Chapter 3

The expression on my mother’s face gradually changed from astonishment to anger.

My scalp went numb, my hair stood on end, and I trembled as I said, “Mom ... Mom, why ... why are you back?”

There seemed to be a layer of frost on my mother’s beautiful face, her breasts heaving, her body trembling slightly, she glared at me angrily, and the air seemed to freeze.

Patricia lowered her head and hid under me, not daring to look up. Mom didn’t say a word, and after a moment of stalemate, she slammed the door shut.

Patricia suddenly lifted me up, picked up the pillow and threw it at me, while she cried in a low voice: “It’s all your fault, it’s all your fault, I hate you so much!”

I saw her face was red, so I didn’t dare to say anything and let her vent. Mainly because I didn’t expect my mother to come back so early, and I was almost impotent because of what happened just now.

After Patricia vented her anger, she hurriedly took off her mother’s clothes and put on her own clothes. I comforted her: “It’s okay, it’s okay, you have to go home anyway, but I am the one who is unlucky.”

She glared at me and said, “What do you mean it’s okay? How am I going to face your mother in the future? It’s so embarrassing! I want to die now. You still ... What if your mother tells my mother?”

I put my hand on her shoulder and patted her gently: “Don’t worry, my mother will never tell your mother about this kind of thing. She ... she can’t say it.”

“Get out of here! Don’t touch me anymore!” Patricia pushed my hand away and put on her shoes. I took the opportunity to put on two pieces of clothes and walked out with her. Before leaving the room, Patricia was a little scared and looked at me pitifully. I encouraged her for a long time, and finally she mustered up the courage, opened the door, and walked out.

Mom was like an ice sculpture in the middle of the living room, her arms folded across her chest, her face livid, her beautiful and charming eyes narrowed into a slit, as if she was emitting murderous intent before she closed her eyes, and she seemed to be very angry. Seeing this, Patricia was so scared that she wanted to retreat. I reached out and pushed her waist, and she lowered her head and walked quickly towards the door in small steps. When she passed by Mom, she lowered her head and said in a mosquito-like voice, “Auntie, I’m leaving.”

Mom didn’t say anything. I followed Patricia closely, lowered my head, and whispered, “Auntie, I’m leaving too. Ouch! It hurts!”

My mother grabbed my ears and pulled me back hard. Patricia not only did not help me, but also took the opportunity to open and close the door quickly and slipped away.

My mother twisted my ear, pulled me to the bedroom door, and kicked me in. I stumbled to the foot of the bed, huddled up, blinked, and looked at her pitifully.

Mom looked around for a weapon, but couldn’t find a suitable one after searching for a long time. Finally, I couldn’t help it anymore, so I pointed to the bookshelf and whispered, “Dictionary.”

She glanced at the bookshelf in the direction of my finger, turned back and glared at me: “Why do you have to say anything?” Then she rolled up her sleeves, walked over angrily, and hit me on the head more than ten times with her bare hands.

In the past, I was often spanked when I made mistakes, but they were always on my arms and buttocks, rarely as hard as today, hitting my head. My mother now is a roaring female dragon in my eyes. I am afraid of angering her again, so I endure the pain and dare not even groan.

After beating me for a while, my mother grabbed my ears again, stared at me breathlessly, and asked through gritted teeth: “What did you do just now?”

“No ... nothing, just ... just chatting.”

“Chat? Talk about what? Also, what did you say when I pushed the door open just now? Tell me again.”

“I forgot.” I would never dare to repeat it again.

“Forgot it, you forgot it. Okay, you forgot it.” Mom pressed my neck with one hand and slapped my head with the other hand, cursing, “You little bastard, you have no respect for your parents, you dare to make any joke, right!”

I begged for mercy: “I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong.”

After beating me for a while, my mother let me go, stepped back, put her hands on her hips, stared at me, and gasped heavily. This was the first time I had ever seen her so angry. I became more and more frightened. I didn’t dare to say any dirty words I usually said. I could only behave myself.

