Chapter 3: Oral Sex

The next day, I woke up and found that my mother had gone out. The bed sheet that was stained by the “battle” yesterday was also secretly taken away by my mother.

“Dad, where is my mother?”

My father was still lying on the bed next to me, with his eyes open, and I didn’t know what he was thinking. “Oh, she went to hang clothes. Why did she wash clothes so early in the morning?”

Dad muttered in confusion.

Of course I knew why she went to wash clothes. The bed sheet was full of her vaginal fluid.

“How should I know? Dad, I’m leaving first. I’ll be late for school soon.”

I got up and washed casually and ran away in a hurry. I really didn’t know how to face my mother.

It is said that the more you fear something, the more you will touch it. As soon as I walked to the lobby on the first floor, I met my mother who was about to go back to the house after hanging clothes. My heart sank, and my face began to stiffen.

“Be careful on the road, buy some breakfast for yourself!”

But my mother seemed to be fine, just like she usually told her baby son. But I was a little confused. Was I dreaming last night? But the traces of dried up vaginal fluid on my penis told me that it did happen.

It was hard to accept the facts in front of me.

｜Oh. Got it!” My voice was so small that I couldn’t even hear it myself, and I left in a hurry.

What I couldn’t see was the faint sadness in my mother’s eyes behind me.

But desire can make a person crazy and change a person’s outlook on life.

The forbidden journey in the hospital made me regret for less than two days. When the feeling of guilt disappeared, the touch of my mother’s fertile buttocks appeared in my mind again.

But I never dared to do the crazy thing that day again, because I respected her, because I respected my father, and because of my own self-esteem.

On the third day of physical education class, looking at the various young figures on the playground, with agile postures. Some “unparalleled weapons” produced by overdevelopment shook up and down because of exercise.

Coupled with the “first taste of forbidden fruit” a few days ago, the desire reached a critical point unprecedentedly!

My mind was full of my mother’s fat ass and slender and plump legs. Blood rushed to my head, making my eyes red.

“Teacher! I need to ask for leave to go home because of something at home!”

The teacher saw that I seemed a little nervous and thought that something big had really happened at home. He said, “If you have an emergency, go quickly. If you need help from the teacher, call the teacher.”

I almost didn’t hear what he said later, and rushed home like a fly. I rummaged through the boxes and found all kinds of stockings and underwear of my mother, spread them all on my bed, and looking at “them”, I found that my heart was a little perverted and satisfied.

With trembling hands, I rubbed the black transparent stockings, the flesh-colored stockings with a bright glow, and the half-empty underwear against the erect penis, rubbing it slowly.

Smelling the fragrance of a pair of red panties with black bottom and border, I ejaculated four or five times in the afternoon.

From that day on, I would masturbate with my mother’s stockings and panties whenever I had physical needs, which made me deeply obsessed with my mother’s legs and buttocks.

Sometimes I would masturbate with my mother’s panties or stockings that she had just changed, and ejaculate on them, imagining myself deeply inserting into my mother’s vagina and ejaculating inside. Then I would soak them in water to eliminate the traces of crime, saying that it would be easier to clean after soaking in water. (At that time, I didn’t know that semen could not be cleaned by soaking in water alone, and white spots would appear. I always thought that my mother had not discovered my crime).

I was about to graduate from college, and the thesis became my top priority. I was worried during the day, so I naturally couldn’t sleep well at night. At midnight, the depression of several days made me very eager to release, so I decided to sneak into my mother’s room to steal a pair of stockings to masturbate.

That night, my father was on night shift at the factory because of work. I sneaked into my mother’s room and walked to the cabinet where underwear was placed (because my mother runs an underwear store, so she is very particular about wearing underwear, and there is a cabinet dedicated to underwear). I didn’t look at it much and just took out a pair of stockings and wanted to go back, but the scene of that night in the hospital inappropriately broke into my mind, and my steps paused and looked at my sleeping mother.

The weather was already very hot at that time, and the towel blanket lay quietly on the ground. Maybe my mother didn’t sleep very well.

The jade body, wearing only a camisole and underwear, lay on its side, with her right hand folded on her chest, as if caressing a pair of treasures. The buttocks were slightly tilted back, and a pair of round and beautiful legs were crossed and bent, with a warm jade color under the moonlight.

“Mom’s skin is so good.”

Throwing away the stockings in my hand, crazy desire finally replaced reason.