My mom shouldn't be this cute

When I got home from school, 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, she's strikingly beautiful, 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 slender and tall, but her curves are perfectly proportioned. If she could sing well, she would definitely be a talented idol, adored by many male students.
This isn't self-promotion; my mother is indeed an extraordinary person.
Of course, I don't mean to boast about my mother. Although many men envy me, and I understand their feelings, I still want to say, stop joking!

Perhaps those with beautiful mothers can better understand my feelings.
My mother isn't as wonderful as they think, at least not to me.
It's actually quite understandable. My mom is the kind of teacher who's so popular that students line up to ask her questions after class, making it impossible for her to even get into the classroom for the next period. What's even more terrifying is that male students often write her love letters. Of course, most of them know that such futile efforts won't yield the results they hope for, because my mom is like a woman living in another world. She's the so-called goddess, high and mighty. And most timid boys just wish she would notice them.
Of course, I was the same way.
Imagine this goddess is your family member. Of course, imagine it while maintaining the distance of a simple mother-son relationship.
...See? You understand my awkwardness now. It's not such a good thing, is it?
I came back,
and out of politeness, I greeted her. But my mom didn't react at all, not even a glance. Wearing headphones, a wide-shouldered tank top, and a miniskirt, my mom was sunk in the soft sofa, legs crossed, happily giggling at her phone, seemingly completely unaware of my presence.
I'm already used to seeing my mom dressed like this. Although as a teacher, one should be a role model and mindful of one's image, my mother is different. She studied abroad in her youth and was influenced by Western education, so her thinking has always been very progressive, and she cherishes freedom. 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 pretty face, all of this is understandable.
That smiling face is indeed very cute, but I've never seen it before. Although my mother is progressive, she's still very strict with me. I guess if she knew I was here, she wouldn't have shown that cute smile in front of me.
Sure enough, when my mother saw me standing there dumbfounded, she immediately stopped smiling .
"Huh? Really? Why are you so late? Your clothes are so dirty? You look like an idiot!
It's me who's an idiot for greeting you!"
I cursed inwardly, while yanking open the refrigerator door. I took out a carton of barley tea, poured it into a glass, and drank it all in one gulp. Ah—I let out a deep, comfortable sigh and left the living room.
"Okay, okay... I'll go after I change." Mom whispered into the phone, "
My dinner hasn't even arrived yet, and you're already going out?"
"Sigh, whatever, I'll just order takeout. It's not the first time anyway," I muttered to myself, heading up the stairs.
My name is Tiger, and I'm 17 years old. I attend a nearby high school—yes, that's right, the one. And to make matters worse, my English teacher is my mom.
I'm just an ordinary high school student. I don't participate in any school clubs, and I don't have any noteworthy hobbies. Although I listen to pop music and read some novels and comics, I wouldn't call them
any real interests. After school, I either hang out with friends, chatting, or stay home reading comics and watching TV. Occasionally... I study a little.
Isn't that what ordinary high school students do? You might think this kind of life is too stable and boring, but I think staying ordinary is important.
Being ordinary means keeping pace with those around you, living a down-to-earth life.
And stability means less risk.
Fortunately, my grades aren't too bad right now. If things continue like this, I might even get into a decent university. What happens after that, I'll leave that for my four years of university life.
Anyway, I've long forgotten my childhood dreams… If I had to say, my dream would be to live an ordinary, unremarkable, quiet, and peaceful life.
My family lives in a very ordinary apartment building, on the top floor with an attic. There are four of us: my sister, my parents, and our Chihuahua named DouDou. My sister is currently studying at a university in another city and doesn't live at home anymore; she only comes back during holidays. So, theoretically, it's just the three of us and the dog living at home.
We're a moderately well-off family, nothing special, just an extremely ordinary family.
My sister and I have a room on the second floor. I changed into casual clothes in my room, rested for about ten minutes, and then went downstairs. I wanted to use the restroom before starting to study. The entrance hall is right next to the stairs on the first floor, and the door to the living room is on the left-hand side opposite.
As I went downstairs, I came to the entryway and bumped into my mother, who was wearing a black, openwork Peter Pan collar dress. This spot was a blind spot for both of us, a common place for collisions in the house.
With a thud, my left shoulder collided with my mother's chest. While the collision itself wasn't a big deal, the force of the impact caused her bag to slip from her hand, scattering its contents all over the floor.
"Oops
, I'm sorry,"
I sincerely apologized, reaching out to pick up the fallen cosmetics and other items…
My mother noticed my intention and slapped my outstretched hand away.
"What…?"
Under my mother's sharp gaze, I was stunned and speechless.
Then, these words escaped her lips:
"…Okay, don't touch it." With
just that one sentence, my mother silently began picking up the things that had fallen on the floor.
"Sigh… this is so annoying… this guy… Doesn't want anyone to touch her things? Is
your own son that annoying?"
I looked down at my mother, who was expressionlessly picking up her things.
