Baby, where did you hide Mommy's stockings? (Author: Fire Seed God)

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My darling, it's 3 AM now. After seeing my brother off, I'm all alone at home. I feel so cold,
I long for warmth, but besides emptiness, I feel nothing. Am I numb? And how can numbness feel fear? I'm so scared, scared of this dark night, scared of this deep night, scared of this endless night.

My darling, I wonder if you slept well tonight? Do

you remember that bar? The one we used to go to often. Lately, I go there every night. I sit quietly at the bar, order two whiskeys, sipping one slowly, and adding some cola to the other. I stare at it, quietly watching the drink on the table, hoping someone will pick it up and drink it. I'm waiting for that person, waiting and waiting…

My darling, do you think I'll ever see that person again?

The bar's lights were soft, and the soothing music calmed all my emotions. A few romantic roses occasionally sprouted from the grass of my thoughts. I remembered our first meeting; you sat down beside me, dejected, holding a withered rose, casually ordering a whiskey and telling the bartender to add some cola.

My dear, seeing you like that then, my heart ached involuntarily. I don't know why. Was it fate? I don't know. I just felt a tingling sensation in my heart, a urge to reach out and touch you.
I gently patted your shoulder, and you trembled. You must have been frightened. Mom was so scared! Seeing your terrified face, Mom felt her face flush instantly, all the way to her throat, making her choke and unable to speak for a moment.

Mom forced a smile, adjusted her posture, and asked if you saw a dinosaur. You immediately flashed a silly grin and kept praising Mom's beauty. It sounded so cheesy, and Mom got goosebumps all over. But thinking about it now, it feels so warm, especially when you called Mom "sister"—that feeling was truly sweet.

Later, during our conversation, Mom learned that you had a crush on a girl in your class, but just now, you confessed and were rejected. So you were feeling down and came over to drown your sorrows in alcohol. Seeing you take a big gulp, swallow it all, and then grimace as you endured the harshness of the liquor, Mom's heart melted.

You love her deeply, every moment of your life. You talked a lot about your efforts in pursuing her, your passion burning brightly. Mom thinks you're a good kid, but you just don't understand women's hearts. You're so naive, so incredibly naive, yet all of this only makes Mom find you more endearing.

You could go without food or drink for months, saving most of your living expenses, just to surprise your girlfriend on her birthday.

You insisted on getting up very early every day, waiting downstairs at the girls' dormitory, hoping your girlfriend would come to pick up her breakfast while you smiled and said "Good morning."

You would run frantically on the playground for hours to win your girlfriend's forgiveness, or write "I was wrong" a thousand times on paper.

In the world of emotions, who can truly distinguish right from wrong? You foolishly received a phone call from your girlfriend and rushed to a bar, thinking that from then on, you would be happy forever. But in your naivety, you never imagined that it was just a scam for entertainment.

Your sincerity was met with shallow laughter. Disappointed, you told your mother that the more sincere a person is, the more they resemble a clown. Even so, you tried to find a corner of a smile on your tragic face, then bitterly asked your mother, "Can a clown's tears be taken as a joke?"

Your mother was truly heartbroken at that moment. For some reason, a powerful force welled up within her, tightly bound to her heart, wanting to break free, wanting to rush out and protect you.

It was this impulse that spurred your mother to resolutely pull you back, carrying your confusion, your grievances, and your weakness, dragging you back with it. And so, your mother finally saw your girlfriend, that overly mature, rebellious girl.

She was indeed a beautiful girl, but she was too eager to show off. Her lip gloss was so vibrant, her eyeliner so thick, each stroke so full, and the chain around her ear was excessively long. My dear, you must understand that the more flamboyant you are, the more superficial you appear.

I bet you didn't expect everyone to clap and whistle to welcome you back. They're teasing you, asking who the pretty lady next to you is. You're flustered and can't answer at all. Don't be afraid, baby, Mom is right here with you. No one will laugh at you anymore; they'll be too busy envying you to remember the idle gossips they had about you before. Of course, Mom understands that the person who started this is the key to solving this problem!

