Mom’s name is Xin Shi, 44 years old. She is an English teacher at a nearby middle school.
Her hair was dyed a light brown color, and she wore earrings in both ears, plus brightly colored nail polish on her long fingernails. Even with a plain face, her face was eye-catching enough, and after some careful dressing, she was groomed even more beautifully. She was very mature and seductive, and didn’t look like a middle school teacher at all. The body is slim and tall, but the place where it should stand out is also unambiguous.
If she was a good singer, she would have been a gifted idol who was popular with her male classmates.
This isn’t a yellow woman’s tale, my mom is indeed a transcendent human being.
Of course, I don’t mean to brag about my mom. Although I’m often envied by gay men, and it’s not like I can’t understand their feelings, I still say don’t joke about it!
Maybe someone with a beautiful mom would be more understanding.
Mom wasn’t as good as they thought she was, at least for me.
It was quite understandable, Mom was one of those popular women who would queue up at the end of class to ask questions until the teacher of the next class couldn’t even get into the classroom. What’s even more frightening is that there are often male students to write her love letters, of course, most of them also know that this kind of unnecessary action in exchange for no results they hope, because mom she is like a woman living in another world. She was like a woman who lived in another world, the so-called goddess of the high and mighty. And most of the timid boys just thought how nice it would be if she noticed me.
Of course I did.
Imagine such a goddess as your own family. Imagine it while maintaining the distance of a mere mother-son relationship, of course.
How about …… understands my embarrassment. Not such a great piece of work, is it?
I’m back.
Out of politeness, I said hello for the time being. But mom didn’t react at all, more than that, she didn’t even glance at me. Mom, wearing headphones, a wide-shouldered halter top and a short skirt, was sinking into the soft couch, crossing her legs and giggling happily into her cell phone, seemingly completely unaware of my presence.
I have long been accustomed to seeing Mom in this attire. Although as a people’s teacher, should be a teacher, pay attention to the image. But mom is not the same, she was young to study abroad, by the Western education, thinking has been very avant-garde, advocating freedom. After returning to China, the same, even the wedding did not make a big deal. And now, although it has passed 40, but still dress very avant-garde, dressed casually. Of course, there is a beautiful face, all this is not too much.
That smiley face was indeed cute, but I hadn’t hadn’t seen it before, and Mom was still very strict with me even though she was edgy, so I guess Mom wouldn’t have shown this cute smiley face in front of me if she had known I was there.
As expected, mom noticed that I was standing in front of her, and immediately put away her smile.
Hey? Are you kidding me? Why are you so late? Why are your clothes so dirty? You look like an idiot.
Heck, I’d be a fool to say hello to you.
I cursed this in my mind as I pulled open the refrigerator door with a clatter. Taking out the carton of barley tea, I poured it into a glass and drank it all in one gulp. Ha-, I took a deep breath of comfort and left the living room.
Well, uh …… got it. I’ll get changed and go ah. Mom said quietly into the phone
I haven’t even gotten my dinner yet and I’m going out?
Ugh, forget it, order takeout, it wouldn’t be the first time anyway, I muttered inwardly as I headed for the stairs.
My name is Tiger and I’m 17 years old. Attends a nearby high school, well, yes, that’s the one, and to make things even more backbreaking, my English teacher is my mom.
I am an ordinary high school student. I don’t participate in school clubs, and I don’t have any hobbies to speak of. Although I do listen to pop music and read some novels and comics, I don’t really have any hobbies.
After school you either hang out with friends on the street, gossip, or read comics at home, watch TV or whatever. Occasionally, …… also study a little.
Isn’t that what a normal high school student is like? You might think it’s too peaceful and boring, but I think it’s important to stay ordinary.
To be ordinary is to keep in step with those around you and to live with your feet on the ground.
And peace of mind means less risk as well.
Luckily my grades aren’t too bad at the moment. I might be able to get into a good college if I keep going like this. What happens after that is something I’ll have to think about during my four years of college.
In short, what childhood dreams I have long forgotten …… hard to say, ordinary, unobtrusive, obscure and stable, leisurely and plain life is my dream.
My home is the top floor of a loft in an ordinary neighborhood, and there are four of us, my sister, my parents, and a Chihuahua pet dog named Doodle. My sister is away at college and doesn’t live at home anymore, but only comes back for vacations, so theoretically, there are only three of us and a dog living at home.
It was a family that was barely well-off, nothing unusual, and its usual.
