Chapter 11: Taboo thoughts about my mother

“Mom, you were so domineering just now, you are simply my idol.”

“Can you let me go?”

“No, Mom, my knee really hurts.”

“Pretend? Are you pretending again?” Mom let go of my arm with an expression that saw through everything.

But I didn’t know that my knee really hurt. I didn’t stand firmly and almost fell down the stairs. Fortunately, I quickly grabbed the railing.

“Let me see.” Seeing that I was different, Mom’s eyes flashed with worry, and she directly pulled my trouser legs to the root of my thigh.

“Hiss ... Mom, it hurts.”

“What’s wrong with you? Why is your knee so swollen.” Mom stretched out her hand and touched my knee lightly, which immediately caused me to scream again.

“Ouch, don’t touch it, it hurts...”

“What are you screaming for? A man is afraid of this little pain.” Mom patted my calf and rolled her eyes at me.

“Mom, I’m still a child...” I said shyly, with innocence in my eyes.

“Pretend, be careful I won’t care about you.” Although she said so, my mother still carefully grabbed the trouser legs, slowly pulled my trousers down, and then stood up to support my arm.

At this time, I could personally feel the tenderness of my mother, which was so touching.

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“Mom, you can’t ignore me. If I wasn’t afraid that you would be unable to cope with it alone and suffer losses, I wouldn’t run so fast. If I didn’t run so fast, I wouldn’t fall down and my knees wouldn’t be injured.”

“Why are you talking so much nonsense.”

“I’m not talking nonsense, what I said is true.”

“Shut up.”

“Then you can’t ignore me?”

“You nag me and make me upset, then I really don’t care about you.”

“Look at you, you are so fierce to your own son.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Then please tell me quickly.” I shook my mother’s arm like a spoiled child.

“I won’t ignore you. Can you shut up now?”

“What a perfunctory...” I whispered and hugged my mother’s arms tightly.

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With the permission of the head teacher, I don’t need to go to school for the next two days. I can stay at home to recover. Dad needs to go to work, and mom also needs to go to work. It’s impossible for me to stay at home alone.

Although I have been telling myself in my heart that I can’t have those taboo thoughts about my mother again, as long as I am with my mother, all kinds of possibilities will emerge in my mind involuntarily. Every time I think of these, my body feels like burning, my heartbeat speeds up, and my blood boils. The excitement brought by ethics is incomparable to anything else.

It can be said that my mother is like poison. Once infected, I can no longer control myself. No matter how strong my inhibition is, I can’t change my covetousness for my mother.

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“Mom, please, please go in and get it for me?” I stood in the corridor of the teaching building, leaning against the wall, begging and pushing my mother.

There were footprints all over my school uniform. If I walked into the classroom now, the group of people in the class would laugh their heads off. I could only ask my mother to help me get the study materials for various subjects. I didn’t expect my mother to resist this so much. Would it be embarrassing to admit that I am her son in front of my classmates?

“Then? How about ... How about I get your school uniform for you and you go in and get it?” Mom frowned, looking tangled.

“No, Mom, look at the footprints all over my body, and there are still some on my pants. I can’t take off my pants here, can I?” I lowered my head and pulled at my dirty school pants, and smiled bitterly.

Bang...

“Mom ... why did you hit me?”

I was suddenly hit hard on the back of my head by my mother. I felt extremely wronged. I rubbed the back of my head and looked at my mother with injustice. I thought I said something wrong again.

“They hit you, didn’t you know how to hide?” My mother looked at me with a look of disappointment, and raised her hand to hit me again.

I was so scared that I immediately protected the back of my head and cried, “There are so many of them, I can’t hide.”

“Then why don’t you run? Knowing that there are so many of them, why do you fight with them?”

“Then I can’t just watch my classmates being beaten by them, right? Didn’t you always teach me to be helpful and brave? Be a positive person.”

“When did I teach you this? Besides, even if you are brave, you have to be safe. You deserve to be beaten for not thinking. Let you remember it well.”

