Chapter 6

It was already noon when I woke up the next day.

After lunch, my mother and I planned to go out for a walk, but we were worried about traffic jams. After discussing for a long time, we finally decided to go to the movies and go shopping for some clothes.

After the discussion, my mother went to wash the dishes. My mother was wearing a pink apron, which was a bit cute. I couldn’t help but imagine my mother wearing an apron naked, with her snow-white body wearing a pink apron and her white buttocks raised waiting for me to insert. It was exciting just to think about it.

No, it’s getting bigger. A smile appeared on my lips, and I suddenly had an idea.

While my mother was not paying attention, I went to the door and took a pair of my mother’s black high heels. The heels were not high, only 3-5 cm. According to the black trousers and short sleeves that my mother wore today, I guessed that my mother would wear these shoes to go out later.

Then I went to the bathroom and got the stockings that my mother wore yesterday. I went back to the room and locked the door. I lay on the bed, the delicate flesh-colored stockings stimulated my sense of touch, and I imagined hugging my mother’s soft body last night. While sucking on the toes of my mother’s stockings, I began to use the stockings to stroke my penis.

I was very horny in the morning and hadn’t ejaculated for a long time. I could hear my mother’s urging voice outside.

“I’m leaving now, what are you still doing?”

Hearing my mother’s voice, I became even more excited. I couldn’t help but speed up my hands and said, “Wait a minute, it will be ready soon.”

Mom turned the doorknob but didn’t open it, and didn’t think about anything else. “Why is the door still locked? Hurry up.”

My heart was beating wildly. Mom was just outside the door, and I was sucking her stockings and stroking my cock into her. Almost immediately, thick white sperm shot out violently and hit Mom’s high heels. I panted and responded to Mom: “Coming ... Coming soon...”

I don’t know if my mother sensed something, but she left the room without saying anything else.

Listening to the footsteps of my mother leaving, I slowly panted, wiped the glans with a pair of stockings, threw it on the bed, and didn’t clean it up. After resting for a while, I put on my pants and looked out the door. I didn’t see my mother, so I immediately put the high heels filled with my semen back into the hallway. After doing everything, I shouted, “Mom, I’m ready, let’s go.”

Mom came out of her bedroom, changed into a long-sleeved white shirt, matched with the black casual trousers she wore before, exuding an indescribable intellectual beauty. However, her towering chest pressed tightly against the shirt, forming a graceful arc, which slightly revealed a hint of lust in this intellectual beauty.

“Let’s go.” Mom walked towards the hallway step by step, step by step towards the pair of high heels filled with semen.

“Mom, you look really elegant in this outfit today.” I tried to divert my mother’s attention, and my cock, which had just softened, was rising slightly again.

Hearing my praise, my mother laughed and scolded, “You’re so smooth-talking.” As she spoke, she stretched out her little feet wearing ultra-thin boat socks and put them into the pair of black high heels.

Yes, it’s this pair, I shouted in my heart, not yet, not this one...

I watched as my mother stretched out her other foot and gently stepped into the high-heeled shoe that was just filled with my hot semen...

It’s overflowing, the semen is overflowing, my mother’s feet are squeezing my semen and it is overflowing ... The white semen overflows from my mother’s feet and slowly flows down her black high heels, so obvious, so obscene.

The cock that had just been relieved was hard and hot again, even hard enough to hurt. My heart was roaring, and my brain had lost its mind...

“Adam!” Mom’s eyebrows were raised and she shouted sternly, “What did you do?” While scolding, she took out her feet and wiped them hard on the blanket where her shoes were placed.

“I ... I didn’t know you would wear these shoes.” I argued weakly.

“You don’t know shit!” Mom’s beautiful eyes were filled with anger, her face was ashen. “I think you know too much! It was the same before, I didn’t tell you, but you still pushed it further.”

It seems that dry semen and wet semen have different effects on my mother. I was speechless and didn’t dare to say anything.