My room and my sister’s room were on the second floor. I changed into civilian clothes in my room and went downstairs after resting for about ten minutes. It was because I wanted to use the restroom before I started using my powers. On the first floor, by the stairway is the foyer, and across to the left is the door to the living room.
As soon as I came down the stairs, I came next to the foyer and collided with my mom, who was wearing a black cut-out doll-neck dress. This location is a dead center for both parties and is the place in the house where collisions happen more often than not.
With a thud, my left shoulder hit my mom’s chest. While the collision itself was no big deal, the force of the impact caused the bag Mom was carrying to slip from her hands, spilling its contents all over the floor.
interjection of surprise
Oh, I’m sorry.
I apologized sincerely and reached out to pick up the makeup and such that had fallen on the floor ……
Mom realized my intentions and snapped her palm off my outstretched hand.
Sh ……
Dumbfounded at my mom’s pointed stare, I couldn’t speak for a moment.
Then out of Mom’s mouth popped the words.
…… Well, don’t you touch it.
With that one sentence alone, mom silently and alone cleaned up what had fallen on the floor.
Lol …… so upset …… this guy ……. Don’t want people touching their stuff?
Is your own son that annoying.
Without a word, I looked down at my mom who was expressionlessly packing up her things.
Awkwardness pervaded the foyer.
Mom turned her back on me and hurriedly put on her heels and
…… I’m going out. Get yourself something to eat.
With a mumble as if she had accomplished her task, Mom slammed the door.
…… is good, and as you can see, that’s what my relationship with my mom is all about.
And I’m not really mad about it.
Because I stopped treating her like a traditional mom a long time ago.
Heck, even if I can’t communicate properly with my mom, it doesn’t really affect my life.
…… Ugh, when did it start to get like this?
It always seemed like she wasn’t once what she is now.
Forget it, forget it. I’m upset, so let’s just forget about it. Let’s just go do what we were going to do.
After I used the restroom, I washed my hands and collapsed onto the couch in the living room. Leaning back and crossing my legs, I casually grabbed a weekly journal that was spread out there.
Huh? Didn’t I decide to start studying next?
Lying there, clattering through the pages of my book as I scanned the fighting comics, a void washed over me. Though reason told me it wasn’t the time for this, a powerful lethargy came up to stop me.
Ah-don’t, don’t. I don’t want to study.
This lethargy is probably a disease common to all students. I shook my head vigorously a few times like a dog that had been splashed with water and stood up.
Opened the door to the hallway and found something strange there.
…… hmm?
The object landed in the corner of the foyer, right on the back of the shoebox. Though I didn’t notice it just now, there was indeed a thin, white, box-like thing of some kind peeking halfway out from between the shoebox and the wall.
Reaching for that thing is also out of an escapist mindset, I guess. Because you don’t want to study, your brain is always trying to find a reason to do something else.
Even if you pick up something like that, you can only delay it for a few short seconds of faithfulness, right?
But as far as the result is concerned, it is not so. Thanks to this thing, I won’t have time to study at all for a while.
Just for a moment I saw the object I had pulled out of the back of the shoebox.
…… What is this?
I let out a frantic yelp. The reason why is because this thing is so out of place in my house.
This is …… Well – …… this is …… what?
I held the box between my fingers and scrutinized it, still not exactly sure what it was.
It’s a Blu-ray disc box, that’s clear. Because you can see can this kind of box everywhere in the video store …… In fact, there are a few English letters Blu-ray disc written plainly on it. But the whole cover every Chinese characters, still make me curious.
At this point, my expression must have been one of amazement.
On top of that box was a picture, and in the picture, a demonic woman in the shape of a teacher.
Oh?
I muttered. Eyes like a detective examining the physical evidence at a scene.
Maybe it’s the feature color, but the entire box is also color-coordinated with mostly white and pink.
That doesn’t matter. The problem is.
Why are you dressed like this, this woman.
This woman is wearing a rather sensational outfit. The setting was a classroom, but she was dressed in, say, a swimsuit or a bandage. All in all, it was even worse than my mom’s attire, and made you want to advise her to wear something decent.
Something like a metal chain extended from that bandaged bra, and the little girl was dragging a long dog leash behind her.
And, with one hand gently holding a rather textured whip of a design that was so crude and mineral it was reminiscent of Whip’s leather whip from Kof. Obviously for combat, it always forced one to think of these gruesome uses.
What a dangerous guy.
And-
On the top of the box, written in sleek Western fonts is presumably the title.Luciferin your Classroom?What the heck?