“Mom! How can you be like this? I was beaten, and you don’t feel sorry for me, but you still say sarcastic words.” I was crying without tears, and this was definitely what my mother could say.

Mom folded her arms and glanced at me, snorted twice, and didn’t continue to mock me, but she did this, I felt more like she was watching my fun, oh no, it was a joke.

“Mom?”

“Yes.”

“Can you take a look?” I pointed at the footprints on the school uniform, but my eyes looked towards the classroom, the meaning was self-evident.

“Yes, I’ll wash them for you when I get home.”

My mother had a blank expression on her face, her arms folded across her chest, her beautiful legs pressed together, her eyes turned to the other side, as if she didn’t see my little action, didn’t understand what I just said, but I knew that my mother was pretending to be confused, but I didn’t dare to be anxious with her.

Helpless, I could only pout and mutter: “Then I won’t take it either, it’s just right to play at home for two days.”

“You dare!” Sure enough, my mother was anxious.

“Who can blame you for not taking it for me?” It was almost time for the class to end, and I couldn’t help but get anxious in my heart. After class, not just one classmate, but all the classmates on the 6th floor would see my footprints, and I would be embarrassed to my grandma’s house.

“Don’t provoke me, it’s useless to provoke me.”

“I didn’t provoke you, just wait like this anyway, I won’t be the only one who will be embarrassed after class.”

My mother’s eyes swept me from top to bottom, and sneered: “Then you stay here alone.” With that, my mother walked towards the office.

Now it’s my turn to be anxious: “Mom, you don’t keep your word!”

“Why do I not keep my word?” Mom stopped and looked at me with a smile.

“Just now on the stairs, you said you wouldn’t ignore me, but now you’re leaving me and leaving. Isn’t this not keeping your word?”

My mother raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips: “I didn’t say I didn’t care about you, I just let you stay here for a while, and I’ll pick you up after work.” A cunning gleam flashed in my mother’s eyes, and she turned around with her hands behind her back and prepared to leave. The more I looked at her, the more infuriating she became.

“Mom~” I plopped down on the ground.

However, I was no longer old enough to lie on the ground and act like a spoiled child, so this trick didn’t work on my mother at all. She didn’t even look at me and was about to disappear from my sight.

I got anxious and stood up, enduring the severe pain from my knees, and ran towards my mother, shouting, “If you don’t care about me, then I will follow you. Wherever you go, I will follow you. If you go to class, I will follow you to the classroom. If you go to the toilet, I will follow you to the toilet.”

I have to say that the rogue method still works. When my mother saw me following her, she didn’t move forward, but turned around and looked at me intently. I didn’t show any fear at all. I stiffened my neck, stared at my mother with my eyes wide open.

“Hehe...” Mom couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Looking at my stubborn look, she pinched my waist with one hand, poked my forehead with her index finger, and shook her head: “You, I really admire you.”

“Hehe.” I grinned, and shamelessly hugged my mother’s slender jade arm, grabbed my mother’s white and smooth hand and touched it twice.

Snap...

“Smelly boy, what are you touching!” Mom glared at me and slapped the back of my hand hard.

I didn’t care. I was so happy now that I wanted to hug my mother and kiss her.

I really didn’t expect that after fighting with others, not only did my mother not get angry, but my relationship with my mother went a step further and became more intimate. It really fits the saying, “Misfortunes are the foundation of blessings, and blessings are the foundation of misfortunes.”

“Mom, you haven’t called me ‘smelly boy’ for a long time.”

“How old are you? How can I still call you ‘smelly boy, smelly boy’ like before?”

“Hehe, no matter how old I am, I am still my mother’s ‘smelly boy’, right? Mom.” While saying this, I looked at my mother’s reaction, and at the same time, my hand was not honest and gently stroking the back of my mother’s hand. It was smooth and delicate, which really made me feel itchy. If this pair of flawless jade hands could hold my penis and stroke it twice, how comfortable and enjoyable it would be...