The expression on Mom’s face shifted from pure astonishment to icy fury in an instant. My scalp prickled, hair standing on end as a violent shiver ran down my spine. “Mom… why are you back so early?” I stammered. Her beautiful features seemed coated in frost. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body trembling with restrained rage. She stared at me, eyes narrowed, and the air in the room grew thick enough to choke on. Lily lowered her head desperately, trying to hide beneath me, too terrified to look up. Mom didn’t utter a single word. After a tense, suffocating stalemate, she slammed the door shut with a resounding bang.
The moment the door closed, Lily shoved me off, grabbed a pillow, and started smashing it against me while sobbing in a low, furious voice, “This is all your fault! I hate you so much right now!” Her face was flushed crimson. I didn’t dare say anything, simply letting her vent. Honestly, I hadn’t expected Mom to return this early either. The shock had nearly left me paralyzed with fear.
Once Lily finished venting, she frantically stripped off the clothes and changed back into her own in a panic. I tried to comfort her. “It’s okay. You’re heading home anyway. I’m the one who’s screwed.” She glared at me fiercely. “What do you mean it’s okay? How am I supposed to face your mother ever again? It’s so humiliating! And what if she tells my mom?”
I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry. She won’t say anything to your mother. She… she just can’t bring herself to.”
“Let’s go! And don’t touch me anymore!” Lily pushed my hand away, head down as she put on her shoes. I quickly threw on some clothes and followed her out. At the bedroom door, Lily hesitated, looking back at me with pitiful eyes. I encouraged her until she finally gathered the courage to open the door and step into the living room.
Mom stood like an ice sculpture in the center of the room, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her face was livid, those captivating eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. An aura of murderous intent radiated from her. Seeing this, Lily nearly retreated, but I placed a hand on her waist and gently pushed her forward. She lowered her head and hurried toward the exit with quick, tiny steps. As she passed Mom, she whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, “I’m leaving…”
Mom remained silent. I followed closely, head bowed. “I’m leaving too— Ow! Ow, it hurts!” Mom’s fingers clamped onto my ear like a vice, yanking me backward. Lily seized the chance to slip out the front door, closing it quickly behind her and escaping.
Mom dragged me by the ear into the bedroom and kicked me inside. I stumbled toward the bed, shrinking into a ball and blinking up at her pitifully. She scanned the room for something to use as a weapon but found nothing suitable. In a small voice, I pointed toward the bookshelf. “Dictionary…”
She glanced over, then shot me a furious look. “You talk too much!” Rolling up her sleeves, she stormed over and delivered more than a dozen hard slaps to my head with her bare hand. I had been beaten before, usually on the backside, but this was different—sharp, angry hits to the head. Right now, Mom was a force of pure fury. I endured the pain silently, terrified of provoking her further.
After the barrage, she grabbed my ear again, breathing heavily. “What exactly were you doing just now?”
“N-nothing… just chatting.”
“Chatting? About what? And what did you say when I pushed the door open? Repeat it.”
“I forgot.” There was no way I would repeat those words.
“You forgot? Fine.” She pressed my neck down with one hand and slapped my head again with the other. “You little brat, no respect at all. You dare joke about anything now?”
“I was wrong, Mom. I was really wrong.”
She beat me a bit more before releasing me, stepping back with hands on her hips, glaring as she caught her breath. It was the first time I had seen her this furious. I stayed completely silent, then honestly admitted, “Mom, I was wrong. I won’t do it again.”
“You know you’re wrong?” she roared. “Kneel there!”
I dropped to my knees immediately, trembling. Mom pointed at the clothes on the bed. “Explain this.”
“Well… she wanted to try them on, so I gave her a couple pieces.”
“She wanted to wear them?” Mom clearly didn’t buy it.
“Yes. She really likes your style. She said you look amazing in them and wanted to see how they’d fit her.”
Mom stared down at me. “So she wants to wear them, and you just hand over your mother’s clothes without asking me?”
“Mom, you like her a lot. When she visits, you treat her like your own daughter—better than Mia sometimes.”
“Still talking back!” Mom’s shout made me clamp my mouth shut. She pressed further. “Did you take all the socks I lost before?”
“I…”
“And gave them all to her?”
“Yes… she likes them.” I shifted the blame again. Sorry, Lily.
“You’re generous with your mother’s things for your girlfriend. Do you forget your mother the moment you have a girlfriend? Those socks aren’t cheap.”
“No, Mom, no one can replace you in my heart.”
“Still talking nonsense!” She slapped my head twice more. “I’ve spoiled you too much. Now you think you can do whatever you want. Kneel here and reflect.”
She gathered the clothes and stormed out, slamming the door. My legs grew numb, but I didn’t dare move. Eventually, I heard her voice in the living room, likely on the phone. My heart sank—had she called Lily’s mother?
