Chapter 9

After being “ravaged” by Elizabeth’s pure white cotton socks, his desire was temporarily relieved.

This crazy girl’s series of extraordinary behaviors made me more and more curious. I didn’t leave in a hurry. While she was busy doing her homework, I strolled around the house.

The house looked a bit like a residential building from the 1990s, with a cramped living room and a large bedroom. The walls were yellowed and had not been renovated. The furniture and appliances were all complete, but they were full of the characteristics of the era. After walking around for a while, I saw a family photo next to the TV in the living room. There were two elderly people sitting in the front row, and the old lady was holding a little girl of seven or eight years old in her arms. The shadow of Elizabeth could be seen between her eyebrows; there were two middle-aged couples and a teenager standing in the back row. The younger couple should be her parents.

Elizabeth’s mother is very beautiful and looks 70% like her; her father wears gold-rimmed glasses and looks gentle, but the two have little resemblance in terms of face shape or facial features. I picked up the photo and looked at it carefully, because she said that her father worked in the same unit as her father, so I might have seen him before.

After looking at it for a while, I had no impression at all, but suddenly I realized that when I saw my father and Elizabeth shopping, didn’t my father say that he was going to her house to discuss the college entrance examination with her parents? Why did she sound like her parents had passed away from what she said just now?

If what she said was true, then Dad must have lied. Dad must be so secretive, there must be something strange. Could it be that he is her client? Wow, if that’s the case, then Dad and I must have had sex with the same girl?

I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt a strong sense of jealousy in my heart.

Just as I was lost in thought, Elizabeth walked out of the room. She had put on her shoes, but her feet were bare and she wasn’t wearing socks. I guess she had cleaned herself up, as it must have been very uncomfortable to step into her shoes with a layer of thick semen on them.

I quickly put the photo down, pretended nothing had happened, gave a dry laugh, and tried to find something to say: “Have you finished your homework?”

Elizabeth ignored me and opened the door directly, then turned and looked at me, as if asking me to leave. I asked knowingly, “What do you mean?”

“Are you going to stay here overnight?”

In fact, I didn’t want to leave. Although she stepped on me with her cotton socks, I still felt a little unsatisfied. But seeing that she didn’t want to continue playing, I didn’t need to make myself bored.

I picked up my schoolbag and walked out the door. I couldn’t help but turn around and ask, “Do you live here alone?”

Elizabeth blinked her big eyes at me and didn’t answer.

I said goodbye and prepared to leave, but after taking two steps, I turned back and grinned, “Didn’t you say last time that you wanted to sleep with me? When is it?”

Elizabeth smiled slightly: “I was just kidding, you took it seriously.”

“No, you are such a person...” I said anxiously: “Why don’t you keep your word?”

“I never said I kept my word.”

Well, I met someone with thicker skin than me.

He took two steps, hesitated for a moment, turned around three times, and stammered, “Well ... then name a price.” I knew it was unfair to Patricia to do this, but I felt like I was under a spell and had an unreasonable impulse towards her.

“The price is too high. You can’t afford it.” Elizabeth said lightly.

“How do you know I can’t afford it? Just tell me how much it is first.”

“It has nothing to do with money.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“emotion.”

“emotion?”

“If you want to sleep with me, you have to be my boyfriend.” She leaned against the door frame and looked at me with a smile.

I was stunned and couldn’t help laughing: “Are you kidding? What’s the relationship between us? Let’s talk about money.”

She always speaks in a mixed way, with no logic at all, and it is impossible to tell which one is true and which one is false. Maybe she really likes me and is pursuing me in an alternative way?

To be honest, I like her a little bit. Who doesn’t like a cute little girl who looks like a doll?

But her mysterious behavioral logic is really creepy.

“If you want to sleep with me, you must be prepared to be responsible for me, otherwise forget it.” Elizabeth looked down at her toes. Although her voice was soft, her tone was firm, and she didn’t sound like she was joking.

“What tricks are you playing?” I smiled bitterly and said, “Stop playing tricks on me, okay?”

She leaned against the door with her hands behind her back, raised her head, and said with a smile: “Okay, I won’t play tricks on you. But I haven’t thought of the terms yet, so you can owe me the money first, and I’ll talk about it when I think of it.”

“Let’s just talk about the money directly. If you don’t make the conditions clear, I won’t be sure.”

With a bang, she slammed the door shut before I could finish. I was stunned for a while, then went home with a wry smile.

