Don't be conservative!

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This chaotic world has many unfortunate people. Sometimes, people feel that those tragic events are far removed from their own lives, as if they live in a safe and stable protective circle. But in fact, the turning points in life and fate always come silently, completely destroying a person... My name is Xu Qiang, just a junior high school student living in the 21st century. Male, female-oriented. Hmm... actually, I like collecting all kinds of stockings and AVs. This strange habit started when I was a child and secretly found a pornographic videotape of Tachibana Riko at a classmate's house. From then on, as I grew older, I became interested in matters between men and women, and slowly began to voraciously browse through various AVs and pornographic pictures, mainly featuring stockings. My mother is a high school teacher, and it's no exaggeration to say that she is the perfect OL uniform beauty in the eyes of many horny men. My mother is truly a great beauty, 1.68 meters tall, with a head of curly black hair that reaches her waist, and perfectly delicate features, especially her mesmerizing eyes with long eyelashes. Any man who sees her will be dizzy. Moreover, my mother has snow-white skin, with a rosy glow, showing a healthy and vibrant radiance. What's most irresistible is her stunning figure. Even I, her son, drool at the sight of her. Full, firm breasts, a smooth, almost impossibly slender waist, and a pert, rounded bottom—especially her incredibly beautiful, long, and fair legs. As a seasoned foot fetishist, I firmly believe that for a woman's legs to be considered beautiful, they must not only have a golden ratio and perfect proportions, but also meet five criteria: long, straight, fair, tender, and slender. My mother's legs are truly unparalleled in their beauty. Paired with various stockings, they are simply breathtaking. Combined with her school uniform, they accentuate her devilish figure. Add to that her mesmerizing face, and my mother is a tempting beauty that makes one want to commit a crime. Every day, I see her wearing a black or gray fitted blazer and short skirt, an office lady business suit. Her long, beautiful legs are covered with stockings of various colors and textures, paired with 10cm peep-toe high heels. With her delicate and beautiful bare face and the occasional girlish smile that appears at my age, yet she also has a 34D bust that no young girl would have, the result is that my mother is the focus of countless eyes wherever she goes. Whether at school, at work, or in life, my sexy mother always encounters all kinds of gazes filled with burning desire.
My dad and I often advised my mom to dress more conservatively, so as not to give those despicable lecherous men a chance to take advantage of her. But my mom always declined, citing the need for her profession. Little did she know that her professional spirit and her sexy, stockinged legs would later drag her into an endless abyss... As usual, on an ordinary morning, the sweet aroma of breakfast wafted through the air. My hardworking mom had already prepared breakfast for my dad and me and put it on the table. Looking at her bright and cheerful smile, she exuded the confidence and beauty of a professional woman. But the first thing I noticed was her two beautiful legs. The stockings she was wearing today were really different from ordinary black stockings, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. The thin, shiny black velvet material, paired with my favorite standard office suit, was a living example of uniform temptation.
I looked at my mom's beautiful profile as she dressed in front of the mirror by the door. Her two slender, shapely legs, encased in delicate black stockings, were covered by her black professional skirt, and her thighs had a strange sheen.
My penis, which was throbbing uncontrollably against the stiff denim fabric of my shorts, grew larger involuntarily.
"Oh, Mom, I suddenly have a stomachache. You go downstairs and wait for me." I avoided my mother's suspicious gaze, pretending not to hear the old refrain of "lazy people need to poop and pee when they go out," and concealed my embarrassing physical reaction. I hunched over and ran into the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I locked the door, pulled down my shorts, and took out my throbbing penis. I kept thinking about the beautiful legs in stockings I had just seen, recalling the unfinished sex scene from my dream, and imagining a long-haired beauty in the small bathroom with me. She was holding onto the wall with her hands, trying to stick out her sexy little buttocks, swaying them provocatively, teasing my desire, and welcoming my increasingly intense penetration and demands. As I stroked my thick, swollen penis, the usually blurry face of the imagined hot woman slowly became clearer, eventually merging with my mother's. Accompanied by this fantasy, and the stimulating pleasure of incestuous acts—like defiling my own beautiful mother in the bathroom—I reached the peak of pleasure before ejaculation. Unconsciously, I murmured, "Oh, Mom…I want to fuck you…I…want…" Thick, white, murky semen gushed from the source of my sin. I gasped for breath, leaning against the cold bathroom tiles, a wave of guilt washing over me. How could I have such obscene thoughts, fantasizing about my own beautiful mother? This was against ethics and morality! Was I truly an immoral son? But my mother's stockinged legs were just too sexy; as a foot fetishist, I simply couldn't resist! My mind was getting increasingly confused when I heard my mother shouting at me, "What are you doing in there, you brat? Come out now or I'll be late for work!" I hurriedly stuffed my "weapon" back into my pants, frantically pulling out tissues to wipe the large puddle of thick, white semen off the floor tiles, destroying the evidence while replying, "I'll be right out!" I settled comfortably into the passenger seat. My mother usually took me to school first before going to her own high school. "Our young master is finally going out," she said irritably. I could only manage an awkward smile. My gaze drifted down my mother's thighs. The black stockings tightly encased her beautiful legs—definitely not ordinary black stockings!

Bathed in sunlight, the stockings shimmered like a galaxy of stars in the night sky, the glimpses of her flesh-colored calves both alluring and mysterious. Below her graceful calves and ankles were a pair of black crocodile-skin pointed-toe high heels, gleaming with a subtle sheen. Every now and then, as I shifted gears, a captivating, crimson glimpse would unexpectedly flash before my eyes. I stared, somewhat mesmerized.
Suddenly, Mom leaned close to my ear, sniffing like a kitten. "Oh... our Qiangqiang's grown up so much, he even knows how to wear cologne now." The mature scent of orange blossom mingled with the sweet fragrance of her breath, making my ear tingle and my face burn.
"Mom, look at the cars ahead," I said hastily. Mom seemed to realize something, a blush rising to her cheeks. She gracefully turned away, her flushed face turning cold as she drove, no longer speaking to me. This allowed me to greedily feast my eyes on Mom's alluring, stockinged legs without restraint.
Until we got out of the car, Mom only gave me a glimpse of her flushed profile. I reluctantly averted my gaze from those beautiful stockings, obediently picked up my schoolbag, got out of the car, and walked into the school gate, forgetting even to say "Goodbye, Mom." She didn't even notice the unnatural, slight rubbing of her mother's stockinged legs beneath her short skirt.
Driving, Xu Xinruo's face still felt hot. What was wrong with her today?
From the large, frightening bulge she'd accidentally seen on the blanket in her son's room that morning, to the way his gaze was on her at mealtimes—no longer the gentle, dependent look a child usually gives their mother, but the affectionate look a man gives a woman. Any woman receiving that kind of attention from a man would feel a little proud. But she felt shy and afraid. She often felt this kind of gaze from other male teachers and even students at school, and she thought she was used to it, but why was it her own son? And why did her heart suddenly race?
And from the way her son had stared greedily at her proud stockinged legs before getting out of the car, and the white, hard spots on his underwear hidden under the bed,
combined with his recent strange behavior, as a mother, a school teacher, and someone who had experienced these things herself, she knew what it meant.
Beyond all that, what's even more embarrassing is that I lost control so much when I smelled my precious son's scent, and then, being gazed at with such intensity by his eyes, I even felt a strange excitement, a excitement that came from my cerebral cortex. It was like that shy, excited feeling I had when I first smelled male hormones in college. I even felt a little fluid involuntarily flowing from my lower body, wetting my new lace panties that morning.
But that's my own son. As his mother, what's wrong with me?

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