An awkward atmosphere filled the entryway.
My mother, her back to me, hurriedly put on her high heels
… “I’m going out. Make yourself something to eat
,” she muttered as if completing a chore, then slammed the door shut.
…Yes, as you can see, this is how my relationship with my mother is.
I’m not really angry.
Because I stopped seeing her as a traditional mother a long time ago.
Hmph, even if I can’t communicate well with my mother, it doesn’t affect my life.
…Sigh, when did it start to become like this?
I always feel like she wasn’t always like this.
Oh well, oh well. Although I’m upset, I’ll just let it go. I should get back to what I was doing.
After using the bathroom, I washed my hands and sprawled out on the living room sofa. Lying on my back, legs crossed, I grabbed a weekly magazine lying there.
Huh? Wasn't I supposed to start studying?
Lying there, I flipped through the pages of a fighting manga, my mind blank. Reason told me this wasn't the time, but a powerful wave of laziness prevented me from acting.
Ah—no, no. I don't want to study.
This laziness is probably a disease common to all students. Like a dog doused with water, I shook my head a few times and stood up.
I opened the door and went into the hallway, where I found something strange.
…Hmm?
It was in the corner of the entryway, right behind a shoebox. Although I hadn't noticed it before, there was indeed a thin, white, box-like object half-protruding between the shoebox and the wall.
Reaching for it was probably also an act of escapism. Because I didn't want to study, my brain was always trying to find reasons to do other things.
Even if I found something like this, it would only buy me a few seconds of time.
But in reality, that wasn't the case. Thanks to this thing, I had no time to focus on my studies for the time being.
The moment I saw the object I pulled from behind the shoebox,
...what is this?!
I screamed wildly. The reason was that this thing was so out of place in my house.
This is... um—...what is this?
I held the box between my fingers, examining it carefully, still unsure what it was.
It was a Blu-ray disc case, that much was clear. Because you can see these kinds of cases everywhere in music stores...in fact, it clearly said "blu-ray disc" on it. But the lack of any Chinese characters on the cover still piqued my curiosity.
At this moment, my expression must have been one of astonishment.
There was a picture on the box, a picture of a glamorous woman who looked like a teacher.
Oh?!
I muttered to myself. My eyes were like those of a detective examining evidence at a crime scene.
Perhaps it's a characteristic color scheme, but the entire box is predominantly white and pink.
That's fine. The problem is,
why is this woman dressed like this?
Her outfit is quite provocative. The background is a classroom, but she's wearing something that looks more like a swimsuit or bandages. In short, it's even less sensible than my mom's attire, making me want to advise her to wear something more respectable.
Something resembling a metal chain extends from that bandage-like bra, and a long dog leash is trailing behind the little girl.
Moreover, she's lightly holding a rather sophisticated whip in one hand; its rough design reminds me of Whip's whip in KOF. Clearly for combat, it makes one think of such horrible uses.
What a dangerous fellow.
And—
at the top of the box, in smooth Western font, is what's probably the title: Lucifer in your classroom? What the heck?
It looks quite serious, but is it some kind of incomprehensible English movie?
Wait… why is this kind of thing here?
Just as I stood frozen in the entryway, holding "Lucifer in Your Classroom," a huge question mark rising in my mind, the door slammed open in front of me. "
I'm back—hey, what's wrong, Tiger? What are you doing here instead of studying?"
"Don't worry about it, Dad. Just taking a walk to clear my head.
" "That was close! ? I thought I was doomed.
But nothing went wrong; the instant the door opened, I ducked down and hid it under my body.
Whew…that was close."
I wonder who did this. Maybe it was a trap set to frame me. If anyone saw me with this, I'd likely be the target of a family meeting.
My father, briefcase in hand, looked down at me with a reproachful gaze, staring at my strange posture.
"…I just heard from the neighbor that student counseling seems to be quite popular lately." "
Wait, wait…don't jump to conclusions, I'm perfectly normal. It's just…right, I overdid it today." "
You're just talking nonsense." How could you possibly be under so much pressure from studying?
That's really going too far, especially for a parent like you. Can't you trust your child a little more?
It's not like that at all, you know my grades aren't bad.
Isn't that all thanks to the excellent Manni? Your childhood friend is giving you personal tutoring. Don't take all the credit for yourself. When have you ever studied on your own?
Uh…
also, you need to listen to your mother more. As the child of an English teacher, your English is still so bad… That
hit the nail on the head, leaving me speechless. Wasn't I reading comics just five minutes ago?
I hid "Lucifer in You Classroom" under my clothes and crawled away from this troublesome place like a inchworm larva. But then I heard my father's voice behind me, "
Tiger, Dad doesn't really mind, but don't read those kinds of erotic books by the front door, and whatever you do, don't let your mother find out!"
What a pity. He's a father after all; he could guess almost everything from my strange behavior. Although I've been criticized for possessing pornographic books before
, what's hidden under my belly now, in a sense, would be far more serious if discovered.