In the next half month, Elizabeth stopped bothering me. In addition, I had a heavy workload and gradually forgot about her. Mom still teased Dad from time to time, but it was obvious that their relationship had eased a lot. In order to reassure Dad, Mom even changed her permed hair back to a long curly style and still wore it in a bun when she went to work.

But I always feel that my father is not really jealous of my mother. Even I know that my mother can’t cheat. They have known each other for so many years, how can they not understand each other? Maybe my father’s anger is just a manifestation of his frustration and helplessness in middle age.

Anyway, all the middle-aged office workers in their company are like this. Compared with my mother’s handsome and vigorous life, they are just wasting their time. My father is still relatively good, at least he hasn’t started to lose his hair yet, while several colleagues of similar age are already half bald.

That night, my dad and mom both had social engagements, my sister wasn’t home from school, and I was home alone.

I ate something and planned to play some games to relax since no one was home, but then I received a text message from my mother with a detailed address asking me to pick her up there at 9:30.

My mother is usually busy with social events, and she is also a seasoned alcoholic. It’s just that she is not feeling well occasionally, and she uses me as a tool to escape. This is not the first time. I have no choice but to wait until the time is almost up, change clothes, leave home and go to the destination, Qiangui KTV.

When I got to the door, I called her as my mother taught me. After she picked up the phone, she pretended to ask me where I was. I said I was, and she asked me to come up.

When I entered the box, a young couple was hugging each other and singing “Love Until Death”, and there were about ten other people sitting around the table, rolling dice and drinking beer. When my mother saw me coming in, she stood up quickly. Maybe she drank too much, so she stood up too fast and almost fell down. A man next to her reached out to help her. My mother thanked him, pushed him away, and waved to me.

I hurried over to hold her arm, and the man stood up and said with a smile, “You left so early.”

“Something happened at home, so I have to leave first. You guys enjoy yourself.” Mom’s voice was a little unclear, and she seemed to have drunk quite a lot. No wonder she needed me to come to the rescue.

“What’s the matter? We’ll talk later.”

“Of course it’s a big deal. My son was so anxious that he came to find me.” As the mother said this, she picked up her bag and walked out of the rest area.

It was then that I noticed that the man who was talking was my mother’s old classmate, that damn Arthur. The other middle-aged man sitting on the sofa also looked familiar, and seemed to be my mother’s boss Arthur.

After exchanging some pleasantries with everyone, my mother held my arm and walked out. As soon as she walked out of the box, she seemed to fall apart. Half of her body was leaning on my shoulder, and she walked unsteadily, as if she was walking on cotton.

“Son ... why did you come just now? I...” Mom took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and said, “If you had come a little later, I would have been drunk by them.”

My mother was wearing a gray light gray professional suit with a narrow skirt, black velvet pantyhose, and black patent leather pointed stilettos. She was very sexy. The unique fragrance on her body, infused with alcohol, came to my face. Her face was very close to me, and the hot breath when she spoke rushed to my ears, making my heart itchy. The forbidden desire that was suppressed in my heart gradually rose.

I gently slapped her cheeks twice, then pretended to be calm and said, “Isn’t this according to the time you gave me? I came on time.” After a pause, I asked, “Mom, aren’t you known for your huge capacity for drinking? How much did you drink? You can’t even walk steadily.”

“We signed a big deal today, and the boss ... is going to treat us. Um...” Mom burped, retched, and almost vomited.

I quickly said, “Hey, hey, hey, please don’t vomit. If you vomit here, I will have to apologize to the person.”

Mom reached out and patted me on the back of my head. I lowered my head and saw that the top two buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned, the collar was wide open, and her white and plump breasts were squeezed together, pushing the clothes up high, revealing a sexy and attractive cleavage. Because of the posture, the right breast was on my arm, and I could feel the softness and elasticity of the breast flesh through the clothes.

I was afraid that I could not control myself. I wanted to watch but did not dare to watch more. I quickly helped my mother leave the KTV and hailed a taxi. But after we were able to go out, the wind blew and the alcohol took effect. After getting in the car, my mother leaned on me limply as if she had been poisoned by Ten Fragrance Softening Powder. Her long hair fell down and scratched my neck, making me feel numb and itchy.

Although I knew I shouldn’t, I couldn’t help but glance down. The beautiful legs in black stockings under the grey skirt were so sexy. If she wasn’t my mother, I think I really wouldn’t be able to help touching her.

I don’t know why, but the plot in the pornographic novel came to my mind again, where a drunk mother was secretly touched by her son, and then he took off her clothes piece by piece, lay between her legs, licked her vagina with his tongue until the honey juice overflowed, and secretly stuffed his hard cock into her...

