My classmate and my charming mother (1-8)

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"Haha, I won again!"

Xiaoyu laughed triumphantly.

"Come on, I don't believe I can't beat you."

Bang bang, followed by the sound of the door opening. "Xiaoyi, you're here so early?"

It was Mom's voice. "Yeah, it's Friday today, Mom, how could you forget?"

I hurriedly replied. "Hurry up, put the game console away, I'm doomed if my mom sees it!"

I urged Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu slowly put the game console under the bed and said, "Speaking of which, we

skip the last class every Friday, and we always finish playing at the designated time without any mistakes. I've never

seen ."

Looking at his expectant face, I was speechless. My mom is my goddess. Thinking about how

surprised he would be when he saw my mom, I felt a mix of dissatisfaction and pride.

"I'm not bragging, but my mom's a real beauty. It's just a shame she's a bit strict with me."

"No wonder you always make me run out the window to smoke a cigarette at your house! And those treasures of yours (PS: pornographic

books, pornographic DVDs)—you've

hidden them really well! If your mom finds out, she'll skin you alive. This is

quite different from your behavior at school!"

Xiaoyu patted my shoulder, feigning surprise as he teased me.

I smiled wryly, thinking to myself, "What can I do? I have a dad who works in the criminal investigation department and

a mom .

" Born into such a family, I followed a path laid out for me by my parents from a young age: growing up, studying, working,

getting married children.

Therefore, I had very few friends growing up. The mutual respect my parents showed each other subtly influenced me. I

was timid and introverted towards girls my own age, afraid to talk to them. I felt that even my parents, now married, were

like this how could I possibly play and joke around with girls my own age?

I was a good child in my parents' eyes, a good student in my teachers' eyes.

I was truly fed up with this kind of life, planned out by my parents and so predictable.

Life is but a dream, and if that's how it is, we can simply drift through it, sketching out fleeting scenery.

After entering junior high, with less supervision at home, I gradually changed. I started smoking, drinking, playing video games, and occasionally flirting with

girls , but my mother remained my goddess.

Kids are unpredictable; sometimes, the more you guide them towards a positive and bright future, the more they'll

try break free from constraints and explore different paths in life—that's what rebellion is all about.

"Xiao Yi, Mom's in,"

her voice, carrying an invisible sternness and a hint of occasional, barely perceptible affection, pulled me from my thoughts

.

Xiao Yu and I were already there, pretending to write with our books and pens.

My mother wore a black blazer over a white shirt that clung tightly to her shapely

figure , highlighting her large breasts. Below her slender waist, a black knee-length pencil skirt accentuated

her round, full hips. Sexy, sheer stockings, as light as silk and as thin as a cicada's wing,

gently encased her fair, smooth legs. On her feet were black peep-toe wedge heels with closed heels. The stockings

were stretched thinner by her toes, revealing her two toes, which were painted with red and gold glitter

nail polish .

Those slender ankles, long and straight calves, and jade-like feet with painted toenails were

gently covered by thin stockings. Xiao Yu stared, his eyes wide. I could feel his gaze constantly caressing his mother's feet.

Calming his breathing, Xiao Yu straightened up: "Hello, Auntie!"

His mother said calmly, "You're Xiao Yi's classmate, right? You should be home on time after school, so your

parents don't worry."

Even when speaking to my classmate, her tone was almost commanding. Her voice carried a hint of a powerful woman's authority

and undeniable authority.

This was my mother, Yang Meiru, a graceful and beautiful woman who, in reality, was a powerful woman who managed top hotel staff with an

air of quiet authority.

"Okay, Auntie. I called my mom and said I was doing my homework at a classmate's house. I wanted to

discuss problems and improve together with Xiaoyi. I've finished now, I'm coming right now."

Mom's eyes seemed to soften a little after hearing this: "Be careful on the way."

It's hard to imagine that Xiaoyu, who usually smokes, chases girls, skips classes, and is fearless at school, was so docile by his mother's two sentences

.

Xiaoyu packed his books and bag, and as he turned to change his shoes at the door, his eyes were fixed on his mother's sexy

body.

Her plump, round buttocks, her alluring legs in stockings, and her delicate white toes peeking out from her peep-toe heels.

From Xiaoyu's

unrestrained . In a frenzy, I quickly gave him a look, signaling him to leave.

Whether he genuinely didn't know or was pretending, he took off his shoes and came back. "Auntie, I

forgot a book!"

he said, rushing over.

A thud rang out. Just like that, Xiaoyu, without shifting or veering, tripped and fell as he passed his mother.

Whether it was an instinctive reaction or like someone grabbing a floating tree when drowning, his hands slid down his mother's

plump, round buttocks to her slender, shapely legs encased in flesh-colored stockings before he collapsed to the ground.

His mother frowned slightly, but seeing him nearby, she temporarily forgot her earlier embarrassment

and quickly reached out to help Xiaoyu up, pretending nothing had happened. "You silly child," she said, "why did you run

so fast? So careless! Am I that scary? Why did you have to act like you were snatching food from a tiger's mouth?"

Hearing his mother's words, Xiaoyu looked like a well-behaved student who had made a mistake. "Auntie, I'm sorry, you're

so beautiful, like a movie star. I was secretly watching you and got distracted, so I fell."

His mother couldn't help but chuckle. Even the coldest, most hardened woman enjoys hearing compliments about her beauty.

Clearly, Mom was no exception. She said softly, "Hehe, Auntie is the same age as your mom, what's with all the talk about

being pretty ? You silly child, let's go home."

I think Mom must have been overjoyed. Dad is usually not good with words, and Mom's

image as an ice queen in the hotel means few dare to flatter her. Looking at Mom's sexy and aloof face, I saw a color I hadn't seen

before . I felt a strange sense of disgust towards Xiaoyu. Mom is my goddess, and besides

Dad, she can only be mine! "Xiaoyu, I saw you put some books in your bag. Take another look

. "

Xiaoyu pretended to look for his bag, then looked up with a blank expression while scanning Mom's sexy

body . "Oh, I'm so careless, they really are in my bag."

Xiaoyu put on a smile: "Well, Xiaoyi, Auntie, I'm leaving now. Can I come and play with

Xiaoyi " "Sure, I see Xiaoyi rarely visits his classmates' houses. You can play, but don't let it interfere with your studies.

"

Before I could even speak, Mom had already agreed.

As Xiaoyu left, I clearly saw a smug smile on his lips.

I was furious, and thinking about all the tricks he used to pick up girls at school, I couldn't help but feel worried.

How could Mom be with that little brat Xiaoyu? Good heavens, what am I thinking? This is my beloved

mom, my goddess! Xiaoyu, how could he possibly be with her?

I sat in the living room watching TV. It was already 10 pm, and Dad still wasn't home. He

was probably working overtime on some important case again. What a pity for such a beautiful woman like Mom. Dad

is so lucky. I wish I were him. "It's almost 10 pm. Even though it's the weekend, you should go to sleep, you hear me?

"

After saying that, he walked towards the balcony. His beautiful legs, encased in ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings,

slowly slid down from the bottom of his tight-fitting skirt. His fair and smooth thighs and toes adorned with red and gold powder were simply

irresistible . My lower body immediately reacted.

Cleverly, I quickly grabbed a cushion and hugged it. A glimpse out of the corner of my eye as my mother took off her stockings made my

erection uncontrollably salute her! "Remember to put the laundry and socks here before you go to sleep, okay?"

"Okay, okay,"

my mother replied, then swayed her pert pink buttocks as she mopped the floor and went into her bathroom.

Hearing the dripping water from the bathroom, I quietly got up. On the shoe rack were the sexy

peep-toe shoes my mother had worn that day, the soles of which exuded a fleshy fragrance and a slightly sour smell.

My mother's sexy, alluring toes, her jade-like feet without a single callus, those crystal-clear little feet

made me want to bite them.

After playing with the shoes, thinking about the stockings my mother had worn that day lying quietly in the laundry basket on the balcony, my crotch couldn't help but

swell even more.

My hands trembled as I picked up the pair of ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings. I brought them to my nose and sniffed the slightly yellowed

, sweaty toes. The faint smell of sweat mingled with the scent of my mother's delicate feet. I thought of my mother's long, straight, flesh-colored legs

in stockings, her toes peeking out from her peep-toe shoes, her nails painted with sexy nail polish. My hands quickly began to stroke my bulging, veiny penis.

I frantically licked and sucked the sweaty, smelly stockings, wanting to squeeze my tongue between her toes

and lick my mother's delicate feet, wanting her toes and insteps to slowly rub against my penis. Ahh, a large amount of white semen gushed out from

the head .

Looks like I'll be taking another pair of my mother's stockings. I nervously wrapped the empty stockings in a plastic bag, sealed it, and hid it in

the last drawer of my desk.

Another trophy added to my collection. Hehe, I shook the key in my hand with satisfaction.

That was the lock I had specially had changed while my parents were away on a business trip. They had no idea that what was hidden in that drawer

was a son's twisted desire for his mother! Is Pandora's box a gift from God or

a disaster that invites demons? Even I never imagined that a chance encounter would lead Xiaoyu to discover this

biggest secret besides the pornographic books hidden under the bed, forcing me to share my mother's untouched clothing with him, even handing

over the stockings and panties I had just stolen. Of course, that's a story for later. Last night, I received a call from my father; there was

a major emergency, and I had to stay at the office to work overtime.

Just then,

the doorbell rang. Pretending to be reading in my room, I quickly went to the door.

Xiaoyu, upon entering, stared at his mother, who was wiping the floor, his eyes widening in surprise.

Today, his mother was wearing a beige tank top, her full, round breasts seemingly about to

burst , the deep cleavage revealing a captivating allure. From Xiaoyu's position, he could see the white lace bra peeking out of the seam and the faint

areolas of her nipples . A black leather bodycon skirt clung tightly to Mom's soft, full, pink buttocks, the dark pubic hair faintly visible around the hazy triangle at the base of her thighs. Her two long, white legs, encased in thin, semi-transparent black stockings, exuded an air of lewdness as she swayed her hips while wiping the floor. Her toes arched slightly as she wiped, revealing ten delicate, white toes beneath the sheer stockings, their nail polish adorned with tempting gold dust. The translucent soles of the stockings revealed Mom's smooth, delicate feet. "Good morning, Auntie," Xiaoyu greeted me with an innocent, adorable tone that filled me with contempt. "Morning," Mom replied, still wiping the floor, giving Xiaoyu a slight nod before continuing. Her tone was that of a strong, independent woman, devoid of any extra words. Less than two centimeters away from Xiaoyu, I could hear him carefully swallowing. My dear mother, don't you know your beautiful and alluring body is being exposed to the eyes of a hungry wolf, or do you really just see him as a child? This was supposed to be a privilege only my father and I could see! "I have a problem I can't solve, please teach me quickly!"

A wave of annoyance washed over me as I led Xiaoyu into my room.

"Damn, your mom's so beautiful and sexy! Your dad's so fucking lucky! If I were your dad, your mom would

n't even have time to eat, let alone clean the floor!"

Xiaoyu exclaimed wistfully.

Seeing his lecherous look, I was furious. I silently despised him and didn't respond, instead taking out the novel I'd hidden under

my homework .

If Mom were really pinned down by her, Xiaoyu roared, roughly tearing off her stockings. No

foreplay , no caresses, no flirting, just a direct, brutal fight. Afterwards, Mom would pant softly,

her face flushed, gently leaning against Xiaoyu's not-so-broad chest, her slender fingers tracing circles on his chest. Xiaoyu

whispered something in her ear, eliciting a soft moan from her. No way, my mom's a cold, strong woman,

Xiaoyu? "Impossible, he's just a kid, how could he? What am I thinking? I know it's impossible,

but why am I so excited?" "Son, hurry up and get the game console from under the bed!"

