Chapter 4

Although I was forced to study by my mother, the whole afternoon, all I could think about was my mother’s beautiful buttocks wrapped in pantyhose and my father shopping with that beautiful girl. I had no mind to study.

In the evening, when it was almost time for dinner, my sister had enough fun outside and came home humming a little song. She was originally very happy, but as soon as she entered the door, she was scolded by my mother. My sister was a little confused by the scolding. After the scolding, she dragged me to the balcony and whispered to me, “My mother, what’s wrong with me?”

Why is mom so angry?

I felt that my mother must be still angry about what happened in the morning, but she had already beaten me up, so she couldn’t bring up the past. She suppressed her anger for the whole afternoon, and finally took it out on my sister. But I couldn’t tell her about this, so I could only pretend to be confused and said casually:

“Who knows, maybe it’s because of work. I’ve been acting like a grandson for a whole day, and you ended up getting caught in the crossfire. It’s your bad luck.”

My sister pouted, muttered something, and turned to go back to her room. I had been annoyed about my father’s affairs for a whole day, and was worried that I couldn’t find anyone to discuss it with, so I pulled her back and told her about what happened at lunch.

My sister’s first reaction after hearing this was to look at me in surprise: “What, you guys went to eat steak at noon and didn’t even invite me?”

It’s true that no one knows a daughter better than her mother. Her reaction was exactly what her mother thought.

“Who told you to go out so early in the morning? Mom must have contacted you. Who told you not to come back?”

“She asked me to go out for dinner, but she didn’t say we were going to have Western food. Besides, it was you who tricked me out.

No, you have to compensate me with steak.”

“None of this matters. Didn’t you hear what I said just now? Dad was shopping with a girl who is not much older than you. They seemed quite happy.”

The younger sister finally pulled her thoughts back to her senses. After a moment’s silence, she frowned and said, “No wonder he has been so secretive lately. It turns out he is secretly dating a little girl. Ah~!”

My sister suddenly screamed, which scared me. I asked her what happened and she said, “If mom knew about this, it would be very bad.”

I rolled my eyes at her and said, “Nonsense, do you even need me to tell you that?”

My sister frowned, looking worried: “But the truth will come out sooner or later, mom will find out.

At that time, their relationship will break down, they will quarrel, then fight, and finally they may even get divorced.”

She suddenly raised her head and asked me seriously, “If they really want to divorce, who will you live with?

Let me make it clear first, I must live with my mom. You are the eldest son of the Ling family and have the obligation to carry on the family line, so you will most likely be awarded to my dad. If my dad marries that little girl again, then you will have to call that little girl mom.”

I looked at her with a smile on my face: “What are you thinking about in your little head every day? This is still a mystery. What if that girl is just the daughter of Dad’s friend? What if that girl is our distant relative? Think about it carefully, Dad.

If he really wanted to have an affair, he would have to find a woman of similar age, why would he find a high school girl? My dad is a little handsome, but he’s not handsome enough to charm a high school girl.”

“Maybe that girl is just after his money. Maybe she is being kept by her father?”

“Although Dad is successful in his career and earns a good salary, it costs a lot of money to support a high school girl. Dad doesn’t have that much money.”

My sister squinted at me and said, “You sound like you know a lot.”

“I guess.”

At this moment, my mother suddenly appeared behind us and asked suspiciously, “What are you two doing hiding here? What are you talking about?”

Can’t you let me hear what you say?”

We were both shocked. I quickly held out my hand in a mock manner and shouted, “Pay me back! I borrowed the money from you last month. Pay it back now. Mom, Barbara is a deadbeat and she doesn’t pay me back.”

My sister put her hands on her hips and said, “You are the deadbeat. When did I ever owe you money?”

Mom sighed and said, “You two are never going to stop quarreling all day long. Come out for dinner.”

We looked at each other and followed my mother to the dining table. I took a quick look and saw only three pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

Just as I was about to speak, my sister asked first, “Mom, where’s my dad? Isn’t he coming back for dinner?”

“Who knows where he went? He didn’t answer the phone and didn’t reply to the messages.”

