopped eating and glanced at me in confusion. Maybe she didn't expect that I, who always talked nonsense, would be so silent. I was even more depressed. I didn't know what to say, so I shook my head.

"It's okay. Maybe the pressure of studying is too great recently."

Mom moved her mouth and was about to say something. Her cell phone rang suddenly. Mom picked up the phone, frowned slightly, glanced at me and answered the phone.

"Hello, Teacher Wang."

"Yeah, yeah."

"I don't let him play with the phone or computer normally."

Listening to my mother's words and her cold expression, I knew it was over. I could only keep my head down and eat.

"Yeah, yeah."

"I'm usually busy with work, and his father works in another city, so he doesn't have much time to take care of him."

"Thank you for your concern."

"Yeah."

"Okay, Teacher Wang, goodbye."

The atmosphere instantly fell to freezing point. Dad wanted to say something but was glared back by mom. Mom looked at me coldly, and her breathing became a little rapid. I didn't dare to look at her and kept eating white rice.

"Eat, eat, eat! What else do you know except eating in a day? Look at what you have become now?"

My mother was furious and scolded me. I avoided her gaze and put down the bowl and muttered in a low voice:

"Man is iron, rice is steel, and I will be hungry if I don't eat for a meal."

What I got in return was a slap on the head. I said "ouch" and didn't dare to answer.

"Look at your grades now! You've dropped out of the top 200 in the class. If you keep going like this, you can only read a third-tier university or even fail to pass the third-tier university!"

"Before you told me that you would study hard, is this the result of studying hard?"

"You also got into some bad habits. You got caught smoking, but if you hadn't been caught, I don't know how many more bad things you would have gotten into!"

Mom started to settle all the old and new scores. Although I complained in my heart, I still looked aggrieved and said that knowing one's mistakes is the best way to improve.

After scolding for a while, the mother may feel that her mouth is a little dry, so she got up to pour a glass of water. The atmosphere temporarily solidified. The father coughed twice and advised:

"Wife, don't be so angry. A third-year degree is still a degree. It's normal for young boys to make mistakes. As long as they correct it, it's fine. Okay, let's eat."

Dad's words unexpectedly ignited the powder keg, and the mother became even angrier.

"Fang Zhenghang, are you saying what parents should say? It's normal for boys to make mistakes. Is this a little mistake? Do you mean it's normal for you to make mistakes?"

"Hey, why are you blaming me while you're talking? What did I do wrong?"

"Yes, yes, you didn't make any mistakes. Have you ever taken care of your son in all these years? Have you ever taken care of this family? Now you're unhappy when I educate my son. Why don't you take it so seriously at other times?"

"Your temper hasn't changed at all. OK, OK, OK, whatever you say is what you want to say." Seeing that he couldn't argue, the father simply threw the towel and ignored the mother.

"Fang Zhenghang, are you saying that you're not a good boy? It's normal for boys to make mistakes. Is this a little mistake? Do you mean it's normal for you to make mistakes? ?"

"Hey, why are you blaming me while you're talking? What did I do wrong? "Yes, yes, you didn't make any mistakes. Have you ever taken care of your son in all these years? Have you ever taken care of this family? Now you're unhappy when I educate my son. Why don't you take it so seriously at other times?"

"Your temper hasn't changed at all. OK, OK, OK, whatever you say is what you want to say." Seeing that he couldn't argue, the father simply threw the towel and ignored the mother. "What a character!" Mom snorted coldly and went back to her room angrily, slamming the door with a loud bang.

Chapter 4 Aunt Wang's House

After a long awkward moment, my father picked up a piece of meat for me and said with a wry smile:

"Your mother has this temper, and she is doing it for your own good."

I nodded. Of course, I knew that my mother was concerned about me. On the contrary, I was more worried that my mother would be really angry with me. After all, I did so badly in the exam this time, and I was called to the parents' office for smoking not long ago.

I ate a few bites casually, but I really had no appetite. I was afraid that my mother would be hungry, so I brought a bowl of food to the door of her room and knocked on the door. There was no response, so I turned the handle and opened the door.

My mother sat by the bed, her face cold, and it seemed that she was still angry. I brought the food to her with a look of knowing her fault,

"Mom, I know I was wrong, you should eat first."

My mother glanced at me sideways,

"Now you know to care about me, why didn't you think of it when you were angry with me?"

"Obviously you are too stingy." I muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say? You want to be beaten again?" Mom pretended to beat me, and I hurriedly smiled.

"Yes, yes, I want you to beat me again, but I definitely don't have the strength to do it without eating. I'll eat first and then you can beat me."

Mom's anger subsided a lot, but she might be too embarrassed to eat, so she softened her tone and said:

"Put the bowl here first, I'll talk to you."

I did as she said and stood obediently by the bed. Mom sighed, held her forehead and said:

"Can you tell me what you are most afraid of? What on earth is going on in your head? Why are your grades plummeting? "

I glanced at my mother. She was wearing a black windbreaker. The tight high-necked sweater inside the windbreaker made her already plump breasts look even bigger. A pair of jeans perfectly showed off her fleshy, slender but not bony legs and wide hips. Her right leg was placed on her left leg, and her right toe was dangling in the air. The bear slippers hung on her feet and seemed to be about to fall off. She looked beautiful and charming with a lazy look.

I really wanted to tell my mother that I have been thinking about you recently, but it is impossible to tell a secret.

"Well... I don't know what happened. I haven't been in a good mood recently and always want to sleep." I made up a reason.

"Not in a good mood?"

My mother looked at me with suspicion, which made me feel guilty.

"Are you playing with something late at night without telling me?"

"How is that possible? You have confiscated my cell phone, computer and even comics. You have also checked my room. There is nothing to play with."

Looking at my sincere waving, my mother also felt that her suspicion was wrong. After a moment of silence, she asked me in a strange tone,

"Are you...making friends at school?"

"What?"

"I just want to ask what friends you made at school?"

"Friends? I have a lot of friends, such as Zhao Tianhu, Liu Bo, Zhang Tao..." I counted them with my fingers while speaking.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Mom made a stop gesture to stop me, "I'm not asking you that."

I was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Mom meant. Mom coughed twice and continued:

"I mean, are you... in love?"

I suddenly realized:

"You've gone through so much trouble to ask me such a question, you should just ask directly."

"Don't worry about it, just answer me."

"This..." I pretended to be mysterious, and Mom also pricked up her ears curiously, "Really not."

"Really not?"

"Really not."

Seeing that my mother was still a little suspicious, I raised my hand and said four,

"I said four, if I lied to you, I would have no descendants."

"Bah! What are you talking about!" Mom quickly stood up and slapped my hand down. I grabbed it and shook it like a spoiled child,

"Mom, I'm really just in a bad mood, I didn't do poorly on purpose~"

Mom rolled her eyes at me, shook my hand away, and pretended to be disgusted:

"Why are you still like a child? Okay, okay, I believe you."

"Mom is still the best. I will always be her child." I smiled again. "Stop talking nonsense!"

My mother scolded me, and I was silent immediately. The air became quiet. Maybe my mother felt that she was too angry, and her face looked a little unnatural.

"Xiaoyu"

My mother called softly,

"Hmm?"

"My temper may not be as good as before, and I am stricter with you, but I hope you can be better, do you understand?"

"Of course I understand, but..."

"But what?"

Seeing that my mother gave me a very rare way out, I took advantage of it and joked:

"But you used to have a bad temper."

I touched the bump on my head and felt annoyed when I left my mother's room. You said you have nothing to do and talk about these things. Dad was washing dishes in the kitchen. When he saw me coming out, he turned around and asked:

"What's wrong? Is your mother still angry?"

