Chapter 1

What a bad day today.

Since junior high school, I have never been asked by the teacher to ask my parents to come to school, but it happened today, and at such a critical moment.

The teacher said, “It was just a fight, wasn’t it necessary to ask the parents to come?” It made my mother and I embarrassed.

I didn’t know if my mother would be angry, so I stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, but finally opened the door and went home. The lights were on at home, and my mother was the only one sitting on the sofa watching TV. My father was on a business trip and would not be home for a few days. My mother was still wearing the black suit skirt she wore during the day, with a serious face. When she saw me coming back, she turned off the TV.

To be honest, my mother looks really good when she is angry, with her eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking a little cold and beautiful. Of course, the main reason is that she is good-looking. She has delicate features, clear contours, fair skin, and most importantly, a good temperament. Her eyes are like a clear spring. You can’t stare at them, or you will be easily trapped.

But no matter how beautiful it is, I don’t dare to look at it closely now.

“Mom, I’m back.” I pretended nothing happened.

“Come here and sit down.” Mom’s voice was calm, but there was a hint of anger in it.

I do feel a little nervous, but fortunately my mother is reasonable and not the kind of mother who does things without knowing right from wrong. I am in the right today and I feel confident.

Sitting on the sofa next to my mother, intimidated by her aura, I lowered my head and said, “Mom, I’m sorry.”

However, my eyes inappropriately noticed my mother’s small feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. The stockings as thin as a cicada’s wing wrapped around her crystal white and tender feet. Even the faint blood vessels on the instep told of endless temptation.

Cute, thought through.

With a “bang”, my mother slapped the table and said coldly, “Look at me.”

Huh! I was so surprised. I was just admiring her beautiful feet in stockings. My temper instantly rose. I looked up and stared into her eyes, pretending to be serious: “Mom, I’m sorry.”

“How have you treated me so badly?” Mom still had no expression on her face, and it was obvious that she was still angry.

“I’ve embarrassed you.” Staring into my mother’s eyes was really a trap. Even though there was anger hidden in them, I still felt a little depressed.

Mom’s face suddenly darkened, and she said sternly, “Is it something embarrassing? Ah? Adam , you’ve become more capable, right? You’ve learned how to fight, right? You don’t study hard all day long, and you just make trouble for me. I can’t control you when your dad is not at home, right? Why did you hit people?”

My mother rarely gets angry, so I couldn’t handle it, so I quickly explained, “Mom, it’s not hitting someone, it’s just a fight. Didn’t the teacher tell you? It’s not my fault.”

The mother mocked, “Isn’t it your fault? You beat the boy so hard that he was sent to the hospital for examination, but there were no footprints on your body . I found you to be quite capable, but I didn’t notice it before.” After a pause, she explained, “I didn’t have time to ask for details. The boy ‘s parents were in a hurry to take their child to the hospital for examination, so I followed Xueer.”

When I heard that the boy was admitted to the hospital, I couldn’t help laughing: “It’s like this, I was queuing up for food in the cafeteria today, and that boy ran in front of me to cut in line. I told him very gentlemanly: classmate, please go to the back of the line. But the boy looked at me and ignored me. Several classmates in the class were watching from the side. Mom, do you think I can tolerate him?”

My mother’s tone softened a little: “Don’t be so playful with me. So, you beat him up?”

I am a person who is very good at observing people’s expressions. Seeing that my mother’s anger had gradually subsided, I continued to say with a smile:

“I am a gentleman, how can I just do it casually? I just persuaded him and pulled him out of the line. Who knew that the bastard suddenly pushed me hard after I pulled him out, and I was accidentally pushed down. Dozens of people around looked over at once, and many of them were classmates. Mom, what can I do? If I endure it, how can I survive in the class in the future?”

My mother already understood the reason for the incident and taunted me with a smile:

“Tsk, I think you are quite a scoundrel. What are you going to do? Don’t you say you are a gentleman? A gentleman uses words instead of fists.”

“A gentleman talks, not fights. Once he does, he leaves no one alive.” I said with a smile while standing behind my mother, massaging her shoulders in a flattering manner. Then I continued, “I stood up and kicked him, and then I grabbed a dinner plate and put it on his head. Haha, mom, didn’t you see that the soup was all over his body.”

While talking, I couldn’t help but glance at my mother’s chest. I stood behind my mother and looked down at her. I could barely see her white breasts and deep cleavage through her collar. My mother’s breasts are very big. According to my estimation, at least E, she doesn’t wear underwear at home occasionally, and they don’t look saggy. I think they are very straight. Not only her breasts, but her whole figure is very good. There is no fat on her abdomen, and her butt is round and straight, which is commonly known as peach buttocks. Unlike the chopstick legs that many girls pursue, my mother’s thighs are plump, but her calves are not bloated, which is very similar to the figure in some cartoons.

I once saw a news article online about an artist named BIYA. Some people complained that the body proportions of the characters she drew were too exaggerated and not in line with reality at all. It turned out that she drew the characters based on the real person and posted her own photos, and there was basically no difference between her big breasts and fat buttocks in the comics, which shocked the netizens.

My mother’s figure is the same. She usually wears conservative clothes outside and it’s not so obvious. But sometimes when I’m not careful at home, it’s the end of me. It can be said that from her appearance to her figure, my mother has all the points. I think it’s forgivable to take advantage of her.

Looking at my mother’s deep cleavage, I didn’t stop talking: “The boy was stunned by my beating. I chased him and kicked him twice. Before he could recover, I quickly fled the scene of the crime. Unexpectedly, I was caught by the teacher.”

Mom snorted coldly: “I didn’t realize you had such a bad temper. I thought you were a good boy at home.”

I flattered him: “Of course I am a good boy at home, but I dare not lose my temper in front of you.”

“Stop talking nonsense to me. Come here and stop pressing.” My mother pulled me in front of her and said sternly, “Let’s forget about it today. From now on, no more fighting. Do you hear me?”

“Okay, got it.”

“If there is a next time, you will see how I will deal with you.”

“Uh-huh, absolutely not. “

My mother looked at me pretending to be well-behaved and waved her hand helplessly, “Okay, go back to your room and study.”

“Yes, command.”

Back in the room, I let out a long sigh. Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Unfortunately, I had been planning this for a long time and finally mustered up the courage to take the first step today. Now it seems that I have to wait for the next opportunity.

My name is Adam , I am 18 years old and a sophomore in high school. I had good grades in junior high school. In my spare time, I liked to read some novels, online novels, world classics, and all kinds of things. Because of my good grades, my parents were relatively simple in disciplining me. Simply put, I came into contact with pornographic novels.

When I first saw a mother-son incest novel, I rejected it in my heart, but I couldn’t help my curiosity, and perhaps there was a hint of taboo pleasure that I couldn’t explain. After hesitating, I finally clicked in. From that day on, my filial piety towards my mother began to gradually deteriorate. It’s not all my fault. Who made my mother so attractive? I always have an interest in women, and my mother is the most attractive woman I have ever seen. In addition, there are endless incest pornographic articles on the Internet, so it’s hard for me not to have thoughts about my mother.

Mom’s nameMy mother’s name is Diana . She was born in 1981. She is 186 cm tall and 38 years old this year. She gave birth to me at the age of 22 and then went on to study for a master’s degree. Then she chose to stay in school. Now she is a teacher of classical literature in the Chinese Department of Oriental University . My love of reading has been influenced by her to a certain extent.

Because my mother is very beautiful, her classes are very popular. There are male students who are not from the major who come to every class just to catch a glimpse of her. My father is even a little jealous.

My dad and my mom started dating in college. My dad is two years older than my mom. They dated for four years, and as soon as my mom graduated, they couldn’t wait to get married and have kids. My dad once joked with my mom and me, “Your mom is so beautiful, we have to take the initiative. What if she gets snatched away by another man?”

My father studied science and has been working in a factory since graduation. He is now the deputy director of the quality management department. His salary and benefits are good, but the only downside is that he has to travel a lot. He has to go out of town every now and then to communicate with customers about quality issues, which causes my mother to complain all the time.

I was very serious about doing my homework. Before I knew it, it was already 10 o’clock. I put away my homework and saw that it was still early. I couldn’t help but think of my plan again. I was unwilling to wait until next time; I was not sure if I would start right away. Forget it, I went out to see what was going on.

Checking in the room, the living room was dimly lit, with only a table lamp next to the sofa on. My mother had finished washing up and was now reclining on the sofa reading a book, wearing a burgundy silk suspender nightgown. When she saw me come out, she casually asked, “Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?”

“I’m not hungry. I’ll just have a glass of milk later.” Looking at my mother’s body lying flat, my heartbeat quickened and my penis rose slightly. The white and tender skin on my mother’s shoulders shone brightly under the light of the desk lamp. The wine-red silk suspenders barely covered her plump breasts. The two points on her chest were slightly protruding. I could see a little bit of breast flesh from this angle. The curve of the pajamas fell along my mother’s chest, crossed her flat belly, covered the mysterious triangle area, and slightly showed an arc on her thighs, and finally came to the end. The flawless white calves and beautiful feet were finally exposed, overlapping each other, telling of endless temptation. The lights had dimmed here, adding a hint of indescribable beauty in the haze.

I have seen this beautiful scene for many years, but I can never get enough of it. After changing into slippers, I dare not stare at it any longer, and walk into the bathroom to use the toilet first.

After I finished peeing happily, I looked at the clothes piled on the hanger and carefully flipped through them. I found the treasure that my mother had hidden underneath: her white cotton underwear and a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose that were as thin as a cicada’s wing.

