Chapter 9: Peeping at my mother’s vagina

After being “ravaged” by An Nuo’s pure white cotton socks, my desire was temporarily vented.

This crazy girl’s series of extraordinary behaviors made me more and more curious. I didn’t rush to leave. While she was busy doing her homework, I strolled around the house.

The house looked a bit like a residential building from the 1990s. The living room was cramped, the bedroom was large, the wall was yellowed, and it had not been decorated. The furniture and electrical appliances were all available, but they were full of the characteristics of the era. After wandering around for a while, I saw a family photo next to the TV in the living room. There were two elderly people sitting in the front row. The old lady was holding a little girl of seven or eight years old in her arms. An Nuo’s shadow could be seen between her eyebrows; in the back row stood two middle-aged men and women and a teenager. The younger couple should be her parents.

An Nuo’s mother is very beautiful, and she looks 70% similar to her; her father wears gold-rimmed glasses and looks gentle, but the father and daughter are not very similar in terms of face shape or facial features. I picked up the photo and looked at it carefully, because she said that her father and my father were in the same unit, and I might have seen him before.

I looked at it for a while, but I didn’t have any impression at all, but suddenly I realized that when I saw my father and An Nuo shopping, didn’t my father say that he went to her house to discuss the college entrance examination with her parents? Why did she say that her parents seemed to have passed away.

If what she said was true, then my father must have lied. There must be something strange about my father being so secretive. Could it be that he was really her client? Wow, if that’s the case, wouldn’t my father and I have prostitution with the same girl?

I don’t know why, but I actually felt a strong sense of jealousy in my heart.

Just as I was lost in thought, An Nuo came out of the room. She had put on her shoes, but she was barefoot and had no socks. I thought she must have cleaned up. It must be very uncomfortable to step on a thick sperm in her shoes.

I quickly put the photo down, pretended to be fine, laughed dryly, and said something else: “Have you finished your homework?”

The little witch ignored me and opened the door directly, then turned around and looked at me, as if to ask me to leave. I asked knowingly: “What do you mean?”

“Are you going to stay here overnight?”

In fact, I didn’t want to leave. Although she stepped out with her cotton socks, I still felt a little unsatisfied. But seeing her like this, she didn’t mean to continue playing, so there was no need to make trouble for herself.

I picked up my schoolbag and walked out of the door. I couldn’t help but turn back and ask: “Do you live here alone?”

An Nuo blinked her big eyes and looked at me, but didn’t answer.

I said goodbye and prepared to leave, but after taking two steps, I turned back again and grinned: “Didn’t you say last time that you wanted to sleep with me? When?”

The little witch smiled slightly: “I was kidding you, you took it seriously.”

“No, you...” I was anxious: “Why don’t you keep your word?”

“I never said I kept my word.”

Well, I met someone who is thicker-skinned than me.

I took two steps, hesitated for a moment, turned around three times, and stammered: “Then ... then you name a price.” I knew that doing this was very unfair to Lu Yiyi, but I felt like I was under a spell and had an unreasonable impulse towards her.

“The price is too high, you can’t afford it.” An Nuo said lightly.

“How do you know I can’t afford it? Tell me how much it is first.”

“It has nothing to do with money.”

“What does it have to do with?”

“Feelings.”

“Feelings?”

“If you want to sleep with me, you have to be my boyfriend.” She leaned against the door frame and looked at me with a smile.

I was startled and couldn’t help laughing: “Are you kidding? What kind of feelings do we have? Let’s talk about money.”

She always speaks in a vague way, with no logic at all, and it’s impossible to tell which one is true and which one is false. Maybe she really likes me and is pursuing me in an alternative way?

To be honest, I like her a little bit. Who doesn’t like a cute little girl like a doll?

But her mysterious behavior logic is really creepy.

“If you want to sleep with me, you must be prepared to be responsible for me, otherwise forget it.” The little witch looked down at her toes. Although her voice was very light, her tone was very firm, and she didn’t seem to be joking.

“What tricks are you playing?” I smiled bitterly, “Stop playing with me, okay?”

She put her hands behind her back, leaned against the door, raised her head, and smiled, “Okay, I won’t play with you. But I haven’t thought of the conditions yet, you can owe it first, and I’ll talk about it when I think of it.”

“Let’s talk about the money directly. If you don’t make the conditions clear, I won’t be sure.”

With a “bang”, she slammed the door shut before I finished speaking. I was stunned for a while, smiled bitterly and went home.

