Chapter 1

What a bad day today.

Since junior high school, I have never been asked by the teacher to ask my parents to come to school, but it happened today, and at such a critical moment.

The teacher said, “It was just a fight, wasn’t it necessary to ask the parents to come?” It made my mother and I embarrassed.

I didn’t know if my mother would be angry, so I stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, but finally opened the door and went home. The lights were on at home, and my mother was the only one sitting on the sofa watching TV. My father was on a business trip and would not be home for a few days. My mother was still wearing the black suit skirt she wore during the day, with a serious face. When she saw me coming back, she turned off the TV.

To be honest, my mother looks really good when she is angry, with her eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking a little cold and beautiful. Of course, the main reason is that she is good-looking. She has delicate features, clear contours, fair skin, and most importantly, a good temperament. Her eyes are like a clear spring. You can’t stare at them, or you will be easily trapped.

But no matter how beautiful it is, I don’t dare to look at it closely now.

“Mom, I’m back.” I pretended nothing happened.

“Come here and sit down.” Mom’s voice was calm, but there was a hint of anger in it.

I do feel a little nervous, but fortunately my mother is reasonable and not the kind of mother who does things without knowing right from wrong. I am in the right today and I feel confident.

Sitting on the sofa next to my mother, intimidated by her aura, I lowered my head and said, “Mom, I’m sorry.”

However, my eyes inappropriately noticed my mother’s small feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. The stockings as thin as a cicada’s wing wrapped around her crystal white and tender feet. Even the faint blood vessels on the instep told of endless temptation.

Cute, thought through.

With a “bang”, my mother slapped the table and said coldly, “Look at me.”

Huh! I was so surprised. I was just admiring her beautiful feet in stockings. My temper instantly rose. I looked up and stared into her eyes, pretending to be serious: “Mom, I’m sorry.”

“How have you treated me so badly?” Mom still had no expression on her face, and it was obvious that she was still angry.

“I’ve embarrassed you.” Staring into my mother’s eyes was really a trap. Even though there was anger hidden in them, I still felt a little depressed.

Mom’s face suddenly darkened, and she said sternly, “Is it something embarrassing? Ah? Adam, you’ve become more capable, right? You’ve learned how to fight, right? You don’t study hard all day long, and you just make trouble for me. I can’t control you when your dad is not at home, right? Why did you hit people?”

My mother rarely gets angry, so I couldn’t handle it, so I quickly explained, “Mom, it’s not hitting someone, it’s just a fight. Didn’t the teacher tell you? It’s not my fault.”

The mother mocked, “Isn’t it your fault? You beat the boy so hard that he was sent to the hospital for examination, but there were no footprints on your body. I found you to be quite capable, but I didn’t notice it before.” After a pause, she explained, “I didn’t have time to ask for details. The boy ‘s parents were in a hurry to take their child to the hospital for examination, so I followed Xueer.”

When I heard that the boy was admitted to the hospital, I couldn’t help laughing: “It’s like this, I was queuing up for food in the cafeteria today, and that boy ran in front of me to cut in line. I told him very gentlemanly: classmate, please go to the back of the line. But the boy looked at me and ignored me. Several classmates in the class were watching from the side. Mom, do you think I can tolerate him?”

My mother’s tone softened a little: “Don’t be so playful with me. So, you beat him up?”

I am a person who is very good at observing people’s expressions. Seeing that my mother’s anger had gradually subsided, I continued to say with a smile:

“I am a gentleman, how can I just do it casually? I just persuaded him and pulled him out of the line. Who knew that the bastard suddenly pushed me hard after I pulled him out, and I was accidentally pushed down. Dozens of people around looked over at once, and many of them were classmates. Mom, what can I do? If I endure it, how can I survive in the class in the future?”

My mother already understood the reason for the incident and taunted me with a smile:

“Tsk, I think you are quite a scoundrel. What are you going to do? Don’t you say you are a gentleman? A gentleman uses words instead of fists.”

“A gentleman talks, not fights. Once he does, he leaves no one alive.” I said with a smile while standing behind my mother, massaging her shoulders in a flattering manner. Then I continued, “I stood up and kicked him, and then I grabbed a dinner plate and put it on his head. Haha, mom, didn’t you see that the soup was all over his body.”