I first buried my face in my mother’s underwear, took a deep breath, and a faint milky fragrance came to me. I sighed with satisfaction. Then I picked up the underwear and put it close to my face. A fishy smell lingered in my nose. My penis had unconsciously become erect at this time. I stretched out my tongue and licked the secretions on the underwear. To be honest, the taste was not good, a little salty and a little astringent, so I always tasted it briefly, but I don’t know why, every time I couldn’t help it, I always licked it. Maybe, licking it is like licking my mother’s mysterious little hole.

Alas, it’s a pity that my mother always dresses so conservatively, and her underwear is always made of cotton, without any new styles. Sighing and putting down the underwear, I finally picked up my mother’s stockings.

The texture of stockings is delicate and smooth, and you can tell they are high-end products as soon as you touch them. When I was in junior high school, I started to masturbate secretly with my mother’s stockings. At that time, I thought all stockings were like that. Later, I accidentally touched the stockings that cost ten yuan a pair and realized that not all stockings can produce true essence.

With one hand, I lifted the top of the stockings above my head, allowing the pair of flesh-colored stockings to naturally fit against my face. The touch was extremely silky and the smell was very light. I took a deep breath and there was a faint smell of sweat and leather mixed together. It was not as sour and smelly as described in many pornographic novels.

At this time my cock was about to explode, but I didn’t take any further action. I put my underwear and stockings back to their original positions and said to myself silently: “Don’t be impatient.” I felt that the time had come and I didn’t want to delay any longer. My plan will take the first step tonight.

It has been almost three years since I learned to masturbate in the second year of junior high school. It has also been almost two years since I could not resist the temptation and masturbated with my mother’s underwear and stockings. I am no longer satisfied with just using my mother’s clothes to vent. I have thought it through. I want you, mother. I want to kiss your slender legs, lick your delicate feet, knead your plump breasts, spread your perky buttocks, and penetrate your mysterious flesh hole.

I know that this wish is not easy, and it can even be said to be unrealistic. Reality is not a pornographic novel, and there won’t be so many ambiguous coincidences. My mother is not the unprincipled mother in the novel. I must take the initiative, otherwise this will always be just a distant and absurd dream.

The initial inspiration for the plan did come from pornographic novels. My grades, indeed, are always the most important concern of my parents. As a result, my grades gradually dropped from the top few in the class at the beginning of the first year of high school to outside the top 30 in the class now.

At first, I simply thought that my grades would drop and then improve, and I could blackmail my mother with my grades. Later, the more I thought about it, the more unreliable it seemed. After a year of tinkering, the plan was finally completed.

Of course grades are important, but they can only be a catalyst. The key is maternal love.

Although my mother is very strict with me, she also loves me very much. After all, she is the only child in the family. My mother doesn’t have much social interaction. She usually goes home directly after get off work. Her job as a university lecturer is relatively easy, so she naturally puts all her energy on me. My father is busy with work, so my homework has basically been tutored by my mother since I was a child. What’s more, I am smart and filial. Except for my academic performance in the past year, there is nothing that makes her dissatisfied.

Logically speaking, I have entered the rebellious period and should have a bad relationship with my parents, but who can make me have lustful thoughts? Naturally, I give in to her in many aspects. But over the past year, I am really annoyed and can’t help it. Because of my declining grades, my mother has been more and more strict with me. She controls everything, forbids me to play with my phone, forbids me to read novels, and keeps nagging me for the slightest mistake... Fortunately, I know how to win mentally. Every time I get angry with my mother, I always imagine myself riding on her in the dead of night, and then taking her underwear to retaliate...

My feelings towards my mother are very complicated. It is clear that my feelings towards her are not the kind of love between men and women. After all, my mother is very strict with me and loves to nag. How can I have that kind of love? My feelings towards my mother are more of a family affection, but mixed with uncontrollable carnal desire. I love her and respect her. I hope she lives a good life, without worries and happy life. I also hope to violate her, possess her, and abuse her. These two are not contradictory.

When I first had sexual fantasies about my mother, I felt guilty, especially when I felt her love. Later, as my desires grew stronger and my morals declined, my guilt slowly disappeared, replaced by an unbridled desire. In life, my desires for my mother became stronger and stronger, but I had always suppressed them. The harder I suppressed them, the more unbridled my desires became, and the more excessive my fantasies about my mother became...

After calming down a little, I walked out of the bathroom. Mom was still reading. I walked over to her and sat down next to her: “Mom, are you tired from class today?”

“Hey~” Mom stretched her body, exposing her curves to me without reservation: “I’ve been in class all day, and I’ve been running around for your business. Tell me, are you tired?”

Of course I know she has a lot of classes today, otherwise I wouldn’t choose today to start my plan.

“Yes, yes, mom, you’ve worked hard. Let me give you a massage.” Without waiting for my mother to answer, my hands naturally placed on her smooth and firm calves and began to massage.

Since I had thoughts about my mother’s body, I often took the initiative to massage her. This was not as difficult as described in many novels, because how could a mother think that her son would have lustful thoughts about her? As long as you can control yourself and don’t cross the line.

I have always been very good at controlling my shoulders, waist, calves and feet. I never go beyond the line. What I like most is of course massaging my mother’s feet. Her white and cute feet are flawless, which often makes me want to hug her and kiss her. Of course, it’s just a thought. Unfortunately, I can only massage my mother’s beautiful feet after she washes herself, so I have never touched her beautiful feet wrapped in stockings. I guess my mother thinks it’s a bit dirty if she doesn’t wash them. Hey, mom, I really don’t think it’s dirty.

My mother is a university lecturer. When she has a lot of classes, she sometimes has to stand for a whole day. Naturally, her legs will be sore, but she didn’t refuse me. She closed her eyes slightly and enjoyed it. She said to me, “Hey, now you know how to please me. Have you finished your homework?”

My mother’s calves are very tight, her skin is smooth and white, and the curve of her hind legs is very beautiful. I kneaded the middle part of my mother’s calf muscles, which is the most prone to soreness, and replied, “I’m done, let’s get some fresh air. Is the strength appropriate?”

“Right there, harder. Um~~~” As I increased my strength, Mom’s brows slightly frowned, her mouth slightly opened, and she unconsciously let out a comfortable moan. Hearing this, my cock got hard, but fortunately the school uniform she was wearing was relatively loose, so it was not obvious.

“Mom, are you feeling well?”

“Well, it’s not in vain that I raised this son~ah~be gentle~” Mom closed her eyes slightly, opened her mouth slightly, and looked like she was enjoying it. Obviously, she didn’t realize that there was anything wrong with her tone, but it made me suffer. My cock was hard, and I had to serve her hard.

“Mom, lie down, it’s hard for me to use too much strength.” I gradually lightened the strength in my hands, firstly because I really wanted to touch my mother’s delicate and white calves, and secondly because I wanted her to turn around and lie down. I don’t need to say more about which one to choose, a beauty lying down or a beauty lying on her stomach.

This wasn’t the first time I had to lie prone. After so many massages, my mother was used to it and wasn’t wary of me at all. She turned around and lay down, muttering, “You’re good at everything, but why are your grades so bad? You don’t look like a fool, do you? Your grades in junior high school were among the best in the school, so why did you become like this in high school?”

I could finally admire my mother’s beautiful body without restraint. While she couldn’t see behind me, I gently inhaled towards the mysterious area between her thighs. I continued to massage her calves while pretending to be distressed:

“I don’t know, I just don’t know why, I always can’t concentrate in class, I really try hard, you know, I don’t read extracurricular books, I don’t touch my phone, I don’t play games, I really don’t know what to do.” Yes, mom, I work so hard, I’m not stupid, then why are my grades so bad, hehe~

“Hmph, if we didn’t know you were studying hard, your dad and I would have punished you a long time ago. You seemed to understand everything when I explained the questions to you, but why do you always make mistakes when you do them? Oh...” Mom seemed a little annoyed as well. She sighed and fell silent.

I didn’t say anything, but just quietly kneaded my mother’s beautiful flesh and admired her plump buttocks hidden under her burgundy nightgown.

In fact, massage is not as ambiguous as described in many novels. Massage only provides an environment for ambiguity. When the strong kneading turns into gentle caressing, and when the hands gradually slide from the safe area to the triangle area, massage will gradually become ambiguous.

Of course I didn’t dare to do it before, but today, I’m going to take the first step.

My hands seemed to be unable to control the urge to reach out to my mother’s plump and perky buttocks. I took a deep breath and thought, “Don’t be anxious, don’t be anxious. You can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry. The piece of hot tofu between my mother’s legs is full of mystery.”

After massaging the calves, I turned my hands to my mother’s beautiful feet, gently kneading her cute toes. I really wanted to put them in my mouth one by one. My mother has several pairs of high heels, but she doesn’t wear them often because she is tall enough. She wears more flat shoes and sneakers, so her feet are very beautiful, size 37, white, slender, warm Diana , and well maintained, without a single flaw.

When I pressed down on the soles of my mother’s feet, she couldn’t help but let out a faint moan. My mother’s feet are very ticklish. I showed a sly smile and gently scratched my mother’s white and tender soles with my five fingertips.

My mother’s legs suddenly shrank and she moaned, “Ah~~~”

I held my mother’s feet tightly with both hands to prevent them from escaping, and then began to massage them seriously, saying jokingly, “Haha, Mom, you are still so ticklish.”

“ Adam , you’re going to die.” Mom turned her head and glared at me fiercely. From her tone, I could only say that she was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Because the light over there was brighter, I could even see that Mom’s cheeks were a little red.

I chuckled and said, “See if you will be mean to me in the future.” Mom didn’t say anything.

After turning the teasing into a joke between mother and son, I started to attack the acupuncture points on the soles of my mother’s feet. I had read many pornographic novels saying that certain massage acupuncture points could be an aphrodisiac, but I never found them and didn’t learn how to do them. I only knew that the Yongquan acupoint was indeed helpful in improving sexual ability, but I had pressed it so many times over the years and my mother had no reaction at all. I didn’t know if it had benefited my father or not.

