My mom can't possibly be this cute.

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When I got home from university, my mother was on the phone in the living room.
My mother's name is Xinzhui, and she's 44 years old. She's an English teacher at a nearby middle school.
Her hair is dyed light brown, she wears earrings, and her long nails are painted with bright
nail polish . Even without makeup, her upright face is striking, but with careful grooming, she's even more beautiful.
She exudes a mature and alluring aura, looking nothing like a middle school teacher. She's tall and slender, but her
curves are perfectly proportioned.
This isn't self-promotion; my mother is truly an extraordinary person.
Of course, I don't mean to boast about my mother. Although many men admire me,
and I understand their feelings, I still have to say, "Don't joke around!"
My mother isn't as wonderful as they think, at least not to me.
"...What are you doing?"
Oh my god, my mother can't possibly be this cute! It must be an illusion. My mom is strict, even though she's just...
Actually, it's easy to understand. My mom is the kind of
teacher who, even if students line up to ask her questions after class, won't even come to the classroom. She's the kind of teacher who's so unpopular that they don't even come to the classroom. Of course, most people know that this pointless action won't get them the results they want,
because my mom seems to be a woman living in another world. She's the so-called "goddess who looks down on you."
Of course, I'm like that too.
Imagine such a goddess is your family member. Of course, imagine it while maintaining the distance of a pure mother-son relationship
, "...how could that be?" 　　...How about that, do you understand my embarrassment? It's not such a good thing, is it? 　　My sister's room is right next to mine. After my sister started school years ago, no one has lived there much anymore. 　　"I'm home 　　," I said politely. But Mom didn't resist at all; not only that, she didn't at me. Wearing headphones, a wide-shouldered tank top, and a miniskirt, Mom was nestled in the soft sofa, legs crossed, giggling happily at her phone, seemingly completely unaware of my presence . 　　I'm already used to seeing Mom dressed like this. Of course, as a teacher, I should be a role model and mindful of my image. But Mom is different. She studied abroad in her youth, receiving Western education, and has always had a very progressive and independent mindset. Even after returning to China, she didn't have a grand wedding. And now, although she 's over 40, she still dresses very fashionably and casually. Of course, with a beautiful face, all of this is understandable. 　　That smile is truly adorable, but I've never seen it before. Although Mom is progressive, she's still very strict with me. I doubt she would have shown that adorable smile to me if she knew I was here. 　　Unsurprisingly, Mom noticed me standing there dumbfounded and immediately stopped smiling. 　　"Hey—? No way—? Why are you so late? Your clothes are all messed up. You look like a fool." * 　　Sigh*, I'm the fool who should be calling you that. 　　I cursed inwardly as I flung open the refrigerator door. I grabbed a box of barley tea, poured it a glass, and downed it in one gulp. "Ha—," I let out a deep, satisfied sigh, and left the living room. 　　"Okay, okay… I know. I'll go after I change," Mom whispered into the phone. 　　An awkward atmosphere filled the entryway. 　　To be honest, I was curious. How could a mother like that kind of thing? Could it be that Mom really… 　　My dinner is still nowhere to be seen, and she's already going out? 　　*Sigh*, oh well, I'll just order takeout. It's not the first time anyway. I thought to myself as I walked up the stairs. 　　My name is Hu Zi, and I'm 17 years old. I attend a nearby high school—yes, that's right, the one. Even worse, my English teacher is my mom. 　　However… 　　I'm just an ordinary high school student. I don't participate in any school clubs, and my hobbies aren't anything special. I listen to pop music and read some novels and comics, but they're not really hobbies. 　　After school, I either hang out with my friend Lingqiao, chatting on the street, or stay home reading comics and watching TV . Sometimes… I study a little. 　　Isn't that what a typical high school student does? You might think this kind of life is too stable and boring, but I think staying "ordinary" is important. 　　"Ordinary" means keeping pace with those around you, living a down-to-earth life. 　　And "stable" means less risk. [ The following is a separate scene:] The camera gives a close-up of my mom's anus, her small black chrysanthemum twitching continuously. "Little slut, what will happen after that? You can think about it during your four years of university. 　　Anyway, I've long forgotten any immediate ambitions… If I had to say, my ambition would be to live an ordinary, unremarkable, quiet, and peaceful life. 　　My family lives in a very ordinary apartment building with an attic on the top floor. There are my sister, my parents, and me." My mother and her Chihuahua, named DouDou, live together. My older sister is currently studying at a university in another city and doesn't live at home anymore, only returning during holidays. So, theoretically, it's just the three of us and the dog living in the house. 　　We're a moderately well-off family, nothing special, just an average household. 　　My sister and I have rooms on the second floor. I changed into casual clothes in my room, rested for about ten minutes, and then went downstairs . The door to the living room was right 　　next to me. As soon as I reached the entrance, I bumped into my mother, who was wearing a black lace-up Peter Pan collar dress. 　　With a thud, my left shoulder collided with my mother's chest. Although the collision itself wasn't a big deal, the force of the impact caused my mother's bag to slip from her large hand, scattering her cosmetics and other items all over the floor. 　　"Ah," 　　I apologized sincerely, reaching out to pick up the fallen cosmetics and other items... 　　"Wh..." 　　"This is...!?" 　　Under my mother's sharp gaze, I was stunned and speechless for a moment.

Then, the old lady uttered these words,
"...Okay, don't touch it."
With just that, Mom silently began tidying up the things that had fallen to the floor.