After carefully appeasing my father, I clutched the book like a rugby player clutching a ball and nimbly ran up the steps. Rushing into my room, I closed the door and finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Whew…
I pulled the item out of my clothes, carefully holding it in my right hand while wiping sweat from my brow with the back of my left.
Mission accomplished. I'm an expert at this kind of thing; I won't go into the reasons.
I'm sure all you healthy middle and high school boys understand what I mean.
…Sigh, I got it back anyway.
I muttered to myself, glancing sideways at "Lucifer in Your Classroom."
There was no other way in that situation. I was looking for an excuse not to study, and I was genuinely interested in this item that couldn't possibly be here.
Therefore, I had to abandon my exam preparation for today and decided to immediately begin investigating this item.
My room is about the size of six tatami mats, with a bed, a desk, and bookshelves and closets for storing reference books and comics. There
's a grass-green rug and blue curtains, and the walls are covered with just a simple calendar; there are no posters at all.
Besides that, there was only a small radio; there was no computer, television, game console, or anything like that. Of course, my sister's room had all of those things, but she locked her door before leaving home and gave the key to Mom, telling her not to let me in.
Pretty unremarkable room, right? Because my principle is to live as ordinarily as possible, this suits my personality perfectly.
...Whose is this?
I mentally went through the faces of everyone in my family. ...Still couldn't think of an owner who matched "Lucifer in Your Classroom."
Hmm—...What's going on? Why is this there? Did it fall out of Mom's bag?
Just as I was pondering this, I opened the lid of the CD case,
aha…!?
I was shocked again, even more so than when I first saw the case.
And here's the result: There wasn't a "Lucifer in Your Classroom" disc in the case, but rather another similar disc.
...This is quite common. When listening to music on CDs, I often find it too troublesome to put each CD back into its original case, so I just leave them lying around.
Later, because I couldn't even tell which CD was in which case, it caused quite a bit of confusion.
The owner of this disc was probably just as lazy as I was, putting other discs—I don't even know if they were Blu-rays—into the case for "Lucifer in You Classroom."
Hmm—hmm—I see. That happens all the time.
But—but…
why is the title of the disc inside "Falling in Love with My Son"? A teacher, a mother, and of all people, and I had to see it—what is this trying to do?
And what's with this incredibly seductive R18 label?
…Stay calm…
cold sweat beaded on my forehead, and my breathing became rapid.
That was close. That was close indeed. If you ask me what was close, it was that scene I just witnessed with my father. If
that thing had been discovered, I would have committed suicide, though of course, the possibility of murder couldn't be ruled out.
Although I didn't know much about this kind of thing, my instincts immediately kicked in. The dark, sinister atmosphere emanating from this title was truly astonishing…! Even without that seductive label, just looking at the title made it clear! This thing shouldn't be in my or my mother's possession…
…I'm having such a bad day… …but it's all this thing's fault.
I stared at the mysterious disc.
Damn it…
Now that things have come to this, I have to find the owner of this disc to get my revenge.
I took my anger out on the owner of the disc because of my bad luck today, and I was determined to find him.
…But things became even more unclear.
If anything, it was the owner of this strange disc. Given the fact that the box containing "Lucifer in your classroom" contained the suspicious 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 the disc was found on the back of a shoebox in my house, the owner of this disc is most likely someone living in my house—my sister, mother, father, and me.
Of course, it's not like no one else comes and goes from this house besides family members, so we can't completely rule out the possibility of an outsider. For example, Mom confiscated that boy's disc... But who would put the "Fall in Love with Your Son" disc in the "Lucifer in Your Classroom" box and take it to school?
In
short, thinking about outsiders won't help right now, so I've decided to temporarily narrow down the suspects to my family.
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...? The most likely person in the family to possess "Lucifer in Your Classroom" and "Fall in Love with Your Son" is...
me? This is annoying.
No, no, definitely not. Of course not me. My reasoning just now was merely considering who was most likely to possess these things, but it's somewhat pathetic that I could only deduce that it was me.
Anyway, those things aren't mine. I'm going through puberty, sexually aroused, but I've never been interested in my mother. Although there are people in my class who are keen on discussing relationships, they rarely go as far as incest.
But isn't it the same with everyone else in my family...?
I held my head in frustration at this obvious conclusion.
Isn't that right? First of all, it couldn't be my sister, right? She hasn't been home in a long time, and the box and discs are recent releases. Then there's my dad, a complete geek; even if he wanted to watch them, he doesn't seem like he'd know how to use a media player. It's hard to imagine my dad, with his angular, gangster-like face, enjoying pornography. And then there's my mother – she should be ruled out first. I remember when my pornographic books were confiscated, she was the one who scolded me the most.
And one thing I have to note is that we don't have a Blu-ray player at all. Not in the living room, not in the study, and even my sister, who's the most tech-savvy in the family, moved her PS3 to school a long time ago.
