Mom and Cousin

Zhang Yang is 19 years old and a high school student. His cousin is 15 years old and four years younger than him. His cousin will be staying at Zhang Yang's house for

a few days soon. His cousin lives in the countryside. Because his cousin is too lively and mischievous, he's been making a ruckus at home every day during summer vacation. His aunt couldn't stand it anymore, so she wanted to send him to Zhang Yang's house for a few days so that Zhang Yang's mother could discipline him properly. Zhang Yang's mother is very skilled at raising children. Zhang Yang has been disciplined by his mother since childhood, and he excels in both behavior and academics, a stark contrast to his noisy cousin. This is all thanks to his mother's strict upbringing. Although her education is strict, she also has a gentle side. His mother is 43 years old and a leader in a government agency. She is decisive and efficient, with a somewhat assertive personality. She is 1.68 meters tall and quite beautiful, with a full bust, long legs, and a round, firm bottom. In her youth, she was a renowned beauty.

Zhang Yang had just finished his homework and was playing on the computer in his bedroom, while his mother was cooking in the kitchen. Today, his mother was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, a pure white pleated skirt, and a pair of transparent flesh-colored stockings. She wasn't wearing slippers and was standing gracefully in front of the stove chopping vegetables.

Although Mom wasn't particularly fashion-conscious, she always dressed very elegantly and dignifiedly, especially when it came to stockings. Zhang Yang had been meticulous about them since he was a child; his mother wore stockings almost every day. Because of her conservative personality and meticulous nature, she felt that going bare-legged wasn't dignified enough, so she always wore ultra-thin stockings, whether at home or at work. Her stockings were all high-quality, extremely thin and sheer. Today, she was wearing a pair of slightly yellowish flesh-colored stockings with a thicker layer at the toes, covering her snow-white feet and making her look even more dignified and composed. Through the thicker layer, he could see that she had champagne-colored nail polish on her toes. The sheer stockings tightly hugged her long, shapely calves, and through them, her delicate, fair skin was clearly visible.

While cooking, Mom turned and called out to Zhang Yang.

"Zhang Yang, Xiao Hu is coming to stay for a while in a few days. He's too noisy at home, and your aunt can't stand it anymore. She asked me to take care of him for a few days. You have to get along well with him and not fight with him like last time." "Have you finished your summer homework? If you have, memorize some English words. Can you tidy up the bedroom next door?" "No way, Mom, I have to tidy up again? Can you tidy up for Xiao Hu? I haven't finished my homework yet." "Stop nagging. Are you being lazy again? Xiao Hu is your cousin. What's wrong with tidying up for him? Last time you fought with him and beat him up like that. He's your cousin, and his mother is my sister." "Okay, okay, I'll tidy up." Zhang Yang played on the computer while turning to look at his mother. He saw his mother standing gracefully in the kitchen. His mother's slender figure, slim waist, and straight back, her pleated skirt draped over her round and firm buttocks, and her legs... Wearing thin stockings, Zhang Yang felt incredibly fortunate to have such a gentle and virtuous mother. She was skilled at managing the household and patiently guided her child. Although sometimes strict, she was far better than his aunt from the countryside. His aunt frequently beat and scolded Xiao Hu, completely clueless about how to educate a child. The more his aunt scolded and beat Xiao Hu, the more rebellious he became, running around and causing chaos for his aunt's family. Although his aunt's family lived in the countryside, they were relatively wealthy because they owned a small factory there. They spoiled Xiao Hu from a young age, and growing up in such a nouveau riche family, Xiao Hu's behavior was naturally incomparable to Zhang Yang's. He was particularly unruly and noisy. Zhang Yang didn't like his cousin. Hearing his mother say that his cousin was coming to stay at their house, Zhang Yang felt a headache coming on. He wondered what kind of mess his cousin would make of the house. Fortunately, his mother was a skilled disciplinarian, and Zhang Yang hoped that after a few days of discipline from his mother, Xiao Hu's behavior would improve.

Three days later, one morning, Aunt drove her Mercedes sports car to pick up her cousin Xiaohu and take him to Zhang Yang's house. As soon as Xiaohu got out of the car, he jumped up and down and ran to his older cousin Zhang Yang, grinning broadly.

"Cousin, cousin, long time no see! I get to play at your house again today! Remember to let me play with your game console, okay? Don't worry, I won't break it again. And let me play with all your figurines too! I'm so envious of you, having so many figurines. We can't even buy them in our rural area." Zhang Yang glanced at Xiaohu's expression, a hint of impatience in his voice, and said coldly,

"Fine, fine, play if you want, just don't break them."

Then Xiaohu went to his mother, hugged her waist, and buried his face in her stomach, rubbing his little face against her like a child, breathing heavily on her body as he inhaled her fragrance.

"Auntie, I missed you so much! It's been so long! I'm so glad I can stay at your house again today. The food you made for me last time was so delicious! What are you making for me tonight?" "Xiaohu, Auntie will go grocery shopping in a little while. What do you want to eat? Just tell me." "I want that green pepper beef from last time, and braised lion's head meatballs too." "Okay, okay, Auntie will make it for you tonight." Mom turned to her aunt and said, "You can go back now. Don't worry about Xiaohu, leave him to me." Auntie looked at Xiaohu hugging her mother with a slightly worried expression. She wasn't sure if Mom could manage to discipline Xiaohu's unruly personality.

