Chapter 6: Caught stealing stockings

Since I had a “heart-to-heart” with my mother in bed, our relationship has become a little subtle.

Of course I know what my mother is thinking, but the feeling of an elder trying hard to make friends with you is really weird and awkward. I would rather my mother slap me and kick me, and then yell, Ling Xiaodong, you deserve a beating!

A week later, it was the midterm exam for the first half of the third year of high school. Maybe I had too many things to do recently, so I didn’t do very well in the exam. I actually dropped from the top ten in the class to the eighteenth place.

Before dinner, my mother sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the report card in her hand. She didn’t say anything for a long time. Frost gradually climbed onto her beautiful face. Finally, she slapped the table hard and shouted loudly for the first time in a long time: “Ling Xiaodong, you study so hard!”

I pouted and frowned, and said aggrievedly: “I have been very serious and hard-working.”

“Then why did your grades drop so much?” Mom asked sternly.

“Maybe, others work harder.”

“You also know that others work harder.” Mom slammed the table and said, “It’s already the third year of high school, everyone is sprinting, sailing against the current, if you don’t move forward, you will fall behind. Do you understand this truth, son!”

“I understand, but ... I’m also anxious.” I really don’t know how to explain it to her.

Mom looked back at Dad who was playing with his phone, and she was so angry that she shouted, “Your son is burnt, and you are still playing!” Dad quickly put away his phone, pretended to take the results, and muttered, “Show it to me. Oh, the test is not very good, I have to work hard next time.” I quickly replied, “Try hard, I will definitely work hard.” Mom snatched the report card back, her chest heaving with anger, and gritted her teeth and said, “You two, father and son, are singing the same tune, which really makes me angry to death.” Dad said, “Oh, it’s just that you didn’t do well in the test once, you can do better next time. Why are you so angry every day? Anger is harmful to your health.” I quickly moved to Mom’s side, gently stroked her back with my hand, and repeated, “Anger is harmful to your health.” Mom glanced at me. Dad asked, “What time is it? Is the meal ready, wife?”

I immediately said, “Yes, what time is it? Is the meal ready, wife?”

Mom slapped me on the back of my head, slammed the report card on the coffee table, stood up and said, “You will piss me off to death sooner or later.”

After dinner, I went back to the bedroom and started doing the test paper. After a while, Mom pushed the door open and walked in, sitting down next to me. I knew what she was here for, and before she could speak, I raised my hand and said, “Mom, don’t worry, I will learn from my mistakes and work hard to do well in the exam next time.”

My mother did not respond to my statement, and said expressionlessly, “Let’s not talk about the next time, let’s talk about this time first. What is the reason for your poor grades? I just contacted your head teacher, and she said that you are always dazed in class and can’t concentrate. What’s going on?”

I frowned, scratched my head, and muttered, “I can’t explain it clearly, anyway, I feel a little dizzy.”

“Are you sick?” Mom stretched out her hand and tested my forehead: “It’s not hot.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not sick.”

“Then can you tell me honestly why you can’t concentrate? Is it because I scolded you a few days ago and you are upset? Or Is it ... or something? “I waved my hand:” It has nothing to do with you. You can train me 366 times a year. You have to train more about it when you meet the leap year. The point is, what is the reason? ““ What the hell is? “I murmured, and then shook my head with a dignified expression,” I’m not very clear, maybe the pressure is too strong. “ “Mother” Mom shot the table and left the room angrily. I leaned on the back of the chair and thought about it. I have been thinking about my mother for no reason recently, thinking about her joys and sorrows, thinking about her smiles and frowns, and even thinking about how she beat me and scolded me.

This situation has only happened once since I was a child, that is, during the period after I had sex with Lu Yiyi, for some reason, I always wanted to stick with her.

I felt something vaguely, and was a little scared. I even went to the Internet cafe to search for information about mother complex, and compared it with my situation one by one, but I still couldn’t get the correct answer. I kept comforting myself in my heart that I was only obsessed with my mother’s sexy body as a woman, not my mother herself.

I wanted to get rid of distractions and concentrate on studying, but I just couldn’t concentrate. The psychological troubles even made me forget my physical needs for a while. I wanted to talk to someone, but I couldn’t find a suitable person. I thought of seeing a psychologist, but finally gave up. After all, even I felt that this kind of thing was a bit perverted, how could I have the nerve to talk to someone.

The next day after dinner, my mother went to the kitchen to stew something, and I went back to the bedroom to bury my head in review. After about an hour, my mother came in carefully with a bowl in both hands. I took a look and saw a layer of oil floating on the black soup. The meaty aroma was mixed with the smell of Chinese medicine. I couldn’t help frowning: “What is this?”

My mother said mysteriously: “Ginseng and black chicken nourishing soup, this is the secret recipe I learned from other parents.”

I suddenly realized: “Ah, you have been busy in the kitchen just now, this is what you are busy with.”

“What is this thing? There are ginseng, black chicken, wolfberry, sesame, red dates, and walnuts in it. They are all used to refresh the mind and help you concentrate.” My mother brought the bowl to me and warned: “Come on, drink carefully, it’s a little hot.”

