Ever since I had a heart-to-heart talk with my mom in bed, our relationship has become a little complicated.
She used to look at me fiercely , with a "you better behave yourself" expression. Now, she looks at me with a strange smile in her eyes, giving me the illusion of "I understand you, bro," as if she's about to come over and bump fists with me and say " heymen ."
Of course I know what my mom is thinking, but this feeling of an elder trying so hard to befriend you is really weird and awkward. I'd rather my mom slap me, kick me, and yell, "Ling Xiaodong, you deserve a beating!"
A week later was the midterm exam for the first semester of senior year. Perhaps because I had been too busy lately, I didn't do very well and actually dropped from the top ten in the class to eighteenth.
Before dinner, Mom sat on the living room sofa, looking at the report card in her hand. She remained silent for a long time, and frost gradually crept onto her delicate face. Finally, she slammed her hand on the table and shouted loudly, a sound she hadn't heard in a long time: "Ling Xiaodong, is this how you study?"
I pouted and frowned, looking aggrieved , and said, "I've already tried my best."
"Then why did your grades drop so drastically?" Mom demanded sternly.
"Perhaps, others are just working harder."
"You know others are working harder," Mom said, slamming her hand on the table. "You're already in your final year of high school, everyone's pushing themselves to the limit. It's like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you fall behind. Don't you understand that, son?"
"I understand, but... I'm anxious too." I really didn't know how to explain it to her.
Mom glanced back at Dad, who was playing on his phone, and was furious. She yelled, "Your son's already burned the food, and you're still playing!"
Dad quickly put away his phone, pretended to take the grades, and muttered, "Let me see. Oh dear , you didn't do very well. You'll have to work harder next time."
I quickly chimed in, "I'll try my best, I definitely will."
The mother snatched the report card back, her chest heaving with anger, and said through gritted teeth, "You two, father and son, are even working together! You're really going to drive me crazy!"
Dad said, "Oh, it's just that you didn't do well on one test. You can do better next time. Why are you so angry all the time? Getting angry is bad for your health."
I quickly went to my mother's side, gently patted her back, and repeated, "Anger is bad for your health."
My mother glanced at me.
Dad asked, "What time is it? Is dinner ready, honey?"
I quickly followed up, saying, "Yes, what time is it? Is dinner ready, honey?"
My mother slapped the back of my head, slammed the report card on the coffee table, and stood up, saying, "You guys are going to drive me crazy sooner or later."
After dinner, I went back to my bedroom and started doing my worksheets. A little while later, my mother pushed open the door and came in, sitting down next to me.
I knew why she was there, so before she could speak, I raised my hand and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll learn from my mistakes and do better next time."
My mother didn't react to my statement at all, and said expressionlessly, "Let's not talk about next time, let's talk about this time first. What is the reason that your grades have dropped so much? I just contacted your homeroom teacher, and she said that you are always absent-minded in class and have no concentration. What's going on?"
I frowned, scratched my head, and muttered, "I can't really explain it, but I just feel a little dizzy."
"Are you sick?" Mom reached out and touched my forehead. "It's not hot."
"Don't worry about me, I'm not sick."
"Can you be honest with Mom about why you can't concentrate? Is it because Mom scolded you a few days ago and you're upset? Or... or is it something else?"
I waved my hand: "It has nothing to do with you scolding me. You scold me 366 times a year, and in a leap year you have to work overtime to scold me one more time. I'm used to it."
Mom said, half-laughing and half-crying, "Your mouth is really something... I'll have to sew it shut sooner or later. I'm talking to you about something serious now, can you stop being so cheeky? Get to the point, what is it?"
"What could be the reason?" I muttered to myself, then shook my head and sighed with a serious expression. "I'm not quite sure either, maybe it's because of too much pressure."
"You're under a lot of pressure?" Mom was skeptical. "You're always so cheerful, you don't look like a college entrance exam candidate at all. Where is your pressure coming from?"
"Well... maybe this is what they call growing pains."
Mom slammed her hand on the table, got up angrily, and left the room.
I leaned back in my chair and thought about it carefully, but I really couldn't explain why. My mind was a mess, and a strange emotion was lingering in my heart. Although I didn't want to admit it, the source of this emotion was my mother.
Lately, I keep thinking about my mother for no reason, about her joys and sorrows, about her every smile and frown, and even about the way she scolded and hit me.