"Sister, you really have to discipline Xiaohu properly. I can't take it anymore. He's been causing trouble at home these past few days of summer vacation. Ugh, our whole family is about to explode with frustration. Xiaohu, behave well at Auntie's house. If you dare to cause trouble, see how I'll beat you when I get back." Xiaohu was still hugging his mother's waist, reaching down with his other hand, already lightly touching his mother's bottom. "Okay, Mom, you go back now, go back quickly. I'll listen to Auntie." The mother smiled and said to her aunt, "Don't worry, just go back. Go about your business. I'll discipline Xiaohu properly." With that, the aunt got into her Mercedes and sped away from Zhang Yang's neighborhood.

As soon as Xiaohu entered Zhang Yang's house, he ran to Zhang Yang's bedroom, took out Zhang Yang's PS5 game console, and ran to the living room to plug it into the TV and play a few rounds. When his mother saw Xiaohu's behavior, her face immediately turned ugly. She raised her voice slightly and said to Xiaohu...

"Xiaohu, have you done your summer homework? You can't just play during summer vacation, you have to do your homework too. Go to Zhang Yang's room and do your homework first." "No, Auntie, I want to play games first. I'll play a few games first and then do my homework. It's so annoying. Summer vacation is for playing properly." Mom stood on the ground with her two snow-white feet encased in stockings, her feet tightly together, standing tall and graceful, her back straight, and she raised her voice slightly to Xiaohu.

"Xiaohu, don't do that. Be good and go back to your room to do your homework first. You can play games after you finish your homework." Xiaohu turned his head and glanced at his mother. Zhang Yang noticed that Xiaohu's gaze kept staring at his mother's stockinged feet. His mother's stockings were slightly yellowish, with an extra layer at the toes, making her look particularly dignified and composed. His mother stood with her feet tightly together, her posture upright, and her eyes sharp as she stared at Xiaohu and continued to speak.

"Did you hear me, Xiaohu? Xiaohu, don't be stubborn. Go do your homework now. Auntie will let you play after you finish your homework, otherwise Auntie won't cook you anything delicious tonight." Xiaohu seemed not to hear what his mother was saying, his eyes fixed on his mother's legs and feet encased in stockings, scrutinizing them. Then he put down his game console, his face flushed, and said impatiently to his mother,

"Okay, okay, Auntie, I'll go do my homework now. I thought I could have some fun at your house, but you're even stricter than my mom." "This is for your own good. What's your ranking in the class? Look at your brother Zhang Yang, he always gets in the top three in the class. You should learn from your brother Zhang Yang, okay? Go do your homework now." His mother's voice was louder than before, and her gaze became sharper. Xiaohu didn't dare to disobey, so he could only put down his game console, go into Zhang Yang's room, take out his summer homework from his schoolbag, and start writing haphazardly.

Zhang Yang watched as his mother, who had just been smiling and patting Xiao Hu's head at the door, promising to cook him something delicious, now glared at him and gave him a serious lecture. It seemed his mother was indeed quite skilled at parenting. After a few scoldings from his mother, even a naughty child like Xiao Hu obediently went back to his bedroom to do his homework.

Xiao Hu had just been writing for 15 minutes when he ran to Zhang Yang's room, where Zhang Yang kept his figurines. He opened the glass cabinet, took out Zhang Yang's figurines, and started fiddling with them, playing with them in his hands. His mother saw this and rushed over to stop him.

"Xiao Hu, how long have you been writing? Less than half an hour! Have you finished your homework? Don't play with Zhang Yang's toys, he'll get angry. Go do your homework!" "Auntie, don't be so stingy. Zhang Yang said he'd let us play with them, I won't break them." "What are you playing with? Go do your homework! Have you finished it? You can't do this at your own house, you can't do this at your auntie's! Go do your homework, you're not allowed to come out until you finish!" His mother angrily snatched the toy from Xiao Hu's hands, her eyes sharp, her voice loud, and she scolded him loudly. But the stubborn boy… Little Tiger, who was used to being mischievous, didn't listen to his mother. When his mother snatched his toy, he pretended to go back to his room to do his homework. He quietly squatted down behind his mother and reached out without touching the stockings on her calves. Little Tiger mischievously pulled up the stockings on his mother's calves and flicked them onto her feet with a "smack." His mother's face turned red, and she was furious with Little Tiger. Zhang Yang had never done such a naughty thing before. His mother was a little surprised. Caught off guard by the sudden flick of the stockings onto her delicate calves, she jumped up and scolded Little Tiger loudly.

"Xiaohu, what are you doing? Why are you playing with Auntie's stockings? Go back to your room and do your homework. How old are you? You'll be in middle school next year, right? Still so naughty. Don't touch Auntie's stockings, or you'll ruin them. Go do your homework now, and you're not allowed to come out until you've finished." Xiaohu's fingers had just touched his mother's stockings, and he found them very smooth and fun. He still wanted to reach out and pull on his mother's stockings again to flick them. His mother stretched out her foot, which was covered by the stockings, and gently kicked Xiaohu's hand.