"Damn it, you idiot!"

I scoffed disdainfully, then pulled out the game console.

"Ahem, I'm really sorry, I got too caught up in my fantasies and thought I was your dad."

Xiao Yu took the controller, scratching his head sheepishly. I said fiercely, "Let me tell you, fantasizing is one

thing , but my mom manages a hotel with a lot of people under her. You'd better give up your little schemes. Don't say my mom's

impossible, I'll be the first to take you down."

"Come on, we've been playing together for so long, don't you know me? I only fool little girls. I only dare to think about

older women If I think about it, you'll turn on me? I can't stand thinking about it. If it's real, I'll...

"

After saying that, he shrugged and spread his hands, looking like a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water.

"Alright, alright, stop nagging. I'll take you out in the game first.

" "You trash? Watch me!"

"Xiao Yi, Mom's going out to buy some things, just something for breakfast."

"Mom, I want chicken wings and Coke. My classmate wants the same."

After playing games for so long, I'm really hungry. Although my family is well-off, they're

very strict about my allowance. Eating KFC with my own allowance is still a luxury. It's rare that Mom thought Xiao Yu was

here to study and specially went out to buy us breakfast, so of course I have to treat myself.

"How can you eat junk food when you're growing? You'll eat whatever I bring."

Mom's tone was stern. It's just KFC, right? Good heavens, there's no

Uncle Wang next door, and the water in Dad's shampoo sink doesn't turn green. Doesn't that prove I'm their biological child

? I was engrossed in a game when the living room phone rang. It was my mom, who manages the hotel's check-in

staff. She'd forgotten her wallet and was stumped when she needed to pay for something. Even

moms can be forgetful sometimes. On the phone, she told me to take a taxi and bring her the money, saying her room

key was on the living room table and reminding me to lock the door after I took my wallet.

But Xiaoyu was still at my house! Luckily, I always had the desk key with me; taking it later would have been

a bit of a blunder.

I never paid attention to my parents' room keys; they usually just left them lying around when they were home

. But one time when they weren't home and I wanted to get some change, I couldn't open their

closet .

A few times when I was watching TV in their room, my dad had casually glanced at the clothes inside, but there wasn't anything there

.

I easily found my way into the bedroom, searched around, but there was no wallet. Then there was the jingling sound—had I

dropped a coin? A one-yuan note. Oh well, I'll keep the change.

A moment later, the phone rang again. Mom seemed a little embarrassed and said her wallet wasn't in her room;

she'd left it on the shoe rack that morning and forgotten to take it. After taking the wallet and telling Xiaoyu not to touch or rummage through my room, she casually tossed her

bedroom key onto the table and left.

As she left, Xiaoyu licked his lips, a knowing look on his

face as he stared at the key on the living room table.

"Eating this again? I'm so disgusted,"

I complained, looking at the bag Mom was carrying.

"It's better than you eating chicken wings and cola. Be good, Mom has some business at the hotel at noon.

You and your classmate can eat out for lunch,"

she said, handing me five yuan before going to her room to change and head to the office.

I went into my room and found Xiaoyu was already gone. The kid probably couldn't stand being alone

.

Seeing the room was clearly different from when I left, I quickly opened the lock on the desk compartment, thankfully

nothing had been touched or disturbed.

I glanced under the bed and, sure enough, he'd taken two more of my porn books. At this hour, Xiaoyu was probably reading them in

his in the dark.

The thought of the lustful look in his eyes when he looked at Mom this morning made me a little restless. I took the stockings, stained with my

semen , out of the drawer. They were dry after a day. I brought them to my nose and sniffed;

there was still a faint scent of Mom's feet, but mostly the sour, fishy

smell .

I took the stockings to the shoe cabinet. These were the slippers Mom had worn this morning. Hiss! I took a deep

breath, and my penis immediately became erect.

I eagerly pulled down my pants and slipped the flesh-colored stockings over my erect penis, licking Mom's

slippers. The lingering smell of sweaty feet mixed with the stench of plastic slippers assaulted my brain.

Thinking of his mother's soft, smooth legs and delicate feet, all of which smelled like her, waves of intense pleasure washed over him

, and copious amounts of semen soaked his stockings.

After ejaculating, he took the wad of paper used to wipe his penis into the living room bathroom. What was this? His mother had clearly just poured it out this morning.

I opened

the wad of still-damp, sticky tissue with trembling hands, and immediately ran to the shoe cabinet.

Sure enough, Xiaoyu had masturbated with the peep-toe heels Mom had worn yesterday. Looking at the obvious signs of wiping and

the faint fishy smell, I felt increasingly angry.

It seemed he really did have designs on Mom, and it wasn't just a thought; he wouldn't succeed.

Feeling depressed, I went to a nearby shady bar, chose a corner seat, and browsed the four

or five people. I then clicked on sites like "Empress of the World" and "Green Mother Exchange.

" The charm of mature women fascinated me, and Mom's alluring, sexy yet cold aura captivated me

. Browsing through articles and pictures of mature women, I couldn't help but feel excited.

An article about women being like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty, and the seven-year itch, made me ponder deeply. What kind of sorrow did

Mom and Dad, busy with work, tell in the dead of night?

Occasionally, I would eavesdrop on my parents making love through the wall. They would moan softly for a few minutes, then fall silent. Although my mother

was unhappy, she couldn't show her desire for my father too much beneath her strong-willed exterior.

(I feel so sorry for my father. I want to tell my mother, "Leave Dad alone! Come to me if you have a problem!" PS: Just kidding.) After finishing my

business, I dragged my tired body home. My father, legs crossed, leaned back on the sofa, took a sip of tea, and shook

out . He beamed, "Where have you been fooling around

, you brat? Why are you only coming at 5 o'clock?" His deep voice carried an almost imperceptible doting tone. With his slightly overweight belly and unremarkable appearance, if

it weren't for his deep, weathered eyes, it would be hard to imagine that my father was the husband of a beauty like my mother.

"It's too boring being home alone, so I went to the library to read, Dad,"

I replied without batting an eye.

"I only half believe you. Do you think I don't know my son?"

My father took another sip of tea. "Wait a little longer. If your mother doesn't come soon, we'll have to go out to eat again

."

As soon as I finished speaking, Mom opened the door and came in. "Why are we going to a restaurant? People who don't know better might think your son comes from a single-parent

family. I've cooked you a nice meal today."

At the dinner table, Mom and Dad talked about each other's work, occasionally asking about my studies. I just gave perfunctory

answers. Mom casually mentioned Xiaoyu, saying he seemed quite honest and kind, and that he came to me early in the morning to study. I don't have many

friends I should invite him to our house more often.

Dad chimed in, saying that he and Mom were busy with work, and having a good friend to study with was a good thing.

Studying together, huh? I've really brought this upon myself. If Mom and Dad knew what we'd been doing at school, they'd

probably kill me. Although we were on good terms, we were more like fair-weather friends. Thinking about the lustful look in his eyes when he saw Mom these past

few days , I really didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

Dad asked me about Xiaoyu, and I told him everything truthfully. Xiaoyu came from a single-parent family,

lived with his grandmother in the countryside since he was little, and after starting junior high school, he lived with his mother who worked here.

Besides my efforts to mold him into a model student—respectful to elders, kind to children, and diligent in his studies— my

parents' faces showed a hint of seriousness upon hearing this. Having received higher education themselves, they understood

the hardships .

They instructed me to bring him home more often, not to bully him just because he seemed well-behaved, and

to share good food and toys with him.

My goodness, if I said Xiaoyu was the kind of bad student who smoked, skipped classes, and chased girls, my parents would probably say he

was unambitious

had given up on himself. It was this lie at the dinner table that led to my painful consequences soon after. In a dark, slightly

damp basement apartment, Xiaoyu tossed and turned, recalling the erotic scene at Xiaoyi's house—that tender, alluring

body , those long, white legs encased in stockings, that full, rounded buttocks… If he could wear

that seductive purple lace lingerie hidden deep in the closet , the semi-transparent gauze barely concealing her nipples, her arms shyly wrapped around herself

, her legs tightly clamped around her vulva, revealing a patch of thick, dark, ultra-thin, semi-transparent stockings, her toes painted with sexy red

nail polish , and roughly lift the hem of the nightgown to roughly penetrate her half-naked buttocks...

He couldn't help but swallow hard at this thought, his right hand rapidly stroking his penis. Sunday morning,

I was reading a novel in my room, my father was intently checking documents on the computer, my mother was wearing a white

fitted blouse with a V-neck revealing a deep cleavage, her breasts bulging out of the blouse, swaying from side to side as she did

housework , her black short skirt revealing glimpses of black lace panties, her pinkish-white legs

swaying with her breasts, showcasing the perfect, sexy curve of her calves.

Ring, ring, my father put down the documents and opened the door.

Outside the door, Xiao Yu, carrying a large backpack and wearing his school uniform, looked adorable. "Good morning, Uncle and Auntie!"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation. That greeting, that voice—it was so damn pretentious. "Auntie, you're so beautiful! Every time

I see you, you're a sight to behold. I'd be so happy to have a mom like you!"

Looking into Xiao Yu's sincere eyes, his mother gave a playful laugh. "You little rascal, you're so cute!"

This was a rare sight from my usually stern and serious mother.

Considering my usually reserved and serious father and my mother's submissive attitude as hotel employees, it was no wonder

my mother was delighted to hear such flattery. A few words of praise had her beaming. Had the ice queen melted

? Hmph, I knew it was just a little trick. Xiao Yu's father, meeting him for the first time, was also very enthusiastic, quickly inviting

him in. Perhaps it was their knowledge of Xiao Yu's background and his continued self-reliance and love of learning

that revealed their kindness and compassion.

"Xiao Yi, your classmate's here! Come out quickly!"

"I'm doing math problems. The door's unlocked, let him in."

Xiao Yu's arrival and behavior annoyed me. He showed up uninvited, this guy.

"Wow, your mom's so beautiful and sexy! Sorry, buddy, I accidentally saw her underwear..."

"Pants, black, lace, so tempting!"

Locking the door, Xiaoyu's true nature was revealed; his lewd and vulgar demeanor

was a stark contrast to the well-behaved image he had projected outside.

Hearing his words, I sensed a dangerous undercurrent. I felt a mix of anger and excitement, a conflicting emotion

I couldn't shake. I hated his fawning over my mother, yet I also secretly hoped

something might actually happen between them.

Then I thought it was impossible. In my mother's eyes, he was just a schoolboy. Not only

would she never be interested in him, but even if he had the ability and means, could a child

steal my mother away from my father, a detective with over a decade of experience? A touch of arrogance made me want to tease Xiaoyu. "

I can't have her, so why should you?" "Stop daydreaming. If you keep spouting this nonsense and daydreaming, don't blame me for turning on you."

"No way, bro, I'm just thinking, just thinking. Come on, let's play games. I'll beat you up today."

Xiao Yu looked miserable, then grabbed the game controller.

"Xiao Yi, Dad went to work. There's an operation tonight. Your mom also has to supervise the hotel staff. It might be until

later. Remember to take the money on the table and go out to eat with your classmates." "

Okay, okay."

I absentmindedly replied, having been beaten up by Xiao Yu again.

