Mom Is Angry Again
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 6: I was cheated when buying flowers
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6: I was cheated when buying flowers - Novel type: Incest, Mother, Son "Kneel down!" My mother's short words broke my defenses. Since I entered junior high school, my mother would still teach me like a child, but she never let me kneel down. I was afraid in my heart, thinking of my mother's impending anger, my legs softened, and I knelt down with a plop.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
My heart skipped a beat. It seemed that my mother might have discovered that I stole her stockings. If she knew that I used her stockings to masturbate, I would be dead or dead. The best thing to do at the moment was to play dumb.
“Curious? What do you mean, mom? Can you explain it more clearly?”
“You are pretending to be stupid, right? It’s just that you boys ... have those little things in your mind.”
My mother saw through my pretending to be stupid at a glance, but it’s true. My mother has also been through our age. How could she not know what I was thinking?
“This ... this ... is indeed a little...” I secretly observed my mother’s face, and there was no change, and continued: “But ... like boys of our age, it is normal to be a little curious about the opposite sex, don’t you think?” My mother rolled her eyes at me, “Normal bullshit! I was wondering why your academic performance is getting worse and worse, it turns out that your mind is full of these crap!” “How can this be called crap? I’m 16 years old, isn’t it normal to be a little curious? It’s abnormal not to be curious, and we will talk about this in our biology class.” My mother is a highly educated person, I believe she will definitely not blame me, as for the stockings ... Before I can think about it, my mother continued: “Then have you ... ever ... secretly taken women’s clothes?” Sure enough! My mother must have discovered that I stole her stockings, my brain was working fast, and the best way now was to play dumb, anyway, my mother didn’t see me masturbating with stockings, and I couldn’t admit this matter even if I was beaten to death. “Mom, who do you think I am? Although I may be a little curious about the opposite sex, I won’t do such a perverted thing, okay.”
My righteous words frightened my mother. After a while, she still mentioned the stockings.
“What about the stockings I changed yesterday?”
“Stockings? What stockings?”
“You are playing dumb with me, right? You know what I am talking about!” Mom picked up the chopsticks and hit me on the head. I couldn’t pretend anymore, so I made up an excuse.
“Oh, oh, you are talking about this matter. I just want to help you wash it. There is no other meaning...”
“Wash it?”
My mother’s expression was obviously unconvinced, but she might have felt that this matter was too embarrassing, so she didn’t continue to pester me.
“I will wash my stockings myself in the future! If I find out again, you will be in trouble next time.”
“Also...” Mom changed the subject, “It is normal for you to be curious about the opposite sex now, but you must be sensible and know what you can and cannot do.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, but I was relieved in my heart. As long as my mother didn’t catch any substantial evidence, she couldn’t do anything to me. At most, she would just think that I was curious about the opposite sex.
In the next two weeks, I spent more time on studying. On the one hand, I was afraid that my mother would not let me off easily if I failed the exam, and on the other hand, I wanted to become better in my mother’s heart.
Just like when I was a child, I hoped to get my mother’s reward for performing well ... No, it was more like a male showing his charm to court a mate.
Since that day when my mother found out that I stole her stockings and didn’t know what I did, I never found her stockings in the washing machine again. My little plan was also in vain. I understood that my mother began to be on guard against me. I felt empty in my heart for some reason. At the same time, I became more obsessed with my mother. No matter what style of clothes my mother wore at home, I would sneak a peek at her breasts and buttocks when she wasn’t paying attention. I was entangled and excited. I knew it was a ball of fire but I couldn’t help getting close.
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