I had been pressing my mother’s beautiful feet for a long time, and my penis had already become hard. I couldn’t help it, so I grabbed my mother’s feet and accidentally brushed my penis in my school uniform. There was a “bang” in my head, and the tingling sensation like an electric shock instantly spread from my penis to my brain and into the depths of my soul. This was the first time I made such a bold move. I glanced at my mother, and there was no reaction, so it was okay.

I exhaled and continued to massage. It was a pity. It would be so nice if my mother’s feet were wrapped in stockings. Yes, I have a stockings fetish, but my mother is a very traditional person. She usually only wears flesh-colored pantyhose in spring and autumn. Winter cotton pantyhose are too thick. Although I like them, I am not so obsessed with them. It is really a pity that I can’t say that I don’t have those black and white stockings for me to masturbate. I really want my mother to wear black and white stockings for me to fuck one day. Oh, will there be such a day? Maybe.

After having enough fun on my mother’s feet, I decided to start my plan for today.

“Mom, let me massage your waist.” After saying that, without waiting for my mother to answer, I sat on her thighs and put my hands on her waist. In the past, I usually sat there empty-handed, which was very strenuous, but there was no other way. Every time I massaged my mother, my penis became very hard. If my penis touched my mother, it would be terrible if I was discovered.

Mom didn’t answer, probably because she was always fully clothed when I rode on her back to give her a massage. But today, she was only wearing a suspender nightgown, the hem of which barely covered her thighs, and she felt a little inconvenient. But she didn’t say no, probably because her waist was really sore, or maybe because she hadn’t figured out how to refuse. After all, she had been massaged like this so many times before.

“Is it comfortable when you press like this?” I easily found the location where my mother often felt pain. After all, her breasts are so big that her waist must be under a lot of pressure.

“Right there, harder.” Mom was obviously very comfortable. She lay on the sofa with her face sideways, her eyes closed, and her lips gently pursed to prevent herself from making any sound. Obviously, she had realized that her unintentional voice sounded a little strange.

The beautiful mother was lying under me, wearing only a wine red nightgown, with her snow-white skin on her back exposed under the light. She was shaking slightly with the force of my hands. After pressing for a few minutes, my cock was about to explode. From the time I finished my homework to now, in less than half an hour, my cock was getting harder and harder. Now, it’s time for you to enjoy it a little.

While pressing my mother’s slender waist, I slowly adjusted the angle, and then let my penis slowly stick to my mother’s peach buttocks through the loose school uniform pants.

My mind was suddenly empty. Desire, fear, passion, excitement, pride, stubbornness... countless emotions came up, but they could not occupy a single place in my mind. I just looked at my mother’s closed eyes calmly. Yes, I wanted to tell my mother that her son had a reaction to her body.

My cock gently rubbed on my mother’s plump buttocks. The nightgown was very slippery, and it was easy for my cock to slide between my mother’s buttocks. The feeling of being wrapped in the buttocks was really great. I have been thinking about this day for a long time, and today it finally came true. Involuntarily, my buttocks began to move slowly.

Mom, will you agree?

Feeling the hot and hard stick on her butt, my mother was not a novice, so she naturally knew what it was. She immediately opened her eyes and looked back at me.

Before she moved, I had already turned my eyes away, pretending to be concentrating on massaging my waist. My mother’s calm voice came to my ears: “Okay, no more massage, I’m going to sleep.”

“You haven’t pressed the left side yet, just wait until I finish.” I kept my hands moving and pretended nothing had happened. Of course, I didn’t dare move my butt at all, and my cock was tightly stuck between my mother’s buttocks.

“ Adam !” Mom’s voice suddenly turned cold. “I said I won’t press it anymore. Can’t you hear me?”

“Oh, okay.” I quickly rolled off my mother’s body, not daring to look at that cold face.

Mom got up without saying a word and went back to her room.

Yes, how could a conservative and traditional mother agree to that?

Although I had expected this result, I still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty and scared. Forget it, for some people, there is no turning back.

I watched my mother enter the room and waited for a while. Seeing that she would not come out again, I went to the bathroom decisively. My dick had been suppressed for more than half an hour and it was time to relieve it.

I quickly mopped my pants and picked up my mother’s ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings. I put the tip of one of the toes on my dick. The silky touch made my already explosive dick jump. I put the tip of the other stocking on my face and rubbed it gently. My right hand couldn’t help but hold the dick wrapped in stockings and started to jerk it.

I couldn’t help but think of the feeling of my cock rubbing against mom’s ass just now. Mom, I really want to fuck your ass. Just wear that burgundy silk nightgown, just lift it up lightly, and then take off your underwear, and I can slam my cock into your mysterious little hole, and then hold up your big, perky ass and penetrate you hard.

My butt couldn’t help but move in accordance with my imagination...

And your feet, why don’t you let me fuck you? Why don’t you wear stockings and step on my dick for me? Why don’t you let me lick my dick? Come on, let me cum in your mouth, cum on your feet, I want to cum all over you...

I imagined my mother wearing stockings, sitting on the sofa and looking down at me, one of her stockinged feet gently stepping on my erect penis, and the other stockinged foot stepping on my face and gently spinning. I stretched out my tongue and gently licked my mother’s fleshy stockings, just like I was really licking the sole of her foot. No, I couldn’t just lick the sole of her foot, so I licked the five toes and the gaps between her toes one by one. The stockings blocked me, and I couldn’t lick the gaps between her toes. I pushed with my tongue, and my tongue finally moved between my mother’s toes with the stockings, mixed with the deductions. No, it was still not enough, so I put my mother’s big toe in my mouth, sucked it hard, and used my tongue to spin around my mother’s stockinged toes. The faint smell of the stockings entered my nose, making everything seem real and illusory...

Mom, I’m touching your stockings legs, and my cock is against your soles, twitching wildly. Mom’s stockings foot stepped on my towering cock, slowly moving up and down, and then she got faster and faster, and suddenly she opened her big toe and index finger, pulled out a silk net in the middle to cover my glans, and gently clamped the crown groove of my glans with her thumb and index finger. This foot pressed against my glans and twisted it slowly, and the other stockings foot was also pulled out of my mouth, stepping on my cock and moving quickly. “Son, cum for mom, cum on mom’s stockings feet, let mom’s stockings be soaked with your semen, son, come quickly.”...

The wonderful touch of the stockings matched the forbidden fantasies in my mind, and faster than usual, thick streams of semen shot fiercely onto my mother’s stockings. Large amounts of white semen soaked the entire foot of the stockings.

Phew~ I sighed with satisfaction, wiped the glans with my stockings, and calmed down my excitement. The lust in my heart was finally released, and I looked at the white semen on the stockings in front of me. Unlike before, I didn’t clean it up this time. The plan has begun, and there is no turning back.

The determination to break into the enemy’s territory is to die rather than live.

I didn’t pick up the clothes of my mother that I had ruined. I returned to my room, feeling guilty, excited, and scared. I didn’t know what was going on in my mind, and finally I fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 2

When I got up in the morning, my mother was still asleep. I went to the bathroom to check. It was the same as last night. It seemed that my mother hadn’t noticed yet. I didn’t care. I brushed my teeth, scrubbed my face, and headed to school.

School life is actually very interesting, studying, bragging, teasing female classmates... I soon became addicted to it.

I can be said to be focused or heartless. I am easily attracted by the things in front of me, and other things are easily put aside. So, it is actually very simple for me to divert my abnormal desire for my mother. Just don’t live with her. No matter how beautiful my mother is, if she is not with me, I will easily be attracted by other things. But if we live together, there is no way. I said that I am easily attracted by the things in front of me, and my mother’s beauty always appears in front of me.

I had a fight yesterday and the news spread throughout the class today. During break, I excitedly boasted about yesterday’s story to my friends.

“At that time, I used the Wind God Kick and kicked him eight feet away. Then I chased the wind in the wind, following his retreating body, and then I used the Tathagata Worshipping Buddha move and hit him directly on the head. Tsk tsk...”

“ Adam , cut him in the middle...” My buddy Edward was very considerate.

“You don’t understand, this is a fight between two masters...” He was interrupted before he could finish his words.

“ Adam , you are the best in the world .” The speaker is a girl in the class named Fiona . She is very pretty, with short hair, and studies street dance. She is very heroic, but she is usually carefree.

Her tone was a little sarcastic, but I didn’t pay attention to it. I just answered according to her mood: “Today, today.”

“Today? Adam , you mean you’re going to pick my plate again today, right?” Fiona rolled her eyes.

She seemed to be next to me yesterday, but I really didn’t notice whose plate I snatched. After all, I was a little scared at the time, so I left in a hurry after beating the person.

“Hey, it’s your plate. Sorry, I didn’t notice it at that time. I’ll treat you to dinner another day.” Another day means forget it. Although she is good-looking, she is not my type. She acts like a man all day long. She is not as attractive as my mother.

“Don’t do it another time. You were very manly when you beat me up. What? You want to deny it now? Let me tell you, I was hungry the whole afternoon yesterday.” Fiona obviously knew what was going on.

“Okay, then at noon today, I will let the whole world know that the school cafeteria is contracted by you.” I didn’t take it seriously. It’s just a meal. The key point is that I like girls with long hair. Long flowing hair looks so feminine.

“Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you sent me away to the cafeteria?” Fiona’s heroic little face was filled with sarcasm.

“Yeah, Adam , people were enjoying their meal, and you threw the plate away. I’m afraid they won’t be able to have a good meal in the cafeteria.” Edward, the little fat boy, enjoyed watching the fun.

I was really tempted by her. I tilted my head and looked at Fiona , smiling, “Okay, then you decide what to do.”

The girl smiled like a mouse that had successfully stolen oil, “Hey, I finally caught it. It’s Sunday at noon, at Yuanda Plaza, there’s a seafood buffet.”

