Although my mother had forced me to study all afternoon, my mind was flooded with vivid images of her beautiful buttocks wrapped tightly in sheer tights, and the sight of my father happily shopping with that mysterious young woman. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t focus on learning.
In the evening, just as we were about to eat, my younger sister returned home from playing outside, humming a cheerful little song. She had been in high spirits, but the moment she stepped through the door, our mother scolded her sharply.
My sister stood there confused, enduring the scolding. Once it was over, she dragged me to the balcony and whispered, “Why is Mom so angry today?”
I suspected it was because of the morning incident. Mother’s rage hadn’t fully subsided after beating me, but she couldn’t keep dwelling on it. After holding it in all afternoon, she had finally vented everything on my sister. Of course, I couldn’t explain the real reason, so I only said vaguely, “Who knows? It might be work stress. She’s been putting up with a lot lately, and you just happened to walk into the line of fire. Tough luck.”
My sister pouted, muttered under her breath, and turned to leave. I had been stewing over my father’s behavior all day and desperately needed someone to talk to. I pulled her back and told her about seeing him at lunch with the girl.
Her first reaction was pure surprise. “What? You went out for steak at noon and didn’t even call me?”
She sounded exactly like mother told.
“Who told you to run off so early? Mom tried to contact you
“she didn’t say it was Western food, and you tricked me into leaving first. You owe me steak money.”
“Never mind that,” I cut in. “Did you hear what I said? Dad was with a girl who looks barely older than you, and they seemed really happy shopping together.”
My sister’s expression shifted. She frowned after a moment. “No wonder he’s been acting so mysterious lately. He’s secretly seeing a young girl? “
Her sudden exclamation startled me. “What’s wrong?”
“If Mom finds out, it’ll be a disaster,” she said seriously.
I rolled my eyes. “Obviously. Paper can’t wrap fire forever. Sooner or later Mom will know. Then they’ll fight, things will get ugly, and maybe they’ll even divorce.”
She looked up at me solemnly. “If they really divorce, who would you stay with? I’d definitely go with Mom. You’re the eldest son of the Ling family—you have the duty to carry on the family line. You’d probably end up with Dad. And if he marries that girl, you’d have to call her Mom.”
I looked at her in disbelief. “What nonsense is going on in that little head of yours? This is all speculation. What if she’s just the daughter of Dad’s friend? Or a distant relative? Think about it—if Dad wanted an affair, wouldn’t he choose someone his own age? How could he attract a high school girl? Dad’s decent-looking, but not that charming.”
“Maybe she’s after his money,” my sister suggested.
“Or maybe he adopted her? Dad earns well, but supporting a high school girl isn’t cheap.”
She gave me a sideways glance. “You seem to know a lot about this.”
“I’m just guessing.”
At that moment, our mother suddenly appeared behind us. “What are you two whispering about over here? Is there something I can’t hear?”
We both jumped. I quickly pretended to argue, “Pay me back! You borrowed money from me last month and still haven’t returned it.”
My sister put her hands on her hips. “You’re the deadbeat! When did I ever owe you money?”
Mom sighed. “Are you two done bickering? All you do is make noise. Come out and eat.”
We exchanged glances and followed her to the table. Only three sets of bowls and chopsticks were laid out.
My sister asked first, “Mom, where’s Dad? Isn’t he coming home for dinner?”
“Who knows? He didn’t answer my calls or reply to messages.”
We looked at each other again but stayed silent and ate obediently.
After dinner, Mom cleared the table and told us to go study. My mind was in chaos—thoughts of Dad and the girl, Lily , and especially my mother’s stockings and beautiful legs. I couldn’t concentrate at all.
Mom had confiscated my phone, computer, and comics. I had already cleaned the house twice that afternoon. With nothing else to do, I dug out an old radio from my desk drawer. It still had battery power, so I lay on the table listening to it.
Just as I was getting drowsy, the door behind me opened. I sat up straight in a panic, but the radio stayed on. Mom strode over, patted my head, and snatched the radio. “I told you to study hard, yet you’re still playing with these gadgets. How many things are you hiding?”
“It’s all gone, really.”
“Truly nothing left?”
“If you don’t believe me, search.”
She stared at me for a moment. “Study properly.” Then she took the radio and left.
Without distractions, I should have focused, but I still couldn’t. After reading for a while, my head felt heavy and my eyelids drooped. Eventually, I dozed off on the table.
I don’t know how long I slept before a smack landed on my head. I sat up, wiped the drool from my mouth, and saw Mom standing behind me with a glass of hot water, her face dark with displeasure.
I quickly pretended to work on my paper. “This question is really hard…”
“Stop acting.” She slammed the water down. “Is this how you study hard?”
“I was studying! My brain was tired, so I rested for a second, and you walked in right then.”
Mom said nothing and left. Moments later, she returned carrying a chair and placed it beside me.
“What are you doing?” I asked nervously.
She sat down, arms crossed, legs elegantly crossed, and looked at me coldly. “Watching you, so you don’t slack off.”
“That’s too much! How can I study with you right here?”
“Can’t study with me watching? What will you do in the exam room when the invigilator stands nearby? Chase them out?”
She was clearly determined to supervise me. I had no choice but to accept it.