Ugh...so annoying...this guy... Doesn't want anyone to touch her things?
Does her own son hate that much?
I looked down at Mom, who was expressionlessly tidying up the things.
"..."
I stood awkwardly at the door leading to the living room, gripping the doorknob.
"...I'm going out, you can get something to eat."
As if completing a chore, Mom mumbled something and slammed the door shut.
...Yes, as you can see, this is how my relationship with Mom is.
I'm not really angry.
Because of Wei Weishu, I don't treat her like a traditional mother anymore.
Hmph, even if I can't communicate well with Mom, it doesn't affect my life much.
"...Sigh, when did it start to become like this?"
I always thought she wasn't always like this.
Oh well, oh well. Although I'm upset, I'll just let it go. I'll just go do what I was supposed to do anyway.
After finishing my lesson, I washed my hands and lay down on the sofa in the living room. I looked up, crossed my legs, and
casually grabbed a weekly magazine lying there.
Huh? Didn't I decide to start studying after I settled down?
Lying there, I flipped through the pages, scanning the fighting comics, feeling completely empty.
My told me this wasn't the time for this, but a powerful wave of laziness held me back.
Ah—no, no. I don't want to study.
This laziness is probably a disease that all students suffer from.
Like shook myself off and stood up.
I opened the door and went into the hallway, where I found a strange object.
"...Hmm?"
The object was in the corner of the entryway, right behind the shoebox. Although I hadn't noticed it before, there was indeed
a thin, white, box-like object, half-exposed between the shoebox and the wall.
Reaching for it was probably an act of avoidance. Because I didn't want to study, my brain was
constantly trying to find excuses to do other things.
Even finding this object could only prolong my time (a few seconds).
But in reality, it wasn't like that. Thanks to this object, I temporarily had no time to
study .
I let out a wild cry. The reason, well, this object was really too out of place in my house.
This is... um—... what is this?
I held the box between my fingers, carefully examining it, still unsure what it was.
It was a Blu-ray disc case, that much was clear. Because you could see these kinds of
cases everywhere in music stores... In fact, it clearly said "blu-ray" on the label. The box only had the English letters "disc". However, every single Chinese character
on the cover still piqued my curiosity.
At that moment, I imagine my expression was one of utter astonishment.
The box featured a drawing of a glamorous woman resembling a teacher.
"Oh?!"
I murmured to myself, my eyes widening like a detective examining evidence at a crime scene.
Perhaps it was a distinctive feature, but the entire box was predominantly white and pink.
"Why is this woman dressed like this?"
The woman's outfit was quite provocative. The background was a classroom, but she was dressed in what looked like a swimsuit or
bandages. In short, it was even more outrageous than my mother's outfits, making me want to advise her to wear something more proper. A
metal chain-like device extended from the bandage-like bra, and the little girl's death seemed to be dragging it along
. Furthermore, she lightly held a well-designed whip in one hand; its rough design reminded me of
Whip's whip in KOF. Clearly for combat, it made one think of its terrifying uses.
What a dangerous fellow.
7 And—
"!?"
On the top of the box, written in slick Western script, was probably the title. "Lucifer in your
classroom? What is that?"
It looked quite serious, but could it be some incomprehensible English movie?
"Wait a minute…why is there such a device here?"
Just as I held "Lucifer in your classroom"... Standing frozen in the entryway, a huge question mark forming in my mind 　　,
the door slammed open in front of me. 　　"I'm home —hey, 　　what's wrong
, Tiger? What are you doing here instead of going to your studies?" 　　"
Oh! Oh!! Oh oh oh!! Ah…oh…ah… 　　uh 　　... 　　"Wait, wait... don't jump to conclusions, I'm perfectly normal. It's just... oh right, I overdid it . " 　　"You're talking nonsense. How could you possibly be under so much pressure from studying?" 　　That's really going too far, especially for a parent. Can't you trust your child a little more? 　　"No, that's not true, I'm doing well (you know that, right)." 　　"That's all thanks to your excellent playmates who gave you personal guidance. Don't take it all as your own achievement. When have you ever studied on your own?" If I really don't press the issue, I'll continue living my mundane life as before. 　　"Sigh..."

"Also, you need to listen to your mother more. As the child of an English teacher, your English is still so bad..."
He hit the nail on the head, leaving me speechless. Just five minutes ago I was reading comics. I hid "Lucifer in Your Classroom" under my clothes, crawling across the floor
like a inchworm larva .
