Chapter 1

At night, the light from the computer screen illuminated the boy’s face, and from his eyes he could see the contents of the computer, which was a web page for buying simulated masturbation cups.

The next afternoon, I came back from my classmate’s house and ran back home excitedly. I looked at the rectangular package placed in the express cabinet at my door.

The stone in my heart finally fell.

I took out the package from the express cabinet, opened the door, hurried back to my room, threw my backpack casually, and then put the rectangular package on the table where I was doing homework. I opened the express box and what caught my eye was a pure white box. There was no trademark or pattern on the box, only five big dark black characters lined up in a vertical line: Simulated Masturbation Cup.

“What the hell!”

I screamed in surprise and hid the box in my arms. I looked around like a thief before I realized that my parents were not at home and I was alone.

“Oh my god! If my parents see this, I’ll be dead!”

That’s not right. I came back early. My reaction was really just to scare myself ... hahaha.

I looked at the time and it was almost time for my mother to get home from get off work.

The most urgent thing is to hide the masturbation cup as soon as possible, otherwise if it is discovered at home, I will never be able to clear myself of the blame!

As I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door lock. I was startled and my body suddenly burst out with unprecedented speed. I stuffed the box under the quilt and lay down on the bed.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of the security door opening and closing outside, and a bright voice came: “Son, what are you doing?”

I pretended not to notice and just adjusted my breathing and calmed my heartbeat.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the voice walked directly into my bedroom, and then a sharp pain came from the root of my ear: “Are you a pig? Still sleeping!”

“Ouch! Stop pulling! It’s going to break!”

I covered my ears and sat up, then opened my eyes reluctantly and looked at the pretty face in front of me.

It is not quite appropriate to use the word “cute” to describe a 36-year-old woman, but it is not out of place when applied to my mother Emma. The wish that women make every year, “forever 18 years old”, seems to have only come true on her face.

“Mom, is this how you treat your son who has finally returned home after being away for half a year?”

I was a little speechless. I study in a closed private high school. I live on campus on weekdays and can only leave the school during long vacations. Today is just one week after my summer vacation.

In other words, I’ve only been back home for seven days, and my mother’s attitude towards me has changed from wanting to feed me with her own hands on the first day to being annoyed just by looking at me now.

I took the opportunity to change the subject: “Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight?”

“There’s still some noodles left from yesterday. Just heat it up and eat it.”

“Ah? You are too perfunctory!” I said angrily.

Mom patted my head and said, “Be good! Your dad will be back the day after tomorrow. I’ll make you something delicious then!”

My father’s name is Dennis. He is a workaholic and is often on business trips. In the past ten years or so, the number of times he has returned home is comparable to the number of times I return home in a year, because my father works in engineering and has to be on the road all the time.

But my parents have always had a good relationship. My father Dennis and my mother were a typical old man and young wife couple. I heard that my father got my mother pregnant when she was just 18 years old. My grandfather threatened to kill my father who was still a social idler at the time. It was my mother who forced the family to agree to this marriage with a pair of scissors. Fortunately, the family is harmonious now, and my father has also created a good living condition for the family. The scandal that caused a sensation at the time has become a good story among the elders.

I actually missed my father very much whom I hadn’t seen for a long time.

Mom smiled and raised her arm to hook it around my neck, shaking it like a good brother, and teasingly said, “You are all my favorite people, but I just cooked for you a few days ago, and now my skills are cooling down~”

In the past, I would have pushed my mother away and mocked her by saying, “If you’re lazy, just say you’re lazy and stop making excuses.” But at this moment, my mind was blank. I was staring at the soft flesh on my cheek, and experiencing the fullness that is unique to women of this age as I swayed.

Time has not made any difference to my mother’s face, but it has made her body mature. Her heavy breasts and fleshy buttocks are the only traces of these years.

So she usually only wears loose T-shirts and jeans, and rarely wears slim-fitting clothes. The kind of clothes that can outline her figure combined with her girlish face will make people feel awkward, or in other words, contrasting.

She didn’t like those strange looks.

Just as my face turned red and my breathing became heavier, my mother finally noticed something was wrong with me.

She seemed to have discovered a new world and blinked her eyes in surprise: “What? Are you shy?”

I also reacted suddenly and my face turned red so much that it seemed like blood was about to bleed.

My mother laughed heartily: “Hahaha! Look at your face, it’s as red as a monkey’s butt!” Then she took out her cell phone, turned on the front camera and pointed it at my face, laughing as she took the photo: “Oh! My son has grown up and knows how to be shy!”