After nearly half an hour, Mom returned, stared at me, then sat on the edge of the bed. The silence was heavy. Finally, she spoke. “I just talked to her mother.”
“You didn’t tell her everything, did you? It’s so embarrassing…”
“Kneel properly!” she snapped. “You still know it’s embarrassing?”
“It’s different for me, but Lily’s a girl. If her mother finds out…”
Mom suppressed her anger and continued more gently. “We mothers don’t object to you two dating. We were prepared for things to progress. But you’re in your senior year. This is critical. We thought you’d separate for now, focus on exams, and revisit everything after university. Even marriage—we wouldn’t oppose it.”
“I support that plan completely,” I said quickly.
“It’s too late for that!”
“What?”
“From now on, you are not allowed to see her again.”
“What?” I frowned. “You’re going to break us apart?”
“I’ll break you apart if I want. Any objections?”
“But why?”
“You still have the nerve to ask why?” Mom glared. “How do you expect me to face her after what I saw?”
“It’s awkward, sure. But you and her mother are best friends. You can’t avoid her forever.”
“Why should I avoid her? She should avoid me. As long as she’s not dating you and not coming here, it’s manageable.”
“She’ll get over it soon.”
“She might, but your mother has a smaller heart.” Mom turned away. “I can’t get over it.”
“Mom!” I shuffled forward on my knees, wrapped my arms around her legs, and pressed my face against them, pretending to cry. “Please, have mercy. She is the love of my life. I can’t live without her.”
Mom sneered. “Your mouth really runs in circles. Earlier I was irreplaceable. Now she’s the love of your life. Which is true?”
“They’re different—one is my mother, the other my future wife. Both are important.”
“Enough with the nonsense. Right now you only need a mother.”
“You’re being tyrannical.”
“Yes, I am. Run away from home if you dare.”
I hugged her legs tighter, smiling sweetly. “I wouldn’t dare. I can’t bear to leave you, Mom.”
“You only know how to act spoiled.” She patted the back of my head. I yelped. She hesitated, then gently rubbed the spot. “Does it hurt?”
I nodded, pouting, and nuzzled closer against the smooth stockings. “You deserve it. Always asking for trouble.” Her words were stern, but her hand continued rubbing softly.
“Mom, I was wrong. I won’t make you angry again.” Her fury had scared me deeply. As it faded, my attention drifted to the elegant black stockings beneath her gray professional skirt. I had loved the feel of stockings since childhood. After discovering my desires, beautiful women in them became irresistible. At home, I could only indulge with Mom—she wouldn’t treat me like a criminal. The price was bearable.
These velvet black stockings had a soft matte finish that perfectly matched her refined temperament—dense, delicate, and smooth. The way they clung to her toned calves and thighs, shimmering faintly under the light, sent a forbidden thrill through me. I pressed my cheek more firmly against the warm, silky fabric, inhaling her subtle scent mixed with the faint nylon aroma. My hands slid slowly up the back of her legs, feeling the taut muscles beneath the sheer material. The sensation was electric, soft yet firm, and I felt myself growing hard against her leg despite the situation.
Mom suddenly sensed something and slapped my head again. “Stand up! Look at yourself.”
Reluctantly, I released her legs. My knees were numb; I collapsed again with a thud. “Ridiculous. Get up.” She kicked me lightly with her pointed heel. It stung, but strangely felt satisfying. “Help me up.”
I reached out. After a pause, she took my hand and pulled me to my feet. She sat on the bed and patted the spot beside her. “Come here. Sit.” Her expression had softened considerably.
I sat obediently, knowing a lecture was coming. “Son, it’s not that I forbid dating. But this is your senior year—the most important time in your life. Understand?”
“I do.”
“Then can you focus your heart on studying?” Mom smiled kindly, radiating maternal warmth. I knew any wrong word would bring thunder.
“Mom, I really am studying hard.”
“How hard?”
“I rank in the top ten of the class every time.”
“But only top hundred in the grade, and your school isn’t a key one. Your scores make even an ordinary university a stretch.”
I nodded humbly. Mom spoke tenderly. “I’ve been too lenient because of work. From now on, we go all out for the college entrance exam.”
“No, I’ve been sprinting. I barely have time for games. I only see her occasionally to relieve pressure.” When I saw the frost on my mother's face again, I corrected quickly. “That’s all in the past. No more distractions. I’ll ignore everything outside and focus only on books.”
Mom stroked my hair. “I knew my son was sensible. So, hand over your stamp collection. I’ll keep it for now.”
“What?” I jumped up. “The stamps too?”
“Not confiscation—just temporary custody.”
“Those are my treasures, my lifeblood!”
“You switch between ‘love of my life’ and ‘lifeblood’ so easily. How many things do you need to give up for studies?” Her face hardened. “Bring them now, or I’ll search myself and really confiscate everything.”