Damn it, this is really annoying. I slammed down the controller, went to the window, and lit a cigarette.

I sent Xiao Yu away to get some money and told him to go downstairs to buy a soda.

Now's the time. I took out my key, opened the drawer of my desk, and took out a pair of pink lace-trimmed

panties and a pair of ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings. I brought them to my nose and sniffed them, remembering that Xiao Yu said my mother wore a pair of black lace stockings today. I wonder if I'll have a chance to get them

tonight , hehe. I hid the stockings and panties under the bed, pretending they were deliberately hidden deep inside but accidentally peeking out . Let him fantasize about my mom, you pretentious show-off! I wonder if he'll secretly take them or just use those intimate garments to finish his business. I'm actually a little excited. To be continued... A preview of Chapter 3: Xiao Yu takes out the black lace panties from that day in front of Xiao Yi. With Xiao Yu and Mei Ru's mother becoming increasingly familiar, Xiao Yi is furious and suspects something might have actually happened between them. Actually, those panties... (I'll leave this a cliffhanger; revealing everything would ruin the fun ). Later, Xiao Yu tricks Mei Ru by saying his rural grandmother is sick and about to pass away, claiming her greatest wish is to see Xiao Yu get married, but she won't live to see it. Xiao Yu hopes Mei Ru will pretend to be his girlfriend and go to his hometown so his grandmother can fulfill her last wish. (The old man is over eighty, so it shouldn't be too far-fetched for Meiru to dress up and pretend to be a girlfriend in her twenties to fool him, especially since some people in remote areas get married early.) Actually, Meiru refused. When Xiaoyi found out, he felt his mother had changed and threw a tantrum, saying that his father and mother should divorce, and that he didn't care about his mother. Considering that their son was going through a rebellious phase, his mother and father decided to let him calm down. Taking advantage of this opportunity, his mother secretly went to Xiaoyu's hometown with him. Chapter 3: It was almost noon, and the slightly hot weather was really irritating. While Xiaoyu was out, I changed into casual sports shorts and a t-shirt, leaving my old clothes lying on the bed . A little while later, Xiaoyu brought two bottles of soda, which I drank down in one gulp, feeling incredibly refreshed. When it was time to eat, I took a large sum of money and told Xiaoyu that I wanted to go to KFC. He looked miserable and insisted on coming along, but I refused. That was money my dad gave me, why should I go with you? If I took him, how would he find the stockings ? "Alright, go eat out yourself if you have the money. Make sure you put those two books you took from me back there properly later, " I said impatiently, then stormed out. After finishing my meal, I let out a satisfied burp. It was so satisfying! If Xiaoyu hadn't been home today, my dad wouldn't have given me so much money. I really have to thank him. On the way home, I thought about how Xiaoyu found my mother's sheer stockings and sexy lace What must he have felt, filled with lust for my mother ? Was he consumed by desire, unable to resist her, yet incredibly frustrated by his inability to have her? Or would he later do something shocking, pushing himself into the abyss of sin? The latter would only lead to lifelong regret and imprisonment. Thinking of this, I slowed my pace, a strange excitement rising within me, along with a hint of triumphant satisfaction . My mother's undergarments were being wantonly handled by someone other than me. You toad lusting after a swan! You can't have it all, so what's the point of giving you a little something? It'll only make you sink deeper. Inside the room, Xiao Yu was panting heavily, staring at his mother's obviously worn, ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings and lace panties as if he'd discovered a new continent. His hands trembled as he stretched out his hands. He hadn't expected Xiao Yi to have such a fetish. This was his mother, after all ! Who could resist such a sexy and alluring woman? Even his son couldn't escape it. "So stimulating!" Xiao Yu licked the slightly yellowish crotch of the pink lace panties, his crotch covered in the ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings I'd ejaculated in. He took a deep breath of the panties, a wave of sensual, lewd scent rushing to his head. Imagining his burning hot penis pressing against Xiao Yi's mother's overflowing, wet vagina, his hands gripping her smooth, pink thighs clad in ultra-thin stockings, a tear in the toe revealing five pink toes painted with red nail polish, the soles of her feet emanating a mixture of sweaty odor and the alluring scent of a woman's body. " Hmph, you slut, prepare for my semen baptism!" Looking at the semen-soaked, wet stockings and the saliva-covered pink lace panties, the previous pleasure had long since vanished.

Seeing the two items slowly bringing him back to his senses, he immediately felt relieved. Thinking about Xiao Yi's attitude towards him these past two days, he thought

, "No wonder. Hmph, Xiao Yi will definitely become more and more distant from me in the future. It seems there won't be many opportunities for him to come over

to play games and read porn anymore. The most regrettable thing is that I can no longer fantasize about his mother's alluring figure."

Thinking this, Xiao Yu grabbed the stockings and lace panties and stuffed them into his backpack. He glanced at Xiao Yi's

clothes lying on the bed, rubbed his stomach (he hadn't eaten lunch yet), and reached into the pocket of the clothes on the bed to take

the few yuan he'd gotten from buying a soda.

Anyway, there wouldn't be any further interaction; he'd fill his stomach first. "

Huh, what's this? The key to his parents' wardrobe from last time? I didn't expect this kid to have made a copy. No wonder he has such a twisted love for his own mother." Recalling yesterday when Xiao Yi was out delivering his wallet and the house was empty, he took the living room key and went into his parents' room. A small silver key lying between the bed and the wardrobe caught his attention. He used the small key to open the wardrobe. The outer layer contained some ordinary clothes and work attire. As he rummaged deeper, the scene before him sent a shiver down Xiao Yu's spine. Semi-transparent nightgowns, revealing stockings with lace crotches, black thongs, pink lingerie with sheer fabric exposing her breasts—all sorts of things. There was even a vibrator lying quietly in its exquisitely packaged box. He seemed see Xiao Yi's father, exhausted and about to fall asleep, smoking by the bedside in the dead of night. His mother, Liu Meiru, had just finished showering and was wearing these arousing lingeries, arms crossed, eyes full of desire. Though she didn't want to be too she hoped this would make Xiao Yi's father sweat profusely and regain his virility. Unfortunately, age and work took their toll, and Xiao Yi's father quickly gave in, finishing hastily. And that vibrator in the box was the best proof of that. That day, Xiaoyu took out a black open-crotch thong from the closet. Remembering his mother's alluring stockings, beautiful legs, and delicate feet, he inexplicably drifted to the shoe cabinet. He inserted his penis into the peep-toe of her peep-toe high heels, smelling the black open-crotch thong. Feeling the waves of pleasure emanating from his glans, he ejaculated thick, white semen. After wiping the shoes, he put the keys back where they were, put the thong in the closet, and, driven by curiosity , picked up the vibrator from its packaging. Underneath the vibrator box were several documents. One document stated: "February 7th, suffocation with obvious signs of struggle." Another file with the same case was labeled "myocardial infarction, accidental death." He quickly skimmed the case file, noting the investigator and the deceased, before putting it back. Xiaoyu carefully examined the key he had taken from Xiaoyi's pocket; it seemed slightly larger than the one in his parents' room last time . So, this key... I always saw him secretly taking out a game disc and a lighter from the other two drawers of his desk when we used to leave early to play video games at Xiao Yi's house. When I asked him what was in the last drawer, he always gave and cryptic answers. This key... holy crap, holy crap, this is unbelievable! Haha, this is a godsend! Deliberately slowing my pace and making my footsteps louder, I slowly opened the door. I saw Xiao Yu smiling at me, as if he could see right through me. A dangerous aura seemed to permeate the air, making me vaguely uneasy. "Brother Yi, what's this? " Xiao Yu pulled out several pairs of stockings with dried semen at the toes and waved them in front of me. "You, you , where did you get this?" My mind went blank. I panicked, really panicked, a surge of inexplicable anger welling up inside me, my fists . "Brother Yi, don't get excited. I never imagined you were this obsessed with your mother. She's your mother , after all. Your parents would be shocked if they knew you'd been secretly hiding these things." Seeing Xiaoyu's confident, almost irrational look, I was about to throw a punch when he paused and added, "You know Aunt Meiru is so sexy and alluring, I do have fantasies about her, but you also know some things are impossible. I think you'd be happy to share these things with me , right? Hmm?" I, who had originally intended to tease Xiaoyu, was now filled with regret. Damn it, the keys in my pocket! How could I have forgotten something so important? Reality and reason told me that fighting with Xiaoyu was clearly not a wise choice, but were my deepest secrets about to be laid bare before him? What would my parents think of me if they knew about the stockings in the checkered box? Taking a deep breath, I chose to compromise. "You want my mom's stockings and sexy lace, right? I can give you the two pieces under the bed and the ones you have, but you have to give me back the key. We'll never see each other again." Xiaoyu didn't say anything, though he looked at me with a smile. A hint of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth. It seemed he wouldn't give up easily. Calming myself down, I made a difficult decision. " If that's not enough, I can lend you the stockings and lace panties that I secretly took from Mom when she just took them off. " I said this with trembling fists. "I can give you back the key, but not in a month. You can choose not to, but I don't know what the consequences will be, hehe. Also, you know my family situation. I'll come to your house to play with you often on weekends. But do you want your mom Meiru's fresh, used stockings and panties? I don't want them to be covered in your dried semen when I get them. I'll use them and then give them back to you, how about that?" This is going to be a concession, I guess. I'll just have to endure it. " I'll find a chance to kill you later." "Fine, if you don't keep your promise for a month, we'll fight to the death, and you won't get away with it either," I said fiercely.

After saying that, I slammed the door and stormed out, walking angrily to the living room. I absentmindedly played on the computer, glancing occasionally at

my half-open bedroom door, where Xiaoyu was engrossed in his game.

The more I thought about it, the more indignant I became. I should have punched him a good time earlier, but then... a short while later, Xiaoyu

closed my bedroom door, leaving it unlocked, whether intentionally or unintentionally, a crack.

I pretended to get up to pour water, glancing at the crack in the door. I saw Xiaoyu holding a handful of stockings to his

nose, sitting cross-legged on the floor with various lace panties scattered around his feet. His engorged penis,

encased in a white lace-trimmed panty, was being manipulated.

I could feel Xiaoyu's triumphant gaze through the crack in the door. I angrily turned my head away,

the shame in my mind and the thought of Xiaoyu blatantly playing with my mother's precious undergarments strangely arousing me.

I slowly walked into the bathroom in the living room, watching my shameful, secretly erect penis, which I was stroking with my bare hands.

Those things, which only I could have, now...

After ejaculating, I felt something precious inside me shatter. I couldn't see my own expression, but

it was definitely twisted and bizarre with regret.

"Shouldn't you be going?"

I said coldly to Xiaoyu in the room. "Aunt Meiru hasn't arrived yet. I'll leave as soon as she gets here

."

This pushover, I'll kill you sooner or later. A light drizzle began to fall,

growing . Was the heavens mourning for me?

"Mom's here!"

I exclaimed happily, my gloom vanishing the day the moment I saw her. "Yeah, I haven't slept yet. This

rain is really heavy; my shoes got soaked just getting in and out of the car." I lowered my head slightly, my eyes constantly

stealing glances at my mother's slender, long legs in black stockings beneath her short skirt. After she changed out of her black heels, I saw her

delicate, snow-white feet encased in ultra-thin black stockings.

Rainwater had seeped into her shoes, completely soaking the toes of her stockings on the drive,

releasing a slightly damp and sweaty smell.

My penis immediately reacted; the warm, wet toes of her stockings seemed to have been drained of semen, and

I could vaguely see the pink, semi-transparent nail polish on her toes through the sheer stockings.