I just can't imagine anyone in the family spending money on DVDs to watch something like "Falling in Love with Your Son." My mom would probably feel nauseous just reading the title. After all, she's a high school teacher; she's probably out partying with friends today.
Ugh—I'm speechless.
My reasoning is completely stalled. Maybe the culprit really isn't within the family, but if I broaden the suspect pool to outsiders, there are endless possibilities. This won't work
; it seems I don't have the talent of a detective.
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 the culprit.
I find it unbelievable how proactive I've become. Normally, I should give up now and sleep until dinner. Only afterwards did I realize that if I hadn't pursued the matter further, I would have continued living my mundane life as before.
However, things didn't turn out that way. Because I decided to investigate further. Of course, at the time, I didn't know that, for better or worse, I had already decided my fate.
Because of this incident, I stepped on a huge landmine—
it's 6:45 now. I scratched my head as I walked out of my room, intending to go downstairs to order takeout. But halfway down the stairs, I stopped. Because I saw my mother's figure in the entryway.
...Ah, she's already back.
She probably forgot something important at school again.
By the way, Mom was wearing a low-waisted, short-sleeved black dress today. The white Peter Pan collar added 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, I think everyone would believe it.
...Isn't that cute?
But describing my mother like that doesn't seem quite right, especially since our relationship isn't that harmonious.
– Anyway. I was waiting for Mom to move away from the bottom of the stairs halfway down.
...Hmm?
But something about her seemed off. The living room was just a door away, but Mom didn't seem to be heading there at all. Instead, she was standing blankly near the entryway.
...What is she doing?
I couldn't just stand there like an idiot, so I went down the stairs.
Standing in front of the door leading to the living room, my hand on the doorknob,
I suddenly turned around.
...I said, what are you doing?
"...Huh?"
I was glared at fiercely.
"...Damn it. I knew this would happen, why did I even talk to this guy...?
Am I stupid?"
"Tch, it's nothing."
I said, forcefully turning the doorknob.
A moment later, the takeout arrived,
with pizza and drinks already laid out on the table for dinner. The room where the whole family ate together was spacious because it was an open-plan living room, dining room, and kitchen.
I sat at the table facing my parents.
On TV, the news anchor was reporting on recent newsworthy topics like export trends.
My dad was eating pizza with gusto. After showering at home, he always went straight to his pajamas, like a gangster boss. In reality, it was the opposite; my dad was a policeman.
My mom, sitting beside me, remained silent. She was generally indifferent to her family. Watching her eat silently, I couldn't help but think she was quite similar to my dad. Especially her sharp eyes.
Our family at the table seemed like an extremely ordinary family. "Normal, great."
I silently ate my pizza, observing the opportune moment to execute my plan.
I was referring, of course, to find out who owned the disc.
...Although it's called a plan, it's not that impressive; it's just an extremely ordinary and simple scheme. Simply put, further reasoning wouldn't lead anywhere, so I decided to find a moment when all the suspects were present to make a surprise move. And now, this golden opportunity was right in front of me.
I finished my miso soup with clams and casually asked, "
I'm going to the convenience store after dinner. Does anyone need me to bring something back?"
"Oh, then bring back that ice cream that's been in all the recent commercials."
Realizing
my fruitless conversation with Mom was over, I casually said, "
By the way, some of my classmates have recently become obsessed with a movie about a teacher." "Hmm—I remember it's called something like Lucifer. Why are you
suddenly bringing this up?"
Dad was the first to react to my probing. "Could it be…
nothing?" He said it was very interesting, and I thought it wouldn't hurt to watch it.
No, you don't have time to watch movies now! Doing your homework is the priority! Right, Mom?
But Mom didn't respond to Dad's suggestion. I glanced at Mom sitting diagonally across from me.
She was biting her lip, and perhaps because her whole body was tense, the tips of the chopsticks in her hand trembled slightly. ...Huh? Hello, hello...?
...Xinzhui?
Dad noticed Mom's unusual behavior and called softly
... I finished eating
. Mom stood up angrily and strode out of the living room.
She slammed the bedroom door shut. Then came the sound of her running back to the bedroom downstairs.
...What happened...? Your mom...?
No, I don't really know...
I casually brushed off my surprised dad. To be honest, I really didn't understand.
...Why is she so angry? That guy... What did that conversation do to offend Mom? If she were a criminal and sensed my probing...
...Sigh...
But...Mom's reaction was indeed unusual. ...Perhaps she really gave herself away when I tested her.
Of course, I don't think that's enough to identify the culprit. Just considering the suspicious aspect, there are other suspicious people in the house... Could
the owner of the "Lucifer in Your Classroom" I found in the entryway
really be...Mom?
If we assume Mom is the owner of the disc, then many things make sense.
It probably fell when I bumped into it in the evening. When the things in the bag scattered, the disc landed right in the gap between the wall and the shoebox.
Then, after Mom arrived at her destination, she opened her bag and realized it was missing.