Admit your mistake: “Mom, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I won’t do it again.”

“You’re wrong? You know you’re wrong?” Mom yelled, “Kneel down there!”

I shivered and quickly knelt on the ground.

Mom pointed at the clothes on the bed and asked, “Tell me, what’s going on?”

“This ... this...” I suddenly found that my usual cleverness was gone. After hesitating for a long time, I said, “It’s Patricia. She ... she wanted to wear it, so I bought her two pieces.”

“She wants to wear it?” Mom obviously didn’t completely believe my nonsense.

“Yes, yes, she ... she said she really likes your clothes, mom. She said you look really good in them, and she wants to try them on, too.” Patricia isn’t here right now, so I’ll leave the blame to her for now. Anyway, she also threw the blame on me at her mom’s place yesterday, so we’re even.

“Oh, she wants to wear it? If she wants to wear it, just give her your mother’s clothes. Did you get my permission?”

My mother put her hands on her hips and stared down at me.

“Mom, you like her very much, don’t you? When she comes to our house, you give her this and that, just like your own daughter, even closer to her than Barbara.”

“Still talking back!” Mom yelled, and I was so scared that I shut up immediately.

My mother stared at me for a moment and asked again, “Let me ask you, did you take away all the socks I lost before?”

“I ... I...”

“Did you give them all to Patricia?”

“Yes, yes, I gave it to her, she ... she likes it.” I threw the pot away again. Good Patricia, I’m sorry, I really don’t dare to admit to my mother that I put her socks on my dick and masturbated.

“You are so generous. You gave your mother’s clothes to your girlfriend. Do you know how expensive those socks are? Have you forgotten your mother after you got married?”

“No, no, no, mom, your position in my heart cannot be replaced by anyone.”

“You keep talking nonsense, keep talking nonsense!” My mother hit me on the head twice and said angrily,” William, I’m telling you, I’ve spoiled you too much. You’ve become lawless. You don’t know how to be ashamed. Kneel down here and reflect on yourself.”

After that, my mother picked up the clothes on the bed and slammed the door and left. My legs were numb from kneeling, but I didn’t dare to get up. After a while, I vaguely heard voices in the living room, as if my mother was talking on the phone with someone.

My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he was talking to Patricia’s mother on the phone? If her mother knew about this, we would be in big trouble.

After kneeling for more than half an hour, my mother pushed the door open, stared at me for a moment, and then sat down beside the bed. The room was dead silent, and I wanted to say something, but I didn’t dare to open my mouth.

After a long while, my mother said, “I just talked to your Aunt Linda on the phone.”

Before she could finish, I said, “You didn’t tell Aunt Linda about it, did you? It’s such an embarrassing thing, you...”

“Kneel down right there.” Mom yelled, “You still know how to embarrass yourself?”

“I don’t care, but Patricia is a girl after all. If her mother knew about this...”

I was halfway through my words when I saw my mother glaring at me, so I quickly shut my mouth.

Mom suppressed her anger and said as gently as possible, “I went out early this morning to meet Patricia’s mom. As a mother, we don’t object to you two dating, and we are prepared for you to develop to that stage. But you are in your third year of high school after all, which is a crucial year. We had planned that you two should separate for a year, and after you are admitted to college, you can talk about it however you want. Even if you really want to get married, we don’t object.”

I quickly responded: “I support this proposal with both hands.”

“It’s too late!”

“What’s late?”

“From now on, you are not allowed to see Patricia again.”

“Ah?” I frowned, “You ... are you trying to break up this couple?”

“I just broke up the couple, what do you think?”

“I ... am not ... you ... why?”

“You still have the nerve to ask why?” Mom glared at me. “Just now, how can I meet Patricia in the future? Isn’t it awkward?”

“Yes, it is a little embarrassing. But you are good friends with Aunt Linda after all. You can’t hide from her daughter all your life, right?”

“Why should I avoid her? Am I too embarrassed to face people? She should be avoiding me. Besides, as long as she doesn’t date you and doesn’t come into our house, why should I be embarrassed with her?”

