Chapter 2

When I got up in the morning, my mother was still asleep. I went to the bathroom to check. It was the same as last night. It seemed that my mother hadn’t noticed yet. I didn’t care. I brushed my teeth, scrubbed my face, and headed to school.

School life is actually very interesting, studying, bragging, teasing female classmates ... I soon became addicted to it.

I can be said to be focused or heartless. I am easily attracted by the things in front of me, and other things are easily put aside. So, it is actually very simple for me to divert my abnormal desire for my mother. Just don’t live with her. No matter how beautiful my mother is, if she is not with me, I will easily be attracted by other things. But if we live together, there is no way. I said that I am easily attracted by the things in front of me, and my mother’s beauty always appears in front of me.

I had a fight yesterday and the news spread throughout the class today. During break, I excitedly boasted about yesterday’s story to my friends.

“At that time, I used the Wind God Kick and kicked him eight feet away. Then I chased the wind in the wind, following his retreating body, and then I used the Tathagata Worshipping Buddha move and hit him directly on the head. Tsk tsk...”

“Adam, cut him in the middle...” My buddy Edward was very considerate.

“You don’t understand, this is a fight between two masters...” He was interrupted before he could finish his words.

“Adam, you are the best in the world.” The speaker is a girl in the class named Fiona. She is very pretty, with short hair, and studies street dance. She is very heroic, but she is usually carefree.

Her tone was a little sarcastic, but I didn’t pay attention to it. I just answered according to her mood: “Today, today.”

“Today? Adam, you mean you’re going to pick my plate again today, right?” Fiona rolled her eyes.

She seemed to be next to me yesterday, but I really didn’t notice whose plate I snatched. After all, I was a little scared at the time, so I left in a hurry after beating the person.

“Hey, it’s your plate. Sorry, I didn’t notice it at that time. I’ll treat you to dinner another day.” Another day means forget it. Although she is good-looking, she is not my type. She acts like a man all day long. She is not as attractive as my mother.

“Don’t do it another time. You were very manly when you beat me up. What? You want to deny it now? Let me tell you, I was hungry the whole afternoon yesterday.” Fiona obviously knew what was going on.

“Okay, then at noon today, I will let the whole world know that the school cafeteria is contracted by you.” I didn’t take it seriously. It’s just a meal. The key point is that I like girls with long hair. Long flowing hair looks so feminine.

“Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you sent me away to the cafeteria?” Fiona’s heroic little face was filled with sarcasm.

“Yeah, Adam, people were enjoying their meal, and you threw the plate away. I’m afraid they won’t be able to have a good meal in the cafeteria.” Edward, the little fat boy, enjoyed watching the fun.

I was really tempted by her. I tilted my head and looked at Fiona, smiling, “Okay, then you decide what to do.”

The girl smiled like a mouse that had successfully stolen oil, “Hey, I finally caught it. It’s Sunday at noon, at Yuanda Plaza, there’s a seafood buffet.”

I couldn’t hold on to my smile. I knew that seafood buffet in Yuanda was over 100 yuan per person, so for two people that was nearly 400 yuan, which was my pocket money for more than a month. They were not trying to eat my food, they were trying to drink my blood. But the words had already been spoken, and everyone around was laughing at me, so I couldn’t go back on my word.

“Okay, seafood buffet.” I gritted my teeth.

Fiona looked at my grim expression and said cheerfully, “Oh, Adam is quite rich. I just said that casually. Now that you said it, I can’t not give you face, right? It’s settled then.”

Edward, the little fat boy, was still cheering on the side: “ Adam, why don’t you invite me? You can’t put women before friends.”

“Get out of here. You can’t lose weight even in the cafeteria, and you still want to eat at the seafood buffet? Are you worthy of it?” I’m used to joking with him, so I say whatever I want.

Edward was not angry, he smiled and said, “How am I not worthy? Oh~~~ I see, I disturbed Adam and Fiona’s date. Of course I am not worthy.”

Fiona is indeed a very good person. She didn’t get angry when the fat boy teased her. She smiled and retorted: “Not bad, not bad. You are very self-aware.”

In just a few words, the matter was settled. But poor my wallet, I have to live a tight life again.

Until I got home from school in the afternoon, I still didn’t understand why I was so obsessed with face? Can’t I just treat her to a canteen? After thinking for a long time, it was because of Fiona. Although I was not very interested in her, it was not realistic to say that I had no interest at all. But I really couldn’t bear to spend a month’s living expenses for this little interest. In the final analysis, as a man, you can’t lose face in front of a beautiful woman.

I pondered all the way until I was almost home when I realized that this was not right. The key point now was: how did my mother react after yesterday? I didn’t care about the other mess.

When I opened the door, my mother had indeed come home and was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

“Mom, I’m back.” I quietly observed my mother’s expression and didn’t see anything unusual.

“You’re back, Adam.” Mom said as if nothing had happened. “Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? I made you some soup, which is warming up on the stove.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, “I’m a little hungry. I’ll go eat something first.” The high school cafeteria didn’t have much oil, so I often went home for a snack.

I went to the bathroom and sure enough, it was clean and the clothes were gone. You know, clothes at home used to be left there for two or three days.

The atmosphere at home was a little silent at night. During dinner, I saw my mother often had an expression of wanting to say something but not being able to, and I was secretly proud of myself. My mother was traditional in character and had a thin skin. She would never tell her son about such things.

