Chapter 4

It’s a new day again, but without a new mood. I was a bit confused the whole day, even in class. This time I really couldn’t concentrate.

In the evening, after the first evening self-study class, I met Fiona in the grove as usual, and I hugged her in silence.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Fiona obviously noticed that something was wrong with me.

“Don’t talk, okay? I want to hold you like this.” I hugged Fiona quietly, using one woman’s warmth to heal the pain brought by another woman. I am such a scumbag.

Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, the bell for the second evening self-study get out of class rang.

“Are you ... okay?” Fiona was a little worried.

“It’s okay, something happened at home.” I shook my head and put a smile on my face again.

“Stop laughing, it’s uglier than crying.” Fiona was still carefree.

This made me feel much better: “Thank you, Fiona.”

“As for my boyfriend, it’s okay to pamper him a little.” Fiona said generously.

This time I really laughed, pinched her face, and said,” Fiona is domineering.”

“That’s right.” Fiona wiped her nose, looking very handsome.

“Okay, Fiona, go home first and don’t make your family wait anxiously.”

Fiona’s parents would pick her up from evening self-study at a fixed time every day. In our high school, the first evening self-study was mandatory, and the second evening self-study was optional for day students. So we would meet after the first evening self-study every time.

As I watched her walk away, I gathered my thoughts and prepared to go home. It was just a rejection, wasn’t it? It was no big deal. There was still a lot of time and opportunities. I could just start over.

I opened the door, but didn’t shout out the familiar words “Mom, I’m back.”

There was no one in the living room, but the light from my mother’s bedroom shone through the crack in the door, letting me know she was home. Shaking my head, I walked towards my room.

At this moment, my mother’s bedroom door suddenly opened, and she appeared at the door with an icy indifference on her face. “Call me when you finish your English homework. Also, the food is in the refrigerator. Heat it up yourself if you want to eat.” After that, she closed the door with a bang.

I touched my nose and thought, okay, although I felt sad, I knew it was all my own fault. I ignored her and went back to my room, threw down my schoolbag, and looked under my pillow. I had forgotten about this yesterday.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that the tissue containing the semen and the comic book were gone. I was actually a little scared of that comic book.

I went to the toilet as usual, but I saw something unexpected.

My mother’s clothes suddenly caught my eye, including her underwear and stockings.

I don’t know what I was feeling at that moment, but my nose suddenly felt sore and tears started flowing again.

Is this motherly love? Can you tolerate me even though I am like this?

At this moment, I don’t have any desire for my mother’s clothes in my heart. What I have is only deep love and guilt for my mother.

After crying silently for a while, I washed my face and returned to my room, deciding in my heart: Mom, I must make you happy. After taking a few deep breaths, I began to do my English homework seriously.

I was really serious this time. There was not a single mistake. Every wrong question had a confusing difficulty. Although these difficulties were nothing to me, it was amazing that I got them all right. Well, at least, let my mother be happy.

I knocked on the door with my homework in hand. Mom quickly opened the door, but her face was still cold. She took the homework and saw that I didn’t move. She said coldly: “Why are you standing there? Do your homework.”

I had no choice but to go back to my room and finish my other homework. In fact, most high school homework has answers, and teachers usually don’t correct them seriously, so my mother can help me check my English homework quickly.

Soon, the sound of the door opening was heard.

I didn’t look up and pretended to study very hard.

My mother didn’t say anything either. She walked closer to me and watched me do my homework quietly.

Soon, I was immersed in the ocean of mathematics. Experienced friends should know that once you start working on a big math problem, it is really difficult to stop.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally figured out the answer. I stretched and breathed a long sigh of relief, then I remembered that my mother was still next to me.

“Mom, when did you come in?”

Mom didn’t respond. She sat down at the desk and pointed at my wrong English question. “Look, this reading question ... why did you choose C?”

“I don’t understand the meaning of this word, so I guess...” Smelling my mother’s body fragrance, I just felt very warm at this moment, but I still couldn’t help wanting to get closer to her.

“Look, isn’t it saying...”

My mother, who was teaching the subject seriously, lost her indifference and did not notice that my calf was already against her. However, I looked at my mother’s beautiful face with a serious look, and my penis stood up unconsciously again ... I am such a hopeless bastard.

“Okay, that’s all. Finish your homework and go to bed early.”

After quickly explaining the few wrong questions, Mom stood up and left. Perhaps she didn’t even notice that her expression had gradually softened.

“Mom.” I called her.

“What’s wrong?” Mom looked back.

“Thank you.” I looked into her eyes, not knowing whether to thank her for her tutoring or for her stockings.

My mother obviously understood what I meant, she glared at me fiercely and turned away. However, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I seemed to see that my mother’s ears were slightly red.

I finished my homework quickly and kept the stockings that my mother wore today. I didn’t use them. I just hugged them and fell asleep like I was hugging my mother.

...

In the next two days, my mother was still indifferent to me. Neither my mother nor I mentioned the pair of stockings I had collected. Every day, my mother’s newly changed clothes and my favorite stockings would appear in the bathroom. As mentioned earlier, my mother does not wear stockings every day, but in spring and autumn, a long skirt with a pair of stockings is really suitable. So, thank you for the April weather. But I did not move, and I held back, first to leave a good impression on my mother, and second to have an appointment on the weekend, so I could save my energy.

It was Sunday and I got up early. Today was the day that Fiona and I got better together, and it was also the day I said goodbye to my virginity.

When I came to the living room, I was stunned by the scenery in front of me.

Mom tied her hair into a ponytail and was exercising on the treadmill.

A pair of black sports shorts tightly wrapped around my mother’s buttocks, revealing her snow-white and plump thighs. Her long white legs shone as she ran. She only wore a gray sports bra on her upper body. My mother’s slender waist appeared in front of me for the first time, and her breasts swayed slightly with her movements.

I was mesmerized for a moment.

My mother was wearing headphones and had her back to the bedroom door, so she obviously didn’t notice me.

I don’t know how long it took, but my mother finally stopped, wiped her sweat with a towel, and got off the treadmill. At this time, she finally noticed me.

Seeing my dazed look, my mother obviously realized that her outfit was a little too seductive. She was a little embarrassed for a moment, forgetting her indifference all along, and took the initiative to speak:

“Why did you get up so early today?”

I came to my senses and didn’t hear what she said clearly. I could only say, “Running? I always thought the treadmill at home was just for decoration.”

I hate it so much. Why did I always sleep in during the holidays? I missed something.

My mother glanced at me with an unnatural look in her eyes: “Well, let’s exercise for a while. I’ll go take a shower first.” After that, she walked away from my sight quickly with her long white legs.

I noticed that my mother’s eyes were not right, and then I realized that I was only wearing a pair of underwear, and my penis had already been erected. The morning is a time when blood is boiling, plus I was thinking about what happened with Fiona today, and I had been looking at my mother’s beautiful body for a long time. Under these three factors, my penis almost broke my underwear.