"Are you still going to play? Are you still going to play? What's so fun about it? You just came in and you want to play games, and now you want to play with figurines. You even play with adult stockings! Go back to your room right now, or your auntie will really get angry." Xiao Hu looked at his mother, whose face was flushed and whose gold-rimmed glasses were trembling slightly. His mother glared at him and scolded him loudly. Her beautiful hair was piled on top of her head, and her serious expression, along with her gold-rimmed glasses, made her look like a strict, disciplining mother. Xiao Hu was slightly intimidated by his mother's imposing manner, so he stopped lingering over Zhang Yang's figurines and finally went back to his room to pick up his pen and start doing his homework. Xiao Hu quickly finished his summer homework and couldn't wait to go to the living room, pick up Zhang Yang's game console, and start playing games.

Meanwhile, Mom was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, crossed one leg, and stretched out her foot, slightly curling her toes, which were covered by stockings, to relax her muscles. Looking at Xiaohu, who was engrossed in playing a game in front of the TV, she nagged again,

"Don't play games for too long, it's bad for your eyes. Sit back a bit, don't sit so close." Xiaohu ignored his mother's nagging, still sitting very close, frantically pressing the buttons on the game controller. Mom raised her voice slightly.

"Did you hear me, Xiaohu? Don't sit so close to the TV, sit back a bit, it's bad for your eyes, Xiaohu, did you hear me?" "Okay, okay, Auntie, I know, you're even more nagging than my mom." Xiaohu reluctantly took the game console and moved back a few steps, leaning against the bottom of the sofa where his mother was sitting. His head was right next to his mother's thighs, which were covered in stockings. Xiaohu tilted his head slightly, and his head actually rested slightly on his mother's thighs covered in stockings. He felt the texture of his mother's thighs through her white pleated skirt. Since his mother treated Xiaohu like a child, after all, Xiaohu was younger than her son, so she didn't mind. She let Xiaohu rest his head on her legs and continue to curl his feet and stretch his toes.

Although his mother didn't mind, Zhang Yang, who was reading in the bedroom, noticed that his cousin Xiaohu's eyes had turned slightly to the side. He wasn't watching the game on TV, but instead focusing his gaze on his mother's feet covered in stockings, looking them up and down again.

Zhang Yang suspected that Xiao Hu might have a lingering attachment to his mother's stockinged feet. At such a young age, he couldn't stop staring at adults' stockinged feet. Xiao Hu, a nouveau riche kid who was used to being wild in the countryside, was naturally more mature than Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang even doubted whether his cousin was still a virgin at this age. After all, his cousin's hometown was an urban village where the residents were either people who had received compensation for demolished houses or nouveau riche. He was already out there messing around at such a young age. Judging from his cousin's unruly and mischievous behavior, he guessed that his conduct outside was probably not very good either.

Xiaohu played games all afternoon, and around four or five o'clock, his mother went out to buy groceries. She was still wearing her white short-sleeved shirt, but had changed into a beige tight-fitting pencil skirt. She changed the skirt mainly for convenience while shopping; the pleated skirt was too fluffy and would easily get dirty in the market. Taking off the pleated skirt, she also put on a pair of almost white sheer stockings. These stockings were as thin as cicada wings, incredibly transparent, unlike the flesh-colored stockings she had worn before, which had a yellowish tint. These were completely transparent, even the toe area wasn't thickly layered. Through the stockings around her toes, you could clearly see her champagne-colored nail polish.

She picked up her handbag and went out to buy groceries, giving her cousin Xiaohu some instructions before leaving.

"Xiaohu, Auntie's going to buy groceries. Be good at home and don't run around or make a fuss, okay?" "Okay, okay, Auntie, please don't nag me like that, I understand." When Mom came back from grocery shopping that evening, she saw her cousin still sitting on the floor playing games.

"Xiaohu, why are you still playing games? How long are you going to play? You've played for a while, that's enough. Stop playing now. Go back to your bedroom and read a book like Zhang Yang did. If you have nothing else to do, do your summer homework for tomorrow. I bet you've fallen behind on a lot of your summer homework." "Don't nag me, Auntie. I'll just go back to school and copy my classmates' homework. Why do I have to do it myself? Oh, I know what I'm doing. Don't worry about me, you're not my mom." Hearing Xiaohu say that, Mom's face turned pale with anger. She had been smiling and was about to go to the kitchen to cook Xiaohu's favorite dishes when she heard his words. Suddenly, she was furious, and her usually long and beautiful white feet started to dig into the ground in her nervousness.

"Xiaohu, how can you talk to your aunt like that? I'm your aunt, just like your mother. If I say you can't play, then you can't play! Go back to your room and do your homework, or read a book, or go to sleep. No more games! You'll go blind if you keep playing like this. How can you be so disobedient? Go back to your room! Zhang Yang, come here, put his game console away." Zhang Yang was overjoyed to hear his mother say she was going to put Xiaohu's game console away. He rushed over and hurriedly took the game console down and carried it back to his room.

Xiaohu's rebellious streak was also kicking in. He watched as his mother's pretty face turned pale and then red with anger, her toes, encased in stockings, kept digging into the floor.

"Auntie, why are you taking my game console away? I'm a guest, after all. If you're going to do this, I'm going home. I'm not staying at your house anymore. I want to play games, I want to play games!" His mother pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, glared at Xiaohu, and shouted.

