The expression on Mom's face gradually changed from shock to anger.
A chill ran down my spine, and the hairs on my body stood on end. I stammered, "Mom...Mom, you...you 're back?"
My mother's beautiful face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. Her breasts heaved, her body trembled slightly, and she glared at me angrily. The air seemed to freeze.
Lu Yiyi lowered her head as much as possible, hiding under me, not daring to look up.
Without saying a word, the mother remained silent for a moment before slamming the door shut with a loud bang.
Lu Yiyi suddenly lifted me up, grabbed a cushion and started hitting me hard, while sobbing and yelling in a low voice, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault, I hate you so much! "
Seeing that her face was burning red, I didn't dare to say anything and just let her vent.
The main reason is that I didn't expect my mom to come back so early. Just that one thing scared me so much that I almost became impotent.
After venting her anger, Lu Yiyi hurriedly took off her mother's clothes and changed into her own.
I comforted her, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. You're going home anyway. I'm the one who's going to suffer."
She glared at me: "What do you mean 'it's nothing'? How am I supposed to face your mom after this? It's so embarrassing! I feel like dying right now. And what if your mom tells my mom?"
I put my hand on her shoulder and patted her gently: "Don't worry, my mom will never tell your mom about this. She... she can't bring herself to say it."
"Get off me! Don't touch me again!"
Lu Yiyi pushed my hand away, bent down to put on her shoes, and I took the opportunity to quickly throw on two pieces of clothing and walk out with her.
Before leaving the room, Lu Yiyi was a little scared and looked at me pitifully. I encouraged her for a long time, and she finally mustered up her courage, opened the door, and went out.
Mom stood like an ice sculpture, arms crossed over her chest, her face ashen. Her beautiful, captivating phoenix eyes were narrowed to slits, as if she were about to close her eyes, radiating murderous intent. She was clearly furious.
Seeing this, Lu Yiyi was so frightened that she wanted to back away. I reached out and pushed her around the waist, and she lowered her head and took small, quick steps toward the door.
As she passed by her mother, she lowered her head and whispered , "Auntie, I'm leaving."
Mom didn't say anything. I followed closely behind Lu Yiyi, imitating her, head down, and whispered, "Auntie, I'm leaving too. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch !"
My mother grabbed my ear and pulled me back hard. Not only did Lu Yiyi not help me, but she also took the opportunity to quickly open and close the door and run away.
My mother twisted my ear, dragged me to the bedroom door, and then kicked me inside.
I staggered to the foot of the bed, curled up into a ball, blinked my eyes, and looked at her pitifully.
Mom looked around for a weapon, but after searching for a long time, she couldn't find a suitable one. Finally, I couldn't help but point to the bookshelf and whispered, "A dictionary."
She glanced at the bookshelf in the direction I was pointing, then turned back to glare at me angrily: "Who asked you to be so nosy?"
Then he rolled up his sleeves, stormed over, and, with his bare hands, slapped me on the head about ten times.
In the past, when I made mistakes, I was often beaten, but it was always just my arms or buttocks. It was rare for someone to hit me so hard, like today, hitting me squarely on the head.
My mother is now like a roaring dragon in my eyes. I'm afraid of angering her again, so I endure the pain and don't dare to utter a sound.
After a while, Mom grabbed my ear again, glared at me breathlessly, and asked through gritted teeth, "What were you doing just now?"
"No...we weren't doing anything, we were just ...we were just chatting."
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"Chatting? What are you chatting about? And what did you say when I pushed the door open? Say it again."
"I forgot." I would never dare repeat myself.
"You forgot, you forgot. Fine, you forgot."
My mother pressed one hand against my neck and slapped my head hard with the other, scolding, "You little rascal, you have no manners! You dare to make jokes like this, don't you!"
I begged for forgiveness repeatedly: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong."
After hitting me for a while, my mother let go of me, took two steps back, put her hands on her hips, glared at me, and breathed heavily .