It looks fanciful though, it’s not going to be some unintelligible English movie again.
It’s not right …… Why is it here?
Just as I was standing frozen in the foyer with Lucifer in your Classroom in hand, big question marks rising in my head, the door slammed open in front of me.
I’m back – Hey, what’s up, Tiger? Why are you pouting here instead of studying?
Don’t mind, Dad. It’s just a walk in the park.
So close-! Thought I was dead.
Nothing went wrong, though, and the moment the door opened, I was on my back there hiding the thing underneath me.
Whew …… what a close call.
I don’t know who did this, but it could be a trap to frame me. If I’m seen with this, there’s a good chance I’ll be the target of criticism at the family meeting.
My father, who was carrying a briefcase in his hand, looked down with a reproachful gaze at me, who was maintaining a strange posture.
…… Just now, I heard the wife next door say that psychological counseling for students seems to be very prevalent these days.
Wait, wait …… Don’t jump to conclusions, I’m normal. It’s just …… right, today, a little overused.
You’re full of shit. How can you possibly study to the point of accumulating so much stress?
That’s an outrageous thing to say. You’re still a parent. Can’t you trust your own children a little more.
That’s not true. You know I’m not bad.
And that’s thanks to the wonderful Manny? A childhood playmate coming to give you personal counseling. Don’t take it all as a credit to yourself. When have you ever studied by yourself?
Uh ……
Also, you need to listen to your mom more, being an English teacher’s kid and having such poor English.
Spot on, so I can’t argue with it. Wasn’t I reading a comic 5 minutes ago.
I hid lucifer in your Classroom under my shirt and crept across the floor like the larva of an inchworm moth to leave this place of wrongdoing. Behind me, however, came my father’s voice, the
Tiger, Daddy doesn’t mind much, but don’t read that kind of H book at the front door, and don’t ever let your mom know about it!
Too bad. As expected of a father, he was able to guess from my strange demeanor. Although I was also criticized for hiding yellow books.
However, what is now hidden under my belly is in a sense more than those things if found.
After carefully stalling my father, I clutched the book like a rugby player holding onto the ball with a death grip and ran up the steps with a sharpness. Dashing into my room and closing the door behind me, I finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
Phew ……
Pulling the item from his shirt, he carefully held it in his right hand while wiping the sweat from the back of his left hand.
Mission accomplished. I’ve been doing this kind of work for a long time, and I’m not going to tell you why.
I’m sure all you healthy middle and high school boys can appreciate what I mean.
…… Alas, it’s still taken back ah.
I said to myself as I squinted at Lucifer in your Classroom.
Anyway, there was no other way in that situation. At that time, I was looking for an excuse not to study, and I was really interested in this unlikely item.
For this reason, I had to give up my preparatory review for the day and decided to start the investigation of the item immediately.
My room is the size of 6 tatami mats, with a bed, a desk, and bookcases and closets for storing reference books and comics and such.
Grass-green blankets plus blue curtains, and only perfectly ordinary calendars on the walls, no posters at all.
Other than that, there was a small radio, but no computer, TV, game console or anything like that. Of course, my sister’s room had all these things, but she locked the door when she left the house and gave it to my mom, telling her not to let me in.
How’s that for a characterless room? Because my principle is to live as ordinary as possible, this is just right for my temperament.
…… Whose is this anyway?
I went through the faces of everyone in my family in my head. …… Still haven’t come up with an owner worthy of Lucifer in yourClassroom.
Hmmm – …… What the hell is going on? Why was this thing there? Did it fall out of mom’s bag?
Just as I was opening the lid of this CD-ROM case while pondering
Aha ……!
Again, I was struck by the intensity, much more so than when I saw the box.
As far as the result is concerned it is. Instead of, the Lucifer inyou Classroom disc, the box held one other similar disc.
…… It happens all the time. When I listen to music on CD, I often think it’s too much trouble to put the records back in their original boxes one by one and just put them around.
Afterwards, there was no small amount of confusion caused by the fact that I couldn’t figure out which CD was in which box.
Presumably the owner of this disc was lazy like me and put other discs that I don’t know if they are Blu-ray or not in the case of Luciferin you Classroom.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh. I see. It happens all the time.
But-but ……
Why is the title of the CD-ROM playing inside “Fall in love with your son”? It’s a teacher, it’s a mom, and it’s just for me to see, so what the hell is this trying to instigate me to do?
And what’s with this so-compelling R18 logo?