This situation has only happened once in my life, which was during the period after I had a relationship with Lu Yiyi. For some reason, I became very attached to her .
I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and I was a little scared. I even went to an internet cafe to search for information about Oedipus complex and compared it with my situation, but I still couldn't find the right answer.
I kept reassuring myself that what I was obsessed with was my mother's sexy body as a woman, not my mother herself.
I wanted to get rid of distractions and focus on studying, but I just couldn't concentrate. The psychological distress even made me forget my physical needs at one point.
I wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with someone, but I couldn't find a suitable person. I thought about seeing a psychologist, but I gave up in the end. After all, even I felt that this was a bit weird, so how could I bring it up with someone?
The next day, after dinner, my mother went to the kitchen to stew something , while I went back to my bedroom to bury myself in my studies.
About an hour later, Mom carefully walked in, carrying a bowl in both hands.
I glanced at it; a layer of oil floated on top of the dark, thick soup, and the aroma of meat was mixed with the smell of Chinese medicine. I couldn't help but frown: "What is this?"
Mom said mysteriously, "Ginseng and black chicken tonic soup, this is a secret recipe I found out from other parents."
I suddenly realized, "Ah, this is what you've been busy with in the kitchen just now."
"What is this stuff? It contains ginseng, black-boned chicken, goji berries, sesame seeds, red dates, and walnuts. It's all for refreshing the mind and helping you concentrate." My mother placed the bowl in front of me and said, "Here, drink carefully, it's a little hot."
"Mom, you still believe in this? That's superstition."
"What do you mean by superstition? This is a recipe passed down from generation to generation of mothers preparing for the college entrance exam. It's very effective. You drink it first."
"I just ate a full meal, I can't drink anything." I frowned and instinctively resisted.
"Drink it," Mom commanded.
There was no other way, so I took the bowl, hesitated for a long time, and finally pinched my nose and chugged it down in one go. Apart from being a bit greasy, the taste was not bad.
"Alright, alright?"
Mom glanced at the bottom of the bowl, nodded, and said, "Study hard." Then she got up and left the room.
I thought my mother was just having a whim, but in the following days, she made me ginseng and black chicken soup every day.
Believe it or not, this soup really does have some effect. After drinking it, my blood and energy surged, and I became so excited that I couldn't concentrate on studying. The sexual desire that I had been deliberately suppressing for the past few days has surged up again, and now my mind is full of lewd thoughts. How can I concentrate on studying at all?
Now I can't concentrate on studying at all , and I desperately need to vent.
Lu Yiyi was naturally the most suitable candidate, but unfortunately, ever since the accident, the little girl seemed to have suffered a mental blow. She ignored my flirting and I tried to sweet-talk her a lot, but she wouldn't listen to reason or reason, and I didn't know where to start.
There's no hope of getting into bed with him; it seems I'll have to take care of it myself.
But my mom took away my phone, computer, and even magazines. Although I could manage with my imagination, it was just too boring.
After thinking it over, I realized that using my mother's stockings to cover myself while I masturbated would be the most satisfying .
Unfortunately, the last pair of my mother 's used stockings that I treasured were used up some time ago.
Strangely enough, ever since that day, Mom's stockings have disappeared again. Not only can't we find the ones she took off, but even the ones she washed have vanished. We don't know where she put them.
She probably felt that giving those stockings to her son wasn't really a good idea, so she gave up on it.
When I got home from school and found that my parents hadn't come back yet, that feeling of being torn apart came back to me.
Like a drug addict going through withdrawal, I paced back and forth in front of my parents' bedroom door, constantly telling myself that since I had promised my mother, I had to keep my promise, I had to resist, I had to resist, and I absolutely could not relapse.
Just then, I heard the sound of the door lock turning. I jumped in surprise and quickly pretended to be nonchalant as I sat down on the sofa.
"You're back?" Mom greeted her as she changed her shoes.
When I looked at my mother, I was taken aback. Her long hair, which she usually wore in a bun, was not only down but also styled into large, wavy waves with a side parting. The hair in front of her forehead was slightly fluffy, resembling bangs, with very soft, undulating lines that covered half of her face and flowed down her back with her figure. The ends of her hair were slightly messy, adding a touch of laziness and casualness. Combined with her captivating almond-shaped eyes and sexy red lips, she exuded a charming and alluring adult charm to the fullest.
