Chapter 17: Mother’s Majesty

After leaving home, I limped out of the community, but I didn’t know where to go. Where could I go?

Facing the scorching sun in summer, I walked aimlessly on the street, full of regret in my heart. This time, my mother must hate me.

It was different from the past. The previous times I stole my mother’s clothes to masturbate. I was in adolescence and was full of curiosity about sex. My mother could barely understand. After finding out, she mainly educated me. But this time was different. I ejaculated on her face in front of my mother. I was caught in the act. It can be said that I have crossed my mother’s bottom line and really offended her.

Although I don’t know how my mother will deal with me this time, I can realize the seriousness of this matter. My mother must be furious as never before. Despite this, my heart is full of panic, but I still hope that my mother can call me to go home. After all, escaping can’t solve the problem.

I just wandered on the street for more than half an hour, and I didn’t receive a call from my mother. Logically speaking, I have been out for so long, and my mother should have discovered that I was not at home a long time ago, right? But she hasn’t contacted me yet, which only means that my mother doesn’t want to see me now.

I couldn’t help but sigh. In the morning, my mother came home happily, carrying my favorite dishes in her hands. Although she said that she was worried that I wouldn’t study, she was actually worried about my inconvenience. I could see at a glance that my mother loved me very much, but I failed her.

However, when I thought of my mother’s frosty face that kept people away from her, but was filled with milky white semen by my penis, it was like an angel falling to the earth, a pearl covered in dust, a face that made my soul tremble, and my heart was like being bitten by thousands of ants. I couldn’t calm down for a long time and couldn’t control myself.

If I were given another chance to start over, maybe, I would...

“Alas”

There were not many people on the street. It was the hottest time of the day at noon. At this point, I guess everyone was taking a comfortable nap at home with the air conditioner on, but I was like a walking corpse with a lost soul, wandering around the street with no destination in mind. My short-sleeved shirt was already soaked with sweat, and my face was covered with sweat beads.

I took out my cell phone to check if there were any missed calls, and accidentally brought out a card. I looked at it and then I remembered that it was a membership card of a bookstore I had opened before. The address of the bookstore was not far away, just in front of me. I was worried that I had nowhere to go, so this was the right time...

After entering the bookstore, I found a book and sat down. I was very excited and wanted to turn my attention to the book, but I couldn’t read it. I kept thinking about the scene of me standing in front of my mother’s face with my penis erect, staring into her eyes, and shooting all my semen on her face. Just thinking about it made my penis hard, but the picture suddenly turned into my mother looking at me in anger, slapping me hard on the face, and cursing at me like a beast. I immediately panicked again.

In this way, I was in a daze until more than seven o’clock in the afternoon, and my cell phone suddenly rang. I was refreshed and quickly took out my cell phone to see, but it was not my mother who called, but my father. I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed and picked up the phone.

“Hello, Dad”

“Where are you? It’s already late and you haven’t come back yet”

“I’m at my classmate’s house. His mother invited me to dinner. I don’t plan to go back for dinner”

“Come back quickly. Your mother has prepared everything”

When I heard this, I was delighted and asked excitedly, “Is there a portion for me? Really?”

My father was a little confused and asked back in a daze, “What? Is there a portion for you? Come back quickly for dinner”

“Hey, I’ll be back now”

After hanging up the phone, I shouted “Oh Yeah” and jumped up excitedly. I even forgot that I had an injury on my knee. I almost fell to the ground out of joy.

But the pain in my body was far less than the joy in my heart. I didn’t expect that my mother would have a portion for me when she made dinner. Does this mean that my mother is not so angry anymore? When I thought that my mother could forgive me, I was immediately excited and walked out of the bookstore.

My excitement frightened the bookstore manager. Those who didn’t know me thought I had won a lottery of 5 million. What they didn’t know was that I was happier than winning 5 million...

I walked briskly all the way, completely forgetting that my knee was injured. When I arrived at my home, I knocked on the door gently and waited at the door anxiously.

After a while, the door was opened. I saw that it was my father who came to open the door. Where was my mother? I poked my head into the living room and looked at it. Unexpectedly, my father was dissatisfied. “What are you looking at? You are sneaking around.”

“Nothing, nothing.”

I said angrily.

Suddenly, my father whispered again: “Did you make your mother angry?”

I was stunned for a moment and quickly pretended to know nothing: “No.”

“Then why did she have a cold face when I came back?”

My father was a little confused and muttered to himself.

“Really?”

I responded with a guilty conscience, but I didn’t dare to tell my father that it was your son who ejaculated on her face...

After putting on slippers, I went back to the bedroom to change clothes. I was sweaty and afraid that sitting at the dining table would cause my mother’s dissatisfaction. I changed into clean clothes and came out of the bedroom. I saw my mother sitting on the sofa, holding a spoon in her hand and serving soup to my father.

I came to the dining table anxiously and secretly glanced at my mother’s face. I saw that my mother’s face was calm and there was no joy or anger.

“Mom”

I lowered my head and whispered.

My mother put down the spoon in her hand as if she didn’t hear it. She didn’t even look at me and took a sip of soup from the bowl.

I stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to stand or sit. When I was at a loss, my father spoke beside me, “Hurry up and sit down to eat.”

I was about to sit down when I heard it, but when I saw my mother’s cold face, my body froze immediately, and I timidly whispered: “Mom”

My mother still didn’t look at me straight, and her face didn’t react at all.

“Hurry up and sit down”

My father whispered, his eyes still paying attention to my mother’s face. Obviously, not only I was afraid, but even my father was scared, because my mother was too calm, strangely quiet, like a silent lake. If you speak too loudly by accident, it may set off a huge wave.

I tried to sit on the stool, slowly moved my butt to the edge of the stool, and then looked at my mother’s face. She was still indifferent. I hesitated for a moment, carefully sat on the stool, and then silently served myself soup, picked up a bun, lowered my head and ate it in small bites, because eating with big mouthfuls would make noises.

The living room was terribly quiet, except for the slight sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl, there was no movement at all.

My mother was silent when eating, always maintaining her image as a teacher, extremely ladylike. She had taught me not to make smacking sounds when eating, but I couldn’t change it. Over time, my mother let it go, but this time, I controlled my mouth and didn’t dare to make any sound.

Looking at the plate of fried potato shreds in front of my mother, I was very greedy, but unfortunately I didn’t have the courage to stretch out my chopsticks. Just like that, I ate two buns without taste, drank a bowl of soup, and was about to get out and go back to the bedroom.

Suddenly, my mother put down her chopsticks, looked up and said, “I plan to let my son go to school to board next semester.”

When I heard this, I was stunned. Is my mother planning to isolate me from school? Mom won’t be so cruel, right? Dad looked at my mother in confusion and said hesitantly, “Why do you want him to live in school?”