"...You...think that way?...Really?" But then my father's voice came from behind me, 　　"Tiger, Dad doesn't really mind, but don't read those kinds of 'h' books by the front door, and whatever you do, don't let your mother know!" 　　Too bad. He's a father after all; he can guess almost everything from my strange behavior. Of course, I 've been "criticized" for hiding pornographic books before. But this thing hidden under my belly, in a sense, is even more serious 　　if discovered . 　　After politely dealing with my father, I hugged the book like a rugby player clutching a ball and nimbly ran up the steps. I rushed into the room, closed the door, and finally let out a long sigh of relief. 　　"Phew..." 　　I pulled the device out of my coat, carefully holding it in my right hand while wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my left. 　　Duty accomplished. I'm an expert at this kind of thing; I won't go into the details. 　　I'm sure all you healthy middle and high school boys understand what I mean. 　　"...Sigh, I still got it back." 　　I muttered to myself, glancing sideways at "Lucifer in Your Classroom. " I guess I did manage to find the device. 　　Anyway, there wasn't much else I could do in that situation. I was looking for a way to avoid studying, and I was genuinely interested in this "impossible" item. 　　For some reason, I had to abandon today's plans and return to my room. My room is about the size of six tatami mats, with a bed, a desk, and bookshelves and closets for storing reference books 　　green rug and blue curtains adorn the room, and the walls are covered only with a simple calendar, no posters whatsoever. 　　Besides that, there's a small radio; there's no computer, television, game console , or anything like that. Of course, my sister's room has all of those things, but she locked her door when she left home and gave the door to Mom, instructing her not to let me in. 　　Pretty unremarkable room, right? Because my principle is to live as "ordinarily" as possible, which suits my personality perfectly. 　　...Whose room is this anyway? 　　I mentally scanned the faces of everyone in my family. ...Still, I didn't expect to find an owner similar to the one for "Lucifer 　　's Kiss Was Short, Yet Intense and Full of Emotion, Seemingly Meaning Something, But I'm Still Slowly in Your Classroom." 　　Hmm—...What exactly happened? Why did this thing end up there? Did it fall out of Mom's bag? 　　As I opened the lid of the CD case while pondering this, 　　"Ah...?!" 　　I was shocked again, even more so than when I first saw the case. 　　In conclusion, that's how it is. There wasn't a disc , but rather another similar disc. I went there. Because I wanted to take a nap before starting my studies. The entrance is right next to the stairs on the first floor, opposite 　　...that's common. When listening to music with CDs, I often find it too troublesome to put the records back into their original cases , so I just leave them lying around. 　　Later, because I don't know which case I've put in, it causes quite a bit of chaos. 　　The owner of this disc was probably as lazy as I was, putting other discs—I don't even know if they were Blu-rays—into the box for "Lucifer in You Classroom. " 　　Hmm—hmm—, I see. This happens all the time. 　　Further down, all sorts of props came into view, big and small, thick and thin, long and short, single-headed and multi-headed. 　　Why was the title of the disc that Lang Ling was holding "Falling in Love with My Son"? A teacher, a mother, and of all people, and I had to see it—what was this supposed to be guiding me on? 　　And what was with that incredibly seductive "r18" label? 　　I broke out in a cold sweat, my breathing rapid. 　　That was close. Really close. If you ask me what was so close, it was what happened to my father and me just now. 　　If that thing had been discovered, I would have committed suicide, though the possibility of homicide couldn't be ruled out. 　　Although I don't know much about this kind of work, my instincts still immediately sounded an alarm. The dark and sinister atmosphere emanating from this title is truly astonishing…! Even without that alluring label, just looking at the title makes it clear! This device shouldn't be in my or my mother's possession no matter how you look at it… 　　I was glared at fiercely. 　　…My misfortune today… is all this device's fault. 　　I stared at the mysterious disc. 　　“Damn it…” I stood up abruptly and leaned forward. 　　Now that things have come to this, I must find the owner of this disc to get my revenge. 　　Could it really be… my mother? 　　I blamed the disc's owner for today's misfortune and resolved to find him. 　　…However, things became even more unclear. 　　If there's anything even more unclear, it's the owner of this strange disc. The box containing "Lucifer in your classroom" actually contained the dubious disc "Fall in Love with Your Son." If I'm not mistaken, the owner of this disc should possess both "Lucifer in 　　your classroom" and "Fall in Love with Your Son."

Judging from the fact that this large disc fell behind my shoebox, the owner of this disc
is most likely someone living in my house—my sister, mother, father, and me.
I couldn't control my drooling; it kept flowing into my mouth until I almost choked.
Of course, it's not like no one else comes and goes from this house besides the elderly, so I can't completely
rule out the possibility of an "outsider." For example, Mom confiscated that boy's CD... well,
who would put a "Fall in Love with Your Son" disc
in the "Lucifer in Your Classroom" box and take it to school?
Mom noticed my intention and slapped my outstretched hand away.
"Hmm—..."
In short, thinking further towards an "outsider" won't help, so I decided to
temporarily limit the suspects to family members.
Me, my mother, my father, and of course my sister who's rarely home... If the "culprit" is among these people
, then objectively speaking, who is the most suspicious...?
Who in the family is most likely to possess "Lucifer in Your Classroom" and "Fall in Love with Your Son"?
"Me? That's just normal." No,
no, definitely not. Of course not me! [The rest of the text is a jumbled collection of characters and phrases, likely from different sources, and doesn't form coherent sentences.] From Xi's perspective, but I can only deduce that I still have some (how pathetic).
Anyway, that device isn't mine. Because I'm in my adolescence, sexually irritable, but I've never
been interested in my mother. Although there are people in my class who are keen on discussing relationships, they've never
gotten to the point of discussing such an absurd topic as incest.
But, aren't the rest of my family the same...?
I'm devastated by this obvious conclusion.
Isn't that right? First of all, my sister couldn't be, right? She hasn't been home for a long time, and this... The box and disc
were both recently released. And Dad, he's a complete tech illiterate; even if he
wanted to watch , he doesn't seem like he'd know how to use a media player.
It's unbelievable that my dad, with his angular, gangster-like face, would watch porn. And Mom—she should be the first one out. I remember
when my pornographic books were confiscated, she was the one who scolded me the most.
And one thing to note is that we don't have a Blu-ray player at all—not in the living room, not in the study, not
even my sister's PS3, which is the most tech-savvy in the family. They moved to the school a long time ago.