Your girlfriend doesn't like Mom. Mom can see it in her eyes. Although she tries her best to hide her displeasure, maybe her clumsy acting can fool you, but it can't escape Mom's eyes. Because we're both women, Mom understands everything about her. Although she says some auspicious and cheerful things, she keeps bringing up your past in front of Mom, as if those sacrifices that were insignificant just now have become memories she cherishes forever.

Mom kept smiling, occasionally wiping the sweat from your forehead or feeding you a drink. She just wanted to show her, my darling, how precious you are, no matter what.

When everyone's attention shifted from your pathetic and ridiculous past with your girlfriend to Mom, those male hormones, whether feigned interest or genuine desire, began to surge through her chest, between her legs, and down there. Mom finally saw the barely suppressed anxiety in your eyes. I felt relief in yours, and satisfaction in hers. Darling,
I'm sorry, maybe Mom wasn't entirely pure then. I only intended to teach her a lesson, but I still derive immense satisfaction from her awkward silence. This satisfaction plunges me into a huge illusion, as if I'm truly fighting for something. Darling, please tell Mom,

what exactly is Mom's spoils of war?

Finally, she ran out without hesitation, her emotions still running high. Mom had achieved her goal; no one noticed her departure, except you! Seeing your retreating figure, Mom felt as if her heart had been ripped out. Why? Baby! Was the clown's tears really just a joke? But why didn't Mom find it funny at all?
Mom wanted to chase after her too, but then some guy grabbed her wrist, asking with a smug look where her sister was going. Mom lost control and slapped him across the face. Baby! This was meant for you, but Mom was afraid that when she actually faced you, she wouldn't be able to bring herself to do it.

When Mom chased after you and saw you, you were kneeling on the side of the street, the sparse crowd making you the center of attention. That arrogant figure kept shouting and waving his arms, stepping on you, piercing Mom's heart. Were you really born with a cheap bone in your body, fawning over the master who was toying with you like a lowly dog?

Without hesitation, Mom rushed over, struggled to reach out, and slapped you twice hard across the face. Then she kicked you to the ground. Baby, those seven-centimeter heels pierced your chest. Didn't they hurt? But Mom wanted to make you feel pain. Only pain could awaken your numbness!

Your mother relentlessly kicked you with her pointed high heels, hurling the most vicious insults at your dignity. You tumbled from your most shameful state, your pitiful gaze shattered on the floor. She, terrified by the scene before her, hastily fled. My darling, she couldn't bear any more of your degrading behavior, because she didn't love you at all…

Your mother is very agitated right now, with an unvented pain deep inside. This indescribable bitterness, sometimes, might be even more intense in a man's eyes… >My dear, do you still remember the mockery we shared when we met again
? Yes, it was at your house, at the dining table. You were covering the bruise around your mouth, silently eating your rice, looking like you didn't want to be seen. Your dad was very open-minded, introducing us in a very formal way. He even specifically mentioned that you lacked maternal love since childhood and needed your mom to take extra care of you. Yes, baby, you had to call me "Auntie" on our second meeting.

And so, without realizing it, we were living together. You always seemed to be holding back a sense of shame in front of your mom. Were you afraid that your mom would reveal your secret? Thinking about it now, I feel a little amused and exasperated. Actually, my feelings were quite complicated at the time too.

Of course, whatever happened that night really scared you. I felt guilty for a long time, so I busied myself buying you clothes and preparing all sorts of delicious food for you. But you still kept a distance from me with that cautious look in your eyes. Maybe you need time, and I'm willing to wait for you.

But the waiting was tedious. Dad was always busy with work, spending only a few hours a month at home. Mom, alone in the empty house, felt a surge of indescribable sensations coursing through her body. This invasion was irresistible; a primal force compelled her to eagerly search inside, seeking the outlet for release.

Mom knew you were always lurking at the bedroom door, cautiously holding your breath, spying on her every move.