I couldn’t hold on to my smile. I knew that seafood buffet in Yuanda was over 100 yuan per person, so for two people that was nearly 400 yuan, which was my pocket money for more than a month. They were not trying to eat my food, they were trying to drink my blood. But the words had already been spoken, and everyone around was laughing at me, so I couldn’t go back on my word.

“Okay, seafood buffet.” I gritted my teeth.

Fiona looked at my grim expression and said cheerfully, “Oh, Adam is quite rich. I just said that casually. Now that you said it, I can’t not give you face, right? It’s settled then.”

Edward, the little fat boy, was still cheering on the side: “ Adam , why don’t you invite me? You can’t put women before friends.”

“Get out of here. You can’t lose weight even in the cafeteria, and you still want to eat at the seafood buffet? Are you worthy of it?” I’m used to joking with him, so I say whatever I want.

Edward was not angry, he smiled and said, “How am I not worthy? Oh~~~ I see, I disturbed Adam and Fiona’s date. Of course I am not worthy.”

Fiona is indeed a very good person. She didn’t get angry when the fat boy teased her. She smiled and retorted: “Not bad, not bad. You are very self-aware.”

In just a few words, the matter was settled. But poor my wallet, I have to live a tight life again.

Until I got home from school in the afternoon, I still didn’t understand why I was so obsessed with face? Can’t I just treat her to a canteen? After thinking for a long time, it was because of Fiona . Although I was not very interested in her, it was not realistic to say that I had no interest at all. But I really couldn’t bear to spend a month’s living expenses for this little interest. In the final analysis, as a man, you can’t lose face in front of a beautiful woman.

I pondered all the way until I was almost home when I realized that this was not right. The key point now was: how did my mother react after yesterday? I didn’t care about the other mess.

When I opened the door, my mother had indeed come home and was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

“Mom, I’m back.” I quietly observed my mother’s expression and didn’t see anything unusual.

“You’re back, Adam .” Mom said as if nothing had happened. “Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? I made you some soup, which is warming up on the stove.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, “I’m a little hungry. I’ll go eat something first.” The high school cafeteria didn’t have much oil, so I often went home for a snack.

I went to the bathroom and sure enough, it was clean and the clothes were gone. You know, clothes at home used to be left there for two or three days.

The atmosphere at home was a little silent at night. During dinner, I saw my mother often had an expression of wanting to say something but not being able to, and I was secretly proud of myself. My mother was traditional in character and had a thin skin. She would never tell her son about such things.

I don’t think she would have dared to tell my dad. What? Your son got hard while massaging me, and then used my stockings to masturbate? And he ended up cumming all over my stockings?

After finishing my homework, I walked out of the room and my mother had already returned to her room. She never came so early before. She would chat with me every day, asking about my studies and work. I would joke with her and occasionally give her a massage. Of course, these are the results of my hard work in the past two years.

I went to the bathroom to wash up, but there was nothing in it. I looked at the washing machine, which was also empty. It seemed that everything had been put into the room.

Now, stockings, lingerie, massage, chatting…everything is gone.

But I’m not in a hurry, really not.

After washing up, I looked at my mother’s closed door and walked to the shoe cabinet in the hallway. I took out a pair of 5cm stilettos, black patent leather, which looked pretty good. My mother has an academic conference tomorrow, and she doesn’t have many high heels, so she will definitely wear this pair to the meeting.

I put my nose into the shoe. Different from the light smell of silk stockings, there was a slight smell of sweat and acid, mixed with a strong smell of leather. I inhaled it into my body and hit my mind. My penis was also gushing with blood at this time, and it stood up instantly. I put my penis into my mother’s high heels and moved it gently. To be honest, it was not comfortable, but more of a psychological satisfaction for my foot fetish.

Since they were not as smooth and easy to masturbate as stockings, I took the high heels back to the room, took out my cell phone, found some of my treasured mother-son novels, and slowly started masturbating.

I lay on my side on the bed, placed one of my mother’s high-heeled shoes between my mouth and nose, and the other next to my penis. I held the mobile phone in my left hand and began to slowly masturbate with my right hand.

I greedily absorbed the rich scent of my mother’s high heels, and my right hand began to gradually accelerate.

Mom, didn’t you take all the stockings? How about I cum in your shoes?

Mom, why don’t you use your little feet to clamp my dick? How about I fuck your high heels?

Mom, why don’t you let my cock fuck your tits? Why don’t you let me slap your face with my cock? Why don’t you use your stocking feet to catch my cum?

I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue and lick the inside of my mother’s high heels. It was a little salty, and my right hand moved faster and faster. Mom, this is where you put your feet. I’m going to cum in your high heels. I want your feet to be soaked in my semen...

“Hmm~~~” I groaned, and a large stream of thick semen shot into my mother’s high heels, one stream after another...

I wiped my glans clean with paper and lay on the bed to rest for a while. Then I put my mother’s high heels back to their original place, but I still didn’t clean up the semen in the shoes.

It doesn’t matter if she finds out, this is exactly my purpose. After putting away the stockings, can you also put so many shoes into the room?

It’s better if she doesn’t find out. It’s exciting to think about my mother’s white feet stepping on my dirty semen. Besides, as long as it happens more often, she will find out. Then, mother, what will you do now?

My heart was pounding and I fell into a deep sleep thinking about my mother’s beautiful body.

...

The next day at school, nothing happened except studying. I kept in touch with Fiona , who used to be just an ordinary classmate who would occasionally make jokes with me. Today, during the physical education class, she saw me sweating profusely, and she specially offered me some water, saying, “You are the one who is going to treat me to a big meal, so you are my buddy. Is it weird that I am nice to them?”

This girl is weird, is she in love with me? Although she is not my type, I am not against her because she is so pretty. Of course, I am joking. Although her personality is a bit like a boy, she is pretty and can dance hip-hop. How cool! There are a lot of people who like her openly or secretly, and I have nothing to do with it.

When I got home from evening self-study, my mother was still alone. My father would be home the day after tomorrow.

“Mom, I’m back.” Why do I feel like I’m going to the battlefield every time I go home these days?

Mom didn’t answer, and I was shocked. She was really angry. I observed silently, and sure enough, the high heels had been touched. It seemed that Mom had already found out. I just didn’t know if Mom was wearing them.

I took a quick glance and saw that my mother’s face looked indifferent, like the calm before the storm.

“ Adam , come here.” Mom looked puzzled.

I stood obediently in front of my mother, lowered my head and said nothing.

“Pa.” With a sudden crisp sound, I was slapped hard in the face.

“ Adam , you are so brave.” My mother’s angry eyes stared at me.

I was stunned by the slap. My parents had never hit me since junior high school, let alone slapping me. I covered my slapped face with my hands. I said nothing, but my heart was filled with panic. I didn’t expect my mother to react so strongly.

“Are you still a human being? Adam , tell me, are you still a human being? Tell me, what are you doing?” In the mother’s eyes, besides anger, there is also deep disappointment. “Speak up, what’s wrong, are you embarrassed? Aren’t you usually very talkative? Speak!”

I still said nothing. What could I say? Say that I masturbated with your stockings and shoes? I had the nerve to do such a thing, but now I am really embarrassed to say it out loud.

“What on earth are you thinking about all day long? I was wondering why your grades are getting worse and worse. Are you thinking about all those messed up things all day long? And you can’t concentrate. I don’t think you can concentrate. I didn’t realize you were so abnormal before...” Mom scolded me for a long time. Seeing that I didn’t say anything, she snorted coldly: “Huh, why don’t you say anything? Do you still feel embarrassed? Why didn’t you feel embarrassed when you did it? Huh?”

“Mom, I’m sorry.” I replied weakly.

This sentence successfully ignited my mother’s anger again. She narrowed her eyes and said, “What’s the use of saying sorry? Why did I give birth to such a pervert like you? You must become a rapist to be content, right? I tell you...” She scolded me for a long time, but I didn’t listen. I was trying hard to pretend to cry, but unfortunately, I couldn’t hold it back for a long time. Except for the slap in the face at the beginning, which made me a little panic, the other reactions were all expected.

I couldn’t cry, so I had to pretend to be pitiful. When my mother scolded me until her mouth was dry, I weakly replied, “Mom, I was wrong. I won’t dare to do it again. Please don’t be angry.”

Mom took a sip of water and took a deep breath. “Okay, Adam , you said there won’t be a next time. I hope I can’t kill you if I find out again.”

......

In the next few days, my mother was dressed tightly at home and didn’t talk to me. It was obvious that she wanted to teach me a profound lesson. When my father came back, he asked me how I had offended her. I didn’t dare to say anything, so I could only vaguely say that it was because of the fight we had before.

Time flies and it is Sunday. My mother is still angry with me. I dare not step on the landmine. Let’s leave it alone for now. The second step of the plan still needs time to develop.

“Dad, I’m going out. My classmates asked me to go out and play. I won’t be back for lunch.”

“Okay, come back early.” My dad doesn’t care about me much. He has enough to worry about with the company’s affairs. When he gets home, he usually watches TV and plays chess.

“You just play all day long. Your academic performance is so poor. What’s the point of playing? You are not allowed to go out.” My mother obviously disliked me.

“Mom, I made an appointment with my classmates before.” I said weakly.

“It’s okay, it’s a rare weekend, son. I study very hard, but it’s not time to improve my grades.

“Male or female classmates?” My father asked. My mother didn’t want to be too critical. She still gave my father face in front of me.

“Male classmate, Cameron , you know him.” I said without hesitation. Cameron is also a friend of Edward and me . He is handsome, but a little introverted. His academic performance is very good. My mother has no objection to me playing with him.

“Okay, go ahead.” Dad made the final decision.