Just as I was daydreaming uncontrollably, my mother suddenly murmured in a dreamy voice, “Son, what should I do with you?”

I was startled, as if I was caught doing something bad as a kid, and quickly clamped my legs together, trying my best to hide my erect penis.

“I ... what’s wrong with me?” I asked a little aggrieved.

Mom reached out and pinched my nose, snorting, “You’re naughty, you ... are disobedient.”

“No, why am I disobedient? I was studying hard at home. Just send me a message and I’ll come pick you up right away. I...”

Halfway through my words, my mother slapped me on the face and muttered, “You call this obedience?

And you still talk back!”

Well! It’s useless to say anything now. Any sweet words are so pale and powerless in the face of absolute force.

After getting off the taxi, I slung my bag over my arm and helped my mother walk home. After entering the house, I didn’t even bother to change her shoes, and directly helped her to the bedroom. Because she was so drunk, my mother fell headfirst onto the bed.

My father hadn’t come home yet. I stood by the bed, wiping the sweat off my forehead, and looked at my mother who was lying on her back on the bed, not knowing what to do.

I saw my mother’s long black hair scattered on the bed, her cheeks flushed, and her red lips slightly open; I don’t know when, the buttons of her suit coat were unbuttoned, her chest was wide open, her shirt was messy, revealing her snow-white and slender neck; her breasts seemed to be unaffected by gravity, even when she was lying flat, they were still so round and firm, full like melons, rising and falling with her breathing; the black high-heeled shoes with pointed toes and thin heels were still worn on her feet, and the beautiful black legs under the gray skirt were tightly closed and curled inward, the curves of her calves were soft, and the tight black stockings revealed the flesh-colored skin underneath, which was indescribably tempting.

I just felt my mouth dry, swallowed involuntarily, stared at my mother lying drunkenly on the bed for a moment, and suddenly remembered that people who drink alcohol will be thirsty, so I turned around and poured a cup of hot water and put it beside the bed. Then I stared at the black high heels on my mother’s feet for a long time. I felt itchy in my heart, but I didn’t dare to touch it. In the past, when my mother was drunk, I could touch her generously, but now I have some psychological barriers.

After hesitating for a while, a voice suddenly popped up in my mind, saying that if I didn’t take off my shoes before going to bed, the sheets would be dirty. I knew it was just an excuse, but it did relieve my psychological pressure.

I went over and carefully lifted up my mother’s beautiful feet, muttering “Don’t dirty the bed” and gently took off her high heels. Looking at her round and lovely silk stockings, I was hesitating whether to touch them secretly, when my mother suddenly sat up and grabbed my ears, which hurt me so much that I cried out “Ouch”. I felt cold in my heart, thinking that my mother was deliberately pretending to be drunk to set a trap for me, but I saw her staggering and drunken, obviously not pretending.

“What ... do you want to do?” Mom narrowed her eyes and shook her head from side to side.

I quickly explained: “I ... I’ll take off your shoes. You can’t sleep with your shoes on. Ouch ... it hurts!”

Before she finished speaking, my mother pulled me back by the ear, and I fell onto the bed with her. My mother and I were face to face, almost touching each other, and the alcohol mixed with the aroma made me even more confused.

Mom was still pulling my ears, her eyes were hazy and almost slitted, and she smiled in a daze: “Don’t ... think I don’t know what you ... are thinking. You ... are sick.”

I don’t know whether my mother was really drunk or just pretending, but her ears really hurt. She struggled and begged for mercy, “Okay, okay, I’m sick, I’m sick. Please let go first ... Oh, oh, oh ... let go.”

Mom twisted it harder and harder, her eyes were hazy, and a weird smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: “You ... stole my ... stole my stockings, what did you do?”

“Nothing, I didn’t do anything!”

“You ... do you think your mom ... is a fool? What do those novels ... hidden in your phone ... mean?”

I exclaimed in my heart, and suddenly remembered that I had downloaded a bunch of pornographic texts on my phone, including many about mothers and sons. I forgot to delete them after reading them. My mother must have found out.

“Tell me ... tell me, are you ... in love with your mother? Do you ... do you ... like me wearing stockings?”

I was shocked and a little amused. People who are drunk really dare to say anything. All the problems that I usually keep in my heart were blurted out at once under the influence of alcohol.

“I ... a little. But I don’t just like you wearing stockings. I like other beauties wearing stockings as well.” Anyway, she might not remember it when she wakes up tomorrow, so I might as well tell her the truth. I’ve been holding it in my heart for a long time anyway, and I’m a little depressed.