Chapter 8 Absurd thoughts

That day I accompanied my sister to watch her take the train. I originally wanted to tell her what my mother found, but I thought it would be better not to let my sister have extra worries. And maybe it was my sister who told her mother. I thought that my sister didn't hate me being close to her several times later, so she shouldn't expose me, but I kept thinking about how to be discovered, because I think if my mother discovered it myself, she should have taught us a lesson long ago, instead of just saying that, I don't know if my mother had talked to her before, so I didn't have the courage to ask

I have also said before that after my mother discovered that I was a little afraid to communicate with my mother, and even wanted to live in the school. Junior high school students usually started living in the school, but at that time I liked to sleep at home, and I could go to self-study at night, so I didn’t live in the school. But now after my sister returned to college, I realized what it means to be uncomfortable. I haven’t spoken to my mother well for a few days, like there is a thorn.

But my mother was nothing abnormal. My sister didn't say anything about me after she left. It seemed that the last incident had never happened. I couldn't see through what my mother was thinking. Is it really just like I was naughty? If she thought I was having bad intentions, she would probably criticize me severely.

After two weeks of tepidness, I gradually began to return to the state of a student. I wanted to shift my mind to studying, and I also thought not to think about the messy things again. Everything was discovered. It would be better to be honest in the future.

However, when you start to do something, it’s not what you said. In a certain way, this kind of thing is not caused by my willful behavior. In life, there will always be many coincidences. Whether it’s your turn depends on how you accept it.

It was a very ordinary night. My mother had a period of time in the New Year factory after the New Year, so she was still very busy. I basically had dinner alone. That night, after watching the slam dunk on TV, I took a shower and prepared to go to bed. Because it was still very cold after the New Year, I crawled into the quilt after taking a shower, because I like to sleep naked. When I was alone with a quilt, I didn’t wear shorts, but it was just winter, and I couldn’t even cover my blankets in summer. That night, I read the book of Romance of the Three Kingdoms very late because the next day was Saturday and there was no need to go to class.

My mother came back at about nine o'clock in the evening. As soon as she entered the door, she took off her coat and prepared to take a shower. My mother loves cleaning, and she wears gloves at work, and she will definitely take a shower if she sweats. This personal habit also affects me. I usually love cleaning. My mother saw that I was not sleeping and said a few words to me, but I ignored her. Although I don't feel so embarrassed now, after the panic and guilt disappear, the rest is just a little shame, so I don't take the initiative to say anything to my mother.

But today my mother didn't seem to be planning to just walk around like this. She took my book over, and now I had to look at my mother for a short while...

When do you want to get nervous? A person who is not big or small can only pretend to be mute. If you still make a fuss about that little thing, you will compete with me or why?

...No...No...

Then what are you?

No...Okay...

I stuttered and didn't know what to say. It turned out that my mother was always paying attention to me. I thought she just didn't want to say anything to me. It seemed that I was too concerned about it. I felt relieved when my mother said this. After all, I never thought about competing with my mother.

My mother gave me a blank look and told me to be more normal in the future and not to be like a woman. After that, she went to take a shower. I lay on the bed and looked at the figure of my mother taking a bath behind the curtain. I forgot what I felt at that time. I just felt that my mother didn't treat me like before. How to say it? Maybe I'm growing up and some things have different opinions. When I was thinking about these things, my mother suddenly called me. It turned out that she was washing her hair, but just now I used up my shampoo, and I took the unused ones for her. Because it was blocked by the curtain, my mother just stretched out her hand from the side. Oh, at that time, I didn't know whether God was taking care of me or asking me for trouble. At that time, the right side of the curtain fell off.

Now, my mother's white body was displayed in front of me as if she had opened the lid. I was stunned in an instant. I wanted to peek at it before, but now I really saw it clearly.

My mother was also stunned. She was holding a soft shampoo in her hand, and she couldn't even cover anything with her right hand. A pair of big white rabbits on her chest was trembling. The two dark red spots on the white rabbit almost made my eyes look. I subconsciously looked down. The black inverted triangle was mysterious than anything I had seen. I thought to myself that it was indeed much more hairy...

But what I want to say is that not only my mother is naked, because I sleep naked, but I didn't think about wearing underwear when I took the shampoo for my mother, so the mother and son were naked and bare. What's more, when I was stimulated by this erotic scene, my little brother actually understood the atmosphere and suddenly became hard. He saluted my mother. At this time, my mother also saw the erection below me. She seemed to be a little unresponsive and looked at me a few times below.