So she searched for it in the entryway before dinner...
To add, if, as I suspect, she put the disc in the wrong box, then Mom wouldn't have taken "Fall in Love with Your Son," but rather "Lucifer in Your Classroom."
...But what could she possibly need to take that with her? This question is beyond my comprehension.
I muttered to myself, "
Okay, I'll go to the convenience store now
... Looks like I'm not cut out for acting." Oh well, I never expected it to go so smoothly anyway. It would be surprising if she 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, I walked towards the convenience store for a while, but when I reached the corner, I didn't choose the path leading to the store. Instead, I took another path and circled around to the back of the house. What are you doing? Nothing much, really, just thinking from the perspective of a criminal. If Mom were the criminal, she'd probably already realize I found that thing.
So, what would I do if I were Mom?
The best course of action would be to retrieve the item when I wasn't looking and then pretend I knew nothing—that must be it.
Mom's unusually calm demeanor just now was clearly off. In that case—she might be tempted to look for the disc while I was out. Therefore, although the chances of her taking the bait were slim, I still set a simple trap. No, they wouldn't take the bait... How could they...?
Muttering to myself, I returned home through the back door and tiptoed up the stairs. Then I suddenly flung open my bedroom door.
Huh?! ...
Hey...what are you doing?
"...!
? Ah-!? No, it can't be true, can it? It actually happened... This guy.
Is he... is he really that impatient? You bastard."
Mom was kneeling on her hands and knees in the middle of my room. Startled by my voice, she turned her head, pale-faced.
She was clearly terrified. But her gaze, still like that of someone looking at a jerk, pierced my heart like a knife.
"...Did you hear me? I'm asking you what you're doing.
" "...None of your business,"
Mom said through gritted teeth, still facing the door. Perhaps because of nervousness, her breathing was rapid.
"...Why is this none of my business? Barging into someone else's room to search... How would you feel if you were in that situation?
And you're looking in the wrong place, why did you have to search my secret library?" I retorted coldly, unable to express my anger. "
...
Mom turned her head away without a word. Perhaps because of anger, her face flushed." Then she silently and slowly stood up and walked towards me.
Move
aside. Answer my question – what are you doing here?
Move aside!
…I know, you're looking for this, aren't you?
Facing my mother's angry glare so close, though somewhat timid, I slowly pulled the box of "Lucifier in Your Classroom" hidden under my clothes. My mother's reaction was a dramatic change.
This is…!?
Hey,
Mom reached for it with lightning speed, but luckily I nimbly dodged.
I pretended to be smug, patting the back of the CD case as I said, "
Hmph, this is definitely yours."
…How could that be?
Mom replied, extremely displeased. Hey, hey…I said, your words and actions don't match at all.
Isn't that right? I found this in the entryway this evening. Wasn't it something you dropped when we bumped into each other?
Absolutely not. …It's not mine. Then…how could I possibly want to see something like that?
Mom showed no sign of admitting anything, and this was going to drag on forever. "
If it wasn't for this, then what were you doing in my room?
" "...It's because...
it's because!" "What is it because?"
Under my persistent questioning, Mom fell silent again.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she seemed to be biting her lip in resentment, her head bowed.
Clearly, my relentless questioning had deeply humiliated her.
No wonder, it felt like someone I hated was smugly saying in front of me, "Hey, this porn book is yours, isn't it?" I'd be furious and mortified.
Mom stared at me like I was an enemy, her hostility blatantly expressed despite her silence.
"...Bastard." Why was Mom looking at me with such hatred?
Damn it...this is getting more and more absurd...I clearly don't care about this guy anymore, so why am I doing this self-defeating thing?
Forget it! "I'm done playing! Here,
take it
." I shoved the box into my mother's arms. Her eyes were still filled with disgust as she looked up at me. "
It must be something important, right? Here you go, keep it safe.
You said it wasn't mine... I confiscated it from a student in my class
, so you'd better return it, or get rid of it,
okay?"
My mother looked at me, puzzled.
Why was she making that face? I wasn't teasing my mother for fun, I just wanted to know whose disc it was. Now that I know, there's no need to bother with you anymore. – I saw the confusion in my mother's expression and muttered this to myself silently, without showing it outwardly. "Sorry, it seems I misunderstood. I know this isn't yours. Although I don't know whose it is, I have no use for it anyway. While I apologize, could you please get rid of this disc?"
Having compromised to this extent, my mother finally spoke up,
"...Hmm...Okay then."
After saying that, she finally agreed to accept the disc. I stepped aside, making room for the door. My mother brushed past me and left her room, while I went into mine. Ugh…
I'm exhausted—I plopped down on the bed, tilting my head back and staring at the ceiling.
Just then, my mother, whom I thought had already left, spoke up.
…Um, are you listening?
Huh?
She's still here. What a nuisance, hurry up and go.
I turned around and saw my mother looking at me tentatively; normally, she would never show me such a friendly expression. …Wh-what is it…? …What's wrong?
