Strategies for Mother
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Chapter 54: Stamp Opportunity
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 54: Stamp Opportunity - My mother obviously didn't expect me to do such a bold thing. Her eyes widened instantly and she stared at me in surprise. My upper body was almost sticking to my mother's body. I pressed my penis with my right hand and pressed it hard on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, venting my desire happily. After a long time, I felt a sense of emptiness. My mother pushed me away, then quickly pulled out a tissue, frowned, and wiped the semen on her legs in stockings with a look of disgust. After t
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
I suddenly rolled out of bed, took out a bottle of glue, and then found a few of the least valuable stamps. I leaned in front of the desk lamp and carefully brushed the glue on the back. I have heard of this technique before, but I have never tried it. It is a bit difficult to do it. I squeezed some glue on the back of the stamp, spread it evenly with my fingers, and finally put it on the window to let it dry naturally.
After finishing, I took a new stamp with glue on the back and compared it. The result was really terrible. There was no change at all, no luster. I tried it again, this time applying the glue as evenly as possible, and finally there was some change. But compared with the round and smooth feeling of the new stamp, it can only be described as a mess. After all, people can’t compare with machines.
I was a little discouraged. I used to look down on the fake mouse eyes to deceive people, but this is really a technical job, not everyone can do it. I read a lot of information on my mobile phone, sent messages to ticket friends to ask, combined with the existing information, and improved it bit by bit. After countless experiments, I found some tricks. I replaced the glue with paste, diluted it with water and stirred it evenly. Then I used a brush to gently apply it on the back of the stamp and put it under the table lamp. Then I baked it with the temperature emitted by the light bulb. Finally, I put the stamp on the coffee table and gently rolled it with a round cup with a uniform surface.
When everything was done, I took a new stamp for comparison. The color was round and the effect was much better. After repeated experiments, I finally achieved the point of being almost real at dawn.
I was so excited that I didn’t feel sleepy at all. I rushed out impatiently and pushed open my mother’s bedroom door excitedly. My mother happened to be changing clothes and hadn’t put on her bra yet. A large piece of snowy and soft breasts was exposed in front of me.
Seeing this beautiful scenery, I couldn’t help but be stunned. My mother glared, quickly covered her naked breasts with her hands, grabbed the pillow with one hand, and threw it at me fiercely. I took it hard, apologized repeatedly, and retreated. Thinking about the scene just now, I felt itchy in my heart. I really still miss my mother and can’t let it go.
My mother thought I did it on purpose. After coming out, she glared at me fiercely.
I quickly explained: “Mom, don’t be angry. I didn’t mean it. Listen to me, I thought of a way to help Uncle Hong sell these stamps at the original price.”
My mother looked at me puzzledly: “Is there a way? What is the way?”
I handed the finished stamps to my mother to see as if I was asking for credit. My mother knew nothing about stamps and couldn’t tell the difference. After I explained it to her excitedly, my mother seemed to understand a little, frowned slightly, and asked: “You mean ... want to cheat people?”
I quickly explained: “This is not called cheating. Playing with stamps is the same as playing with antiques. It depends on your eyesight. If you make a mistake, you can only blame yourself for not being able to do it. I have received a lot of fake stamps before.”
From my mother’s reaction, it seems that I don’t agree with my approach. I analyzed this matter carefully with her, and then explained it to her, and then explained to her how pregnant the rat eye was, and how pitiful Uncle Hong was. Finally, my mother was finally moved, and hesitantly asked me what to do.
I roughly told her the plan I had thought of.
After a day of preparation, my mother and I went to the stamp market the next morning. It was also a blessing from God. The weather was gray today, and the sun was almost invisible. I pointed to the stall of the rat eye to my mother, and then handed her the stamp album. In order to confuse the audience, I also contributed my stamp album.
My mother followed my instructions, took the stamp album in a conspicuous place, and deliberately walked around the market to attract attention. It was the first time for my mother to come here, and she felt a little novel, and she couldn’t help looking left and right. She was beautiful, and she wore a beige long windbreaker, high-heeled boots, and big frog glasses. She was extremely arrogant and cold, and she couldn’t help but attract the attention of people around her.