When my mother and I came to my senses, my mother immediately covered the bottom with one hand, but my mother held the shampoo in her left hand. The big white rabbit on her chest could not cover it. I didn't move, like a slut, just standing there staring at my mother's naked body, and I kept looking at her. My mother told me to turn around, and I just said oh, after a few seconds, my mind came to react. At this time, my mother's eyes felt like they were about to eat people. I turned around immediately, and then I heard my mother making the fallen curtain. I don't know if I should say something. I just untied the lump with my mother, and now it's fine. It's even harder to solve. I think I might be beaten today.

After my mother finished it behind, she didn't say anything, but then took a shower, and I climbed onto the bed again. I felt an inexplicable little excitement, and my lower body was still hard. I don't know what my mother would do about me later, but I don't know why I was not afraid at all. The strange thought that had been covered before began to become lively again. My mother quickly finished washing. I didn't dare to look back at my mother. After all, I took advantage of myself. I heard my mother rubbing my hair. I felt my mother looking at me, but I didn't dare to look at my mother, nor did I dare to get up.

Gradually, the sound of wiping my hair disappeared, but I knew my mother was still staring at me. Just as I was about to get up to accept the criticism, my mother put her hand on me through the quilt. I felt like she was shaking. Just when I was wondering what my mother wanted to do, my mother pinched me hard, and it was so sore. Before I could scream, my mother said again, "Oh, women pinched people more fiercely than the other." I screamed a few times in pain, thinking that the price of watching someone else take a bath was really great. Ah, and she traded at a loss, but my mother didn't seem to plan to let me go like this, and pinched me a few more times.

What are you doing? Why do you pinch me when the curtain falls off by itself? I didn't see anything, it hurts so much

……

My mother didn't agree to me, but just continued to pinch me. I was pinched and grinned. I felt that my body was pinched. Why did I beg for my son so cruel? I felt a little tears flowing out. I felt wronged. It wasn't what I got rid of. You said, "I didn't dare to say that to my mother anymore. I just started begging for mercy, saying that I was wrong and shouldn't have seen it, and asked my mother to let me go."

But my mother didn't listen to me, and even put her hand into the quilt to pinch me, and came directly on my waist. This time, she was as good as my sister's kick to my heart. I sat up in pain and the quilt was lifted up most of the time. Only then did I see the expression on my mother's face, her face was a little red, and her eyes could see that she was very embarrassed and angry, but it was more of an inexplicable expression. I didn't think about what my mother was thinking at that time. I only knew that I would be pinched down again.I didn't have any skin. I grabbed my mother's hands and pressed them to her to prevent her from moving. However, my behavior was wrong, because I was so desperate that I pressed my mother's hands on my half-hard little brother. My little brother was exposed at this time. Now, my mother was stunned, and my lower body was very desperate and hardened again, and it was passed through the middle of my mother's palms. To be honest, I felt that I did it on purpose.

Now it's like I was holding my mother's hand and wrapping my life. I didn't let it go. My mother was also frightened by my action. She immediately pulled her hand back and blushed like something. But let's not talk about this. I didn't mean it when I saw my mother naked. I was so bold that I told my mother not to pinch it. I didn't mean it. In fact, part of the reason why my mother was angry was because she saw me naked and didn't want to let me go easily. Thinking of my mother, she seemed to be angry again, and wanted to come up and pinch me again.

Now I couldn't bear it anymore, so I grabbed my mother's hand and stopped her from moving. After all, I was already a junior high school student. My mother was no longer as strong as me at that time.

My mother didn't seem to expect that I would dare to resist, so she wanted to break free from my hands and teach me a lesson. I held her hand tightly and begged her for mercy. She said that she wouldn't dare anymore. It was really not intentional. Don't pinch me. But my mother didn't listen to me, just wanted to teach me a lesson. I saw that she didn't want to reason with me. Maybe she wanted to find an opportunity to teach me a lesson before. Now it's useless to not hit me, so I thought of a trick. I grabbed my mother's hands with both hands on my left hand, and one hand started to scratch my mother's itch. She was very tickling, and she couldn't do it at once. My hand was pressed by me and I couldn't resist. She twisted her upper body and pressed her upper body on my thighs. She said she wanted me to let go of her and beat me to death. She was going to kill me. What else would I put? I continued to scratch her itch.

It's very strange. When others are angry, they always feel that making others laugh will relieve themselves. In fact, this trick is quite effective. My mother quickly got scratched by me. When I saw my mother laughing, I asked her if she was still angry. She couldn't pinch me anymore. My mother didn't answer me, but just smiled and told me to let her go. I saw that she still didn't agree to me, so I continued to scratch her. My mother couldn't struggle and I didn't have any strength. At this time, my mother was only wearing a pair of underwear and a pair of underwear. Her upper body was pressing against me. The two soft pieces made me feel uncomfortable. My little brother had long been raised high. At this time, my mother's butt was standing next to my hand. I don't know if it was really bold, but she actually reached out to pat my mother's butt. It felt very elastic.