Because her upper body was slightly bent forward, her pert buttocks made her black pencil skirt look round and tight, like a plump and juicy grape.
Her long, slender feet were clad in black sheer stockings, thin and translucent; she had taken off her black pointed-toe stilettos, revealing her petite and adorable toes encased in the stockings, the toes of which were slightly transparent from being pushed up by her toes, with her bright red nail polish faintly visible.
My mom used to always have her hair up, straight, or short. This is the first time I've ever seen her with such big, wavy curls; it's so sexy!
My eyes glazed over, and my penis instantly became hard.
Perhaps my mother sensed my burning gaze, because she turned around and saw me looking dazed. She asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
I tried to remain calm, rested my chin on my hand, and chuckled, "I thought some beautiful lady had wandered into the wrong house, but it turns out it's just my dear mom with a new hairstyle."
"You're such a chatterbox." Mom muttered under her breath with a smile, then straightened up, put one hand on her hip, struck a pose, and asked with a smile, "How's the new hairstyle? Does it look good?"
"Beautiful." I gave two thumbs up and praised, "Even Rosamund Kwan and Lin Chi-ling combined are not as beautiful as you."
"You're so sweet-talking." Mom smiled slightly and winked at me: "There will be a reward later."
What will be the reward?
"I bought your favorite lamb chops."
Lamb chops?
"What, you don't want to eat?"
"It's not that I don't want to eat, it's just that I'm a bit too hot-tempered."
"It's no big deal to have this meal. After we finish, we'll have some herbal tea to cool us down."
I felt hot all over, my heart was pounding, and my hard penis felt like iron. To avoid my mom finding out, I squeezed my legs together tightly and pretended nothing was wrong.
It wasn't until my mom turned and went inside that I suddenly jumped up, clenched my fists, and pounded on the sofa to relieve my excitement. Finally, I ran to the bathroom and started splashing cold water on my head.
"Are you crazy?! Washing your hair with cold water?" My mother's startled voice came from outside the door. She quickly walked up behind me and pulled me up.
My hair was soaking wet, I was panting heavily , and I stared at my mother with unfocused eyes. She had taken off her uniform stockings and changed into loose loungewear, but her long, wavy hair was just too alluring and sexy. I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer , so I quickly put my head under the tap again and rinsed it off vigorously.
"Oh, you silly child!" Mom hurriedly pulled me up again, staring at me with a slightly bewildered look: "What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?!"
"I…" I looked at her blankly, not knowing how to explain for a moment.
"What's wrong with you? Did something happen to you?" the mother asked with concern.
"Yes!" I exclaimed, "I'm really upset! It's all because of your new hairstyle, it looks awful!"
"Huh?" Mom was taken aback, and subconsciously ran her hand through her hair. "Ugly? Didn't you just say it looked good?"
"What's so good about it! You should change it back right now, it looks awful." I said, not really meaning it.
Mom rolled her eyes and snorted, "Why should I? You say it's ugly, but I think it's pretty. I like it."
"Fine , fine, whatever you like, whatever you like, do as you please." I muttered under my breath as I fled towards the bedroom, only to hear my mother mutter behind me, "What's wrong with you?"
Back in my room, I was panting heavily . I didn't know why I was so anxious and restless, even a little irrational.
I tried to calm down, but my mother's beautiful image kept lingering in my mind.
Desire burned like wildfire within me, and I struggled desperately to the end, but I knew it was all in vain, because my erection wouldn't go down; it desperately needed to be released.
While Mom was cooking dinner in the kitchen, I finally gave in to the devil and tiptoed into my parents' bedroom to look for Mom's used stockings that she had just taken off.
skirt that had been taken off were neatly hung up, but the stockings were nowhere to be seen. Where could they have been hidden? The stockings weren't in the laundry basket, and Mom couldn't have washed them in such a short time. The only possibility was that they were hidden somewhere.
I carefully searched through the items, but in my heart I was blaming my mother. Why did she treat her son like a thief? Was I really that untrustworthy?
After searching high and low , I finally found the pair of black sheer stockings under the mattress. They were really well hidden.
I held it to my nose and took a deep breath. It was full of the unique scent of an adult, and the pungent sensation that shot from my feet to the top of my head made me shiver all over.