"Xiaohu, that's enough! Are you ever going to stop? I've been playing games with you all afternoon, how long are you going to keep playing? Stop arguing! I bought you so many groceries from far away, and I was planning to cook you something nice for dinner. How dare you talk to your aunt like that!" Seeing his mother so angry, Xiaohu didn't dare to talk back anymore. So he lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep. His mother ignored him when she saw him close his eyes and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Xiaohu lay on the sofa pretending to sleep, then slightly opened his eyes and saw his mother standing gracefully in the kitchen, her back to him, diligently preparing dinner.

Xiao Hu stared at his mother's rounded calves encased in sheer stockings, and at the champagne-colored nail polish on her toes. The smooth champagne-colored nail polish looked even more alluring through the ultra-thin stockings. At that moment, Zhang Yang, who was in the bedroom, secretly glanced at Xiao Hu. Zhang Yang saw that Xiao Hu had his hand on his crotch and was actually gently stroking it, his eyes fixed on his mother's stockinged legs. Zhang Yang felt a little strange and angry. What was his cousin Xiao Hu doing? With his hand on his crotch and his eyes fixed on his mother's stockinged legs, was Xiao Hu masturbating in front of his mother?

Zhang Yang wasn't sure either. After all, Xiao Hu was only 15 years old. Even if a 15-year-old boy was interested in women, he should prefer the girls in his class. How could he be interested in his mother, a woman in her forties? Zhang Yang pondered for a moment and felt that he was probably overthinking it. His mother was Xiao Hu's aunt, older than his own mother. Although his mother was very beautiful and wearing pretty stockings, Xiao Hu was only 15 years old. He shouldn't have any impure thoughts about an older woman.

Xiao Hu lay on the sofa for a while, then slowly sat up and walked straight behind his mother. Zhang Yang watched as Xiao Hu slowly squatted down, then pretended to crawl under his mother's skirt like a child. Xiao Hu didn't turn around to peek under his mother's skirt, but instead reached out and kept stroking and playing with his mother's feet covered by stockings. His mother saw Xiao Hu's actions and, treating him like a child, wasn't particularly angry. She just felt that Xiao Hu's behavior was a bit improper.

"Xiaohu, what are you doing lying on the floor? Don't lie on the floor, you'll catch a cold. Sit on the sofa, do you hear me? Xiaohu, sit on the sofa, don't lie on the floor like a crab. Ugh, I don't know how my sister usually teaches you. How old are you? Are you still a seven or eight-year-old? You're almost in middle school, right? Get up now, don't lie on the floor, do you hear me?" Xiaohu continued to play with his mother's stockinged feet intently. He stroked his mother's heel with one hand and kept rubbing his mother's little toe covered by the stocking with the other. Then he grabbed his mother's transparent stocking with his fingers and flicked it against the back of his mother's foot like a rubber band. His mother felt a little annoyed, so she raised her voice and scolded Xiaohu loudly.

"Little Tiger, stop playing! Did you hear me? I told you to stop! Why are you playing with Auntie's stockings?

What's so fun about stockings? Go play with your own socks. Now sit on the sofa." Little Tiger continued to rub and play with his mother's stockinged feet with a smile. His mother was furious, her face flushed, and her heart pounding. She gently kicked Little Tiger's shoulder with her leg, not hard, just a light push. Only then did Little Tiger come to his senses.

"Okay, Auntie. It's so hot. I want to lie down on the floor to cool off for a while." After being kicked by his mother, Little Tiger obediently stood up and continued to lie on the sofa, pretending to sleep.

In no time, his mother had prepared a large table full of dishes, all of which were Little Tiger's favorites. His mother thought that Little Tiger would enjoy such a sumptuous meal, but instead, he was picky, complaining that this wasn't good and that wasn't good.

"Auntie, this beef is too tough, I don't want to eat it, I want to eat lion's head meatballs." Xiao Hu put down the beef in his chopsticks, picked up a lion's head meatball and put it in his mouth, continuing to complain.

"This lion's head meatballs aren't flavorful, Auntie, they're too bland, they don't taste good. Auntie, the food you made today isn't as good as it used to be. Auntie, I don't want to eat." Whether Xiao Hu was deliberately trying to spite his mother or had some other thought, he actually stood up and didn't want to eat, wanting to continue lying on the sofa. At this moment, his mother slammed her chopsticks on the table and shouted at Xiao Hu.

"Little Tiger! Don't be picky! Go and finish your food. How can you be so picky? You're a guest, after all. Your aunt went to so much trouble to buy groceries and cook you a whole table of food. How can you be so fussy? You have no manners. I'm your aunt, just like your mother. Finish your food, and you're not allowed to leave until you've finished." "Okay, okay, I know, I'll eat then."

Little Tiger sat down at the table dejectedly and continued eating. To be honest, his mother's cooking was quite delicious. Zhang Yang was also wondering why Little Tiger, who usually liked his mother's cooking, was complaining so much today.

Halfway through his meal, Little Tiger's hand suddenly trembled, and with a "clatter," the chopsticks fell to the ground.

Xiao Hu squatted down to pick up the chopsticks, and at that moment he saw his mother's long, slender, snow-white legs in stockings. Her legs were intertwined and crossed, with one leg crossed. Xiao Hu deliberately slowed down his chopstick-picking motion, staring intently at his mother's long, shapely legs encased in stockings, while his mother remained completely unaware.

