Chapter 2

In the bathroom, I stood naked in front of the clothes basket, holding a flesh-colored glue stick tightly in my hand, with a conflicted look on my face.

My mother asked me to take a shower, so I turned off my cell phone. However, I don’t know why I secretly brought this so-called “simulated masturbation cup” in.

I have been standing here for more than ten minutes now, struggling with my conscience, but still can’t make up my mind.

But some things are destined when I bring things into the bathroom.

Finally, I moved, reaching my hands into the clothes basket and rummaging around. When I pulled my hands back, I found a few pairs of women’s underwear in my hands.

All the clothes to be washed at home are placed in the clothes basket, but my mother has always been lazy and doesn’t care about details. She usually collects clothes for several days before washing them, and mixes underwear and jackets together, under the pretext of saving resources.

Whether it is saving water resources or space resources, it is convenient for me now.

The beige silk panties passed through my fingertips, feeling slippery. I wonder what it felt like when they were stretched and tightened by my mother’s buttocks.

“Apply the vaginal secretions of the person you like to the surface of the masturbator and leave it overnight.” This is what the instructions say.

I don’t have anyone I like.

But “vaginal secretions” is a thing that involves female privacy, which is really a problem for an ordinary high school student like me. Therefore, the woman at home who has never been on guard against me has become the best test target.

After all, I also know that the so-called masturbation cup is most likely just a bad joke and it is not worth spending too much effort to verify it because the store has already run away. When I think of this, I want to cry and I can only try my best.

“I’m sorry mom ... I’m just curious...”

Mumbling softly, I turned the panties in my hand over, revealing the whitish marks in the center of the bottom - those were the unique marks of mature women, and also a taboo that I, as a son, should not touch.

“Just try it ... You won’t be discovered ... Just try it...”

I dipped my fingers in clean water and gently touched the center of my panties, watching the water droplets being slowly absorbed. I repeated this several times until the whitish and yellowish spots gradually became moist and smooth again.

‘This is what comes out of mom’s vagina... ‘

I twisted my fingers and stared at the thin, crystal-clear line drawn between them. A faint, erotic smell gradually spread out, and the strong stimulation made my heart beat fast. I didn’t know when my erect penis swelled to the point of pain, as if it would explode at any time.

Just then, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“You’re taking so long to take a shower! Come out and eat some watermelon!”

My mother’s urging voice came from outside the door.

“Why!”

I was startled and quickly agreed, wrapping the glue stick with my already wet underwear and stuffing it into the pile of clothes.

He went into the bathroom again and took a quick shower before walking out of the bathroom shaking his wet hair.

“Don’t even dry your hair, be careful of catching a cold!”

My mother was sitting at the dining table in the living room. When she saw me come out, she spat out a few watermelon seeds and frowned.

He just said those caring words, but the watermelon in his hand didn’t stop for a moment and went straight into his mouth.

“It’s cool in the summer.” I explained, and when I saw the few watermelon slices left on the plate, I said speechlessly, “You didn’t even leave some for me!”

“Who told you to be so slow!” Mom ate the watermelon in her hand in a few bites, stretched lazily, and the peaks on her chest suddenly bulged, which made my eyes pop out.

“Remember to clean up after eating. I’m going to sleep~”

The mother pointed to the mess on the dining table, stood up, and before leaving, she took advantage of her son’s inattention to smear the watermelon juice on her hands on my face.

“Hey!” I yelled, but my mother walked towards the bedroom without even turning her head. I could only yell helplessly, “Mom! You lazy pig!”

“whee!”

The only response I got was my mother’s giggle.

I shook my head. This is how our family gets along. Although the three of us seem to be from three generations in terms of age, under the lubrication of this mother who seems to never grow up, we get along without any barriers.

To outsiders, this is an enviable family relationship, but to me, it is a long-term suffering of my mother. I have been bullied since I was a child, and I dare not really resist, so I can only swallow my resentment.

I washed the dishes, threw the watermelon rinds into the trash can, and tidied up the messy dining table. I just sat down to take a break when I suddenly remembered the things in the clothes basket.

I secretly glanced at my mother’s bedroom door which had long been closed, walked into the bathroom, and took out the glue stick wrapped in her underwear.

The glue stick was no different from before except that it was stained with a little crystal.

“I’m such an idiot that I actually believed this.” I grinned at myself.

I didn’t care when the desire was taking over, but now that the desire has faded, my previous behavior makes me feel a little embarrassed.

Half of it was shame and anger that I had actually followed the instructions, and half of it was guilt for doing this to my mother’s underwear.

After making up my mind to throw away the masturbation cup tomorrow, I stuffed it back into the box and hid it in the closet.

At night, I tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep. I had to turn on my phone, hesitated for a long time, and once again clicked on the erotic novel “Forbidden Love”. I read it twice before I fell asleep peacefully.

In another bedroom not far away, a few pieces of underwear were scattered on the bedside. Mom was lying on her back, snoring softly without any good sleeping posture. Under her thin nightgown, two lumps of soft flesh were spread on both sides of her chest under the action of gravity, rising and falling with her snoring. In the sparse black jungle of her lower body, you could vaguely see a tightly closed bright red hole between the two plump labia, which suddenly shrank.

...

the next day.

I was still in a sweet dream when I was awakened by my mother pushing the door open.

“Get up, get up! Hurry up!”

I opened my eyes in confusion: “What’s wrong?”

“Go shopping with me!”

“Shopping...” It took me a full minute to react: “What the hell am I shopping for?” I read a novel until three in the morning yesterday and had planned to sleep in today.

“What street are you going to go to?”

“Your dad will be home tomorrow, so I have to buy some nice clothes.” Mom glanced at me with disdain, “Besides, it’s already eight o’clock.”

“It’s only eight o’clock! I-!”

I wanted to argue a little more, but I saw my mother coming over and looking like she was about to lift the quilt.

“I’ll get up!” I coaxed my mother out with a smirk on my face, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

Are you kidding? There are two balls of toilet paper I used yesterday hidden under the quilt. If they are turned out, how will I survive?