With her sitting so close, I couldn’t even scratch an itch without her noticing. It was stricter than school self-study. “Mom, are you going to watch me like this forever?”
“I don’t have that much free time. Once you can focus properly, I’ll stop.”
“Then you’ll be with me for life,” I muttered.
“Enough nonsense. Focus on your studies.”
Soon, her phone dinged. She checked it with a faint smile, biting her right thumbnail playfully. I tapped my pen absentmindedly until it rolled to the ground. As I bent to pick it up, my hand brushed her thigh.
She glanced at me. I pretended nothing happened and continued writing, but the touch lingered in my mind. The feel of her leggings was slightly thicker than stockings but still incredibly stimulating.
After five or six minutes, the itch returned. I deliberately dropped the pen again and bent down. This time I pressed against her thigh, pretending to search in the dark space under the desk. I could see her calves wrapped in flesh-colored leggings and her cute feet in panda slippers. I longed to hold her slender ankle but didn’t dare.
When I stood up, I pinched her leg gently. Her thighs were soft yet firm—slender in appearance but full of sensual elasticity. Clearly, she exercised regularly.
Mom looked up at me. I smiled sheepishly and went back to work. She said nothing and returned to her phone.
A few minutes later, the pen “accidentally” fell again. As I reached for her thigh, she slapped my hand away. “What’s wrong with you today? The pen keeps dropping!” She picked it up herself and slammed it on the desk. “Drop it again and I’ll kick you.”
I didn’t dare try anymore and studied honestly. But when her phone buzzed once more, I complained, “Ah, you’re distracting me from studying. Can you please go to the living room?”
She looked a bit embarrassed, stood up, and left. I sighed in relief, but she soon returned. “Mom was wrong. I left my phone in the living room. Now study hard.”
Her persistence left me no escape. I buckled down under her watchful eye.
Just as I neared the end of the paper, the room suddenly went dark—a power outage.
Out of school habit, I yelled, “Power outage~!”
My sister echoed from her room, “I know~!”
A slap landed on my head. “It’s just a power outage. Why are you shouting?”
I rubbed my head. “Don’t be scared, Mom. I’m here.”
“You’re the danger. My phone is on the sofa—go get it for me.”
“Yes, ma’am. Wait here.”
In the darkness, I groped forward and accidentally touched her body. Through the sweater, I felt soft, full flesh—like fresh steamed buns. I instinctively squeezed. It was definitely her breast—large, round, and elastic.
“Where are you touching!” Mom cried softly and pushed my arm away.
“Sorry, sorry! It was an accident.”
“If it was on purpose, I’d chop your hand off.” She paused. “What are you waiting for? Go.”
I carefully bypassed her and fetched the phone from the living room. She followed close behind. In the dark, I secretly sniffed my palm. A faint milky scent made my head spin. I decided I would never wash that hand.
As I handed her the phone, the power came back. At the same time, the front door unlocked—Dad had returned.
“Power outage just now?” he asked while changing shoes.
“Where have you been all day?” Mom asked angrily. “It’s your day off and you didn’t come home until now.”
“A colleague’s child needed help… I went to assist.”
My sister and I exchanged glances.
Mom pressed, “What help takes a whole day?” As Dad walked past, she sniffed. “Have you been drinking?”
“The colleague’s kid is also a senior high school student and will be giving the college exam. Since Ethan is taking it this year too, he asked for advice. We had a couple drinks.”
Mom sneered. “You don’t care about your own child but worry about others’? You’re just avoiding home. Your son is about to go wild—do you even know?”
Dad looked at me. “What did you do to anger your mother?”
“Nothing. I’ve been studying at home.” I played innocent while Mom glared. The couple went into their room.
I whispered to my sister, “See? Probably a misunderstanding. I didn’t tell Mom.”
She glared. “You haven’t done anything yet.”
“You started being suspicious and made me nervous.” I recalled the girl. “She was pretty. Maybe Dad can introduce us later.”
“Damn pervert. Little pervert.” She rolled her eyes and headed to her bedroom. I chased after her. “Hey! You can call me pervert, but not little pervert. Am I small?”
She blocked the door.
When school started on Monday, I wanted to apologize to Lily , but she kept avoiding me. She said her mother had warned her to stay away from me before the college entrance exam.
I knew it was both mothers teaming up to separate us. There was nothing I could do. After much coaxing, I managed to save the relationship, but it was now strictly above-board. Holding hands or kissing was out of the question, let alone anything more.
Yet I was a healthy young man full of vigor. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, I craved more. Without any outlet, my mind constantly wandered to that subject. Even seeing the strict English teacher, I couldn’t help imagining things.
What terrified me more was how my attention kept shifting to my mother—what she wore each day, whether her makeup looked good. Every time I saw her in stockings, an uncontrollable heat rose inside me.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. One night, I risked stealing a pair of my mother’s stockings and used them to relieve myself.
The most terrifying thing is that one night I actually had a dream. In the dream, my mother wrapped my dick with her sexy little mouth, sucked and sucked, and licked it with the tip of her tongue from time to time.The pleasure was overwhelming, and I exploded
When I woke up the next morning, I had had a wet dream. My pajamas were sticky, but I didn’t dare tell my mother and had to clean it up secretly by myself