Then Mom lowered her legs, slightly opening them. Xiao Hu immediately noticed the crotch of her stockings. He discovered they were T-crotch stockings, with a thick, T-shaped layer at the crotch. Xiao Hu stared at them, his face flushed, his heart pounding. He swallowed hard, his gaze following from the base of her thighs down to her toes encased in the stockings. Then Mom crossed her legs again, letting one beige slipper dangle from her stockinged toes and swing it back and forth, looking both relaxed and alluringly sexy.

Zhang Yang was getting impatient, wondering why Xiao Hu was squatting on the floor getting chopsticks for so long.

"Xiao Hu, what are you doing? You've been cutting chopsticks for ages! Get up and eat! How long are you going to eat?" Mom, also annoyed, snapped at Xiao Hu.

"Xiaohu, what are you doing squatting on the floor while eating? It's taken you so long to cut chopsticks and pick them up. Get up and eat properly! You're such a grown-up, do you have ADHD? Finish your food quickly, or I'll have to clean up the dishes." Mom was becoming increasingly impatient with Xiaohu, completely lacking the attitude of a hostess towards a guest; it was more like a mother scolding her son. This was understandable, as Xiaohu's personality was far too mischievous, a stark contrast to Zhang Yang's behavior as a child. Even a mother with a strong sense of discipline like Mom found Xiaohu a bit of a headache.

Two days later, Zhang Yang's school was organizing a three-day, two-night summer camp, and Zhang Yang was packing his bags early in the morning, ready to leave.

Today, Mom wore a light blue fitted shirt and a loose black skirt that fell just to her knees. She wore brown stockings with a thicker layer at the toes. These stockings were a darker color than the nude stockings she usually wore. The dark stockings, paired with her shapely, long legs, made her look even more mature and charming, exuding the allure of a sophisticated, homely woman.

Mom stood at the entrance with Xiaohu in her hand, waving goodbye to Zhang Yang.

"Have fun at summer camp! If you need more money, just tell Mom, and I'll transfer some to you. Get along well with your classmates, listen to your teachers, and don't go near the water—it's dangerous." "Okay, Mom. Xiaohu, be good at home too. Don't make Mom angry, okay? Don't touch my figurines, and play less video games." "Okay, Brother Zhang Yang, you can go now. I'll take care of Auntie. Hahaha, I'll get along well with Auntie." Zhang Yang looked at Xiaohu and sneered, "You think you can take good care of my mom? You're lucky if you don't make her angry. Just listen to her at home." "Don't worry, cousin, I'll take good care of Auntie and won't make her angry." After Zhang Yang left, Mom started cleaning the room and preparing lunch. Xiaohu, unusually well-behaved today, sat quietly on the sofa. After watching TV for a while, Xiaohu returned to his bedroom, took out his summer homework, and began to do it seriously. Whether he was genuinely doing it or just pretending was unclear, but as he did his homework, he watched Zhang Yang's mother kneeling on the floor, diligently wiping the floor with a rag. His aunt's buttocks, encased in a black skirt, were prominently displayed, and her legs, covered in brown stockings, were kneeling on the floor, meticulously wiping every corner of the living room. His mother's round, large buttocks were raised high, directly facing Xiaohu. Xiaohu stared intently at his mother's stocking-covered buttocks. Although the skirt obscured the stockings, Xiaohu could imagine them tightly encasing his mother's large, round buttocks, probably in a thong. After

his mother finished cleaning, she sat down on the sofa to rest. At this moment, Xiaohu suddenly ran over eagerly and said...

"Auntie, Auntie, let me give you a massage. You must be tired. You worked so hard cleaning the room. Let me massage your legs." Mom was a little surprised when Xiaohu said this. The usually naughty Xiaohu was now taking the initiative to come and massage her. Mom was touched and stroked Xiaohu's head as she spoke to him.

"It's okay, Auntie isn't tired. I'll just sit and rest for a while. You should go do your homework. You've been such a good boy today, Xiaohu. You went to do your homework on your own without me having to remind you." "Auntie... I was wrong before... I shouldn't have been so naughty... I'll be good from now on... I'll go do my homework in a bit... Let me give you a massage first." Mom had just finished cleaning the room and was indeed a little tired. Seeing that Xiaohu insisted on giving her a massage, she couldn't refuse. So Mom patted Xiaohu's head again, then lay down on the sofa and turned to Xiaohu with a smile.

"Okay, okay... Xiaohu, Auntie is very happy to see you being so good. You should be a good boy from now on. Since you're so enthusiastic about giving Auntie a massage, then give me a few. I'm really a little tired." Mom lay flat on the sofa, her fitted shirt tightly hugging her curvaceous body. Her buttocks, clad in a black skirt, were high and round. Her two long, slender legs in stockings were pressed tightly together, her feet flat on the sofa. Xiaohu looked at Mom's legs in stockings. Her face flushed instantly, and her heart pounded. She gasped for breath. Smiling broadly, he approached and placed his hands on her stockinged calves, beginning a diligent massage.