I can't imagine any one of my family members spending money on DVDs to watch
something like "Falling in Love with My Son," I'm afraid even reading the title would make my mother feel nauseous. After all, my mother is Chinese...
Perhaps someone with a beautiful mother would understand my feelings better.
After saying that, Mom kissed me again, more wetly, and for a longer time. In the end, she even kissed me loudly. Mom seems to be
learning from teachers, I guess she went out to a party with her friends today.
"Sigh—I'm really speechless. I just don't understand."
My reasoning completely stalled. Perhaps the culprit really isn't within the scope of family members, but once the
scope of suspects is expanded to outsiders, there are endless people now.
Absolutely not! It seems I lack the talent for investigation.
So what should I do? It's so troublesome, should I just ignore it?
No… I still want to know, no matter what. I must find out who the culprit is.
I find it unbelievable how I've become so proactive. If I were my normal self,
I should have given up now and slept until dinner. Later I realized that, looking at it this way… However
, things didn't actually develop that way. Because I decided to continue investigating this matter.
Of course , at the time I didn't know that, right or wrong, I had already decided my fate.
Because of this incident, I stepped on a huge landmine—
now it's number 6. It was 3:45. I scratched my head as I walked out of my room, intending to go downstairs to call and order
takeout . But I stopped halfway down the stairs. I saw my mother in the entryway.
...Ah, she's back already.
She probably forgot something important at school again.
By the way, today Mom was wearing a low-waisted, short-sleeved black dress with a white Peter Pan collar, adding a touch of sweetness and playfulness to
her elegance , along with flesh-colored stockings and black peep-toe stilettos. To be honest, I
didn't really look very closely. But Mom's outfit was really appropriate, highlighting her graceful figure. If you said
she was a fashion model, everyone would probably believe it.
...Isn't that cute?
However, describing my mother like that doesn't seem quite right, especially since our relationship isn't that warm.
—Back to the point. I waited halfway down the stairs for Mom to move the top of the stairs.
"...Hmm?"
Something about her seemed off. The living room was just a door away, but Mom
—but...
she didn't seem inclined to go that way at all, just stood there blankly near the entryway.
...What was she doing?
I couldn't just stand there like an idiot, so I headed down the steps.
"..."
I suddenly turned around.
"...Hey, what are you doing?"
"...Huh?"
...Damn it. Knowing this would happen, why did I even talk to her...?
Am I stupid?
"Tch, nothing much,"
I said, forcefully turning the doorknob.
Pizza and drinks were already laid out on the table for dinner. The room where the whole family ate together,
because it was an open-plan living room, dining room, and kitchen, without any partitions, looked very spacious.
I sat at the table facing my parents.
If I could sing opera well, I would definitely be a talented idol admired by my male classmates.
On the television, the news anchor was reporting on recent eye-catching facts such as how the export situation was.
Dad devoured his pizza. After showering at home, he always went straight to his pajamas, looking like a mob boss.
In reality, it was the complete opposite; Dad was a policeman.
Mom, standing beside him, was utterly unyielding. She was incredibly indifferent to her family. Watching her eat
silently , I couldn't help but think she was quite like Dad, especially with that sharp gaze.
Our family at the dinner table seemed like an ordinary family. Normal, that's good enough.
Of course, I was referring to the plan to find the owner of that disc.
...While it's called a plan, it's not really that sophisticated; it's just an extremely common and simple plan.
Simply put, further reasoning wouldn't lead anywhere, so I decided to find a place where all the "suspects" were present
. "Isn't this... I found this in the entryway this evening. Not when I bumped into it. Your
chance, to give them a warning shot." And now, this golden opportunity is right in front of me.
After finishing my miso soup with clams, I casually asked,
"I'm going to the convenience store after dinner. Does anyone need me to bring something back?"
"Really? Then bring back that ice cream that keeps appearing in those confessions lately."
"Got it."
After ending my fruitless conversation with my mom, I casually said,
"By the way, one of my classmates has recently become obsessed with a movie about teachers. Hmm—I think it's called
something like Lucifer."
"Why are you suddenly talking about this?"
The first one to react to my probing was my dad. Could it be…
“It’s nothing. He just said it was interesting, and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a look.”
“No way! You don’t have time to watch movies these days! Doing your homework is the important thing! Right, Mom?”
But Mom didn’t respond to Dad’s suggestion. I quietly glanced at Mom sitting diagonally across from me.
Mom was biting her lip, and perhaps because her whole body was too tense, the tips of the chopsticks she was holding
were trembling slightly. …Huh? Hello, hello…?
“…Xinzhui?”
Dad noticed Mom’s abnormality and called softly.
“…I’m full.”
Instead of heading to the convenience store, she took another road and went around to the back of the house. He asked me what I was doing? Actually, nothing.
Mom stood up angrily and strode out of the living room. She
slammed the bedroom door shut. Then I heard the sound of her running back to the bedroom on the first floor.
“…What’s wrong… your mom?”
“No, she’s a little confused…”
I casually brushed off my surprised dad. To be honest, I really don't understand.
...Why is she so angry? That guy...? [The following appears to be a separate, unrelated thought:] "Sinner," and if she sensed my probing...
"...Sigh..."
However... Mom's reaction was really unusual. ...Perhaps she really gave herself away under my probing
.
Most timid boys would only think, "If only she noticed me."
