Mother's Strategy - 4·11

My mother stared at me expressionlessly without saying a word.
Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly realized something, turned around, and faced away from my mother.
A moment later, I heard a rustling sound; it seemed my mother was lifting her black uniform skirt and taking off her pantyhose. A beautiful and enchanting scene unconsciously appeared in my mind.
Imagining my mother lifting her narrow skirt, her round, full buttocks slightly protruding, slowly pulling down her ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings from her long, beautiful legs, I felt my head buzzing and waves of heat washing over me. After a while, not hearing my mother speak, just as I was about to ask her something, I heard a splash.
Turning my head, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa. Her slender legs were no longer covered by stockings, and her skin was so white it was almost sickening. Her pair of smooth, jade-like feet were soaking in hot water.
I panicked: "Hey! Why are you soaking yourself?"
Mom retorted, "What? Didn't you fetch water to soak my feet?"
"Yes...no...I have to help you."
"Alright! Do I need you to help me soak my feet?"
"This... has a different meaning. It's like in a public service announcement: an elderly mother comes home from get off work, her son brings her hot water, and then washes her feet; she's incredibly touched. That's how you achieve the desired effect."
My mother glanced at me and said, "Who's the 'old mother' here?"
"No... I didn't mean you, I meant... I meant to say that you've endured so much hardship."
Mom frowned: "The more I listen, the more I feel like you're being sarcastic."
"You're overthinking it." I took the opportunity to squat down and, without saying a word, put my hands into the basin and gently rubbed my mother's slender, white feet.
My mother's legs trembled slightly, and she opened her mouth, but said nothing. Her feet were delicate yet rounded, the insteps white and smooth, almost transparent, revealing the bluish veins and tiny blood vessels beneath. Her toes were plump, soft, and bouncy, very pleasant to touch; her heels were rounded, a girlish pink, without a trace of callus. Touching them was incredibly comfortable and pleasant, a completely different feeling compared to bound feet in stockings. I began massaging my mother's feet, first the insteps, then the soles, gradually feeling them warming.
I looked up, smiled, and asked, "How are you feeling, sir?"
My mother looked down at me and hummed in agreement: "Your technique is a little rusty, but it's passable."
"Should we add another hour?"
My mother glared at me, reached out and tapped me on the head, scolding, "Where did you learn all this nonsense!"
I quickly lowered my head and muttered under my breath, "That customer is so mean. Looks like I'm not getting my tip."
Mom couldn't help but chuckle, then feigned seriousness and questioned, "Are you really washing your old mother's feet, or are you trying to earn some extra money? Why are you charging for it?"
I chuckled sheepishly: "Didn't we get pocket money as a reward for doing chores when we were kids?"
Mom scoffed, "So you're just trying to scam me out of money. You used to fool me a lot when I was little, making me sweep the floor, and you'd just give it a couple of quick swipes and call it a day. Fine, I don't need your filial piety anymore, I'll do it myself."
As she spoke, Mom pretended to push me.
I quickly smiled apologetically and said, "No money, no money! Please, let me wash it for you! How about I don't give you any pocket money?"
My mother didn't say anything more, a cryptic smile playing on her lips as she looked down at me.
I didn't say anything more. I held my mother's soft, small feet in my hands and massaged them carefully for a while. Then I heard my mother sigh softly and say, "If only you were truly filial to your mother. It wouldn't have been in vain that I worked so hard for half my life to raise you."
I blurted out, "I am very filial. I am truly and sincerely filial to you."
"Hmph!" Mom snorted coldly, mocking, "Yes, you're really quite filial. Ling Xiaodong, what a dutiful son! You're really something!"
I don't know why, but my cheeks felt a little hot after being teased by my mother.
I understood what my mother meant, of course. Everything I did was just to satisfy my own desires. I know I'm an unfilial son, a complete scoundrel. But if it weren't for that accident, all my desires for my mother would have remained just fantasies.