"You don't know me yet. I'm very good at coaxing women. I can make my mother laugh with just a few words."

I was talking nonsense. Dad smiled. I walked over and took the bowl from his hand.

"You go and have a rest. I'll wash it."

...

On the weekend that I had been looking forward to, my mother took me to Aunt Wang's house for dinner. Aunt Wang is my mother's best friend, and our two families often have dinner together.

Arriving at Aunt Wang's house, my mother knocked on the door, and a woman opened the door, giving people a feeling of tranquility and gentleness. After the two of them simply greeted each other, my mother reminded me unhappily,

"Why don't you call someone?"

"Oh, oh, Aunt Wang, you've become more beautiful and I didn't recognize you just now."

Aunt Wang covered her mouth and smiled,

"You are so sweet, kid."

My mother rolled her eyes at me and took me into Aunt Wang's house. There was a little girl sitting on the sofa in the living room watching cartoons, Aunt Wang's daughter Xinxin.

The little girl called Aunt Wan obediently after seeing her mother, but rolled her eyes at me,

"Xinxin, why don't you call you Brother Xiaoyu?" Aunt Wang was not angry either, maybe because she was gentle, and her words always made people feel comfortable.

"Brother Xiaoyu," the little girl called reluctantly, and when she saw her mother and my mother went to the kitchen, she made a face at me again.

I didn't care either, sitting on the sofa and playing the mobile phone game that I rarely touched. The little girl crawled from the sofa to my side and disturbed me with her hands.

"Go, go, go away." I shouted in a low voice.

The little girl made a face at me and became more presumptuous. She kept disturbing me, making it impossible for me to play. I was a little annoyed and threatened in a low voice,

"If you don't go over, I will hit you!"

The little girl suddenly looked aggrieved, and her big eyes suddenly became watery. I felt something was wrong and coaxed her in a low voice:

"Okay, don't cry, I'll let you play, okay."

I handed the phone over with some heartache, but I didn't expect the little girl to not appreciate it. Tears burst out of her eyes and she burst into tears with a "wow".

"Wuwuwuwu~" I quickly covered the little girl's mouth, but it was too late. Mom came over angrily, "Fang Xiaoyu, what are you doing? Why is Xinxin crying?" "No... no, yes... yes..." Mom came over and pushed me away, "No, no," and then comforted the little girl, "Tell your aunt how Xiaoyu bullied you, and your aunt will help you."

Chapter 5 Annoying Children

"I wanted to play with Brother Xiaoyu's phone, but he wouldn't give it to me and even hit me... woooo~"

The little girl cried in her mother's arms, and her mother's expression became more and more ugly. I cried out that I was wronged:

"I didn't hit her, I just didn't want her to play with the phone. After all, she is still so young, and playing with the phone is not good for her eyes."

My mother didn't listen to my nonsense, but she didn't believe that I would hit her. She stood up and stretched out her hand,

"Give me the phone!"

I still wanted to insist on my opinion, but when my mother saw that I was unmoved, she hit me lightly twice. I couldn't help but hand over the phone reluctantly,

"Xinxin, be good, don't cry, Auntie has already taught Brother Xiaoyu a lesson, we won't play with him, here, brother's phone is for you to play with."

My mother hugged the little girl and coaxed her. Somehow, I was a little jealous of my mother for being so gentle to other children, even though they were much younger than me.

The hateful thing is that after the mother left, the little girl made a face at me again, with a smug expression, and shook the phone in her hand as if showing off. I was so angry that my teeth itched, but I couldn't do anything about her. I had to sit on the sofa and watch TV. After a while, the little girl came to grab the remote control again. I quickly took the phone from the sofa and hid it in my pocket.

Finally, when the meal was served, the four of us sat on one side, and the mother and I sat facing each other. The little girl ate a small bowl and played with a glass ball on the side. Suddenly, the glass ball fell to the ground and rolled under the table on my side.

"Ball~" The little girl used her cute method again, and I felt more and more annoying the more I watched.

"What are you standing there for? Why don't you help your sister pick it up?" Mom scolded me. I was used to it and complained, "Children are troublesome." I honestly bent down to pick up the ball.

But when I bent down and put my head under the table, I saw a beautiful scene. Because of my mother's sitting position, there was a gap between her two long legs, and I could vaguely see the base of her thighs in stockings. This scene instantly stimulated my nerves. I opened my eyes wide to see more clearly, but the light under the table was not very good and I couldn't see clearly.

I felt itchy in my heart. Although I felt guilty for peeking at my mother, this beautiful scene was too tempting. I pretended to accidentally touch the glass ball to my mother, muttering "This ball is too slippery" and getting closer to my mother's legs.

My waist has been folded and stretched to the limit. At this position, I can vaguely see a hint of deep red on my mother's black silk legs. I'm sure this is my mother's underwear! My heart beat faster and my eyes were as big as copper bells, trying to deeply imprint this scene in them. After more than ten seconds, I was afraid that my mother would find out, so I picked up the ball and left the table reluctantly.

After I sat down, I was afraid to look at my mother, so I had to eat non-stop.

"You are not good at anything, but eating is the first priority. It takes you a long time to pick up something."

If it were in the past, I would definitely retort, but now I don't dare to respond because I feel guilty. Aunt Wang next to me smiled gently and advised:

"Don't be too harsh on him, kid."

"You don't know, if he is not beaten for three days, he will go crazy. I am so worried all day."

...

After leaving Aunt Wang's house, my mother and I went to the mall. At this time, a man in a suit with glasses saw us and Came over,

"Manager Wan, what a coincidence."

The man in the suit greeted my mother in a somewhat vulgar way, and my mother gave a professional fake smile and replied:

"It's quite a coincidence."

The man in the suit looked at me again and said in a somewhat flattering tone:

"Is this your brother? He's really handsome."

"My son."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't expect your son to be this big!"

My mother was a little impatient,

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Seeing this, the man in the suit couldn't say anything more, and left in disgrace after responding.

"Mom, who is he?"

"A colleague."

"Mom, I don't think he's a good person. The way he looked at you just now was not normal."

"What do you know, little kid?"

I understand. I understand the burning desire in the eyes of the man in the suit just now. Yes, there is no man who doesn't like a fairy like mom who is the focus wherever she is. Thinking of this, I actually began to envy my father for being able to marry such a beautiful wife as mom.

Why can't I be born 20 years earlier, so that I can pursue mom openly, although there is a high probability... that I can't catch up.

After buying two sets of clothes in the mall and returning home, I lay on the bed and began to think about it again. Unconsciously, I thought of the scene of peeking at mom's skirt today. Thinking about it, I felt itchy and wanted to vent like a nameless fire.

Desire prompted me to open the door secretly. Mom had returned to the bedroom. I came to the washing machine like a thief. Sure enough, I found the black stockings that mom had changed inside.

I struggled for a while, gritted my teeth, picked up the stockings, went back to the bedroom, locked the door, held the stockings tightly in front of my nose, smelled them, and then opened a book by Li Wenliu Bei, wrapped the penis with the stockings and started to stroke it quickly.

After venting, I came to the sage mode. After a few minutes of guilt and regret, I quietly went to the bathroom to wash the stockings stained with semen. Just as I was scrubbing them carefully, there was a knock on the door.

"What are you doing in there? You haven't come out for a long time."

"Ah? I... I'm pooping. Oh! I ate too much today."

My mother's voice really scared me. I stopped washing and pretended to go to the toilet, but there was no movement outside. After a while, my mother came to the bathroom door again.

"Are you...?"

I was shocked. Could it be that my mother found that the stockings in the washing machine were missing?

Seeing that my mother didn't ask any more, I bravely asked:

"What's wrong?"

"You... nothing, go to the toilet and go to bed, see what time it is."