This was the first time I'd ever seen her so angry in my life. I felt increasingly terrified, and I didn't dare say a single one of my usual sassy or vulgar things . All I could do was honestly admit my mistake: "Mom, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I'll never do it again."
"You're wrong? You even know you're wrong?" Mom roared, "Kneel down there!"
I shuddered and immediately knelt on the ground.
The mother pointed to the clothes on the bed and demanded, "Tell me, what happened here?"
"This...this..." I suddenly realized that my usual quick wit had disappeared. After stammering for a while, I said, "It was Yiyi. She...she wanted to wear them, so I got her two."
"She wants to wear it?" Mom clearly didn't completely believe my nonsense.
"Yes, yes, she... she said she really likes your clothes, Mom. She said you look especially good in them, and she wants to try them on too."
Lu Yiyi isn't here right now, so let's leave the blame to her for now.
Anyway, she passed the buck to me at her mom's place yesterday, so we're even.
"Oh, she wants to wear it? If she wants to wear it, then let her wear your mother's clothes. Did you ask for my permission?" My mother stood with her hands on her hips, glaring down at me.
"Mom, you really like her, don't you? As soon as she came to our house, you gave her this and that, just like your own daughter, even closer than Beibei . "
"Stop talking back!" Mom roared, which startled me so much that I immediately shut up.
My mother stared at me for a moment, then asked again, "Tell me, did you take all the socks I lost before?"
"I...I..."
"Did you give them all to Lu Yiyi?"
"Yes, yes, I gave it to her. She...she likes it." I then tossed the pot away again.
Good Yiyi, I'm so sorry. I really don't dare to admit to my mom that I used her socks to put on my penis and masturbate.
"You're so generous, giving your girlfriend your mother's clothes. Do you know how expensive those socks are? Huh? You've forgotten your mother now that you have a wife?"
"No, no, Mom, no one can replace you in my heart."
"Stop being cheeky, keep being cheeky!"
My mother smacked me on the head twice and said angrily, "Ling Xiaodong, let me tell you, I've spoiled you too much. You've become so lawless. You don't know what shame is. You kneel down here and reflect on your actions."
After saying that, Mom gathered the clothes on the bed, slammed the door, and left.
My legs were numb from kneeling, but I didn't dare to get up. After a while, I vaguely heard voices in the living room, like my mom was on the phone with someone.
My heart skipped a beat. Could he be on the phone with Lu Yiyi's mother? If her mother found out, we'd be in big trouble.
After kneeling for about half an hour, my mother pushed the door open, stared at me for a moment, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.
The room was deathly silent. I wanted to say something, but I didn't dare to speak.
After a long silence, Mom said, "I just had a phone call with your Aunt Rong."
Before she could finish, I interrupted, "You didn't tell Aunt Rong everything, did you? Such an embarrassing thing, you..."
"You kneel down right now!" Mom yelled. "You know what shame is?"
"I don't care, but Yiyi is a girl after all. If her mother finds out about this..." I stopped mid-sentence when I saw my mother glaring at me.
Suppressing her anger, the mother tried to speak calmly, "I went out early this morning to meet with Yiyi's mother. We, as mothers, don't object to you two dating, and we were prepared for things to progress to this point. But you're both in your final year of high school, a crucial year. We originally planned for you two to separate for a year, and after you get into university, you can date however you want. Even if you really want to get married, we won't object."
I quickly chimed in, "I support it, I wholeheartedly support this proposal."
"Too late!"
"What's so late?"
"From now on, you are not allowed to see Lu Yiyi again."
"ah?"
I frowned: "Are you... are you trying to break up this loving couple?"
"I'm going to break them up, what's your problem with that?"
"I...I'm not...why...?"
"You still have the nerve to ask why?"
My mother glared at me: "What happened just now? How am I supposed to face Lu Yiyi after this? Isn't it awkward?"