While talking, I couldn’t help but glance at my mother’s chest. I stood behind my mother and looked down at her. I could barely see her white breasts and deep cleavage through her collar. My mother’s breasts are very big. According to my estimation, at least E, she doesn’t wear underwear at home occasionally, and they don’t look saggy. I think they are very straight. Not only her breasts, but her whole figure is very good. There is no fat on her abdomen, and her butt is round and straight, which is commonly known as peach buttocks. Unlike the chopstick legs that many girls pursue, my mother’s thighs are plump, but her calves are not bloated, which is very similar to the figure in some cartoons.

I once saw a news article online about an artist named BIYA. Some people complained that the body proportions of the characters she drew were too exaggerated and not in line with reality at all. It turned out that she drew the characters based on the real person and posted her own photos, and there was basically no difference between her big breasts and fat buttocks in the comics, which shocked the netizens.

My mother’s figure is the same. She usually wears conservative clothes outside and it’s not so obvious. But sometimes when I’m not careful at home, it’s the end of me. It can be said that from her appearance to her figure, my mother has all the points. I think it’s forgivable to take advantage of her.

Looking at my mother’s deep cleavage, I didn’t stop talking: “The boy was stunned by my beating. I chased him and kicked him twice. Before he could recover, I quickly fled the scene of the crime. Unexpectedly, I was caught by the teacher.”

Mom snorted coldly: “I didn’t realize you had such a bad temper. I thought you were a good boy at home.”

I flattered him: “Of course I am a good boy at home, but I dare not lose my temper in front of you.”

“Stop talking nonsense to me. Come here and stop pressing.” My mother pulled me in front of her and said sternly, “Let’s forget about it today. From now on, no more fighting. Do you hear me?”

“Okay, got it.”

“If there is a next time, you will see how I will deal with you.”

“Uh-huh, absolutely not.”

My mother looked at me pretending to be well-behaved and waved her hand helplessly, “Okay, go back to your room and study.”

“Yes, command.”

Back in the room, I let out a long sigh. Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Unfortunately, I had been planning this for a long time and finally mustered up the courage to take the first step today. Now it seems that I have to wait for the next opportunity.

My name is Adam, I am 18 years old and a sophomore in high school. I had good grades in junior high school. In my spare time, I liked to read some novels, online novels, world classics, and all kinds of things. Because of my good grades, my parents were relatively simple in disciplining me. Simply put, I came into contact with pornographic novels.

When I first saw a mother-son incest novel, I rejected it in my heart, but I couldn’t help my curiosity, and perhaps there was a hint of taboo pleasure that I couldn’t explain. After hesitating, I finally clicked in. From that day on, my filial piety towards my mother began to gradually deteriorate. It’s not all my fault. Who made my mother so attractive? I always have an interest in women, and my mother is the most attractive woman I have ever seen. In addition, there are endless incest pornographic articles on the Internet, so it’s hard for me not to have thoughts about my mother.

Mom’s nameMy mother’s name is Diana. She was born in 1981. She is 186 cm tall and 38 years old this year. She gave birth to me at the age of 22 and then went on to study for a master’s degree. Then she chose to stay in school. Now she is a teacher of classical literature in the Chinese Department of Oriental University. My love of reading has been influenced by her to a certain extent.

Because my mother is very beautiful, her classes are very popular. There are male students who are not from the major who come to every class just to catch a glimpse of her. My father is even a little jealous.

My dad and my mom started dating in college. My dad is two years older than my mom. They dated for four years, and as soon as my mom graduated, they couldn’t wait to get married and have kids. My dad once joked with my mom and me, “Your mom is so beautiful, we have to take the initiative. What if she gets snatched away by another man?”

My father studied science and has been working in a factory since graduation. He is now the deputy director of the quality management department. His salary and benefits are good, but the only downside is that he has to travel a lot. He has to go out of town every now and then to communicate with customers about quality issues, which causes my mother to complain all the time.

I was very serious about doing my homework. Before I knew it, it was already 10 o’clock. I put away my homework and saw that it was still early. I couldn’t help but think of my plan again. I was unwilling to wait until next time; I was not sure if I would start right away. Forget it, I went out to see what was going on.

Checking in the room, the living room was dimly lit, with only a table lamp next to the sofa on. My mother had finished washing up and was now reclining on the sofa reading a book, wearing a burgundy silk suspender nightgown. When she saw me come out, she casually asked, “Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?”

