Chapter 1

"Da, da, da, da..."

There was a clear and loud sound of high heels hitting the floor in the corridor of the teaching building. The sound was getting closer and closer, and my heart beat faster and faster. I was too familiar with such imposing footsteps.

A moment later, a beautiful woman in a black business suit walked into the office. She had a delicate and fair oval face, long black hair tied behind her head, slender almond-shaped eyes, curved eyebrows, a delicate nose, red lips in the color of bean paste, bright eyes, deep and sharp, with the sexy charm unique to mature women.

She was holding a Prada bag in her hand and wearing a slim-fit suit with a deep V neckline that revealed a white shirt underneath. She had a slender waist and a round and full chest. She was wearing a black straight skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black pointed high-heeled shoes. Her butt was perky and her legs were well-proportioned and slender, full of the intelligence and competence of a working woman.

Her name is Mary , and she is...my mother.

My mother had a cold face. She walked towards me directly after entering the door. Without saying a word, she threw the bag in her hand and hit me on the head. I quickly lowered my head to dodge and raised my hands to block. The head teacher quickly stood between us and persuaded us: " Mother William , Mother William , don't be angry, don't be angry..."

My mother reached over the head teacher's shoulder and hit me hard on the head with her bag. It didn't hurt, but it was scary.

It seems that mother is really angry.

…

An hour later, sitting in the car, my mother held the steering wheel with both hands, tapping it again and again with her slender fingers. She didn't say anything, but the depressing atmosphere made me even more nervous.

After holding it back for a long time, I finally couldn't hold it back any longer and started to make small talk: "Hey, your car... just got washed, it smells good, just like you."

My mother didn't say anything, she just looked at me sideways with no expression on her face. I smiled awkwardly and said, "Mom, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

The mother quickly denied, "No, no, no, you are not wrong. I am wrong. It is my fault as a mother. I should not have given birth to you in the first place. I should have gritted my teeth and not given birth to you ."

I said with a grin, " That's impossible ."

Mom frowned and asked, "Let me ask you, what were you and Patricia doing hiding in the storage room?"

I hung my head and muttered quietly, "No, nothing happened. We were playing hide-and-seek and she and I happened to hide together."

" William , you just keep saying such nonsense. You are already in the third year of high school, and you are still playing hide-and-seek? Why don't I believe it?"

"Believe it or not," I muttered.

"What?"

"No, isn't retro popular now? Hey, didn't you go to the disco with my Aunt Linda a while ago?"

"Reviving the ancient world."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are a department manager after all, how can you speak so uncivilized?"

"I am well-mannered. I didn't slap you in the face, so I am well-mannered enough." Mom sighed, put her hand on her forehead, and said tiredly: "Why did I give birth to a thing like you? You make me so worried."

I leaned my body and rested my head on her arm, singing with a playful smile: "There is only one good mother in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure. Once you throw yourself into your mother's arms, you will become a fool from then on."

My mother slapped me hard on the head and pushed me up. She looked at me seriously and I looked at her. After a long pause, she burst into laughter, but immediately stopped laughing and scolded me harshly, "You are so dishonest all day long. What a moral character you have."

"How can I not be serious? I am serious. You see, the gender ratio is seriously unbalanced now. Many older men can't find a marriage partner. Benjamin from the building next to us is almost 40 and still single. If I start dating now, I might get married before I graduate from high school. You will have grandchildren before you graduate from college. You see, you can become a grandmother in your 40s and enjoy the happiness of family. Ask the girls around you, are they envious?"

"Oh my God." Mom covered her face and shook her head gently: "You are getting more and more horrible. If you keep talking, I should be collecting my pension and dancing in the square with the old men and women in the community."

"Well, I think this is possible. When the time comes, you can grab my dad, carry a tape recorder, and play it there. Turn up the volume to the maximum, square dance king, old Dicks. Come on, draw a dragon with me on your left, and on your right, draw a rainbow. Come on, draw with me on your left.

Rainbow, on your right, draw a dragon." I sang and waved my arms.

My mother looked at me sideways for a long time and muttered, "I really should beat you up."

The car started and turned two streets. I realized that the route was wrong and asked, "This is not the way home. Where are we going?"

" Barbara's school is closed today , so take her home."

"Do I need to pick him up? He's so old, and he can't go home by himself."

My mother turned her head and glared at me: "How old are you? You still call the school to ask your parents to come. You still have the nerve to criticize others."

"I am the eldest son in the family. I will inherit the family business in the future, and you and your wife need to devote all your efforts to it. She, the second child, can be raised freely."

The mother was anxious: "If you keep nagging me, I will kick you out of the car and send you back home!"

I quickly shut up and turned my head away. After a long silence, I couldn't help but be curious, so I turned around and asked carefully, "Mom, why aren't you talking much today? Why don't you scold me like you usually do?"

"Why, if I don't scold you, you will feel uncomfortable all over, right?"

"No, I'm just... a little curious. You see, whenever I make the slightest mistake, you say, William , are you itching for trouble again? William , do you want a beating? William , turn your butt around!"

The mother raised her eyebrows and said, " William , you want to be beaten, don't you? I'm telling you, I'm annoyed. There are a lot of things going on in the company, and you're still causing trouble for me. Do you think I'm living too comfortably?"

"Then tell me what's bothering you. Maybe I can help you out and help you solve your problems."

"If you keep your mouth shut and don't say anything, you'll be doing me the greatest favor."

"Look, you get anxious when I tell you something. If I didn't know, I would think you had entered menopause early."

My mother honked the horn twice in a hurry. I guess the car in front thought she was experiencing road rage and moved to the side in fear.

My mother didn't allow me to talk anymore. After a while, she couldn't help asking, "Tell me the truth, did you and Patricia have sex?"

"Which one?"

"Don't play dumb with me. Do you think I don't know about the magazines you hide under your bed?"

"No, I'm still a child. Don't look at us innocent boys and girls with your lustful eyes as adults."

"So what did you just say? Maybe I'm going to be a grandmother soon?"

"I'm not kidding. How can a young and sexy beauty like you become a grandmother?"

"Don't talk nonsense to me. I'm warning you, if you dare to give me a child, I will physically destroy you."

"Oh, how could that be possible? We are not children. The safety measures are very good. Unless we bought fake or inferior products, there will be no accidents."

My mother was startled when she heard this, and she turned her head and glared at me. I realized that I had let something slip, and I slapped my lips a few times, and said anxiously: " Mom , you are wrong, you are trying to trick me."

"I'm trying to trick you into saying something. You just keep talking non-stop."

"Okay, I won't talk anymore. I'll be mute, okay?"

I wanted to end the topic right there, but my mother didn't fall for it. She seemed to have caught my weakness and asked, "What did you mean just now? Did you have sex with Patricia ?"

I covered my mouth, turned away and said nothing.

My mother reached out and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me vigorously: "Talk, talk, you are pretending to be mute."

I pointed ahead and said, "Look at the road, look at the road. You are driving. If you don't obey the traffic rules, the police will give you a ticket later."

"Just tell me what you mean. Did you have sex with Patricia ?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's enough." I was anxious, sat up straight and said, "What else do you want to hear? Let me tell you the details of the process?"

My mother was stunned by my question. She was stunned for a long time, raised her hand and slapped me on the head, and said angrily: "You are still right, aren't you? You are in the third year of high school and will take the college entrance examination soon. If you don't put your mind on studying and keep thinking about this all day long, how can you study well?"

"I'm a good student. I'm always in the top ten in the class."

"Then...if you work harder, you'll be in the top ten in your grade."

"I asked you before if you objected to me dating, and you said you didn't."

"I...I don't object, but I didn't ask you to...do that so early."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Now that the matter has been settled, what do you think we should do?"

"Ah, so it's all my fault, isn't it?"

"Then you don't have to blame yourself." I chuckled.

"You bastard!" Mom got so angry she started swearing.

"Then you are a bastard mother." When it comes to quarrels, I have never been afraid of anyone, including my mother . It's a pity...

My mother raised her hand and slapped me on the back of my head.

I rubbed the sore spot and said unconvincedly, "Every time I can't win an argument with you, you hit me. This is naked hegemony and imperialism."

"I'm your mother, so I'm hegemonic and imperialist, so what? Since I called you dad, you can still be hegemonic to me." She glanced at me, saw me rolling my eyes, and said, "Are you dissatisfied? This month's pocket money is gone."

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced." I nodded quickly and smiled, then changed the subject: "Hey~! I just noticed that you...did you...wash your face this morning. Am I right? Just tell me if I'm right?"

"Nonsense, who doesn't wash their face in the morning?"

"Your washing is different from usual. You must have washed it very carefully today. And your makeup is very unique and elegant, low-key and luxurious. You have dressed up carefully. Are you going to meet someone? Do you have a date?"

“I’m meeting a client.”

"Don't be embarrassed. As a child, I am very open-minded and I don't object to my parents having extramarital affairs."

"Bah! I'm in love with your mom. You..." Mom was stunned for a moment: "No, don't change the subject. You haven't explained your situation clearly yet."

I saw that we were almost at my sister's school, so I smiled and said, "We are almost there, this kind of thing is not suitable for children. Barbara will be getting on the bus soon , and if the children hear it, it will have a bad influence."

"You know that it has a bad influence. I've never seen anyone as shameless as you." Mom parked the car on the side of the road, leaned against the window, held her forehead with her hand, and sighed deeply.

I smiled and said, "Thick-skinned people can live longer, but thin-skinned people cannot live longer."

My mother didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are such a chatterbox, why don't you join Deyun Club? You can't stop talking, why don't you just go on stage and talk."

I chuckled and said, "Don't tell me, if I practice for two months and stand on the stage..." I patted my chest, gave a thumbs up, and said confidently, "Old artist."