In the next half month, the little witch didn’t bother me again, and with the heavy study tasks, I gradually forgot about her. Mom still often teases Dad, but it can be seen that their relationship has obviously eased a lot. In order to reassure Dad, Mom even changed her permed big waves back and still wore her hair in a bun when she went to work on weekdays.

But I always feel that Dad is not really jealous of Mom. Even I know that Mom can’t cheat. They have known each other for so many years, how can they not understand each other. Maybe my father’s anger is just a manifestation of his frustration and helplessness in middle age.

Anyway, all the middle-aged office men in their unit are like this. Compared with my mother’s beautiful and high-spirited appearance, they are just wasting their time. My father is still good, at least he hasn’t started to lose his hair. Several colleagues of similar age are already half bald.

That night, my father and mother both had social events, my sister didn’t come back from school, and I was the only one at home.

I ate something casually, and while no one was at home, I was going to play games to relax, but I received a text message from my mother, which contained a detailed address and asked me to pick her up there at 9:30.

My mother is usually busy with social events, and she can be considered a veteran. It’s just that she occasionally feels unwell, and she uses me as a tool to escape, and it’s not the first time. There is no way, wait until the time is almost up, change clothes and leave home to go to the destination, Qiangui KTV.

When I got to the door, I called my mother according to what I taught me. After she picked up the phone, she asked me where I was, and when I said I was, she asked me to come up.

When I entered the private room, a young couple was hugging each other and singing “Love Until Death”, and there were about ten other people sitting around the table, throwing dice and drinking beer. When my mother saw me coming in, she hurriedly stood up. Maybe she drank too much, and she stood up too fast, and she almost fell down. A man next to her reached out to help her. My mother thanked him, pushed him away, and waved at me.

I hurried over to hold her arm, and the man stood up and said with a smile: “You left so early.”

“There’s something going on at home, so I have to go first. You guys can have fun slowly.” My mother’s voice was a little vague, and it seemed that she had drunk a lot, so it was no wonder that she wanted me to save the situation.

“What’s the matter? Let’s talk about it later.”

“Of course it’s a big deal. My son is so anxious that he came to find me.” As my mother said this, she picked up her bag and walked out of the rest area.

Only then did I notice that the man who was talking was my mother’s old classmate, that damn Mr. Chen. The other middle-aged man sitting on the sofa also looked familiar, and seemed to be my mother’s boss, Mr. Li.

After my mother exchanged pleasantries with everyone, she held my arm and walked out. As soon as she left the box, she seemed to be falling apart. Half of her body leaned on my shoulder, and she walked unsteadily, as if she was stepping on cotton.

“Son ... why did you come just now? I...” My mother took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and said, “If you had come a little later, I would have been drunk by them.”

My mother was wearing a gray and bright gray professional suit with a narrow skirt, black velvet pantyhose, and black patent leather pointed stiletto high heels. She was very sexy. The unique fragrance on her body, smoked by alcohol, came to my face. In addition, her face was very close to me, and the burning breath when she spoke rushed to the roots of my ears, making me itchy. The taboo desire that was suppressed in my heart gradually rose.

I slapped my cheeks twice with my hands, and then pretended to be calm and said, “Isn’t this according to the time you gave me? I came on time?” After a pause, I asked, “Mom, aren’t you known for your huge capacity for drinking? How much did you drink? You can’t even walk steadily.” “I signed a big order today, and the boss ... is treating us. Uh...” Mom burped, retched, and almost vomited. I hurriedly said, “Hey, hey, hey, don’t vomit, don’t vomit first. If you vomit here, I will have to apologize to people.” Mom reached out and patted the back of my head. I lowered my head and saw that the top two buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned, the collar was wide open, and the white and plump breasts were squeezed together, pushing up the clothes high, revealing a sexy and attractive cleavage. Because of the posture, the right breast was on my arm, and I could feel the softness and elasticity of the breast through the clothes. I was afraid that I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to see but didn’t dare to see more, so I quickly helped Mom leave the KTV and stopped a taxi. But after being able to go out, the wind blew and the alcohol took effect. After getting in the car, my mother leaned on me limply, as if she had been hit by the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder. Her long hair fell down and the strands of hair scratched my neck, making me feel numb and itchy.

Although I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help but glance down. The black silk legs under the gray skirt were too sexy. If she wasn’t my mother, I think I really couldn’t help touching her.

I don’t know why, but I remembered the plot in the pornographic novel again. The drunk mother was touched by her son, and then he took off her clothes piece by piece, lay between her legs, licked her honey hole with his tongue until the honey juice overflowed, and secretly stuffed his hard cock into her...