But the deed is done, and no one can deny that.
Since that bottom line, representing ethics and taboos, has been crossed without question, why can't we move forward? My mind was wandering, and my hands gradually stopped moving.
My mother looked down at me and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking, how can I make sure you're happy for the rest of your life?"
Mom retorted sarcastically, "You don't need to worry about that. As long as you can focus on your studies and get into a good university, that will be enough to make me happy for the next few years."
"Of course. Don't worry, I will definitely do my best to face the college entrance examination. It's just that sometimes I think, so many changes have happened in one year. If it were an ordinary woman, she would have been crushed long ago. The only reason you can still smile now is because of the college entrance examination. What if you lose your spiritual support after the college entrance examination? I'm afraid that you will never be happy again."
Seeing my serious expression, Mom stopped teasing me and said in a deep voice, "Xiaodong, the fact that you think this way shows you genuinely care about me. But I'm not as fragile as you think. Right now, you just need to focus on the college entrance exam. Even after you finish, I don't need to worry about you anymore; there's still Beibei, isn't there?"
I smiled and said, "That's right, and there's Beibei too."
After a long silence, the mother asked, "Has your illness improved recently?"
I almost admitted that I was cured, but thankfully I stopped myself in time.
I deliberately lowered my head and said dejectedly, "It's gotten a little better, but it's still not very noticeable."
My mother looked at me, remained silent for a long time, and then said softly, "Mom wants to help you too, but...you know...we..."
Seeing that my mother hesitated, clearly wavering but unable to overcome her inner turmoil, I smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll figure it out myself."
"What's your plan?" Mom raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are we going to ask Anno for help again?"
I lowered my head, neither admitting nor denying it.
The mother became agitated and loudly questioned, "Ling Xiaodong, are you deliberately trying to anger me?"
"No," I said with a pained expression, shaking my head in denial.
"Your mother isn't stupid! Who do you think you can fool with your little tricks?" Mom said.
I kept my head down and didn't say anything.
Mom's right. I never expected to hide this little scheme from her anyway. Since everything was out in the open, why bother concealing it? "I'll listen to you. I haven't contacted Anuo for a long time. Besides, the method I suggested has nothing to do with Anuo."
"What's the solution?" Mom still seemed a little worried and continued to ask.
"I dare not say," I said, bowing my head and gently kneading my mother's soft little feet in my hands.
Her mother gave a cold sneer: "You've got some nerve, you'd even dare to poke a hole in the sky like that, what are you afraid to say? Speak!"
I didn't say anything for a long time before finally saying, "The water's cold. Shall I change it for you?"
With a splash, Mom lifted her feet out of the basin. I quickly grabbed the towel I had prepared, went over, wrapped her little feet in it, and carefully wiped the water off them.
"Stop trying to change the subject." My mother didn't refuse my service, but she kept asking questions.
"Then I'll tell you, but please don't be angry."
"You go first."
"Promise me you won't be angry, then I'll talk to you."
"What are you planning? Do you think I don't know?" Mom took a deep breath and said, "Fine, I'm not angry. Go ahead and tell me."
I raised my eyes and looked at my mother's stunningly beautiful face, then my gaze slowly moved downwards and settled on her high, full breasts.
My mother clearly felt my burning gaze. Her red lips trembled slightly, and her breasts heaved violently. I couldn't tell if she was suppressing her anger or feeling a little embarrassed.
After hesitating for a moment, I slowly said, "Actually... Beibei can..."
The mother's slightly narrowed phoenix eyes widened instantly, clearly surprised, and she demanded sharply, "What? Ling Xiaodong, what are you trying to do?"
I bet Mom thought I was going to make some demands of her, but I changed the subject and talked about Beibei instead. That's definitely something Mom hates, and if I'm not careful, I'll get in big trouble.
"Okay... help me with your hands," I muttered to myself.
No sooner had I finished speaking than my mother raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face with a loud "smack".