　My mother sneered: "You are quite an old artist when it comes to being thick-skinned."

She leaned against the car window, and I glanced at her secretly out of the corner of my eye. To be honest, my mother is really the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in real life. Although she is nearly 40 years old, she has maintained a good figure with soft curves and a plump body. No matter what clothes she wears, her breasts look round, especially when she wears home clothes at home, it is even more obvious.

My mother has a typical wasp waist. Because of regular exercise, she is not like other middle-aged women who have lost weight and are so thin that they can hardly be grasped. Her buttocks are round, full, sexy and full of flesh. Under the tube skirt, she looks like a big, juicy peach, but she doesn't look bloated.

Because of her job, my mother always wears suits, stockings and high heels, which are really sexy. Although I am still in high school, I am a senior stockings lover. I often steal my mother's stockings for my girlfriend to wear, and then press her on the bed and fuck her hard. But the strange thing is that no matter how she wears them, no matter what color and type of stockings she wears, I just can't feel the same as wearing them on my mother.

Although I often peeked at my mother, I didn't have a mother complex. It was just a healthy man's impulse and a desire and pursuit for beautiful things. I did secretly put my mother's stockings on my dick and masturbated, but that was all. I didn't want to do anything to my mother.

Oh... it would be great if she wasn't my mom. I wouldn't mind her age.

Just as I was daydreaming, my sister came out of the school, waved goodbye to her classmates, opened the car door, stuffed the suitcase in, and then bent down to sit in.

I glanced at her through the rearview mirror. She had inherited her mother's good qualities perfectly, with a fair and beautiful oval face, a playful ponytail, delicate features, and smooth skin, with no trace of acne. She was slender and tall, half a head taller than other girls of the same age, her breasts had begun to develop, and her butt was round.

Her name is Barbara , she is fifteen years old, a freshman in a private school, and her academic performance is pretty good. Because we are only two years apart in age, we don't have the love and affection shown in movies and novels. Our lives are full of ridicule, quarrels, and intrigues.

I looked in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "Hey, Ghost Leg Seven is out of school."

My mother scolded me, "Don't call me by nicknames. It's so ugly."

My sister didn't care. She took off her schoolbag and put it on the seat next to her. She said with a smile, "You crazy guy. I heard that you got into trouble again and your parents were called."

Mom was getting anxious and glared at us: "My words are useless, right? If you keep calling me names, you won't be allowed to eat tonight."

My sister whispered, "It doesn't matter, I'm losing weight anyway."

"If you lose more weight you'll fly away," I teased.

"It would be better if I could fly away, so I don't have to look at your face every day. Hate~ it~!"

"drop……"

My mother honked the horn hard and shouted, "Shut up, both of you are born in the Year of the Rooster! You always fight when you meet."

My sister leaned over and whispered, "Mom, I'm really born in the year of the chicken."

I quickly added: "I can testify that she is indeed born in the year of the Rooster."

Mom took a deep breath, leaned back on the car seat, covered her eyes with the back of her left hand, didn't speak for a long time, and clenched her right fist, trembling slightly. I turned around and scolded my sister: "Look, it's all your fault. You made Mom so angry. Who made you born in the Year of the Rooster?"

My sister pouted at me and said, "Did your zodiac sign rooster piss you off? It's obviously you who made our mom so angry. You are a nuisance to our family. Not only are you ugly, but you're also annoying."

I immediately retorted: "How am I ugly? I inherited my parents' good genes. How dare you say I'm ugly? Who are you looking down on?"

My sister looked at me and said, " William , I've always been curious. We look nothing alike. Are you my real brother? Did you take him away by mistake in the hospital?" She turned around and tugged at my mother's clothes, "Mom, did you take him away by mistake in the hospital? Is that right? Is that right?"

"No, no, no!" Mom said impatiently, "Your brother looks exactly like your dad. He is not your dad's and my biological son. Who gave birth to him? Is he yours?"

I scolded her, "Look, you made our mother angry. Oh, you are such an unfilial daughter."

My mother didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sighed, "My uncles and aunts, can you please be quiet? I'm tired of going to work every day, and I still have to take care of you two. Why did I give birth to you two?"

My sister kissed my mother on the cheek and said with a smile, "Don't be angry, mom. I love you."

I quickly leaned over, kissed my mother on the face, and said with a playful smile, "Mom, I love you too."

My sister snorted: "You just copy others, you don't have any creativity at all."

Mom pushed my face aside and said, "Okay, okay, I love you, I love you, too. If you can be quiet for a while, I will love you even more."

Because my sister hadn't been home for half a month, my mother took us out for a big meal. When we got home, we remembered that my father was alone at home and forgot to cook for us. But he was so addicted to playing mahjong online that he forgot to eat and didn't even call.

My mother confiscated my cell phone, my notebook, and even my comics collection into a box, saying that I should concentrate on studying and she would return them to me after the college entrance examination. I pretended to cry, knelt down, and hugged my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, but it was useless. My mother was heartless and unmoved.

During the long night, I can only pass the time by studying.

Because it was the weekend, I slept in the next day. When I woke up, I found that only my sister and father were eating.

I asked, " Where's Mom ?"

Dad was holding his phone, eating and reading text messages, and seemed not to hear. My sister didn't even look at me and said, "He got a call this morning and left in a hurry."

"Let's go. I asked her to give me a ride." He sat down and stuffed the fried dough sticks into his mouth.

My sister frowned and looked at me with disgust: "Can you please be more polite and brush your teeth before eating."

I lifted my pajamas, scratched the itchy spot on my waist, chewed a few times, and said, "Wouldn't it be better to brush after eating?"

"You've eaten all the bacteria into your stomach. It's so dirty." My sister sat aside with the bowl, far away from me.

At this time, Dad 's cell phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, looked up at the two of us, and went back to the bedroom. My sister stared at the bedroom door for a moment and whispered to me, "Do you feel that Dad has been mysterious recently?"

" My father has always been mysterious. When I was a child, I always thought he was a secret agent like 007."

I said nonchalantly.

"I'm not kidding you, I'm serious." My sister glared at me.

I looked up at her. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, I'm asking you."

"How would I know? You're so nervous." I suddenly remembered something and said to her with a smile, "Good sister, let me lend you my phone."

"No." My sister refused decisively.

"Lend me a moment, I'll make a phone call, please, Barbara ." I put aside my dignity, clasped my hands together, and begged.

"Borrow Dad 's cell phone."

" Dad has been in the room for a long time and hasn't come out. I need it now. If you lend it to me, I'll make a phone call and return it to you right away." As he said this, he reached out to take it, but unfortunately he was a step too slow and his sister hid behind him first.

I chased after her, and my sister quickly stood up and took two steps back, sitting on the sofa, holding the phone in both hands and hiding it behind her back. I went over to grab it, but she kicked me, and her body tilted and she lay on the sofa. I took advantage of the situation and pressed on her, reaching under her butt with both hands to grab the phone. My sister struggled even more urgently.

We were entangled together, body to body. Because we had just woken up, we were both wearing thin pajamas. I could vaguely feel the warmth of young flesh through the fabric, and my nose was filled with the smell of waking up mixed with the body fragrance of a young girl.

While we were playing, my father came out, was startled, and asked, "What are you two doing?"

My sister stretched her neck and shouted, " Dad , help me! He's a hooligan!"

I looked up and said, "I asked to lend her my phone, but she refused."

Dad frowned and scolded him harshly: "How old are you? Do you know the difference between men and women? You are not a decent person at all."

I got up angrily, holding my sister's hand and pulling her up. My sister straightened her clothes and pouted at me: "You don't act like a brother at all." Then she handed me the phone, and I took it and walked towards the bedroom.

I called Patricia and asked her to come to my house to study. Actually, I wanted to continue what I hadn't finished yesterday.

It's really uncomfortable to be interrupted after holding back for a whole day.

Chapter 2

After my father answered the phone, he hurried out without even finishing his breakfast. I don’t know what he was busy with.

My phone and laptop were confiscated, so I could only sit on the sofa and watch TV while waiting for Patricia to come.

My sister was lying on the other side of the sofa, playing with her cell phone, her left leg crossed over her right leg, her smooth, white little feet swaying back and forth, looking very comfortable.

I thought that when Patricia came, it would be inconvenient for this guy to do his job here, so I wanted to trick her out.

"That... Ghost Leg Seven."

"What? You're crazy."

A few years ago, she twisted her ankle and walked with a limp. I had just watched the movie Once Upon a Time in China at that time, so I gave her the nickname Ghost Leg Seven. At first, she was quite resistant to the nickname, but she had her own way of resisting it, and I called her mine, so she had no choice. Later, she gladly accepted it and sent her to the hospital.

I was given a nickname of a psychopath.

To be honest, I kind of like this nickname, and I feel it suits my temperament.

"You finally have two days off, why don't you go out and play with your classmates?"

"I finally got two days off, so I have to stay at home."

"Go out and play for a while."

"I~ don't~" my sister said in a long tone while playing with her mobile phone.

I reached out and grabbed her cute round big toe, rocked it gently, and coaxed her, "Go out and play for a while."

She didn't resist when I grabbed her toes and shook her. She just said impatiently, "You're so annoying. Why do you always want me to go out?"

"I have to review my lessons and do my homework later." I continued shaking.

"You write yours, it's none of my business." My sister pulled her foot back forcefully.

"You're at home, disturbing my studies."

"Wow! I have electromagnetic radiation, and I can interfere with your studies."

"It's mainly because you're so annoying. Whenever I think of you at home, I get upset and have no concentration on studying."

"Get out of the way." My sister kicked me hard.

