Chapter 31: Massaging Mother’s Feet

Walking out of the bedroom, the living room was pitch black. It seemed that my mother had already gone to bed. I went to the bathroom with a nervous mood. When I saw the black pantyhose in the laundry basket, I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that what I thought was right. This was indeed what my mother deliberately put there for me to steal.

I stared at the black pantyhose for a long time, tremblingly stretched out my right hand, carefully picked it up, put it in the palm of my hand, and gently rubbed it. I felt that it was delicate and smooth, and I felt very comfortable. This was a benefit that my mother had specially left for me. It was different from the feeling of stealing it in the past.

I grabbed the pantyhose, flashed back to the bedroom, prepared toilet paper, and then lay on the bed, and couldn’t wait to take off my pants. Because of my excitement, my cock had already responded, and it was in a semi-erect state, jumping up and down. I haven’t felt this way for a long time.

I stroked the black pantyhose in my hand, making a rustling sound, and imagined my mother’s sexy and charming black stockings in my mind. After a while, I put the pantyhose in front of my nose and sniffed it hard. Although it had been taken off for a long time, the smell of my mother’s body still remained on it. The feeling was really hard to extricate myself.

I held my mother’s black silk original pantyhose in my left hand and smelled it from beginning to end. My right hand reached between my legs, held the half-soft penis, and began to gently stroke it, hoping to use external force to make it fully erect. At the same time, my mother’s figure kept flashing in my mind, her plump breasts, slender waist, slender and well-proportioned black silk legs, sexy high-heeled beautiful feet, everything about my mother was so fascinating.

My body became more and more hot, and my brain was hot, but the penis between my legs could not fully erect. I was a little anxious, and the speed of stroking became faster and faster, and the hardness did not increase. Instead, the urge to ejaculate came first.

Fear and anxiety came again, and I was extremely anxious. I simply put my penis closest to my mother’s original pantyhose and sucked it hard. The intense pleasure rushed to my brain, and my back felt numb. I tried my best to endure it, but the thick white semen had already shot out from the horse’s eye and sprayed on the toilet paper. The penis jumped twice and quickly softened, as if laughing at my uselessness.

The room was dead silent, and the sense of emptiness gradually came. After more than a minute of stalemate, I took my mother’s original pantyhose off my face and lay on the bed, feeling extremely frustrated. This time, I didn’t even have time to wrap the stockings around my cock, and I had already ejaculated. This was too fast.

I don’t know if it was because I was too disappointed and I was used to it. I numbly wrapped the toilet paper stained with semen into a ball and threw it on the ground, then folded the black original pantyhose neatly and stuffed it under the pillow. This is a benefit my mother gave me, and I want to keep it well.

I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

Since the quarrel with my mother that morning, we have never run together in the morning, but because we are used to it, we still get up very early.

After washing up, I came to the living room. My mother had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for me at the dining table. I opened my mouth to say hello, but suddenly I remembered what happened last night. I felt a little embarrassed and sat down silently.

My mother said nothing and lowered her head to drink porridge. I guess she has noticed that the pantyhose in the laundry basket is missing, and she knows that I took it away without thinking. Although my mother looks calm, if you observe carefully, her eyes are a little erratic, even a little panic, as if she is deliberately avoiding me.

I wanted to say something to break the awkward atmosphere, but before I could think about it, my mother had finished breakfast and hurried back to the house. I don’t know why my mother suddenly gave me such a big benefit, but it must have been a long ideological struggle.

If it weren’t for this embarrassing disease, my mother would never give me the original stockings she had just taken off. Thinking of this, it was a blessing in disguise. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

Although my mother’s original stockings did not cure my erectile dysfunction, the pressure in my heart was indeed relieved a lot, because I can now be sure that my mother still cares about me.

After school in the afternoon, I went home and put down my schoolbag. I couldn’t wait to go to the bathroom. Seeing that the laundry basket was empty, my excitement instantly fell.

Why is it gone? Could it be that my mother regretted it?

After hesitating for a long time, I walked to the kitchen door and saw my mother with her hair tied up, an apron tied around her waist, busy, and didn’t seem to notice me. Thinking of the awkward atmosphere at breakfast, if it is not broken, the embarrassment will continue. So first of all, we must start with basic language communication.

I thought about it, walked over quietly, and greeted her loudly. My mother was startled, turned around and glared at me, scolding: “What are you doing? You are walking without any sound.”

I couldn’t help laughing. This is the effect I want, not to give my mother time to think.

When my mother saw my smirk, she was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ignored me. At this time, you must not retreat, and you must give full play to the spirit of being shameless.

“Mom, you take a rest for a while, let me do it.” I stood beside my mother and reached out to grab the kitchen knife in her hand.

“No need! You should go out quickly. If you don’t go back to the room to review, why are you making trouble here.” Mom stretched out her hand to push me, but she was afraid that the sharp kitchen knife would hurt me, and finally I half-heartedly took it away.

“Mom, it’s my turn to cook today, you go out and wait.”

My mother didn’t seem to want to argue with me, and after hesitating for a moment, she went out.

I don’t know if I really feel sorry for my mother, or if it’s because she gave me benefits, so I want to give her something in return. Anyway, I made this meal very seriously, and used all the skills I learned from my father.

When the food was served, I watched my mother taste a small bite, and couldn’t wait to ask: “How is it? How does it taste?”

My mother still sneered and teased: “I think you really don’t plan to go to college.”

“Huh?” I didn’t understand what my mother meant for a while.

My mother rolled her eyes at me: “What’s the point of cooking so deliciously?”

I thought of my father, and said with a smile: “You can catch a big beauty like my mother.”

My mother’s face changed and glared at me. I hurriedly slapped my mouth with my hand and ate obediently.

The room fell into silence again. I wanted to express my gratitude to my mother, but I always felt that nothing I said was appropriate, and it was too absurd. Instead, it was my mother who asked first: “Have you studied hard these two days?”

I nodded quickly: “Yes, I study very hard.”

“Mom ... I hope you are well.”

“I understand.”

“Mom still hopes that you can take the college entrance examination seriously. This is a crucial node in your life.”

“I know. But...” I scratched my head: “I always feel that you take the college entrance examination results too seriously.”

Mom looked at me, pondered for a long time, and sighed: “Mom cares about your college entrance examination results, not the results themselves. Mom doesn’t care whether you can be admitted to Tsinghua University. Mom cares about you. Don’t you understand?”

“I understand, I understand!” I nodded desperately.