…Or…do you find it funny?
What's funny?
I mean… well, it was just an example. …For example, if this were me…wouldn't it be ridiculous…?
…Tch.
It's alright, nothing funny.
Although I felt impatient inside, I answered like that. Because I wanted to get rid of this person quickly; otherwise, she would probably explode again. …Honestly, why do you always have to pick a fight with me? ...I only returned the things to you out of consideration for your pride, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. After all, it was your clumsiness that caused this whole mess...You should be thanking me, not blaming me.
...Is that what you...think? ...Really?
Yes. Even if the disc was yours, I wouldn't laugh at you. But I'm wondering, you have a living son, why would you watch something weird like "Falling in Love with Your Son"?
I was just teasing Mom. ...
Is it really true?
You're so persistent. I said it was true, just believe me.
I said this completely perfunctorily, but Mom seemed quite satisfied.
...Is that so? ...I see.
Mom nodded—and ran out with "Lucifer in Your Classroom" as if she'd found a treasure. This scene somehow evoked endless memories for me; I remember a similar scene from a long, long time ago...But I can't remember anymore.
"Couldn't you have closed the door when you left?"
I grumbled as I lay back on the bed.
Nothing happened for the next two days. My mother and I continued as usual. Although I had learned about a side of my mother that no one else knew, I didn't intend to do anything about it; I just wanted to forget it as quickly as possible.
To be honest, I was curious. How could a mother like that like that like something? Did she really have that kind of inclination?
But I didn't want to pry into other people's secrets, because it's too much trouble.
But...
one night, while I was fast asleep, I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my cheek.
!?
Being woken up like that is really annoying. It felt like I'd been slapped across the face.
W-what's going on!? A home invasion robbery!? I was startled and quickly opened my eyes to look. It
was so bright. It seemed like someone had turned on the room light. I felt a heavy weight pressing on my stomach, and even my hands and feet were tied up. How soundly was I sleeping? ...Hey!
It's you!
I was even more stunned when I saw who the attacker was. Because I was attacked 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 pajamas. "Hmm, my description wasn't accurate. Mom wasn't wearing pajamas at all. Who would sleep in something like that? I won't even mention that the tiny black lace bra couldn't possibly cover Mom's ample breasts, but what's with the slit in the middle of the bra? It just happens to reveal that pink nipple, 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 bracing herself on my bed, pressing down on me, her obviously made-up face right in front of me.
...Mom...!? What are you trying to do...?
...Didn't I tell you to be quiet? What time is it?
I was about to question Mom when she lowered her voice and threatened me.
I felt like I should be the one asking, 'What time is it?'
...Wait, it's the middle of the night...I'm in my own bed, Mom is on top of me, and we're staring at each other so closely...What is this situation?" If you just look at this scene alone, it's like a scene from "Falling in Love with Your Son," though I haven't seen it. Because of this, my heart felt like it was going to burst.
"...Anyway, get off my bed first..."
I ordered my mother, trying to calm my tense breathing. But my mother didn't seem to want to listen. Although I had already expected it.
Mom simply tucked her hair behind her ear and remained pressed against me without moving.
Sighing,
I covered my cheek with my hand and asked, "
Tell me? What do you want?" Although I had already guessed what it would be
, 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.
"...What are you doing ?
" Mom seemed very nervous, her hands clumsily moving back and forth over my body, her cheeks flushed. "
I'm flirting." After saying this, Mom's face turned red all the way to the roots of her neck.
Then, Mom kissed me again, more passionately, and for longer. Finally, she even made a sound during the kiss. Mom seemed unable to control her drool, which kept flowing into my mouth until I almost choked.
Mmm... Ugh... Ahhhhhh,
we both unconsciously began to moan.
Ah, so big!!
Suddenly, Mom pulled away from her wet lips, looking at my penis in surprise. It turned out I had unknowingly become erect, and my penis, through my pajama bottoms, was pressing 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 excitement. Mom turned around, quickly pulled down my pajama bottoms, grabbed my penis, and put the entire shaft in her mouth, beginning to stimulate the glans with her soft tongue. Actually, that wasn't the main point. The main point was that Mom's soft buttocks were now directly above my face, and her barely-there panties couldn't completely cover her white buttocks, and her anus and vulva were instantly exposed to me.
To be honest, I really didn't want to kiss her, but her juices kept flowing out, and at first I just wanted to stop the flow from her wet pussy. But it seemed to stimulate Mom, and she plopped her butt down on my face, as if her legs had suddenly gone paralyzed.
Ah... Oh... Ah... Ugh... Ah!!! Mom cried out.
Damn, is this really that good? I thought to myself.
My face was buried in Mom's butt, my mouth was against her pussy, and my nose was right in front of her anus. Luckily, there was no strange smell, but this position still made me very uncomfortable. I started shaking my head.