I turned aside and hummed a limerick I had made up: "A ghost-legged seven ...

My sister wasn't angry either. She lifted her little feet and played with her phone while humming, "He's a psychopath with a hard head. He gets slapped three times a day, and sometimes he's naked."

I was about to fight back when the doorbell rang. I went to open the door and saw Patricia standing outside with a smile on her face.

She was dressed very casually today, with a sea-blue jacket on the upper body, white cropped pants on the lower body, light pink sneakers, and a backpack slung over her shoulder. She had a pigtail, airy bangs, and light makeup on her oval face, full of the innocent temperament of a girl next door.

She was much taller than the girls of the same grade, almost as tall as me, but she had a well-proportioned body and a dignified posture, without any signs of hunchback. And her back looked a bit like my mother . When she came to my house before, I often stole my mother 's clothes for her to try on, and they fit her very well.

But I just can’t dress in the way my mother does, maybe it has something to do with her aura.

　Patricia 's mother and my mother have been friends for nearly ten years. She has been coming to our house to play since she was young, so we can be considered childhood sweethearts. She is also very familiar with my sister.

"Hey, why did you keep trying to get me out? It turns out that a distinguished guest is coming." The younger sister stretched out her hand to greet Patricia : "Hi~! Sister-in-law, long time no see."

Patricia was used to her jokes and was no longer shy. She smiled and said, " Barbara is at home. Is the school on vacation?"

"Yeah." My sister nodded, then pouted and complained with a wronged look on her face: "I finally got two days off, but he kept trying to kick me out. I don't know what his intention is."

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense to her." I pushed Patricia 's back and walked towards the bedroom. She took her schoolbag off her shoulders and said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom."

While she was in the bathroom, I approached my sister and said in a low voice, "I want to invite you to the movies, do you want to go?"

"Not interested." After a pause, the sister rolled her eyes and said, "Why not just give me two hundred yuan?"

"Where do I get so much money?"

"Come on, take out your stamp album. Any stamp you pick is worth a hundred or eighty yuan."

"Fifty."

"two hundred."

"seventy."

"two hundred."

"Forget it." I thought to myself, even if I give you two hundred, I might as well just go out and get a room.

"One hundred and fifty." Seeing that I didn't bargain, my sister started to lower the price.

"One hundred. If you want it, take it. If not, forget it."

"Give me another movie ticket."

"Okay~!"

"Add another set of children's games."

"Ah? Are you blackmailing me? One hundred dollars plus the movie ticket plus stamps, that's more than two hundred."

"Then you can just give me two hundred."

I was so anxious that I didn't have time to compete with her. I gritted my teeth and said, "Okay! I'll give you another set of children's games later. You leave now."

My sister slowly stood up and muttered, "Why are you rushing to get me out? There must be something fishy going on."

When Patricia came out, her sister just happened to close the door from the outside.

"Huh? Barbara 's out?"

"Ah, she went out to see a movie."

"Oh, I said we haven't seen each other for a long time and I wanted to chat with her for a while." Patricia looked a little disappointed.

I said impatiently, "Oh, what's there to talk about with her, she's such a nuisance." Then I put my arm around her shoulders and walked towards my bedroom. Patricia picked up her schoolbag and frowned, saying, "What are you doing? You're in such a hurry."

I pushed her into the room, closed the door with my heels, and then rubbed my hands and looked at her with a smile. She seemed to have guessed my thoughts, her face turned red, and she spat, "I know you have bad intentions, and you still talk about studying together."

"Do the work first, then study."

I went forward and hugged her, and pushed her down on the bed, and moved my mouth towards her cherry-like thin lips. She put her hands on my face, pushed me away, struggled to sit up, and said seriously: "I'm telling you, we can't do this anymore."

I was like a koala, wrapped around her back, put my hands under her armpits, hugged her gently, kissed her swan-like slender white neck, and mumbled, "Why can't we do this anymore?

What kind of thing?

"Oh~! Why are you so annoying? I'm talking to you about something serious." Patricia struggled to push me away.

"The most important thing now is to get on the bed and fuck." I hurriedly moved closer again.

Patricia dodged, grabbed her schoolbag and hit me on the head twice, angrily saying, "Can you be more honest?"

I touched my head and said with a wronged look: "I am very honest. Look, I didn't touch you." Seeing her unhappy face, I put away my playful smile, sat up straight, and asked: "What's the matter? Tell me."

Patricia sat on the bed and said, "My mother scolded me severely yesterday."

"Ah? Why? Doesn't your mother object to our relationship?"

She lowered her head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "My mother asked me if we were together."

"Which one?"

Patricia knew I was asking even though I knew the answer, so she grabbed the pillow at the head of the bed and threw it at my face. I quickly apologized, "I know, I know, it's that. But... it's not... how did your mother know? Did you tell your mother?"

She turned her head and glared at me: "It was your mother who told my mother on WeChat. I was just about to ask you, how did your mother know?"

I scratched my head feeling a little guilty: "Yeah, how did my mother know? It shouldn't be possible..."

I pointed at her suddenly and said, "It must be you! She must have seen through something about you."

"How could she see anything about me?" She looked at me suspiciously, "Didn't you say that?"

"I'm not stupid, why should I tell my mother about this?"

"So how did you explain it to your mother yesterday?"

"I said... um..." I hesitated for a moment and asked, "How did you explain it to your mother?"

"My mom asked me what we were doing in the storage room. I said, you wanted to kiss me, but I wouldn't let you."

"Hey~! You're putting the blame on me. It was obviously you who kissed me."

"You asked me to kiss you!"

Patricia got anxious, her eyes widened, and she reached out to pull my ear. I screamed in pain, saying, "It's me, it's all my fault. Let go, it hurts!"

Patricia let go of my ear and asked, "What did you tell your mother?"

"I said...we were playing hide and seek."

"You're stupid. How can a senior high school student play hide-and-seek? Your mother will never believe it." Patricia picked up the pillow again and hit me in the face with it.

"What else can I say? You can't just say you want to kiss me. It makes you look like a female hooligan."

"You are the female hooligan. No, you are a hooligan."

"And then? What did your mother say about you?" I asked.

"My mother just scolded me and didn't say anything else."

I clapped my hands and laughed, "See, that's right. They were the ones who always brought us together and always teased us for being a young couple. Young couples have sex. At our age, we would have been parents in ancient times. I guess they were mentally prepared for it. It was only a matter of time before we had sex."

Patricia frowned and said disdainfully, "Can you please stop using bad language?"

"You're just talking about me. You were saying 'fuck my mom' two days ago."

Patricia was anxious, and she put her hands on her hips and said, "You were the one who fucked my mom first."

"Don't slander my innocence out of thin air. When did I fuck your mother?"

Her face was flushed red, and she picked up a pillow and smashed it on my head for more than ten times. I raised my arms to block it and said, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, isn't that enough?"

Patricia stopped, her breasts rising and falling, she gasped and glared at me fiercely: "If you do this again, I...I will tell your mother."

"You haven't even married yet, and you're already complaining to your mother-in-law. Be careful or I'll make things difficult for you when you get married."

She rolled her eyes at me and said, "Don't be so conceited. I'm not sure whether I should marry you or not."

I smiled and said, "It's better not to get married. The sky is high and the birds can fly freely, the sea is wide and the fish can jump freely. I don't want to be tied down by you."

"What did you say?" Patricia glared at me angrily.

"It's not what you said. It's not certain whether we should get married or not."

Patricia's eyes suddenly turned red, she picked up her schoolbag and turned away.

I quickly stepped forward, held her hand, and apologized: "I was just kidding, I was just kidding. How can we not get married? We are a perfect match made in heaven. If we don't get married, the matchmaker will be so angry that he will have a cerebral thrombosis."

Patricia held herself together for a moment, then burst out laughing, tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and scolded, "Can you be a little more serious? You're always talking slickly, like a street thug."

I muttered, "You're talking more and more like my mother."

Patricia smiled and said, "Why don't you call me mom?"

I didn't hesitate and said, "Mom."

She felt a little embarrassed, and walked towards the desk with her schoolbag, muttering in a low voice: "How shameless."

I was so pent up that I almost had an idea. I chased after her like a pug, licking her face and saying, "Mom, let's finish fucking first and then study."

"You..." Patricia turned her head and glared at me, angrily asking loudly: "Are you going to learn or not? If you don't learn, I'll leave."

"Learn, learn, learn now." I saw her trying to leave, so I quickly grabbed her. What would I do if she left? I couldn't let her go at this time. I had to keep her steady first.

Patricia glared at me, sat down at the desk, took out her study materials, and urged, "Hurry up."

I had no choice but to sit down and study with her. I felt like I was being scratched by a cat, and my whole body was uncomfortable. In addition, the temperature from her body and the faint shampoo scent on her hair made it even harder for me to control myself. My body felt like it was on fire, and my cock in my pants was erect, hard and hot.

Although Patricia always forced me to study, I was actually better than her in grades. Every time we did homework together, she would ask me for help. Our heads were close together. While I was explaining the problem to her, my right hand touched her waist dishonestly, feeling the delicate and elastic skin through her clothes. In my mind, I imagined the scene of stripping her naked, throwing her on the bed and working on her.

Patricia didn't stop me. She just listened to me carefully as if nothing had happened.

After touching for a while, I felt unsatisfied, so I slid my hand down and slipped under the hem of her clothes. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, and I couldn't help but pinch it gently.

Unfortunately, before I could enjoy it, she pricked my other hand with the tip of the pen without saying a word. I cried out in pain and quickly took my dirty hands out of her clothes.

I looked at Patricia pitifully . She stared at me for a moment, and then for some reason, she suddenly laughed. But at this moment, she couldn't help but farted with a "poof".