My sister and I looked at each other without saying anything. We sat down and ate. After dinner, my mother cleaned the table and asked us to go back to our rooms to study. I was worried about my father and that girl, Patricia, and my mother’s beautiful legs in stockings.

My mind is a mess, how can I concentrate on studying?

My mother took away my cell phone, computer and comics. I had free time in the afternoon and cleaned the house twice. Now I had nothing to do, so I rummaged through the desk drawer and found an old radio. Fortunately, it still had power, so I just lay on the table and listened to the radio broadcast.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, the door behind me was suddenly pushed open. I knew who came in without turning around. I was so scared that I sat up straight, but I failed to turn off the radio in time.

Mom strode over, patted me on the head, reached out and snatched the radio from me, and said angrily, “Why is it so hard for you to study? Where did you get all these gadgets? How many more things have you hidden?”

“It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s all gone.”

“Really all gone?”

“If you don’t believe me, search it.”

My mother stared at me for a moment and said, “Study hard.” Then she took the confiscated radio and left the room.

It should be possible to concentrate on studying now that all distractions are gone, but it still doesn’t work. I don’t know why, but after sitting here and reading for a while, I feel my head swelling and my eyelids drooping. Finally, I just do nothing and take a nap on the table.

I was in a daze for an unknown period of time when I was suddenly hit on the head. I sat up instinctively, wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth, and turned my head to look. I saw my mother squatting with a cup of hot water, standing behind me with a gloomy face. I quickly pretended to lower my head to do the test paper, muttering to myself, “It’s so difficult, this question is so difficult to do.”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” Mom put the cup of water in her hand on the desk and said angrily, “This is how you study hard.”

“I was really studying hard. I was overworking my brain, so I took a break. I just lay down when you came in.”

My mother said nothing and left the room. I was just thinking something was wrong when she came back with a chair in her hand and placed it next to me.

I hurriedly asked: “What do you mean by this?”

Mom sat down, crossed her arms, leaned back in the chair, crossed her legs and looked at me expressionlessly. She said coldly, “I’ll keep an eye on you to prevent you from being absent again.”

I got anxious: “You ... you are going too far. How can I study if you are still here?”

“You can’t study while I’m here? Then when you’re in the exam room and the invigilator is standing next to you, can you kick him out?”

It seems that my mother is determined to monitor me here, and I can only passively accept it helplessly. When she sits next to me, I will be warned if I slack off or take a nap, or even if I feel itchy and scratch myself, it is stricter than the self-study class in school.

I asked tentatively, “Mom, are you going to keep staring at me like this in the future?”

“I don’t have that much free time. I’m correcting you now. When you can concentrate on your studies, I’ll retire.”

“Well, then you have to stay with me forever.” I muttered softly.

“say what?”

“I say you are truly comparable to Meng Mu, who moved three times.”

“Stop talking nonsense and focus on studying.”

At this time, my mother’s phone “dinged” and a message came in. She picked up the phone to check. I lowered my head and pretended to study hard, but I couldn’t help but glanced over. When my mother is at home, she will change her professional clothes and put on a loose knitted long shirt, which directly covers her hips like a dress. The stockings will be replaced with leggings. Although they are very similar to pantyhose, they are slightly thicker than stockings, and the light perception and transparency are slightly worse. Maybe it’s more comfortable. I haven’t worn it, and I don’t know what it feels like. Anyway, my mother will change into it when she gets home.

Sometimes her hair is tied up, and sometimes she lets it down and ties it into a loose ponytail, which looks very casual.

Of course, this kind of home dressing is not without merit in my eyes. Although it is a little lacking in appearance, it has a more lazy temperament. Especially when my mother bends over to work, sticking out her round and plump buttocks, I always want to hug her from behind and ask, “Madam, do you need help?”

Today, my mother tied her hair into a low side ponytail with a bow, a black and white striped knitted batwing long shirt, skin-colored leggings, and panda cotton slippers. The leggings are a bit like the flesh-colored leggings worn by female figure skaters. They look a bit thick when you look at them up close, but from a distance, it seems like she is not wearing anything.

Mom looked down at her phone, a smile on her face, biting her right thumb nail subconsciously, looking playful. I tapped the pen on the table, absent-mindedly, and accidentally let it roll to the ground. I quickly bent down to pick it up, and subconsciously reached out to support Mom’s thigh when I stood up.

