Chapter 32: Father’s Housework

My mother went to the bathroom for more than ten minutes. I sat on the sofa and kept tapping my toes, anxious. The feeling of waiting was really uncomfortable. I was afraid that my mother would change her mind and hide in her room.

Fortunately, this did not happen. Although it was a bit painful, my mother still came back. She sat down carefully beside me, her eyes were erratic, and she was unwilling to look at me.

Because of nervousness, my palms were full of sweat, sticky and wet, and I couldn’t help but rub them together.

My mother whispered: “Why rub your hands?”

“Ah ... I don’t rub them.” I quickly separated my hands and rubbed them on my clothes awkwardly.

My mother’s words just now were also said subconsciously. As soon as she said it, her cheeks were dyed red. She subconsciously reached out to put her messy hair behind her ears and coughed lightly.

I squinted my eyes and secretly looked at my mother. Her slender body was tense, her face turned to the side, her hair was tied up, revealing her snow-white neck, and her crystal-clear skin was red. Although she was pretending to be calm, her hands were on her thighs, rubbing her fingers. These unconscious little movements had exposed her inner panic.

I suddenly felt that my mother’s behavior was a little cute. Looking down, I saw her black silk legs under the gray skirt, smooth and round, with a delicate soft light. The black pantyhose was thin and translucent, setting off her thigh skin, making it even whiter and tenderer.

I just felt dry mouth and my heartbeat accelerated rapidly. After hesitating for a long time, I carefully stretched out my right hand and gently placed it on my mother’s left thigh. My mother trembled violently as if she was electrocuted, but she immediately straightened up and pretended to be calm.

I put my palm on my mother’s black silk legs, enjoying the cool and silky touch. I didn’t dare to use force. My palm was numb and half of my body was a little stiff.

After a stalemate, I gently pinched my mother’s black silk legs with my hands. The muscles on my mother’s thighs seemed to be throbbing like spasms. The reaction was very strong, and her breathing became rapid. She should be as nervous as me now.

The penis in the crotch has been erected. Although it is still not very hard, it is enough to make the pants bulge.

I really want to put my hand into my pants and give it a good rub, but I dare not be too rash. I looked at my mother’s blushing and charming side face, calmed my mind, and began to slide my stiff palm gently on my mother’s black silk legs.

The thin black silk pantyhose, tightly attached to the slender and well-proportioned jade legs, looked particularly crystal clear under the light, shining with a delicate luster. It’s not that I haven’t touched my mother’s beautiful legs in stockings before, whether intentionally or unintentionally, I’ve never been so excited as now, after all, it was my mother who asked me to do it.

My mother’s thighs are plump but not bloated; her calves are slender and strong, and her calves are fleshy, which looks particularly cute. Although my mother is nearly 40 years old, her skin is still white and smooth, and her flesh is soft and tender, but the feeling through the stockings is more exciting and exciting than touching the skin directly.

I feel my body getting hotter and hotter, and it’s a little difficult to breathe. My right hand moves up along the black silk legs, testing my mother’s bottom line little by little. When I wanted to put my hand into her skirt, my mother suddenly grabbed my wrist, threw it aside, coughed lightly, and said calmly: “Okay, let’s do it.”

I was naturally extremely reluctant, but I knew very well that if I wanted to enjoy the welfare benefits for a long time, I couldn’t rush it. I moved my hands and body to the side, spread out my right palm, and gently clenched it in the air, recalling the touch of my mother’s black silk legs in my mind.

The living room was dead silent, and the atmosphere was particularly awkward. I was thinking in my mind whether I should say something to liven up the atmosphere and not let my mother have such a big psychological burden.

But before I could speak, my mother whispered: “On Sunday, your father asked you and Beibei to go over and get together.”

“Oh.” Because I was thinking about other things, my mind didn’t turn around for a while, and I could only nod stupidly.

“Are you going?” Mom asked with her head down.

I don’t really want to see An Nuo and her daughter, but I can’t stay away from my father’s house for the rest of my life. After thinking for a while, I asked back: “Mom, do you agree that we go to my dad’s place?”

“He is your dad after all. You don’t need to ask for my opinion when you go to your dad’s house.”

I said with a smile: “But you are our guardian after all. You have to ask for your consent for everything you do.”

Mom glanced at me and laughed at herself: “I am still your guardian! When you do those bold things, do you ask for my consent?”

I knew that I couldn’t talk any more, otherwise the topic would be dead. Now I need to leave some time for my mother to be alone. I tactfully used the excuse of reviewing and walked back to the house.

I don’t know what my mother thinks, or whether she regrets it. Anyway, my only thought now is how to make this treatment continue. If my mother can let me touch her beautiful legs in stockings for the rest of my life, or give me some other benefits, such as hugging her waist and kissing her mouth, even if I can’t get an erection for the rest of my life, it’s ... not worth it.

The next morning, I got up early, bought breakfast after a morning run, and returned home. My mother had just finished washing up. Maybe it was because of what happened yesterday. During dinner, my mother kept holding her phone and watching the news. I had a lot of things to say to my mother, but I didn’t open my mouth until the end.

During the day at school, I kept thinking about what happened last night. To be honest, my mother’s behavior was really beyond my expectations. With her character, she must have been under great psychological pressure to make such a decision. I was very conflicted. I wanted to enjoy the benefits given by my mother, but I felt very sorry for her.

After thinking about it, I realized that I would not disappoint my mother if I studied hard, made progress every day, and took the college entrance examination with all my strength to get into a good university.

On the way home from school in the afternoon, I kept imagining whether my mother would wear a uniform and stockings and busy herself in the kitchen for me. But it was obvious that I thought too much. When I got home, I found that my mother was still wearing loose home clothes, and I felt a little disappointed.

Although I just enjoyed my mother’s welfare treatment yesterday, in less than a day, I began to imagine my mother’s black silk legs in my mind. There is definitely no hope today, but I really want to know when I can get benefits again. If you give me a clear date, I will have something to look forward to. Otherwise, I will be really anxious.

During dinner, I was a little restless. Mom seemed to notice that I was different and looked at me. I held it in my heart for a long time, and finally said hesitantly: “Mom, I want to discuss something with you.”

My mother immediately stared at me vigilantly: “What is it?”

“That ... that ... right...”

I hesitated for a long time, and my mother frowned and asked: “What is it? Just say it.”

I sorted out my words and said seriously: “That ... As the saying goes, a country has its own laws, and a family has its own rules. There is no order without rules. Our class teacher often teaches us that if we do things without certain rules and regulations, it is easy to be messy. It can be said that ... that, rules are an important guarantee for standardization and order. Precision must be strict...”

My mother interrupted me impatiently and said: “What do you want to say? Can you pick out the key points?

I giggled and said: “I thought about it carefully last night. The treatment of the disease must be carried out according to the course of treatment. A course of treatment for a few days, a course of treatment for several times, and a few days apart. I think there must be a clear timetable.”