“You wouldn’t do that, would you? Patricia is quite considerate. She will get over it after a while.”

“She has a big heart, but your mother has a small heart.” The mother turned her head and said, “I can’t get over it.”

“Mom!” I knelt on my knees and moved to my mother’s side. I put my arms around her black silk legs and put my face close to hers. I pretended to be crying and begged, “Please be magnanimous and spare her. Patricia is the love of my life. I really can’t live without her.”

Mom sneered, “You’re such a ... repetitive person. Just now you said that your mom’s position in your heart is irreplaceable, and now you’re saying that Patricia is the love of your life. Which of your words is true?”

“This ... after all, they can’t be compared. One is mother, the other is wife. Mother, wife, wife, mother, neither can be without the other.”

“Don’t talk nonsense to me. You don’t need a wife now, you only need a mother.”

“No ... you, this is naked hegemonism.”

The mother raised her eyebrows and said, “I am a hegemonist. If you have the guts, run away from home and go there on your own.”

I hugged my mother’s beautiful legs in stockings tightly with both hands, and smiled flatteringly: “How dare I? Even if you lend me a hundred courages, I dare not run away from home. Besides, I can’t bear to leave you, Mommy.”

“He just keeps talking nonsense all day long.”

My mother slapped me on the back of my head and I cried out in pain. She looked down at me, hesitated for a moment, rubbed my head with her hand, and asked, “Does it hurt?”

I pursed my lips, nodded, then put my face on the icy and smooth silk stockings, pretended to be extremely aggrieved, and said it hurts.

“You deserve it. You just deserve a beating every day.” Although he said it sternly, his hand still kept rubbing my head gently.

“Mom, I was wrong. I will never make you angry again.”

I was really scared by my mother’s fury just now. Now that she had calmed down, I was gradually attracted by the black silk legs under the gray professional skirt. Since I learned the Internet term “hugging thighs”, every time I made a mistake, I would kneel on the ground, pretending to be a joker and acting like a spoiled child, and hug my mother’s silk stockings legs tightly.

In fact, I just want to take advantage of my mother. Sometimes when I am having fun, I will pretend to accidentally lift up my mother’s skirt and sneak a peek at the beautiful scenery under the skirt wrapped in pantyhose. I know it is wrong and against morality to do so, but I just can’t control my inner desire because it is too exciting.

I have liked the touch of stockings since I was a child. After my sexual consciousness awakened, I have a special liking for beautiful women wearing stockings.

But I can’t go out on the street and touch other people’s stockings, so I can only do it to my mother at home. After all, even if my mother finds out something is wrong, she won’t send me to the police station like a hooligan. At most, she will give me a beating. Compared with touching beautiful legs in stockings, this price is still acceptable.

And I suspect that the reason why I became a severe stockings fetishist is related to my mother’s love of wearing stockings.

Because my childhood memories are basically all formatted, only the image of my mother wearing colorful stockings is deeply imprinted in my mind. Regardless of whether it is true or not, I often use this reason to convince and comfort myself.

Due to my mother’s influence, I know a lot about stockings. For example, the black pantyhose my mother is wearing on her legs today are velvet stockings. They are slightly less transparent than crystal silk, but have better elasticity, feel better, and are dense, delicate, soft and smooth.

I like my mother to wear this kind of stockings the most, because the surface of the stockings has a little bit of matte, which makes it look more noble and elegant, and it matches my mother’s temperament very well.

Maybe I was too devoted to touching her, and my mother felt something was wrong. She rubbed my head and suddenly raised her hand to hit my head again, scolding me: “Get up! What a mess you are in all day long.”

Although I was extremely reluctant, I still let go of my mother’s beautiful black silk legs and wanted to stand up. However, because I had been kneeling for too long, my legs were numb. Halfway through, I knelt down again with a plop.

My mother was stunned for a moment, then she burst into laughter and said, “What are you doing? It’s not even Chinese New Year yet, and you’re giving me such a big gift, but I don’t even have any New Year’s money.”