The scene was very awkward for a while. Patricia 's face turned red. I smiled and asked her, "What did you just say?"

"I...what did I say?"

"Just now." I said seriously: "What did you say? "Puff"? "

Patricia then realized that I was teasing her, her cheeks turned even redder, and she said angrily, "I said I love you."

"Ah?" I pretended to be surprised and laughed, "Your love for me is like farting?"

She got angry and humiliated, so she picked up a pen and poked my hand a few times. I screamed in pain and dodged repeatedly.

"I can't study well with you. I'm going back." Patricia packed her schoolbag and prepared to go home.

After all this nonsense, I still had something important to deal with, so I couldn't just let her go. I hugged her from behind, pressed my face behind her ears, blew hot air on her, and whispered, "Good Patricia , dear baby, I miss you so much that I can't stand it."

Patricia stopped packing, turned around and said, "You're annoying! Let me go."

"No."

"Will you let it go?"

"I won't let go."

"you……"

Patricia tried to separate my arms, but she was so weak that she couldn't move them. I was really angry, so I decided to do it once and for all. When she wasn't paying attention, I pushed her forward, put one hand around her waist, and unbuttoned her pants with the other.

Patricia was pressed by my back, her upper body leaning forward, her hands supporting the desk, struggling to get up, but no matter how she twisted, she couldn't get rid of my restraints. After all, it wasn't the first time I took off her pants, so I was familiar with it. I untied the rope in two or three moves, and then took it off along with her underwear, revealing her round, white buttocks, which looked particularly perky because of the posture.

I just felt my throat dry, so I swallowed and pulled my pants down, and the big, hard cock popped out instantly.

"What...what do you want to do?" Patricia seemed a little flustered.

"Fuck you."

"If you dare to force me, I will tell your mother. Oh~! Wait a minute!"

While she was talking, I had already pushed my cock out of her vagina, with the huge glans pressed against her pink labia. I was surprised to find that the soft bulge between her legs was already wet and muddy.

"You're already so wet, and you're still pretending." I whispered in her ear, laughing and laughing.

Patricia's neck was already red, she bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth and breathed softly. It seemed that she knew that struggling was futile and had given up resisting.

I really couldn't bear it any longer, so I held the penis with one hand, slid the glans on the labia twice, then aimed at the hole, and thrust hard, as if squeezing open a ball of soft flesh and pushing it directly into the center of the hole. A feeling of comfort instantly swept through my body.

"Hmm~!"

Patricia straightened her body and let out a low moan. I was so hot now that I didn't care about being gentle with her. I straightened my back and thrust hard, not only thrusting deep into her but also kneading her womb.

I haven't done it with other girls, so I don't know what they think of me, but through observation, I am somewhat confident about my dick. Anyway, every time I put it in, I can fill up her pussy, and after just two strokes I can make her gasp and moan.

Patricia supported herself on the desk with her hands, and her slender body would tremble slightly every time I hit her butt.

As my pants were only pulled down to my thighs, I couldn't spread my legs too far apart, and my honeypot was clamped especially tightly. The tender flesh inside the vagina tightly wrapped around the rod, which made me feel so horny that my erection became even stronger and reached its peak.

"You... um... be gentle... ah... don't... use too much force..."

The snow-white skin on Patricia's neck had turned pink, and her whole body was moving back and forth with my thrusting. She was humming and moaning softly.

I stood behind her, fucking her madly and hungrily, reaching my hands under the hem of her jacket and moving them up along the smooth curve until I touched the two soft lumps of flesh on her chest. Even through the fabric of her small vest, I could feel the two cherry-like nipples standing erect. I couldn't help but pinch them gently, which brought a dreamy moan from her.

Patricia was rocked back and forth by the penetration. Because of her height, her heels were forced off the ground, her two slender legs trembled slightly, her hands tightly grasped the edge of the desk, her body tense, her neck raised, and she moaned and gasped continuously. I wanted to take off her clothes, but I didn't want to stop thrusting my cock in and out, so I just rubbed the girl's tender and immature breasts through her small vest, and my lower body kept thrusting.

Maybe it's been too long since we last fucked, after a while, I felt like cumming. I quickly stopped, calmed myself, took the opportunity to take off her coat, and played with the two soft lumps of flesh on her chest.

"Legs... my legs are numb..." Patricia got a moment to catch her breath, tiptoed the ground, and trembled slightly.

This position is enjoyable, but it is not very convenient, especially when she doesn't cooperate. I hugged her small waist and slowly moved to the bed, with my cock still inserted in her vagina. With every step, I could clearly feel the squeeze and kneading of her vagina.

I put her on the bed, took off her sneakers, grabbed her two little feet wearing light yellow boat-shaped cotton socks, buried my face in the cute little soles of her feet, and took a deep breath. It had a slightly sour smell of sweat, not smelly, but particularly stimulating to my sense of smell, and my cock couldn't help but tremble.

"Pervert." Patricia blushed and pulled her feet out of my hands.

I reached out to take off her pants. Maybe it was a done deal, or maybe she really wanted it, Patricia gave up struggling, pushed my arm aside, and took off her pants and underwear. Seeing that I was staring at her smooth lower body,

Feeling embarrassed again, he grabbed the thin quilt and covered himself with it, leaving only his little head exposed, looking at me shyly.

How could I bear such stimulation? I quickly got into the bed, picked up one of her slender legs and put it on my shoulder, thrust my waist forward, squeezed open the tight flesh slit, and pushed my cock into the deep of the vagina again.

"Hmm~!"

Patricia straightened her waist and let out a trembling moan from her throat. I held her slender legs and thrusted wildly, making her rock back and forth and grabbing the quilt with both hands.

"You... go slower... um... ah... it hurts a little..."

"It still hurts when there's so much water? The water is about to flood Jinshan Mountain."

Patricia kept moaning and groaning, but she still grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it at me. I pretended to be shocked and angry, raised my eyebrows, and shouted, "You bold and shrewd woman, how dare you attack me? I will punish you severely!"

After saying that, I increased the force of my thrusts, each time going to the bottom, with my glans hitting the delicate center of the uterus frequently and forcefully. In an instant, the vaginal fluid splashed everywhere, and the sound of slapping was endless.

“Ah~! Are you crazy…ah…ah…are you crazy…so hard…ah…what are you doing…”

Patricia is a thin girl. Although she is tall, her vagina is extremely shallow and narrow. Normally, when you insert it all the way in, there is always some room left outside. But this time, she used too much force and it seemed as if it was all pushed in, rubbing against her skin, which was very comfortable.

After fucking her like crazy for dozens of times, Patricia suddenly remembered something and looked up and said, "Wait... wait a minute... stop... ah... ah... stop..."

It was impossible to stop, I kept fucking her while asking, "What are you doing?"

"You...ah...you forgot...to wear that...um..."

I just remembered that I was too impatient and forgot to wear a condom. At the same time, my mother 's warning echoed in my ears, and I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, but now the arrow is on the string, how can I pull it out and put on a condom halfway through.

"Next time, definitely next time."

"Oh no... no... ah... we... we agreed..."

Patricia struggled to get up, so I simply picked up her other thin leg, carried it on my shoulder, sank down hard, pressed it on her chest, thrust my hips, and fucked her hard.

“Ahhh…ah…ahhh…you…ah…I’m going to die…”

Her moans were rapid and trembling. She grasped my arms tightly with both hands, and her vagina wrapped around my cock, squeezing it hard.

I could feel that she was about to come, so I didn't want to hold back any longer and thrust a few times wildly. Suddenly, I felt her vagina spasm. Patricia threw her head back and moaned loudly. She grabbed my wrist with one hand and tightly grasped the edge of the pillow with the other.

Then, a stream of sticky honey gushed out from the center of the flower, filling the cavity. I only felt the glans burning hot, my spine numb, and I thrust hard, the glans pressed tightly against the center of the flower, and streams of thick white semen gushed out, the pleasant pleasure was like ascending to heaven.

After a moment of stalemate, I tilted my body, the penis left the vagina, and fell on the bed, gasping for breath. Patricia was even worse, her mouth slightly open, her expression dull, her whole body trembling slightly, and it took nearly five minutes for her to gradually calm down, then she climbed up weakly and walked out the door.

I was worried, so I chased after her and saw her go into the bathroom, turn on the shower and carefully wash her private parts. I suddenly felt a little guilty, so I walked over and said softly, "Do you want my help?

Patricia sternly turned the shower head and sprayed water at my lower body, but she couldn't help laughing and said, "Wash yourself first."

"Let's wash together."

I stepped into the bathtub and squeezed in with her. Patricia pushed me and told me to get out. I quickly hugged her and kept saying, "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, it's slippery. Be careful not to fall. Ah... Wow..."

As I opened my mouth to speak, Patricia raised the shower head and sprayed water on my face, filling my mouth and throat, as revenge for what happened just now.

After playing and laughing, we finally finished our bath together. Patricia ran back to the bedroom naked on tiptoe. I followed her and looked at her trembling little butt, and my desire was aroused again.

After entering the room, I saw her crawling into the bed, so I also lifted the thin blanket and squeezed in, and took her in my arms. We had just taken a shower, and our flesh was pressed against each other, feeling smooth and fragrant. I put my left leg on her body, buried my head in her tender breasts, opened my mouth and held the cherry-like pink nipples, sucking and licking them.

Patricia was so embarrassed by what I did that she giggled and patted my head: "What are you doing? I'm not your mother."

When she said that, I suddenly remembered something, so I climbed up from her, turned over and got out of bed, and reached out to pull her up with me. Patricia was confused: "What are you doing?"

"Come here, come here." I pulled her up with force.