I knew I was becoming more and more perverted. After a final internal struggle, I stuffed my mother's pantyhose into my pocket and quietly left the room.
I know my mom will find out 100%, but I'm already blinded by lust and can't care about anything else.
Back in the bedroom, I wasn't in a hurry. Dinner was about to start, and I didn't have much time left. I didn't want to just let it all out so hastily. Even masturbation needs a sense of ritual and satisfaction.
Dad has something to do and won't be coming back.
During the meal, I was somewhat absent-minded, my mind preoccupied with what I would be doing back in my room . I felt restless and impatient, as if a long-awaited vacation was finally about to begin.
My mother kept glancing at me , after all, my behavior today was a bit too neurotic, so it was normal for her to be worried.
After I finished eating, I went back to my bedroom, sat down at my desk and started studying. I had to keep holding back until my mother went to sleep, until no one disturbed me, before I could comfortably put on my mother's used stockings and release my pent-up emotions.
Just as I was trying to suppress my emotions, my mother came into the room, along with the rich aroma of chicken soup.
I frowned, looking utterly miserable, and said, "Still want to drink?"
My mother placed the bowl in front of me and coaxed, "Of course you have to drink it. Senior year of high school is the most mentally taxing time, and you need to replenish your energy. Jiang Yiran's mother said that she started making nutritious soup for Jiang Yiran after school last year, and look how much Jiang Yiran's midterm exam scores have improved this time."
"Jiang Yiran did well on the exam because he studied hard. What does this soup have to do with it? You mothers, really... I can't talk to you anymore."
"How can it be okay? What's wrong with us mothers? We're doing this for your own good. Hurry up and drink it."
"This stuff is too heaty."
"If you have a sore throat, why don't you drink more water?"
I said, somewhat amused and exasperated, "You...you're being unreasonable." I'm practically burning up already, like a powder keg. If I drink this stuff any more, I'll probably explode on the spot.
Mom said unhappily, "I'm being unreasonable? I'm busy to death at the company every day, and when I get home I still have to cook for you, and after cooking I still have to go through the trouble of making soup for you, and you call that being unreasonable?"
"I was just saying it casually, why are you in such a hurry? I'll drink it, I'll drink it, okay?" He took the chicken soup, pinched his nose, and drank it all in one gulp. Before long, he felt warm all over.
My mom isn't just trying to improve my brain function, she's practically nourishing my kidneys!
Instead of rushing out, Mom sat down beside her and asked, "Have you been behaving yourself lately? Have you been causing trouble outside?"
"Honestly, I'm very honest. I didn't cause any trouble." I didn't dare to look my mother in the eye. After all, I had just stolen a pair of her used pantyhose, and I felt a little guilty.
My mother gently stroked my head and said softly, "Just bear with it a little longer, grit your teeth and the senior year will be over."
Already experiencing heightened libido, he was now further intoxicated by his mother's uniquely adult fragrance, making him feel dizzy and throbbing with pleasure. His penis was erect and aching in his pants .
To avoid arousing my mother's suspicion, I grabbed a pen and stabbed the back of my hand hard. The pain temporarily kept me somewhat awake.
"What are you doing?" Mom was startled.
"I'm concentrating," I said.
"You don't need to hurt yourself to concentrate. Sigh…you…don't move, don't move." Halfway through her sentence, Mom's expression suddenly changed drastically, as if she had been frightened, and she said anxiously.
"What's wrong?" I was startled too.
"Your nose is bleeding, don't move. Tilt your head back, tilt your head back."
"So should I stay still or tilt my head back?" I wiped my nose with my hand; it was indeed bleeding.
"You're still talking nonsense even in this state. Quickly tilt your head back ." My mother, both amused and exasperated, held my head and forced it to tilt back.
My mother leaned forward, supporting my head with one hand and reaching for a tissue with the other. Her pajamas were loose, and her breasts, encased in a tight yellow vest, sagged slightly below the neckline. Though I couldn't see them, large swathes of her snow-white flesh were clearly visible. Her plump breasts were pressed together, their skin delicate and smooth, dazzlingly white. My blood rushed to my head, I felt dizzy, and I longed to bury my face in her deep cleavage.
"Oh dear! Why is it flowing more and more?" My mother stuffed a tissue into my nose, her face showing a hint of fear; she was clearly frightened.
voluptuous breasts inside her neckline , and I couldn't bear to blink.
