Chapter 4: The little witch’s trap

Although my mother forced me to study, my mind was full of my mother’s beautiful buttocks wrapped in pantyhose and my father shopping with that beautiful girl. I had no mind to study.

In the evening, when it was almost time for dinner, my sister had played enough outside and came home humming a little song. She was originally happy, but as soon as she entered the door, she was scolded by my mother. My sister was a little confused by the scolding. After the incident, she dragged me to the balcony and whispered to me why my mother was so angry.

I think my mother must be angry because of what happened in the morning. She didn’t vent her anger, but she had already beaten me up and couldn’t bring up the past. She suppressed it for an afternoon and finally vented it all on my sister. But I couldn’t tell her about this matter, so I could only pretend to be confused and said casually: “Who knows, it may be because of work. I have been pretending to be a grandson all day, and you ran into the gun. It’s your bad luck.”

My sister pouted, muttered something, and turned to go back to her room. I was annoyed about my dad’s affairs for a whole day, and I was worried that I couldn’t find anyone to discuss it with, so I pulled her back and told her what happened at lunch.

My sister’s first reaction after hearing it was to look at me in surprise: “What, you went to eat steak at noon, and you didn’t even call me?”

It’s true that no one knows a daughter better than her mother. Her reaction was exactly what my mother thought.

“Who told you to go out early in the morning? Mom must have contacted you. Who told you not to come back.”

“She asked me to eat, but she didn’t say we were going to eat Western food. Besides, it was obviously you who tricked me out. No, you have to compensate me for the steak.”

“It doesn’t matter. Didn’t you hear what I said just now? Dad was shopping with a girl who is not much different from your age. He was quite happy.”

My sister pulled her thoughts back, and after a moment of silence, she frowned and said, “No wonder he has been so mysterious recently. It turns out that he is secretly dating a little girl. Ah~!”

My sister suddenly screamed, which scared me. I asked her what happened. She said: “If mom knows about this, it will be a big problem.”

I rolled my eyes at her: “Nonsense, do you need to tell me this?”

My sister frowned and looked worried: “But the truth will come out sooner or later. Their relationship will break down, they will quarrel, fight, and finally get divorced.”

She suddenly raised her head and asked me seriously: “If they really want to divorce, who will you live with? Let me make it clear first, I must live with my mother. You are the eldest son of the Ling family and have the obligation to carry on the family line, so you will most likely be awarded to my father. If my father marries that little girl again, then you will have to call her mother.”

I looked at her with a smile: “What are you thinking about in your little head every day. This is still a far-fetched thing. What if that girl is just the daughter of my father’s friend? What if that girl is our distant relative? Think about it carefully. If my father really wants to have an extramarital affair, he must find someone with a different age. There aren’t many women, so why would he choose a high school girl? My dad is a little handsome, but he’s not handsome enough to charm a high school girl.”

“Maybe that girl is just after his money. Maybe she is being kept by my dad?”

“Although my dad is successful in his career and has a good salary, it takes a lot of money to keep a high school girl. Where does my dad have so much money?”

My sister looked at me sideways: “You said it as if you know a lot.”

“I guessed.”

Just then, my mother suddenly appeared behind us and asked suspiciously, “You guys What are you two doing here? What are you whispering to me? What can’t I hear?”

We were both startled, and I quickly stretched out my hand and shouted: “Pay back the money! I borrowed the money from you last month, pay it back quickly. Mom, Beibei is a deadbeat, he owes me money and doesn’t pay it back.”

My sister put her hands on her hips: “You are the deadbeat, when did I owe you money?”

My mother sighed: “You two are never done, you just know how to quarrel all day long. Come out to eat.”

We looked at each other and followed my mother to the dining table. I glanced and saw only three pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

Just as I was about to speak, my sister asked first: “Mom, where is my dad? He won’t come back for dinner?”

“Who knows where he went? He didn’t answer the phone and didn’t reply to the message.”

My sister and I looked at each other, didn’t say anything, sat down and ate obediently. After dinner, my mother cleaned the table herself and asked us to go back to our rooms to study. I was worried about something, my dad and that girl, Lu Yiyi, and my mom’s beautiful legs in stockings. My mind was in a mess, so I had no time to study.