Oh ah! Oh ah!! Oh oh oh!! Ah... Oh... Ah... Ugh... Ah!!! Mom started moaning incessantly.
I realized that shaking my head wasn't solving the problem at all. Worse still, I'd accidentally stuck my tongue out a little, and Mom's pussy was so tight I couldn't pull it back. The juices from her pussy were flowing down my tongue and into my mouth.
Meanwhile, Mom was savoring my penis, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, making me feel horny and restless, wanting to ejaculate but holding back, a strange, itchy feeling. I knew Mom was 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 and began twisting it wildly, inhaling deeply as if sucking on juice. Sure enough, Mom's juices only increased.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh! Oh ah! Oh ah!! Oh oh oh!! Ah... Oh... Ah... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ah!!
This slutty slut. I cursed inwardly. She actually had her son suck her pussy. After watching all that incestuous stuff, this little cunt must be itching to death, I wonder how much juice is inside.
I suddenly stopped attacking, haha, let's see what this slutty mother does
now. Mom was indeed at a loss. "Let go, let go of my dick! Why aren't you sucking anymore?" she said, in a tone 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 inwardly, "my nose is right up to your asshole, you slut."
But Mom didn't seem to be stopping, pressing even harder, and I started to feel suffocated. Hmm, when I woke up a few minutes later, I realized I had actually suffocated to the point of passing out. I found my face and pillow covered in Mom's urine; this normal teacher had been brought to incontinence by her son's oral sex. "
Are you trying to kill me?" I said fiercely, of course, only realizing afterward that I never dared to speak to my mother in that tone. Of course, I immediately realized that my mother was nothing more than a wanton slut who needed her son's penis.
Mom started untying the ropes binding my hands and feet.
"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 we do it tomorrow?" I answered reluctantly, but Mom wouldn't agree.
Instead, she showed an impatient expression. "Tomorrow won't do. It has to be now." Sure enough, that mother was still the same mother, no matter how provocative and sexy her lingerie she wore. "
Why?
"... "I have to know now
, no matter what." Unwilling to give in, what a willful, lustful slut.
I shook my head helplessly and gave up resisting.
...Hurry up.
Mom looked at me with a commanding gaze, pulling my arm tightly. We arrived at my older sister's door, practically naked. Mom skillfully unlocked the door. "
So well-prepared," I thought to myself.
My sister's room was right next to mine. Since she started school the year before last, hardly anyone had stayed there. Of course, I'd never been in it even once.
I thought I'd never go into that room again… but here I was, naked and with my erection, being invited over in the middle of the night. Even this morning, I wouldn't have believed it. Anyway, this situation was really out of control.
…It's okay, come in
…
Mom went first, entering the room. Urged on by her, I stepped into my sister's room for the first time. I didn't feel anything particularly special, just that the room was very girly.
…Wow, it's bigger than mine.
It must be over 10 square meters. There was a bed, a closet, a desk, a bookcase, a full-length mirror, a record rack… and so on.
The decor wasn't much better than my room, but it was predominantly reddish.
The only difference was the addition of a computer desk with a monitor, a computer, and a game console on either side.
While lacking personality, the room was quite stylish. It perfectly matched my impression of my sister.
...What are you looking at so furtively?
Nothing
, unbelievable. She brought me here herself, and she talks like that.
Mom pointed to the bed. "
Please sit down .
" The tense atmosphere seemed to have eased somewhat. Mom seemed calmer, though she was still dressed provocatively, and I was still naked. I started to feel uncomfortable and reached for 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 to the bookshelf.
...Hmm? What is she planning to do?
Just as I was completely confused, Mom moved one of the two bookshelves in front of me. I was wondering how she could move a bookshelf so easily. Looking closer, I realized she'd already taken the books out and put them on the bed. One of the bookshelves, which took up an entire wall, had been moved, revealing a large section of wall.
"Hey...hey...what are you doing?"
Mom completely ignored my question, using her shoulder to push the remaining bookshelf against the wall towards the newly cleared space.
Hiss, hiss...the wide bookshelf slowly moved aside. What appeared on that wall was the sliding door of 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 the bookshelf to hide it so no one would find out." "
Oh, I see...that explains why my sister is always so suspicious and doesn't let me into her room.
" Mom reached for the sliding door, but it didn't open.
Mom looked at me hesitantly.
Based on everything that had happened so far, even someone as slow-witted as me could basically guess what was on the other side of that sliding door. I could roughly guess why she was hesitant.
*Thud...
plop...
* ...Hmm? Something...fell to the floor.
Before I could even examine the contents of the closet, my attention was drawn to the fallen object, and I reached out to pick it up.
Another CD case –
the title was "Fall in Love with Mom, Director Edition Vol. 4."
Ugh...!?
I almost choked. And there's more than one of these?
Of course, when I turned my gaze to the closet, I was stunned. What stunned me was the unimaginably vast closet space and the embarrassingly large contents within.
This...this is...what is all this...?