As soon as I closed the door, I could faintly hear my mother’s voice in the living room: “Zhang Yongren, just spoil him. You’ve spoiled him into this state.”

I was shocked, thinking that my mother wouldn’t really tell my father about this, so I quickly put my ear to the security door.

“What’s going on? Adam has always been very obedient.” This was Dad’s voice, and it sounded much weaker than when I was there just now.

“How come he is so bad at studying even though he is obedient? He may not even be able to get into college. He will have to beg for food in the future.” Mom was furious. Fortunately, she was not complaining.

“I see he’s doing his homework very seriously. You can give him more tutoring.” Dad comforted.

“He never comes to ask me, so how can I tutor him? How would I know which questions he can’t answer? Besides, he has already returned all the high school knowledge to the teacher. I don’t even know if what I’m saying is right.” Mom’s voice gradually weakened.

Seeing that I couldn’t hear anything new, I quietly left and went to Yuanda Plaza.

“Where are they?” Send a message to Fiona .

“Game center on the 4th floor.”

Well, this girl, Fiona , has a very delicate name, but her hobbies are like those of a real man.

When I found her, she was dancing on a dance machine. Her movements were crisp and concise. Her thin body seemed to have an indescribable sense of strength. To be honest, she was very cool.

I was a little moved when I saw it, just like the song “The Man Under the Skirt” sang, I was moved for a few seconds for each person. Maybe all men are like this, and I just made the same mistake that all men make.

After the dance, I said hello.

“Come on, let’s dance together.” She breathed slightly, her face slightly red, and she pushed back her short hair that was not even shoulder-length. Her eyes were filled with an unconcealable brightness.

“Forget it, I can’t do that at all. Just watch you dance, it’s quite pleasing to the eyes.” I refused without hesitation and embarrassed myself.

Hearing this, she picked up her coat and threw me a box of coins. “Forget it, I’m a little tired too. Let’s go play games.”

I hadn’t played in the game center for a while, so I enthusiastically played with her on various game machines. She was straightforward and it was quite comfortable to get along with her. My skills were slightly better than hers, but she was not convinced and insisted on beating me.

After finally beating me in a fighting game, she clapped her hands together and said triumphantly, “Ha, garbage.”

“Yeah, I don’t know which rubbish has been losing all the time.” I sneered.

She showed an air of disdain: “Humph, in the end I won anyway.”

“Don’t want to play anymore?” I also had a great time.

“No more playing, let’s have a big meal.” Her face was full of anticipation.

I don’t really like buffets because I’m lazy and don’t want to cook anything myself, but Fiona enjoyed her meal very much.

After eating and drinking, Fiona lazily asked, “Do you have any plans for the afternoon?”

“Go home and study.” I have been acting like a quail at home lately and dare not go home too late.

“Then accompany me to blow the wind.”

The spring breeze in March was pleasant. We each had a cup of milk tea, chatted casually, and slowly walked to the park.

We found a bench to sit down, stopped chatting, and quietly enjoyed the afternoon.

“ Adam .”

“Hmm?” I turned to look at Fiona .

“How about being my boyfriend?” Her face was slightly red and she looked at me expectantly.

It was so sudden, I was stunned by a straight ball. Of course I have feelings for her, but they are not strong. I want to refuse, but I don’t want to. I want to agree, but I am unwilling. After thinking about it, forget it. I am trying to win over my mother and I really don’t have the energy to talk about love with a little girl.

After a moment’s silence, I asked, “Are you serious?”

“Well, I like you. I have liked you since a long time ago.” Her expression seemed a little stubborn.

Really? Why didn’t I feel that... After hesitating for a moment, I decided to tell the truth: “ Fiona , you are a very good girl.” Hearing this, she pursed her lips slightly, tears began to well up in her eyes, and she looked like she was about to cry.

I continued, “I admit that I am a little moved by you, but it’s just a feeling. I have been moved by many girls, and I don’t want to be unfair to you.”

“I don’t want fairness, I just want you.” Her little face was full of stubbornness, and tears were silently sliding down her face.

I was silent again. What was so good about me that she liked me so much? I really didn’t want to hurt this cool girl, so I reorganized my words: “I mean, I’m very vaginal , and I like beautiful women when I see them. I don’t deserve your love.”

“So you think I’m not pretty?” Fiona raised her little face, still refusing to admit defeat.

I said helplessly: “I’m just color blind, not blind, how could I think you’re not beautiful.”

Fiona burst out laughing and asked in surprise, “Are you color blind?”

I’m just slightly color blind, and I’m exaggerating just to change the subject.

“Yes, I am red and green color blind and can’t tell the difference between red and green at all, so, actually I am a disabled person.” I started to talk nonsense. The girl was a nice person and it was fun to get along with her. I didn’t want to make our relationship awkward.

“Really?” Fiona was a little bit incredulous.

“Not only that, I’m a pervert.” In my heart, I really am a pervert, a pervert who wants to sleep with my mother.

“Ah?” Fiona was a little confused.

“Do you know what my hobby is?”

“Reading, playing games, swimming.”

Eh... No, how did you know that... I pretended not to understand: “Yes, that’s right, but do you know what my real hobby is?”

“What is it?” Fiona asked stupidly.

“Watching adult movies and reading pornographic novels.” I spread my hands and said, “See, this is who I am.”

“Ah?” Although Fiona usually has a boyish personality, she couldn’t help blushing at this moment.

“Think about it, I can’t see red and green, so I can only look at yellow more often. I have to add some color to my life.” I started talking nonsense again.

She smiled for a while with a red face, then suddenly leaned towards me, raised her red face, and with an inexplicable look in her eyes, she asked softly:

“Well, you’ve seen so much, do you want to give it a try?”

Holy shit! My face turned red and my heart beat violently. Although I have a lot of theoretical experience, I am still a beginner. How can I stand up to such a challenge? My mouth was dry and I opened my mouth but didn’t say anything.

Her face got closer and closer to me, and she exhaled sweetly: “So, will you be my boyfriend?”

I admit that I was taken advantage of. Which man could resist such temptation? Seeing her mouth getting closer and closer, I couldn’t help but kiss her.

She responded clumsily and fiercely, sucking everything greedily. I stretched out my tongue without any instruction and entered her lips to stir wantonly. Her clever little tongue instantly entangled with mine, entangled with me, inseparable...

The blood in my lower body was inevitably gushing out, but I suppressed my inner restlessness and held her with both hands without moving. There was only the exchange of words between the two of us, and the passion was surging.

After a long time, their lips parted.

I looked her in the eyes and said, “ Fiona , don’t regret this.”

“I’m just afraid you’ll regret it.” She said bluntly.

Then, we both laughed at the same time.

“Why do you like me?” I was a little curious. I didn’t think there was anything good about me. I didn’t inherit too many genes from my mother. I could only say that I was pretty good-looking, but not particularly handsome.

“I don’t know, I just like it.” She smiled brightly, and the sunlight shining on her fair little face looked like an exquisite painting.

I suddenly felt a little ashamed of myself, and unconsciously recited a poem I wrote before:

“Why does the bright moon also shine on me, its bright light falling into the mud.” I wrote this poem with a strong sense of guilt towards my mother. It is surprisingly appropriate to use it here today.

“What do you mean?” Fiona looked at me puzzled.

“A good girl like you is like the bright moon in the sky. Why would you let your bright brilliance fall into the mud like me?” I laughed at myself.

“You are not mud, you are so talented and a good person.” Fiona felt sorry for me.

Talent? A little bit. Influenced by my mother, I like to write some ancient poems and essays, but in fact, they are not well-written and do not follow the rules of rhythm. I just show off in front of high school students. My mother is dismissive. I feel a little guilty and don’t know what to say, so I have to change the subject: “So, you have a plan for today?”

“Of course.” Fiona shrugged her nose proudly.

“Then I have to thank the person who cut in line, otherwise I wouldn’t have thrown your plate and your plan would have been aborted.”

“Actually...it wasn’t my plate you threw. I just saw it from the side that day.” Fiona smiled slyly.

“I was wondering, how could it be such a coincidence?” I suddenly realized and sighed, “Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.”

After chatting for a few more sentences, we leaned against each other unconsciously. I hugged her gently, and I had an indescribable sense of satisfaction in my heart. Maybe this is the feeling of being in love?

Chapter 3

A month passed quickly. During this month, Fiona and I had been flirting with each other after school every day. We had taken advantage of her in every way we could, but we just hadn’t found the opportunity to take the most crucial step.

Under the moonlight, in the grove, two figures hugged each other for a long time, reluctant to separate.

I put my hands on Fiona ‘s buttocks and kneaded them slowly. Fiona did not refuse, but greedily asked me to kiss her. I didn’t know when my cock had stood up and was pressing against her belly.

“Are you in a hurry?” Fiona blushed and whispered in my ear.

Hearing this, my cock jumped again. I really love this straightforward girl. My hands couldn’t help but be more forceful and answered in her ear: “It’s all because you are too tempting.”

“Hmph, pervert.” Fiona ‘s sarcasm sounded more like encouragement to me.

“ Fiona , can we go out and have fun this weekend?” I think it’s time.

“Don’t we go out and play every week?” Fiona didn’t understand for a moment.

“Bring your ID card.” I whispered in her ear, and then I couldn’t help but kiss her crystal ears.

Fiona ‘s face turned even redder. After hesitating for a moment, she said, “ Adam , I’m a little scared.”

I didn’t expect that she would be afraid sometimes. She was so bold when she confessed. I didn’t want to appear too impatient: “It’s okay, forget it, I’ll wait for you.”

Fiona was silent for a while: “ Adam , do you like me?”

I understand what she is afraid of. I just want her body. After all, I have never said I love her. Oh, I find her more and more lovely. What should I do?

“Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?” I asked with a smile.

“What’s a lie?” Fiona ‘s body trembled slightly, and she could feel that she was a little nervous.