My mother looked at me and asked in surprise, "Why is your face so red?"
She noticed my blank stare and paused for a moment, then realized what was happening. She glanced down at her neckline, her face instantly turning red. She reached out and smacked me on the head, scolding, "Where are you looking?"
I covered my nose with one hand and rubbed the sore spot on my head with the other, and casually said, "I was just reminiscing about my childhood."
"What?" Mom clearly didn't understand.
"I remember the time I spent lying in my mother's arms and being breastfed."
Seeing my expression, my mother didn't know whether to scold me or hit me. In the end, she was so angry that she laughed: "Your behavior... I really don't know who you take after."
"Like my dad."
"Your dad isn't as shameless as you."
"How can this be called shameless? This is a normal behavior of a healthy man."
"You call yourself a man?" Mom grabbed two more tissues and slapped them on my face, laughing and getting angry at the same time. "Wipe your nosebleed clean first."
He glanced at the soup bowl on the table and muttered under his breath, "I really can't drink this; it's too heaty."
I muttered to myself, "Eating lamb chops and drinking ginseng and black chicken soup, how could they not be hot-tempered? I told you you can't just take supplements like that, this time you've overdone it and it's causing stagnation."
"I think you're too weak to handle the tonics. Wait here." Mom turned and left the room. A little while later she came back with a medicine box, gave me a quick treatment, and finally stopped the nosebleed. She told me not to study for the time being and to get some rest.
I was at my breaking point. As soon as my mother left, I took out the used pantyhose I had secretly hidden, sat on the edge of the bed, and took off my pants and underwear at the same time. I didn't care about any sense of ritual anymore. The image in my mind hadn't disappeared yet. I hurriedly put the glass silk pantyhose on my hard penis. The black stockings rubbed against my penis. The delicate and smooth comfort was indescribable. I trembled all over and almost ejaculated .
I steadied myself, gripped my penis, which was encased in black stockings, with my right hand, and started masturbating . With my left hand, I picked up the other end of the stocking, held the tip under my nose, and took a deep breath. The slightly sour smell mixed with the scent of leather instantly filled my nostrils. The image of my mother's plump breasts flashed through my mind, like an aphrodisiac, stimulating me to increase the speed of my masturbation . A heavenly pleasure shot from my back to my brain.
As I inhaled the scent of the stockings, I frantically masturbated, and images of my mother involuntarily appeared in my mind. I fantasized that she was lying on my bed in her uniform, her cute little feet in black stockings clamping my erect penis, rhythmically giving me a footjob. My hands gently caressed her slender black stockings, imagining the smooth and delicate touch.
Because of the long-term pent-up desire, I didn't enjoy it slowly as usual; I just wanted to release it quickly. I started masturbating faster and faster, and just as I felt the urge to ejaculate was about to come, the door suddenly opened.
I shuddered in fright and instinctively grabbed my school uniform jacket to cover myself, cursing myself for being an idiot for forgetting to lock the door.
Because my back was to the door, my mother didn't see what I was doing. As she walked towards me, she asked, "Do you have any dirty clothes?"
"No." My mind went blank, and I answered casually, my legs spread apart and my body stiff.
Mom looked around and grabbed the school uniform pants she had taken off, complaining, "They're so dirty, and you still say there's nothing?"
Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly noticed the school uniform jacket I had covered with and asked, "Is your jacket dirty?"
"It's not dirty, not dirty at all." I prayed silently, begging God and Buddha, hoping that my mother would leave quickly.
Perhaps noticing something was off about me, she looked at me suspiciously and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I wasn't doing anything, I... I was meditating, concentrating my mind, I... I was meditating." My voice was trembling slightly.
Without saying a word, Mom grabbed the sleeve of her coat and yanked it hard.
Before I could stop him, his clothes were lifted up, and his erect penis, still wearing his mother's original black stockings, was exposed nakedly in front of her.
Overcome with excitement, he ejaculated with trembling , the thick, white, foul-smelling semen spraying solidly into his black stockings. All of this was witnessed by his mother.
I didn't dare look at my mother's face, but I could hear her heavy breathing.
A moment later, she threw the dirty clothes in her hand at my face and turned to leave the room.
The tingling sensation of the climax gradually faded, and I tapped my head with my hand. I'd been caught red-handed; this time I was really done for.