My mother, who already had slightly sweaty feet, coughed sheepishly; I think she could smell the

slightly .

Watching my mother slowly slide her stockings down her snowy thighs, and remembering that I would soon have

her exquisite pair of original stockings, with the thick yellow sweat stains mixed with rainwater at the toes, my heart felt like

it was going to jump out of my chest. "Aunt Meiru, you're here!"

Xiaoyu poked his head out of my room. "Xiaoyi, why aren't you home yet?"

my mother asked with a hint of surprise. "Ah, it's already ten o'clock. I was just solving a math problem. I didn't expect

it to be so late."

After saying that, he sat down on the sofa in the living room with his packed schoolbag on his back. "What a good boy. Unlike Xiaoyi, who

runs to the living room to play on the computer without even finishing his homework."

My mother praised Xiaoyi, but looked at me with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Sigh, Mom, I've finished everything. He was doing extra practice problems, okay?"

I said, carrying a basin full of hot water from the bathroom to my mother. "Mom's feet smell bad. I just saw

a commercial (the old one on TV where kids wash their moms' feet). Mom, let me wash

your feet for you."

I could feel the jealousy in Xiaoyu's eyes. This is my mom. So

what if you got all that? I gave Xiaoyu a defiant look. My hand trembled as I touched my mother's toes and

put the basin down. The sweaty, smelly feet emanating from my mother's feet made me feel excited and inexplicably energized.

The moment I touched my mother's ankle, my heart raced. My mother's ankles were so smooth and soft.

Perhaps because my mother's feet were naturally sweaty and the smell was a bit strong from the rain, she seemed a little

embarrassed . Perhaps because Xiaoyi was watching and felt it was inappropriate, my mother pulled her feet away. "Xiaoyi has grown up

and knows how to care for his mother. I'm so happy. Let me do it myself."

With that, my mother gently opened my hand and slowly began to rub her feet.

Xiaoyu and I were both incredibly aroused. How many times had I dreamt of those alluring, jade-like

feet and silk-stockinged legs?

It was infuriating! If Xiaoyu hadn't been there, I would have succeeded today.

Xiaoyu's stomach rumbled. I'd forgotten he hadn't eaten all day.

Serves him right ! Xiaoyu looked at his mother sheepishly. His mother stopped bathing and glared at me.

"Auntie, don't misunderstand. Xiaoyu took me out to eat today. I get hungry easily. I won't bother you anymore

. Goodbye, Auntie."

Xiaoyu awkwardly got up, pretending to be going home.

His mother looked at me suspiciously, a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

"Wait a minute, Auntie will make you some noodles. It's raining so hard, I'll drive you there after you finish eating."

Seeing the look of concern on my mother's face as she looked at Xiaoyu, I felt a surge of anger. "Just lend him an umbrella and let him go by

himself , honestly, I'm going to sleep

in my room." My mother shook her head, furrowed her brow, and looked at Xiaoyu, then put on a pitying

expression, explaining to him that she had been too strict with me since I was little, but hadn't spent much time with me, hence his

impolite behavior.

Xiaoyu, looking thoughtful, indicated understanding. My mother swayed her shapely hips as she went into the kitchen.

She didn't notice the lustful gaze behind her.

My mother brought the noodles to him, gave him a glass of water, and sat down beside him, thinking

about .

Xiaoyu ate his noodles, occasionally stealing glances at my mother. Her fair, delicate legs were exposed under her skirt, one crossed over the other

, her toes dangling from her sandals, her large breasts rising and falling with her breath, occasionally emitting a seductive...

The alluring aura of the woman left Xiaoyu unable to calm down for a long time.

*Bang!* A cup full of warm water fell to the ground, shards of glass and some hot water

splashing onto his mother's delicate feet. "Ah!"

his mother cried out in pain. Xiaoyu apologized profusely, feigning nervousness and helplessness

, and in a panic, reached for his mother's soft, white feet.

"Aunt Meiru, I'm so sorry, so sorry. Let me see, are you alright? Let me rub them for you,"

his mother said, pushing him away with her hands. But seeing Xiaoyu's worried and anxious expression, her foot, which had been slowly retracting,

gradually extended again. "It's because of me that Auntie's foot got hurt. Auntie, let me take a look, otherwise I'll

feel guilty."

Xiaoyu carefully placed his mother's foot on his thigh. "You child, really..."

Meiru, looking at Xiaoyu, who was about the same age as her son, in this intimate position, turned her head away shyly

.

Hearing the sound of the glass shattering, I was about to open the door to see what was happening, but I stopped abruptly.

Through the crack in the door, I saw Xiaoyu's hand caressing my mother's delicate, beautiful feet. His left hand held her

smooth white ankle, while his right thumb gently kneaded it.

My mother seemed to be enjoying it; her usually dignified and elegant face was now slightly flushed. I

felt a surge of anger and resentment.

What was this? Those feet that she wouldn't even let her own son touch were now resting on Xiaoyu's thigh, allowing him

to play with them at will. A mixture of anger and inexplicable excitement made my groin tremble.

Xiaoyu changed the way he kneaded her warm, slightly damp feet, and

my mother, felt the strange sensation emanating from them.

Even if it was just to check on her injured foot, even for a child, this posture was really

strange. Sensing something was amiss, the mother decisively stretched out her warm, damp feet. "Xiaoyu, Auntie's

fine now, it doesn't hurt anymore."

The mother tried her best to appear natural, but a hint of

embarrassment was clearly visible in her flickering eyes.

Xiaoyu stammered, lowering his head, "Really, Auntie? Then I'm relieved. I'm really... I'm

sorry "

"Alright, Auntie doesn't blame you, really. It's so late, let Auntie take you home."

The mother waved her hand and picked up the car keys from the table.

Xiaoyu, following behind, kept staring lecherously at his mother's snow

-white legs. The moment his mother lowered her head, she immediately switched to a well-behaved look. Thinking about taking Xiaoyu

home, I couldn't help but feel a little worried, and at the same time, a faint excitement. I had a feeling something would happen on their way

... Beep... Beep... The phone rang in the living room at midnight.

They really had an accident. Mom said Xiaoyu was injured and she was at the hospital with him. She notified Xiaoyu's

mother didn't explain what happened. She just told me to rest on my own that night and then hung up.

What happened? Was it a car accident? Although Mom's driving skills, especially when she drives in high heels, are really

questionable, it seemed from the phone call that only Xiaoyu was injured… I didn't sleep a wink that night. The next day, Mom

told me that when she passed by Xiaoyu's house on a secluded side road, a man wearing a hat was blocking the road and waving. He

said he couldn't get a ride late at night and wanted a ride from Mom.

As the man slowly approached, Mom was about to close the window and politely refuse because she couldn't see his face,

but suddenly the man pulled out a dagger with his left hand, stuck it through the window, and held it to Mom's neck.

"Robbery! Have your son bring over the valuables in the car!"

Naturally, the robber mistook Xiaoyu for Mom's son.

Facing the vicious thug, the mother tried her best to calm herself: "He's just after money, you must

stay calm."

She had Xiaoyu take the wallet from the glove compartment and give it to him. "Brother, I know you're

driven to . Everyone makes mistakes. Take the money. I have a Da Philippe watch in my car, worth

a lot. Please let us go."

The thug seemed somewhat hesitant, but after seeing the mother's alluring face and the sexy

figure in the driver's seat, his eyes flashed with malice. It seemed that robbing her was just a side effect; he truly wanted to seduce her.

Xiaoyu opened the passenger-side storage compartment and took out the watch from the box for the thug. He paused, as if making

a decision, and then partially covered the box with a can of police tear gas.

The moment he handed the box to the thug, Xiaoyu sprayed the can of tear gas wildly in his face. The thug, his eyes watering and

temporarily blinded, frantically stabbed someone before fleeing in panic.

Seeing Xiaoyu's mother, heartbroken and weeping, and Xiaoyu lying in bed with his left hand bandaged, I

was overwhelmed with emotion.

This weathered middle-aged woman bore the marks of time and life's hardships.

I thought, perhaps the greatest happiness for her was having no relatives in prison and no sick family members at home. In this

vast city, she was all alone, relying solely on Xiaoyu. What could we do for her…? Xiaoyu's father and

several police officers questioned him about the situation, while his mother looked at him with a face full of guilt.

How could I face Xiaoyu, who harbored lewd thoughts about his mother, now

lying pale in bed?

If he could get better, I thought we could still be friends.

Three days later, Xiaoyu was discharged, but because his left hand hadn't fully recovered, he still needed to recuperate at home.

Because of the condition of their rented room, Xiaoyu's mother accepted my parents' suggestion to let Xiaoyu

stay with us. However, his mother, perhaps due to low self-esteem, timidity, or the distance to her workplace, declined to

stay with us temporarily, only instructing us to take good care of Xiaoyu.

After Xiaoyu moved in, to make things easier, my mother gave me and

Xiaoyu each buy a smartphone.

Of course, I couldn't buy everything he was given. Clever as I am, I had to pocket some. After all, he's just a kid.

Still basking in the joy of getting the phone and a small fortune, I completely missed the slightest odd behavior from Xiaoyu and his mother

.

One Friday night, since Xiaoyu and I shared a room, and it had been a week since he moved in

, I hadn't masturbated in so long. I shook Xiaoyu by the bed, and when he didn't react, I tiptoed to

the balcony . Sure

enough, there were my mother's worn-out sheer stockings in the laundry basket. I brought them to my nose... ah, the same old formula, the same

old smell.

Hmm? This smell… In the moonlight, I saw undried semen on the toes of the stockings.

My mind went blank. No wonder Xiaoyu hadn't touched the

stockings Xiaoyu? He's only been here a week, and he's already this bold? Isn't he afraid his mother will find out? Just

leaving them here like that

? Or is he trying to frame me? No, he's on leave and staying at our house. If Mom finds out and I don't have

a home yet, she'll only think Xiaoyu did it, not me.

With these questions in mind, I couldn't sleep all night… It seems that small fortune won't stay. Dad's not

home this weekend anyway. The next day at dinner, I still pretended to be overjoyed with the new phone,

chattering away with Xiaoyu about its various functions.

Mom came in after washing clothes on the balcony, reminding us to play on our phones less and focus more on our studies.

Didn't Mom notice the stockings? Then why did she give Xiaoyu a strange look when she glanced at him

, like a reproach mixed with a little shyness? During dinner, Mom kept telling us how to study hard.

Xiaoyu nodded repeatedly, seemingly accepting the advice. Because Xiaoyu's left hand was still bandaged, Mom kept putting food on

his plate. Because of what happened last night, I noticed that when Mom was putting food on his plate, Xiaoyu's eyes would always sneakily

glance at Mom's swaying breasts.

I suddenly had a feeling that if I weren't there, Xiaoyu would probably stare at my mother

's large breasts without any hesitation. My mother clearly noticed his glances, but why did she pretend nothing

was wrong

Another sleepless night. Around eleven o'clock, I heard Xiaoyu get up next to me. He turned around,

looked at me, and as if to make sure I was asleep, swaggered out of the room wearing only a pair of shorts.

Through the slightly ajar door, I saw Xiaoyu walk to the balcony, rummage through the laundry basket, take

the gray stockings my mother had worn that day, and then go into the living room bathroom.

Hearing the footsteps in the living room, my mother's bedroom door opened.

Xiaoyu, who had been stroking his penis in the bathroom with his right hand, stopped. Because his left hand was bandaged, he had pulled his pants down to his thighs, leaving

his right hand free to masturbate.