She could sense the frequency of your stroking; though light, the soft, rubbing sounds touched her deepest feelings.

You matched her rhythm, moving with the expansion and contraction of her opening, imagining incredibly pleasurable sensations inside. Was it only by reaching the peak of pleasure with Mom that you felt truly satisfied?

Mommy won't let you be satisfied so easily, baby. See Mommy's fingers? There's a glistening drop of fluid on them. Mommy will pull out this fragrant fluid of desire, one drop at a time, and then casually flick it to any corner you crave to suckle. Then, I'll slowly pry open the lips below, and under your burning gaze, I'll gradually dry those longing lips in the hazy moisture.

Baby, are you drooling? Have you unknowingly released so much love fluid down there? Do you want to ejaculate? Do you want to surrender before Mommy reaches orgasm? Baby! Why don't you come in? Let Mommy be with you!

Are you afraid? Yes, there's a force clearly stopping you, preventing you from crossing the line. Since you won't come in, you can only beg Mommy in your heart, begging Mommy's fingers to stir faster, right? You really want to ejaculate, don't you? How pitiful! Mommy isn't satisfied yet, baby. You can only endure it like this, endure it, and never expect to be released!

Baby, do you know how hard Mommy works every night? Is it because this kind of endurance makes it even more alluring? Like those smartly dressed men sitting across from Mommy in the bar, even while enduring the pain down there, they still have to put on a cool act. Baby, isn't that funny?

Mommy misses your smile, so silly and cute, completely out of place in the bar atmosphere, so incredibly shy. When you come back from the bathroom, you often hide to the side and ignore Mommy. Aren't you worried that the guy sitting in your seat will seduce Mommy?

You know what? The guy's smile is also captivating. He keeps praising Mommy's figure, his words carrying an ambiguous undertone, intoxicating and making Mommy linger.

The scent of perfume makes the atmosphere so vivid. The guy has started touching Mommy's fingers, so lightly, yet each time it soothes the strong, suppressed desire in Mommy's heart. Baby, are you still watching over there?

Aren't the guy's fingers so nimble? You've sneaked up to Mommy's crotch without a sound! Baby, you really should come over, Mommy can't hold on much longer!

Baby!

Why won't you come?!

Why?!

Do you prefer to stick your hand inside your pants and watch silently from the sidelines? Baby, what are you dawdling about?
Tell Mommy! Tell Mommy!
Are you really that despicable? Mommy is so unwilling! Are you really going to give up like this?
Okay, baby, Mommy is willing to keep going~

Can you see that?

Brother's lips are so sweet, Mommy's body is so thirsty under Brother's lips, the desire on the tip of his tongue is like fire, igniting Mommy's body and soul, Mommy really wants it, really wants it, baby, you want it too, right?

Sweat is pouring down your forehead, and your movements are so exaggerated, aren't you afraid someone will see? Is your heart about to jump out of your chest from nervousness?
And what are you hiding there trying to see?

Thinking about this, Mom feels wet down there again, baby. Should Mom tell you what happened in this bedroom you peek into every night? Mom knows it will excite you, baby, because you're a pervert—a big pervert!

So Mom won't tell you so soon, at least not now. Because Mom wants to make you feel heartache first, to let your heart be roasted in pleasurable desire. Oh dear, right, after seeing so much, having come this far, have you masturbated?

Hehe~ I doubt there's a woman who understands you better than Mom, baby. You can't escape Mom's grasp; only the strength of Mom's hand can truly capture you, isn't that right?

Mom won't forget that time at that bar, when we were both drunk, you even discussed your favorite type of girl with Mom. A blatant member of the "looks-matter" club, not surprising for your age. Of course, you especially like beautiful legs and stockings, right?

Black silk wrapped around long, beautiful legs, preferably pantyhose, perfectly showcasing the curves of a woman's lower body. Remember? Mom even deliberately waved her leg in front of you, asking if that was true. You swallowed shyly, but wouldn't answer. Seeing your shy expression, Mom's heart couldn't help but flutter.