After confirming that my mother had left, I felt a little scared. From her tone, it seemed that she had discovered that the stockings in the washing machine were missing, but why didn't she say it?

Am I overthinking? But... I had a headache for a moment, so I quickly took the dry stockings and quietly put them back in the washing machine and returned to the bedroom.

The next day, I found that my mother looked at me a little strangely, as if she wanted to say something but didn't say anything. Until dinner, I finally couldn't stand this subtle atmosphere and asked:

"Mom, what do you want to ask me? You've been acting weird all day."

My mother glared at me and spoke after a long time:

"Are you... curious about the opposite sex now?"

Chapter 6 I was cheated when buying flowers

My heart skipped a beat. It seemed that my mother might have discovered that I stole her stockings. If she knew that I used her stockings to masturbate, I would be dead or dead. The best thing to do at the moment was to play dumb.

"Curious? What do you mean, mom? Can you explain it more clearly?"

"You are pretending to be stupid, right? It's just that you boys... have those little things in your mind."

My mother saw through my pretending to be stupid at a glance, but it's true. My mother has also been through our age. How could she not know what I was thinking?

"This... this... is indeed a little..." I secretly observed my mother's face, and there was no change, and continued: "But... like boys of our age, it is normal to be a little curious about the opposite sex, don't you think?" My mother rolled her eyes at me, "Normal bullshit! I was wondering why your academic performance is getting worse and worse, it turns out that your mind is full of these crap!" "How can this be called crap? I'm 16 years old, isn't it normal to be a little curious? It's abnormal not to be curious, and we will talk about this in our biology class." My mother is a highly educated person, I believe she will definitely not blame me, as for the stockings... Before I can think about it, my mother continued: "Then have you... ever... secretly taken women's clothes?" Sure enough! My mother must have discovered that I stole her stockings, my brain was working fast, and the best way now was to play dumb, anyway, my mother didn't see me masturbating with stockings, and I couldn't admit this matter even if I was beaten to death. "Mom, who do you think I am? Although I may be a little curious about the opposite sex, I won't do such a perverted thing, okay."

My righteous words frightened my mother. After a while, she still mentioned the stockings.

"What about the stockings I changed yesterday?"

"Stockings? What stockings?"

"You are playing dumb with me, right? You know what I am talking about!" Mom picked up the chopsticks and hit me on the head. I couldn't pretend anymore, so I made up an excuse.

"Oh, oh, you are talking about this matter. I just want to help you wash it. There is no other meaning. . "

"Wash it?"

My mother's expression was obviously unconvinced, but she might have felt that this matter was too embarrassing, so she didn't continue to pester me.

"I will wash my stockings myself in the future! If I find out again, you will be in trouble next time."

"Also..." Mom changed the subject, "It is normal for you to be curious about the opposite sex now, but you must be sensible and know what you can and cannot do."

"Yeah, yeah." I nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, but I was relieved in my heart. As long as my mother didn't catch any substantial evidence, she couldn't do anything to me. At most, she would just think that I was curious about the opposite sex.

In the next two weeks, I spent more time on studying. On the one hand, I was afraid that my mother would not let me off easily if I failed the exam, and on the other hand, I wanted to become better in my mother's heart.

Just like when I was a child, I hoped to get my mother's reward for performing well... No, it was more like a male showing his charm to court a mate.

Since that day when my mother found out that I stole her stockings and didn't know what I did, I never found her stockings in the washing machine again. My little plan was also in vain. I understood that my mother began to be on guard against me. I felt empty in my heart for some reason. At the same time, I became more obsessed with my mother. No matter what style of clothes my mother wore at home, I would sneak a peek at her breasts and buttocks when she wasn't paying attention. I was entangled and excited. I knew it was a ball of fire but I couldn't help getting close.

It was the seventh day of the seventh month, and today happened to be the weekend. In the afternoon, I made an appointment with a single buddy Zhang Tao to walk on the street.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, it is the age full of yearning for love. I am no exception. Looking at the young couples coming and going on the road, a ripple was set off in my heart, and I was fascinated.

"What's wrong, brother Yu, are you envious?" Zhang Tao said meanly beside him.

"Yeah, I'm jealous. You single guy, how dare you say that to me."

"Tsk! If you're jealous, just find someone. Didn't Wang Xinran write you a love letter some time ago? How are things going?"

The Wang Xinran that Zhang Tao mentioned is the study committee member of our class. She looks pretty and innocent, but I'm just not interested.

"I don't have any feelings for her. I didn't dump her."

"No feelings? Wang Xinran is pretty and good at studying. She's actively pursuing you, but you don't do it?"

Zhang Tao looked incredible. What he said was actually right. Wang Xinran is pretty and good at studying. There are so many people in the school who have a crush on her, but she just likes me. Although I feel a little happy to be pursued by such a beautiful girl, I just can't get interested in her.

"You're not... a gay, are you?" Zhang Tao deliberately made a horrified expression. I rolled my eyes at him and cursed.

"Gay, you're gay."

Zhang Tao didn't care that I scolded him. After all, we were used to it. He pondered for a moment and asked mysteriously:

"You don't have someone you like, do you?"

I was about to say no, but I don't know why my mother's figure suddenly appeared in my mind. I remembered my mother's plump figure and the scene of me peeking under her skirt...

Unconsciously, we walked to a stall selling roses. The sitting proprietress stood up immediately when she saw a customer coming. She looked at us for a few seconds and then put on a professional smile.

"Two handsome boys, do you want to buy a rose for your girlfriend?"

"No, we don't have girlfriends." Zhang Tao waved his hand in response. "No girlfriend? Then you must have someone you like. Buy a rose for the girl you like. Which girl can resist it!"

The boss lady obviously didn't want to give up the business and continued to sell. Zhang Tao was not interested and pulled me to leave.

"Wait a minute! I'll buy it."

The boss lady smiled happily and didn't forget to flatter,

"I didn't expect the handsome boy to be so romantic. I wonder which girl is so lucky! Twenty yuan a rose, how many does the handsome boy want?"

Twenty... I was being taken advantage of.

"Take one!"

The boss received my transfer with a smile and handed me a rose.

"Tell me quickly, who do you like?" Zhang Tao couldn't wait to gossip as soon as I walked away. I ignored him and continued walking with the rose. "Tell me, tell me, Wang Xinran? No, Liu Huanhuan? Or Zhao Ruoyu?"

I was annoyed by his chattering and turned to face him,

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, okay."

"The person I like is..." I lowered my voice, and Zhang Tao approached with his ears perked up,

"Your sister"

Chapter 7 Car Accident

After arriving home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. I gently opened the door. The lights in the living room were still on. Mom was sitting on the sofa, and it seemed that she had fallen asleep with her back against the sofa.

I walked closer with light steps and observed Mom. Mom had not changed out of her professional suit. Her hands were crossed in front of her chest, making her already plump breasts look even bigger visually. Her lower body was still in a western skirt with flesh-colored silk stockings. Her right foot was upturned, and the slippers on her feet had fallen off, revealing her fair and tender little feet.

Mom's hair was tied up, her beautiful face was flawless, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, her eyes were closed, her two vermilion thin lips were slightly open, and she snored slightly from time to time. Even when she was sleeping, she still gave people a feeling that she could be admired from a distance but not played with.

I was moved by what I saw and called out,

"Mom?"

Without getting a response, I put the rose on the coffee table and looked at my mother's sleeping face and those thin lips. My heart was itching. I wanted to kiss her thin lips, but I was really conflicted. I was afraid that my mother would find out and beat me to death, but I couldn't get over that hurdle.

Forget it, I'll die! I bravely raised my head and bent over to slowly approach my mother's face. Seeing this face with infinite temperament getting closer and closer, my heart beat faster and I kissed her quickly and gently.