My mother just watched Xiaoyu. He lowered his head, but his eyes kept stealing glances at my mother's smooth,

white .

"Xiaoyu, why...why did you do this again...taking Auntie's stockings?"

Mom's expression was strange, a mixture of reproach and confusion. "Because every time I see Auntie's feet in stockings, I

think they're so beautiful, I can't help myself..."

Xiaoyu, like a child who had done something wrong, remained silent after speaking.

"It's normal for teenagers to have these strange behaviors, but you can't keep taking Auntie's...stockings...

playing with them."

Mom seemed unsure how to retort and added, "You should think about positive things,

like reading more extracurricular books, Chinese and foreign classics, playing basketball, things that are good for your mind and body."

Listening to Mom's long-winded explanation, Xiaoyu, his left hand wrapped in bandages and unsure where to put it, slowly pulled up his pants

. "Auntie, can you help me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mom reached out to help Xiaoyu pull up his pants. "Help me...just once, just once,

I promise I won't do these strange things again."

As if gathering his courage, Xiaoyu made this lewd request to his mother. "You..."

Mom was both ashamed and angry, her hand that was about to help Xiaoyu pull up his pants froze in mid-air.

Seeing Xiaoyu's left hand wrapped in bandages, his mother's heart softened. She seemed to have made a huge decision. "Just this

once ... if... if it happens again... Auntie will have to send you home."

His mother reached for Xiaoyu's right hand, which was covered in stockings, but recoiled as if electrocuted.

Taking the stockings from Xiaoyu's hand, his mother turned her head away and put the stockings on Xiaoyu's penis, stroking it up and down with her delicate hand

.

I could see his mother's flushed cheeks and indescribable shyness. Xiaoyu was breathing heavily, an indescribable

pleasure emanating from his smooth hand through the stockings. His dark, engorged penis, covered in veins, was powerful and intense—this was the feeling he had longed for. "

Auntie... I... hurry," he cried. Feeling Xiaoyu's increasingly heavy breathing, his mother quickened her stroking

. With a jolt of Xiaoyu's back, a thick, white stream of semen spurted from his glans.

Before I could dodge, semen landed on my mother's nightgown, one drop, two drops... dripping down the hem of the nightgown onto

my mother's fair and slender thighs, a white line running down to her jade-like feet with red nail polish.

The whole scene was indescribably lewd, but at that moment, neither I nor Xiaoyu in the bathroom could have imagined that the lace panties under my mother's

sexy nightgown were already slightly wet.

After ejaculating, Xiaoyu quickly apologized, "I'm sorry... Auntie... I..."

My mother frowned as she looked at the semen on her leg, wiped it off with a tissue, and hurriedly ran into

her bedroom

. My mother did such a thing for Xiaoyu, how despicable, she really let a wolf into the house.

On Sunday, Dad finally came.

In just two days, Dad seemed to have aged a lot. On the living room sofa, Dad kept fiddling with his phone,

seemingly hesitating about something, looking preoccupied.

When my mother asked him questions, he only gave half-hearted answers. After taking a shower after ten o'clock, my mother was dressed in her usual...

I wasn't wearing as conservative a nightgown as before, perhaps because after last night's events, I was afraid Xiaoyu might see me

and get the wrong idea.

After my bath, Mom told us to rest early, but even so, Mom, you couldn't hide your

enormous breasts that were practically bursting out of your clothes and your round, pert buttocks.

Especially your fair, delicate feet in sandals, your toes still damp and glistening.

A beauty emerging from the bath, even in such conservative pajamas, the scent of shower gel and the aura of a sexy woman were

overwhelming.

From the glimpse of lace peeking out from under Mom's pajamas, I could imagine what

kind of alluring and sexy clothes lay beneath. It seemed Mom was planning to stay up late with Dad tonight… Xiaoyu seemed

to be fast asleep.

Just as I was about to get up and run to the guest room to eavesdrop, Xiaoyu moved first. It seemed he

had also guessed from that glimpse of lace that Mom and Dad would be making love that night.

Xiao Yu tentatively called my name. I pretended to be fast asleep and didn't move. The guest room

was closer to my parents' bedroom than my room. Although I could hear a little bit when I eavesdropped in my own bedroom,

it was nothing compared to eavesdropping in the guest room.

This Xiao Yu, humph~ Faint sounds came from my parents' bedroom, "Mmm... mmm..."

My lower body immediately reacted. "Honey, it feels so good... faster... mmm... harder...

"

Following my mother's moans, my hand quickly stroked my penis.

At the same time, Xiao Yu in the other guest room was doing the same thing. I could clearly hear the bed

shaking and the sound of flesh colliding, even my mother's slight panting.

My father seemed to speed up, breathing heavily, "I... I'm going to... cum."

"No... mmm... just a little longer..."

My mother's voice grew softer and softer, followed by the sound of kissing. The sound was very soft, and I

pressed my ear even harder against the wall.

Xiao Yu next door must be about to explode, damn it! "Mmm... almost there... quick... husband... I love

you... ah..."

The sounds of flesh colliding grew louder, and Mom's moans became clearer. Dad was about to thrust. "

Almost ... ah... husband... almost... quick..."

Mom's moans became high-pitched. After a few rapid shaking sounds from the bed, the darkness became completely silent.

After a while, Dad finally spoke. "I've been too busy lately, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, get some rest, go to sleep early,"

Mom comforted him, pretending to be nonchalant. "Mei Ru... I think, what happened last time might..."

Dad's voice was very soft, perhaps because it concerned something important, and he naturally lowered his voice. "

What!!!"

With a sharp cry from Mom, Dad whispered something in Mom's ear. Perhaps

Xiao Yu in the guest room could hear something.

What could have surprised Mom, who had been through so much in the business world, so much? The next morning, as I was getting ready to leave, I

saw Dad sitting on the living room sofa, as if waiting for me. When I came out, he waved for me to sit

next to .

Dad told me he had to go on a business trip for a few months because of work. He said that during his absence, I would be the pillar of

the family , and I couldn't let Mom worry, I couldn't… As if he was giving me some instructions, Dad gave

me a deep hug after I left, his warm hand patting my shoulder.

Something must have happened. Dad rarely goes on business trips, let alone for months; even two weeks is unusual. At school, I was

distracted, thinking about Dad on his business trip, at home…

Xiaoyu , and that day… Mom helping Xiaoyu masturbate.

A bad feeling crept into my heart. It was time to use that little stash of money.

After school, I called the number of the pinhole camera I saw online. It was high-definition, had audio recording, and could connect to a mobile phone.

However, due to the price, the small sum of money I had embezzled for buying a phone was only enough for one. It arrived in three days. Following

the instructions I installed it in the most important room, the living room, after Xiaoyu and Mom had gone to sleep.

These past few days, Xiaoyu hasn't behaved strangely, and I haven't found

any stockings stained with Xiaoyu's semen in the laundry basket on the balcony.

In contrast, Mom always seemed gloomy and distressed since Dad left. Occasionally, she would receive phone calls at home.

She would always go to her bedroom to answer them, and I could vaguely hear things

like "there's trouble," or "please help me sort it out." One night, I heard Mom crying in her bedroom, "So much money spent... and it still

can't be done... and they even found out about a power-for-sex deal?... Impossible..."

Hearing this, I was shocked. Remembering Dad's last trip, something had happened to him. Bribery?

Impossible. Although Dad's salary wasn't high, our family was wealthy because of Mom's share in the hotel and

her high management salary.

Dad had no need for that. A power-for-sex deal? How could that be? With a beautiful and sexy woman like Mom at home, how could

Dad choose to betray her?

Unable to accept reality, I tossed and turned all night, filled with questions.

Before school ended this afternoon, I habitually checked the security camera footage on my phone. Every day at this time, Xiaoyu would be watching TV in

the living room , his left hand, wrapped in bandages, constantly looking down at his phone, while his right hand drank a beverage. Even though his hand

was almost fully healed, he still pretended it was taking forever.

What struck me as odd was that today, even though he was home, he still acted like his left hand was injured . Is

this kid crazy? What's wrong with him today?

Wait, isn't Mom at work today? Through the high-definition security camera footage on my phone, I saw Mom's

Porsche MAC key on the living room sofa. Without time to review today's footage, I rushed home. The fact that there

were still confirmed my suspicion.

"My mom didn't go to work today?"

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong. "No, but Auntie doesn't seem very happy today, and she's been drinking,"

Xiaoyu replied, putting down his crossed legs as I arrived. The door was locked. I knocked on my mother's bedroom

door, but she didn't open it. She just told me she was too tired and wanted to rest, and that we should take care of dinner ourselves.

While eating at the restaurant, I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and opened the pre-stored video recording on my phone's security camera. My mother, who

was getting ready , received a phone call. She said into the phone, "Okay, I understand. Just

consider it a day off. It won't affect the hotel."

It seemed that the hotel where my mother worked had suspended her work because of the investigation into my father. Even

if there was nothing wrong, it would still

have a bad impact if a group of police officers came to my mother's hotel to ask her to assist in the investigation and questioning of the public who didn't know the truth.

My mother sat down heavily on the sofa, sighed deeply, and seemed to be thinking about something, frowning and

scratching her head from time to time.

After a long while, a bottle of red wine was opened. Her delicately made-up face

flushed . Her full breasts, encased in a white blouse, heaved with each breath.

Her shapely buttocks were visible beneath her pencil skirt, and her snow-white thighs and flesh-colored stockings were intermittently exposed at the slit.

At that moment, Xiaoyu opened the door, intending to use the restroom. Upon seeing this scene, he revealed an expression of ecstatic delight.

Xiaoyu quickly asked his mother with concern if something had happened. His

mother shook her head, hesitant to speak. Looking at the alluring woman who had been drinking, Xiaoyu pretended to

accidentally reach out and touch his mother's stockinged foot with his left leg. His right hand tentatively and slowly moved to his mother's stockinged thigh,

lightly stroking it .

"Don't touch me like that,"

his mother said reflexively, brushing away Xiaoyu's hand as she felt the strange sensation on her leg

. After a while, Xiaoyu, aroused again, placed his hand on his mother's leg. After a few tries, his mother gave up.

"Auntie, you're drunk. Let me help you inside to rest."

Taking advantage of his mother's drunkenness and lust, Xiao Yu reached out and pretended to help her up, his

hands kneading her round, pert buttocks. His mother awkwardly shifted her hips, trying to get away from his hands.

From the living room to his mother's bedroom, a few meters away, Xiao Yu continued to caress her buttocks and stockinged thighs

.

Although his mother tried to push him away, her subtle resistance led Xiao Yu to forcefully pull her

into his arms , walking slowly and deliberately into her room.

Almost ten minutes later, Xiao Yu emerged from his mother's room, his expression unreadable. During those ten minutes in his mother's

bedroom had Xiao Yu...? "No way," I kept telling myself.

If only I had more money back then. Suppressing my anger and unspeakable excitement, I approached

Xiao Yu ...

"Have you finished eating, Xiao Yu? I want to talk to you about something."

Seeing my sudden change in expression, Xiao Yu gave a strange "hmm."

We walked in silence, I don't know how long, until

I stopped at a murky, stinking ditch not far from Xiaoyu's house.

The water in the ditch was like Xiaoyu behind me; I didn't know what lay beneath, just as I couldn't see Xiaoyu clearly

now . Did he still harbor some unknown secrets?

When ability can't support desire, do you choose to give up or resort to scheming? Clearly, Xiaoyu belonged to the latter.