My cell phone, computer, and comics were all taken away by my mom. I cleaned the house twice in the afternoon. Now I had nothing to do, so I rummaged through the desk drawer and found an old radio. Fortunately, it still had power, so I just lay on the table and listened to the radio.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, the door behind me was suddenly pushed open. I knew who came in without turning around. I was so scared that I sat up straight, but I didn’t turn off the radio in time.

Mom strode over, patted my head, reached out and snatched the radio from me, and said angrily: “Why is it so hard for you to study? Where did you get so many gadgets? How many things did you hide?”

“Gone, gone, all gone.”

“Really all gone?”

“If you don’t believe me, search.”

Mom stared at me for a moment, said: “Study hard.” Then she took the confiscated radio and left the room.

It should be possible to concentrate on studying now that all distractions are gone, but it still doesn’t work. I don’t know what happened. I felt my head swollen and my eyelids were fighting after sitting here and reading for a while. In the end, I just did nothing and took a nap on the table.

I didn’t know how long it had been in a daze, and suddenly I was hit on the head. I sat up instinctively, wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth, turned my head and looked, and saw Mom squatting with a cup of hot water, standing behind me with a gloomy face. I quickly pretended to lower my head to do the test paper, muttering:

“It’s so difficult, this question is so difficult to do.”

“Don’t pretend to be stupid with me.” Mom put the water cup in her hand on the desk and said angrily: “You are studying hard like this.”

“I am really studying hard. I overworked my brain and took a break. I just lay down and you came in.”

Mom said nothing and turned to leave the room. I was just thinking something was wrong when Mom came back with a chair in her hand and placed it next to me.

I asked hurriedly: “What do you mean?”

Mom sat down, crossed her arms, leaned on the back of the chair, her two slender legs crossed and raised, looked at me expressionlessly, and said coldly: “Watch you, so that you won’t be absent again.”

I was anxious: “You ... you are a bit too much, how can I study if you are still here.”

“You can’t study if I am here? Then when you go to the examination room, the invigilator will stand next to you, can you drive him out?”

It seems that my mother is determined to monitor me here, and I can only passively accept it helplessly. She sat next to me, let alone absent-mindedness and napping, even if I feel itchy and scratch, she will warn me, which is stricter than the self-study class in school.

I asked tentatively: “Mom, are you going to keep watching me like this in the future?”

“Where do I have so much free time? I am correcting you now. When you can concentrate on studying, I will retire.”

“Well, then you have to stay by my side for the rest of your life.” I muttered softly.

“What?”

“I say you are like Meng Mu who moved three times.”

“Stop talking nonsense and focus on studying.”

At this time, my mother’s phone “dinged” and a message came in. She picked up the phone to check. I lowered my head and pretended to study hard, but I couldn’t help but glanced at it from the corner of my eye. When my mother is at home, she will change her professional clothes and put on a loose knitted long shirt, which directly covers her hips like a dress. The stockings will be replaced with leggings. Although they are very similar to pantyhose, they are slightly thicker than stockings, and the light and transparency are slightly worse. Maybe it’s more comfortable. I haven’t worn it, and I don’t know what it feels like. Anyway, my mother will change it after she gets home.

Sometimes her hair is still tied up, and sometimes it will be let down and tied into a loose ponytail, which looks very casual.

Of course, this kind of home dress is not useless in my eyes. Although it is a little lacking in appearance, it has a more lazy temperament. Especially when my mother bends over to work, sticking out her plump round buttocks, I always can’t help but want to hug her from behind and ask, “Mom, do you need help?”

Today, my mother tied a low side ponytail and a bow. She wore a black and white striped knitted bat shirt on her upper body, skin-colored leggings on her lower body, and panda cotton slippers on her feet. The leggings are a bit like the flesh-colored leggings worn by female figure skaters. They feel a bit thick when you look at them up close, but when you look at them from a distance, they seem to be wearing nothing.

My mother looked down at her phone, with a smile on her lips, biting the nail of her right thumb subconsciously, looking a bit playful. The pen in my hand tapped the table lightly, a little absent-mindedly, and accidentally rolled the pen to the ground. I hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and when I stood up, I subconsciously reached out to support my mother’s thigh.