Although it was just a kiss and I didn't feel any substantial feeling at all, I was still very excited and kept smacking my lips to savor the feeling just now.

After a while, my mother's eyebrows moved, and I quickly picked up the rose on the table and hid it behind me.

"What are you doing here?"

After waking up, my mother looked at me standing next to her and asked with a frown.

"I came back and saw you were asleep. I called you but you didn't answer me, so I wanted to wait for you to wake up." I felt a little guilty, after all, I just kissed my mother.

"Really?"

My mother tidied her clothes, looked at her watch again, and scolded me:

"Why did you come back so late? Look at what time it is now?"

I didn't care about my mother's scolding at all. I sat down next to my mother, holding her arm with my left hand, hiding the rose on the sofa behind me with my right hand, and flattered:

"Mom, do you know what day it is today?"

"What day?"

My mother was confused and didn't understand.

"Today is the seventh day of the seventh month, Valentine's Day!" I said happily, and my mother's face did not change, and her tone was still cold,

"What does Valentine's Day have to do with you? Why do you care about Valentine's Day at such a young age?"

"Well... it has little to do with me, but it has something to do with you, mom."

I didn't notice my mom's expression and kept talking to myself,

"It is said that every woman hopes to receive roses on Valentine's Day. My dad is out of town and can't send them, but he will definitely call you..."

At this time, I found that my mom's expression was getting gloomier and even looked a little sad. I realized that although my dad and mom were respectful to each other, they had been married for so many years after all, and my dad must have forgotten about this.

I immediately changed the subject,

"Mom, close your eyes, I'll give you a surprise."

My mom looked at me suspiciously and said in a cold tone:

"What for?"

"You will know if you close your eyes," my mom was unmoved and said unhappily:

"Just say what you have to say, don't beat around the bush."

"Close it, close your eyes~" I kept shaking my mom's arm and begging her. Seeing that she couldn't get over me, my mom had to close her eyes.

"Hurry up, you are so mysterious,"

I took the rose in my hand, held it with both hands and faced my mother,

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

My mother's eyelashes moved and she opened her eyes. Before she could react, I said loudly:

"Happy Valentine's Day, Mom. I hope you will always be young and beautiful!"

My mother was stunned for a while, then she stretched out her jade hand and patted me gently, and taught me a lesson:

"No wonder you don't do well in school. It turns out that you spend all your time on these things."

I didn't feel any pain, and my mother's words were very clear. She didn't sound angry, and laughed twice.

"Mom, you can't say that, right? Today is a special day, and my rose has been blessed. The person who receives it can stay young forever, so I thought of giving it to you."

I was talking nonsense, and my mother's expression obviously didn't believe it, but she still took the rose.

"Okay, okay, you've been smiling all day, go take a shower and go to bed, you smell of sweat."

"Yes, sir!"

I grinned, and when I left, I found that my mother had a barely noticeable smile on her lips, and I felt even happier.

...

"This question will definitely be tested in the final exam, I will only explain it once..."

In the math class, the head teacher, Mr. Wang, repeated what he said countless times, and began to lecture endlessly. After listening for a while, I felt a little boring, so I started to think about something else.

High school life is like this, boring but full of passion and sweat. Finally, after the evening self-study, I took a taxi to a beef noodle restaurant next to the community and ate a bowl of beef noodles and prepared to go home.

When I crossed the sidewalk, a dazzling light flashed. I wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

Damn... I cursed inwardly and lost consciousness.

When I slowly opened my eyes and woke up, I was lying on the bed. I turned my head and saw a person lying on the bed, holding my hand tightly. Who else could this graceful figure be but my mother?

"Mom..."

I called softly, and my mother propped herself up, her face was haggard, her eyes were red, and she showed a hint of surprise when she saw me wake up.

"You... you finally woke up, you want to scare your mother to death!"

My mother was surprised and happy. I was about to comfort her when the doctor came in.

"Who is Fang Xiaoyu's family?"

"I, I."

My mother stood up and walked to the doctor, her tone a little low.

"Doctor, is my son... okay?"

"A slight concussion, multiple abrasions, nothing serious, but he needs to be hospitalized for observation overnight."

"Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor."

Hearing my mother's low tone, I felt very uncomfortable. Usually my mother is high and mighty, but she is willing to lower herself for me, but I still have dirty thoughts about my mother...

"You said you, why don't you go home after school and wander around the street? If it weren't for the kindhearted people who called 120 for you, you would have died on the street. "

Mom sat down, resumed her usual sternness, and scolded me,

"Actually, I can't really blame myself for not going home."

"If you don't blame you, then blame me?"

"I don't blame you either. If I have to blame someone, then blame that beef noodle shop for being so delicious. I couldn't help it!"

Listening to my nonsense, Mom rolled her eyes, but maybe seeing that I was injured, she stopped scolding me and her tone became gentle,

"Xiaoyu, you must pay attention to safety when crossing the road in the future. You are not a child anymore. I can't tie you to my belt forever."

Mom's tone was a little gentle. While I felt warm in my heart, I secretly complained that I wanted to be tied to your belt...

Chapter 8 Sleeping with Mom

"Okay, go to sleep. I'll go to school tomorrow after I'm discharged from the hospital. I've called your class teacher."

"What about you?"

"I'll sit here with you." Mom tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sat on a chair.

"No, you have to go to work tomorrow. How can you sit on a chair? How about you... squeeze in with me?"

I looked at my mother in a professional outfit with black stockings and high heels and couldn't help but think about it again. Mom glanced at me and said:

"No, the bed is so small. You won't be able to rest well if you squeeze in. Besides, you're injured now. What if I touch your wound?"

"It won't affect me. I can't even feel the wound. It's no problem for me to get out of bed and run two laps now. If you don't believe me, just look."

Seeing that my wishful thinking was in vain, I was a little anxious. I propped myself up and swung my arms. To be honest, it still hurt a little, but in order to achieve my goal, I endured it and didn't reveal any flaws.

"Okay, okay, why are you so proud!" Mom hurriedly pushed me back to the bed.

"Then don't complain about squeezing you later."

How could I complain? I was so happy that I didn't have time to do so. I was afraid that Mom would regret it, so I quickly moved my body to make room for her.

"How could that be? Besides, you are so thin, you won't squeeze me at all."

Mom looked at it and hesitated for a long time, but still took off her coat. There was a white shirt inside.

Mom's plump figure stretched the shirt tightly, especially the chest area. It felt like the button on her chest was about to collapse. Then, Mom gracefully bent down and took off her high heels, revealing her black silk feet. Her feet were delicate and tender, like ripe fruits that made people want to taste them. Then, Mom lifted the quilt and lay down next to me.

I was very excited, my heart was beating fast. Since I reached puberty, my mother has never slept with me again, let alone so close to me. Feeling my mother's soft shoulders, my breathing quickened.

I couldn't help but imagine how nice it would be if my mother lay beside me like this as a wife~

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Why do you look so red?" My mother touched my forehead with her hand, and the cool and smooth feeling immediately penetrated my heart.

"You don't have a fever either?"

"No, no, it's just that the quilt is too thick and a little hot."

After a while, the atmosphere became cold. Because I had other thoughts about my mother, I became nervous and dared not move.

Maybe my mother felt a little embarrassed to squeeze in the same bed with me. After all, I was not a child anymore. She turned over and faced my back, and moved her body over there.

"Go to sleep, remember not to snore."

"How can I remember that!" I responded, but my mother didn't answer, so I lay motionless on the bed like a log, looking at the ceiling with my eyes open.

Because I was so nervous, I felt itchy here and painful there. I wanted to move, but I was afraid of waking my mother up. I was tormented like an ant on a hot pot.