My mother suddenly became quiet after being slapped by me, and I knew that I had crossed the line. This posture of an adult putting a child on his legs and spanking him shouldn't be the way my son did to his mother. My mother suddenly bit me a bit of her thigh flesh. I let go of my hand in pain. My mother stood up and slapped me directly.

I was stunned by my mother. Since I returned to my mother, my mother hadn't hit me like this. The slap was serious or not, but it was enough to refresh my mind. My mother stared at me, and I lowered my head and said sorry to my mother. I accidentally hit me just now.

I seem to be a little naughty about my sister and I use it on my mother, but my mother doesn't seem to be using this set. This slap is warning me

My mother told me to be careful in the future, don't be big or small. To be honest, when my mother said this, I was still naked, and my little brother was so upright. My mother looked at it and threw the quilt on me, saying that she looked at me, but in fact, her face was still flushed, and she was wearing only two pieces. I felt a strange little excitement in my heart, as if I was playing some exciting game. I knew that my courage was getting bigger and bigger. When I slapped my butt just now, it seemed as if I had some awakening in my heart.

And I don't think it hurts or itchy at all when my mother slapped me. If my mother really taught me a lesson at this time and beat me up, maybe I won't be so bold in the future.

After my mother said that, I went to brush my teeth. I was savoring the touch of my mother's buttocks just now, which was even more exciting than when I was sneaking my mother. Maybe it was because my mother was awake and in that position. I really wanted to touch my mother again, but I wonder if there would be such an opportunity.

In the next few days, we were still peaceful. Last time we made such a fuss, my mother and I didn't stop talking to each other like before. In fact, there was nothing to forgive or not. She wasn't really angry with me, so I didn't feel afraid and ashamed. Instead, I became closer to my mother. This slap was worth it, and it might be because I was thick-skinned.

Of course, I dare not make similar moves like slapping my mother's butt. It's too rude. But my mind has been paying attention to my mother's body. I really can't forget the last erotic scene. The lush forest below my mother always wanders in my heart. I also dreamed of my mother taking a bath. In the dream, my mother took a bath in front of me. I reached out to caress my mother. In the dream, my mother did not stop me, but played with me, and also played with my little brother with gloves. The next day, I woke up and felt a little sticky underneath. From then on, I have been paying attention to my mother's every move, staring at her for no reason.

One night, my mother sat on the bed watching TV, while I was watching my novel. I suddenly came up with a way to get close to my mother. I told my mother to help her press her shoulders. The work my mother often made her shoulders sore and her legs hurt because she was working while standing. My mother didn't say anything, but just looked at me and asked me to help her press. This is not the first time. I often helped my mother press her shoulders for a while before, but later I felt it was troublesome and stopped pressing. But now I am helping my mother press her shoulders with another thought.

Although my shoulders are not a fascinating part, I felt very comfortable when I smelled the fragrance of my mother. I knelt behind my mother and pressed her one by one. I really wanted to peek out the mother's clothes from the neckline, but I didn't dare to do anything bad. My mother's shoulders were different from other places. They were very hard. I don't know if it was because of my work. She seemed to be very useful for me to massage her. But when my mother felt comfortable, I felt that I was a little unsatisfied, so I told her that I would help her press the soles of her feet.

My mother didn't doubt me, and sat opposite me quietly. I put my mother's left foot on my lap and pressed her. My mother's feet were bigger than ordinary women, but there were no calluses, and her skin was quite white. When I was pressed by my mother, I secretly put my left hand on my mother's calf. Although there was nothing to touch here, it still made me feel a little stimulating. So I secretly ate my mother's tofu in the name of massage. I thought about the dream that day, and slowly my lower body began to stand up again. I was afraid that my mother would find out, so I put my mother's feet next to me and bent my knees. It would be very embarrassing to be discovered.

I also want to find an opportunity to sneak a sleeping mother at night, but that is too risky, and I don’t want to use any sleeping pills anymore, but I can’t think of a way to get closer to my mother. I think I have to think of a way. Actually, I didn’t want to be incest at that time, but I was very fascinated by my mother’s body. I don’t think about anything about pussy. But even if I just get close to my mother, it’s not that easy. I can’t be so shameless. My mother is not a slutty woman. She is very hard when pinching me. I think I still have to think of other methods. I just massaged my mother’s feet, thinking about these dirty things in my mind, and laying the groundwork for my subsequent behavior.