“I’m not hungry. I’ll just have a glass of milk later.” Looking at my mother’s body lying flat, my heartbeat quickened and my penis rose slightly. The white and tender skin on my mother’s shoulders shone brightly under the light of the desk lamp. The wine-red silk suspenders barely covered her plump breasts. The two points on her chest were slightly protruding. I could see a little bit of breast flesh from this angle. The curve of the pajamas fell along my mother’s chest, crossed her flat belly, covered the mysterious triangle area, and slightly showed an arc on her thighs, and finally came to the end. The flawless white calves and beautiful feet were finally exposed, overlapping each other, telling of endless temptation. The lights had dimmed here, adding a hint of indescribable beauty in the haze.

I have seen this beautiful scene for many years, but I can never get enough of it. After changing into slippers, I dare not stare at it any longer, and walk into the bathroom to use the toilet first.

After I finished peeing happily, I looked at the clothes piled on the hanger and carefully flipped through them. I found the treasure that my mother had hidden underneath: her white cotton underwear and a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose that were as thin as a cicada’s wing.

I first buried my face in my mother’s underwear, took a deep breath, and a faint milky fragrance came to me. I sighed with satisfaction. Then I picked up the underwear and put it close to my face. A fishy smell lingered in my nose. My penis had unconsciously become erect at this time. I stretched out my tongue and licked the secretions on the underwear. To be honest, the taste was not good, a little salty and a little astringent, so I always tasted it briefly, but I don’t know why, every time I couldn’t help it, I always licked it. Maybe, licking it is like licking my mother’s mysterious little hole.

Alas, it’s a pity that my mother always dresses so conservatively, and her underwear is always made of cotton, without any new styles. Sighing and putting down the underwear, I finally picked up my mother’s stockings.

The texture of stockings is delicate and smooth, and you can tell they are high-end products as soon as you touch them. When I was in junior high school, I started to masturbate secretly with my mother’s stockings. At that time, I thought all stockings were like that. Later, I accidentally touched the stockings that cost ten yuan a pair and realized that not all stockings can produce true essence.

With one hand, I lifted the top of the stockings above my head, allowing the pair of flesh-colored stockings to naturally fit against my face. The touch was extremely silky and the smell was very light. I took a deep breath and there was a faint smell of sweat and leather mixed together. It was not as sour and smelly as described in many pornographic novels.

At this time my cock was about to explode, but I didn’t take any further action. I put my underwear and stockings back to their original positions and said to myself silently: “Don’t be impatient.” I felt that the time had come and I didn’t want to delay any longer. My plan will take the first step tonight.

It has been almost three years since I learned to masturbate in the second year of junior high school. It has also been almost two years since I could not resist the temptation and masturbated with my mother’s underwear and stockings. I am no longer satisfied with just using my mother’s clothes to vent. I have thought it through. I want you, mother. I want to kiss your slender legs, lick your delicate feet, knead your plump breasts, spread your perky buttocks, and penetrate your mysterious flesh hole.

I know that this wish is not easy, and it can even be said to be unrealistic. Reality is not a pornographic novel, and there won’t be so many ambiguous coincidences. My mother is not the unprincipled mother in the novel. I must take the initiative, otherwise this will always be just a distant and absurd dream.

The initial inspiration for the plan did come from pornographic novels. My grades, indeed, are always the most important concern of my parents. As a result, my grades gradually dropped from the top few in the class at the beginning of the first year of high school to outside the top 30 in the class now.

At first, I simply thought that my grades would drop and then improve, and I could blackmail my mother with my grades. Later, the more I thought about it, the more unreliable it seemed. After a year of tinkering, the plan was finally completed.

Of course grades are important, but they can only be a catalyst. The key is maternal love.

Although my mother is very strict with me, she also loves me very much. After all, she is the only child in the family. My mother doesn’t have much social interaction. She usually goes home directly after get off work. Her job as a university lecturer is relatively easy, so she naturally puts all her energy on me. My father is busy with work, so my homework has basically been tutored by my mother since I was a child. What’s more, I am smart and filial. Except for my academic performance in the past year, there is nothing that makes her dissatisfied.

Logically speaking, I have entered the rebellious period and should have a bad relationship with my parents, but who can make me have lustful thoughts? Naturally, I give in to her in many aspects. But over the past year, I am really annoyed and can’t help it. Because of my declining grades, my mother has been more and more strict with me. She controls everything, forbids me to play with my phone, forbids me to read novels, and keeps nagging me for the slightest mistake ... Fortunately, I know how to win mentally. Every time I get angry with my mother, I always imagine myself riding on her in the dead of night, and then taking her underwear to retaliate...