After a while, the breathing sound in my ears gradually became stable, and I could even hear a slight snoring from time to time. I asked tentatively:

"Mom, are you asleep?"

Without getting a response, I became bolder and turned my body as quietly as possible to face my mother. From this position, I could see the back of my mother's head at a glance. My mother's soft hair was tied behind her head, and I could see her white and moist jade legs. There seemed to be a nameless fire in my heart, as if it was going to devour my reason.

My breathing gradually quickened, my eyes went down, and I carefully observed my mother's back. Through her shirt, I could vaguely see two black straps on her shoulders. This was her bra. Although I couldn't see anything substantial, I was still very excited. I felt like I was stealing, and at the same time I blamed myself, but it was soon annihilated by desire.

Because of the quilt, I couldn't see the lower part. I really wanted to get into the quilt to observe my mother's black silk legs, but I was afraid that waking her up would be counterproductive. I slowly covered my hand on my mother's thin waist. Even if I didn't dare to use force, I could feel the softness of my mother's body. Listening to my mother's steady breathing, I became bolder and slid my hand gently downward.

After a steep slope, my hand had reached my mother's hips. The amazing thing was that there was no hard feeling at all. I thought, my mother's butt looked so big, and there must be a lot of meat. How could I touch the bones? After feeling my mother's hips for a while, I continued to slide down.

Finally, my hand touched the silk stocking thighs that I had been thinking about. My heart was about to jump out, my face flushed, and my lower body was also erected like a tent.

These are my mother's beautiful silk stocking legs. I usually secretly look at them, but now I dare to touch them. Suddenly, I felt a sense of self-blame and blasphemy, and then I was overwhelmed by my desire for my mother.

Although I just covered them lightly, I could feel the silky material of the silk stockings and the temperature of my mother. I was not satisfied with this. I slid gently along the silk stocking thighs, feeling the feeling it brought me with my heart. But to be honest, the feeling brought by such a gentle touch was not very good, but the pleasure in my heart was enough to make me intoxicated.

After touching for a long time, not only did it not satisfy my desire, but it made me more excited. This desire tempted me to touch my mother's buttocks. After struggling for a long time, I slowly moved my palm and stretched out my fingers to gently cover my mother's buttocks.

My breathing became rapid, and it was like a dream. The big butt that I could only peek at was now in my hands. I used force with my fingers, but before I could feel the crazy softness, my mother suddenly turned over.

I quickly retracted my hands and observed my mother. Fortunately, she didn't wake up, but this really scared me. I didn't dare to continue my magic claws. I lay down and kept recalling the stimulation and the softness in my hands, and slowly fell asleep...

"Get up!"

I heard someone shouting in a daze, it seemed to be my mother's voice. Before I could react, a chill came instantly. I opened my eyes and my mother lifted the quilt. She had already tidied her appearance and was standing by the bed with a stern face. Suddenly, she glanced at me, as if she saw something she shouldn't see. She immediately turned her face to the side, and a blush appeared on her face.

I followed my mother's gaze and looked down. My crotch was erected with a high tent. I hurriedly pulled the quilt back to cover it.

"I don't know what's in your head all day!" My mother blushed and scolded. I felt wronged. This was not something I could control.

"Physiological phenomenon, physiological phenomenon."

My mother snorted coldly and turned away.

"I have called the doctor. If you check it out, you can go to school."

Although I was reluctant, there was nothing I could do. My mother was firm and would not allow me to refuse.

Chapter 9 Beautiful Woman

I returned to school and started my boring study life. Of course, in order to do well in the final exam and make my mother happy, I still listened to the lectures as much as possible. I survived until Saturday, and I asked my mother for permission to play outside.

After surfing the Internet for a while, I saw that it was still early, so I wandered around the street. I was about to go to KFC when a woman suddenly blocked my way.

"Handsome boy, can you do me a favor?"

The woman looked to be in her twenties and was pretty.

"What's wrong?"

"Can I borrow your phone to make a call? My phone is out of battery."

After saying that, the beautiful woman showed a sweet smile that was impossible to refuse.

"Okay." I took out my phone, unlocked the password and handed it to the woman.

The woman thanked me and took my phone and held it high to operate it, but after almost a minute, I didn't see her make a call. I stood on tiptoe in confusion to see what she was doing next, but the woman returned the phone to me.

"Sorry, I forgot the phone number, but thank you anyway~"

I was confused, and before I could think about it, the woman had disappeared without a trace. After eating a portion of KFC, I returned home and was surprised to see my father helping my mother in the kitchen.

"Dad, why did you come back?"

"I just got home a while ago, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner." Dad replied with a smile.

I saw that my mother was in a good mood, although she and her husband were not very happy when Dad came back last time, but there is an old saying that couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

After shaking my head, I went to wash my hands. Soon, the table was full of food. I ate two mouthfuls and didn't want to eat anymore, probably because I was in a bad mood and ate KFC outside.

"I can't eat anymore, you guys eat."

Just as I was about to put down the bowl, my mother lectured me unhappily:

"You want to be a model, you don't eat after eating so little, you must have eaten some junk food outside,"

"How many times have I told you to eat less junk food, you just don't listen."

"Okay, okay, you're so tight, you have to say it when you say you want to eat, it's normal for children to eat snacks."

My mother wanted to lecture me, but she might think that it was not easy for the family to have a meal, so she just said coldly with a stern face:

"If you can't eat, do your homework."

Because I was in a bad mood, I didn't smile with my mother, I responded and went back to the bedroom, took out my phone and browsed the forum.

I felt that I shouldn't have this kind of emotion, my parents are husband and wife, why do I feel a little disappointed when I see them getting along, could it be that I really fell in love with my mother, but do I love my mother's body or her as a person?

I was extremely entangled, and I looked up some information about mother complex on the Internet, but I still couldn't get the answer I wanted. I simply ignored it and started to browse Douyin. I kept browsing until ten o'clock in the evening. I felt the urge to urinate, so I got up and went to the bathroom door.

The light in the bathroom was on. I didn't know if it was my mother or my father. I was about to go back to the bedroom and come back later, but I heard my father's voice from inside,

"Didn't I tell you not to come, why did you follow me?"

"How can I come out now?"

I didn't think it was right. My father's tone was relatively low, and I couldn't hear it clearly, so I leaned on the door and listened attentively,

"My wife and children are at home,"

"Will you be obedient? Go to the hotel for one night first,"

"How could I not want you? You should understand me, too,"

"I'm not deceiving your feelings, but now is not the right time,"

"I'll come to you early tomorrow morning, that's it, hanging up."

Hearing these words, a huge wave was set off in my heart. Dad is... cheating? I suddenly had a very complicated feeling in my heart.

After listening to my father hanging up the phone, I hurried back to the bedroom to digest everything I just heard. My father should have fallen in love with someone else, but it was hard to say. I didn't see any substantial evidence. Besides, my father was usually a dull person. He was obedient to my mother. When they quarreled, he would just ignore her at most. He wouldn't quarrel or even fight.

Didn't my father just say that he would go to find the person on the phone tomorrow? When I thought about this, a plan came into my mind.

After breakfast the next day, my father really went out because he had something urgent to deal with at the company. I counted a hundred seconds in my heart and said to my mother who was cleaning:

"Mom, my classmates asked me to go out and play, so I left?"

"You only know how to play all day, and don't know how to spend more time on studying."

My mother's tone was either firm and unwavering, or okay. I smiled and said, "Spend time studying at noon" and ran out.

When I got downstairs, my father's car just started and drove out of the community. I quickly followed him and stopped a taxi on the roadside.

"Master, follow the car in front."

The scene I imagined of the driver holding a cigarette and saying "Sit tight!" did not appear, so I hurriedly said,

"I'll give you double the price later."