Perhaps there was still a clean place in his heart. Now, filled with desire for his mother,

he was like this stinking ditch before me, murky and reeking of a disgusting stench. I lit a cigarette, offered one to Xiaoyu, and took a puff with feigned expertise. "Your hand should be almost healed by now . After staying with us for so long, I think your mother must miss you." I stared blankly at Xiaoyu after saying that. He paused for a moment as he took the cigarette, then coughed awkwardly. "Ahem, Xiao Yi, you know our family's situation. If it weren't for the fear of infection and wanting to recover quickly, I wouldn't want to trouble you every day. If it weren't for what happened last time, I wouldn't be having such difficulty eating now." After saying that, Xiao Yu pretended to struggle and waved his left hand. "Is that so? In that case, how about I suggest that Mom and I go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow? It's really inconvenient to do some things with your left hand like that " Xiao Yu was clearly surprised after hearing my words. He couldn't understand how I discovered his secret that both his hands had fully recovered, and he couldn't understand why I suddenly kicked him out of our house. "Brother Xiao Yi, although I don't know why you said those strange things to me after just one meal, since you've already asked me to leave, I can't stay at your house any longer. I'll pack my things, say goodbye to Auntie, and leave tonight ." "That's for the best. I'm not used to sleeping in the same bed with someone else. Let's go." No matter the reason, after Xiao Yu leaves this time, we definitely won't have any contact anymore, and I 'll gradually distance myself from him. Although I couldn't help thinking about what happened between Xiao Yu and my mother in the bedroom that morning, I thought I should let those things fade away with time. I will also shoulder the responsibility of protecting my mother, and everything will gradually get better according to my wishes. Whether Xiao Yu succeeded or not, let's just consider it a beautiful . That night, around nine o'clock, Xiao Yu and I arrived home. My mother was watching TV on the sofa in the living room. She seemed to have just gotten up and had a lazy air about her. Her snow-white skin and flowing hair were draped over her shoulders, and her alluring eyes, which seemed capable of captivating souls, were now filled with a trace of sorrow. Her beautiful face and alluring figure always catch my eye whenever I see my mother; even I, as her son, can't help but fantasize. "You're here!" Upon seeing us, my mother quickly adjusted her posture; the rustling sound of her stockings and short skirt against her skin was incredibly seductive.

After Mom greeted me, I took Xiaoyu into the room to pack his clothes. Thinking of Mom's expression earlier, my heart ached;

it must be because of Dad.

But why did Mom's expression show a fleeting evasiveness when she saw Xiaoyu?

Though I noticed it. Something must have happened this morning. If I didn't let Xiaoyu leave our house

, Mom might really end up in his arms one day.

Seeing Xiaoyu come out carrying his suitcase, Mom suddenly stood up. Seeing her reaction, I became even more

certain of my suspicions and secretly rejoiced that I had let Xiaoyu leave our house quickly.

"Mom, Xiaoyu said he's almost recovered and doesn't want to trouble us anymore. He wants to leave tonight, and I can't persuade him

otherwise ," Mom said, looking at Xiaoyu with a strange expression.

"Actually, it's alright. Xiaoyi said it's a bit cramped for two people to sleep, and I'm worried he won't be comfortable. I don't want to bother you,

Auntie "

Xiaoyu said, walking towards the door, pretending to struggle to tie his shoelaces.

As if making a momentous decision, Mom said, "Let's go after it's fully healed,"

then went straight to Xiaoyu and pulled his suitcase into my room.

Xiaoyu shrugged, spreading his hands, acting as if it was none of my business. "It's been so long and it's still not healed, so Mom, let's take Xiaoyu to get checked again

tomorrow ."

Seeing Xiaoyu's smug look, I gritted my teeth in anger. As I lay in bed, my back to Xiaoyu, I pondered everything that

had happened .

Everything was so abnormal; all these changes stemmed from those ten significant minutes this morning.

With these questions in my mind, I couldn't sleep… Ring… Ring… Finally, class was over. No matter what

, after the checkup, Mom must have discovered that Xiaoyu had concealed the fact that his left hand was already healed. She probably

gave up before the checkup even started today and packed her bags.

With a cheerful heart, I walked home lightly. "Take your hand away!"

Hearing Mom's voice from inside, my heart skipped a beat. Suppressing my surprise, I quickly ran to the rooftop,

my hands trembling as I turned on the security camera on my phone.

Xiaoyu? What's going on? Hasn't Mom discovered

the secret that ?

Why...? Let's rewind the surveillance footage ten minutes. In the video, Mom is cooking, her long, black hair piled

high , a delicate platinum chain adorning her snow-white neck. She exudes elegance and nobility,

yet her alluring eyes and thin, sexy lips are undeniably seductive.

Beneath her lace dress, a pair of snow-white legs clad in sheer stockings sway slightly from side to

side as she stirs the vegetables. Xiaoyu, helping wash the vegetables, occasionally gropes his mother's stockinged thighs beneath her skirt.

What! Did Mom already know Xiaoyu's left hand had healed? No wonder Xiaoyu seemed so

unconcerned . Mom, why are you doing this?

"That's enough!"

The mother in the video angrily slapped Xiaoyu's hand away. When Xiaoyu, undeterred, placed his hand on her

stockinged surprisingly, the mother only glared at him, then shook her head helplessly, letting

Xiaoyu roam freely over her beautiful legs. Seeing the beauty before him no longer resisting, Xiaoyu moved his hand to her

round, pert buttocks. Feeling the strange sensation, the mother shuddered and pushed Xiaoyu away in disgust. "Do

n't go too far,"

Xiaoyu said provocatively, moving closer to his mother's pretty face. "Didn't I say before, Auntie... except... Auntie, you

promised me... in the case file... if the family finds out about the petition... I think Uncle... will have it even harder."

I turned up the volume in front of the monitor, but still couldn't hear clearly. The mother in the video sighed heavily,

seemingly having thought for a long time, then stopped talking and continued cooking.

Seeing his mother's reaction, Xiaoyu became even more unrestrained, wantonly kneading her beautiful legs and pert buttocks.

Under Xiaoyu's caresses and rubs, Mom's round, soft buttocks and slender waist swayed uncontrollably

from side to side . Perhaps unable to tolerate Xiaoyu's endless lewd behavior, Mom suddenly turned to the side

and slammed down the spatula: "Take your hands off me!"

Seeing Mom's serious and stern expression, Xiaoyu sat down on the sofa dejectedly.

I turned off the monitoring function on my phone.

My heart was filled with unease. How could it have come to this? What did Xiaoyu say to Mom?

Was it about Dad?

What could a little kid like him possibly have to influence Dad's situation? How could it be...? I remembered Xiaoyu saying to Mom when he leaned close to her face in

the surveillance footage, "Didn't I tell you before, Auntie?"

My heart skipped a beat. I reopened the surveillance footage on my phone and clicked play...

"Before"—how long ago was that? Uncontrollably, my hands trembled as I played the footage.

Finally, through the footage, I found the answer. It was at eight o'clock in the morning,

shortly after I left home, Mom's bedroom door opened. After pouring a glass of water from the water dispenser, Mom slowly sat down on the sofa

in the living room . She took a sip and placed the glass on the table. Her left hand rested

on her snow-white thigh, clad in flesh-colored stockings, while her right hand gently massaged her temples. Her eyes were slightly closed; it was clear from the scene that Mom

was physically and mentally exhausted from the events of the past few days. What could I, their son, do?

During this time of Mom's closed-eye contemplation, Xiaoyu slowly appeared in the frame. Perhaps too engrossed,

Mom didn't notice Xiaoyu beside her and suddenly opened her eyes. Seeing it was Xiaoyu,

she snorted and turned her head away.

"Aren't you supposed to take me for a checkup today, Auntie?" Xiaoyu shook his bandaged left hand.

"Do you think you'd use an injured hand to hold your phone or just occasionally grab a drink?" Mom glanced at

Xiaoyu and countered.

"So Auntie already knew? Then why did you let me stay last night?" Hearing Mom's

unexpected answer, Xiaoyu was startled. A hint of regret crossed his face, as if blaming himself for being too lenient.

Seeing his mother's intelligence, he acted in front of her, teaching her to see through his act. I think that after this incident alone,

Xiaoyu must have felt awe towards his mother, only able to drool over her alluring figure from afar. However,

because of his father's accident a few days ago, and because he learned some things, he felt that this beautiful woman in front of him was not

without a chance. His lustful heart began to stir again, and he started to covet his mother

. "If I wasn't afraid you wouldn't be able to control your mouth, where do you think you are right now?" Seeing

the lewd look in Xiaoyu's eyes, his mother's expression turned stern, and she stopped looking at Xiaoyu after speaking.

"It seems that Auntie is very worried about Uncle now," Xiaoyu asked somewhat sarcastically, and then swaggered

to sit down next to his mother.

Seeing this, Mom glared at Xiaoyu and awkwardly moved to the side. "Watch your mouth. What do you

think you know... If I weren't afraid of causing trouble, just based on what you did to me yesterday... Humph." Seemingly unsure

how to say it, Mom paused, then turned her head away with disgust.

"Who told you Auntie to be so alluring? How could a little kid like me have any self-control..." As he spoke,

he reached for Mom's thigh.

"Get away from me!" Seeing Xiaoyu's boldness, Mom frowned and moved further to the side, impatiently

brushing Xiaoyu's hand away.

"Looks like Auntie has forgotten what she said that day. Since Auntie thinks that's nothing, then as a

good have a duty to reveal the truth." Xiaoyu looked at Mom with a half-smile, his hands starting

to wander again. Mom was about to explode when she took a deep breath and turned her head away sharply.

Watching Xiaoyu's lewd behavior and Mom's frustrated expression, I couldn't help but clench my fists.

An indescribable sense of shame and excitement filled my mind. Xiaoyu did indeed find out something about his father.

In the past, he might have pretended not to know. He knew that with

the power his parents possessed, his little matter posed no threat to them. But now, even if

what couldn't change his father's current situation, it would still cause some unnecessary trouble. I think this

is why his mother chose to compromise. It must be said, Xiaoyu really knows how to assess the situation.

Although he vaguely guessed that his mother and he had some kind of agreement, Mom, my goddess since childhood,

why did you compromise with him in this way? In the scene, Xiaoyu's hand was brazenly wriggling inside his mother's white,

semi-transparent shirt, while his other hand pulled open the sides of the shirt, revealing her lace bra.

Her large breasts seemed about to jump out, swaying with her movements. Before Xiaoyu

could make another move, his mother tightly hugged her chest. After several unsuccessful attempts to pry her hands off,

Xiaoyu reached for his mother's stockinged thighs.

Seeing Xiaoyu shift his position, Mom tightly clamped her legs together, her sexy open-toed sandals scattered at her feet.

Xiaoyu stroked from the base of Mom's thighs to her silk-stockinged feet. Looking at those fair and delicate feet encased in stockings,

Xiaoyu quickly changed his position. He knelt on the floor, his arms slightly bent. Mom leaned back against

the sofa , her feet softly allowing Xiaoyu to caress them. Xiaoyu gently massaged Mom's beautiful

, delicate soles and toes with his palms and fingers. Xiaoyu breathed heavily, bringing his hands to Mom's warm, fragrant feet,

inhaling deeply. Seeing the boy's shameful actions beneath her, Mom trembled, somewhat

at a loss, seemingly wanting to pull her feet away.