…… be cool ……
A cold sweat broke out on my forehead and I was breathing heavily.
That was close. That was a close one. If you ask me what was so close, it was the encounter with my father.
I would have killed myself if this thing had just been discovered, but of course I can’t rule out the possibility of his murder.
Even though I don’t know much about this area, instincts still set off alarm bells for me locally. The pitch black evil atmosphere emanating from this title is truly amazing ……! Even without that compelling logo, just looking at a title makes it clear! No matter how you think about it, this thing shouldn’t be held by me or my mom ……
…… I’m really unlucky today, …… that’s all to blame for this stuff too.
I gazed at the mesmerizing disc.
Asshole ……
Now that it’s over, we must find out who owns this CD-ROM in order to get out of this mess.
I was angry with the owner of the CD-ROM for my bad day and was determined to find him out.
…… But things are getting even more uncertain.
What’s even more unclear is, of course, the owner of this strange CD. Based on the fact that the box of “Lucifer in your Classroom” contains the suspicious CD-ROM “Falling in Love with Your Son”, if I’m not mistaken, the owner of this CD-ROM should have both “Lucifer inyour Classroom” and “Falling in Love with Your Son” in his possession.
Then again, judging from the fact that the place where this CD was dropped was the back of a shoebox in my house, it’s highly likely that the owner of this CD is someone who lives in my house, meaning it’s my sister, my mother, my father, and me, one of the four.
Of course, it’s not as if there’s no one else in or out of the house besides the family, so the possibility of an outside offender can’t be completely ruled out. For example, Mom confiscated the CDs from the guy in her class, hmmm. But who would bring a CD of “Let’s Fall in Love with Our Son” to school in a Lucifer in your Classroom box!
Hmmm – ……
All in all, it’s just not helpful to think in the direction of an outside offender right now, so I’ve decided to keep the suspects within the family for now.
Me, my mother, my father and, of course, my sister who is always away …… If the culprit is among these people, then consider objectively who is the most suspicious ……? The person in the family who is most likely to be in possession of Luciferin your Classroom and Let’s Fall in Love with Our Son is ……
Is that me? What a pain in the ass.
No, no, no, no. Of course it’s not me. The reasoning I did just now was just from the perspective of who is most likely to have these things, but it’s still a bit sad that I can only think that it’s me.
Anyway, that thing wasn’t mine. I was sexually restless because I was going through puberty, but I never developed an interest in my mom. There were people in my class who talked enthusiastically about male-female relationships, but they basically never progressed to such an unorthodox subject as incest either.
But isn’t it the same for the rest of the family ……?
I held my head in annoyance over the obvious conclusion.
Isn’t that so? First of all, it’s impossible for the sister, right? She hasn’t been home in a while, and the box and the disk look like they were just published. And then Dad, who’s completely mechanically illiterate, even if he wanted to watch it, he doesn’t look like he’d use a player. It’s hard to imagine Dad, with his angular gangster face, enjoying pornography. And what about mom-that should be the first to be excluded. I remember when my pornographic books were seized, she was the one who lectured me the most.
And there is only one thing to note, my home does not have a Blu-ray player ah, the living room does not have, the study does not have, even if our family this aspect of the most into the oldest sister’s Ps3 has long been moved to the school ah.
I can’t imagine that anyone in the family would spend money on a DVD to watch something like “Fall in Love with Your Son”, and I’m afraid that even the title of the movie is stomach-churning for Mom. She’s a middle school teacher, and she’s probably out partying with her friends today, right?
LOL – so convinced. Can’t figure it out at all.
My reasoning was completely stranded. Maybe the culprit really wasn’t in the family’s range, but once you expand the suspect’s range to include outsiders, it’s an endless list of people.
Not at all. I guess I don’t have the talent to be a detective.
So what should I do? So troublesome, or just leave it alone?
No …… still, still want to know anyway. I must find out the culprit.
I can’t believe it myself, how did I become so active? If I were my usual self, I would have given up and slept until dinner. In hindsight, I realized that if I had stopped pursuing the matter, I would have been living a normal life as usual.
But it didn’t actually work out that way. Because I decided to pursue the matter further. Of course, I didn’t realize at the time that, for better or worse, I had already decided my fate by then.
Because of this incident, I stepped on a king-sized landmine-
It was now three minutes past six. I scratched my head as I walked out of my room, ready to walk downstairs to call for takeout. But halfway down the stairs, I stopped again. Because I saw my mom’s figure in the foyer.
…… Ah, it’s already back ah.
