Chapter 24: Erotic Dream

Morning light shone through the thin window screen into the room, and slanted on my mother’s body, as if she was covered with a layer of golden gauze.

Just as I was stunned, my mother murmured in her sleep, turned over, and lay on the bed with her back to me. I saw her back was white and smooth like jade; her arms were slender and white, her shoulders were round; her body lines were undulating, like a meat gourd; her skin was smooth and tight, her buttocks were round and perky under the sheets, her legs were crossed, and she had a pair of plump, fragrant and smooth jade feet. The instep was white and delicate, not revealing at all, making people want to hold them in their palms, gently caress and knead them, and play with them at will.

I was already very angry when I got up in the morning, and my erect penis was like an iron rod. Seeing this beautiful scenery, I felt even more strange all over, my lower abdomen was hot and unbearable, and my heart was beating wildly.

No! You can’t look at it, don’t look at it if it’s indecent!

I quickly closed my eyes and even stopped breathing.

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, and there was a faint fragrance of orchids. When I inhaled it into my nose, it made me even more angry.

After holding it in for a long time, I couldn’t help but open my eyes a little and secretly glanced at my mother lying on the ground. After hesitating for a moment, I reached out and grabbed the sheets piled at my waist, gently pulling them up until they covered my snow-white neck. Even though I was very careful, my fingertips still touched the milky smooth skin, and my body felt numb as if I was electrocuted.

“Hmm~!”

My mother muttered again, as if she was about to wake up.

If I met the other person in this situation, it would not only be difficult to explain, but also very embarrassing. I held my breath, quickly turned over and got out of bed, stepped on my slippers, and ran out of the bedroom like a fugitive. But as soon as I left the room, I ran into Beibei who had just come out of the bathroom. She rubbed her eyes, looked at me dazedly, frowned and asked, “What are you doing? You are so flustered, as if you have seen a ghost.”

I was afraid that she would look into the room, afraid that she would see my mother sleeping in the bed, so I quickly closed the door and said casually, “What’s it to you?”

Beibei bared her teeth at me, but accidentally saw the small tent bulging between my legs. Her little face couldn’t help but blush. She snorted and turned back to the room pretending nothing happened.

I went to the bathroom with my legs tucked together, took off my pants, and took out my hard cock to drain the accumulated urine. But it was really difficult to urinate in an erect state, and I couldn’t help but think of the picture of my mother lying drunk on the bed. Especially when I thought that I actually slept with my mother in the same bed for a night, I felt hot all over, and my heart was inexplicably throbbing. The veins on my hard cock burst and kept curling up.

I reached out and grasped my penis, stroking it twice, wanting to vent my rising desire, but I was very resistant in my heart, always feeling that doing so was a blasphemy to my mother and a betrayal to her. After struggling for a long time, I finally urinated, hastily pulled up my pants, and left the bathroom.

On weekdays, my mother would get up to make breakfast, but she was hungover today and didn’t get up until almost eight o’clock, so I had to go downstairs to buy some ready-made breakfast. After setting the table, I couldn’t wake my mother up, so I could only wake Beibei up to eat first.

When I opened the room, the air conditioner hummed and the cool air hit me. I saw her wearing light pink pajamas, using her hands and feet, rolling on the bed with the quilt in her arms, and her sleeping posture was extremely indecent. I went over and knocked on her forehead, and she made a “woo~” sound, like a cat mumbling in her sleep. Not only did she not wake up, but she hugged the quilt tighter.

“Get up, get up.” I knocked on her forehead again.

Beibei opened her eyes, looked at me hazily, and complained impatiently: “What are you doing? I’m sleeping soundly.”

“Get up, the food will get cold soon.”

“It’s okay if it’s cold~! Get out. Hate~!” Beibei turned over and covered herself with the quilt. She just likes it this way, turning the air conditioner to a very low temperature, and then sleeping with the quilt covered.

“Didn’t you say you were going to go out with your classmates later?” I pulled her hair and said, “Get up quickly, you’re going to be late.”

Beibei sighed, sat up impatiently, frowned, and complained: “It’s hard to get a holiday, but you’re like an old mother every day, aren’t you annoying.” Then she turned over and got out of bed, deliberately bumped into me, and went out to wash up.

I don’t know why, since my parents divorced, I became the only man in the family, and a sense of responsibility came naturally, always wanting to take care of something. Especially when I saw Beibei laughing and joking, I couldn’t help but think of my past self and always wanted to nag her.

After Beibei finished washing up, she came out of the bathroom. At this time, my bedroom door happened to open, and my mother came out with messy hair and a look of discomfort. The mother and daughter bumped into each other and were stunned at the same time. After a long time, Beibei asked in confusion: “Mom, why did you ... come out of this room? Did you sleep in your brother’s room last night?”

She hesitated, but the meaning was very clear. Mom rubbed her temples pretending to be calm and said, “I just went in to get something.” After that, she walked around Beibei and went to the bathroom. When she passed by me, she glanced at me sideways, her expression was a little embarrassed, she opened her mouth, and was stunned for a long time. In the end, she said nothing and walked away.

I guess my mother has guessed what happened. She was drunk and came in by herself, and it can’t be blamed on me. However, will she think that I took advantage of her when she was drunk? After all, I have a criminal record.

During breakfast, my mother lowered her head, didn’t say a word, and tried not to look at me. She must have felt that this matter was rather embarrassing. Since she didn’t ask, I naturally couldn’t explain it, which seemed a bit embarrassing.

“Mom, I’m going out to play with my friends this morning.” Beibei suddenly broke the silence.

“Go.” Mom replied with a calm expression.

“Give me some money.” Beibei smiled innocently.

Mom glanced at her: “Didn’t I just give you pocket money? What did you do with all your money?”

“Today I went to my dad’s place. He was lonely and miserable. As a daughter, I must buy him something to show my filial piety to him.”

Mom said in a deep voice: “He has a daughter to accompany him.”

Beibei was unhappy: “That was a tattered coat I picked up outside. I am my dad’s intimate little cotton-padded jacket.”

“Don’t say that in front of your dad.” Mom warned.

Beibei said unconvincedly: “She has harmed our family like this, why can’t we say anything about her? I’ll say it!”

Mom said with a calm face: “You can’t blame her entirely.”

“Mom, she has harmed you like this, why are you still speaking for her?” Beibei was a little anxious.

“I’m not speaking for her. Your dad and I...” Mom hesitated and sighed: “Forget it, I can’t explain it to you.”

“You always say this, why did you and my dad divorce?”

I was afraid that my mother would think of something unhappy again, so I knocked on her bowl with chopsticks and scolded her: “Don’t talk when you eat or sleep, don’t you know?”

Beibei glanced at me and snorted: “Old mother.”

After breakfast, my mother went back to the room, changed into a black vertical striped suit, flesh-colored pantyhose, and high heels, and hurried to work. She even reminded me to come back early tomorrow when she left, and there was no other communication. Maybe my mother felt a little embarrassed.

In the morning, Beibei made an appointment with her classmates to go out and play together, while I went to the tutoring class with my schoolbag on my back. We each had lunch separately, and in the evening we went to our father’s place.

This was the agreement between my parents when they divorced. Every week, we both had to go there for a day, and at least have a meal there.