Just when I was uncontrollably daydreaming, my mother suddenly murmured in a dreamy voice: “Son, what should I do with you?”

I was startled, as if I was caught doing something bad when I was a child. I quickly clamped my legs together and tried to hide my erect penis.

“I ... what’s wrong with me?” I asked a little aggrieved.

My mother reached out and pinched my nose, snorting: “You are naughty, you ... disobedient.”

“No, why am I disobedient? I was studying hard at home. If you send me a message, I will come to pick you up immediately. I...”

Halfway through the conversation, my mother slapped me on the face and muttered: “You call this obedience? You still talk back!”

Well! It’s useless to say anything now. Any sweet talk seems so pale and powerless in the face of absolute force.

After getting off the taxi, I put my bag on my arm and helped my mother walk home. After entering the door, I didn’t care about changing her shoes, and helped her directly to the bedroom. Because she was really drunk, my mother fell headfirst on the bed.

My father hasn’t come home yet. I stood by the bed and wiped the sweat off my face, looking at my mother lying on her back on the bed, not knowing what to do.

I saw my mother’s long black hair scattered on the bed, her cheeks flushed, her red lips slightly open; I don’t know when, the buttons of her coat and suit were also broken, her chest was wide open, her shirt was messy, revealing her snow-white and slender neck; her breasts seemed to be free from gravity, even when she was lying flat, they were so round and plump, like melons, rising and falling with her breathing; her pointed black high-heeled shoes were still on her feet, and her black legs under the gray narrow skirt were tightly closed and curled inwards, her calves were soft and beautiful, and her tight black stockings revealed the flesh-colored skin underneath, which was indescribably tempting.

I just felt dry in my mouth and tongue, and swallowed my saliva involuntarily. I stared at my mother lying drunkenly on the bed for a moment, and suddenly remembered that people who drink will be thirsty, so I quickly turned around to pour a cup of hot water and put it beside the bed. Then I stared at the black high heels on my mother’s feet for a long time. I felt itchy in my heart, but I didn’t dare to do it. In the past, when my mother was drunk, I could touch her up and down generously, but now I have some psychological barriers.

After hesitating for a while, a voice suddenly popped up in my mind, saying that if I don’t take off my shoes before going to bed, the sheets will be dirty. I know this is just an excuse, but it does relieve my psychological pressure.

I went over and carefully lifted up my mother’s beautiful feet, muttering “Don’t dirty the bed” and gently took off her high heels. Looking at the round and lovely silk stockings, I was hesitating whether to touch them secretly. Suddenly, my mother sat up and grabbed my ears, which hurt me so much that I cried out “Aiya”. I felt cold in my heart. I thought my mother was fishing for law enforcement, pretending to be drunk and setting a trap for me, but I saw her staggering and drunken, obviously not pretending.

“What ... do you want to do?” Mom squinted her eyes and shook her head from side to side.

I hurriedly explained: “I ... I’ll take off your shoes. You can’t sleep with shoes on. Ouch ... It hurts!”

Before she finished speaking, my mother pulled my ears back and fell on the bed with me. My mother and I were face to face, almost sticking together, and the alcohol mixed with the fragrance made me more and more confused.

Mom still pulled my ear, her eyes were so hazy that they were almost slits, and she smiled with a dazed look: “Don’t ... think I don’t know what you ... are thinking. You ... are sick.”

I don’t know whether Mom was really drunk or pretending, but her ears really hurt, and she struggled to beg for mercy: “Okay, okay, I’m sick, I’m sick. Let go first ... Oh, oh, let go.”

Mom twisted harder and harder, her starry eyes were hazy, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: “You ... stole my ... stole my stockings, what did you do?”

“Nothing, I didn’t do anything!”

“You ... treat your mom ... mom ... as a fool? What do those novels ... hidden in your phone ... mean?”

I cried “Ouch” in my heart, and suddenly remembered that I had downloaded a lot of pornographic articles on my phone, including many mother-son articles. I forgot to delete them after reading them. My mom must have found out.

“Tell me ... tell me, are you ... momophiliac? Do you ... like me wearing stockings?”

I was shocked and a little amused. He dared to say anything when he was drunk. He asked all the questions that he usually kept in his heart.

“I ... a little. But I don’t just like you wearing stockings, I also like other beauties wearing stockings.” Anyway, she might not remember it when she wakes up tomorrow, so I just told the truth. Anyway, I have been holding it in my heart for a long time and I am a little depressed.