I don’t think she would have dared to tell my dad. What? Your son got hard while massaging me, and then used my stockings to masturbate? And he ended up cumming all over my stockings?

After finishing my homework, I walked out of the room and my mother had already returned to her room. She never came so early before. She would chat with me every day, asking about my studies and work. I would joke with her and occasionally give her a massage. Of course, these are the results of my hard work in the past two years.

I went to the bathroom to wash up, but there was nothing in it. I looked at the washing machine, which was also empty. It seemed that everything had been put into the room.

Now, stockings, lingerie, massage, chatting ... everything is gone.

But I’m not in a hurry, really not.

After washing up, I looked at my mother’s closed door and walked to the shoe cabinet in the hallway. I took out a pair of 5cm stilettos, black patent leather, which looked pretty good. My mother has an academic conference tomorrow, and she doesn’t have many high heels, so she will definitely wear this pair to the meeting.

I put my nose into the shoe. Different from the light smell of silk stockings, there was a slight smell of sweat and acid, mixed with a strong smell of leather. I inhaled it into my body and hit my mind. My penis was also gushing with blood at this time, and it stood up instantly. I put my penis into my mother’s high heels and moved it gently. To be honest, it was not comfortable, but more of a psychological satisfaction for my foot fetish.

Since they were not as smooth and easy to masturbate as stockings, I took the high heels back to the room, took out my cell phone, found some of my treasured mother-son novels, and slowly started masturbating.

I lay on my side on the bed, placed one of my mother’s high-heeled shoes between my mouth and nose, and the other next to my penis. I held the mobile phone in my left hand and began to slowly masturbate with my right hand.

I greedily absorbed the rich scent of my mother’s high heels, and my right hand began to gradually accelerate.

Mom, didn’t you take all the stockings? How about I cum in your shoes?

Mom, why don’t you use your little feet to clamp my dick? How about I fuck your high heels?

Mom, why don’t you let my cock fuck your tits? Why don’t you let me slap your face with my cock? Why don’t you use your stocking feet to catch my cum?

I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue and lick the inside of my mother’s high heels. It was a little salty, and my right hand moved faster and faster. Mom, this is where you put your feet. I’m going to cum in your high heels. I want your feet to be soaked in my semen...

“Hmm~~~” I groaned, and a large stream of thick semen shot into my mother’s high heels, one stream after another...

I wiped my glans clean with paper and lay on the bed to rest for a while. Then I put my mother’s high heels back to their original place, but I still didn’t clean up the semen in the shoes.

It doesn’t matter if she finds out, this is exactly my purpose. After putting away the stockings, can you also put so many shoes into the room?

It’s better if she doesn’t find out. It’s exciting to think about my mother’s white feet stepping on my dirty semen. Besides, as long as it happens more often, she will find out. Then, mother, what will you do now?

My heart was pounding and I fell into a deep sleep thinking about my mother’s beautiful body.

...

The next day at school, nothing happened except studying. I kept in touch with Fiona, who used to be just an ordinary classmate who would occasionally make jokes with me. Today, during the physical education class, she saw me sweating profusely, and she specially offered me some water, saying, “You are the one who is going to treat me to a big meal, so you are my buddy. Is it weird that I am nice to them?”

This girl is weird, is she in love with me? Although she is not my type, I am not against her because she is so pretty. Of course, I am joking. Although her personality is a bit like a boy, she is pretty and can dance hip-hop. How cool! There are a lot of people who like her openly or secretly, and I have nothing to do with it.

When I got home from evening self-study, my mother was still alone. My father would be home the day after tomorrow.

“Mom, I’m back.” Why do I feel like I’m going to the battlefield every time I go home these days?

Mom didn’t answer, and I was shocked. She was really angry. I observed silently, and sure enough, the high heels had been touched. It seemed that Mom had already found out. I just didn’t know if Mom was wearing them.

I took a quick glance and saw that my mother’s face looked indifferent, like the calm before the storm.

“Adam, come here.” Mom looked puzzled.

I stood obediently in front of my mother, lowered my head and said nothing.

“Pa.” With a sudden crisp sound, I was slapped hard in the face.

“Adam, you are so brave.” My mother’s angry eyes stared at me.

I was stunned by the slap. My parents had never hit me since junior high school, let alone slapping me. I covered my slapped face with my hands. I said nothing, but my heart was filled with panic. I didn’t expect my mother to react so strongly.

“Are you still a human being? Adam, tell me, are you still a human being? Tell me, what are you doing?” In the mother’s eyes, besides anger, there is also deep disappointment. “Speak up, what’s wrong, are you embarrassed? Aren’t you usually very talkative? Speak!”

I still said nothing. What could I say? Say that I masturbated with your stockings and shoes? I had the nerve to do such a thing, but now I am really embarrassed to say it out loud.

“What on earth are you thinking about all day long? I was wondering why your grades are getting worse and worse. Are you thinking about all those messed up things all day long? And you can’t concentrate. I don’t think you can concentrate. I didn’t realize you were so abnormal before...” Mom scolded me for a long time. Seeing that I didn’t say anything, she snorted coldly: “Huh, why don’t you say anything? Do you still feel embarrassed? Why didn’t you feel embarrassed when you did it? Huh?”