Chapter 8: I was caught masturbating by my mother

My mother was tired after a morning class, and my father didn’t come back for lunch, so lunch was simple, just a bowl of rice and two dishes, and it was over.

After returning home, it was the same as usual, changing shoes, washing hands, eating, and then taking a half-hour nap.

At the dining table, my mother sat quietly and ate rice in small bites. She didn’t take off her light gray suit, but she changed into cotton slippers. Her legs were still crossed, and her feet were suspended under the dining table, swinging from time to time.

However, after the experience in the morning, I didn’t dare to look at my mother blatantly. I could only bury my head in eating and pretend to be a good baby. My mother also ate quietly without saying a word.

But I was itching in my heart. My mother didn’t talk to me, and I always felt that she didn’t want to pay attention to me, and I always wanted to chat with my mother, just like yesterday afternoon, my mother was an ordinary mother, not that strict female teacher.

“Mom, do I need to bring the test paper back tonight?” I said while eating, trying to make conversation.

Without raising her head, my mother swallowed the rice in her mouth and parted her red lips: “No need, didn’t I correct it for you in class? Just look at it yourself.”

“Oh.” The topic was interrupted again, and I didn’t know what to say.

In front of my classmates, I am eloquent and eloquent, otherwise I wouldn’t have chased Jiang Yueyue, but in front of my mother, I feel like I’m just moaning without reason, talking nonsense, and I don’t have that kind of cleverness at all.

After finishing the meal quickly and saying hello to my mother, I went back to the bedroom.

I couldn’t fall asleep lying on the bed. Thinking of my mother’s beautiful feet swinging, my mouth was dry and I wanted to hold those beautiful feet in my arms and chew them.

After a while, I heard footsteps in the living room, and my heart immediately became excited. I pushed open the door and left the bedroom, and carefully went to the bathroom.

“Hey.”

Standing in the bathroom, I was disappointed. Apart from my father’s clothes and pants, there were my clothes and pants. There was no private clothes of my mother, but there was a white shirt.

I scratched my head and looked at the white shirt in my hand. I felt a little depressed. I couldn’t use my mother’s white shirt to masturbate. It was not only rough to the touch, but also a little scratchy.

I lowered my head and smelled my mother’s white shirt. The cock under my crotch became hard instantly, because this white shirt was so fragrant. Unlike the slightly sour smell of stockings, this white shirt was completely fragrant. The fragrance was mixed with the smell of my mother’s shower gel, just like holding my mother in my arms.

Grabbing the collar of the white shirt and stretching it in the air, my mind immediately emerged. My mother was wearing a white shirt, standing in front of me with her round and full breasts tightly wrapped. Her white hands reached under my crotch, holding my hard and hot cock, and rubbing it slowly. My cock was twitching in my mother’s hand, loosening and tightening, and the cock became harder and harder.

I was even a little bit crazy, completely immersed in my own fantasy dream, and I didn’t even notice my mother pushing the door and walking in.

“Gu Xiaonuan!!!” A cold roar directly frightened me so much that my legs went weak on the spot, and the penis under my crotch softened instantly. There was no desire in my mind anymore, and I just kept repeating one word.

It’s over.

This time it’s really over. The person and the evidence are caught, and I don’t even have the chance to quibble.

“Mom ... Mom.”

My voice trembled, stammered, and I didn’t even have the courage to continue.

Mom stood at the door, her cold eyes seemed to be spewing anger, her delicate body trembled slightly, her cheeks turned pale, and her teeth were clenched. I knew that my mother was extremely angry.

The next moment, my mind was still blank, and my mother’s slap had already landed on the back of my neck. The burning pain spread instantly, and then she slapped me hard again, yelling:

“I told you not to learn well!”

“I told you not to learn well!”

“What do you want to do with my shirt?! Huh?!” My mother was not satisfied with slapping me with her hands, and she kicked me hard on the butt. I stumbled and almost hit the wall of the bathroom. Despite this, I didn’t dare to support the wall. I put my hands on both sides of my legs, lowered my head and didn’t dare to breathe.

My mother was angry, and my explanation now was just covering up. It was likely that the more I explained, the worse it would be, which would only make her even angrier. It was okay to let her punch and kick me a few times, as long as she let out her anger.

Seeing that I didn’t say anything, my mother became even more impatient. She grabbed my ear and lifted my head up. She stared at me and asked me, “Speak up! What are you doing with my shirt?!”

“No ... I didn’t do anything.”

“No? Say it again?!”

“I really didn’t...”

Slap

I was stunned for a moment and didn’t react. As far as I can remember, my mother has never hit me in the face.

I raised my hand to cover my face and looked at my mother with a wronged face. I wanted to say that I really didn’t do anything, but my mother’s eyes that could eat people blocked all the words I wanted to say in my throat. In the end, I could only beg: “Mom, I have to go to school to meet people in the afternoon, please don’t hit my face?”

“You still know how to save face?! You really think I don’t know what you did with my clothes and pants? Huh?!” After my mother slapped me, she seemed to have calmed down a lot, but this matter must not be over yet. She grabbed my ear and dragged me out of the bathroom.

My ears were pulled so hard that they hurt, but I didn’t dare to ask my mother to let go. I could only stick to my mother tightly, leaning my head to her side, and walked out step by step. My mother didn’t seem to notice that my head was pressed tightly against her arm. Her refreshing fragrance filled my nose and was poured into my nasal cavity in big gulps.

Very fragrant~ Very good smell!

The smell of my mother is different from that of a girl like Jiang Yueyue. Jiang Yueyue gives people a fresh smell, which makes people want to hug her tightly and protect her; while the smell of my mother can arouse people’s animal desires, making people want to hold her in their arms and ravage her.

“Stand still!”

My mother let go of my ears and sat on the sofa, habitually lifting her legs, but her fierce face showed that she was very angry and angry now.

I was still missing the smell of my mother, and I was frightened by her harsh words and subconsciously stood up straight. Seeing the cold face of my mother, I immediately stood up obediently and lowered my head. Judging from the previous beating process, the more wronged I acted, the more helpless my mother was, and the more obedient she was, the more distressed she was. In the end, all the anger turned into deep helplessness. After all, I was her own child. It was impossible for her to throw me away, right?

Sure enough, when my mother saw that I was wronged and looked a little timid, her tone softened immediately and she sighed: “Xiao Nuan, no matter what you do now, your mother will not blame you. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame me. It’s me as a mother who didn’t manage you well, making you more and more naughty, so that you are now disrespectful.”

“Mom, I...”

“Shut up! Listen to me!” Mom glared at me and started to talk again.

“No matter how willful and naughty you were before, including what happened yesterday and today, I can forgive you for what happened, but!” As she spoke, my mother looked at me calmly with her beautiful eyes, squinted her eyes slightly, and said word by word: “If you dare to disobey me again, I will break your legs!”

The dangerous eyes and calm tone seemed to tell me that what my mother just said was true. Will she really break my legs?

When I thought about having to use crutches for the rest of my life and not even being able to walk down the stairs, I broke into a cold sweat. Would my mother really mean it?

“Mom, I ... but I’m your son.” I blurted out a few words intermittently, raised my hand to wipe the nervous sweat on my forehead, and my face was full of panic.

“Are you my son?” Mom stood up from the sofa, walked around the coffee table step by step to me, and squinted at me.

I raised half of my head, swallowed hard, and uttered a sound with difficulty in my throat: “Ah ... right?”

As soon as I finished speaking, my mother slapped me on the left cheek, neither lightly nor heavily, and asked angrily: “Am I your mother? Do you treat me as your mother? Ah?! Do you?!”