“The lie is that I have always liked you and will always like you.”

Hearing this, Fiona trembled even more violently, and even her voice was a little unstable, “Then...what about the truth?”

I hugged her tightly and said seriously, “The truth is, I just had a crush on you before, but in the past month, I feel that I love you more and more. Inexplicably, I feel that I can’t live without you. I don’t know why. Maybe I have been captured by you.”

As soon as I finished speaking, a passionate kiss was imprinted on my lips. I responded with the same passion, and couldn’t help laughing in my heart. Oh, little girl, I can’t control you? Of course, this sentence is indeed 70% true. I do love this girl more and more, but it’s still a little short of saying that I can’t leave her.

After a long while, our lips parted. Fiona still had a smile on her face, but she deliberately asked me fiercely, “Why don’t you dare to make our relationship public?”

Well, I have always asked not to make my relationship with Fiona public. We only sneak together after school. The reason is, of course, because of my mother’s plan. I will not give up my mother just because I am in a relationship. If Fiona ‘s body is attractive to me with a score of 100, then my mother’s body is attractive to me with a score of 150. Friends in high school all know that a score of 100 is not bad, but 150 is the real full score.

It’s not that Fiona ‘s appearance is really that different from my mother’s. The key point is that she is my mother, my gentle, strict mother who exudes charming temptation and is full of taboo pleasure.

“ Fiona , I told you, I don’t want you and my family to know. There is no impenetrable wall in the world. Once the classmates know, the teachers will know soon, and the parents will know too.”

“If the parents know, they know. I’m not afraid.” Fiona is always so bold in love and hate.

“Let’s wait until next semester, okay? Fiona , my family has its own reasons. Next semester, I will announce to the world that you are my girlfriend.” I have planned for so long, and if I still don’t get my mom by next semester, I’ll be damned.

“Well, I’ll listen to you.”

I like this about Fiona . Although she is usually strong-willed, she never acts unreasonable at critical moments.

The two lingered for a while, and finally Fiona reluctantly separated.

“Then...I’ll go out first.” Fiona looked at me with eyes that seemed to be able to pull out threads.

“Okay, see you tomorrow.” I waved at her.

She turned around and walked a few steps slowly, then suddenly turned back and smiled at me: “Let’s play together on the weekend.”

I was stunned, and then I immediately responded, “Okay!”

Hey, this little goblin.

Watching her gradually disappearing back, I tried to calm my inner excitement, silently telling myself: Calm down, calm down, there are other things to do today, don’t let the excitement get to your head.

On the way home, I forced myself not to think about the agreement with Fiona , and pondered the second step of my plan. My relationship with my mother became calm again. Although my mother still dressed conservatively at home, she started talking to me and often helped me with my homework. Although she was not good at other subjects, she was very good at English.

After picking up the express at the gate of the community, I opened the door and returned home. It was another day when my father was away on business. Oh, if my father was not on a business trip, I would not have any chance. My father worked so hard, for whom? It was for me and for this family. I felt full of guilt.

“Mom, I’m back.”

“You’re back. Do you want to eat something?” When my mother heard my voice, she walked out of her bedroom. Her two-piece pajamas were buttoned tightly, but they still couldn’t cover her towering breasts.

“I’m not hungry. I’m going to do my homework.” As if I didn’t want to stay with her any longer, I quickly returned to my bedroom.

“Remember to write English first and check it for me when you’re done.” Mom didn’t care, or rather, this was more in line with her wishes.

I locked the door and started to do my homework seriously. Why did I lock the door? Of course, it was just to be mysterious.

I don’t know how long it was before the sound of the doorknob turning woke me up from my maths, disturbing my train of thought. I was a little unhappy. After a moment I remembered, oh, it was my mother.

The bedroom door wasn’t open, so my mother knocked on it: “Open the door.”

I pretended to be panicked and said, “Coming, I’ll be there right away.” After waiting for half a minute, I got up from my seat and opened the door.

Mom walked into the room, looked around, and asked suspiciously, “What are you doing? Why are you locking the door?”

I am the only one who has the key to my bedroom, but I have almost never locked it before.

“Nothing, just doing homework.” I acted as if I didn’t care. Hey, my acting was pretty good.

My mother looked around and didn’t see anything unusual, so she stared at me and asked, “Why did you lock the door?”

I stretched lazily as if on purpose, “Oh, maybe I locked the door by accident.”

Mom didn’t notice anything, so she frowned and asked, “Have you finished your English homework?”

“I’ve finished it.” I handed over the English homework that I had prepared long ago.

After taking my English homework, my mother looked around again and went out. Seeing my mother’s suspicious look, I smiled silently in my heart, the fish was hooked.

After a while, I heard my mother’s voice, suppressing her anger.

“ Adam , come out.”

I walked out obediently.

“How come you got such a simple question wrong? Can’t you tell the difference between present simple tense and present continuous tense?” Mom pointed at a question on the homework.

I don’t say anything, so how would I know which questions are easy and which are difficult? Anyway, they are all easy in my eyes.

“This is junior high school knowledge, right? You have a good foundation in junior high school questions? You gave them all back to the teacher? What on earth are you doing?” My mother’s eyebrows were raised and her eyes were glaring. The peak on her chest rose and fell with her anger, which made my heart surge.

After scolding me for a while, and seeing that I didn’t say anything, my mother suppressed her anger and said, “Come here, I’ll explain it to you.”

I sat down next to my mother, breathing in her alluring body fragrance, and the sound of her lecturing passed by my ears.

I slowly moved my thighs closer to my mother’s legs, but my mother was concentrating on her homework and didn’t notice.

“So, what should we choose for this question?” My mother’s voice came from my ear. I glanced at the question my mother pointed at and answered, “Choose B.”

“Right, let’s look at the next question...” Mom seemed particularly patient at this time, analyzing the homework slowly and calmly. After I answered correctly, she would always smile gently, and when I pretended to be puzzled, she would always show a trace of anxiety in her eyes. Every frown and smile was enchanting, and the flowers in her forties were still blooming. Mom’s face, which was happy and angry, made me sink into it. I gently pressed against her body, and I didn’t dare to go too far. Since that day, this was the only warmth between my mother and me every day. I really wanted time to stop at this moment, but the homework would always be finished.

“Okay, don’t make the same mistake again next time.” After explaining the homework, my mother’s mood became better. She praised me and said, “You seem to be quite smart. You can understand things at a glance. Why are your grades so bad?”

“I don’t know either. I just can’t concentrate on learning.” I pretended to be distressed.

My mother glanced at me with her beautiful eyes, and said with some disapproval, “Are you always thinking about all kinds of messed up things in your head?”

I was silent for a moment, then replied in a muffled voice: “No.”

Mom sighed and said, “Go to bed early.” Then she got up and went back to her room.

After I finished the rest of my homework and washed up, I saw that the light in my mother’s room was turned off, so I quietly took another pair of my mother’s shoes, which were a pair of white sneakers and were very clean.

This month I occasionally masturbate with my mother’s shoes, but I didn’t ejaculate in them. I had no choice but to use shoes without stockings and underwear. After all, besides my mother, Fiona also arouses my desire every day, and I can’t resist it.

I smelled the faint smell in the shoes, and my mind flashed Fiona and my mother. Finally, I shot a stream of thick semen into my mother’s face. I still wrapped the semen with a few pieces of paper, but this time I didn’t throw it away, but put it under the pillow.

Nothing happened that night and I got up very early in the morning.

Without washing up, the first thing I did was open yesterday’s express delivery.

Inside was a pornographic comic book about gay men, very pornographic and violent, called “Violent Paradise”.

The reason why I didn’t open it earlier was because I felt a little disgusted and scared. This book was read by a classmate when I was in junior high school. It disgusted me at the time and left an indelible shadow in my young heart. So, when I was planning, I naturally thought of this book.

I flipped through a few pages and confirmed that it was still disgusting, so I put the book under my pillow together with the paper that wrapped the semen.

My mother would clean up my room every few days. In order to let her find out earlier, I locked the door yesterday and performed very hard, just to let her find out earlier. It doesn’t matter if she finds out a few days later. The main thing is that I am really a little disgusted by this comic.

Mom, your son might become gay...what would you do?

It is hard to accept that my son has an Oedipus complex, but compared to the possibility that he might become a homosexual, it seems not that hard to accept, right? People always like to compromise.

With such thoughts in mind, a day’s study passed quickly, and after spending some time with Fiona again , I set out on my way home.

Will mom be furious? Or will she remain calm? Or will she pretend nothing happened? Or will she simply not notice? Or will mom tell dad?

I carefully considered every possibility. Mom is a careful person. After last night’s performance, she will definitely pay more attention to my room, so she will most likely find out. Tell Dad? It’s possible. When Dad is on a business trip, he will call Mom every day to report that he is safe. I guess he also wants to check up on her. After all, Mom is so beautiful, there are so many admirers. But given Mom’s personality, she will definitely not tell me now. She will have to wait until Dad comes home. After all, firstly, she is afraid of affecting Dad’s work, and secondly, she is embarrassed to say it out loud. So, Mom, what will you do?

With trepidation in my heart, I opened the door.

The atmosphere at home is the same as usual.

“Mom, I’m back.” I spoke as usual, but my heart was not at peace.

“You’re back. I made soup today. Eat something before doing your homework.” When my mother saw me come back, she got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen.

“Mom is so nice.” I tried to please her gently, hoping to see some clues, but there was none.

After serving the soup, my mother heated up another dish, which was my favorite twice-cooked pork.

I got a bowl of rice and returned to the dining table, and found that my mother did not leave as usual. Instead, she was leaning on the chair waiting for me. I didn’t know what she was thinking.

Here it comes, I thought silently. Mom, contrary to her usual behavior, must have discovered the surprise I prepared for her.