My mother looked up at me, and I pretended not to care and continued to write the test paper, but it was just that support that I couldn’t let go for a long time. Although the leggings don’t feel as good as stockings, this kind of unintentional touch makes people feel particularly stimulating. Now my attention is completely diverted, and I have no intention of reading.

Mom was still looking at her phone. After a while, I couldn’t help it. I hesitated for a moment, then deliberately rolled the pen to the ground and bent down to pick it up. This time I pressed directly on Mom’s thigh, making meaningless groans, as if I was struggling, searching back and forth on the ground.

It was a little dark under the desk, but I could still see Mom’s calves wrapped in flesh-colored leggings and her cute feet in panda cotton slippers. I really wanted to grab that slender and round ankle and squeeze it gently, but unfortunately I had no guts and could only think about it in my heart.

I pretended to be exhausted and picked up the pen. When I stood up, I deliberately increased my strength and took the opportunity to gently pinch Mom’s leg. I have to say that Mom’s beautiful legs are really fascinating. They look slender and long, but when you touch them, you can feel the soft flesh through the leggings. This flesh is different from the loose and fat flesh of middle-aged women. It is obvious that she usually exercises, and it is tight but not muscle hard. It feels really comfortable to touch.

Mom held her phone and looked up at me. I pretended to be embarrassed, smiled silly, and started to write the test paper. Mom didn’t say anything and continued to look down at her phone.

After five or six minutes, I started to feel itchy again, and accidentally, the pen rolled to the ground again. When I was about to put my hand on my mother’s thigh and bend down to pick it up, my mother slapped my hand aside and scolded: “You are sick, the pen keeps falling down.” Then she bent down to pick up the pen, slammed it heavily on the desk, and warned sternly: “If you drop the pen to the ground again, be careful that I will kick you. You are always making trouble.”

I don’t know if my mother has discovered my little thoughts, but I really don’t dare to play tricks anymore, and honestly lowered my head to write the test paper. But there were messages coming from my mother’s mobile phone, which made me a little upset. I couldn’t help knocking on the table and said: “Hey, mom, you disturbed my study. If you want to play with your mobile phone, please go to the living room, okay?”

Mom was a little embarrassed and got up and left the room. I thought she had left, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but she came back and sat down and said, “Mom is wrong. I put the phone in the living room, you can study hard.”

I didn’t expect my mother to be so persistent, and I really had no choice but to study hard under her supervision.

Just when I was about to finish the test paper, the room suddenly went dark and the power went out. Every time the power went out in the classroom, everyone started slamming the table and smashing the benches, howling and screaming like serfs who had been liberated. Because of the habit I developed in school, when the power went out at home, I couldn’t help but yell, “The power went out~!”

Immediately, my sister’s voice came from the other side: “I know~!”

Then I was hit on the head, and my mother scolded me: “It’s a power outage, so what are you screaming about.”

I don’t know how she could hit so accurately in the dark, as if she had aimed in advance. I rubbed my head, stood up and said, “Mom, don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

“It’s dangerous when you’re here. My phone is on the sofa, go get it for me.”

“Yes, sir. Wait here.”

Due to the instant power outage, my eyes have not yet adapted, and the room is dark. I instinctively reached forward and groped, and my right hand touched my mother’s body. Although there was a sweater between us, I could still feel the plump and soft flesh, like a big white steamed bun just out of the oven. I was sure that it was my mother’s breast, but I still pinched it subconsciously. It was big, round, and elastic.

“Where are you touching!” Mom yelled and slapped my arm aside.

I quickly apologized: “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“If you did it on purpose, I’ll chop your hand off.” Mom scolded, and after a moment of silence, she said: “Go quickly, what are you doing?”

I hurriedly groped around my mother and went to the living room to get my phone. Mom said that I should go, but she followed me out. In the darkness, I secretly smelled my palm without my mother’s knowledge. In a trance, I seemed to smell a milky fragrance. My head was dizzy, and I decided not to wash my hands for the rest of my life. Just as I walked out of the bedroom door, my sister came out with her mobile phone. She took a photo for me, took my mother’s mobile phone, and found a flashlight by the way.