Of course, I don't think that alone is enough to confirm she's a sinner. Just considering the suspicious aspect,
how dare I speak to my mom in that tone? Of course, I immediately thought that Mom is just another person who needs help
, and there are other suspicious people in the family...
The owner of the "Lucifer in Your Classroom" I found in the entryway...
If the owner of the CD is Mom, then a lot of things would make sense.
It probably fell when I bumped into it in the evening. The CD that had spilled out of the bag
landed perfectly between the wall and the shoebox.
Then, when Mom arrived at her destination, she opened the bag and discovered the CD was missing.
The area must have been over 10 square meters. It contained a bed, a closet, a desk, a bookcase, a full-length mirror, and records.
So she searched for it in the entryway before dinner…
To add to that, if, as I suspect, the CD was indeed put in the wrong box,
Mom wouldn't have taken "Falling in Love with My Son" with her, but rather "Lucifer in Your Classroom
"… But what kind of job required that CD? This question was beyond my
comprehension.
I muttered to myself,
"Okay, I'll go to the convenience store now
…" It seems I have no talent for acting. Oh well, I never expected it to go so smoothly in the first place.
It would be surprising if someone actually took the bait.
Thump, thump, thump, thump—I deliberately made a lot of noise as I went downstairs and slammed the door shut.
After leaving the house, I walked a little towards the convenience store, but when I reached the corner, I didn't choose to go through
. Instead, I considered things from the perspective of the "culprit." If my mother was the culprit, she probably already knew
... So, if I were my mother, what would I do?
The best course of action would be to take back the device when I wasn't looking, and then pretend I knew nothing
—that would definitely be it.
My mother had lost her usual composure just now, something was clearly wrong. In that case—she might not be able to
resist looking for the disc while I was out. Therefore, although the possibility of her taking the bait was slim, I
still made a plan. While muttering all this, I returned home through the back door and tiptoed up the stairs. Then I suddenly opened...
Just as I saw the object I had pulled out of my large shoebox,
the door to my bedroom...
Huh—! ...
"...Hey...what are you doing?"
The first thing that caught my eye was the densely packed stack of CDs on the upper shelf.
"...!?"
Ah—!? No, it can't be real, right? It actually happened...this guy.
Is it...is it really that urgent? You bastard.
My mother was kneeling on her hands and knees in the center of my room. Startled by my voice, she
turned around, her face pale.
She was clearly terrified. But her gaze, still like she was looking at a ghost, pierced my
heart like a knife.
"...What's it to you?"
Mom said through gritted teeth, still facing the door. Perhaps because it was important,
her breathing was rapid.
"...How can it be none of my business? Barging into someone else's room to search... What would my sister think if she were
paralyzed like this
?"
And you didn't even reach in the right place, you could have searched anywhere, why did you have to search my secret library?
Because of this unspeakable indignation, I coldly retorted.
"..."
Mom turned away without saying a word. Perhaps because of her last rage, her face flushed. Then she
silently and slowly stood up and walked towards me.
"Get out of the way."
"No. Answer my question—what are you doing here?" "I
'm not looking at anything."
"Get out of the way!"
"...I know, you're looking for this device, aren't you?"
Facing Mom's glaring eyes so close to me, although I was a little timid, I still slowly
took out the box of "Lucifier in Your Classroom" hidden under my clothes. My mother's reaction
was dramatically different.
"Hey!"
With lightning speed, she reached for it, but luckily I dodged it.
That was close! I thought I was doomed.
I feigned smugness, patting the back of the CD case as I said,
"Hmph, this is obviously yours."
My mother replied, clearly displeased. Hey, hey… I'm saying, your words and actions don't match at all. "
Is it something that fell down?"
"Absolutely not… It's not mine. Then… how could I possibly want to look at something like that?"
My mother showed no intention of admitting anything, and now this was far from over.
"If you weren't looking for this, then what were you doing in my room?"
"…That's because… because!"
"That's because? Because of what?"
Under my persistent questioning, my mother fell silent again.
"…"
My mother's shoulders trembled slightly, she seemed to be biting her lip in frustration, her head bowed.
"Hey...hey...what are you doing?"
Luckily, my grades aren't too bad these days. If I keep going like this, I might even get into a decent university.
Obviously, my relentless pursuit has made my mother feel greatly humiliated.
No wonder, it's like someone I really hate has blatantly said to me,
"Hey, this porn book is yours, right? Hehe." I'd be furious and mortified in that situation
.
"...What is this?"
"..."
My mother stared at me like I was an enemy, her words unwavering, her
hostility blatantly obvious.
...Damn it. Why does my mother look at me with such hatred?
Damn it...this is getting more and more absurd...I don't care about this guy anymore,
so why am I doing this self-defeating thing?
Forget it! I'm done!
"Here you go,"
I casually shoved the box into my mother's arms. Her eyes still held a deep hatred as she looked up at me.
"It must be something important, right? Here you go, keep it safe." "I
told you, it's not mine… it's from a student in my class."
"Then you'd better return it, or get rid of it."
"Huh?"
My mother looked at me, confused.
Why was she looking at me like that? I wasn't teasing my mother for
fun; I just wanted to know whose disc it was. Now that I knew, there was no need to bother her anymore. —I saw
the confusion in my mother's expression, silently thinking to myself, but not showing it outwardly. "I'm sorry,
it seems I misunderstood. I know this isn't yours. Although I don't know whose it is,
it's useless to me anyway." Having already compromised to this extent, Mom finally spoke,
"...Hmm...Alright then."