"Yes, yes, it is a little awkward. But you and Aunt Rong are best friends after all, you can't hide from her daughter forever, can you?"
"Why should I avoid her? Do you think I'm too ashamed to face anyone? She's the one who should avoid me. Besides, as long as she doesn't date you or come into our house, why should I feel awkward around her?"
"You really don't need to go that far? Lu Yiyi is very magnanimous; she'll get over this after a while."
"She's magnanimous, but your mother is petty." The mother turned her head and said, "I can't accept that."
"mom!"
I knelt down and moved to my mother's side. I wrapped my arms around her black stockings, pressed my face against hers, and pretended to be crying with snot and tears streaming down my face. I pleaded, "Please, have mercy on her. Yiyi is the love of my life. I really can't live without her."
Mom scoffed, "Your mouth is really... going around in circles. Just now you were saying that no one can replace your mother in your heart, and now you're saying that Lu Yiyi is the love of your life. Which of your words is true?"
"Well... they can't be compared after all. One is a mother, and the other is a wife. Mother, wife, wife, mother, you can't do without either of them."
"Stop trying to be clever with me. You don't need a wife right now, you just need your mother."
"No...you, this is blatant hegemony."
The mother raised an eyebrow: "I am a tyrant. If you're so capable, run away from home and go there yourself."
I hugged my mother's stockings tightly with both hands and said with a fawning smile, "How could I dare? Even if you gave me a hundred lives, I wouldn't dare to run away from home. Besides, I can't bear to leave you, Mommy."
"All you do all day is talk nonsense." Mom smacked me on the back of the head, and I cried out in pain.
Mom looked down at me, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and rubbed my head, asking, "Did it hurt?"
I pouted , nodded, then pressed my face against the cool, slippery stockings, feigning extreme distress, and said it hurt.
"Serves you right, you deserve to be beaten every day." Although the words were harsh, the hand still kept gently rubbing my head.
"Mom, I was wrong. I will never make you angry again."
My mother's fury just now really scared me, but now that she's calmed down, I'm gradually drawn to the black stockings under her gray business pencil skirt .
Ever since I learned the internet slang term "hugging someone's leg," every time I make a mistake, I kneel on the ground, pretend to be a joking person acting cute, and hug my mother's stockings tightly.
Actually, I just wanted to take advantage of my mom . Sometimes when we were having a good time, I would pretend to accidentally lift up her skirt and peek at the beautiful scenery under her skirt covered by pantyhose .
I know it's wrong and immoral, but I just can't control my desires because it's just too exciting.
I've loved the feel of stockings since I was a child, and after my sexual awareness awakened, I became even more fascinated by beautiful women wearing stockings.
But I couldn't go out on the street to steal other people's stockings, so I could only do it to my mom at home. After all, even if my mom found out something was wrong, she wouldn't take me to the police station as a hooligan. At most, she would give me a beating. Compared to stealing stockings, that price was still acceptable.
Furthermore, I suspect that my severe stocking fetish is related to my mother's love of wearing stockings.
Because almost all of my childhood memories have been erased, the image of my mother wearing stockings of various colors is deeply imprinted in my mind.
Whether it's true or not, I often use this reason to convince and comfort myself.
Because of my mother's influence, I know a lot about stockings. For example, the black pantyhose my mother is wearing today are velvet stockings. They are slightly less transparent than crystal stockings, but they are more elastic, feel better, and are dense, delicate, soft and smooth.
I love it when my mom wears these stockings because they have a slightly matte finish , which makes them look more elegant and sophisticated, and they suit my mom's style perfectly.
Perhaps I was too engrossed in rubbing it, because my mother sensed something was wrong. As she continued rubbing, she suddenly raised her hand and smacked me on the head again, scolding, "Get up! What kind of behavior is this all day long?"
Although I was extremely reluctant, I still let go of my mother's black stockings and tried to stand up. However, because I had been kneeling for too long, my legs went numb, and I fell back down with a "plop" halfway up.
