After a long silence, with our faces still inches apart, my mother suddenly wrapped her arms around my head. She let out a deep sigh and said in a plaintive voice, “Son, what should Mother do with you… what should I do with you? When you were little, you were so cute… such a good boy. Why did you turn into such a pervert?”
My face was pressed tightly against her smooth neck. The jade-like softness of her skin filled my senses, and my nose was overwhelmed by the unique, intoxicating fragrance of a mature woman—musky yet sweet, utterly captivating.
My lower body gradually swelled with arousal, but I didn’t dare let her notice. I arched my hips backward as far as possible, twisting my body into an awkward shrimp-like position to hide my growing erection.
Mom gently rubbed my hair, murmuring dreamily, “You men… why do you always stare at women’s stockings? You’re all such perverts. You’re so horny at this young age, just like your father.”
I thought to myself, Then why do you dress so sexily every day?
After murmuring for a while longer, she fell silent. Her breathing grew heavier and steadier—she had fallen asleep.
Yet she still held my head tightly in her arms. The position was incredibly uncomfortable. I called out to her several times with no response. I tried to pry myself free from her embrace, but suddenly one of her beautiful black-stockinged legs draped over my thigh, and her arms tightened around me even more.
My heart pounded wildly. My body burned with heat and longing, and my cock throbbed, painfully hard.
I struggled for what felt like an eternity. Finally, reason won over desire. I forcefully pried her arm away. Just as I started to sit up, her arm pulled me back again, and her lovely face nestled closer, using me as her personal pillow.
Her sexy red lips were slightly parted, moist and plump, like magnets drawing me in. I warned myself repeatedly: No, no, you can’t. But my body betrayed me. I leaned in and gently kissed her lips. An electric shock of pleasure surged through every nerve in my body.
I pulled away quickly, not daring to linger. But then I saw her pink tongue slip out and lightly lick her lips, as if savoring the taste of the kiss.
My mind went blank. I’ve already kissed her once, I told myself. One more won’t matter.
I kissed her again, then immediately pulled back, breathing heavily. Her lips were sweet and incredibly soft—a sensation I had never experienced before.
The feeling was addictive. Even as I warned myself not to continue, my mouth moved on its own. This time I didn’t retreat right away. I pressed my lips to hers in a deeper, wet kiss.
Mom let out a soft, dreamy moan that sent shivers down my spine. I started to pull away in fear, but her tongue flicked out and licked my lips.
The stimulation was too much. I stopped holding back. I thrust my tongue forward, tangling it passionately with hers in a heated, slippery dance.
My mind was empty, but a small voice of reason reminded me I couldn’t go too far. If she woke up, it would be disastrous. Still, my hand slid down to her black-stockinged thigh, stroking the smooth fabric gently. The silky texture was addictive.
We continued kissing and touching for a long time. I felt myself sinking deeper into temptation. Finally, I gave up the fight. We’ve already gone this far. There’s no turning back now.
I reached down, pulled off my pants, and freed my iron-hard cock. I hesitated for a long moment, making sure Mom showed no signs of waking. Then, trembling with excitement, I shifted my hips and pressed my throbbing shaft against her thigh.
The instant my swollen glans touched her black-stockinged leg, my whole body shuddered. If I hadn’t held my breath, I might have cum right then.
I rubbed my firm cock slowly against the velvet-smooth stockings, producing a faint rustling sound. The combination of the fabric’s texture, the warmth of her skin beneath, and the sheer taboo of the act pushed me toward the edge. Both physically and psychologically, the pleasure was overwhelming.
That glimpse I had caught before had left the question burning in my thoughts for days. Now was the perfect chance to find out.
Reason warned me it was too risky, but another voice whispered, You’ve already gone too far. This might be your only chance. It’s just a look—nothing more.
Desire won. I gently moved her arm aside and sat up. Kneeling beside her, I stroked my chest to calm my breathing and repeated to myself, Just look. Only look.
I stared at her beautiful, intoxicated face, confirming she was still deeply asleep. With shaking hands, I grasped the hem of her gray narrow skirt and slowly pushed it up to the top of her thighs. Her private area, wrapped in black velvet stockings, was now fully exposed.