"I'm not wearing any clothes." She pulled the quilt with both hands, trying to cover her naked body.

"Oh, just take you to get dressed."

"Ah?" Patricia probably guessed what I wanted to do, and frowned and said, "You...you want me to wear your mother's clothes again."

"Don't ask, you'll know when you come here."

"What will you do when your family comes back later? It will be so embarrassing." Patricia refused to give in and tried to pull me back. Finally, she simply grabbed the edge of the door and refused to go out.

There was really no other way, so I asked her to wait, and then ran naked to my parents' bedroom, opened the closet, picked out a few of my mother 's clothes, and opened the drawer with ease. I hesitated for a long time between black stockings and flesh-colored stockings, chose the black stockings, and finally picked up a pair of black high heels and stumbled back to the bedroom.

"I don't want to wear it. Why do you always make me wear your mother's clothes?" Patricia pouted and acted awkwardly.

"You...just put them on for a bit. You look so beautiful in my mother's clothes. I like the way you look in stockings."

I licked his face and coaxed him.

"I'm going to go back now. If your family comes back later, I'll be dead." Patricia sat on the bed, picked up her clothes and prepared to put them on. I knelt beside her, hugged her slender legs, and pleaded aggrievedly, "Okay Patricia , just put them on, you are my goddess."

"Oh~ Ah~! You are so annoying! You...you are not secretly in love with your mom, are you?" Patricia frowned and looked at me with confusion.

"What are you talking about? That's my mom. How can I be interested in my mom?" I confessed, "My mom is pretty, but I'm not a pervert. I... I just think that my mom's clothes are pretty, and... expensive, and you can't afford them, so I borrowed them for you to wear, and dress you up beautifully, and then... then... then beautifully."

Patricia had been fooled many times before, so she didn't fall for it this time. She glared at me and said, "Don't give me that. You just want me to wear your mother's clothes and do that with me. You're a pervert."

"How can I be a pervert! I...how about this, let's go to your house and wear your mother's clothes, how about that? Ouch~!" Before I could finish my words, I got punched on the head.

Although Patricia was very reluctant, she finally agreed after my tireless coaxing. She put on a white shirt first, then sat on the bed, put on black pantyhose, a black straight skirt and a black waisted short suit, and finally stepped her black silk feet into black pointed high heels.

Although she kept saying no, she looked very happy after putting on her mother 's clothes. She turned around in front of me and said with a smile, "How is it? Does it look good?"

Patricia 's figure is somewhat similar to her mother's . Her mother 's clothes fit her perfectly, neither too big nor too small, especially the black pantyhose. Her legs are naturally long and slender. After putting on the black stockings and high heels, her hips shrink, her curves become smoother and more graceful, and her legs appear slender and sexy.

The only flaw is that her breasts are not big enough to support her figure, and her butt lacks fleshiness. In a word, she does not have her mother 's plump beauty. After all, she is still a little girl and lacks the charming charm that is unique to women.

But something is better than nothing. I nodded repeatedly, said it looked good, then knelt on the ground, hugged her beautiful legs in black silk stockings, and gently stroked them with my hands. The smooth, slippery and cool feeling was so pleasant.

"Call me mom." Patricia said with a smile.

"Mom." I shouted without hesitation.

"Be good, be good, my son."

She gently stroked the top of my head, while I stroked her black legs. Somehow, my mother did not appear in my mind, but Patricia 's mother. My cock was erected again, and I couldn't help it. I flipped her over on the bed, spread her legs, straddled her, put my hands into her straight skirt, and rubbed her white and plump pubic mound through her black stockings. I put my head on her neck, kissing and licking her like a pug.

"What are you doing? I'm your mother~!" Patricia was having fun and pretended to struggle, but she was giggling.

I was naturally happy to cooperate. While kissing her, I murmured breathlessly, "My son can't bear it anymore, Mom, please be kind and let your son fuck me."

"No, we really can't."

"Mom, just let me fuck you."

At the same time as I said this, the door was pushed open. I was startled and looked up. I saw a beautiful woman wearing a light grey business suit and skirt, black stockings and high heels standing outside the door. She was holding the door handle with one hand, her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide open, looking at us in astonishment.

Chapter 3

The expression on my mother's face gradually changed from astonishment to anger.

My scalp went numb, my hair stood on end, and I trembled as I said, "Mom...Mom, why...why are you back?"

There seemed to be a layer of frost on my mother's beautiful face, her breasts heaving, her body trembling slightly, she glared at me angrily, and the air seemed to freeze.

Patricia lowered her head and hid under me, not daring to look up. Mom didn't say a word, and after a moment of stalemate, she slammed the door shut.

Patricia suddenly lifted me up, picked up the pillow and threw it at me, while she cried in a low voice: "It's all your fault, it's all your fault, I hate you so much!"

I saw her face was red, so I didn't dare to say anything and let her vent. Mainly because I didn't expect my mother to come back so early, and I was almost impotent because of what happened just now.

After Patricia vented her anger, she hurriedly took off her mother's clothes and put on her own clothes. I comforted her: "It's okay, it's okay, you have to go home anyway, but I am the one who is unlucky."

She glared at me and said, "What do you mean it's okay? How am I going to face your mother in the future? It's so embarrassing! I want to die now. You still... What if your mother tells my mother?"

I put my hand on her shoulder and patted her gently: "Don't worry, my mother will never tell your mother about this kind of thing. She...she can't say it."

"Get out of here! Don't touch me anymore!" Patricia pushed my hand away and put on her shoes. I took the opportunity to put on two pieces of clothes and walked out with her. Before leaving the room, Patricia was a little scared and looked at me pitifully. I encouraged her for a long time, and finally she mustered up the courage, opened the door, and walked out.

Mom was like an ice sculpture in the middle of the living room, her arms folded across her chest, her face livid, her beautiful and charming eyes narrowed into a slit, as if she was emitting murderous intent before she closed her eyes, and she seemed to be very angry. Seeing this, Patricia was so scared that she wanted to retreat. I reached out and pushed her waist, and she lowered her head and walked quickly towards the door in small steps. When she passed by Mom, she lowered her head and said in a mosquito-like voice, "Auntie, I'm leaving."

Mom didn't say anything. I followed Patricia closely , lowered my head, and whispered, "Auntie, I'm leaving too. Ouch! It hurts!"

My mother grabbed my ears and pulled me back hard. Patricia not only did not help me, but also took the opportunity to open and close the door quickly and slipped away.

My mother twisted my ear, pulled me to the bedroom door, and kicked me in. I stumbled to the foot of the bed, huddled up, blinked, and looked at her pitifully.

Mom looked around for a weapon, but couldn't find a suitable one after searching for a long time. Finally, I couldn't help it anymore, so I pointed to the bookshelf and whispered, "Dictionary."

She glanced at the bookshelf in the direction of my finger, turned back and glared at me: "Why do you have to say anything?" Then she rolled up her sleeves, walked over angrily, and hit me on the head more than ten times with her bare hands.

In the past, I was often spanked when I made mistakes, but they were always on my arms and buttocks, rarely as hard as today, hitting my head. My mother now is a roaring female dragon in my eyes. I am afraid of angering her again, so I endure the pain and dare not even groan.

After beating me for a while, my mother grabbed my ears again, stared at me breathlessly, and asked through gritted teeth: "What did you do just now?"

"No...nothing, just...just chatting."

"Chat? Talk about what? Also, what did you say when I pushed the door open just now? Tell me again."

"I forgot." I would never dare to repeat it again.

"Forgot it, you forgot it. Okay, you forgot it." Mom pressed my neck with one hand and slapped my head with the other hand, cursing, "You little bastard, you have no respect for your parents, you dare to make any joke, right!"

I begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

After beating me for a while, my mother let me go, stepped back, put her hands on her hips, stared at me, and gasped heavily. This was the first time I had ever seen her so angry. I became more and more frightened. I didn't dare to say any dirty words I usually said. I could only behave myself.

Admit your mistake: "Mom, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I won't do it again."

"You're wrong? You know you're wrong?" Mom yelled, "Kneel down there!"

I shivered and quickly knelt on the ground.

Mom pointed at the clothes on the bed and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"This... this..." I suddenly found that my usual cleverness was gone. After hesitating for a long time, I said, "It's Patricia . She...she wanted to wear it, so I bought her two pieces."

"She wants to wear it?" Mom obviously didn't completely believe my nonsense.

"Yes, yes, she...she said she really likes your clothes, mom . She said you look really good in them, and she wants to try them on, too." Patricia isn't here right now, so I'll leave the blame to her for now. Anyway, she also threw the blame on me at her mom's place yesterday, so we're even.

"Oh, she wants to wear it? If she wants to wear it, just give her your mother's clothes. Did you get my permission?"

My mother put her hands on her hips and stared down at me.

"Mom, you like her very much, don't you? When she comes to our house, you give her this and that, just like your own daughter, even closer to her than Barbara ."

"Still talking back!" Mom yelled, and I was so scared that I shut up immediately.

My mother stared at me for a moment and asked again, "Let me ask you, did you take away all the socks I lost before?"

“I…I…”

"Did you give them all to Patricia ?"

"Yes, yes, I gave it to her, she...she likes it." I threw the pot away again. Good Patricia , I'm sorry, I really don't dare to admit to my mother that I put her socks on my dick and masturbated.

"You are so generous. You gave your mother's clothes to your girlfriend. Do you know how expensive those socks are? Have you forgotten your mother after you got married?"

"No, no, no, mom , your position in my heart cannot be replaced by anyone."

"You keep talking nonsense, keep talking nonsense!" My mother hit me on the head twice and said angrily, " William , I'm telling you, I've spoiled you too much. You've become lawless. You don't know how to be ashamed. Kneel down here and reflect on yourself."

