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Chapter 12: Exposure – Fallen Mother
I stayed in my room and didn't go out, feeling very wronged. I felt that looking at Mom that way was really out of my control, even if deep down I wouldn't admit I wanted to look.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and lay limply on the bed. Before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep. When I woke up, it was already dark outside.
But I still had no intention of going out, determined not to give in to Mom so easily.
Even though I was hungry, I held out, waiting until after nine at night. There was no sound from outside, which puzzled me. No matter what, there should be some sign why hadn't Mom come to call me by now?
In the past, when I made mistakes, it was never like this. Mom rarely got so angry, and I'd mostly forgotten what she was like when she was truly stern. But one thing was certain: usually, she'd forgive me quickly or talk things through, and I'd apologize.
But this time, I didn't. I was determined to stand my ground and not compromise.
Because I felt I hadn't done anything wrong.
Since Mom didn't come, I wouldn't go to her either. So I just lay on my bed, closed my eyes, and thought about many things. My mind was full of the image of Mom lying on the wicker chair earlier, and I started to fantasize.
I imagined Mom lying on the wicker chair, and I slowly approached her, knelt beside her, and, trembling, reached out to gently stroke her beautiful, long jade legs, feeling the smooth, soft skin and the round, firm thighs.
I stroked gently, feeling the delicate softness with my fingers. Even though it was just a fantasy, I tried hard to imagine it, and the feeling was so intense it was like being possessed. My lower body swelled and heated up again.
I couldn't help but put my hand in my crotch, rubbing the bulge, gently massaging…
Knock, knock, knock!
Suddenly, my bedroom door was knocked, snapping me out of that state. I sat up with a start and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me," came Mom's voice from outside.
I was instantly happy and ran to the door, but halfway there, I stopped and said, with some resentment, "I… I'm going to sleep."
There was a moment of silence outside. After a while, Mom's voice came again: "Fan Fan, open the door. I want to talk to you."
I replied, "There's nothing to talk about. In your eyes, I'm just a bad kid, so what's the point?"
That was mostly me being stubborn, and it made Mom fall silent again. Over a minute passed with no sound from her. I got anxious my pride was gone. I hurried to the door, unlocked it, and opened it, but Mom was already gone.
I felt discouraged, closed the door, and didn't bother locking it again. I wandered back to bed, feeling helpless.
Suddenly, on a whim, I turned on the computer, put on headphones, and started watching a Japanese film. Soon, I was fully aroused, pulled out some tissues, wrapped them around my penis, and started slowly stroking.
I didn't turn on the lights, so the room was dark except for the glow of the computer screen, which made it feel especially thrilling. I didn't notice the door quietly open, a shaft of light from the hallway spilling in, and then a graceful, curvy figure entered.
Focused on the screen, I completely imagined the female lead as my mother. The image of Mom from earlier kept replaying in my mind, making me more and more excited as I stroked myself, muttering strange words.
"Mom… oh… Mom… I miss you… I really want you…" I muttered as I stroked, the pleasure building, feeling I was about to climax.
Just then, in the film, the female lead was picked up by the male lead and placed on a desk, her white, beautiful butt raised high, her plump, round cheeks on full display.
The male lead caressed her, his fingers tracing the groove between her cheeks, making her shiver and tremble.
He held her butt with one hand, guided his hot, thick member with the other, and pressed it to her entrance, which was already soaked. Without delay, he thrust in, then started pounding hard.
Seeing this, my eyes shone with lust, and my hand moved faster.
Huff… huff… My movements grew quicker as the pleasure peaked. Soon, an intense wave shot through my penis, and a hot stream spurted out onto the tissues.
"Oh…" I let out a low, animalistic groan.
My chest heaved, and it took a while for the pleasure to subside.
Snap!
Suddenly, the room light flicked on, catching me off guard. My pants were down to my thighs, with nothing to hide, but I still turned around in a panic and met Mom's gaze at the door.
Surprisingly, Mom's expression wasn't as sharp as before, but rather a bit complicated.
We locked eyes, but out of habit and fear of her past sternness, I was the first to look away, mumbling, "Mom, when did you come in?"
"Don't worry about when I came in. I just want to know what you're doing." Mom's beautiful face was a little frosty.
"I… I…" Suddenly, my mind went blank and I blurted, "What I'm doing you saw it, didn't you?"
"Oh, so now you dare talk back to me?" Mom sneered, striding over. Whether intentionally or not, she saw my penis.
Because I'd just ejaculated, it was limp and, due to my long foreskin, looked even smaller, shriveled in the dark hair, as if it, too, didn't dare face Mom.
Mom clearly noticed. She took a deep breath, looking like she wanted to scold me, but then held back, finally sighing softly. She pulled over a chair and sat in front of me.
"It seems we really need to have a good talk," Mom said, crossing her beautiful, long legs and looking at me.
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