She finally agreed to accept the disc. I stepped aside, making way for the doorway. Mom
brushed past me and left the room, while I went into my own. "Ugh..."
I'm exhausted—I plopped down on the bed, tilting my head back and staring at the ceiling.
Just then, Mom, whom I thought had already left, spoke again.
"...Um, are you listening?"
"Huh?"
She hadn't left yet. What a nuisance, hurry up and go.
I turned around and saw Mom looking at me tentatively; normally, she wouldn't
show such a kind expression. ...Wh-what is it...? ...What's wrong?
Mom started babbling incessantly.
"...Still...do you find it funny?"
"What's funny?"
"I mean...well, it's just an example...If, if this were me
...do you find it funny...?"
...Tch.
"It's alright, nothing funny."
Although she was inwardly impatient, Lu replied verbally. She wanted to get rid of this guy quickly
; otherwise, he'd probably explode again. ...Honestly, why did he have to pick a fight with me?
...I only returned the equipment to you because I was considerate of your pride and didn't want to make a big deal out of it. After all,
it was your clumsiness that caused this whole mess...You should be grateful to me,
not blaming me.
My mother, with her back to me, hurriedly put on her high heels.
"Hmm. Even if the disc was yours, I wouldn't laugh at you. But I'm wondering, you have a
living son, why did you watch something as weird as 'Falling in Love with Your Son'?"
I only meant to tease my mom…
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“You’re so persistent. I said it’s true, so just believe me.”
I said this with a perfunctory attitude, but my mom seemed quite satisfied.
“…Is that so…I see.”
My mom nodded—and ran
out . This scene somehow stirred up endless memories in me; I seemed to remember a similar
scene from a long, long time ago…but I can’t remember it anymore.
“…Couldn’t you have left Ayakashi?”
I grumbled as I lay down on the bed.
Nothing happened for the next two days. My mom and I were still the same as usual. Although I learned about
a side of my mom that no one else knew, I didn’t plan what to do; I just wanted to forget it as soon as possible.
Do I have this kind of tendency?
But I don’t want to pry into other people’s secrets because it’s too much trouble.
One late night, while I was fast asleep, I suddenly felt a sharp, painful pain on my cheek.
Being woken up like this was really unpleasant. It felt like I'd been slapped.
What, what's going on?! A home invasion?! I jumped in fright and quickly opened my eyes to see.
"..."
It was so bright and glaring. It seemed someone had turned on the room light. I felt a heavy weight pressing on my stomach, and even my limbs
were bound. How soundly was I sleeping? ...Hey!
"It's...it's you!"
I was completely stunned after recognizing the attacker. Because it was a sudden attack in the middle of the night, my heart was
still pounding.
"...Don't make a sound."
The person who attacked me was my mother, wearing her nightgown. Well, my description wasn't accurate. What Mom was wearing
wasn't even a nightgown. Who would sleep in something like that? I can only complain about that tiny black lace bra that barely
covered her pink back, not to mention the garter belt, black fishnet stockings, and the open-crotch thong—open-crotch!! What's
going on ? I tried to straighten up, but Mom was kneeling and leaning on my bed, pressing down on me,
her face, clearly covered by makeup, right in front of me.
"...Mom...!? What are you trying to do...?"
"...Didn't I tell you to be quiet? What do you think it is now?"
I always thought I should be the one saying "What do you think it is now?"
...No, it's late at night...I'm in my own room on my bed, and Mom is on top of me, staring at me so closely
... "...Keep calm..."
What is this scene? If you just look at this scene alone,
it's like a scene from "Falling in Love with Your Son," although I haven't seen it. Because of this situation, my heart is about
to break.
I adjusted my heavy breathing and ordered Mom. But Mom didn't seem to have
any intention . Although I had expected it.
Mom just tucked her hair behind her ear and then remained pressed against me without moving.
"Sigh,"
I sighed, covering my cheek with my hand, and asked.
"Tell me? What do you want?" I had already guessed what it would be about.
But Mom didn't answer me at all. Instead, she simply brought her lips to mine, her red lips sealing mine, her soft
tongue sliding in as well.
Mom seemed very important, her hands foolishly roaming over my body, her cheeks flushed.
"I'm flirting..." After saying this, Mom blushed all the way to the roots of her neck.
"Mmm...uh...ahhhhhh"
We both unconsciously began to moan.
"Ah, so big!!"
I ate my pizza silently, oblivious to the opportunity to carry out my plans.
Suddenly, Mom pulled away from her wet lips, looking at my penis in surprise. I had unknowingly
inserted the disc, and she gestured for me to sit down and put on headphones.
My penis was erect, and through my pajama pants, it pressed against the crotch of Mom's thong, which startled her.
But the shock didn't linger on Mom's face for long; it was quickly replaced by pleasure. Mom turned around, quickly pulled down
my pajama pants, grabbed my penis, and put it entirely in her mouth, beginning to stimulate my glans with her soft tongue. Actually
, "...anyway, anyway, let's get it up to my bed height first..."
That wasn't the point. The point was that Mom's soft buttocks were now directly above my face, and her barely-there
panties couldn't cover her white buttocks at all, while Mom's anus and butterfly... It appeared before me in an instant
.