After that, my mother picked up the clothes on the bed and slammed the door and left. My legs were numb from kneeling, but I didn't dare to get up. After a while, I vaguely heard voices in the living room, as if my mother was talking on the phone with someone.

My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he was talking to Patricia 's mother on the phone? If her mother knew about this, we would be in big trouble.

After kneeling for more than half an hour, my mother pushed the door open, stared at me for a moment, and then sat down beside the bed. The room was dead silent, and I wanted to say something, but I didn't dare to open my mouth.

After a long while, my mother said, "I just talked to your Aunt Linda on the phone."

Before she could finish, I said, "You didn't tell Aunt Linda about it, did you? It's such an embarrassing thing, you..."

"Kneel down right there." Mom yelled, "You still know how to embarrass yourself?"

"I don't care, but Patricia is a girl after all. If her mother knew about this..."

I was halfway through my words when I saw my mother glaring at me, so I quickly shut my mouth.

Mom suppressed her anger and said as gently as possible, "I went out early this morning to meet Patricia 's mom. As a mother, we don't object to you two dating, and we are prepared for you to develop to that stage. But you are in your third year of high school after all, which is a crucial year. We had planned that you two should separate for a year, and after you are admitted to college, you can talk about it however you want. Even if you really want to get married, we don't object."

I quickly responded: "I support this proposal with both hands."

"It's too late!"

"What's late?"

"From now on, you are not allowed to see Patricia again ."

"Ah?" I frowned, "You...are you trying to break up this couple?"

"I just broke up the couple, what do you think?"

"I... am not... you... why?"

"You still have the nerve to ask why?" Mom glared at me. "Just now, how can I meet Patricia in the future ? Isn't it awkward?"

"Yes, it is a little embarrassing. But you are good friends with Aunt Linda after all. You can't hide from her daughter all your life, right?"

"Why should I avoid her? Am I too embarrassed to face people? She should be avoiding me. Besides, as long as she doesn't date you and doesn't come into our house, why should I be embarrassed with her?"

"You wouldn't do that, would you? Patricia is quite considerate. She will get over it after a while."

"She has a big heart, but your mother has a small heart." The mother turned her head and said, "I can't get over it."

"Mom!" I knelt on my knees and moved to my mother's side. I put my arms around her black silk legs and put my face close to hers. I pretended to be crying and begged, "Please be magnanimous and spare her. Patricia is the love of my life. I really can't live without her."

Mom sneered, "You're such a… repetitive person. Just now you said that your mom's position in your heart is irreplaceable, and now you're saying that Patricia is the love of your life. Which of your words is true?"

"This... after all, they can't be compared. One is mother, the other is wife. Mother, wife, wife, mother, neither can be without the other."

"Don't talk nonsense to me. You don't need a wife now, you only need a mother."

"No... you, this is naked hegemonism."

The mother raised her eyebrows and said, "I am a hegemonist. If you have the guts, run away from home and go there on your own."

I hugged my mother's beautiful legs in stockings tightly with both hands, and smiled flatteringly: "How dare I? Even if you lend me a hundred courages, I dare not run away from home. Besides, I can't bear to leave you, Mommy."

"He just keeps talking nonsense all day long."

My mother slapped me on the back of my head and I cried out in pain. She looked down at me, hesitated for a moment, rubbed my head with her hand, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

I pursed my lips, nodded, then put my face on the icy and smooth silk stockings, pretended to be extremely aggrieved, and said it hurts.

"You deserve it. You just deserve a beating every day." Although he said it sternly, his hand still kept rubbing my head gently.

"Mom, I was wrong. I will never make you angry again."

I was really scared by my mother's fury just now. Now that she had calmed down, I was gradually attracted by the black silk legs under the gray professional skirt. Since I learned the Internet term "hugging thighs", every time I made a mistake, I would kneel on the ground, pretending to be a joker and acting like a spoiled child, and hug my mother's silk stockings legs tightly.

In fact, I just want to take advantage of my mother. Sometimes when I am having fun, I will pretend to accidentally lift up my mother's skirt and sneak a peek at the beautiful scenery under the skirt wrapped in pantyhose. I know it is wrong and against morality to do so, but I just can't control my inner desire because it is too exciting.

I have liked the touch of stockings since I was a child. After my sexual consciousness awakened, I have a special liking for beautiful women wearing stockings.

But I can't go out on the street and touch other people's stockings, so I can only do it to my mother at home. After all, even if my mother finds out something is wrong, she won't send me to the police station like a hooligan. At most, she will give me a beating. Compared with touching beautiful legs in stockings, this price is still acceptable.

And I suspect that the reason why I became a severe stockings fetishist is related to my mother's love of wearing stockings.

Because my childhood memories are basically all formatted, only the image of my mother wearing colorful stockings is deeply imprinted in my mind. Regardless of whether it is true or not, I often use this reason to convince and comfort myself.

Due to my mother's influence, I know a lot about stockings. For example, the black pantyhose my mother is wearing on her legs today are velvet stockings. They are slightly less transparent than crystal silk, but have better elasticity, feel better, and are dense, delicate, soft and smooth.

I like my mother to wear this kind of stockings the most, because the surface of the stockings has a little bit of matte, which makes it look more noble and elegant, and it matches my mother's temperament very well.

Maybe I was too devoted to touching her, and my mother felt something was wrong. She rubbed my head and suddenly raised her hand to hit my head again, scolding me: "Get up! What a mess you are in all day long."

Although I was extremely reluctant, I still let go of my mother's beautiful black silk legs and wanted to stand up. However, because I had been kneeling for too long, my legs were numb. Halfway through, I knelt down again with a plop.

My mother was stunned for a moment, then she burst into laughter and said, "What are you doing? It's not even Chinese New Year yet, and you're giving me such a big gift, but I don't even have any New Year's money."

I was already kneeling, so I might as well do it more thoroughly. I just prostrated myself on the ground, kowtowed loudly, and said loudly: "Thank you, mother, for raising me."

"You idiot! Get up." My mother kicked me. It hurt quite a bit from her black pointed high heels, but I felt great in my heart. I don't know if I have some masochistic tendency.

"Pull me." I stretched out my hand. My mother hesitated for a moment, held my hand, exerted a little force, and pulled me up.

Mom sat down on the bed, patted the spot next to her, and said to me, "Come here, sit down."

I saw that her expression had softened a lot and her anger had subsided a lot. According to the usual practice, the next step should be a painstaking lecture. Although I was very impatient, I still sat down next to my mother. My mother raised her hand and stroked my hair, saying softly: "

Son, I'm not forbidding you to have a romantic relationship. The key is that you are in your third year of high school, a crucial year in your life. Do you understand?"

"I understand." I nodded obediently.

"Then can we please focus on studying?"

My mother had a smile on her face, kindness in her eyes, and the light of maternal love radiated from her body, but I knew that if I said no, I would be greeted with thundering wrath.

"Mom, I'm studying really hard."

“How hard.”

"I've worked very hard. You see, I always rank among the top ten in the class."

"But you are only in the top 100 in your grade, and your school is not a key high school. With your current grades, it would be a stretch for you to get into an ordinary first-class school."

I closed my eyes, nodded, and pretended to be willing to learn.

My mother showed a rare tenderness and said softly, "I've thought about it. I was busy with work before and relaxed my discipline on you. Now... we must start from now on and go all out to sprint for the college entrance examination."

"No, Mom, I've been sprinting. You see, I can't finish the test paper every day. I even play the game. I just take a little time out from time to time to be intimate with Patricia and relieve some pressure..."

I saw that my mother's face was cold again, so I immediately changed my tone: "Of course, that's all in the past. From now on, all entertainment activities are cancelled. From now on, I will turn a deaf ear to the outside world and concentrate on reading the books of sages. Is that okay with you?"

My mother touched my forehead and said with a smile, "I knew my son was sensible. So, don't play with that stamp anymore. I'll put it away for you."

"Huh?" I stood up and screamed, "Stamps are going to be confiscated too."

"It's not confiscated. Mom is keeping it for you temporarily."

"Those...those are my treasures. They are my lifeblood."

The mother put away her smile and said, "Your beloved one, your lifeblood, how much can you not let go of? Why is it so difficult for you to concentrate on your studies?"

I clasped my hands together and said with a sad face, "They are just poor and helpless stamps. They can't affect my studies. Please leave them alone."

"You've just been serious for a while, and you're already talking nonsense again." Mom said expressionlessly, "Hurry up and take it out for me, don't let me find it myself. If you let me find it myself, I will really confiscate it from you."

I pouted helplessly, took down a stamp album from the top of the bookshelf, and handed it to my mother. My mother flipped through it and asked, "That's all."

"That's all." I nodded, but in fact this was just the most ordinary book. The expensive one had been hidden by me. Of course, I was not protecting myself from my mother , but from that little thief.

My mother didn’t know anything about stamps, so she flipped the book over a few times and then closed it. She stood up, touched my hair, and said with a smile, “This is my good son. Study hard.”

I responded, "Everyday is better."

"That's good to know." After saying that, my mother left the room.

I let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed. Anyway, I had safely passed this stage. I was a little worried about Patricia , but my mother had confiscated my phone, so I couldn't contact her. I didn't dare to go to her house to look for her, so I could only wait until school started.

It was almost noon. After lying down for a while, my mother pushed the door open and told me to get up. She said she was going to take me out for dinner. This was part of the process. First she beat me up, then she nagged me, and finally she took me out for a big meal. It was an old trick.

Mom came into the house and changed her clothes. She wore a white lace shirt, a khaki waist windbreaker, a black knee-length skirt, skin-colored stockings that looked almost real, and black frosted high-heeled boots. She carried a new Prada bag and let her hair down in a bun.

