Chapter 13

Mom finally calmed down the criticism and speculation from her father and gradually returned to her former spirit.

My monthly exam results have also been announced.

I returned home in fear and saw the beautiful mother wearing denim shorts, a white T-shirt, and an apron in front of me. The apron was mainly white, and the whole body of the big red origin cloth, white and red are my mother's favorite colors.

When I saw this beautiful apron, I immediately thought that my mother's underwear was also white or red? Since my mother accidentally performed a pants strip show on my live last time, and saw her slender white thighs and sexy dark blue lace underwear, this scene only made me curious about my mother's beautiful body.

In fact, this is not the first time I have seen underwear. In order to maintain a perfect figure, my mother often dances at home. In winter, she wears an ancient long skirt, and in summer, she wears sports underwear that shows her slender and whiten thighs. Even when she sleeps with her mother, she occasionally accidentally exposes her underwear through her pajamas and long skirts, which is taken into consideration by my son.

But, like yesterday, my mother took the initiative to take off her underwear in front of me, and the underwear inside was actually lace. This is the first time I have seen such a sexy scene that is full of lust for me. Fortunately, my mother said it herself, and there was nothing to say between mother and son, otherwise I really didn’t know how to relieve this embarrassing mood.

I stopped fantasy and walked to my mother, preparing to report to my mother that I had regressed, but my mother spoke first and said more than me.

Xiaorui, are you back?My mother greeted me with a smile. My mother’s smile was like an angel, full of love and care. When I was the saddest person when I was a child, my mother always comforted me.

But after you know my grades for a while, you will become an angry devil mother who is unable to control herself.

Yes, it's back.I said hesitantly.

What's wrong?Look at how you look unhappy, wash your hands quickly and prepare for dinner

That mother's monthly exam results have come out this time...My mother looked at me with anticipation. She knew that her son was usually obedient. Although he was not a top student in the school, his grades were quite acceptable.

In fact, the others are all fine, but I didn't do well in English, only 57

Suddenly, my mother's smile disappeared into the grades, her brows frowned, and her sharp eyes turned her back to that serious woman.

What about the class ranking?

Retreat almost 20 people. What?!!My mother's anger immediately surged into her heart and she put the spoon in her hand in a thud.

Looking at me blankly, I became more and more scared by my mother's sharp eyes.

I know I will inevitably die today.

My mother took a few deep breaths back and forth, and her proud breasts also kept rising and falling with her breathing, as if her mother was calming her anger.

After about two minutes, the frown eyebrows loosened and my mother's expression returned to her usual appearance.

Go and wash your hands and prepare for dinner

mom?I shouted tentatively.

Don’t talk so much nonsense, I asked you to have dinner. Mom immediately took off her apron and tied it to the hook behind the door.

He took the dishes and chopsticks and sat on the table.

Isn’t this difficult this time? Have you relaxed your studies recently?Mom asked me the first one on the table.

I followed the flow and said, this time it was quite difficult, and I encountered many questions I had never encountered before, so I got the exam poorly.

Then shouldn’t everyone be bad at the exam? Then why will your ranking be reversed?

Before I could figure out the reason for quibbling, my mother immediately said, forget it, it’s okay to be poor this time, be careful next time and try to get back to the top 15 of the class.

I was shocked for a moment. Usually, my grades were regressing, and I shouldn’t have been angry, angry, and then I closed the door to death and beat me up?

After all, the curiosity in my heart couldn't be suppressed. Mom, why didn't you hit me anymore?

Hey, you guys, don’t you beat you?I have to beat you up?A smile began to start on my mother's face and said to me with a smile.

No, my mom, but I'm really a little uncomfortable with you.

My mother put down the chopsticks in her hand, sighed, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and told me seriously. I think there is a reason why you have missed the exam this time, but you should learn to adjust yourself when you are so old. Now your studies are getting more and more nervous. If you miss the exam, just work hard next time.

I originally planned to agree, but my mother kept talking angrily. I have thought a lot in the past two days. My mother is a little strict and will hammer you every time. Sometimes you are afraid. Now, we are the mother and son living together at home. I don’t want you to always look like you. In the future, my mother will rely on you as a man. You have to study hard and be a serious person. My mother will depend on you in the future. In the future, my mother will depend on you.

I immediately nodded, indicating that I already understood her words. Although I understood, I didn’t understand why I said this. Could it be that the previous divorce storm caused my mother to be hit? I didn’t dare to think too much, but I just felt that my mother had begun to change.

After dinner, my mother was about to take a shower and get the clothes she had changed from the room, including the lace blue underwear she wore that day.

The beautiful pictures worn in my underwear are recalled again in my mind. I only heard my mother close the bathroom door. Through the faint shadow of the light, I knew that my mother began to take off her clothes next to the washing machine.

I strode forward, walked to the bathroom door, swallowed, suppressing my heartbeat, nervous thoughts, because I was thinking about an evil idea and peeking at my mother taking a shower.

I gently pushed the bathroom door forward with my hand, hoping that I could see my mother taking off her clothes as unexpectedly as last time. It was so beautiful and thrilling.

However, the door did not move at all, and immediately blocked the accident of that day.

I don’t know if my mother noticed that I was outside and seemed to stop moving. I was so scared that I hurriedly left the door lightly.

Seeing that the bathroom door had not moved, I walked over again, thinking about what else to enjoy the unexpected scene. I saw a white light passing through the other side of the door from the lower left corner of the door, and there must be a gap exposed by the door.