“Mom, do you still believe in this? This is all superstition.”

“What do you mean by superstition? This is a recipe passed down by mothers of college entrance examination candidates from generation to generation. It is very effective. You drink it first.”

“I just had a full meal and can’t drink it.” I frowned and resisted instinctively.

“Drink it.” Mom ordered.

I had no choice but to take the bowl, hesitated for a long time, and finally pinched my nose, gulped down, and drank it all in one breath. Except for being a little greasy, the taste was not bad.

“Okay.”

Mom glanced at the bottom of the bowl, nodded, and said, “Study hard.” Then she got up and left the room.

I thought Mom was just on a whim, but I didn’t expect that she would stew ginseng and black chicken soup for me every day in the next few days. Don’t say it, this soup really has some effect. It makes my blood surge and my spirit excited. Let alone concentrate on studying, the sexual desire that I had been deliberately suppressing a few days ago has come up again. Now my mind is full of yellow thoughts, how can I have the mind to study.

Now I can’t study anymore, I need to vent now. Lu Yiyi is naturally the most suitable candidate, but it’s a pity that the little girl has been mentally hit since the last accident. She is indifferent to my teasing. I said a lot of sweet words, but the result is that she is unmoved and unresponsive, and I have no idea where to start.

There was no hope of getting into bed, so it seemed that I could only solve it myself. But my mother had taken away my cell phone, computer, and even adult magazines. Although I could make do with my imagination alone, it was just too boring. After thinking about it, I still felt the most comfortable when I put my mother’s stockings on my penis. Unfortunately, the last pair of my mother’s original stockings that I treasured had been used up some time ago.

Strangely enough, since that day, my mother’s stockings disappeared again. Not only could I not find the ones she took off, but even the ones she washed disappeared. I don’t know where she took them. Maybe she also felt that it was not reliable for her son to use the stockings, so she gave up.

After school, I found that my parents had not come back yet, and the feeling of being anxious came back. I was like a drug addict, wandering back and forth in front of my parents’ bedroom door. I kept telling myself in my heart that since I had promised my mother, I must keep my promise, hold back, hold back, and never commit the same mistake again.

At this moment, there was a sound of the door lock turning. I shuddered and hurriedly pretended to be calm and sat on the sofa.

“Are you back?” Mom greeted while changing her shoes.

When I looked at my mother, I was startled. She had long hair that she usually wore behind her head, but she not only let it down, but also curled it into a big wave with a 3:7 split. The long hair on her forehead was slightly fluffy, like bangs, with very soft undulating lines, covering half of her face, and hanging behind her body; the hair was slightly messy at the end, adding a bit of laziness and casualness. Coupled with the seductive phoenix eyes and sexy red lips, the charming and mature femininity was fully displayed.

Because my mother’s upper body was slightly bent forward, her perky buttocks made the black narrow skirt round and tight, like a plump and juicy peach. The slender legs were wearing black glass stockings, which were light and transparent; the black pointed high-heeled shoes were taken off, and the cute little feet were wrapped in black stockings. The toes of the stockings were a little transparent, and the bright red nail polish was faintly visible.

My mother used to have a bun, straight hair or short hair. This big wave was the first time I saw it. It was too sexy. My eyes were a little straight, and the penis in my crotch instantly hardened. Maybe my mother felt my burning gaze, looked back, and saw that I was dazed, and asked in confusion: “What’s wrong?”

I pretended to be calm, supported my chin with my hand, and laughed: “I thought someone’s beauty went to the wrong door, but it turned out that my dear mother changed her hairstyle.”

“You are so funny.” Mom smiled and spat softly, then stood up straight, put one hand on her waist, posed, and asked with a smile: “How is it, does the new hairstyle look good?”

“It looks good.” I raised two thumbs and praised: “Guan Zhi Lin and Lin Chiling are not as pretty as you.”

“You are the only one who talks sweetly.” Mom smiled and winked at me: “There will be a reward later.”

“What reward?”

“I bought the lamb chops you like to eat.”

“Lamb chops?”

“Why, don’t you want to eat?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to eat, but I’m a little angry.”

“It doesn’t matter if you eat this meal, drink some fire-reducing tea after eating.”

I just felt hot all over, my heart was beating non-stop, and my penis was hard like iron. In order to prevent my mother from finding out, I clamped my legs tightly and pretended that nothing happened.

Until my mother turned around and went into the house, I jumped up suddenly, clenched my fists, and beat hard on the sofa, trying to relieve the excitement. Finally, I simply ran to the bathroom and washed my head with cold water facing the water pipe.

“Are you sick? Wash your hair with cold water?” I heard my mother’s scream outside the door. She quickly walked behind me and pulled me up.

My hair was wet, I was breathing heavily, and I looked at my mother with a distracted look. She had taken off her uniform stockings and changed into loose home clothes, but her long wavy hair was too charming and sexy. I felt that I could not hold on any longer, so I quickly put my head under the water pipe and rushed.

“Hey, you kid!”

My mother hurriedly pulled me up again, staring at me blankly: “What are you doing? Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?”

“I...” I looked at her blankly, not knowing how to explain for a while.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you stimulated by something?” My mother asked with concern.