I ate the food my mother cooked with big mouthfuls. There was no way I could help it because it tasted so good, or maybe I just liked it.

My mother just watched me eat quietly, her eyes occasionally showing some confusion, but she didn’t say anything until I finished eating.

I was about to put down my bowl and chopsticks, but my mother took my bowl and said, “Drink another bowl of soup. This is the time to grow.”

“Thank you, Mom.” I wanted to see if my mother could bear it.

My mother poured me a bowl of soup and asked casually, “How are your studies going recently?”

Seeing that the mother was taking a long time to get to the point, I decided to make the atmosphere more harmonious and give her some hints at the same time. So I smiled and said, “Not bad, Cameron helps me with my lessons every weekend.” I’m sorry, Cameron .

“ Cameron , that’s the fair-skinned boy, right?” Mom seemed to smell something wrong.

“Yes.” I smiled secretly.

“I remember he was quite handsome. Is he in a relationship?”

“No, but it seems that many girls like him.” I said casually.

“What about you? Are there any girls who like you?” Mom’s eyes turned serious.

“It seems so. Your son is not ugly.” I said with a smile.

Mom seemed relieved. “Is there anything you like?”

“They are just a bunch of little girls and have no interest in anything. Don’t worry, Mom. I know that we should focus all our energy on studying.” I lied with my eyes open.

My mother tried her best to be kind and said in a joking tone: “You can tell me, I am very open-minded and I don’t object to your premature love.”

“Really? I’m not really interested in them.” I expressed some helplessness.

“I remember the girl named Holly and Fiona in your class . Aren’t they both pretty? Why aren’t you attracted to them at all?” The mother’s acting became more and more natural.

When I heard Fiona , my heart skipped a beat, but I didn’t show it on my face. I said jokingly, “How are they pretty? They are far inferior to you. If I were to find a girlfriend, I would at least find someone who is similar to you.”

“Your mother is old, how can she compare with young people.” A smile appeared on the corner of my mother’s mouth, which was very beautiful.

“Mom, you don’t know, when I had my first parent-teacher meeting in high school, all my classmates asked me why you asked your sister to attend the meeting for you. I couldn’t explain it.” I made up a lie.

“Nonsense.” Mom couldn’t hide her smile, and it was obvious that she enjoyed it.

“Really? If you don’t believe me, ask Cameron .” I was afraid that the topic would be diverted, so I started talking about Cameron again .

As expected, my mother’s attention was drawn back. She jokingly said, “Why do you keep saying Cameron ? You are not interested in girls, but you are interested in Cameron , right?”

“No! What are you talking about.” I suddenly became loud.

Well...Is it a bit exaggerated? I feel a little nervous.

Fortunately, my mother obviously had no time to think about whether I was playing her, and was shocked and asked, “Do you really have feelings for Cameron ?”

“Have you said that?” I pretended to be impatient.

“ Adam , it’s okay. Mom doesn’t blame you. Talk to me.” Mom’s voice was very gentle.

“At most... at most recently...” I muttered quietly: “I think he is a good person recently...”

“Recently, when did it start?” Mom’s voice was still soft and tender, which made me feel itchy inside. It had been a long time since Mom spoke to me so gently.

“It’s...it was that day...” My face turned red and I stammered. In fact, I was a little embarrassed as I was about to mention the day when I ejaculated in her high heels in front of my mother.

“Which day?” Mom didn’t understand. Seeing that I didn’t say anything, she continued gently, “ Adam , don’t be afraid.”

“That’s right, that day you hit me, and then... I was very scared...”

“Well, so?”

“So... I don’t dare to think about mom anymore. I don’t know why... I just think about him.” I am increasing my mom’s guilt. See, mom, it’s your fault. You don’t let me think about random things, so I can only think about others.

Mom was silent. I quietly raised my head and glanced at her. She looked at me with complicated eyes. She was obviously a little overwhelmed. After a long time, she sighed and said, “Can’t you... stop thinking about it?”

My mother’s sigh broke my heart, and I suddenly wanted to tell her the whole truth. Mom, I lied to you. There is no such thing as homosexuality... But after a moment of silence, I still said calmly: “I don’t want to think about it, but I can’t help it. When I’m in class or doing homework, I will think of these inexplicably. At night, I always can’t sleep.”

I didn’t want to act anymore. My mother’s sigh really distressed me and I felt like a bastard, but I couldn’t just confess it, so I could only calmly follow the lines of the script. Forget it, I’d just leave it to fate.

But my mother obviously didn’t notice anything unusual. After all, I had been a good boy for two years. I would share my worries with her, admit my mistakes, and never lie to her about other things. Who could have thought that such a mama’s boy would be so loyal but treacherous?

The mother organized her words and said hesitantly, “ Adam , don’t worry, teenage boys are all like this. You can... try to pursue the girl you like.”

“They are not as good as mom.” I said stubbornly, and this sentence came from my heart.

“So you just like boys?” Mom was a little angry, and her voice became louder involuntarily.

“Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; except for the Wushan Mountains, all other clouds are but mounds.” I stubbornly expressed my attitude. This was even obvious. If my mother had thought a little, she would have thought that maybe I didn’t like any man at all, I was just blackmailing her and taking advantage of maternal love.

My mother was stunned and looked at me blankly. As a lecturer of classical literature, she certainly knew the meaning of this sentence. She was even the one who taught me this poem.

It’s hard to say what my mother’s mood was at the moment. She just stared at me for a long time and then left a sentence.

“Then go ahead if you like men.”

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the room.

The second step of the plan failed.

When I got back to the room, I lay down on the bed and tears started to flow down my face without me noticing.

Damn it, this wasn’t the original plan. I was going to use my mother’s sympathy and tell her that I was afraid of becoming a lesbian, so that she would acknowledge my love for her… Why, I just couldn’t help myself…

Whatever, it’s screwed up, what’s the point of talking about it now...

But, why do I feel a little heartbroken? I just have sexual desire for my mother, right? Why can’t I help myself...

I covered my head and fell into endless darkness.

Chapter 4

It’s a new day again, but without a new mood. I was a bit confused the whole day, even in class. This time I really couldn’t concentrate.

In the evening, after the first evening self-study class, I met Fiona in the grove as usual, and I hugged her in silence.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Fiona obviously noticed that something was wrong with me.

“Don’t talk, okay? I want to hold you like this.” I hugged Fiona quietly , using one woman’s warmth to heal the pain brought by another woman. I am such a scumbag.

Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, the bell for the second evening self-study get out of class rang.

“Are you... okay?” Fiona was a little worried.

“It’s okay, something happened at home.” I shook my head and put a smile on my face again.

“Stop laughing, it’s uglier than crying.” Fiona was still carefree.

This made me feel much better: “Thank you, Fiona .”

“As for my boyfriend, it’s okay to pamper him a little.” Fiona said generously.

This time I really laughed, pinched her face, and said, “ Fiona is domineering.”

“That’s right.” Fiona wiped her nose, looking very handsome.

“Okay, Fiona , go home first and don’t make your family wait anxiously.”

Fiona’s parents would pick her up from evening self-study at a fixed time every day. In our high school, the first evening self-study was mandatory, and the second evening self-study was optional for day students. So we would meet after the first evening self-study every time.

As I watched her walk away, I gathered my thoughts and prepared to go home. It was just a rejection, wasn’t it? It was no big deal. There was still a lot of time and opportunities. I could just start over.

I opened the door, but didn’t shout out the familiar words “Mom, I’m back.”

There was no one in the living room, but the light from my mother’s bedroom shone through the crack in the door, letting me know she was home. Shaking my head, I walked towards my room.

At this moment, my mother’s bedroom door suddenly opened, and she appeared at the door with an icy indifference on her face. “Call me when you finish your English homework. Also, the food is in the refrigerator. Heat it up yourself if you want to eat.” After that, she closed the door with a bang.

I touched my nose and thought, okay, although I felt sad, I knew it was all my own fault. I ignored her and went back to my room, threw down my schoolbag, and looked under my pillow. I had forgotten about this yesterday.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that the tissue containing the semen and the comic book were gone. I was actually a little scared of that comic book.

I went to the toilet as usual, but I saw something unexpected.

My mother’s clothes suddenly caught my eye, including her underwear and stockings.

I don’t know what I was feeling at that moment, but my nose suddenly felt sore and tears started flowing again.

Is this motherly love? Can you tolerate me even though I am like this?

At this moment, I don’t have any desire for my mother’s clothes in my heart. What I have is only deep love and guilt for my mother.

After crying silently for a while, I washed my face and returned to my room, deciding in my heart: Mom, I must make you happy. After taking a few deep breaths, I began to do my English homework seriously.

I was really serious this time. There was not a single mistake. Every wrong question had a confusing difficulty. Although these difficulties were nothing to me, it was amazing that I got them all right. Well, at least, let my mother be happy.

I knocked on the door with my homework in hand. Mom quickly opened the door, but her face was still cold. She took the homework and saw that I didn’t move. She said coldly: “Why are you standing there? Do your homework.”

I had no choice but to go back to my room and finish my other homework. In fact, most high school homework has answers, and teachers usually don’t correct them seriously, so my mother can help me check my English homework quickly.

Soon, the sound of the door opening was heard.

I didn’t look up and pretended to study very hard.

My mother didn’t say anything either. She walked closer to me and watched me do my homework quietly.

Soon, I was immersed in the ocean of mathematics. Experienced friends should know that once you start working on a big math problem, it is really difficult to stop.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally figured out the answer. I stretched and breathed a long sigh of relief, then I remembered that my mother was still next to me.

“Mom, when did you come in?”

Mom didn’t respond. She sat down at the desk and pointed at my wrong English question. “Look, this reading question... why did you choose C?”