Mom paused for a moment, then chuckled and said with a smile, "What are you doing? It's not even New Year's yet, why are you giving such a big greeting? And there's no lucky money for you."
I 've already knelt , I might as well go all the way and prostrate myself on the ground, kowtowing loudly and saying in a clear voice, "Thank you for raising me, Mother."
"You're so annoying! Get up." My mother kicked me. The black pointed high heels hurt quite a bit, but I felt a strange sense of satisfaction . I wonder if I have some kind of masochistic tendency.
"Pull me up." I reached out my hand, and my mother hesitated for a moment before grasping my hand and pulling me up with a slight effort.
My mother sat down on the edge of the bed, patted the spot next to her, and said to me, "Come here and sit down."
I noticed that her expression had softened considerably, and her anger had subsided a lot. As is customary, the next step should have been a long and earnest lecture.
Although I was extremely impatient, I still obediently sat down next to my mother.
My mother raised her hand to stroke my hair and said softly, "Son, it's not that I don't want you to date, the key is that you're in your senior year of high school now, a crucial year in your life, do you understand?"
"I understand." I nodded obediently.
"Can we focus our attention on studying?"
My mother smiled, her eyes radiating kindness, and she exuded maternal love. But I knew that if I said no, I would be met with her furious wrath.
"Mom, I'm really trying my best to study."
"How hard you try."
"I've worked very hard, and look, I always manage to be in the top ten of my class."
"But you're only in the top 100 of your grade, and your school isn't a top-tier high school. With your current grades, it'll be a stretch to even get into a regular university."
I closed my eyes, nodded, and pretended to be humble and receptive to instruction.
The mother showed unusual gentleness, speaking softly, "I've thought it through. In the past, I was too busy with work and neglected to discipline you. Now... we must start now, go all out, and sprint towards the college entrance examination."
"No, Mom, I've been studying really hard. You see, I can't even finish all those practice papers every day. I've even stopped playing video games. I just occasionally take a little time to be affectionate with Yiyi to relieve some pressure..."
Seeing the frost return to my mother's face, I immediately changed my tune: "Of course, that's all in the past. From now on, all entertainment is canceled. From now on, I will ignore everything else and focus solely on my studies. Is that alright?"
My mother touched my forehead and said with a smile, "I knew my son was sensible."
So, you don't need to play with that stamp anymore; I'll keep it for you."
"Huh?" I exclaimed and stood up. "They're confiscating the stamps too?"
"It's not that it's being confiscated, it's just that Mom is temporarily keeping it for you."
"Those…those are my treasures, they are my lifeblood."
Mom's smile faded: "One minute you're talking about your lifelong love, the next you're talking about your precious child. How many things are you really unwilling to let go of? Huh? Why is it so hard to get you to focus on your studies?"
I clasped my hands together, looked miserable, and said, "They are just pitiful and helpless stamps. They won't affect my studies. Please let them go."
"You were only serious for a moment, and now you're back to being cheeky."
Mom said expressionlessly, "Hurry up and take it out for me. Don't make me look for it myself. If you make me do it myself, I might really confiscate it."
pouted helplessly , took a stamp album from the top of the bookshelf, and handed it to my mother.
Mom flipped through them and asked, "Is that all?"
"That's all." I nodded, but in reality, this was just the most ordinary one. I had already hidden the valuable one away. Of course, I wasn't hiding it from my mom, but from that little thief.
My mother didn't know anything about stamps, so she flipped through them a few times and then closed them up. She got up, patted my hair, and said with a smile, "That's my good son. Study hard."
I replied, "Strive for progress every day."
"Good to know." With that, Mom left the room.
I breathed a long sigh of relief and lay down on the bed. In any case, I've safely passed this hurdle.
I'm a little worried about Lu Yiyi, but my mom confiscated my phone and I can't contact her. I don't dare go to her house to look for her, so I can only wait until school starts.
