Chapter 2: Adolescence

At the dinner table, my mother prepared three dishes and a soup. Because I just made her angry again, her face was as cold as ice, and the atmosphere seemed very cold.

I wanted to ease the quiet atmosphere, so I picked up a piece of braised pork ribs and tasted it, acting like a food critic, and occasionally said “hmm~”. Seeing that my mother’s face did not change, I increased my voice and kept humming.

My mother was impatient with me, stopped eating and glared at me and said: “You hum,... “Maybe ... maybe your cooking skills are getting better and better.”

“So what you mean is that the food I cooked before wasn’t delicious?”

My mother caught the loophole in my words and asked me a rhetorical question that choked me for a moment and I didn’t know how to answer. I couldn’t say a word after a long time of “uh”. My mother looked at me with embarrassment and suddenly laughed. Then, she probably felt that she had not maintained her image well and scolded me with a stern face:

“What a smooth talker you are all day long!”

I complained in my heart that my mother was too proud, but she still smiled on the surface.

“Mother, you taught me a lesson. I will never dare to do it again.”

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After dinner, my mother changed into a professional suit and changed her flesh-colored stockings into black stockings. Before she left, she reminded me:

“I have to work overtime today and may be back late at night. Wash the dishes and do your homework. If you are hungry, cook noodles or order takeout.”

After that, she put on her high heels and left. I was the only one left at home. My mother’s departure made me like a wild horse. I said “Oh” and washed the dishes and sat on the sofa and started thinking about how to kill time.

Since my entertainment at home is basically on my phone and computer, my phone was confiscated by my mother, and my computer was locked. For a moment, I really didn’t know what to do. Finally, I was bored and took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and lay on the sofa to watch TV.

The TV was playing a popular workplace romance drama recently. The heroine played a strong woman in the workplace, which is my favorite type. She was wearing a professional suit like my mother, which made me think of my mother. My mother and this character have similar identities. My mother is a customer manager of a bank in this city. She is also a strong woman in the workplace. However, in terms of figure, appearance and temperament, I think this actress is too much worse. Perhaps it is because my mother’s temperament is incomparable in my heart.

After watching for a while, I felt more and more that this actress with this outfit was to my taste. In addition, I hadn’t vented for two weeks. There was a nameless anger in my heart. My hand gradually reached down and stroked the erect penis up and down. After stroking for a while, not only did I not vent, but I also felt the urge to urinate, so I stopped and prepared to go to the toilet to flush.

After draining the water, I passed by the washing machine at the toilet door and saw the flesh-colored stockings that my mother had changed today in the washing machine. It seemed that my mother was in a hurry and forgot to wash them. Suddenly, a bold idea came to my mind - to use my mother’s stockings to vent. Then I shook my head. No, how could I have such an idea? Those were my mother’s stockings. If I used her stockings to masturbate, wouldn’t it mean that I had other ideas about my mother? I slapped myself suddenly and began to explain in my heart: I just like stockings, which does not mean that I have any rebellious ideas about my mother. Isn’t that what I think when I peek at my mother’s thighs wearing stockings? Yes, that’s it. I just have a fetish for stockings, and it has nothing to do with my mother. After I convinced myself, I tremblingly took the pair of flesh-colored stockings that my mother changed today from the washing machine and held them in my palm. My heart beat faster. This was the first time I touched my mother’s stockings. The material was smooth and a little cold. I didn’t know what it felt like when my mother wore them. But as soon as this thought came up, I threw it out of my mind.