Starting from her stockinged feet, he moved upwards, rubbing her calves. Then, surprisingly, he boldly slipped his hands under her skirt, kneading her thighs in brown stockings. Her mother, completely embracing him like a child, didn't mind, letting him massage her thighs. The more he kneaded, the more excited he became, pressing harder and harder. Then he said to her,

"Auntie, let me massage your butt. A butt massage should feel good, right? Your butt must be sore from squatting on the floor wiping earlier." Her mother, still without any suspicion, nodded happily.

"Okay... Little Tiger... help Auntie massage her butt."

"Auntie... massaging my butt means pushing your skirt up to my waist... is that okay?" Mom's face flushed slightly, then she nodded. Seeing that Mom agreed, Little Tiger boldly grabbed her skirt and slowly pushed it up to her waist. Mom's round, plump buttocks, encased in coffee-colored stockings, were immediately revealed to Little Tiger. He noticed that Mom's coffee-colored stockings were T-crotch stockings, and underneath she wore a pair of lace panties. The exquisite lace pattern tightly hugged Mom's large, white, and high buttocks, and the coffee-colored stockings made her buttocks appear even more mature and alluring.

Little Tiger's eyes practically blazed with desire. He stared intently at Mom's buttocks encased in coffee-colored stockings, swallowed hard, and then reached out and began to rub and massage Mom's buttocks.

Xiao Hu kept rubbing and caressing his mother's buttocks through the stockings, feeling the texture of the stockings and her soft, elastic flesh. He kneaded the sides of his mother's buttocks, starting from the sides and pressing all the way down to her waist, then from her waist down to her buttocks. He then grabbed his mother's stocking-clad buttocks like kneading dough and rubbed them hard. His mother felt very comfortable and enjoyed Xiao Hu's skillful massage techniques, and she hummed softly.

"Little Tiger...you're really good at massage...your massage has made Auntie feel so much better...Little Tiger is amazing...you should always be this good in the future...oh." "I know...Auntie...don't worry...I'll definitely listen to you from now on...I'll do whatever you ask...just call me anytime you want a massage." "Auntie feels so good...Little Tiger is getting better and better...it seems you've made a lot of progress these days...yes...harder...right there...press there...a little harder...it feels so good...Auntie was so sore from mopping the floor just now...Little Tiger is such a good boy." Little Tiger kept rubbing his mother's buttocks, which were covered by brown stockings, with both hands. His fingers kept pressing and rubbing the sides of his mother's buttocks, and his palms made a rustling sound as they touched the stockings.

After rubbing his mother's buttocks enough, Little Tiger slowly pressed down and saw his mother's thighs covered by brown stockings. Then Little Tiger bent his mother's calves and looked at the folds of the stockings at the knees. Little Tiger's blood was boiling, and he kept swallowing his saliva.

Then Xiaohu started massaging his mother's feet, pressing each of her toes with his fingers. Looking at his mother's feet encased in stockings, he could clearly see the nail polish on her toenails; today, she was wearing pink nail polish.

After massaging his mother's feet enough, Xiaohu began kneading her rounded calves, which were encased in coffee-colored stockings. The ultra-thin stockings covered her snow-white calves, and through them, he could clearly see her delicate skin. Her calves were long, round, and elastic, and Xiaohu couldn't stop kneading them. His mother,

enjoying Xiaohu's massage, hummed softly and praised him for being good.

Xiaohu massaged his mother's beautiful legs, clad in coffee-colored stockings, from top to bottom. Then, he tried to place his hand on her crotch, between her buttocks. Just as he reached out, his mother jumped up with a thud and said to him...

"Xiaohu...that's enough...go do your homework...Auntie's massage...that's enough." Xiaohu saw that his aunt's face was flushed and her eyes were darting around. He knew that he had just touched his aunt's sensitive area. Then, Xiaohu very obediently turned around and went into his bedroom to do his homework. He even turned back to his mother with a smile and said,

"Auntie...just tell me whenever you want a massage...I'll be there whenever you call." In the following days, Xiaohu behaved very well in front of his mother. He listened to his mother's every word. When his mother told him to do his homework, he did it. When she told him not to play games, he immediately turned off the game console. He also ate his mother's cooking with great relish, wolfing it down and praising his mother's cooking skills.

During the camp, Zhang Yang and his classmates pitched tents on the mountain, cooked together, and chatted and played happily while eating. That night, Zhang Yang lay alone in his tent, a little worried about what Xiao Hu was doing. Had he damaged his figurines? Had he secretly played with his high-end game console again? Feeling uneasy, Zhang Yang picked up his phone and called his mother. The phone rang for a long time before she answered.

"Hello? Is that Mom? It's so noisy on your end, what are you doing? What is Xiao Hu doing? Did he steal my figurines?" "Oh... Waaah... Mom was busy just now... Hehehe... Xiao Hu... Hehehe... Xiao Hu is fine... Xiao Hu... is... Hehehe... Xiao Hu is doing his homework." "Mom... Your voice sounds a little strange... What are you doing? Are you feeling unwell... Is there something in your mouth?" "Oh... Uh... Mom is fine... Uh... Xiao Hu just bought popsicles... Waaah... Please, Mom..." "Eat... Little Tiger is so filial... Mmm... Little Tiger has been so well-behaved these past few days... Hehehe... Mom is... eating Little Tiger's popsicle now... Hehehe... Mom is fine... Hehe... Have fun at summer camp... Hehehe... Have a good time... Mmm... Mmm... Hmm... If you need more money, tell me... Hehe... I'll transfer it to you... Mom has something to do... I'll hang up now... Hehe... That's all." Mom hurriedly hung up the phone. Zhang Yang felt a little strange. Why would Little Tiger be so kind as to treat his mother to a popsicle? Little Tiger had been staying at his house these past few days, and besides taking things from him, he just stared at his toys and game console. Why would he be so kind as to buy his mother a popsicle today? Besides, the sound of his mother eating the popsicle was too exaggerated, like she was wolfing it down. What kind of popsicle is so delicious? It was really strange. Zhang Yang was a little puzzled, but he didn't think too much about it and gradually fell asleep while looking at the starry sky.

