Chapter 2 Adolescence

At the dinner table, my mother made three dishes and one soup, because I made my mother angry just now, and her face looked like frost and the atmosphere seemed very deserted.

I wanted to ease the quiet atmosphere, picked up a piece of braised pork ribs and tasted it, making it look like a food critic, and from time to time, I saw that my mother's face was not changing, so I increased my voice and kept ummy.

My mother was impatient by me, so she stopped eating and looked at me and said: Oh, um, um, that's a big deal, can you be quieter after eating?

I said aggrievedly: Isn’t this my mom, the food you cook is so delicious? I can’t help but sigh.

Is this the first time you have eaten my cooking?Why didn’t you see it before?

Mom gave me a blank look and continued to eat.

Maybe...it may be that your craft is getting better and better.

Then what do you mean is that I didn’t make it delicious before?

My mother grabbed the loophole in my speech, and choked me with a responsive question for a while and didn't know how to answer. I didn't say a word for a long time.

My mother looked at me embarrassedly and suddenly laughed, and then she might feel that she had not maintained her image and scolded her with a stern face:

What a smooth tongue look like in one day!

I complained in my heart that my mother is so proud of her face, but she still smiles on the surface.

My mother taught her lesson that the young man would never dare to do it again.

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After dinner, my mother changed into a professional suit, and at the same time, she changed her flesh stockings to black stockings. When she was about to go out, she still told me:

I have to work overtime today and may come back late in the evening. If you wash the dishes, go to do your homework. If you are hungry, cook noodles yourself or order takeout.

After saying that, he put on his high heels and opened the door. I was the only one left at home. My mother's departure made me look like a wild horse that was running away. After yelling, I sat on the sofa and began to think about how to pass the time.

Since my entertainment at home is basically on my phone and computer, my phone was confiscated by my mother and my computer was locked. For a moment, I really didn't know what to do. In the end, I looked bored and took a bottle of Coke in the refrigerator and lay on the sofa and watched TV.

There is a very popular workplace love drama on TV. The heroine plays a strong workplace woman, who is the type I like. She wears a career suit like her mother, which reminds me of my mother. My mother is about the same identity as this character. My mother is the account manager of a bank in this city and is also considered a strong workplace man. However, in terms of figure and appearance, I think this actress is much worse. Perhaps it is because her mother's temperament is unparalleled in my heart.

After watching for a while, I felt more and more that this actress was fitting with her outfit. In addition, I hadn't vented for two weeks, and there was a fire in my heart. My hand gradually stretched down and stroked her erect penis up and down. After stroking it for a while, not only did she not vent it, but also caused the urge to urinate. So I stopped moving and prepared to go to the bathroom to put some water.

After I passed by the washing machine at the door of the toilet, I saw the flesh-colored stockings that my mother changed today in the washing machine. It seemed that my mother was anxious to leave and forgot to wash it. Suddenly, a bold idea came to my mind - to use my mother's stockings to vent, and then I shook my head.

No, how could I have such an idea? That's my mother's stockings. Doesn't I use her stockings to masturbate the plane that I have any other ideas about my mother? I slapped myself suddenly and began to explain in my heart: I just like stockings, which does not mean that I have any ruthless thoughts about my mother. Isn't that what I think when I peek at my mother's thighs wearing stockings?

Yes, that's it. It's just that I have a habit of stockings and has nothing to do with my mother. After I convinced myself, I trembledly took the flesh-colored stockings that my mother had replaced today from the washing machine and held it in my palm.

My heartbeats faster. This is the first time I touched my mother's stockings. The material is silky and a little cold. I don't know what it feels like when my mother is wearing it on her body, but I just threw this idea out of my mind.

I was just interested in stockings, and I silently recited it in my heart. Then I held up the stockings and took a deep breath, covering my face,

Huh~

The stockings were filled with a faint fragrance. Just after just a sniff, my lower body was congested and my cock was swelling. I immediately returned to the sofa, wrapped my penis in the stockings and stroked it up and down, and then I fantasized about the way a professional strong woman in TV was under me:

The woman's professional suit has not yet been taken off. The skirt was lifted up by me and rolled it to my waist. Her legs were opened with black stockings and placed on both sides of me. The black stockings between her legs were torn apart. The black panties were pursed into one and exposed the pink labia. Between the labia, a dark and thick cock was constantly in and out of the woman's vagina, forming a sharp contrast. The woman frowned and covered her mouth with one hand, making a moan of um~hmm, and the other grabbed the bed sheet, which seemed very uncomfortable.

I reached out to hug the woman's legs, and thrust my dick hard and fucked the woman's pussy without leaving any effort.

Light... light ~

Ah... um~ be gentle... Ah...

The woman kept moaning, and the beautiful sound was like the drum music of my sprint, seducing me to fuck her harder.

I felt that it was almost here, and the blood kept hitting my cock, making it a little thicker. At this time, the woman in the picture gradually became blurred, and began to gradually become clearer, and gradually became the same as another woman.

Son...Fuck me

Quick... Son... Fuck me...

In the picture, the woman turned into my mother. My blood suddenly surged, my heart beat faster, my lower body felt numb, and streams of milky white semen hit the stockings wrapped around my cock.

Huh~

I gasped heavily, gradually calmed down, and my cock slowly softened. I came to my senses and felt a little annoyed and guilty. I just had sex with my mother. Although it was only in the last few seconds, it was clear that it was my mother. My mother spread her thighs and kept shouting to fuck me.

Bang!

I slapped myself and kept comforting myself, no, no, I just have ideas about women like my mother, and I don’t really want to fuck my mother, and how could my mother take the initiative to spread her thighs and ask for fucking me? This does not conform to my mother’s arrogant personality, but no matter how I convinced myself, I was still upset.

I couldn't think of so much. Looking at the stockings full of semen, I had to hurry to wash them, otherwise my mother would definitely be beaten to death if she found out. I went to the bathroom and rubbed the stockings with my hands several times, then wrung them out and put them back in the washing machine. I was still a little scared and turned off the TV and returned to the bedroom.

But there was always anger and fear in my mind. I had to take out my homework book and keep writing. I didn’t know that after a long time, I felt sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.