Seven Nights of Mature Mother in Stockings 1-5

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1. The First Night – Arrival

My name is Li Xu, seventeen years old, a high school sophomore, heading towards the bleak future of my senior year.

My father works in a state-owned enterprise as a low-level clerk, and my mother is an ordinary bank employee.

An ordinary family, an ordinary life, and an ordinary me. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll
probably live an ordinary life like this.

Until that incident, I truly realized that an ordinary life might actually be a kind of
happiness .

In the evening, accompanied by the fading sunset, I listlessly stepped into the house with my schoolbag on my back.

My mother, who had just come home from work, hadn't had time to change yet. She was busy in the kitchen in her bank uniform.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window onto her legs, which were covered in flesh-colored stockings, reflecting an alluring sheen.

Half-asleep, I couldn't help but perk up, and my crotch seemed to offer a slight greeting to my mother.

My mother's name is Wang Yaru, and she's forty-two years old. Her looks are only average, but her mature figure
is a major plus, especially her legs, which are always clad in stockings. By young girls'
standards , her legs aren't particularly slender, but those full, fleshy legs, once covered in flesh-colored
stockings, become incredibly alluring. Add to that her large breasts and rounded buttocks, and she's definitely a
sexy mature woman.

For someone like me who's obsessed with mature women and stockings, my mother has always been my goddess. However, bound by morality and
ethics , I have to keep my admiration and desire for her deeply hidden in my heart. At most,
it's just a small fantasy, like this.

"Get ready, dinner's almost ready," my mother said, oblivious to my complex inner turmoil.

I sighed, banishing these thoughts from my mind, and strode heavily into the bedroom.

At the dinner table, the family of three was enjoying a happy meal when Dad suddenly announced that
he would be going on a business trip out of town for a week starting tomorrow.

"Going out again?" Mom frowned. Indeed, for the past six months, Dad seemed to be constantly being sent on
business trips .

"It's alright, just a week," Dad chuckled.

"You still need to be careful while you're away," Mom said, seemingly a little worried about Dad.

"Okay, okay, honey, you don't need to remind me, I know," Dad always seemed so
carefree But you, son, you'd better take good care of Mom."

Hearing this potentially ambiguous remark, I couldn't help but feel a slight urge in my crotch.

After dinner, I sneaked into my room, finished my homework, and then secretly turned on the computer.

Although it was a crucial time in high school, my grades were still pretty good. Although I wasn't particularly diligent and
often crammed before exams, my grades were surprisingly consistently decent. While not
top-tier , I wasn't mediocre either. My parents seemed quite confident about my grades and didn't
restrict my computer use.

However, they clearly didn't know what I did on the computer every day.

This is also a secret of mine; I was exposed to erotic information in elementary school. During my
three years of junior high, I read countless pornographic articles, viewed countless pornographic pictures, and watched countless pornographic videos. My
fascination stemmed from this.

Then, in high school, I discovered a new world: eroge—adult games.

Although most eroge are just 2D illustrations, and seem less stimulating than regular adult videos,
their most appealing aspect is their interactivity. This gives players a sense of immersive, almost unreal, feeling,
which is precisely what excites me as a believer in eroge.

Now, I've been playing eroge for a year, having played hundreds of them, in all sorts of styles, from classic
RPGs and challenging Action games to free-form SLGs and less interactive AVs
. I consider myself a seasoned eroge player.

The few hours between finishing my homework and going to bed are my happiest time in the adult game genre.

"Aren't there any new releases?" I muttered.

It seems the adult game industry isn't doing too well lately; there haven't been any new high-quality releases. I can only replay
some classic old games, but the problem is I'm basically tired of all the ones I have. Without any adult games to play, I'm
bored mind.

I aimlessly search for resources on various online forums, occasionally seeing a game's description that
catches my eye , only to find it's just a game I've already played with a different description.

"These clickbait titles are really something, even on adult game forums," I grumbled.

It's rare for Dad to be away for a week, so this week I can have a little more fun.
How can I not prepare some materials beforehand? I searched diligently for two hours, finally picking out a few that looked
relatively .