Two days later, Zhang Yang returned home. As soon as he entered, he saw his mother had prepared a table full of dishes for him. Today, his mother was wearing a bright red women's blazer and a matching red pencil skirt, sitting on the sofa watching TV. She had one leg crossed, wearing very thin black stockings. Although his mother liked wearing stockings, she usually wore flesh-colored ones. While she did wear black ones, she wore them very infrequently. Today, she was wearing black stockings at home, legs crossed, her slippers dangling from her stockinged toes, swinging back and forth. She seemed to be in a good mood, her face glowing with happiness.

"Zhang Yang's back! Did you have fun at summer camp? Dinner's ready, sit down and eat," Xiao Hu said, running out of the house. He seemed more composed than usual, and greeted Zhang Yang with a smile.

"Cousin's home? I'm so envious of you middle school students who can go to summer camp. I want to go too." Zhang Yang replied irritably, "It's alright, nothing special. Xiao Hu, have you been good at home these past few days? Have you touched my figurines?" At this moment, his mother answered first, "No, Zhang Yang, don't worry. Xiao Hu has been very good these past few days. He's helped me cook, helped me with housework, and even gave me massages. Xiao Hu has made great progress recently." Zhang Yang looked at his mother, who was beaming. Her hair was piled on top of her head as usual, she wore gold-rimmed glasses, a string of round pearls around her neck, and expensive gold earrings. Her face was slightly flushed, and she looked very healthy. However, Zhang Yang suddenly noticed that there was a long tear in his mother's black stockings. The tear ran from her heel all the way to the top of her thigh. Zhang Yang felt a little strange. His mother was always very particular about her stockings. Why was she wearing such a torn pair of stockings while watching TV at home today?

Zhang Yang stared intently at the tear in his mother's stockings. Through the tear, he could clearly see her fair and delicate skin beneath the stockings. His mother then stood up and sat down at the table to eat dinner with Zhang Yang and Xiao Hu. At this point, Zhang Yang noticed that not only did his mother have a tear on her left stocking, but there was also a long tear on her right stocking, about the thickness of his little finger, stretching from her calf to her thigh.

Zhang Yang watched as Xiao Hu wolfed down the food his mother had prepared, sweating profusely, and praising how delicious his mother's cooking was.

"Auntie, the food you made today is so delicious! Hmm, Auntie's cooking is getting better and better, much better than my mom's. It's so nice to stay at Auntie's house, hahaha." "That's good. Xiaohu, eat more. You're growing a lot right now, so you need to eat more to grow bigger. Come on, eat more." Mom kept putting food on Xiaohu's plate, again and again, while ignoring her own son Zhang Yang sitting next to her. Zhang Yang looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't believe it. Xiaohu, who was never naughty or mischievous, had become so well-behaved. It was completely out of character. Zhang Yang felt a little strange. Even if his mother's parenting methods were strong, it was impossible for Xiaohu to change so much in such a short time.

After dinner, Mom continued to sit on the sofa reading the newspaper. Her two long legs, clad in black stockings, were crossed and shaking incessantly. Her slippers were still dangling from the tips of her stockinged feet, making her look very casual and comfortable. Mom, who was usually dignified and composed, rarely made such a gesture or movement. Mom's face was radiant, as if she were in a spring breeze of joy. The shaking of the slippers hanging from her feet became more and more intense. At this moment, Xiao Hu suddenly ran over to Mom and said something.

"Auntie, Auntie... how about I give you a massage? I'll give you a massage, you must be exhausted from cooking, I'll give you a massage to relieve your fatigue." "Okay, Xiao Hu is going to massage Auntie again, thank you so much, please massage Auntie's feet and calves a few times, they're so sore from walking so much while buying groceries." Zhang Yang stood at the bedroom door, watching Xiao Hu reach out and take off his mother's slippers, then massage his mother's feet covered in black stockings. Xiao Hu started massaging from his mother's toes down to the soles of her feet, then her heels, and then up her ankles to her calves. The sheer black stockings tightly hugged his mother's fair and rounded calves. Xiao Hu held his mother's ankle with one hand and massaged the muscles of her calves with the other. His mother's calves were round and firm, and the black stockings accentuated her mature and alluring charm.

The toe area of Mom's black stockings wasn't padded, and you could see she was wearing bright red nail polish today. Mom usually wears light-colored nail polish, so this was the first time Zhang Yang had seen her wear bright red. Zhang Yang watched as his cousin, Xiao Hu, kept rubbing Mom's stockinged calves and feet. Zhang Yang clearly saw Xiao Hu swallow hard a few times, his face flushed and him breathing heavily. When Mom saw Zhang Yang standing dumbfounded at the bedroom door, she actually shouted at him.