My mother looked up at me, and I pretended not to care and continued to write the test paper, but the support just now made me feel uneasy for a long time. Although the feel of leggings is not as good as stockings, this unintentional touch makes people feel particularly stimulating. My attention was completely diverted, and I had no intention of reading.

Mom was still looking at her phone. After a while, I couldn’t help it. I hesitated for a moment, then deliberately rolled the pen to the ground and bent down to pick it up. This time I pressed directly on Mom’s thigh, making meaningless groans, and seemed to be struggling to find it on the ground.

It was a little dark under the desk, but I could still clearly see my mother’s calves wrapped in flesh-colored leggings and her cute feet in panda cotton slippers. I really wanted to grab her slender and round ankles and squeeze them gently, but unfortunately I had the desire but not the courage, so I could only think about it in my mind.

I pretended to be exhausted and picked up the pen. When I stood up, I deliberately increased my strength and took the opportunity to gently pinch my mother’s legs. I have to say that my mother’s beautiful legs are really fascinating. They look slender and long, but when I touch them, I can feel the soft flesh through the leggings. This flesh is different from the loose and fat flesh of middle-aged women. It is obvious that she usually exercises, and it is tight but not hard. It feels really comfortable to touch.

My mother looked up at me while holding her phone. I pretended to be embarrassed, smiled innocently, and started to write the test paper. My mother didn’t say anything and continued to look down at her phone.

After five or six minutes, I started to feel itchy again, and accidentally let the pen roll to the ground again. Just as I was about to put my hand on my mother’s thigh and bend down to pick it up, my mother slapped my hand aside and scolded: “You are sick, the pen keeps falling down.” Then she bent down to pick up the pen, slammed it heavily on the desk, and warned me sternly: “If you drop the pen to the ground again, be careful or I will kick you. You are always making trouble.

I don’t know if my mother discovered my little trick, but I really didn’t dare to play tricks anymore and honestly lowered my head to write the test paper. But there were messages coming from my mother’s mobile phone, which made me a little upset. I couldn’t help knocking on the table and said, “Hey, Ms. Mary, you disturbed my study. If you want to play with your mobile phone, please go to the living room, okay?”

Mom was a little embarrassed and left the room. I thought she had left and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but she came back and sat down and said, “It’s Mom’s fault. I put the phone in the living room. You can study hard now.”

I didn’t expect my mother to be so persistent. I really had no choice but to study hard under her supervision.

Just when I was about to finish the test paper, the room suddenly went dark and the power went out. Every time the power went out in the classroom, everyone started banging on the tables and benches, howling and screaming like serfs who had been liberated.

The power went out, and I couldn’t help but yell, “Power outage~!”

My sister’s voice came from the other side immediately: “I know~!”

Then I got hit on the head and my mother scolded me: “The power is out, so what are you screaming about?”

I don’t know how she could shoot so accurately in the dark, as if she had aimed beforehand. I rubbed my head, stood up and said, “Mom, don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

“It’s dangerous when you’re here. My phone is on the sofa, go get it for me.”

“Yes, sir. You wait here.”

Due to the momentary power outage, my eyes had not yet adjusted to the situation and the room was dark. I instinctively reached forward to feel around, and my right hand touched my mother’s body. Although there was a sweater between us, I could still feel the plump and soft flesh, like a big white steamed bun just out of the oven. I was pretty sure it was my mother’s breast, but I still subconsciously pinched it. It was big, round, and elastic.

“Where are you touching!” Mom shouted and slapped my arm aside.

I quickly apologized: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“If you did it on purpose, I’ll chop off your hand.” Mom scolded me, then was silent for a moment and said, “Why don’t you go now? Why are you just standing there?”

I quickly groped around my mother and went to the living room to get my phone. My mother told me to go, but she followed me out. In the dark, I sniffed my palms behind my mother’s back. I seemed to smell a milky fragrance. My head was dizzy and I decided not to wash my hands for the rest of my life. As soon as I walked out of the bedroom door, my sister came out with her phone. She took a picture for me, got my mother’s phone, and found a flashlight.