I have to say that the taxi driver's skills are still very good. My father's car had already driven far away, but he caught up with it in an instant and then followed steadily behind.

After driving for about ten minutes, my father's car stopped, and the taxi also stopped. A woman on the side of the road got on the passenger seat. I didn't see her face clearly, but I always felt that I had seen her somewhere.

The driver turned his head and looked at me with a nonchalant look on his face,

"Still following?"

"Follow, keep up."

It seemed strange that a child like me would follow an Audi. The driver's eyes were a little puzzled, but out of professional ethics he still didn't say anything, and stepped on the accelerator to follow.

Finally, my father's car drove into a five-star hotel. Since there was a gate control at the entrance of the hotel, taxis could not enter.

I took out a bill from my purse and handed it to the driver, saying "No need to change it" and ran into the hotel.

"Your sister's twenty dollars is enough to play Infernal Affairs with me!"

I seemed to hear a curse behind me, but I didn't pay much attention. I ran into the hotel parking area and found that my father's car had stopped, so I hid not far away and observed.

They got out of the car together and walked into the hotel. Looking at the figure of the woman, I always felt that I had seen her somewhere, but I just couldn't remember it. It was not until they entered the hotel that I began to think about this problem.

It should be a fact that my father cheated. After all, they both entered the hotel together. It is unreasonable that he was not in love with someone else. If my mother knew about this, according to her arrogant character, she would definitely divorce my father. At that time, I would become a child from a single-parent family.

Chapter 10 Caught Stealing Stockings

Thinking that my parents might break up because of this, I was actually a little excited, and then I felt entangled with guilt. Although I had developed strange feelings for my mother, my father was still my father, and the feelings were still there.

I took a taxi on the side of the road while thinking wildly: Should I tell my mother about this? Although it was my father who cheated, I always felt a sense of guilt for actively destroying the family relationship. Unconsciously, I came to the community.

Forget it, let it go, leave everything to fate. I walked in, thinking silently, and my depressed look attracted my mother's attention.

My mother was wearing a light red home dress, sitting on the sofa, peeling an apple and holding it in her hand, and said sarcastically:

"Hey, what's wrong, are you causing trouble outside again?"

I glanced at my beautiful mother, and my heart became even more depressed. I shook my head listlessly and walked towards the bedroom.

My mother sneered and waved at me. I came to her without knowing why. She handed me the freshly peeled apple and said sarcastically:

"You usually dance well, but now you are like a defeated rooster?"

I took a bite and felt the sweet taste in my mouth. My mood improved.

"Yes, your son couldn't win the fight for the hen with others."

My mother was stunned for a moment, then realized that I was joking, patted my head lightly and said angrily:

"You are not serious all day, go do your homework."

...

Until the evening, I accidentally saw a short video that suited my taste. The woman in the video was wearing a professional suit. Under the skirt that was lifted to the root of her thighs was a pair of black silk legs. She kept dancing in front of the camera. This look stimulated me at once, and I couldn't help but imagine the woman's face as my mother's face.

After a while, I felt itchy and painful in my lower body, but I didn't want to find an AV to vent it with my hands. I quietly opened the door and looked into the living room, but I didn't see my mother. I closed the door again and put my ear to the door panel to listen carefully. After a long time, I heard the sound of my mother opening the door and the sound of the bathroom door opening. The opportunity came! I plucked up my courage and sneaked to the door of my mother's bedroom. The door was ajar with a small gap. I gently pushed the door open and walked in with my feet trying not to make any sound. My mother's bedroom was filled with a hint of fragrance. I took a breath intoxicatedly. I don't know when my courage grew. If it was in the past, I would never dare to sneak into my mother's bedroom. I no longer hesitated and opened my mother's closet. It was full of all kinds of clothes of my mother, suits, windbreakers, sweaters... I admired it for a moment, but I didn't see my mother's underwear and stockings. Could it be that my mother hid her underwear? I tiptoed to the bedside table and opened the drawer. Sure enough, my mother's stockings were folded and laid flat inside. There were black stockings, flesh-colored stockings, pantyhose, etc., all kinds of stockings that dazzled me. I quickly picked up the top black stocking and held it in my palm and closed the drawer. I was about to leave, but I wanted to look for my mother's underwear again, so I went to the other side of the bedside table and opened the drawer. This is where my mother put her underwear. The top one is black lace underwear, and there are underwear of various colors and materials below. I gritted my teeth. Since I'm here, why not let it go completely, so I picked up the top black lace underwear and held it. At this time, I felt like I had found a treasure. I didn't have time to feel it, and immediately closed the drawer and prepared to go back. I just stepped out of my mother's room, turned around and gently closed the door to restore it. A cold voice behind me immediately scared me into a cold sweat.

"What are you doing in my room?"

I turned around, holding my stockings and underwear tightly in my hands and behind my back. My mother, who was wearing pajamas, was staring at me with anger on her face.

"I...I...I wanted to see if you were asleep. I couldn't do a question, so I wanted to ask you."

I made up a reason that I thought was perfect, but I overlooked one thing. My mother was not a child, but a beautiful woman who was smart. How could she believe my lies?

Sure enough, my mother glanced suspiciously behind me and asked in a cold tone:

"What are you holding in your hand?"

"Nothing...anything."

I felt like a basin of cold water was poured on my head. My face was pale and my heart was beating wildly. It was over! I was definitely dead this time! I still wanted to struggle, holding the stockings in my palm more tightly, shaking my head constantly.

"Take it out!"

My mother shouted coldly, and I was even more scared. I didn't dare to face my mother's eyes and kept shaking my head with my head down.

"I told you to take it out!"

Mom repeated, and every word of her cold and harsh words reached my ears, like a sharp blade.

Mom is still the dignified and solemn mother. Even though I have had blasphemous thoughts and actions towards her, I still can't resist her anger.

I was so scared that I was about to cry, but I couldn't resist my mother's anger. I closed my eyes and thought, let's die! I will still be a hero in my next life. I slowly trembled and put the items in my hand in front of my mother. I lowered my head to avoid my mother's cannibalistic eyes.

Mom didn't beat me up, but I knew that she was even angrier than usual. I could even feel the air around me getting colder.

After a moment, my mother grabbed her underwear and said in an extremely cold tone, "What are you doing with my clothes?" The cold tone hit me. I lowered my head and dared not answer, quietly waiting for the storm to come. "Speak!" I trembled all over with a roar, and said tremblingly: "No... what..." "No what? Do you think I'm a child?" Of course not, my mother is very smart, how could she not guess what I would do with her underwear, but what can I do? Should I tell the truth that I want to masturbate with your stockings and panties? I don't have the courage, my mother and I both know it well. My mother's breathing became a little rapid. I knew that this was the anger in her heart. After a long silence, my mother walked around me and entered the room, leaving a cold word, "Come in!" I didn't dare to disobey, and followed my mother with my head down, like a castrated eggplant. My mother casually put her stockings and underwear back into the drawer and sat down by the bed. "Kneel down!" This short sentence broke my defense line. Since I entered junior high school, my mother would still teach me like a child, but she never let me kneel. I was afraid in my heart. Thinking of my mother's upcoming anger, my legs softened and I knelt down with a plop.

Chapter 11 The Empress and the Little Eunuch

In the room, my mother's eyes flashed with an uncontrollable anger, her hands crossed in front of her chest, and the chill emanating from her body made me shiver.

"Tell me the truth, how many times have you secretly taken my...clothes?"

I knelt on the ground, humbly lowered my head and looked at the tip of my mother's slippers, like an ancient eunuch seeing the emperor, trembling slightly,

"Only this time..."