I immediately knelt down, bent my body, tilted my head ninety degrees, and placed my eyes in the crack of the door.

I held back my breathing nervously, afraid that my mother would find out the sound of a rough breath. Even though I didn't scold me for my grades today, I decided not to forgive what I did in front of me.

Through the crack in the door, I opened my eyes wide, hoping to see my mother's wonderful ketone body, her naked body, sexy pubic hair and erect breasts, these are things I have never met.

Through the crack in the door, I saw my mother placing a foot slightly. I saw her arm waving, which was the action of taking off her underwear. I continued to look up, but the crack in the door was too narrow and the position was too low. Even if I tried my best, I could only see the position of my mother's calves and knees. Today I couldn't see the mysterious triangle area, let alone naked.

I stood up in disappointment, but my dick became hard during the peeping just now. I suddenly wanted to masturbate. While my mother was still taking a shower, I simply went back to my room to masturbate.

I had the idea in my heart, but I was attracted by my mother's underwear on the bed.

It was a blue lace bra with lace, and the patterns on it were very complicated. There was a dot in the middle of the bra with a spot on the woman's nipples. The patterns around the bra were gathering towards this point. It was really an attractive color. If you look closely, the lace on it was exactly the same as the underwear. I also understood that this was a bra that could form a set of bra with underwear.

Suddenly thinking about this, my dick was congested again. I picked up the bra with my left hand and placed it in front of my nose. A burst of frankincense came to my nose. I quickly wriggled my dick with my right hand, fantasizing that it was my mother's breasts.

Before I could finish masturbating, I heard the sound of my mother opening the door. I was so scared that I put my underwear on the bed and quickly put my dick back into my pants.

Unexpectedly, my mother was aware of it, so I immediately walked through my mother standing in the corridor of the living room and rushed into the bathroom and closed the door.

I took a shower with mom!!

After entering the bathroom, I took out my dick that I had just been forced to stop being happy and looked for my mother's bra.

I didn't see the underwear taken off on the washing machine, but at the window, I saw a black lace bra that had been washed and hung on the clothes drying rack, with water dripping on it.

I felt disappointed and wanted to continue the urge to squirm my cock just now. Even if I had no underwear to hold in my hand, looking at the bra on the clothespin, I imagine that it was my mother's breasts and big breasts.

I became more and more difficult to stand firm, and I felt more and more happy, and streams of semen erupted.

After spraying, I turned on the water heater and started taking a shower.

After coming out, my mother asked me, "You have been washing this for so long today?"

I knew my mother would definitely not see it, so she was not worried or afraid. She washed it comfortably today, so she washed it for a while.

Not long after, my mother and I returned to bed and started to sleep.

More than a week later, news came from my father that my relatives died, and my mother and I were preparing to attend the funeral.

At the funeral, I met a man who I called him Erbang. He was a local art teacher and was in his 40s. My father had plans to send me to learn painting.

I definitely don’t want to go. I have begun to hate my father and that unreasonable grandma (I won’t go into details about grandma, but I am indeed an unreasonable person and often scold my mother). My mother also saw my thoughts and knew that I don’t like to learn painting.

When my father went to take a shower, my mother asked me on the sofa in the living room.

Son, mom knows that you don’t want to go, but learning a technique is a very important skill for you in the future college entrance examination and even in the future work. How can you not go?

I don’t need any skills. If I go there, I will have to spend half a day with my mother. I can finally have fun on the weekend.

Are you greedy for fun?Mom is also staying with you, but learning skills is very important. Think about it, if you learn it, wouldn’t you be able to draw your mother?

I suddenly stood up. Really!!?

Mom smiled haha, of course it is true, but you have to learn Ah first!

I immediately hugged my mother, put my head on her chest, and said happily that I want to learn, I want to draw for my mother

Mom laughed, and saw my father come out of the bathroom and leave a sentence, "You mother and son have a good relationship." This sentence is full of irony, and it looks like I can't stand my mother and son.

And I also stuck out my tongue at him and replied that it was Ah. On the weekend, my father returned to the cold construction site, as if he had created a cold person.

My mother and I went to my second uncle to register and started learning art.

After completing the first day of study, it was four o'clock in the afternoon. It was a little early, so my mother suggested going to the mall to see if she could buy me a handsome outfit.

Walking at the door of the family's women's clothing, my mother was dressed in bright red by the display, and was attracted by the crochet dress.

Seeing this, I discovered my mother's love for clothes, so I said to her Mom, do you like that clothes very much?How about we go in?

Well, it looks good, and clothes placed in the same place are not cheap, so forget it

Of course I knew that my mother was reluctant to let it go, so I took the initiative to hold her hand. For the first time, I felt like a man holding a woman and pulled her into the store, and said to the shopping guide that I wanted this one.

The shopping guide took out the clothes and handed them to the front of his mother.

My mother was so embarrassed that she couldn't bear to try it, but I held it in my hand. If you like it, try it!

Seeing this, the shopping guide followed my words. Beauty, you see that your boyfriend likes it so much, you will definitely look good when you wear it, so let's try it first. After trying it, I'm considering whether to buy it or not.

My mother immediately looked at the shopping guide and said, "This is my son!"

The shopping guide quickly apologized. Sorry, sister, I see you are so young, I didn’t expect your son to be so old.

After a while of persuasion by the shopping guide, my mother entrusted my bag to me for storage and entered the locker room with her clothes.

I stood at the door of the locker room, and after a while, my mother opened the door.

One arm was waving his palm, son, come in quickly.