Suddenly, she looked down at Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu, his heart pounding with anxiety, also

looked . Their eyes met, and Mom bit her red lips lightly, her cheeks slightly flushed, and turned her head away. Xiao Yu opened

his mouth slightly, but couldn't utter a word. Before those alluring, bright eyes, he seemed to have other thoughts,

his grip on the jade-like foot tightening. Thinking of

my mother's expression , a sense of unease crept into my heart.

Because Xiao Yu held her feet so tightly, my mother couldn't pull them away, and she struggled to move her charming little foot, but with little

strength . Xiao Yu took a deep breath. Perhaps imagining those longed-for silk-stockinged feet and

the alluring, fiery woman sitting before him, Xiao Yu's desire surged instantly

. To my mother's shock, he stuck out his tongue and licked the sole of her white, tender foot.

My mother let out a soft "ooh," and the jade-like foot in Xiao Yu's hand trembled violently. The instep straightened,

and the five toes, painted with red nail polish and encased in ultra-thin stockings, pressed tightly together. My mother's white, tender foot

twisted and turned in Xiao Yu's hands. Looking up,

Xiaoyu He immediately lowered his head and took his mother's wriggling, delicate, white, pink stockinged foot into his mouth.

Perhaps unable to bear the strangeness, as seen on the phone screen, his mother's foot seemed to mischievously change angles as she writhed,

inviting Xiaoyu to kiss and rub against it.

Sensing his mother's slight relaxation, Xiaoyu freed his right hand and reached down to the hem of his mother's black bodycon skirt,

touching her thigh encased in sheer flesh-colored stockings. The smooth, soft feel caused his mother to let out a soft "uh." Xiaoyu's left

hand , which had been tightly gripping his mother's foot to prevent her from pulling away, also reached out. Seeing this, I felt

dizzy. After Xiaoyu freed both hands to caress his mother's stockinged thighs,

her his grasp while being kissed, stockinged feet were now suspended in the air, pressed against Xiaoyu's mouth

. Perhaps realizing something was wrong, his mother blushed, feeling the ticklish

sensation on her feet. Taking advantage of Xiaoyu's inattention, she quietly pulled her toes out, the toes of her stockinged feet already covered in Xiaoyu's saliva.

Whether Xiaoyu was too engrossed or deeply absorbed in the moment, after his mother pulled her feet out, Xiaoyu, with his eyes closed and hands immersed in his mother's

stockinged thighs, didn't notice that her feet had secretly left his mouth. His lips and tongue

continued to kiss the empty air, as if his mother's feet were still there. A dozen seconds later, seeing that his mouth was still moving...

Xiao Yu's mother couldn't help but chuckle, then the phone rang. As if by magic, her expression shifted to one of disgust, and

she quickly pushed Xiao Yu away. "Auntie..."

Xiao Yu, receiving no response, stared blankly at his mother's retreating figure as she headed towards the bedroom. Thinking of the steamy scene from just moments before

, a knowing smile slowly crept onto his lips. Little did he know, his mother, who had been filled with disgust

just had instantly transformed into a sneer the moment she turned away. Looking at

the unanswered phone, she sighed heavily, gently rubbing her temples, muttering

to herself, "That child... I just wanted to be... What's wrong with me?"

Seeing this, I gritted my teeth in anger. Why did things turn out this way? And now, even

after getting home, I had to pretend I knew nothing. Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, what exactly happened?

After composing myself, I arrived home to an atmosphere of ambiguity in the living room. My mother asked me with concern

why I was so late. I smiled at her; she was as alluring as ever, though her lace dress was

slightly wrinkled. When my gaze fell upon Xiaoyu, he continued to feign innocence

, acting as if I were a patient. During dinner, I noticed Xiaoyu occasionally glancing at my mother with a fascinated look when I wasn't looking, and she

didn't flinch, pretending not to notice.

Suddenly, my mother trembled slightly. I straightened my posture, swallowed a mouthful of rice, and secretly glanced under the table, seeing

Xiaoyu's foot reaching towards my mother's stockinged feet. My mother continued eating, feigning composure. At the table, she

asked about my studies, and Xiaoyu would seize any opportunity to chime in. Each time Xiaoyu spoke, my mother's expression

seemed somewhat strange. I knew Xiaoyu's feet were making suggestive movements towards Mom's legs under the table. Although I was

trembling with anger, I had to pretend I knew nothing. I couldn't let them know I had discovered

everything ; otherwise, how would Mom face me, and what would Xiaoyu do to harm Dad?

Lately, I've been checking the security camera footage more and more frequently. Mom has been constantly busy with Dad

's affairs, often rushing out the door after receiving a phone call about him. Whenever Xiaoyu is alone with Mom, he always finds an opportunity to physically seduce

her . When Mom is mopping the floor, he stares intently at her barely visible cleavage. At first

, Mom would give him a sharp look and turn away, but her shapely legs, clad in stockings

, gradually spread apart from the top, her round, pink buttocks swaying with the mopping motion, making Xiaoyu's mouth dry.

Sensing something was wrong, Mom quickly got up. Pretending to be nonchalant, she swayed her sexy buttocks and walked

into the bedroom, but her hurried steps betrayed her inner panic. The surveillance footage showed that

while Mom remained cold and disgusted, her demeanor had shifted somewhat compared to her earlier icy state.

Later, the increasingly bold Xiaoyu would suddenly attack Mom from behind whenever she was doing housework,

pressing his entire body against her back, his hands caressing her long, shapely legs, his fully erect penis

rubbing against her silk-clad buttocks through her pants. Mom would tense up, struggling to break free from Xiaoyu. As

time went on, her initial quick escapes from Xiaoyu's attacks gradually turned into prolonged shoving.

Mom has been doing housework more and more frequently lately ,

and I don't understand her anymore. My once untouchable, sacred mother seems to have developed a taste for it, engaging in physical shoving battles with Xiaoyu

every few days. She seems to enjoy it immensely. When harassed by Xiaoyu, she remains an

ice queen, but from Xiaoyu's unseen perspective, her expression is no longer one of disgust and resistance; it's more like

a knowing, almost mocking smile.

Perhaps Mom is trying to get revenge on Xiaoyu this way? Seeing his frustrated and depressed

look ? Why would my mother, who has always seemed so noble and charming to me, resort to such dangerous tactics to torment Xiaoyu? Thinking

of how Mom is too ashamed to talk about this with Dad,

she expresses . Mom, is your long-suppressed heart finally starting to stir?

Every day I go to and from school with trepidation, always afraid that one day Xiaoyu and Mom will cross the final

line . Today, as usual, I ran to the rooftop and skillfully turned on the phone's security camera. The screen was empty;

it seems Mom went out again to influence Dad's affairs. Rewinding to the morning, the footage shows

Xiaoyu walking up to Mom's bedroom shortly after I left, lingering for a moment, and then knocking on her door. I don't know what she said to my mother at the door

, but she had just woken up, her eyes still sleepy, and her hair slightly disheveled. She went back into the bedroom, and after

about ten seconds, she came out, handing a pair of stockings to

Xiaoyu, who was standing at the door, with disgust.

Looking at his mother, who exuded a languid, elegant charm, Xiaoyu, whose

desires finally couldn't resist. Driven by lust and eager to get down to business, Xiaoyu

suddenly grabbed his mother with both hands, a force much stronger than usual, and his mother, caught off guard,

stumbled and fell into the room. Seeing this, I was shocked. Although I knew it happened in the morning, my hands still trembled

uncontrollably . At that moment, I wanted to jump into my phone, drag Xiaoyu out of the bedroom, and give him a good beating.

Unexpectedly, three minutes after Xiaoyu and his mother fell into the room, "Thud!!!" With the sound

, Xiaoyu, one hand covering his face, walked out of his mother's bedroom like a deflated balloon.

Shh~ I let out a long sigh of relief. Besides Dad, no one else could touch Mom.

I don't know if it was because of that day, but Xiaoyu became much more restrained and never laid a hand on Mom again.

Did he give up, or did he suddenly realize his mistake? After that, when facing Mom, Xiaoyu often lowered his head, as if

in , and his every move was well-behaved. I always felt something was wrong; Xiaoyu was acting too strangely.

Night after night like this passed, and Mom was still constantly busy with Dad's affairs, until Xiaoyu unwrapped his bandages.

When I said I was cured, I didn't mention his family again. Since my mother didn't say anything, she must have her

reasons. Xiaoyu then returned to school. He came to his own house once a day, and

after talking to his mother, he stayed at our house. We often saw him diligently washing dishes

and cleaning the floor. For the first few days, my mother didn't know how to treat him. Even I sometimes had

the illusion that this prodigal son had decided to turn over a new leaf.

Based on my understanding of him, it was definitely not that simple, but I couldn't find any flaws. As for

the used stockings I had collected before, Xiaoyu and I tacitly kept quiet about them. As time went on, I

gradually lowered my guard against Xiaoyu. As time went on, my mother's attitude towards Xiaoyu also softened a lot. However,

occasionally our eyes met, Xiaoyu would awkwardly lower his head, as if there was a barrier between us. Life seems to have

returned to normal, except for Dad's absence. For the past two months, I've frequently asked Mom about him

, but she always gives vague answers. Eventually, I stopped asking, afraid she wouldn't be able to answer. I just hope

that one day Dad will suddenly appear before me, flick my forehead hard, and say, "

You brat, your dad's here. Did you miss me...?" I believe that day isn't far off.

Mom seems to be less and less active lately, ever since that phone call. Through the room, I

vaguely heard fragments: "More than one instance of power-for-sex transactions...removal from Party posts...think positively......

the norm in officialdom...this..." Accompanied by Mom's incredulous questioning and

heart-wrenching .

Hearing this, I almost jumped out of bed, if Xiaoyu hadn't been lying next to me. I can't understand

Mom's feelings at that moment; it was like her life's beliefs collapsing instantly. All that long-term hard work and

tireless efforts , only to have the organization discover multiple instances of his power-for-sex transactions. What I didn't know was that Xiaoyu, with his eyes

closed, had a slight smile on his lips.

There was still no news from Dad, and Mom, heartbroken and exhausted, finally fell ill. When I arrived at the hospital, my heart skipped a beat. Looking at my mother, pale and haggard on the hospital bed, I clenched my fists. I remembered Dad's last words: I must shoulder the responsibility of protecting this family and Mom.

Xiaoyu, beside me, seemed lost in thought, asking about Mom's condition with great concern. Mom shook her head, only saying that she was too tired lately and would be fine after a few days of rest in the hospital. She also told Xiaoyu and me to take care of each other while she was away.

Leaving the hospital, I felt an indescribable turmoil. Although Mom's physical condition wasn't serious, I knew how much pain and hurt she was enduring. No matter what Dad's fate was, I had to be strong, for Mom, and for this family.

The bell rang for the last class. The homeroom teacher entered the classroom and told us that, as required by the Education Bureau, starting tomorrow, in addition to the two classes on Mondays remaining unchanged, Tuesday through Friday would have four classes instead of three. A chorus of groans erupted in the classroom. Xiao Yu, standing nearby, scoffed indifferently. Whether it was three or four classes, it didn't matter to him; he skipped everything except his homeroom teacher's.

If it were the old me, hearing the devastating news of increased class hours would have been devastating. While I had skipped classes and been a bad student before, I wasn't as blatant as Xiao Yu. But now, after discovering my father's accident a few days ago, remembering his last words, I was determined to change my old bad habits. Four classes it is. Even if Xiao Yu skipped, he'd be home alone, and Mom was still in the hospital. Besides, Xiao Yu had been behaving himself lately;

Mom had finally been discharged. It was clearly just overwork; she only needed a few days of rest in the hospital. Why had Mom taken so long to leave? And it seemed like Xiao Yu was skipping classes more and more frequently during Mom's hospitalization. I shook my head, afraid to think any further.