"Zhang Yang, what are you standing there for? If you have time, help Mom clear the dishes. After you're done, go do your homework. You've been at summer camp for three days now, you should be tired of playing, right? Look how well Xiao Hu has behaved. He's been helping me with chores and giving me massages these past few days. Hurry up and clear the dishes, then go back to your bedroom and do your homework." Mom's tone was rather harsh. Mom rarely scolded Zhang Yang like this. Zhang Yang had always been a well-behaved child, always obeying his mother's words. But today, his mother was unusually praising Xiao Hu while bossing him around and nagging him incessantly.

"Mom, I've been to summer camp for three days, I'm so tired, and I didn't sleep well last night. I'm going to do my homework now, you can clean the dishes, I'm not good at washing dishes." "Alright, alright, if you don't want to do it, just say so. What do you mean you're not good at washing dishes? Go do your homework, I'll clean the dishes." Mom said to Zhang Yang irritably, then she actually closed her eyes slightly and continued to enjoy Xiao Hu's massage. Xiao Hu massaged harder and harder, becoming more and more excited, his face already flushed red. Zhang Yang peeked out and could clearly see that Xiao Hu's penis was already erect and hard, making a small tent in his pants.

Xiao Hu continued to massage his mother for more than ten minutes, while rubbing his mother's stockinged calves and gently running his fingers along the frayed seams of her stockings from top to bottom. Xiao Hu touched the seams of his mother's stockings, his fingers touching the skin inside the stockings. His mother felt extremely comfortable, her eyes closed, moaning softly, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling.

"Alright... Little Tiger... that's enough... Auntie has to go wash the dishes... Your brother Zhang Yang won't wash them... so I'll have to do them... Little Tiger, sit here and watch TV... After you finish watching TV, go review your lessons." "Okay, Auntie, I understand. I won't watch TV anymore. I'll go do my homework now. I still have a lot of summer homework to do, I'll go finish it now." "Little Tiger is so good... so sensible... Hmm... a couple more toe massages... feels good... You know to do your homework without Auntie having to teach you... very..." "Okay." Xiao Hu went into his room and did his homework for about ten minutes. Then, Xiao Hu and Zhang Yang both came out of the bedroom. Zhang Yang wanted to get a glass of water, while Xiao Hu went straight to his mother's side. Xiao Hu looked at his mother's legs, which were covered in stockings, as she stood straight in front of the kitchen, concentrating on washing the dishes. Just like last time, Xiao Hu actually lay down on the floor and reached out his hands to stroke and play with his mother's feet, which were covered in black stockings. This time, his mother did not scold Xiao Hu loudly, but smiled and looked at him softly.

"What's wrong, Xiaohu? Want to massage Auntie again? Auntie's had enough, I feel great now. Go back to your room and do your homework." "It's okay, Auntie. You look tired standing here washing dishes, let me massage you a few more times, hahaha." Xiaohu placed one hand on his mother's stockinged instep and the other on her calf, continuing to rub her rounded calves encased in black stockings. His mother's snow-white skin looked incredibly sexy through the sheer black stockings.

Xiaohu greedily rubbed his mother's stockinged feet, seemingly unable to put them down. Zhang Yang thought to himself that this wasn't a massage at all; he was clearly enjoying it even more than his mother. Looking at the scene before him, Zhang Yang felt a little strange, even incredulous. In just three short days since he left, why had his mother's relationship with Xiaohu changed so drastically?

Zhang Yang stopped thinking about it. After playing all day and being covered in sweat, he decided to take a shower. Entering the bedroom, he saw a pair of stockings in the tub – the same brown stockings his mother had worn last time. He picked them up and examined them, then was stunned. The stockings were covered in holes of all sizes and numerous tears and rips. There was even a large tear in the crotch. Why were his mother's stockings torn like this? Zhang Yang was too embarrassed to ask his mother, lest she suspect him of looking at his stockings for no reason. Filled with doubt and anxiety, he wondered who had torn his mother's stockings, or where she had snagged them. But looking at the numerous holes, it seemed impossible for them to have been torn like this.

Could it be that Mom was having an affair? Zhang Yang then picked up his mother's stockings and smelled them. Aside from a slight smell of sweat, they had his mother's natural scent. But when he brought the crotch area of the stockings to his nose, he detected a strong, fishy odor. This smell was very familiar, like the stench of male semen, with a salty smell reminiscent of bodily secretions. Zhang Yang had dated a girlfriend before and knew a bit about relationships. Plus, being a young man full of vigor, he often masturbated, making him intimately familiar with the smell of semen. Seeing the tear in his mother's brown stockings, running from the crotch all the way to her buttocks, with long, frayed lines and seams connecting the tear,

Zhang Yang knew something terrible was going to happen. His father was often away on business trips abroad; had his mother gone out to meet her boyfriend while he was away? But that doesn't make sense either. After all, Xiaohu is home, and his mother couldn't possibly leave him alone to go out. Zhang Yang pondered this, and combined with the intimate actions between his mother and Xiaohu in the living room earlier, he had a vague sense of foreboding, but he didn't dare to delve deeper into it. So he put down his stockings, turned on the tap, and started taking a shower.

[The End]

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