My voice was as soft as a mosquito, and the mother in front of me was like the legendary Wu Zetian, so I couldn't look directly at her at this moment, and could only kneel respectfully to respond.

"Once? Have you forgotten the time you stole it not long ago?"

My mother was so angry that she grabbed one of my ears. I grimaced in pain and kept begging for mercy.

"Just these two times, just these two times, please be gentle, it hurts."

"Now you know it hurts, why didn't you feel pain when you did these bad things?"

My mother pinched it hard again. I didn't know how to answer her question. I grinned and tried to relieve the swollen and painful ear.

"What are you thinking about all day?"

My mother let go of my ear, her tone was still cold as frost. I supported myself on the floor and said timidly:

"Mom, I'm just a little curious about women."

"Curious? Curious to your mother, right?" Mom hit me hard on the head again. Every word she said seemed to carry her anger, making me tremble.

"Give me your phone."

I looked up, and my mother crossed her arms in front of her chest, with a cold expression and frowned eyebrows, like a statue.

"Ah?"

"What? I asked you to give me your phone!" My mother's tone did not allow for rejection, so I had to hand the phone to my mother very reluctantly. My mother opened the phone and saw that I had set a password lock, and said coldly:

"Password."

"Mom~" I didn't expect my mother to want to check my phone. Although I usually have the habit of browsing without a trace, and those mother-son novels are hidden in folders, but I remember that there are more than ten Japanese AVs in Xunlei. If my mother found out, I don't know how embarrassing it would be.

"Don't call me mom, I'm not your mom, what's the password?"

I knew it would be hard to settle this matter today, so I had to stammer:

"5201314"

Mom glanced at me, then kept flipping through my phone. I quietly looked at Mom's expression. At first, it was okay, Mom didn't change, but it seemed that she saw something, and her face gradually became gloomy.

Pa!

I was slapped on the forehead by Mom again. A few drops of sweat appeared on the tip of Mom's nose. Her willow-leaf eyebrows were twisted into a rope, and her eyes were wide open staring at me. I was scared and had to make a pitiful expression hoping to get Mom's pity.

"You are not learning well every day. The phone is for you to relax, not for you to watch these...dirty things!"

Mom put her hands on her waist and panted and scolded, and it seemed that she was very angry.

"From today on, you are not allowed to play with your phone anymore. I will return it to you after the college entrance examination."

Although I was reluctant, my mother was in a strong position, so I dared not say anything.

"Also, I ask you, besides stealing my clothes, have you ever stolen other people's clothes?"

"No, really not." I shook my head repeatedly. Seeing that my mother was still suspicious, I made a gesture and shouted:

"I swear, if I lie to you, I will be struck by lightning!"

If it were in the past, my mother would definitely say "Pooh" when I made such a poisonous oath, but at this moment, my mother just softened her cold expression a little. I have never seen my mother so angry since I was a child. I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Why did I steal my mother's underwear with lust? Even if I wanted to take it, I had to take it when my mother was not at home. Now it's all over.

"Kneel down!"

Another cold shout, I was so scared that I quickly straightened my back, like a humble eunuch who was submissive to the queen.

The air became quiet, and my mother stopped scolding me. I lowered my head and could clearly hear my mother panting because of her anger.

I don't know how long it took, but I felt my legs were numb and my whole body was sore, but I didn't complain at all. As long as I could get my mother's forgiveness, I would do anything.

After a long while, my mother said in a slightly softer tone:

"Get up!"

This sentence was like manna from heaven. I stood up tremblingly, and my legs kept shaking because of numbness.

Mom frowned and glanced at me, then said:

"Today I am just giving you a small lesson."

"This time you stole my things, I will at most beat you and scold you."

"But if you steal these things from others in the future, you will be arrested and sent to jail, and you may even be beaten to death on the spot as a pervert."

I kept shaking my head and said sincerely:

"No, Mom, I won't steal from others."

"Do you mean you will steal from me?"

"No, no, I won't steal yours either. This time I was really just possessed by a ghost and was too curious..."

"Okay! I hope you can correct your mistakes, focus on studying, and don't think about indecent things in your mind, understand?"

It's impossible not to think about indecent things, but you can study hard.

"Yeah, I will study hard and not do anything bad."

"That's it for today. I'll warn you one last time. If you do it again, I'll break your legs!"

I nodded like a chick pecking at rice. After my mother said "Go back", I slipped back to my room with a sense of relief.

Alas, what kind of trouble did you get into? You were caught stealing stockings. Now, I can't play with my phone. I lay on the bed and kept complaining to myself.

The next day, my mother called me to have breakfast as usual. At the table, my mother seemed to be fine, as if what happened yesterday could never happen. But I observed carefully and still saw a hint of coldness between her eyebrows.

"Fang Xiaoyu, why are you staring at me? There are flowers on my face!"

My mother noticed that I was looking at her all the time, put down her chopsticks and said unhappily.

"There are no flowers, but you are more beautiful than flowers."

Snap!

I was hit hard on the forehead.

"You are talking nonsense. Have you forgotten what you promised me yesterday?"

I rubbed my forehead and felt that my mother was too strong. I felt a little wronged.

"You are not happy when I praise you. OK, OK, you are ugly, ugly as hell."

"Fang Xiaoyu!"

My mother got up and slapped me on the head. I begged for mercy and complained about why I couldn't control my mouth.

After dinner, my mother called me back to the bedroom to do homework. I couldn't play with my mobile phone or watch TV. Life was getting harder and harder.

Chapter 12 Female Classmates

For a period of time afterwards, my mother did not mention what happened that night again. She seemed to have forgotten the mistakes I had made. She still cooked for me every day and asked me about my studies from time to time. I could only pretend to be a good child and behaved very honestly.

My mother became more defensive against me. Once she got home, she would change into thick and tight home clothes, and the door would be locked at any time. She even did not forget to lock it when she went out.

This made me very depressed and regretful, and at the same time I doubted my life. My mother had been accommodating and doting on me enough, but I had unforgivable thoughts about her. The two negative thoughts kept turning in my mind and could not be shaken off.

During the math class that day, Teacher Wang selected four students to go to the stage to write questions, including me, Zhang Tao and Wang Xinran. Mathematics was my strong point, and I quickly wrote the answers. I was about to return to my seat when I saw Wang Xinran on the side at a loss. Because she could not write the answer, she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

I immediately understood that as a study committee member, Wang Xinran must set an example in all aspects. If she couldn't write the answer at this moment, the delicate and fragile heart of the little girl would definitely not be able to accept it.

I felt a little soft-hearted. Taking advantage of the gap when Teacher Wang was patrolling in the corridor, I whispered the answer to her. The little girl immediately changed from crying to laughing and gave me a thankful smile.

"Brother Yu...Brother Yu"

I looked in the direction of the voice, and Zhang Tao on the other side called out cautiously. He pointed to the blackboard with his finger, and it seemed that he couldn't do it either.

Since the four of us had different questions, I had to step back and plagiarize the question in front of Zhang Tao. After calculating the answer, I told him while guarding Teacher Wang.

"Three times the square root of three."

I gestured and whispered, but Zhang Tao seemed to not hear clearly, waved his hand, and whispered:

"What did you say?"

I cleared my throat, trying not to let Teacher Wang hear,

"Three times the square root of three!"

"Fang Xiaoyu, Zhang Tao!"

I turned around and found that Teacher Wang was scolding us with a serious face.

"All right, stop writing!"

Teacher Wang came to the podium from the aisle with his eyes wide open, glanced at the answers of the four of us, then supported his hands on the podium and praised:

"Not bad, Wang Xinran performed very well, and he was able to get such a difficult question right."