To ease the awkwardness, Mom encouraged you to go out and talk to girls like that. Although you hesitated and refused, Mom eventually pushed you out. Baby, Mom knew you wouldn't get anything. Each setback would make you cherish and crave the easily attainable satisfaction even more. But many things are full of unpredictable coincidences, aren't they?

When you and a girl have been talking for ten minutes, from the very first minute, every single second gradually building up to the tenth, Mom really couldn't hold back any longer. The torment was unbearable. Although anxious, Mom tried her best to maintain her elegance, tiptoeing over in her high heels to reach you. She gently nestled on your shoulder, kissed your cheek affectionately, and whispered in your ear, something like, "Mom isn't feeling well, I need you to go home and rest."

Your stiff body couldn't handle it; you stared blankly at the girl, unsure what to do. At that moment, I don't know if Mom was really drunk or if the boisterous atmosphere of the bar affected her, but Mom couldn't help but glance at the girl across from her. Will you blame Mom for ruining your pleasant conversation? Will you understand Mom? Honey~

On the way home, Mom intentionally took your arm, tentatively trying to talk to you about your impression of that girl. You stammered and couldn't explain clearly. Mom was just worried that you only liked younger girls, but what's there to worry about? Baby, what was Mommy worried about then?

When we got home, you helped Mommy to the bedroom, carefully laid her down on the bed, and didn't say a word, as if you'd been silent for a long time. Mommy heard you let out a long sigh of relief. Your steps as you turned to leave were light, but each step felt heavy on Mommy's heart. Was you really leaving like that? Baby! Mommy grabbed your wrist, moaning softly, "

Husband~ I miss you~ I miss you~ Husband~"

You hadn't gone far before Mommy pulled you back into her arms. Did you find it gentle? Baby~ Your breathing against Mommy's chest grew louder, the warm current stimulating Mommy's nerves, as if the mental shackles that usually bound us were finally about to be shaken off~

Kiss me~ Baby~ This was just a dream. Mommy missed Daddy, that's all. And in the dream, any man was Daddy!

Husband~ Come in~ Come in!

You clumsily started to take off Mom's stockings, your trembling fingers sliding around, but after fiddling for a long time, you still hadn't made any progress. Baby, you must still be a boy, right? Mom tried her best to appear anxious for you, putting on a show of caring about your growth. But deep down, Mom was just desperately trying to shake off a faint, sinful joy that was surfacing within her. Am I being hypocritical, baby? Would you like this kind of Mom?

You still tiptoed around in front of Mom, hesitant and unsure where to begin, afraid of waking her. Baby, do you know how much Mom wanted to stay in this dream and never wake up?

Unfortunately, this dream wasn't as wonderful as Mom imagined. You preferred to hold that pleasurable thing in your own hand rather than put it inside Mom's body. Baby, are you enjoying it? But Mom isn't happy at all; there's even a trace of sadness lingering in her heart.

Are you humiliating Mom?! Baby~

Tell Mommy~ Please tell Mommy~

But soon, you started responding to Mommy with your tongue, and unexpectedly, you soothed the emotions in Mommy's heart. You carefully licked Mommy's silk feet, from the soles to the toes, every detail was caressed by your tongue. It's so ticklish~ Baby~

Mommy feels so many desires crawling out of her heart, surging continuously from Mommy's mouth, whether from top to bottom~ even the blood vessels in her whole body are stretching and contracting~ Baby~ Mommy's moans didn't scare you, did they?

Mommy's wet, do you want to drink?

Your stroking is getting faster and faster, your mouth is constantly licking Mommy's silk stockings, you even forget to breathe, baby~ are your lungs working too hard too~ Mommy feels the same way, it's like breathing has become a luxury, air has become precious, I can't seem to get enough, it's really so painful~

why don't you come in~ baby~ Mommy will tell you a secret~ okay~

Mommy sweated a lot tonight, you know, when Mommy gets nervous, she sweats all over, especially when she saw you chatting so passionately with that girl, Mommy was completely soaked~

baby~ did you taste it~ that sour taste~ will you be disgusted by Mommy?