After a round, my mother stopped in front of Mouse Eyes’ stall, frowned slightly, and looked down. Mouse Eyes immediately came forward with a smile and asked attentively: “Hey, beautiful lady, are you buying or selling?” My mother looked up at him, gently touched the stamp album, and said coldly: “Sell.” Mouse Eyes rubbed his hands, squinted his eyes, looked wretched, and asked with a smile: “Then ... can you let me take a look?” My mother pretended to hesitate for a moment and handed over the stamp album. Because my mother was too conspicuous, many stall owners around came over, curious to see the goods in her hands. Mouse Eyes waved his hand and rebuked: “Go away! Go back to your stall, what are you doing?” Then he opened the stamp album behind his back, and after flipping through it, he was surprised. “Monkey stamps!” There was an exclamation from the crowd, and many people came to surround the stall. Mouse Eyes was afraid that others would steal his business, so he cursed and chased people out, then asked with a smile: “Where did you get this stamp ... from?”
Mom crossed her arms and said coldly: “Why do you care where I got it? Why are you talking so much nonsense? Are you going to take it or not?”
“I’ll take it! I’ll definitely take it.” Mouse Eyes was very humble in front of Mom’s cold temperament, nodding constantly, but still continued to inquire: “This ... I just want to ask, your stamp is worth a lot, it’s better to ask clearly.”
Mom glanced at him: “Do you think I stole it?”
“No, no, no!” Mouse Eyes waved his hands quickly.
Mom pretended to hesitate for a moment and said: “I won it by playing mahjong.”
“Oh~!” Mouse Eyes was relieved.
Originally, the idea I gave to Mom was the relic of the old man in the family. I don’t know why Mom changed her words temporarily and thought of an excuse. But this statement is still more convincing and more consistent with Mom’s identity.
Mouse Eyes nodded, picked up the stamps with tweezers, and carefully examined them one by one. I stood by, feeling a little nervous, afraid that he would see something, and my palms were sweating. On the other hand, my mother was very calm. After all, she had been through a lot of things. She knew that she was holding a fake stamp, but she was still calm, with her pretty face slightly raised, not looking at people directly, and always maintaining a high-handed attitude.
It should be impossible for Mouse Eyes not to see it with his eyesight. It is probably because Mom’s aura is too strong, and there are so many people around, so she can’t help but feel a little impatient. Just in case, I also greeted a familiar stall owner Lao Bai in advance, and asked him to keep drumming beside him to interfere with Mouse Eyes’ judgment. In addition, due to the weather, the vision was not very good. After the last operation, he really didn’t see any clues.
But Mouse Eyes had been working in this business for many years and was used to being cautious. After checking it once, he was still a little worried. He turned on the fluorescent light on the stall and prepared to look at it again under the light. My heart, which had just been relieved, was hanging again. When I was thinking of a solution, my mother showed an impatient look and said coldly: “You have been looking at it for a long time and you are not having fun again? If you don’t want to, take it over and I will find another buyer.” The stall owners around immediately responded. Mouse Eyes was already a little nervous and excited. He was even more annoyed by the people around him. How could he calm down to identify stamps? I stood aside and watched him staring at the monkey stamp in his hand. I was very nervous. These short tens of seconds seemed as long and unbearable as days, years and centuries. At this moment, the most feared thing was that his face would change drastically and he would shout that the stamp had been washed. Fortunately, this did not happen. Mouse Eyes looked at it for a while, put the stamp back into the stamp album, and then took out other stamps and started to identify them. After the final look, Mouse Eyes said, “Let’s talk inside.”
Mom was unmoved and said coldly, “Let’s talk here. If you want to buy, give me a good price. I have something else to do here.”
“Okay, okay, okay!” Fearing that Mom would not sell it in anger, Mouse Eyes hesitated for a moment and said, “130,000, one cut.”
Before Mom said anything, Old White shouted, “Wow! You are really cruel.”
Mouse Eyes was not popular to begin with, and seeing that he had taken such a big advantage, everyone around him followed suit. Mouse Eyes’ face turned red, and finally gritted his teeth and said, “One price, 150,000.”
This price is already acceptable. I was about to signal to Mom, but Mom had already said coldly, “Deal.”
After the transaction was completed, Mom decisively left the market, and I followed closely. As for what happened to Mouse Eyes afterwards, that is not within our consideration.
