Chapter 6

Ever since I had a heart-to-heart talk with my mother in bed, our relationship has become a little subtle.

In the past, she always looked at me fiercely, with an expression that said “behave yourself”, but now there is a weird smile in her eyes when she looks at me, giving people the illusion that “I understand you, brother”. She’s just about to come over to bump fists with me and then say “hey man”.

Of course I know what my mother is thinking, but the feeling of an elder trying hard to make friends with you is really weird and awkward. I would rather my mother slap me and kick me, and then yell at me,” William, you deserve a beating!”

The midterm exam for the first half of senior year was in a week. Maybe because I had too many things going on recently, my test results were not very ideal. I actually dropped from the top ten in the class to eighteenth place.

Before dinner, my mother sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the report card in her hand. She was silent for a long time. Frost gradually climbed onto her pretty face. Finally, she slammed the table hard and shouted loudly for the first time in a long time: “ William, you study so hard!”

I pouted and frowned, and said aggrievedly: “I have worked very hard.”

“Then why did your grades drop so much?” Mom asked sternly.

“Maybe others work harder.”

“You also know that others are working harder.” Mom slammed the table and said, “It’s already the third year of high school, and everyone is sprinting. If you don’t move forward, you will fall behind. Do you understand this, son?”

“I understand, but ... I’m anxious too.” I really didn’t know how to explain it to her.

The mother looked back at the father who was playing with his phone and became furious. She shouted, “Your son is already burnt, and you are still playing!”

Dad quickly put away his phone, pretended to take the results, and muttered, “Show it to me. Ouch, the test results are not very good. I have to work harder next time.”

I quickly responded, “Try hard, I will definitely try hard.”

The mother snatched the report card back, her chest heaving with anger, and gnashed her teeth as she said, “You two, father and son, are singing the same tune. You’re really going to piss me off to death.”

Dad said, “Oh, it’s just that you didn’t do well in the exam once. You can do better next time. Why are you so angry every day? Anger is harmful to your health.”

I quickly moved to my mother’s side, gently stroked her back, and repeated, “Anger is harmful to your health.”

Mom glanced at me.

Dad asked, “What time is it? Is the meal ready, honey?”

I immediately said, “Yeah, what time is it? Is the meal ready, wife?”

My mother slapped me on the back of my head, slammed the report card on the coffee table, stood up and said, “You guys will piss me off to death sooner or later.”

After dinner, I went back to my bedroom and started doing the test paper. After a while, my mother pushed the door open and came in, sitting down next to me. I knew what she was doing, so before she could speak, I raised my hand and said, “Mom, don’t worry, I will learn from my mistakes and do well in the exam next time.”

My mother didn’t react to my statement. She said expressionlessly, “Let’s not talk about the next time. Let’s talk about this time first. What is the reason that your grades have dropped so badly? I just contacted your class teacher. She said that you are always dazed in class and can’t concentrate. What’s going on?”

I frowned, scratched my head, and muttered, “I can’t really explain it, but I just feel a little dizzy.”

“Are you sick?” Mom put her hand on my forehead and said, “It’s not hot.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not sick.”

“Then can you tell me honestly why you can’t concentrate? Is it because I scolded you a few days ago and you are upset? Or ... or is it something else?”

I waved my hands: “It has nothing to do with you scolding me. You can scold me 366 times in 365 days a year. If it’s a leap year, you have to work overtime to scold me one more time. I’m used to it.”

The mother said with a smile: “Your mouth is really ... sooner or later I have to sew it up. I’m talking to you about something serious now, can you please stop talking nonsense? Tell me the main point, what is the reason?”

“Why?” I muttered, then shook my head and sighed solemnly, “I’m not sure, maybe it’s because of too much pressure.”

“Are you stressed?” Mom didn’t quite believe it. “You are so cheerful every day, you don’t look like a college entrance exam candidate at all. How can you be stressed?”

“Well ... maybe this is what they call growing pains.”

My mother slammed the table, got up and left the room angrily. I leaned back in my chair and thought about it carefully. I really couldn’t tell why. Anyway, my heart was in a mess. There was an inexplicable emotion lingering in my heart. Although I didn’t want to admit it, the source of this emotion was my mother.

I have been thinking about my mother for no reason lately, thinking about her joys and sorrows, her smiles and frowns, and even thinking about how she beat me and scolded me. This situation has only happened once since I was a child, that is, after I had a relationship with Patricia, for some reason, I stuck with her vertically.

I felt something was wrong and was a little scared. I even went to an Internet cafe to search for information about Oedipus and compared it with my situation, but I still couldn’t get the right answer. I kept comforting myself in my heart that I was obsessed with my mother’s sexy body as a woman, not her herself.

I wanted to get rid of distractions and concentrate on studying, but I just couldn’t concentrate. My psychological troubles even made me forget my physical needs. I wanted to talk to someone, but I couldn’t find the right person. I thought about seeing a psychologist, but finally gave up. After all, even I felt that this kind of thing was a bit abnormal, so how could I have the nerve to talk to someone.

The next day, after dinner, my mother went to the kitchen to stew something, and I went back to the bedroom to bury my head in my study. About an hour later, my mother came in carefully, holding a bowl in both hands. I took a look and saw a layer of oil floating on the black soup, and the aroma of meat mixed with the smell of Chinese medicine. I couldn’t help but frowned: “What is this?”