You've been sucking away for so long, as if you want to greedily drink up all the juices. Mom suddenly feels incredibly happy because your lips are so considerate, but the tip of your tongue that comes out from inside is so rough! It directly pushes the pantyhose into Mom's pussy. Are Mom's hair still there?
Baby~ Please don't stop~ Okay~ Mom really wants you to lick through that hateful black stockings and then thrust it in hard, thrust it in~ You want to go in too~ right?

Mom heard a muffled, low groan from your throat. You sucked hard on Mom's vulva, the sound of your fingers stroking her skin clear:

"slap slap slap,"

"slap slap,"

"slap"

...

It was as if the world had fallen silent. Baby, are you tired? Stop rubbing Mom's stockings, okay? Go back to sleep. Mom doesn't blame you. Mom just suddenly feels very sad, baby. It's not because you've let anyone down, but because you keep hurting yourself. Mom feels sorry for you—sorry for you, you pervert!!

You once told Mom you were a pervert, a pervert who didn't deserve anyone's love. You said those words with a smile, but your dimples were filled with bitterness. Did you think Mom didn't notice? But this perverted truth has caused Mom pain for a long time.

You secretly licked Mom's dirty underwear and stockings, didn't you?

You like to find a secluded corner and secretly smell the inside of Mom's pointed high heels, don't you?
You still want to use Mommy's bra to masturbate frantically in the bedroom, right?

You even secretly follow me into the bathroom to collect the menstrual blood from my leftover sanitary napkins. It tastes sweet to you, doesn't it?

It's okay, baby, you don't need to worry about these things. Mommy doesn't find it strange. Mommy understands men very well. There are probably very few men in the world who don't have such lewd thoughts about beautiful women; it's just a matter of whether they actually do it.

Why is there a picture of a girl hidden under your bed? Were you thinking about the girl in the picture when you did all those things? Mommy suddenly feels ridiculous. Baby, you're so good! Are you satisfied with Mommy playing the clown?

Mommy really can't imagine what happened between you and that delinquent girl. Why are you so devoted to her? Is it only by constantly tormenting you that you feel happy? Yes, you once told Mom that only by constantly tormenting you can you feel happy and existent.

But no matter what, baby, don't think you can go out as you please. Mom will make up all sorts of inexplicable reasons to make you do Mom's laundry. Yes, at least Mom will try her best to keep you by her side, even if you might be thinking of someone else. So what? Mom can educate you, can't she?

Do you remember those black pantyhose? My darling~ When Mom threw them in front of you, angrily questioning why the stains weren't cleaned properly, you seemed to kneel before me without hesitation, repeatedly begging for forgiveness: "I was wrong~"

You kept repeating that, tears streaming down your fair face. At that moment, I felt I couldn't take it anymore. It shouldn't have been like this, but for some reason, I didn't want you to stop. Even though my heart ached terribly, even to the point of bleeding, I insisted you keep saying it, kept saying "I was wrong."

My darling~ Do you know? When the pain reaches its deepest point, any further stimulation can really stir up a hidden, sinful pleasure, a vengeful pleasure, even a sadistic pleasure. I can't explain this strange feeling, but I think you'll understand, right?

Of course, my darling, you wouldn't know that those black stockings were something Mommy carefully treasured. They still have your scent from that night. How could Mommy bear to let you wash them so easily? Darling, do you know? Your real problem isn't that they weren't clean enough, it's that you washed everything too clean!
Hmph! How could Mommy let you wash everything so easily? Darling, you'll never get them clean!

So, in the end, Mommy picked up those black stockings again, frowned, and put on a serious face, warning you never to touch Mommy's clothes again. But... darling, will you really be able to control yourself from now on? Mom actually knew all along, and the answer was definitely no, because as Mom expected, you broke your promise that very night.

That night, Mom also drank a little too much, and felt like her body was floating. Like always, Mom really wanted to float higher and higher... higher and higher... because only...

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