Sitting in the passenger seat, I secretly looked at my mother and couldn’t help but admire: “Mom, you are really good, your acting skills are first-class. When you stand there, the aura ... tsk tsk tsk~!”
Mom held the steering wheel and glanced at me: “You are beautiful, aren’t you?”
I scratched my head and smiled innocently: “I feel very happy to be able to help my mother.”
After a while, my mother said expressionlessly: “Don’t play such tricks in the future.”
“Isn’t it good? Didn’t Uncle Hong also get cheated? We are helping others.” I touched my chin, pondered for a while, and continued: “But think about it carefully, we can make so much money at once. Then we collect some water tickets, refurbish them, and resell them. Won’t we make a fortune?”
Mom snorted disdainfully: “I think you are about to go on the road of crime.”
I laughed: “That’s what I said. I know, I am still a student, and I have to focus on studying.”
“Just know.”
Mom concentrated on driving and stopped talking to me.
Since that night, my mother and I have rarely been alone together. Thanks to Uncle Hong, we have worked closely together and found some of the old feelings. I looked at my mother quietly. Her outfit today was a little different from before. In order to match her temperament, she wore a black leather skirt and painted a heavy makeup with flaming red lips on her face. She also wore a pair of black high-heeled boots, and flesh-colored pantyhose between the boot opening and the hem of the skirt. Compared with the absolute domain of high school girls, it was another taste.
I have never seen my mother dressed like this. Not only is it not tacky, but it is also a bit more wild and aggressive. It is really different from the outstanding working woman in the past. If my mother wore this dress, I pressed her on the back seat and half-pushed and half-pushed with me ... I don’t know what it would feel like.
Just when I was thinking about it, my mother turned her head and looked at me. Because of my guilty conscience, I turned my head to the side in panic.
When Uncle Hong learned that we sold at the new ticket price, he was very happy and said that he would give us 50,000 yuan as a reward. I really wanted it, but my mother clearly refused.
After several refusals, Uncle Hong no longer insisted and thanked him profusely. He immediately booked a table for dinner at Tangchao Hotel to show his gratitude. My mother accepted it happily and even changed into an evening dress to attend the dinner.
During the dinner, Uncle Hong curiously asked about the whole thing. With my mother’s permission, I told her the details. Uncle Hong gave me a thumbs up and praised me for my promising youth. He also kept toasting me, which made me a little embarrassed.
For some reason, my mother not only did not stop him, but also intentionally or unintentionally encouraged Uncle Hong to pour me wine. I was a little thoughtful. I wanted to drink with my mother when I drank. Maybe she noticed my idea. Getting me drunk was the easiest and most convenient way.
We had a lot of fun together, but Beibei was the only one who was unhappy. Such a fun and exciting thing, but I didn’t say hello to her. The little girl has been sulking with me and my mother since the afternoon.
At the end of dinner, I was still quite sober. Uncle Hong wanted to find someone to drive us home, but my mother declined. After we parted, I got on a taxi. The breeze blew and I felt a little dizzy. I leaned on Beibei, but she pushed me aside with a look of disgust.
After getting off the car, I pretended to be shaky and unstable. My mother asked Beibei to help me upstairs, but Beibei was still angry and pushed me to my mother. This was exactly what I wanted. I leaned against my mother, mumbling in my mouth, and was helped into the elevator by my mother.
My mother wore a black dress that was long to her knees and black high heels; her hair was tied up high, and she wore a pearl necklace on her white and slender neck. Sleeveless and open-neck style, shoulders exposed, white and round; round and firm breasts propped up the fluffy fabric, and a large piece of snowy and greasy breast flesh piled up at the deep V neckline.
I haven’t vented for more than a month, and my heart is itchy. Add to that the stimulation of alcohol, and I feel dizzy. My eyes are staring at the plump and greasy cleavage, my arms are tightly around her slender waist, greedily smelling the perfume on her body, feeling the temperature of her body, and the whole person seems to be melting.
Mom felt my eyes, stretched out her hand and pinched my waist hard, and warned me with her eyes. I relied on Beibei being around, and Mom would not resist too obviously, so I rubbed against her hard. Mom’s face was tense, looking a little angry and a little helpless.