"Hmm, these will do," I decided, and started downloading.

Looking at the time again, it was already past eleven. Sleepiness started to creep in, and I went out of my room to wash up.

In the middle of the night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. For some reason,
the image of my mother in her uniform and stockings, so sexy that evening, kept replaying in my mind.

It was a long time before I finally drifted off to sleep. I had a dream. In it,
a curvaceous woman in a uniform and stockings lay on the bed, her hands and feet bound.
A group of men surrounded her, groping her body. She cried out for help, but
her body, aroused by the men, turned her cries into seductive moans. When I
saw her face, I was struck dumb—it was my mother, Wang Yaru!

"Huff—" I gasped, waking from the dream, the absurd and
lewd scene still vivid in my mind.

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was already 6:30. My high school starts promptly at 7:00. Although my
home is relatively close to the school, only a ten-minute walk away, it's still not a time to lie peacefully in bed
.

Perhaps because I didn't sleep well last night, I dragged my tired body out of bed, got dressed, and started washing up.
My right hand gripped the toothbrush, brushing my teeth, the bitter taste of toothpaste lingering in my throat.
Looking at my listless face in the mirror, I slapped my cheeks hard, then splashed cold water on
my face after brushing.

I walked to the dining table. Dad was leaving on a business trip today, and Mom and Dad were saying their tearful goodbyes. I had no time for
their sweet talk; I grabbed a slice of bread and popped it into my mouth.

"Is he coming back in a week?" Mom asked worriedly.

"He should be back in a week after he finishes his work," Dad replied, looking quite energetic,
a stark contrast to my sleepy face. "But the journey back will take some time; he
should ."

"Be careful while you're away," Mom started nagging again. She'd said this three or four times since yesterday
, and I was almost sick of hearing it.

"Alright, alright, I know!" Dad chimed in. "Son, you need to study hard too,
don't !"

"Mm," I replied softly, my gaze falling on Mom.

Mom was still dressed the same as always, a black bank uniform with a white shirt, flesh-colored stockings, and
black high heels—a traditional middle-aged office lady.

Although nothing seemed different from usual, I couldn't help but think of the dream I had last night.

The scene in that dream, that mature woman being violated by a group of men—if it really was Mom… I
stared blankly, my hand holding the bread slice pausing.

"What are you thinking about? Eat your breakfast!" Mom noticed me. "You're about to go to school, don't be late."

Mom's words pulled me out of my wild fantasies. I nodded and continued eating my breakfast.

Yeah, how could Mom do that? I looked at Mom's serious face and
scoffed .

Soon, after finishing my breakfast, Dad and I left the house together. Dad took the company bus to the airport. Watching
his car drive away, I could almost picture the next few days of carefree living,
and my steps towards school felt lighter.

A day at school was no different from any other; studying, daydreaming, and
the dirty jokes exchanged between boys were all normal as usual.

After a long day, I returned home listlessly.

Mom seemed to be home earlier than usual; dinner was already prepared. I put down my schoolbag and
quietly ate dinner with her at the table.

It was May, and summer was quietly approaching. Perhaps because of the weather, Mom seemed to
have sweated a lot at work that day. The faint, hormonal
scent made my heart flutter. I hadn't thought about last night
's dream all day because of the busyness at school, but now that image suddenly reappeared in my mind, as if it had taken root and wouldn't go away.

"I'm finished eating," I said, putting down my chopsticks and returning to my room. Although my alluring mother made me a little
restless, I hadn't forgotten my important original plan—my butter time. Eager to enjoy it as soon as possible, I
started writing furiously in my notebook.

Putting down my pen, I glanced at the time—it was already seven o'clock. For someone who goes to bed at eleven every night, four
hours was enough to finish two shorter butter games, but before starting, I needed to do some preparation. I
went to the kitchen, poured a large glass of water, and brought it into my room, locking the door behind me. I didn't see my mother; she must
be resting in her bedroom.

I put down the glass, focused my mind, and turned on the computer.

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