It was almost noon by then. After lying down for a while, my mother pushed open the door and called me to get up, saying she was going to take me out for lunch.
This is part of the process: first, give them a good beating, then nag them, and finally take them out for a big meal. It's an old trick—a slap followed by a sweet treat.
Mom came in and changed her clothes: a white lace- trimmed blouse, a khaki fitted trench coat, a black knee-length skirt, almost indistinguishable nude stockings, and black suede high-heeled ankle boots. She carried a new Prada bag, and her hair, which she usually wore in a bun, was down and tied in a low side ponytail . Before leaving, she put on a pair of sunglasses, and her entire aura instantly transformed from that of a career woman into that of a hot urban mom.
I followed behind, and just as I closed the door, my mother suddenly remembered and asked me where my sister had gone. I told her the truth: my sister had gone to see a movie.
With her bag slung over her shoulder and her phone in the other , Mom took out a WeChat message. When they reached the gate of the residential complex, she muttered something under her breath and put her phone away.
I didn't ask, but I guess Mom called my sister to go eat together, but she ran away and disappeared, and we couldn't call her back.
My mom took me by taxi to our usual Western restaurant for a meal. The veal steak there was delicious. Unfortunately, my mom kept nagging about studying while we ate. I could only pretend to be obedient and nod in agreement while eating, but actually I swallowed the steak along with my food.
As we finished our meal and were about to leave, a man's voice suddenly called my mother's name. Turning around, we saw two middle-aged men in suits smiling and walking towards us.
The mother was taken aback, then greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Li, it's such a coincidence to meet you here."
"Yes, what a coincidence."
We see each other at the office every day, and now that I finally have a day off, I have to run into you.
The bespectacled man walking in front of me looked at me, smiled, and asked, "This is...your brother?"
The mother covered her mouth and laughed, "No, this is my son."
"oh!"
Mr. Li exclaimed in surprise, "Your son is so big! You always say he's naughty and mischievous, I thought he was just starting elementary school. I didn't know he was so big."
bowed politely and said, "Hello, Uncle."
"Oh my, so polite. Excellent upbringing." Mr. Li praised her briefly, then introduced the crew-cut man behind him to his mother: "This is Mr. Chen from Xicheng. This is our marketing manager..."
"Zheng Yiyun".
The man with the buzz cut smiled at his mother, and his mother smiled back at him.
"Oh, you two know each other?" Mr. Li was somewhat surprised.
Mom nodded slightly: "Yes, we're old classmates."
Mr. Chen, the man with the buzz cut, smiled and said, "It's been more than ten years since we last met."
Mr. Li said, "That's perfect, what a coincidence! Let's find a place to sit down together. Old classmates meeting again, we'll have plenty to talk about."
"Let's do it another day. My son and I have some things to do this afternoon." The mother had a very businesslike smile on her face.
Mr. Li looked at Mr. Chen and said, "That's fine too, let's do it another time when we have time."
After exchanging a few pleasantries and saying goodbye, Mom quickly left the restaurant. I followed closely behind, flattering her, "Mom, your effortless demeanor just now was so cool. You're practically a career woman."
I tried to flatter her, but I ended up blundering her. My mother turned around and said, "Nonsense, your mother was originally a career woman. It's only when she came home and saw you that she became a housewife."
I gave you a thumbs up and praised you, saying, "You're so elegant and capable, not only are you as beautiful as an angel, but you also have an extraordinary temperament. Dad is so lucky to have married a wife like you. I want to find a wife like you in the future."
Oh , so you're not looking for your Yiyi anymore?" Mom said sarcastically.
"How can Lu Yiyi compare to you? In your presence, she is at most a maidservant."
I recalled what I had just seen and asked, "Mom, are you and that Mr. Chen really classmates?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"The way he looks at you seems a little off."
"What's wrong?" Mom asked, glancing at me sideways.