But just as I handed the phone to my mother and was discussing the cause, another call came from home. At the same time, the door was unlocked and my father came back.

“Was there a power outage just now?” Dad asked while changing his shoes.

“Where have you been all day? You didn’t even stay at home for a day off, and you’re back just now.” Mom asked back unhappily.

“Well ... my colleague’s child had some problems, so I went to help.” Dad’s words were a little hesitant.

My sister and I looked at each other.

Mom continued to ask, “What’s going on? You’re busy all day.” When Dad walked past her, she raised her nose and sniffed, “Have you been drinking?”

Dad said, “My colleague’s child is in high school and will soon take the college entrance exam. William is also going to take the college entrance exam this year. He asked me to come over to discuss it and we had two drinks that night.”

The mother sneered: “You don’t care about your own children, and you want to take care of other people’s children. You are just deliberately going out to avoid idleness. Your son is almost going to heaven, don’t you know that?”

Dad turned around and looked at me: “What’s wrong with you? Did you make your mother angry?”

“No, I’m very good and have been studying at home.” I pretended to be innocent. My mother glared at me, and the couple went back to the house together.

I whispered to my sister, “I think it was a misunderstanding. It’s a good thing I didn’t tell mom.”

My sister looked at me sideways and said, “It’s all your fault.”

“You were the one who started to be suspicious and made me nervous.” I thought back to what happened at noon and said, “That girl is pretty. I wonder whose daughter she is. I can ask my dad to introduce her to me later.”

“You dead pervert, you little pervert.” My sister rolled her eyes at me and turned to walk towards the bedroom. I chased after her and protested, “Hey, hey, hey, you can say I’m a pervert, you can also say I’m a pervert, but you can’t say I’m a dead pervert, and you can’t say I’m a little pervert. How am I small?” But my sister blocked me outside the door.

School started on Monday, and I wanted to apologize to Patricia, but she kept avoiding me, saying that her mother had scolded her and she wanted to stay away from me before the college entrance examination. I knew that the two mothers had joined forces to break up the couple, and I had no choice but to coax and persuade them, and finally I managed to save the relationship, but it was just going from being over the top to underground, and as for having sex, forget it.

But I am a young man with a lot of energy and blood, and I have become sensible and have tasted the sweetness of life. If I find a partner, let alone have sex, I won’t even let him hold my hand or kiss me. Who can resist that? I can bear it for a day or two, but I can’t stand it for a long time. All I can think about is that.

What’s more frightening is that I found myself paying more and more attention to my mother, what she was wearing today, whether her makeup was good-looking, and every time I saw her wearing stockings, there would be an unknown fire of desire in my body, rising from my ribs. I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and I would take the risk of stealing my mother’s stockings and putting them on my dick to masturbate.

The most terrifying thing is that one night I had a dream. In the dream, my mother wrapped my cock with her sexy little mouth, sucking it, and licking the glans coronal sulcus with the tip of her tongue from time to time. I was so excited that I ejaculated continuously.

As a result, when I woke up the next day, I had nocturnal emission, which made my pajamas sticky. I didn’t dare tell my mother, so I had to hide it secretly.

I was a little scared when this happened. I used to occasionally take advantage of my mother, but I knew she was my mother and I was just having sex with her. Recently, I realized that I was increasingly treating her as a woman, a sexy, mature and beautiful woman. I even fantasized about having sex with my mother in every corner of the house.

I know this is crazy and wrong, but the more I suppress it, the stronger my desire becomes. To relieve this desire, I often secretly take advantage of my mother. While enjoying this excitement, I feel extremely guilty. Playing is playing, but she is still my beloved mother after all.

As for my father’s suspected affair, I thought about it carefully afterwards and felt that it was unlikely. My father was such an honest man, he didn’t have any ulterior motives, and he was afraid of his wife, so how could he have an affair, and the other party was a high school girl, it was simply too far-fetched.

I was struggling with the college entrance exam and my desires at the same time, and I spent a month in a daze. One afternoon after school, I walked out of the school gate with a few friends, and accidentally saw a beautiful girl standing not far away. She was not short, but she gave people a petite feeling, probably because of her small face.