My breathing grew ragged. After admiring the sight, I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her tights and lace panties, slowly peeling them down together. It was like unwrapping a precious gift. Inch by inch, her snow-white skin was revealed.
Mom offered no resistance. Slowly, I pulled her tights, stockings, and panties all the way down to her knees. Her long, smooth legs parted slightly, fully exposing her most intimate area to my hungry eyes.
Her pussy was breathtakingly beautiful. A soft, plump mound rose gently between her thighs—snow-white, smooth, and perfectly hairless, like a fresh, juicy steamed bun still warm from the steamer. Right down the center ran a thin, delicate pink slit, slightly tucked inward, looking incredibly tight and inviting. Her outer lips were small and neat, barely parting, giving her the cute, untouched appearance of a young girl. The sight was so pure and erotic that it made my mouth go dry and my cock throb painfully
My eyes widened in awe. My breathing turned rapid and shallow, almost like I was having an asthma attack. Suddenly I understood why Dad was so jealous. If I had a wife as stunning as Mom, I would guard her closely too.
I wanted desperately to touch her pussy, but halfway there, I pulled my hand back. Reason screamed that I had already crossed too many lines. She was my mother. If I didn’t stop now, I might never be able to.
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I stared hungrily at the mysterious slit between her full, pale lips. Gripping my rock-hard cock with my right hand, I stroked it furiously. In my mind, I thought, Elena Voss , I swear I’ll fuck you in the next life.
Just as I was on the verge of exploding, the sound of the front door closing echoed through the house. My scalp went numb with terror. I frantically pulled Mom’s tights and panties back up, then straightened her clothes as best I could.
Dad pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside. Seeing me standing by the bed, he froze for a second. He glanced at Mom lying there and asked, “What’s going on?”
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest, but I forced a calm smile. “Mom drank too much. She just got back. I poured her a glass of water.”
Dad’s brows furrowed. He muttered, “Drinking again… endless socializing every day.” Then he waved me off. “Alright, go back to your room and do your homework.”
I was ushered out and returned to my bedroom, gasping for breath. The close call replayed in my mind. If Dad had walked in while I was molesting his wife, a few slaps would have been the least of my worries.
That night, I tossed and turned in bed. My mind was filled with images of Mom’s smooth, hairless pussy. I masturbated several times, but my cock refused to soften. I didn’t fall asleep until dawn.
The next morning at breakfast, Mom frowned and complained of a headache. I felt a pang of guilt and couldn’t meet her eyes.
Before I left for school, she stopped me. Her expression was strange, and my stomach dropped. She must remember what happened last night.
But after a long pause, she simply asked, “Your birthday is coming up soon. Do you want to celebrate at home or go out?”
My heart settled. She probably only remembered fragments of her drunken words. Whatever happened after she passed out, she didn’t seem to know.
I answered calmly, “Let’s just do it at home,” then hurried off to school.
For the next two days, I felt possessed. No matter how many times I masturbated, the fire in my body wouldn’t die down. I decided I needed to ask Lily for help.
I followed her and begged her to let me fuck her, but she proudly announced that her period had started. Frustrated, I had no choice but to call the little witch and arrange a meeting.
On Sunday afternoon, I made up an excuse and slipped out of the house. I arrived at the agreed spot—a quiet coffee shop.
When I saw Anna, my eyes lit up. She had completely changed her style. The cool street look was gone, replaced by an adorable candy-girl aesthetic: a pink jacket, light blue pleated skirt, milky white stockings, and small black leather shoes. Her usual wild braids were now loose in a fluffy ponytail with soft bangs and a cute kitten hairpin. She looked incredibly well-behaved and sweet.
I looked her up and down, feeling a strong throb in my chest. She had a girlish charm, but it was completely different from Lily’s.
She truly was a versatile little witch, always switching styles and keeping me hooked.
I sat down across from her. She was sipping milk tea through a straw, looking like a perfect, innocent little sister. It was hard to connect this image with her usual wild behavior.
“You dressed up nicely today. It’s… really something,” I said.