I reluctantly fetched the ordinary album and handed it over. Mom flipped through it briefly and set it aside. “Good boy. Study hard.” She smiled and left the room.
I collapsed onto the bed in relief. This crisis had passed—for now. I worried about Lily, but my phone was gone and I dared not visit her house. I’d have to wait until school.
Near noon, Mom returned and told me to get ready—we were going out for dinner. The classic pattern: scold, lecture, then reward with a meal. She changed into a white lace blouse, khaki cinched-waist trench coat, black knee-length skirt, skin-tone stockings, and black frosted heeled boots. With her hair in a low side ponytail and sunglasses on, she transformed into an elegant urban hot mom.
At the community gate, she muttered while checking her phone, probably trying to invite Mia, who had gone to the movies and couldn’t be reached. We took a taxi to our favorite Western restaurant. The calf steak was excellent, but Mom nagged about studies the entire time. I nodded obediently while secretly devouring everything.
As we were leaving, a man’s voice called out. Two middle-aged men in suits approached. “What a coincidence,” Mom greeted with a professional smile. One looked at me. “Your brother?” Mom laughed. “No, this is my son.”
“Wow! He’s so grown up! I thought he was still in elementary school from how you described him.”
“Hello, Uncle,” I said politely.
The other man smiled at my mother, and she returned the same polite smile. They chatted briefly about old times as classmates. Mom politely declined joining them for more conversation. “Another day. I have plans with my son.”
After parting, I flattered her. “Mom, you handled that so coolly—like a true career woman.”
She glanced back. “I am a career woman. I just became a stay-at-home mom for you kids.”
“You excel at everything—boardroom and kitchen. Dad is lucky to have married you. If I find a wife, she’ll have to be like you.”
Mom smirked. “What about your girlfriend?”
“She can’t compare. At best, she’d be a maid beside you.”
I recalled the encounter. “Mom, were you and that man really classmates?”
“Yes. Why?”
“The way he looked at you seemed… off.”
Mom eyed me sideways. “How so?”
“Just off.” I didn’t mention the greedy undertone I had noticed. After a pause, she said he had pursued her once but had poor character.
I was just about to speak, and I accidentally saw a familiar figure flashed in the crowd in front of me. After a closer look, it was indeed Dad. That's right, and he was a beautiful girl in her teens with his arms in both hands and his head resting on his shoulders.The behavior is very intimate.
I was taken aback, afraid that my mother would see it, so I pretended to be surprised and pointed in the other direction, and said, "Oh! See who it is. "
My mother looked in the direction of my fingers, looked for a long time, and asked, "Who is it?”
”Famous actor" In order to cover for my dad, I started to talk nonsense, although I don't know why I did it.
“Where "Mom was still guessing there, and finally said: "Where?”
I glanced back and confirmed that my dad was gone. Then I scratched my head and said with a smile: "I made a mistake."
My mother gave me a blank look: " What a waste of time."
Along the way, I muttered in my heart, what is the relationship between Dad and that young girl?
Thinking of what my sister said in the morning, Dad's recent behavior is a bit abnormal and mysterious. Is it related to the young girl?
On the way home, I pondered some odd family things I had noticed lately. Back home, Mom bent to remove her boots. “What’s wrong? You’ve been frowning the whole way, like someone owes you money.”
I made up an excuse and headed to the bathroom. When I came out, I heard Mom calling from the bedroom. I opened the door. “What did you say?”
The sight froze me. Mom had removed her coat, blouse, and skirt. Her back was to me as she unhooked her violet lace bra. Her snow-white skin glowed like porcelain—delicate shoulders, silky back, slender waist with no trace of middle-age spread. Below, skin-tone stockings hugged her full hips and thighs, the faint outline of dark underwear visible beneath. The hourglass figure was breathtaking, every curve accentuated by the sheer, shimmering nylon that clung to her like a second skin.
“I said Mia will be back soon. She’ll be mad we didn’t take her for steak. Later, go to the supermarket and buy some…” She turned, saw me staring from the doorway, and quickly clutched her clothes to her chest. “What are you looking at?!” she scolded, embarrassed.
I smirked. “Watching a goddess descend to earth.”
The lace bra slipped slightly in her grasp, revealing the soft, full swell of her breasts for a tantalizing second—the smooth, pale skin and the hardened peaks that made my mouth go dry. Heat flooded through me as I took in the sight of her nearly naked form, the stockings stretching taut over her powerful yet feminine legs, disappearing into the shadowed valley between her thighs.
Mom grabbed a plastic cosmetic bottle from the dresser and hurled it at me. “Get out!”
I quickly closed the door and slipped away. The beautiful, forbidden image lingered in my mind for a long time.