The mother said mysteriously: “Ginseng black chicken nourishing soup, this is a secret recipe I learned from other parents.”

I suddenly realized, “Ah, this is what you were busy with in the kitchen just now.”

“What is this thing? It contains ginseng, black chicken, wolfberry, sesame, red dates, and walnuts. They are all used to refresh your mind and help you concentrate.” Mom brought the bowl to me and reminded me, “Here, drink carefully, it’s a little hot.”

“Mom, do you still believe this? This is all superstition.”

“What do you mean by superstition? This is a recipe passed down from generation to generation by mothers who took the college entrance exams. It’s very effective. You drink it first.”

“I just had a full meal and can’t drink it.” I frowned and resisted instinctively.

“Drink it.” Mom ordered.

I had no choice but to take the bowl, hesitated for a while, and finally pinched my nose and drank it all in one go. Apart from being a little greasy, the taste was pretty good.

“That’s enough.”

Mom glanced at the bottom of the bowl, nodded, and said, “Study hard.” Then she got up and left the room.

I thought my mother was just having a whim, but she made me some ginseng and black chicken soup every day for the next few days. I have to say, this soup really worked. It made my blood surge and my spirits high. I couldn’t concentrate on studying. The sexual desire that I had been suppressing for the past few days came back. My mind was full of dirty thoughts. How could I have the mind to study?

Now I can’t concentrate on studying. I need to vent my feelings. Patricia is the most suitable candidate, but after the last accident, she seemed to have suffered a mental shock. She ignored my teasing. I said a lot of sweet words, but she was unresponsive and didn’t respond. I had no idea where to start.

There was no hope of getting laid, so I had to solve it myself. But my mother had taken away my cell phone, computer, and even adult magazines. Although I could rely on my imagination, it was too boring. After thinking about it, I decided to use my mother’s stockings to masturbate my penis. Unfortunately, the last pair of my mother’s original stockings I treasured had been used up some time ago.

Strangely enough, since that day, my mother’s stockings have disappeared again. Not only can I not find the ones she took off, but even the ones she washed disappeared. I don’t know where she put them. Maybe she also felt that it was not reliable for her son to use the stockings, so she gave up.

After school, I found that my parents were not home yet, and the anxious feeling came back. I was like a drug addict, pacing back and forth in front of my parents’ bedroom door. I kept telling myself in my heart that since I had promised my mother, I must keep my promise, and I must endure it, endure it, and never do it again.

Just then, I heard the sound of the door lock turning. I was startled and quickly pretended nothing had happened and sat on the sofa.

“Are you back?” Mom greeted me while changing her shoes.

When I looked at my mother, I couldn’t help but be stunned. Her long hair, which she usually tied up behind her head, was not only let down, but also curled into a big 3:7 wave. The long hair in front of her forehead was slightly fluffy, shaped like bangs, with very soft undulating lines, covering half of her face and hanging down behind her with her body; the ends of her hair were a little messy, adding a bit of laziness and casualness, coupled with her seductive phoenix eyes and sexy red lips, the charming and mature femininity was displayed to the fullest.

Because the mother’s upper body is slightly bent forward, her perky buttocks make the black tight skirt round and tight, like a big juicy peach. Her slender legs are wearing black glass stockings, which are light and transparent; her black pointed high-heeled shoes are taken off, and her cute little feet are wrapped in black stockings. The toes of the stockings are a little transparent, and the bright red nail polish is faintly visible.

My mother used to wear her hair in a bun, straight or short. This is the first time I’ve seen such big waves. It’s so sexy. My eyes widened and my dick got hard instantly. Maybe my mother felt my burning gaze. She looked back and saw me in a daze. She asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”

I pretended to be calm, propped my chin on my hand, and said with a smile: “I thought it was someone’s beautiful girl who walked into the wrong house, but it turned out that my dear mother changed her hairstyle.”

“You’re so talkative.” Mom spat quietly with a smile on her face, then stood up straight, put one hand on her waist, posed, and asked with a smile: “How is it, does your new hairstyle look good?”

“You look good.” I gave her two thumbs up and praised her, “Even beautiful celebrities are not as pretty as you.”

“You are so sweet.” Mom smiled and winked at me: “You will be rewarded later.”

“What reward?”

“I bought your favorite lamb chops.”

“Lamb chops?”

“Why, you don’t want to eat?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to eat, it’s just that I’m a little irritated.”

“It’s not a big deal. Drink some antipyretic tea after dinner.”

I just felt hot all over, my heart was beating non-stop, and my cock was hard as iron. In order to prevent my mother from noticing, I clamped my legs tightly together and pretended nothing happened. It was not until my mother turned around and went into the house that I suddenly jumped up, clenched my fists, and pounded hard on the sofa to relieve my excitement. Finally, I simply ran to the bathroom and poured cold water on my head.

“Are you sick? Washing your hair with cold water?” I heard my mother’s scream from outside the door. She walked quickly behind me and pulled me up.

My hair was wet, I was breathing heavily, and looking at my mother with a dazed look. She had taken off her uniform and stockings and put on loose home clothes, but her long, wavy hair was so charming and sexy. I felt like I couldn’t hold on any longer, so I quickly put my head under the water pipe and rushed in.