With a low side ponytail and a pair of sunglasses on before going out, her whole aura immediately changed from a strong career woman to an urban hot mom.

I followed behind, and just as I closed the gate, my mother suddenly remembered and asked me where my sister had been. I told her the truth, that my sister had gone to the movies. My mother carried her bag in one hand and took out her phone with the other to send WeChat messages. When we reached the gate of the community, my mother muttered something under her breath and put her phone away.

I didn't ask, but I guess my mother asked my sister to go eat with us, but she ran away and couldn't be called back.

My mother took me in a taxi to the western restaurant we often go to for western food. The veal steak here was very delicious. Unfortunately, while we were eating, my mother kept nagging about studying. I could only pretend to nod and agree while eating, but in fact I swallowed it along with the steak.

When we finished our meal and were about to leave, a man suddenly called my mother's name. Turning back, we saw two middle-aged men in suits walking towards us with smiles. My mother was startled and greeted them with a smile: " Arthur , it's such a coincidence to meet you here."

"Yes, what a coincidence. We see each other every day in the company. I finally have a day off, and I want you to meet me." The man with glasses walking in front looked at me and asked with a smile: "Is this... your brother?"

The mother covered her mouth and laughed: "No, this is my son."

"Oh!" Arthur was surprised, "Your son is so big! You always say that your son is naughty, I thought your son just started elementary school. It turns out that he is so big now."

I bowed obediently: "Hello, uncle."

"Oh, so polite. Really well-educated." Arthur praised him and then introduced the crew-haired man behind him to his mother: "This is Arthur . This is our marketing manager..."

" Mary ."

The flat-headed man looked at his mother with a smile, and his mother looked at him with the same smile.

"Oh, you know each other?" Arthur was a little surprised.

Mom nodded slightly: "Yes, old classmates."

Arthur, the man with the flat head, smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for more than ten years."

Arthur said, "That's perfect, what a coincidence. Let's find a place to sit together, old classmates, and have something to talk about."

"Let's do it another day. I have some things to do with my son in the afternoon." The mother had a very businesslike smile on her face.

Arthur looked at Arthur and said, "That's fine, maybe some other time when you have time."

After exchanging a few pleasantries and saying goodbye, my mother quickly left the restaurant. I followed closely behind her, flattering her, "Mom, you looked so cool just now, just like a strong woman in the workplace."

I wanted to flatter her, but ended up flattering her in the wrong place. My mother turned around and said, "Nonsense, your mother was originally a strong woman in the workplace. It was only when she came home and saw you that she became a housewife . "

I gave her a thumbs up and praised her, "You are a master of both housework and family affairs. Not only are you beautiful, but you also have an extraordinary temperament. It is a blessing for Dad to marry a wife like you. When I look for a wife in the future, I will also look for someone like you."

Mom sneered, "Oh, you're not going to look for your girl Patricia ?"

" How can Patricia compare to you? She is at most a maid in front of you." I thought of the scene just now and asked, "Mom, are you and that Arthur really classmates?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"There seems to be something wrong with the way he looks at you."

"What's wrong?" Mom glanced at me.

"I can't explain it clearly, it just feels a little wrong." I didn't dare tell my mother . There was a greedy look in the man's eyes, just like the look in my eyes when I see a beautiful woman wearing stockings. He pretended to be serious on the outside, but his mind was full of dirty thoughts.

After a moment's silence, my mother said, "He is one grade higher than me and is my senior. He... pursued me before."

"Then did you agree?" I was stunned for a moment, pretending to be surprised and said, "That man's eyes are a bit similar to mine. Could I be your illegitimate child with him? Oh my!"

I got another slap on the head.

"He keeps talking nonsense all day long." Mom scolded him, and then said, "I just ignored him."

"Why? I think he's quite handsome. He's more handsome than my dad ."

"That guy has a bad character. When we were in school, he got a junior girl pregnant, and then forced her to abort the child."

"Then this guy is quite a scumbag."

My mother suddenly stopped, turned her head and looked at me, and said self-deprecatingly: "Why am I telling you this."

I chuckled and said, "It's just gossip. Scientific experiments have shown that gossip can quickly bring people closer together."

"Come on, we're close enough. I wish you'd stay away from me now."

I was just about to speak when I accidentally saw a familiar figure flash in the crowd in front of me. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed my father , and behind him was a beautiful girl in her teens. She had her arms around his and her head resting on his shoulder. The two of them behaved very intimately.

I was startled, and afraid that my mother would see me, I pretended to be surprised and pointed in another direction, saying, "Oh! Isn't that... isn't that someone?"

My mother looked in the direction of my finger, looked for a long time, and asked, "Who is it?"

"That, that...the one who acts in TV dramas and often plays the emperor." In order to cover up for my father , I started to make up stories, although I didn't know why I did that.

"Who?" Mom was still guessing, and finally asked anxiously: "Who is it?"

I looked back and confirmed that my father was gone. Then I scratched my head and said with a silly smile, "I was mistaken."

My mother rolled her eyes at me and said, "What a waste of time."

Along the way, I was wondering what the relationship between my father and that young girl was. I remembered what my sister said this morning, that my father 's recent behavior was a little abnormal and mysterious. Could it be related to the young girl?

I returned home with doubts. My mother bent down to take off her high-heeled boots and asked, "What's wrong? You looked so sad all the way, as if someone owed you money."

I had a vague feeling that this was not a trivial matter. Before I figured it out, I didn't dare to tell my mother the truth, so I made up a lie to get away with it. I changed my shoes and went to the bathroom. When I came out, I seemed to hear my mother talking to me in the bedroom. I went over and opened the door and asked, "What did you say?"

But the scene in front of me made me stunned. At this time, my mother had taken off her coat, shirt and skirt. She had her back to me, her upper body slightly bent forward, her hands behind her back, unbuttoning her violet lace bra. Without the cover of clothes, her snow-white skin as delicate as porcelain was exposed.

Exposed outside, her round and lovely shoulders, her silky back, her slender waist, she is not at all the bloated fat of a middle-aged woman; underneath are flesh-colored pantyhose that tightly wrap her plump buttocks, and her dark-colored panties can be vaguely seen inside, which is mysterious, sexy, and particularly attractive.

This gourd-shaped figure with big breasts, a thin waist and round buttocks is the most coveted figure among men. A figure as perfect as your mother is one in a million.

"I said Barbara will be angry when she comes back and finds out that we went out to eat Western food without her. Go to the supermarket and buy some..." Halfway through her words, my mother suddenly realized something and turned around. She saw me leaning in from the door, staring at her blankly. She quickly grabbed the clothes on the bed and covered her chest with them. She scolded me awkwardly, "What are you staring at all day long?"

I giggled and said, "Look at the fairies descending to earth."

My mother reached out and grabbed a plastic makeup bottle on the dressing table, threw it at me, and cursed, "Get out!"

I quickly closed the door and slipped out. But the beautiful scene just now lingered in my mind for a long time.

Chapter 4

Although I was forced to study by my mother, the whole afternoon, all I could think about was my mother's beautiful buttocks wrapped in pantyhose and my father shopping with that beautiful girl. I had no mind to study.

In the evening, when it was almost time for dinner, my sister had enough fun outside and came home humming a little song. She was originally very happy, but as soon as she entered the door, she was scolded by my mother . My sister was a little confused by the scolding. After the scolding, she dragged me to the balcony and whispered to me, "My mother, what's wrong with me?"

Why is mom so angry?

I felt that my mother must be still angry about what happened in the morning, but she had already beaten me up, so she couldn't bring up the past. She suppressed her anger for the whole afternoon, and finally took it out on my sister. But I couldn't tell her about this, so I could only pretend to be confused and said casually:

"Who knows, maybe it's because of work. I've been acting like a grandson for a whole day, and you ended up getting caught in the crossfire. It's your bad luck."

My sister pouted, muttered something, and turned to go back to her room. I had been annoyed about my father 's affairs for a whole day, and was worried that I couldn't find anyone to discuss it with, so I pulled her back and told her about what happened at lunch.

My sister's first reaction after hearing this was to look at me in surprise: "What, you guys went to eat steak at noon and didn't even invite me?"

It’s true that no one knows a daughter better than her mother. Her reaction was exactly what her mother thought.

"Who told you to go out so early in the morning? Mom must have contacted you. Who told you not to come back?"

"She asked me to go out for dinner, but she didn't say we were going to have Western food. Besides, it was you who tricked me out.

No, you have to compensate me with steak."

"None of this matters. Didn't you hear what I said just now? Dad was shopping with a girl who is not much older than you. They seemed quite happy."

The younger sister finally pulled her thoughts back to her senses. After a moment's silence, she frowned and said, "No wonder he has been so secretive lately. It turns out he is secretly dating a little girl. Ah~!"

My sister suddenly screamed, which scared me. I asked her what happened and she said, "If mom knew about this, it would be very bad."

I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Nonsense, do you even need me to tell you that?"

My sister frowned, looking worried: "But the truth will come out sooner or later, mom will find out.

At that time, their relationship will break down, they will quarrel, then fight, and finally they may even get divorced. "

She suddenly raised her head and asked me seriously, "If they really want to divorce, who will you live with?

Let me make it clear first, I must live with my mom. You are the eldest son of the Ling family and have the obligation to carry on the family line, so you will most likely be awarded to my dad . If my dad marries that little girl again, then you will have to call that little girl mom. "

I looked at her with a smile on my face: "What are you thinking about in your little head every day? This is still a mystery. What if that girl is just the daughter of Dad's friend? What if that girl is our distant relative? Think about it carefully, Dad.