During dinner, I noticed Mom looked much better. Although she didn't have her usual radiant glow, her slightly pointed chin, thin, cherry-red lips that were subtly upturned, and her complexion was still striking. While she looked tired, her captivating, alluring eyes remained as sexy and seductive as ever. Her long, black hair was styled in a high bun, exuding both charm and elegance…

*Clatter*—Xiao Yu's soup spoon fell to the floor. After giving Mom and me an apologetic smile, Xiao Yu pulled out a chair, bent down, and peered under the table, leaning forward slightly. Mom, who was chewing her food opposite her, suddenly paused for a moment before instantly returning to normal. My heart skipped a beat, and I cried out in alarm. I quickly finished my meal, made an excuse to go out and buy something, and secretly ran to a secluded spot. My hands trembled as I checked my phone…

Half an hour earlier, Mom had gone into the kitchen, while Xiao Yu sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

The rice had been sitting in the rice cooker since it was cooked, so it only needed a little reheating. However, the three dishes and soup Mom had made at noon were completely cold by evening. Mom brought the dishes and soup into the kitchen, turned on the stove, and started cooking again. Soon, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen, making Xiaoyu's mouth water. Mom was truly a woman of exceptional qualities; she could be both in bed and in the kitchen, yet in public, she always maintained a dignified and aloof demeanor.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a scream came from Mom's kitchen. Xiaoyu, lost in thought, rushed towards the kitchen at the sound of her scream.

"Auntie, what's wrong!" Xiaoyu rushed into the kitchen without a word and went to Mom's side.

"N-nothing..." Mom said somewhat embarrassedly in a low voice, "There was just a cockroach, and I got scared..."

Even I didn't expect that Mom, who always seemed like a strong, independent woman, would be afraid of cockroaches. Perhaps it was because the house wasn't cleaned properly while Mom was in the hospital that cockroaches got in.

"A cockroach? Where is it? I'll kill it for you. Did it hurt Auntie? Let me check..." Although Xiaoyu was ostensibly looking for a cockroach, his eyes were actually glancing at his mother. Her fair and delicate skin, her beautiful breasts almost spilling out of her white fitted shirt, and her round and perky buttocks under her black pencil skirt were even more alluring. Her snow-white thighs were covered in ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, which shimmered with a seductive sheen under the light. The curves between her buttocks and thighs were smooth and full, and her fair toes, encased in stockings, were painted with pink nail polish. No wonder Xiaoyu's eyes were filled with lust.

"It's alright..." Mom, unaware of Xiaoyu's lewd thoughts, assumed he was genuinely looking for cockroaches, so she said, "They're long gone, there's no point in looking."

"Then I won't look for them."

Xiaoyu chuckled, "I didn't expect Auntie to be afraid of cockroaches too."

"Every woman is afraid, okay?" She finished, giving Xiaoyu an embarrassed glare.

"Go and bring the dishes I've prepared into the house first, but this last dish needs to be simmered with a little more water for a while," Mom said.

Looking at the fragrant mushroom and meat slices and the steaming borscht, Xiaoyu's mouth watered instantly. He squeezed in, trying to bring the dishes out, but Mom said, "Why are you pushing me?"

Although the kitchen was quite spacious, Mom had placed the hot dishes and soup on the counter inside. Xiaoyu wasn't a gibbon, so he had to squeeze in to get them. Xiaoyu said, feeling wronged, "Auntie, I'm carrying the dishes..."

"Why don't you turn to the side?" Mom glared at Xiaoyu, annoyed. "How can you be so stupid!"

How could Mom not know what Xiaoyu was thinking? He hadn't turned to the side earlier because he'd gotten aroused while peeking at Mom's body, and he hadn't recovered yet. If he turned to the side, wouldn't he be pressing against Mom?

Xiao Yu turned around and squeezed in sideways, his erection brushing against his mother's buttocks...

His mother naturally felt it, but because she was turned away and busy with her work, she didn't think much of it, assuming Xiao Yu was just playing a prank. So she casually asked, "Xiao Yu, what are you pressing against me with?

" "Uh... nothing..." Perhaps Xiao Yu thought his mother would suffer a loss, but he didn't expect her to ask, and he seemed genuinely unsure what had pressed against her...

Seeing that Xiao Yu wouldn't admit it, his mother turned her head and glanced down behind her. Sure enough, she didn't see anything special, but her gaze lingered on Xiao Yu's pants, and her face immediately turned red! This Xiao Yu, even after all this time, he still couldn't resist playing pranks. She glared at him and said, "What are you thinking about? Why are you thinking about such nonsense?" "

I...I'm sorry...Auntie...but..." Xiaoyu looked at his mother innocently and said, "You asked me to turn to the side, how can you blame me..."

"Indeed, I asked you to turn to the side, but if you weren't thinking about all sorts of nonsense, how could you...how could you do that?" His mother blushed and scolded.

"Auntie, I really didn't mean to, it's a normal physiological phenomenon..." Xiaoyu said with a worried look, "Besides, Auntie, you're so sexy and beautiful, I couldn't control myself...How can you blame me?"

His mother was taken aback, perhaps thinking that what Xiaoyu said did make some sense, it really was like that! Again because of her...sexy and beautiful? Her eyes swept over Xiaoyu's lower body, and she spat, "Then hurry up and serve the dishes, what are you dawdling for?"

"Sigh...Auntie, actually, you don't need to be so angry..." Xiaoyu sighed and said, "Besides, I used to..."

"Ah!" "After hearing Xiaoyu's words, Mom blushed instantly, involuntarily recalling the shameful things Xiaoyu had done to her before, her face burning hot...

Xiaoyu brought over the dishes and soup, smiling as he still brushed against Mom's body. Mom had unspeakable suffering, but also a strange feeling...

When Xiaoyu passed by her, Mom trembled all over.

Seeing this, a huge wave of emotions surged in my heart. Mom... what's going on? What's wrong? Could it be during Mom's hospitalization...?

Without thinking too much, I quickly pulled the timeline of my phone's surveillance footage back to after dinner, that is, after I left for dinner. What might happen between Mom and Xiaoyu at this time...?

After I left, Xiaoyu put down his bowl, opened the door, peeked out, and after confirming that I was gone, closed the door and sat down next to Mom with a grin.

"Xiaoyu... you... just now... humph!" As soon as Mom finished speaking, Xiaoyu immediately lowered his head, at a loss for words: "Auntie... I'm sorry... I just saw your beautiful feet, and I couldn't help... touching them!" "

Mom was probably really angry that Xiaoyu had made some small movements under the table while I was there, so her tone was very stern. Seeing that Mom didn't object, Xiaoyu's big hand started to get mischievous.

Mom was wearing ultra-thin stockings under her pencil skirt, and she pulled her legs back again and again. 'Xiaoyi will be here soon, take it away!' Mom snapped out of her thoughts, frowned, and slapped Xiaoyu's big hand.

'Who told Auntie to dress so alluringly today? Just for a moment,' Xiaoyu laughed.

'What if Xiaoyi sees it later? Where will I put my face?' Mom said nervously.

'Just for a moment, Auntie, please,' Xiaoyu said.

'Okay then, but you can only touch, not do that again...' Mom nodded, blushing.

'Oh? What else does Auntie want to do?' Xiaoyu asked, feigning surprise.

'Go to hell, you're so bad! You're still joking with Auntie?'" "Last time, Auntie only used her feet..." Mom glared at Xiaoyu and didn't finish her sentence. Watching

from outside the screen, I couldn't imagine that my usually dignified and proud mother would say such a thing. Seeing Mom and Xiaoyu flirting like lovers in the video, my crotch swelled uncontrollably, but the anger and shame in my heart left me helpless.

In the video, Xiaoyu's large hand slowly reached towards Mom's beautiful legs. When Xiaoyu's hand touched Mom's stockinged feet, her body trembled. He started from her calves and moved upwards, until he reached her thighs, at which point Mom suddenly squeezed her legs together: "No, not here! Don't touch higher!" Seeing that his mother refused, Xiaoyu

moved his hands to her delicate, pink feet encased in stockings. Her ten pink toes curled tightly together under his caresses. Playing with her feet, Xiaoyu couldn't help but lift them up, lower his head, and bring them close to his face, his eyes fixed on her alluring little feet. He brought his nose close and took a deep sniff. Seeing Xiaoyu playing with her feet, his mother suddenly pulled back, but Xiaoyu's large hands gripped her tightly.

"Xiaoyu... um... why are you kissing me again... don't... it's dirty!" "Mom playfully scolded

Xiaoyu, who glanced up at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly bitten, and her expression was one of wanting to but holding back. Xiaoyu immediately put her silk-stockinged toes in his mouth and started nibbling on them.

Perhaps sensing the unusual way his mother was twisting her body, Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and he freed one hand to grab his crotch, stroking it up and down through his pants. Seeing Xiaoyu doing such a shameful thing, Mom's eyes were filled with lust. Taking advantage of Xiaoyu's inattention, she put her left hand to her mouth, perhaps afraid that she would not be able to hold back her moans, and bit her index fingernail tightly.

"Auntie, please help me." "Xiao Yu pleaded with his mother, panting heavily.

"Xiao Yu, you can't... I said... I'll only... only do it for you once a week." Although she said no, I saw her body lean forward slightly, and her silk-stockinged feet slowly withdrew from Xiao Yu's hands, seemingly unintentionally swaying and occasionally rubbing against Xiao Yu's crotch. She kept muttering, "This is... it's a promise... only once a week... you can't break it..."

"Please, Auntie, just do it for me one more time," Xiao Yu said pitifully, looking at his mother with a bitter face.

"No way~" Seemingly pleased with Xiaoyu's expression, Mom playfully rubbed her stockinged feet against Xiaoyu's crotch before quickly withdrawing. She tapped Xiaoyu's forehead with her slender hand and said, "Auntie won't fall for that, hehe."

With that, Mom got up and started clearing the table, ignoring Xiaoyu's burning desire, and went straight into the kitchen. Seeing this, Xiaoyu immediately stopped what he was doing, grinning as he followed his mother into the kitchen. Looking at her swaying, plump buttocks, he grabbed his penis through his pants, intending to thrust it forward. Noticing Xiaoyu's lewd behavior behind her, Mom turned and glared at him, saying,

"If you keep doing that, Auntie will get angry!"

Sensing his mother's disapproving gaze, Xiaoyu shrank back, his penis rubbing against his plump buttocks. "I'm sorry, Auntie... I... I'll do it myself..."

Watching Xiaoyu go into the bathroom to masturbate, his mother suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled when he couldn't see her, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. Stealing a glance into the bathroom, seeing Xiaoyu still unable to finish, his mother reached under his pencil skirt and slowly pulled down his ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings...

Holding the flesh-colored stockings, the toes smeared with saliva, she looked down at his wet, white, tender feet, a blush rising to her face. Then, looking at the slightly damp crotch of the stockings, soaked through his underwear, she couldn't help but squeeze her snow-white legs together. Muttering to herself, "Consider this compensation for you, you little lecher,"

Mom lightly bit her red lips, her eyes alluring and her cheeks flushed, and slowly walked towards the bathroom. After hesitating outside the bathroom for several seconds, as if making a big decision, she held the stockings in her left hand, turned her face away, and reached her hand into the bathroom...

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