Her eyes were bloodshot, her breathing was rapid and heavy, and she glared at me angrily, saying in a low voice, "Ling Xiaodong, I've warned you many times. If you dare to make any funny plans with Beibei, I'll throw you off the building."
I didn't mean to make a move on Beibei, so seeing my mother's furious expression, I felt a little scared, but on the surface I still pretended to be wronged, covering my face and saying, "I... I just said it casually. Besides, you already promised me that you wouldn't be angry no matter what I said."
"I thought you missed your mother..." The mother suddenly stopped midway through her sentence.
After a brief standoff, she leaned back on the sofa and sighed, "Ling Xiaodong, you're really going to drive me crazy. Alright, just tell me, what do you want?"
Mom knew I was playing a game of giving directions, and judging from her tone, she sounded somewhat resigned. I glanced up, my lips twitching involuntarily, wanting to burst out laughing, but I held it back. Even though I was secretly overjoyed, I had to pretend to be dejected. After a long while, I muttered, "I looked it up online. Actually, there are clinics that specialize in treating erectile dysfunction. It's where several female doctors and nurses constantly stimulate...that thing with their hands."
My mother stared at me with wide, unwavering eyes, not uttering a word. Her sharp gaze sent chills down my spine, but having come this far, I couldn't afford to give up now.
"A while ago, I asked Lu Yiyi for help, but there was no response. Later, I asked Anuo for help, but there was still no response. Then... after she put on my mother's clothes, she seemed to... get better." My voice trailed off as I spoke, and I kept glancing at my mother furtively. My mother's face was ashen, her chest heaving, clearly suppressing a burning anger with nowhere to vent it.
I didn't continue, because the meaning was already clear. It was just a matter of seeing how my mother would react. Pressuring her too much at this point would only backfire.
The room was deathly silent.
Success or failure hinges on this one moment. My heart was pounding, and every second felt incredibly long and agonizing.
After a long while, Mom suddenly let out a long sigh.
With that sigh, my heart instantly relaxed. It was a success!
"Xiao Dong, I must have owed you something in my past life." The mother said with a wry smile, somewhat helpless.
"Maybe it's because I accumulated too much good karma in my past life." The conversation from before was repeated again.
"Go back inside first. Let Mom have some peace and quiet."
I saw my mother leaning against the sofa, her eyes closed, as if she were making her final struggle. I didn't say much, got up and went back to my bedroom, thinking that my mother would come in to help me soon. I felt a surge of inexplicable excitement, and my penis instantly became erect.
Oh right! I almost forgot, I'm all better now. If Mom comes in later and finds my dick rock hard, she'll slap me to death.
To avoid being caught, I locked the door from the inside, then took off my pants, covered my already erect penis with my hand, and fantasized about the wonderful scene of my mother servicing me in the future, and started masturbating quickly.
Because my goal was to release my pent-up emotions as quickly as possible, I didn't consciously hold back, and coupled with my initial excitement, I ejaculated very quickly. However, my penis didn't soften after ejaculation; it remained erect and pointed upwards.
I'm getting a little anxious. Once Mom comes to her senses, she can come in anytime.
No, I need to calm down as soon as possible.
In my anxiety, I searched for the Great Compassion Mantra on my phone, put it on, and sat cross-legged on the bed. While meditating, I kept chanting in my mind, "Calm your mind... be free from desires..." But this method was completely ineffective. The more I tried to be free from desires, the more my mind worked against me, trying hard to imagine my mother's appearance, and I couldn't calm down at all.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
I was startled, but then I realized that Mom had changed her mind. Afraid that she might change her mind, I didn't have time to think and quickly ran over to open the door.
My mother stood outside the door, looking at me with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Why are you locking the door?"
Then, upon hearing the Great Compassion Mantra in the room, he frowned and said, "What are you up to?"
I don't know what happened, maybe I was startled, but the penis that had been hard to go limp suddenly shrank back on its own.

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