If he really wanted to have an affair, he would have to find a woman of similar age, why would he find a high school girl? My dad is a little handsome, but he's not handsome enough to charm a high school girl. "

"Maybe that girl is just after his money. Maybe she is being kept by her father ?"

" Although Dad is successful in his career and earns a good salary, it costs a lot of money to support a high school girl. Dad doesn't have that much money."

My sister squinted at me and said, "You sound like you know a lot."

"I guess."

At this moment, my mother suddenly appeared behind us and asked suspiciously, "What are you two doing hiding here? What are you talking about?"

Can't you let me hear what you say?"

We were both shocked. I quickly held out my hand in a mock manner and shouted, "Pay me back! I borrowed the money from you last month. Pay it back now. Mom, Barbara is a deadbeat and she doesn't pay me back."

My sister put her hands on her hips and said, "You are the deadbeat. When did I ever owe you money?"

Mom sighed and said, "You two are never going to stop quarreling all day long. Come out for dinner."

We looked at each other and followed my mother to the dining table. I took a quick look and saw only three pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

Just as I was about to speak, my sister asked first, "Mom, where's my dad? Isn't he coming back for dinner?"

"Who knows where he went? He didn't answer the phone and didn't reply to the messages."

My sister and I looked at each other without saying anything. We sat down and ate. After dinner, my mother cleaned the table and asked us to go back to our rooms to study. I was worried about my father and that girl, Patricia , and my mother's beautiful legs in stockings.

My mind is a mess, how can I concentrate on studying?

My mother took away my cell phone, computer and comics . I had free time in the afternoon and cleaned the house twice. Now I had nothing to do, so I rummaged through the desk drawer and found an old radio. Fortunately, it still had power, so I just lay on the table and listened to the radio broadcast.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, the door behind me was suddenly pushed open. I knew who came in without turning around. I was so scared that I sat up straight, but I failed to turn off the radio in time.

Mom strode over, patted me on the head, reached out and snatched the radio from me, and said angrily, "Why is it so hard for you to study? Where did you get all these gadgets? How many more things have you hidden?"

"It's gone, it's gone, it's all gone."

"Really all gone?"

"If you don't believe me, search it."

My mother stared at me for a moment and said, "Study hard." Then she took the confiscated radio and left the room.

It should be possible to concentrate on studying now that all distractions are gone, but it still doesn't work. I don't know why, but after sitting here and reading for a while, I feel my head swelling and my eyelids drooping. Finally, I just do nothing and take a nap on the table.

I was in a daze for an unknown period of time when I was suddenly hit on the head. I sat up instinctively, wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth, and turned my head to look. I saw my mother squatting with a cup of hot water, standing behind me with a gloomy face. I quickly pretended to lower my head to do the test paper, muttering to myself, "It's so difficult, this question is so difficult to do."

"Don't play dumb with me." Mom put the cup of water in her hand on the desk and said angrily, "This is how you study hard."

"I was really studying hard. I was overworking my brain, so I took a break. I just lay down when you came in."

My mother said nothing and left the room. I was just thinking something was wrong when she came back with a chair in her hand and placed it next to me.

I hurriedly asked: "What do you mean by this?"

Mom sat down, crossed her arms, leaned back in the chair, crossed her legs and looked at me expressionlessly. She said coldly, "I'll keep an eye on you to prevent you from being absent again."

I got anxious: "You...you are going too far. How can I study if you are still here?"

"You can't study while I'm here? Then when you're in the exam room and the invigilator is standing next to you, can you kick him out?"

It seems that my mother is determined to monitor me here, and I can only passively accept it helplessly. When she sits next to me, I will be warned if I slack off or take a nap, or even if I feel itchy and scratch myself, it is stricter than the self-study class in school.

I asked tentatively, "Mom, are you going to keep staring at me like this in the future?"

"I don't have that much free time. I'm correcting you now. When you can concentrate on your studies, I'll retire."

"Well, then you have to stay with me forever." I muttered softly.

"say what?"

"I say you are truly comparable to Meng Mu, who moved three times."

"Stop talking nonsense and focus on studying."

At this time, my mother's phone "dinged" and a message came in. She picked up the phone to check. I lowered my head and pretended to study hard, but I couldn't help but glanced over. When my mother is at home, she will change her professional clothes and put on a loose knitted long shirt, which directly covers her hips like a dress. The stockings will be replaced with leggings. Although they are very similar to pantyhose, they are slightly thicker than stockings, and the light perception and transparency are slightly worse. Maybe it's more comfortable. I haven't worn it, and I don't know what it feels like. Anyway, my mother will change into it when she gets home.

Sometimes her hair is tied up, and sometimes she lets it down and ties it into a loose ponytail, which looks very casual.

Of course, this kind of home dressing is not without merit in my eyes. Although it is a little lacking in appearance, it has a more lazy temperament. Especially when my mother bends over to work, sticking out her round and plump buttocks, I always want to hug her from behind and ask, "Madam, do you need help?"

Today, my mother tied her hair into a low side ponytail with a bow, a black and white striped knitted batwing long shirt, skin-colored leggings, and panda cotton slippers. The leggings are a bit like the flesh-colored leggings worn by female figure skaters. They look a bit thick when you look at them up close, but from a distance, it seems like she is not wearing anything.

Mom looked down at her phone, a smile on her face, biting her right thumb nail subconsciously, looking playful. I tapped the pen on the table, absent-mindedly, and accidentally let it roll to the ground. I quickly bent down to pick it up, and subconsciously reached out to support Mom's thigh when I stood up.

My mother looked up at me, and I pretended not to care and continued to write the test paper, but the support just now made me feel uneasy for a long time. Although the feel of leggings is not as good as stockings, this unintentional touch makes people feel particularly stimulating. My attention was completely diverted, and I had no intention of reading.

Mom was still looking at her phone. After a while, I couldn't help it. I hesitated for a moment, then deliberately rolled the pen to the ground and bent down to pick it up. This time I pressed directly on Mom's thigh, making meaningless groans, and seemed to be struggling to find it on the ground.

It was a little dark under the desk, but I could still clearly see my mother's calves wrapped in flesh-colored leggings and her cute feet in panda cotton slippers. I really wanted to grab her slender and round ankles and squeeze them gently, but unfortunately I had the desire but not the courage, so I could only think about it in my mind.

I pretended to be exhausted and picked up the pen. When I stood up, I deliberately increased my strength and took the opportunity to gently pinch my mother's legs. I have to say that my mother's beautiful legs are really fascinating. They look slender and long, but when I touch them, I can feel the soft flesh through the leggings. This flesh is different from the loose and fat flesh of middle-aged women. It is obvious that she usually exercises, and it is tight but not hard. It feels really comfortable to touch.

My mother looked up at me while holding her phone. I pretended to be embarrassed, smiled innocently, and started to write the test paper. My mother didn't say anything and continued to look down at her phone.

After five or six minutes, I started to feel itchy again, and accidentally let the pen roll to the ground again. Just as I was about to put my hand on my mother's thigh and bend down to pick it up, my mother slapped my hand aside and scolded: "You are sick, the pen keeps falling down." Then she bent down to pick up the pen, slammed it heavily on the desk, and warned me sternly: "If you drop the pen to the ground again, be careful or I will kick you. You are always making trouble.

I don't know if my mother discovered my little trick, but I really didn't dare to play tricks anymore and honestly lowered my head to write the test paper. But there were messages coming from my mother's mobile phone, which made me a little upset. I couldn't help knocking on the table and said, "Hey, Ms. Mary , you disturbed my study. If you want to play with your mobile phone, please go to the living room, okay?"

Mom was a little embarrassed and left the room. I thought she had left and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but she came back and sat down and said, "It's Mom's fault. I put the phone in the living room. You can study hard now."

I didn't expect my mother to be so persistent. I really had no choice but to study hard under her supervision.

Just when I was about to finish the test paper, the room suddenly went dark and the power went out. Every time the power went out in the classroom, everyone started banging on the tables and benches, howling and screaming like serfs who had been liberated.

The power went out, and I couldn't help but yell, "Power outage~!"

My sister's voice came from the other side immediately: "I know~!"

Then I got hit on the head and my mother scolded me: "The power is out, so what are you screaming about?"

I don't know how she could shoot so accurately in the dark, as if she had aimed beforehand. I rubbed my head, stood up and said, "Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"It's dangerous when you're here. My phone is on the sofa, go get it for me."

"Yes, sir. You wait here."

Due to the momentary power outage, my eyes had not yet adjusted to the situation and the room was dark. I instinctively reached forward to feel around, and my right hand touched my mother's body. Although there was a sweater between us, I could still feel the plump and soft flesh, like a big white steamed bun just out of the oven. I was pretty sure it was my mother's breast, but I still subconsciously pinched it. It was big, round, and elastic.

"Where are you touching!" Mom shouted and slapped my arm aside.

I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"If you did it on purpose, I'll chop off your hand." Mom scolded me, then was silent for a moment and said, "Why don't you go now? Why are you just standing there?"

I quickly groped around my mother and went to the living room to get my phone. My mother told me to go, but she followed me out. In the dark, I sniffed my palms behind my mother's back. I seemed to smell a milky fragrance. My head was dizzy and I decided not to wash my hands for the rest of my life. As soon as I walked out of the bedroom door, my sister came out with her phone. She took a picture for me, got my mother's phone, and found a flashlight.

But just as I handed the phone to my mother and was discussing the cause, another call came from home. At the same time, the door was unlocked and my father came back.

"Was there a power outage just now?" Dad asked while changing his shoes.

"Where have you been all day? You didn't even stay at home for a day off, and you're back just now." Mom asked back unhappily.

"Well...my colleague's child had some problems, so I went to help." Dad 's words were a little hesitant.