Wang Xinran's fair face was slightly red, a little embarrassed, and then Teacher Wang glared at me and Zhang Tao and said:

"Fang Xiaoyu, although you got it right, this question is a regular question. Don't be complacent, keep working hard, okay?"

I Nodding his head to show his agreement, Teacher Wang turned around and said:

"This question is also difficult for Li An. I understand that you can't do it, but you still need to work harder next time."

Finally, Teacher Wang glanced at the trembling Zhang Tao, and suddenly his voice became heavier, and he shouted:

"Zhang Tao! You can't even answer such a simple question, and you still ask others. You have read the book by heart, right? Go to the back and stand!"

Zhang Tao was criticized, and he looked at me with his hands folded and walked to the back of the classroom to stand. I made a sympathetic expression.

"Everyone else go back to your seats."

As soon as I sat on the stool, Wang Xinran passed by me, her face flushed, and she whispered "thank you" and ran away at an accelerated speed.

I didn't care. I helped her purely for the sake of our classmate relationship. I hope she doesn't think too much.

However, it was impossible for the young girl who liked me not to think too much when she encountered such a thing. Just after my evening self-study, I was arguing with my deskmate Zhang Tao about who was more beautiful, Liu Yifei or Yang Mi, when Wang Xinran came to me and stammered. Zhang Tao saw this, and after a long pause, he patted my shoulder and then made an expression of "Brother, I understand you" and left the classroom with his schoolbag. I couldn't stand this awkward atmosphere and said: "What's the matter?" The little girl looked at me shyly, pinched her hands hard, and said with courage: "Can you take me back to the dormitory?" I wanted to refuse, after all, I would be criticized by my mother if I came home late, and I found that the little girl was still quite pure and cute, with her hair combed into a standard air bangs, her eyes full of spring, a small nose and a small mouth, and her developing chest pushed the school uniform up a small but upturned degree. It can be said that she is a standard beautiful girl. Even though this is not my type, my type is like my mother, but I know in my heart that nothing can happen between my mother and me. Recently, I have been doubting my orientation from time to time. It would be nice if I could try not to covet my mother's body and like young girls instead.

"If you don't have time, forget it."

A little girl is also a girl, more or less a little arrogant, not to mention a popular girl like Wang Xinran. Hearing her with her hands behind her back and a little arrogant, I put on a serious look and said seriously:

"Forget it? How can such a thing be easily forgotten?"

Perhaps my serious nonsense is a little funny, Wang Xinran covered her mouth and laughed, I packed my schoolbag, stood up and laughed:

"Let's go! If I go home late, my mother will beat me."

The teaching building is not too far from the girls' dormitory. Wang Xinran and I chatted a little bit, and gradually developed a good impression of her in my heart, but it was only limited to a good impression.

When I arrived at the downstairs of the girls' dormitory, I was about to turn around and leave, but a shy voice came from behind me. I turned back in confusion, and the girl tiptoed and kissed me on the face.

I was a little confused. The girl blushed and said with a shy smile:

"Just take it as a thank you for your help today."

After that, she ran back to the dormitory without looking back. I reached out and touched the place where I was kissed, and shook my head helplessly.

When I got home, as I thought, my mother sat on the sofa with an unhappy look and glanced at me. I secretly looked at my mother for a while while changing shoes. The loose home clothes could not cover her tall and plump figure, elegant and charming demeanor. The black and shiny hair that was usually tied behind her head was now loose on her shoulders, which had an indescribable charm.

After changing into slippers, I walked into the living room and said with a scoundrel-like smile:

"Mom, you haven't slept yet?"

My mother glanced at me with her watery eyes, took a sip of the water cup, and said unhappily:

"How dare I sleep if you haven't come back yet?"

I smiled "hehe", touched the back of my head and made up an excuse to explain:

"I just ate a bowl of noodles downstairs, so I came back a few minutes late."

My mother's expression clearly didn't believe my words, but I only came home about 20 minutes later than usual, so she didn't Without saying anything else, she lifted a strand of hair that was hanging in front of her eyes and put it behind her ear, saying:

"I won't listen to your nonsense, hurry up and wash up and go to bed."

I responded, and just took two steps, I heard my mother's voice behind my ear again,

"Wait a minute,"

"What's wrong?"

I turned around and saw my mother staring at my face. I didn't understand why, and then my mother waved at me and said:

"Come here."

I came to my mother with some suspicion, and saw her looking at my face from the side, which made me feel a little scared.

Chapter 13 Race against time

My mother stared at my profile for nearly a minute, her expression gradually changing, and then she slowly said:

"Are you in love?"

"No."

I shook my head, listening to my mother's tone, which seemed to contain three parts of questioning, three parts of displeasure, three parts of indifference, and one part of...jealousy? Of course, I know that this is just my wishful thinking.

"Then tell me what happened to your face?"

"What happened?"

Mom frowned, picked up a mirror from the coffee table and handed it to me, saying unhappily:

"Look for yourself!"

I took the mirror and looked at my face, and then I found a faint lip mark on my face, which seemed to be left by Wang Xinran. I couldn't wash it off even if I jumped into the Yellow River. I said anxiously:

"This... I don't know!"

Mom snorted coldly, retracted her gaze, glanced down, and asked coldly:

"Tell the truth, what did you do tonight?"

Mom tried her best to calm her tone, but I could hear that the more she did this, the more uneasy she was. Looking at her again, her expression was gloomy and very unhappy, so I had to whisper:

"A classmate asked me to take her back to the dormitory..."

Mom nodded and continued:

"Then what?"

"Then... there was nothing else "

Mom suddenly turned her head and looked at me with wide eyes, and said in a heavier tone:

"That's all? What's the situation with your face?"

The topic came back again. I lowered my head and kept making circles with two fingers. I felt that this matter was not my fault, so I just gave up and said:

"What else could it be? That girl kissed me!"

Mom was stunned for a moment. Maybe she didn't expect me to admit it so quickly. She raised her hand to hit me again. I didn't avoid or block it. The jade hand that stayed in the air was put down again. Mom sighed and said:

"How many times have I told you , I told you not to fall in love, don't fall in love, now is the critical period for your study, don't let other things distract you. "

After saying that, my mother took another sip of water, rubbed her nose with her fingers, and asked slowly:

"How long have you been dating?"

I was silent for a moment, my fingers stopped spinning and hung on both sides, and said:

"We haven't started dating yet,"

"What do you mean?"

"That girl likes me and wants to pursue me, so she asked me to take her back to the dormitory, and she took the initiative to kiss me."

I directly put the blame on Wang Xinran, silently saying sorry in my heart, my mother is too fierce and I can't do anything.

My mother nodded gently. Seeing my sincere face, her expression eased a little. She leaned on the sofa with her hands and asked:

"What about you? Do you like her?"

"No."

I quickly denied it and shook my head. Unexpectedly, my mother's expression changed. She waved her hand and slapped it on the coffee table, making a muffled sound, and scolded:

"If you don't like her, why did you send her back to the dormitory!"

I was shocked by my mother. My mother's temper was really unpredictable. I explained with a little grievance:

"Then others kept begging me. She was a little girl. How hurtful it would be if I rejected her too harshly~"

Listening to my explanation, my mother also felt that she was too angry. She looked a little unnatural. Flipping her hair, she said:

"Since you don't like her, tell her clearly as soon as possible. Mom has been through your age too. Don't play with other people's feelings just because it's fun and do something beyond the line. Also,"

Mom paused and continued:

"I'm not against you dating, but your mission now is to study so that you can get into a good university. After you get into university, you can date anyone you want. Do you understand?"

"You must understand."

"Go home after evening self-study tomorrow and don't eat outside. I'll cook noodles for you."

Mom didn't forget to add a sentence. I grinned, which made her a little angry, but at least she didn't say anything.