The first thing that caught my eye was the top shelf, densely packed with CDs. All sorts of vulgar packaging, from VCDs to Blu-rays, oh my god! And videotapes too. The box's spine was printed with various obscene titles: "Incestuous Mother-Son Hot Spring Trip," "Lewd Mother Seduces Underage Daughter," "Shameful Mother's Outdoor Ejaculation," and so on. I involuntarily stood up and moved closer.
My mother blocked my way, turning her head away instead of looking at me directly. "Tiger, I need you. Do you like me?"
What was going on? This couldn't be explained by anything other than being out of reality. I barely managed to maintain my composure. But suddenly, my mother reached out and hugged me, tilting her head back, closing her eyes, and pouting as she leaned in.
Good heavens, my mother couldn't possibly be this cute!! It must be a hallucination. My mother is usually strict; even in bed just now, she was only lewd and rough. What was this all about?
Seeing that my mother didn't back down, I leaned in too.
The kiss wasn't long, but it was intense and full of emotion, seemingly signifying something, though I, oblivious, hadn't yet realized it.
Mom showed me around this...what kind of closet was this? I was amazed, my eyes opened!
Forget pornographic books, this place has everything! Cosplay costumes are everywhere, from maids to doctors to gothic lolita outfits, and all sorts of sexy lingerie. Sex toys, or rather, SM equipment, are equally abundant: whips, handcuffs, ropes, collars, blindfolds, gags, bondage straps, ropes, and many other things I don't recognize. Bottles of lotions are neatly arranged. "
What's this?" I asked . A
rectal dilator... Mom seemed a little embarrassed, thinking it was in my arms.
Further down, all sorts of dildos came into view—big, small, thick, thin, long, short, single-headed, multi-headed, electric, manual—you name it. Good
heavens, how much stuff have you hidden? What have you been doing?
Mom didn't answer me. Instead, she went to the cabinet, randomly picked up a box, turned on the computer, inserted a CD, gestured for me to sit down, and put headphones on me.
The computer screen immediately showed Mom and my sister, both dressed in erotic outfits, touching each other.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. My god, my sister's figure is amazing! On the screen, my sister's enormous breasts were already being sucked on by my mother, and both of their hands were inside each other's underwear, rubbing them incessantly. I couldn't resist the teasing, and my penis got even harder. I impatiently scrolled back with the mouse. My sister was sitting on my mother's face, rubbing oil all over her body, making her skin shiny and oily. Meanwhile, my sister's lewd moans in the headphones grew increasingly intense and rapid.
My god, this lewd mother and daughter!! Only after exclaiming did I realize I was talking about my mother and sister. I scrolled back again. This time, my mother was already tied to the headboard with ropes by my sister, her buttocks sticking out as she stood on the floor, while my sister wore a dildo around her waist, rhythmically thrusting it in and out. But there were no moans in my ears. It turned out my mother's mouth was already gagged, but my sister was shouting wantonly, "You little slut, hurry up and call me your good husband, give me your cock!"
The mother, speechless, could only whimper. The older sister said, "You're so quiet, you little slut!" She grabbed the anal dilator the mother had mentioned earlier, smeared some lotion on it, and inserted it into her anus. The camera zoomed in on the mother's anus, her small black chrysanthemum twitching. "You little slut, do you want your dad's cock?"
The camera then panned to the mother's face, her already red face shaking like a rattle, drool dripping from the gag. "Do you want your brother's cock?" the older sister asked again. The mother didn't react, only hearing a "smack." She hesitated and nodded, presumably because her sister was whipping her plump buttocks. The older sister burst into laughter, ungluing the mother's mouth. The mother coughed first, then gasped. "I'll ask you again, do you want your brother's cock in your slutty ass?" The mother hesitated again, then another "smack." "Yes, yes," the mother said quickly. "
What? What do you want? Whose what? Where?"
"I want my brother's penis, Tiger's big penis, to go in me, to go in Mom's little horny asshole."
Just then, I heard Mom call me. I turned around. Although my nerves had already been subjected to excessive shocks tonight, the scene before me added another layer of shock. Mom had taken off her sexy lingerie, probably because she had soiled it from incontinence. She was wearing her usual work clothes! A school teacher's suit!!
She had only buttoned one button on her blazer, and her two large breasts, through a thin, transparent veil, seemed to be greeting me with their nipples. Underneath her blazer, she was wearing a complete black, sheer, lace bodysuit that reached her ankles. The skirt was short enough to perfectly cover her little horny pussy,
and a pair of red, super-high heels, like wedding shoes, that I had never seen before, made her legs look even straighter. "
I want my brother's penis, Tiger's big penis, to go in me, to go in Mom's little horny asshole." Oh, no, it's not just the asshole!
Mom repeated what she had just said, handcuffing herself against the bed, leaning over, revealing my little brother's resting place for the night.
Haha, seeing my adorable mother at this moment, I no longer hesitated. I knew that the task my sister hadn't finished was mine to continue!

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