Chapter 15: Mom’s warning

Maybe because of what happened in the elevator last time, Mom deliberately kept a distance from me. She put her hand holding the vegetables between us and glanced at me from time to time. But the space in the elevator was so small that Mom’s behavior was a bit deliberate. It seemed like she was deliberately guarding against me.

Although I was dissatisfied, I didn’t say anything. I just felt more irritated. When I thought about the wedding photos I saw in Mom’s bedroom in the morning, Mom and Dad were so close and happy. In comparison, I felt a little pitiful.

I even had a strange idea in my mind. If I could replace Dad...

It’s treasonous! I warned myself fiercely in my heart.

I didn’t dare to think about it anymore. I quickly shook off the stupid thoughts in my mind and made myself more sober. He was my biological father who raised me. How could I think like that? I was full of guilt and didn’t dare to look at Mom. The elevator stopped and I didn’t hear Mom calling me.

I got out of the elevator in a daze, looking listless, which made my mother suspicious. She frowned and asked me, “What’s wrong with you? Is your leg uncomfortable?”

I reacted: “Ah? No ... no”

“If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital again”

“I’m fine, Mom”

“I’m really fine”

I nodded quickly: “I’m really fine”

My mother was still worried and pulled up my trouser legs to take a look. She found that the swelling had subsided a lot, so she was relieved.

My mother took the key and opened the door while saying, “I won’t go to school in the afternoon. I will come home to tutor you.”

“Ah”

I immediately got anxious when I heard it. How could this be possible? If my mother stayed at home with me, wouldn’t it be inconvenient for me to do anything? Not to mention stealing my mother’s stockings and underwear to masturbate, I guess I would tremble three times when I go to the toilet.

Although I was anxious, I still pretended to be calm and said with a smile: “Mom, don’t worry about me, don’t worry, I can do it by myself, if you don’t believe me, just watch.”

As I said that, I jumped into the house on one foot, then landed on one foot, stretched out my arms, and stood unsteadily, but my face looked like I could do it, which looked more and more funny.

Mom turned her head and looked at me. Seeing my standing posture, she almost laughed out loud. Mom tried to hold back her laughter and stretched out her hand to gently push me. I immediately couldn’t stand steadily and put my feet down. I supported the wall with my right hand and looked at my mother with a face full of resentment.

My mother chuckled, but then she felt that it was not in line with her identity as a teacher, and immediately changed her serious expression: “I am not worried about your inconvenience, I am afraid that you will run out again in the afternoon”

“Ah? You ... How can you be like this?”

I looked at my mother with a face full of grievance: “It turns out that you are not worried about me at all, but worried about my studies”

My mother glanced at me, raised her eyebrows, as if to say: Well, you are right, snorted proudly

and turned to go home.

I sighed and followed him in. It seemed that there was no chance this afternoon. Mom was at home. I couldn’t even get into her bedroom, let alone steal her stockings...

After putting the dishes in the refrigerator, Mom walked into the bedroom in slippers. The bedroom door was locked from the inside. I sat on the sofa in the living room with an uneasy look on my face, looking into Mom’s bedroom from time to time. More than half an hour ago, I was still masturbating in Mom’s bedroom with her stockings, imagining how to fuck Mom, but now I was nervous and restless.

“Ka”

Mom opened the door and walked out of the bedroom. My eyes lit up immediately, and I swallowed my saliva with a gurgle in my throat.

When my mother came back, she was still wearing a black suit, with black stockings wrapped around her legs, revealing the temptation of uniforms everywhere. Now she has changed into a light white home swallowtail skirt, the hem of which just covers the knees a little bit above, a section of green and white slender calves exposed, a pair of exquisite bare feet stepping on cotton slippers, revealing ten white and delicate toes, which makes me feel itchy. If my mother can use that beautiful foot to massage my penis, it will be so exciting.

I was watching a little obsessed, and was awakened by my mother’s stern rebuke: “Go to the bedroom to do homework”

Maybe my mother noticed that I was staring at her bare feet just now, and her toes shrank back uncomfortably.

“The bedroom is too stuffy, I’ll go to the living room to do it”

I lowered my head and whispered.

“Don’t make me repeat it a second time”

When I heard this, my mother was obviously angry, so I immediately got up and went back to the bedroom. But, is my mother angry because I saw her bare feet, or is she angry because she found me in her bedroom?

Sitting in front of the computer desk in the bedroom, I kept recalling the changes in my relationship with my mother in recent days. Compared with the past, it has obviously improved a lot. At least I dare to joke with my mother occasionally. Of course, I have the courage to joke when my mother is in a good mood. But every time I am not honest, my mother will return to her serious teacher face.

“Oh, headache”

I sighed and lay on the bed. I couldn’t think of a way to get close to my mother. After all, every time I didn’t wait for me to do it, just a wrong look in my eyes, my mother would scold me, and maybe even beat me up, which made me have the desire but not the courage.

“How to improve the relationship with my mother and get closer”

I took out my phone and searched Baidu, but I didn’t find a useful answer. They all talked about communicating with heart and improving with actions. Instead, another question and answer on the search page caught my attention: “I had sex with my son, how should I face him?”

When I saw this title, my penis even got hard with excitement. Is it true that mothers and sons have sex in this society? If this content is true, does it mean that it is possible for me and my mother to have sex? I was so excited that my fingers trembled and clicked in.

“I had sex with my son. How can I face him? I am a single mother. When I was young, I was ignorant and got pregnant before marriage. After that, I moved to the city and lived with my son for more than ten years. Because of the child, I did not remarry. Now my son is 185 years old and has that need. He often hugs me and touches my body when sleeping. I just pretend that I have no reaction, but my body ... Finally, my son suddenly kissed me and said, “Mom, I only like you!” I couldn’t control myself and had sex with my son. After that, we have maintained this relationship. I really can’t figure out the relationship with my son! What should I do? I can’t extricate myself.”

I read it carefully word by word, and my excitement burned again, as if the son mentioned in it was me and the questioner was my mother, which made my heart beat excitedly and my face flushed.

Although I don’t know whether this content is true or false, after all, most of the Internet is poisonous chicken soup and fake articles to attract popularity, but I would rather believe that what she said is true, because I am a living case here. Like the boy in the article, I have thoughts about my mother that I shouldn’t have.

The only difference is that the boy in the article has no father in a single-parent family and has lived with his mother for a long time, which has developed different feelings. He did something against human ethics to his mother, and his mother did not reject him because she lacked sex for a long time and pitied her only son.

I have more desire for my mother, which is the physical desire generated from physiology. I look forward to and desire the forbidden love with my mother. I yearn for the kind of stimulating and inhumane fucking, which makes me excited every time I think of it.

But if you say that there is only desire but no love for my mother, that is not right. Desire comes from love, from the mother-child relationship between my mother and me. The love between this relationship extends and develops, which makes my love for my mother degenerate, but this degenerate love is still love, but two different kinds of love ferment together.

From the mother’s perspective, the difference is even greater. One is unmarried and pregnant when she just became an adult, and then never married again, pulling a child alone, and lacking sex for a long time.

As for my mother, firstly, she is a teacher, conservative and a role model. She is influenced by culture. It is impossible and not allowed for her to have an illicit taboo relationship with her son. If this immoral and condemned relationship really happens, I am not sure what irrational things my mother will do.