“You’re so lucky that your shoes are so dirty. You’re a pervert.” Mom was so angry that her breathing became heavy, but her little feet were still wiping my semen on the blanket.

“Mom, let me help wipe it for you.” I took out a tissue and squatted down to wipe my mother’s feet.

“Get away and don’t touch me.” Mom took two steps back, with a look of disgust in her beautiful eyes.

“Mom.” I was unmoved. I took two steps forward and grabbed my mother’s ankles. I carefully wiped my semen with paper and said in a low voice, “Maybe you are right. I am an incurable pervert.”

Mom didn’t move or speak. My mind raced as I continued to say in a low voice, “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’m not a good child in your eyes.”

After a pause, I continued, “I didn’t want this to happen. I wanted to be a little bit better and make you happy, but I really couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”

“Hmph.” Mom snorted coldly, still full of anger, “You can’t help it, right? If you can’t bear it, then cut it off and see if you can still bear it.”

“As long as you do it yourself, I will accept it even if you cut it off.” I lied seriously.

“Okay, Adam. You’re really talented.” Mom laughed angrily, and then scolded in a delicate voice: “I’m talking to you seriously.”

“That’s what I really think.” I said seriously.

“Okay, stop wiping it.” Mom pulled her foot out irritably and said seriously, “I warn you, don’t get it in my shoes again.”

“Mom, am I really a pervert?” I didn’t answer, but instead brought up the previous topic.

“Stop pretending to be pitiful in front of me.” Mom saw through my intention at a glance.

If my mother thinks I am pretending to be pitiful, then it must be that I am not pretending to be pitiful enough.

“Mom, will you dislike me?” I asked pitifully.

“What do you think?” Mom glanced at me.

I was really a little sad. I immersed myself in the performance and choked up a little as I said, “Then ... without me as your son ... would you be happier?”

Mom sighed: “What are you thinking? No matter what, you are my son. You should also remember that no matter what, I am your mother.”

After the trick was over, I breathed a sigh of relief and hugged my mother gently: “Mom, you are so kind.”

Mom twisted her body unnaturally and pushed me away impatiently, “Okay, okay, aren’t we going to watch a movie? We’re almost late.”

“Oh, it’s almost two o’clock, let’s go.” I pulled my mother, opened the door and walked out.

“Wait, let me go take a shower.” Mom rolled her eyes at me, a little shy.

“It’s too late, Mom. The movie is about to start.” I didn’t want her to wash her feet, so I let my mother go out stepping on my semen.

“Let go.” Mom didn’t move.

I didn’t move, nor did I let go. I just kept urging him, “Let’s go. We can’t catch up.”

“Then I’ll change my shoes.” Mom had no choice but to find the pair of patent leather high heels she had worn before. I had ejaculated in this pair of shoes before, and Mom knew about it, but it had been a long time, so Mom probably didn’t care.

“The previous pair still matches better.” I commented. It won’t hurt to be naughty anyway.

My mother’s pretty face flushed and she slapped me hard, “Are you going to leave or not?”

I tried every way to make my mother happy along the way, and she was finally amused by me. After watching the movie, we went shopping for a long time. I chose a light pink cheongsam for my mother. She looked absolutely beautiful in it, with curves in the right places and curves in the right places. Her S-shaped curves were clearly revealed by the cheongsam.

My mother thought it was a bit sexy, so she bought it after I insisted. How great it would be if my mother wore this cheongsam and I fucked her.

After walking around for half a day, we got home. It was already eight or nine o’clock. We were both exhausted after walking for such a long time that we just lay down on the sofa and refused to move.

After sitting for two minutes, I felt that this was a rare opportunity, so I said, “Mom, you must be tired after walking for so long. Let me massage you.” Without waiting for my mother to answer, I put my hands on her calves.

“No need.” Mom pulled her legs away and refused.

“You must be very tired after walking for so long in high heels. Just let me show my filial piety.” I persevered and reached over again with my hands.