To be honest, I didn't really want to kiss it, but the lustful fluid kept flowing out. At first, I just wanted to stop the
flow of that wet little pussy. But it seemed that this stimulated my mother. She sat down on my face, and her legs suddenly seemed to cry out,
"Ah...oh...ah...uh...uh...uh...uh...ah!!!" My mother cried out
. Damn, is it really that good? I thought to myself.
My face was buried in my mother's buttocks, my mouth was facing her pussy, and my nose was right in front of her anus. Fortunately,
there was no strange smell, but this position still made me very uncomfortable. I started shaking my head.
I realized that shaking my head didn't solve the problem at all, and what was worse was that I had accidentally stuck out
my tongue , and my mother's pussy was so tight that I couldn't pull my tongue back, and her pussy... The oozing vaginal fluid flowed directly into my mouth
, running down my tongue.
My mother was also enjoying the sensation on my penis, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, making me unable
to stop, wanting to ejaculate but holding back, feeling a tingling, unbearable itch. I knew this was my mother playing a game with me again.
Fine, if you won't let me ejaculate, I'll let you ejaculate to your heart's content.
I started pushing my tongue deeper, twisting it wildly, and inhaling, as if sucking in her juices
.
Same thing. Sure enough, the amount of vaginal fluid from my mother only increased. Just as
I was about to question her, she lowered her voice and threatened me.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh! Oh ah! Oh ah!! Oh oh oh!! Ah…
oh… ah… woo woo woo woo!! Ah!!!"
This lewd slut. I cursed inwardly. She even had her son suck her vagina. Let you see those incestuous things.
The equipment must have made your little b incredibly itchy, I wonder how much slutty juice is stored up inside.
I suddenly stopped attacking, haha, let's see what you slutty mom do now
. Mom was at a loss, not knowing what to do. She opened my penis and said, "Why aren't you sucking
?" as if to say, "Are you out of your mind?"
Mom sat up straight and started pressing her buttocks against my face, even using her hands to hold my face to prevent me
from moving.
Damn it, I cursed in my heart, my nose is right up to your asshole, you slutty mom.
The takeout arrived soon after.
Mom didn't seem to want to stop, she pressed even harder, and I started to feel a tightness in my throat. Well, when I
woke up a few minutes later, I realized I had choked to death. I found my face and pillow covered in my mother
's urine. This ordinary teacher had been brought to incontinence by her son's oral sex.
A long dog leash.
"You want to kill me?" I said fiercely, of course, only realizing after I said it that I
was wearing a sex toy and rhythmically thrusting into her. But there was no moaning in my ears, just
the lewd slut of my mother and son's penis.
My mother started to untie the ropes binding my limbs.
"What, finally I can untie your son, you rapist."
"Your bed is dirty from Mom, let's go to your sister's room."
"Can't I go tomorrow?" I answered with my face full of "unwillingness", but my mother wouldn't allow it.
That didn't matter. The problem was that
she showed an impatient expression. "Tomorrow is not an option. It has to be today." Unsurprisingly, that mother was still
the same mother, no matter how alluring her lingerie was.
"Why?"
"...It has to be today no matter what
." Fine, fine. Unwilling to give in, what a willful, lustful slut.
I shook my head helplessly, giving up the resistance.
My mother looked at me with an air of command, pulling on my arm. We
arrived at my older sister's door, practically naked. Mom skillfully unlocked the door.
So well-prepared, I thought to myself
. Of course, I've never been inside even once.
I thought I'd never go into that room again... but here I am, naked and with my erection,
being called in as a guest in the middle of the night. Even this morning, I wouldn't believe such a thing could happen.
Anyway , this situation is really out of control.
"...It's alright, come in quickly."
"...Hmm,"
Mom walked ahead and led the way into the room. Urged on by her, I stepped into my sister's room for the first time. I
didn't have any particular feelings, just thought the room was very girly.
...Wow, it's even bigger than my room.
Shelves...wait.
The decoration wasn't much better than my room, but the overall tone was reddish.
If there was anything incongruous, it was that there was a computer desk, with a monitor on it, and a computer and game console on either side.
"What are you looking at so suspiciously?" The camera then switched to Mom's face, her face already red from holding back, shaking as if she were holding
a computer and a game console on either side.
Although the room lacked personality, it was quite stylish. "...What are you looking at so suspiciously?"
Unbelievable, she was the one who brought me here, and she was talking like that.
"Please sit down."
The tense atmosphere from before seemed to have subsided somewhat. Mom also seemed much calmer, though she was still
dressed in revealing clothes, while I was still naked. I started to feel uneasy and reached out to grab my sister's blanket to
cover myself.
"Don't move, you'll get the blanket dirty."
Just as I was getting annoyed with her, she seemed to have made up her mind, stood up, and
walked the bookshelf.
...Hmm? What's she calculating?
Completely baffled, I noticed Mom moved one of the two bookshelves in front of me.
This spot was a dead end for both sides, a place prone to collisions and accidents.
I wondered how she moved the bookshelf so easily. Upon closer inspection, I realized she had already taken the books out and put them on the bed
. One of the bookshelves, which occupied an entire wall, had been moved, revealing a large section of wall.
Mom didn't answer me. Instead, she went to the cabinet, randomly picked up a box, turned on the computer, and plugged it in...
Mom completely ignored my question, using her shoulder to support the remaining bookshelf against the wall,
neatly arranging the empty bottles of lotion and similar items one by one in the space that
had been cleared.
Hiss, hiss... The wide bookshelf slowly moved away. What appeared on that wall was a sliding door to a closet.
It turned out to be a hidden storage room.