“I don’t understand the meaning of this word, so I guess...” Smelling my mother’s body fragrance, I just felt very warm at this moment, but I still couldn’t help wanting to get closer to her.

“Look, isn’t it saying...”

My mother, who was teaching the subject seriously, lost her indifference and did not notice that my calf was already against her. However, I looked at my mother’s beautiful face with a serious look, and my penis stood up unconsciously again... I am such a hopeless bastard.

“Okay, that’s all. Finish your homework and go to bed early.”

After quickly explaining the few wrong questions, Mom stood up and left. Perhaps she didn’t even notice that her expression had gradually softened.

“Mom.” I called her.

“What’s wrong?” Mom looked back.

“Thank you.” I looked into her eyes, not knowing whether to thank her for her tutoring or for her stockings.

My mother obviously understood what I meant, she glared at me fiercely and turned away. However, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I seemed to see that my mother’s ears were slightly red.

I finished my homework quickly and kept the stockings that my mother wore today. I didn’t use them. I just hugged them and fell asleep like I was hugging my mother.

...

In the next two days, my mother was still indifferent to me. Neither my mother nor I mentioned the pair of stockings I had collected. Every day, my mother’s newly changed clothes and my favorite stockings would appear in the bathroom. As mentioned earlier, my mother does not wear stockings every day, but in spring and autumn, a long skirt with a pair of stockings is really suitable. So, thank you for the April weather. But I did not move, and I held back, first to leave a good impression on my mother, and second to have an appointment on the weekend, so I could save my energy.

It was Sunday and I got up early. Today was the day that Fiona and I got better together, and it was also the day I said goodbye to my virginity.

When I came to the living room, I was stunned by the scenery in front of me.

Mom tied her hair into a ponytail and was exercising on the treadmill.

A pair of black sports shorts tightly wrapped around my mother’s buttocks, revealing her snow-white and plump thighs. Her long white legs shone as she ran. She only wore a gray sports bra on her upper body. My mother’s slender waist appeared in front of me for the first time, and her breasts swayed slightly with her movements.

I was mesmerized for a moment.

My mother was wearing headphones and had her back to the bedroom door, so she obviously didn’t notice me.

I don’t know how long it took, but my mother finally stopped, wiped her sweat with a towel, and got off the treadmill. At this time, she finally noticed me.

Seeing my dazed look, my mother obviously realized that her outfit was a little too seductive. She was a little embarrassed for a moment, forgetting her indifference all along, and took the initiative to speak:

“Why did you get up so early today?”

I came to my senses and didn’t hear what she said clearly. I could only say, “Running? I always thought the treadmill at home was just for decoration.”

I hate it so much. Why did I always sleep in during the holidays? I missed something.

My mother glanced at me with an unnatural look in her eyes: “Well, let’s exercise for a while. I’ll go take a shower first.” After that, she walked away from my sight quickly with her long white legs.

I noticed that my mother’s eyes were not right, and then I realized that I was only wearing a pair of underwear, and my penis had already been erected. The morning is a time when blood is boiling, plus I was thinking about what happened with Fiona today , and I had been looking at my mother’s beautiful body for a long time. Under these three factors, my penis almost broke my underwear.

......

By breakfast time, my mother had already washed and changed her clothes.

I said casually, “Mom, don’t take a shower right after exercising. It’s not good for your health. It’s better to rest for half an hour first.”

“You understand a lot?” Mom returned to her indifference.

I didn’t care about my mother’s attitude and replied, “Even the doctor said so. You really need to pay attention.”

“Yeah.” Mom replied indifferently.

“By the way, Mom, I’m going out with my classmates today and won’t be back for lunch.”

“Who? Cameron ?” Mom’s face turned confused.

“Well, I asked him to tutor me.”

“No.” It seems that my mother is still a little worried about my homosexual tendencies. Yes, as a mother, if there is any possibility, she also wants to prevent this situation.

“Mom, don’t worry, I’m going there to study. The midterm exam is coming soon.” I didn’t want to give up my date with Fiona .

“Then call him home.” Mom is not easy to fool.

I had nothing to say and could only drink the millet porridge cooked by my mother in silence.

Seeing that I didn’t say anything, my mother suddenly got angry.

“What else do you want?”

I was stunned for a moment, then I realized what my mother meant. I don’t care if you use my clothes to masturbate, but now you want to threaten me with homosexuality? What do you want from me?

I knew my mother misunderstood, but I couldn’t explain it, so I could only smile and say:

“Mom, don’t be angry. I don’t want to do anything. Then don’t go out. Just study at home.”

My reaction surprised my mother a little. She snorted coldly and stopped talking.

...

After breakfast, I felt a little irritable. I was saying goodbye to my virginity. If it weren’t for the critical period of my mother’s conquest, I wouldn’t care about her opinion. I walked to the toilet depressed and prepared to urinate, and suddenly my eyes lit up.

I saw my mother’s sports bra and sports shorts thrown on the hanger in the bathroom. Yesterday’s stockings, underwear and other clothes were not collected. My cock instantly became excited again.

After quickly peeing, I picked up my mother’s gray sports bra. It was still a little wet. Obviously, my mother’s sweat had not dried yet. I buried my face in the deep cup of the sports bra, and the strong smell of sweat and milk mixed into my nose. Unlike the slightly sour smell of sweat on the feet, the sweat on the bra exudes an attractive body fragrance, a smell full of hormones.

Imagining how my mother had exercised before, I picked up my mother’s flesh-colored stockings with my other hand, wrapped them around my cock, and slowly stroked it.

Since I can’t say goodbye to my virginity, I’ll use you to comfort my burning heart a little.

Kneading my mother’s sports bra felt like kneading her plump breasts, and with the silky pleasure of her stockings, soon, thick semen was about to come out.

I quickly used my sports bra to catch the thick semen, wiped the glans with my stockings, and without cleaning them up, I threw them on the clothes hanger, so that the white semen could be seen at a glance.

I want to use my semen to tell my mother about my love and blasphemy.

Anyway, my dad wouldn’t be home for another two days, so I went back to my room as if nothing had happened, took out my phone, and sent a message to Fiona .

“ Fiona , are you up?”

The message was quickly replied, “Can’t wait?”

I seemed to see Fiona ‘s smirk, sighing and shaking her head, editing nonsense in her hands.

“ Fiona , I thought about it for a long time last night. I feel that we shouldn’t be so hasty. I don’t want to take away your precious first time so easily. I admit that I am very lustful, but I love you very much. I’m sorry, I was too hasty before.” With a slight movement of his fingertips, he clicked send.

Soon, the message came back: “ Adam , you have changed. You are no longer the perverted you.”

I was speechless.

After a long time, another long text message came. “Okay, actually I’ve been scared. I know you didn’t like me that much before. But, I really like you, and I feel like a moth to a flame. Hehe, but now I feel relieved...”

Seeing the true feelings revealed in front of me, I felt guilty but continued to make up lies. Perhaps this is the self-cultivation of a scumbag.

“ Fiona , I know, I can feel your anxiety, it’s all my fault, let’s just stay at home and calm down today, love you.”

This girl was also afraid. Seeing her calm appearance, I thought she really didn’t care. Alas, it’s the hardest to accept the favor of a beautiful woman. I chatted for a long time and finally calmed her down. I put down my phone. I don’t know what my mother would think when she saw the scenery in the toilet. Forget it, it’s always right to do homework.

It was soon noon.

My mother opened the door of my room. There seemed to be a hint of shame and anger on her cold face. She said in a cold voice, “Eat.” After that, she turned and left, as if she didn’t want to look at me any more.

“Okay, I’ll come.” Seeing that my mother had no other reaction, I felt relieved.

When I came to the bathroom again, the clothes had been cleaned up. Imagining my mother using her delicate fingers to clean up my underwear that was soaked with my semen, the desire in my heart rose again.

I quickly finished peeing and came to the dining table. My mother ate in silence and ignored me.

I thought that my mother must be very conflicted when she did this, and I felt very sorry for her, so I took the initiative to talk to her about studying.

“Mom, I feel like I’m in a good state of study these days.”

My mother looked at me inexplicably and said, “Then you should study hard.”

“Well, there will be a parents’ meeting after the midterm exam. Are you going?”

“Your father doesn’t have time.”

“Then I will try my best to do better in the exam.” It’s time to do better in the exam.

“Just you?” My mother sneered disdainfully. Perhaps it was because of her recent experiences that she really despised me, or perhaps it was a way of provoking me.

“What’s wrong with me? Don’t you believe it?” I was a little irritated, and at the same time I used the method of provoking her in the opposite way.

My mother didn’t say anything, but her sneer said it all.

“Then set a goal and I’ll test you.” Of course I was confident.

“Then, top fifteen?” Mom said casually.

When I heard this goal, I knew my mother was not taking it lightly. I am now ranked 20th or 30th in the class. If I work hard and have a little luck, it is not impossible for me to be in the top 15.

Of course, this is not my real level. I have estimated it secretly. I think if I try my best, I can get a little over 600, which is at least in the top three in the class. I have been hiding for so long, isn’t it just waiting for this day?

As for why they hide it, there is a huge difference between always being in the top three and reaching the top three through hard work in the minds of parents. This is called psychological expectation.

“Okay, fifteenth.” I seemed to have made up my mind to fight for it.

...

Except for occasionally sending messages to Fiona , I put all my energy into studying, and the day passed quickly. Being a high school student is really hard. After washing up, I was very sleepy, but I couldn’t fall asleep yet.

After forcing myself to resist sleepiness for half an hour, I took my cell phone and knocked on my mother’s bedroom door.

Mom was still awake. She opened the door and saw me looking sleepy. She asked coldly, “What’s the matter?”

“It’s so noisy with the traffic over there. I can’t sleep and I’m afraid it will affect my studies.” I explained and lay down on my mother’s bed without saying a word.