But just as I handed the mobile phone to my mother and was discussing the cause, the house called again. At the same time, the door was unlocked, and my father came back.

“Did the power go out just now?” Dad asked while changing his shoes.

“Where have you been all day? You didn’t stay at home for a day off, and you’re back now.” Mom asked back in a bad mood.

“That ... my colleague’s child had something wrong, and I went to help.” Dad’s words were a little hesitant.

My sister and I looked at each other.

Mom continued to ask: “What’s going on? You’re busy all day.” When dad walked by her, she sniffed and asked: “Have you been drinking?” Dad said: “My colleague’s child is also in high school and will soon take the college entrance examination. Xiaodong is also going to take the college entrance examination this year. I went to discuss it with him and drank two glasses in the evening.” Mom sneered: “You don’t care about your own children, but you still care about other people’s children. You just deliberately go out to avoid idleness. Your son is almost going to heaven, do you know that?” Dad looked back at me: “What’s wrong with you? Did you make your mother angry?” “No, I’m very good and have been studying at home.” I pretended to be innocent. Mom glared at me and the couple went back to the house together. I whispered to my sister, “I think it was a misunderstanding. Luckily I didn’t tell mom.”

My sister squinted at me, “It’s you who did it.”

“You were the one who was suspicious first, and made me nervous.” I recalled the scene at noon and said, “That girl is pretty. I wonder whose daughter she is. I can ask dad to introduce her to me later.”

“Dead pervert, little pervert.” My sister rolled her eyes at me and turned to walk towards the bedroom. I chased after her and protested, “Hey, you can say I’m a pervert or a pervert, but you can’t say I’m a dead pervert or a little pervert. How am I small?” As a result, my sister blocked me out of the door.

School started on Monday. I was going to apologize to Yiyi, but she kept avoiding me, saying that she was scolded by her mother and had to stay away from me before the college entrance examination. I knew that the two mothers had joined hands to break up the couple, and I had no choice. I coaxed and persuaded them, and finally saved this relationship. It was just that it went from above ground to underground. As for going to bed, don’t even think about it.

But I am a young man with a lot of energy after all. I have opened my mind and have tasted the sweetness of sex. Who can resist a girl who doesn’t even allow me to hold hands and kiss her, let alone go to bed? I can bear it for a day or two, but I can’t stand it for a long time. My mind is full of that kind of things. When I see my Chinese teacher nicknamed the old witch, I have to YY in my mind.

What’s more terrible is that I find myself paying more and more attention to my mother. What she wears today, whether her makeup is good, every time I see her wearing stockings, there will be an unknown desire in my body, rising from my ribs. I can’t hold it back anymore, and I will take the risk of stealing my mother’s stockings and putting them on my dick to masturbate.

The most terrible thing is that one night I actually had a dream. In the dream, my mother wrapped my dick with her sexy little mouth, sucking and sucking, and licking the glans with the tip of her tongue from time to time, which made me ejaculate wildly.

As a result, when I woke up the next day, I actually had a wet dream, which made my pajamas sticky. I didn’t dare to tell my mother, so I could only hide it secretly.

I was a little scared when this happened. In the past, I would occasionally take advantage of my mother and eat her tofu, but I knew she was my mother and I was just having sex. Recently, I realized that I was increasingly treating her as a woman, a sexy, mature and beautiful woman. I even fantasized about having sex with my mother in every corner of the house.

I know this is crazy and wrong, but the more I suppress it, the stronger my desire is. In order to relieve this desire, I often secretly take advantage of my mother. While enjoying this excitement, I feel extremely guilty. Playing is playing, she is still my beloved mother after all.

As for the suspected cheating of my father, I thought about it carefully afterwards and felt that it was unlikely. My father is such an honest person, he doesn’t have any tricks, and he is afraid of his wife. How could he have an affair? And the other party is a high school girl, which is simply too far-fetched.

I was fighting the college entrance exam and my desires at the same time, and I spent a month in a daze. One afternoon after school, I walked out of the school gate with a few friends. I accidentally saw a beautiful girl standing not far away. She was not short, but she gave people a petite feeling, probably because of her small face.