"Wow, amazing..."
Mom said after catching her breath.
"...You know, this closet is a secret between your sister and me... We used it to
hide Mom's ample breasts so no one would discover them, but what's with the slit in the center of this bra? It just happens to
cover the bookshelf."
"Oh, I see..." I said, wondering why my sister always made such unfounded accusations against me entering her room.
Mom reached for the sliding door, but didn't open it.
"..."
Mom looked at me hesitantly.
Based on everything that had happened so far, even someone as stupid as me could easily guess what was on
the other . I could also roughly guess the reason for her hesitation.
It was a simple trick. "No, no matter what, I won't fall for it... How could I...?"
Thud...
Thud...
"...Hmm? Something seems to have...fallen to the floor."
Before I could even examine the equipment in the closet closely, my attention was drawn to the fallen piece of equipment, and
I reached out and picked it up.
It was another CD case—
the title was "Falling in Love with Mom: Director Edition Vol. 4."
"Eh?!?!"
I almost choked to death. And there's more than one of these devices?
Of course, I was already stunned when I turned my gaze to the cabinet. What stunned
me was the unimaginably huge cabinet space and the contents that were so numerous and embarrassing to look at.
"This...this...what is all this...?"
Blu-ray, oh my god! There were even videotapes. The boxes were printed with all sorts of obscene titles, such as "Incestuous Relatives and
Their Son's Hot Spring Trip," "***Mother Seduces Her Underage Daughter," "Shameful Mother's Outdoor Ejaculation," and so on. I... But
my mother blocked my way. She didn't look directly at me but turned away. "Tiger, I need you. Do you
like me?"
What's going on? This can't be explained in terms of reality. I barely managed to maintain my composure. But
suddenly, my mother reached out and hugged me, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and pouted as she leaned in.
She was also lewd and rough in bed, so what was this all about?
Seeing that Mom wasn't going to leave, I leaned in and mouthed closer.
Unaware of
what was going on, Mom led me to this...what? closet. I was utterly astonished, my eyes wide with amazement!
Those pornographic books were nothing compared to this;
there was everything , and all sorts of sexy lingerie. Sex toys, or rather, SM equipment, were equally complete: whips,
handcuffs, ropes, collars, blindfolds, gags, bondage straps, binding ropes, and of course, many things I wasn't familiar with... "What's this?" I asked.
"...Anal dilator..." Mom seemed a little embarrassed, thinking about it in my arms.
Electric and manual models, everything imaginable.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"My God, how many devices did you hide? You...?" The computer screen immediately showed my mother and sister, both dressed in suggestive clothing, caressing each
other.
"Oh my God," I exclaimed. My God, my sister's body is amazing! On the screen,
my mother was already sucking on my sister's large breasts, and both of their hands were inside each other's underwear, constantly rubbing them.
I couldn't resist the teasing, and my penis became even harder. I impatiently clicked the mouse backward, and my sister sat on my mother's face
, rubbing oil all over her body, making my mother's body shiny and oily. Meanwhile, my sister's lewd moans in the headphones became even more
intense and rapid. "My God, this lewd mother and daughter!!" I exclaimed before realizing I was referring to my mother and sister.
I fell back again. By then, Mom had already been tied to the headboard with ropes by my older sister, her buttocks sticking out as she stood on the floor. My sister 's mouth, which had been uttering
"...hurry up," was already gagged. However, my sister was brazenly shouting, "You little slut, why don't you call me your good husband and give me your cock?" 　　Mom couldn't speak, only whimpering. My sister continued, "You're not even making a sound, you little slut, Lingqiao!" As she spoke, she took the anal dilator that Mom had mentioned earlier, smeared some on it, and put it into Mom's anus. It swelled up like a drum, saliva continuously flowing from the gag. "Does she want your little brother's cock?" my sister said again. Mom didn't resist. I heard a snap, and Mom hesitated and nodded. I guessed that my sister had switched to using a whip 　　. Mom pointed at the bed. The whipping of Mom's fat buttocks. My sister started laughing loudly and used her hand to ungrate Mom's mouth. Mom coughed then gasped for breath. "I'll ask you again, do you want your brother's penis to go into your horny asshole?" Mom hesitated again, then slapped me again. "Yes, yes," Mom said quickly. "What do you mean 'yes'? What do you want? Whose 'what'? Where is it?" my sister asked arrogantly. "I want my brother's penis, Tiger's big penis, to go into me, to go into Mom's little horny asshole..." 　　Just then, I heard Mom call me. I turned around. Although my nerves had already been overwhelmed tonight , the scene at this moment still added to my already overwhelming emotions. Mom took off her sexy lingerie, probably because it had gotten dirty from falling down earlier. She put on her usual work clothes! A school teacher 　　's suit!! Mom only buttoned one button on her blazer, and her two large breasts, through a layer of transparent gauze , were waving at me. Originally, Mom was wearing a black, sheer, lace bodysuit went all the way to her ankles. The skirt was just short enough to cover her little pussy. And a pair of red, super high heels, like wedding shoes, that I'd never seen before, made her legs look even straighter. 　　"I want my brother's dick, Tiger's big dick, to stick it in me, to stick it in Mom's little pussy asshole... Oh, no, not asshole!" 　　Mom repeated her words, handcuffing herself against the bed, leaning over, revealing my penis 's destination for the night. 　　Haha, seeing my lovely mother at this moment, I no longer hesitated. I knew that the task was mine to continue!

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