"I can't quite put my finger on it, but something just doesn't feel right." I didn't dare tell my mom that the man's eyes had a lustful look in them, just like the way I look at a beautiful woman in stockings. He pretended to be serious on the outside, but his mind was full of dirty and filthy thoughts.
After a moment of silence, the mother said, "He's a year ahead of me, he's my senior. He... used to have a crush on me."
"So you agreed?" I paused for a moment, then feigned surprise and said, "That man's eyes look a bit like mine. Could I be your illegitimate child with him? Ouch!" I got slapped on the head again.
"He's talking nonsense all day long," Mom scolded, then said, "I just ignored him."
"Why? I think he's pretty handsome, even more handsome than my dad."
"That guy is a bad person. When he was in school, he got a younger female student pregnant and then forced her to have an abortion."
"That guy is a real scumbag."
My mother suddenly stopped, turned to look at me, and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "Why am I telling you all this?"
I chuckled and said, "That's some good gossip. Scientific experiments have shown that gossip can quickly bring people closer together."
"Come on, we're close enough already. I'd love for you to stay away from me now."
Just as I was about to speak, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the crowd ahead. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed my father, and on his back was a beautiful girl of about ten years old, with her arms around his and her head resting on his shoulder. The two were behaving very intimately.
I was startled. Afraid that my mother would see, I pretended to be surprised and pointed in another direction, saying, "Oh dear! Isn't that... isn't that so-and-so?"
My mother looked in the direction I was pointing, stared for a while, and then asked, "Who is it?"
"That one ... that one who acts in TV dramas, the one who often plays emperors."
To cover for my dad, I started making things up, even though I didn't know why I was doing it.
"Zhang Tielin? Chen Jianbin? Zhang Guoli? Tang Guoqiang?"
Mom was still guessing when she finally got impatient: "Who is it?"
I glanced back to make sure Dad was gone, then scratched my head and said with a sheepish grin , "I must have been mistaken."
My mother rolled her eyes at me: "You're just wasting your time."
All the way there, I kept wondering what the relationship was between my dad and that young girl.
Then I remembered what my sister said this morning: Dad's behavior has been a bit strange lately, acting all mysterious. Could it be related to a young girl ?
Returning home with questions in mind, my mother bent down to take off her high-heeled ankle boots and asked, "What's wrong? You looked so gloomy the whole way home, like someone owes you money."
I had a vague feeling that this was no small matter. Before I figured it out, I didn't dare to tell my mom the truth, so I made up a lie to get by.
I changed my shoes and went to the bathroom. When I came out again, I thought I heard my mom talking to me in the bedroom. I went over, opened the door, and asked, "What did you say?"
But what I saw stunned me. My mother had already taken off her coat, shirt, and skirt. She was facing away from me, her upper body slightly bent forward, her hands behind her back, unhooking her violet lace bra. Without the cover of her clothes, her delicate, porcelain-like white skin was exposed, along with her rounded, lovely shoulders, silky smooth back, and slender waist. She was completely free of the bloated, obese look of a middle-aged woman. Below, she wore nude pantyhose that tightly hugged her plump, round buttocks, with a glimpse of her dark underwear underneath. It was mysterious, sexy, and incredibly alluring.
This hourglass figure—with its large breasts, slim waist, and round hips —is the most desirable body type for men, and a figure as perfect as a mother's is one in a million.
"I told you that when Beibei comes back later , she'll definitely be angry if she finds out we went out for Western food without her. Go to the supermarket and buy some things later..."
Halfway through my sentence, Mom suddenly realized something, turned around sharply, and saw me leaning halfway in from outside the door, staring blankly at her. She quickly grabbed the clothes on the bed, covered her chest, and scolded me with a slightly embarrassed expression, "What are you staring at all day long?"
I chuckled foolishly: "Watching a fairy descend to earth."
My mother reached for a plastic cosmetic bottle on the dressing table, threw it at me, and yelled, "Get out!"
I quickly closed the door and slipped out.
The beautiful scene I just witnessed lingered in my mind for a long time.