She looked up at me. “Is it cute?”
I smiled. “Very cute. Just a bit surprising.”
Anna rolled her eyes. “What did you call me out for? Still want the same thing?” She made a quick stroking gesture with her hand.
I glanced around nervously to make sure no one was watching, then said with a helpless laugh, “Can you talk without the hand signs? You’re a young girl, but you speak so directly it’s embarrassing.”
After a pause, I lowered my voice. “Same topic as last time. Going all the way—how much?”
“I don’t want money.”
I scratched my head in confusion. “You have to give me a condition. If you don’t make it clear, I’ll never feel at ease.”
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I stared at her suspiciously, sensing there was more to this. If I didn’t get a straight answer, I had no idea what I was getting into.
After hesitating, I held up two fingers. “How about two thousand yuan? I checked the market price—that should be more than enough for a beautiful young lady.”
She lowered her head. “I’m not interested.”
“Isn’t this all about money? Why else would you do this kind of thing?”
She looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Fine. Then twenty thousand.”
My jaw dropped. “You’re asking for a fortune! Are you a princess or what?”
Anno smiled. “See? I raised the price, and now you can’t afford it.”
I wasn’t sure if she was toying with me. After thinking for a moment, I gritted my teeth. “What about my dad? What’s his price?”
Anna looked startled. “Your dad?”
“Yeah. I saw you shopping arm-in-arm with him last time. Don’t tell me he isn’t your client.”
She stared at me, deep in thought, then finally nodded. “Yes, your dad is my client. But his price is much higher than you can afford.”
So it was true. Dad really was seeing this young girl behind everyone’s back. I couldn’t judge him morally—I was doing the same thing to my own girlfriend.
“Your pricing is just a joke,” I said. I was starting to feel like she wasn’t doing this for money at all. She just wanted to hook me.
Anna bit her straw and muttered, “I’ve already stated the conditions. Whether you accept them is up to you.”
I didn’t want to keep letting her lead me around, but I was unbearably tempted. Her outfit was too alluring—like a sweet cream cake. Especially those beautiful white-stockinged legs. They were rare and incredibly tempting to touch.
Or how it would feel to have her soft white-silk feet stepping on and ravaging my cock…
I gritted my teeth. “Fine. Just the previous service. That’s okay, right?”
“Whatever you want,” Anno replied indifferently, lowering her head to sip her milk tea.
Just as I was about to speak again, I felt a strange sensation in my crotch. I looked down. At some point, she had slipped off her right shoe. Her small, cute white-silk foot had stretched across under the table and was now gently pressing on my cock through my pants.
I held my breath. Thankfully, we were sitting in a side booth, and the shop was nearly empty.
I wanted to stop her, but my cock quickly hardened. The bold act in public sent intense psychological thrill through me.
Anna acted completely normal, resting her chin on her hands and drinking her milk tea through the straw. No one would ever guess that this adorable little girl was secretly rubbing my dick with her white-silk foot under the table—sometimes stroking, sometimes tapping, sometimes teasing with her toes. The sensation was almost unbearable.
As I closed my eyes to enjoy it, I suddenly sensed something. I turned my head. Not far away, a waitress in her twenties stood watching us, her face flushed bright red and her eyes wide with shock.
She had clearly seen what was happening under the table, but she didn’t say anything. When our eyes met, she quickly looked down and pretended to clean a nearby table.
The young waitress was pretty. For some reason, being caught like this didn’t make me nervous—it only heightened my arousal. As if showing off on purpose, I reached down, grabbed Anna’s white-silk foot, and kneaded it firmly.
The waitress’s cheeks burned even redder. She turned and hurried back behind the counter.
The combination of physical pleasure and psychological excitement pushed me to the limit. I couldn’t cum in my pants like this. I quickly whispered, “Okay, let’s go back to your house.”
Anno pulled her white-silk foot back, slipped her shoe on, and stood up to leave.
I followed her out. As we exited the shop, I couldn’t help glancing back. The waitress was whispering something into another server’s ear. She accidentally met my gaze again, blushed furiously, and turned away in a panic