Chapter 30

It was not dawn outside in the morning. I had already finished washing and sat on the sofa in the living room waiting for my mother to go to school together. Soon after my mother finished washing and came to the living room. I saw me sitting neatly on the sofa in the living room, and walked over and patted my shoulder: God, did you sleep well last night?

Well, it's so good.I smiled at my mother and answered her with my mother's beautiful little mouth.

Mom, let's go quickly, it's a little late today.My mother hesitated for a moment and rejected my suggestion. My leg injury was fine. I drove there today. Are you riding a bike with me or riding a bicycle by yourself?Mom, you should ride a bicycle with you.

I saw my mother's eyes were a little red and swollen, and I looked at her with distress. My mother's face was a little pale and she looked haggard.

I know my mother must have not had a good rest yesterday. After all, I had tossed her for half a night last night, and I got up early today, so of course I was a little worried.

But my mother didn't give me a chance to say more, so she showed the car keys in her hand and chose it quickly, it's getting late.

Of course, I surrendered and sat in the front seat of the Honda that my father went home to handle.

God’s will, have you been doing your life and study recently?

While driving the car, my mother talked to me. I knew that my mother was asking what she found in the washing machine. Very good. I will not let my mother down. I will definitely be admitted to a prestigious university in the future. Mom, I will definitely repay you well.I pretended to be stupid and changed the subject.

Listening to my answer, my mother was silent for a moment, but she still couldn't name the question directly: Come on, don't think about things in a mess. Only by getting into a good university can you find a good job, and then you can find a partner you like.While we were talking, we had already arrived at the school and agreed to have lunch in the cafeteria together at noon, and the mother and son separated with their own worries.

After lunch with my mother in the cafeteria, my mother had something to do, so she went back to the office to rest after eating. I had to go back to the classroom alone to rest. I lay on the table and was dozing off. A vibration came from my phone. I glanced at it and it was a message from Station M. My mother sent a message to her doctor's best friend, got up and trotted and got into the bathroom again. After all, it was not possible to use a mobile phone openly in the classroom.

Open the message, there are only a few short sentences: Rose, do you have time now?I want to consult you something.My trumpet vest name is Rose.

After reading this message, I went back to the one I was here and I had a break today.

My mother replied to the message very slowly. I was very curious about what my mother wanted to say to Rose, but my mother not only replied slowly but did not mention specific questions at all. She chatted without nutrition for more than ten minutes and decided to get straight to the point.

Anna, you said you had something to ask me, is there anything I can help you?My mother is an English teacher, and her registered name is Anna.

My mother's next time is slower. If I hadn't used the background to check that my mother has been online, I would have suspected that she had already been offline. It took me more than ten minutes to receive a message from my mother. It was very long. The general idea is that I recently found that my son has grown up and entered puberty. As for how to help or educate my son, she just said that she found semen on my underwear in the washing machine. As for the latest incident, she still didn't say it.

Looking at the long message, I realized that this was a new opportunity. I could use a small account to influence my mother. I need to grasp it well. While using mother-son chicken soup from Baidu, I perfunctory my mother to drag the time, while calculating the time of class. When it was time to class, my mother and I had to go to the classroom, because the first section of this afternoon was my mother's English class.

After all, I didn't do this before, and I couldn't come up with the corresponding plan for a while. Until class was about to begin, my mother and I made an appointment with me to put down my phone after I was still satisfied.

After finally reaching dinner time, I hid in the bathroom and used my mobile phone to search for countermeasures. How can I tell my mother to trust me at night? And not to let her accept the taboo relationship between mother and son, at least she had to plant the seeds of betrayal.

When I got home at night, my mother went to the kitchen to pour a cup of saint powder that had been prepared long ago and returned to the room. She said that she had to rest early when she was sleepy and asked me to go to bed early too. Of course, I knew what she was doing, but she didn't know that Rose herself was in this home.

I quickly washed up and lay on the bed waiting for my mother to go online. Sure enough, my mother didn't let me wait for a long time. Soon, I went online and said hello to me. After a few simple greetings, we began to continue the unfinished topic at noon. Regarding my mother's question of finding me covered with semen and underwear in the washing machine, I told her that this is a normal physiological manifestation of boys' adolescence, so that she should not make a fuss, and she should not scold her son because of this. If she scolds deliberately, it will hurt her son's self-confidence and have a very bad impact on her son's psychology.

In order to prove my words, I showed up and said that I not only found my son's underwear in the washing machine, but also found that my underwear was also covered with my son's semen. I even accidentally discovered the scene of my son masturbating with my stockings. But I kept pretending to be stupid, and even put the stockings underwear in a prominent position to secretly help my son get my close-fitting clothes.

My mother was undoubtedly shocked by this remark. Of course she would not accept it. She began to refute me. In her opinion, this was something that was unethical.

While I told her that this was a normal thing and provided my son with a channel to release him. Think about the situation where we were tortured by sexual desire before, would we have to bear that kind of pain?

This is a help to my son.

While telling my mother that it’s no big deal, it’s just a few clothes I’ve worn. This is considered to be unethical and deliberately scaring my mother. Now there are so many sexual crimes for teenagers, and it will be troublesome if their son loses his mind and commits any crime.

My mother refuted my fallacies in a word, but with the constant chatting, these views are also subtly changing my mother's ideas.

Before I knew it, I chatted with my mother until almost twelve o'clock. My mother obviously could no longer withstand my strange remarks. She told me that she was going to bed. I knew that my mother had given up. She lost in this debate. It depends on how much I can accept. Finally, I still sent a sentence to my mother, don't you think it's such an exciting thing for your son to masturbate with his own close-fitting clothes?

After posting, I got off the vest and turned on the surveillance camera to check my mother's condition. My mother looked at the gray-turned avatar and was silently dazed. Her face changed back and forth, and finally she was only blushing. She spat gently, turned off the light and started to sleep.

But I was still very energetic, and I was still thinking about the conversation tonight in my mind. I was analyzing what remarks my mother might have accepted today and what radical concepts I needed to teach her to her in a more tactful way. Unexpectedly, the light in her mother's room actually lit up again. I thought my mother wanted to go to the bathroom or check my sleep, so I quickly pretended to be asleep. Unexpectedly, I didn't hear the sound of my mother's door for a long time. I turned on the surveillance camera and saw that my mother was standing in front of the mirror with her bad son again.