Probably forgot something important at school again.
Incidentally, today’s mom is wearing a low-waisted, short-sleeved black dress on top, with a white baby doll neckline that adds a few moments of sweetness and playfulness to the elegance, flesh-colored stockings, and a pair of black fish-mouth fine-heeled high-heeled shoes. To be honest, I really didn’t look particularly closely. But mom’s dress was really decent, emphasizing her wonderful figure, if she said she was a fashion model, I guess anyone would believe it.
…… Isn’t this adorable.
But that doesn’t seem like such a good way to describe a mother, not to mention that our relationship wasn’t all that amicable.
-Back to business. I was halfway up the stairs waiting for Mom to move away from the stairway.
…… hmm?
But there was something wrong with the way she looked. It was obvious that all you had to do was open the door and there was the living room, but Mom didn’t have the slightest intention of going there, instead she stood frozen near the foyer.
What is that guy at …… doing?
I couldn’t keep waiting around like a fool, so I headed for the bottom of the steps.
Standing in front of the door leading to the living room, hand on the knob.
I snapped my head around.
…… I said, what are you doing?
…… ah?
I got a vicious glare.
…… Damn it. Why did I strike up a conversation with this guy when I knew it was going to be like this ……
Am I stupid?
Cut, nothing.
I said as I turned the door handle hard.
Delivery arrived in no time.
The table was already set with pizza pies and drinks for dinner. This room, where the whole family eats together, looks spacious as it is designed as a living room, dining room and kitchen in one body with no division in the center.
Me, sitting at the dining room table facing my dad and mom.
On the TV, newscasters were announcing how foreign exports were going and other such recent high-profile real-world topics.
Dad takes big bites of pizza. Always came home and showered straight into his pajamas, like a gangster. In reality it was the opposite. Dad was a cop.
The mom on the other side of the room didn’t say a word. This guy was basically cold to his family. Watching her eat in silence, I couldn’t help but think that this guy was quite similar to Dad. Especially with that sharp eye.
Our family at the dinner table feels like its usual family. Ordinary, great.
I ate my pizza without a word, watching for the time to implement a plan of action.
I’m talking about the plan to find out who owns that disk, of course.
Although …… it is called a plan, in fact, it is not that powerful, just a common and simple program. Simply put, it’s just that the reasoning won’t go anywhere, so I decided to find a time when all the suspects are present, to knock the mountain to shake the tiger. And now, this heavenly opportunity is in front of me.
I finished my miso soup with clams in it and asked, as if nothing had happened.
I’m going to the convenience store after dinner. Anyone want me to bring anything?
Yeah? Well, bring back one of those ice creams that’s always in the commercials these days.
realize
After ending the unproductive conversation with my mom, I said in a casual manner:
That being said, my class recently got hooked on a movie that puts the teacher in the picture. Uh-, remember it was called lucifer or something.
Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?
The first person to react to my temptation was Dad. Could it be that ……
It’s nothing. It’s just that he introduced me and said it was interesting, so I thought it’d be okay to take a look.
No, you don’t have time to watch a movie right now. Doing your homework is the point! Right, mom?
But Mom didn’t pick up on the words Dad handed her, and I quietly glanced at my mom sitting diagonally across from me.
Mom bit her lips tightly, perhaps because her whole body was too tense, the tips of the chopsticks held in her hands trembled slightly. …… Ah? Hello, hello ……?
…… cozy vertebrae?
Dad noticed Mom’s abnormality and called out softly that
…… I’m full
Mom stood up angrily and strutted out of the living room.
The door to the room slammed shut. Then came the sound of thumping and running back to the first floor bedroom.
…… What’s going on …… your mom her?
No, not really ……
I casually glossed over my surprised dad. To be honest, I did get confused.
What’s …… so mad about? That guy …… What part of the conversation just now pissed off mom? If anything, she was the culprit and sensed my temptation….
…… alas ……
But …… that reaction from mom was indeed unusual. …… Maybe it really did reveal itself in my temptation.
Of course, I don’t think we can identify the culprit based on this alone. It’s not like there aren’t other suspicious people in the house just for the sake of suspicion. ……
Owner of lucifer in your classroom I picked up in the foyer ……
Could it really be …… mom?
It does make a lot of sense if one assumes that the owner of the CD is the mom.
I’m afraid it fell when it collided with me in the evening. The disc fell right between the wall and the gap between the shoebox when the contents of the bag fell apart.
Then, after arriving at her destination, mom opened her bag only to realize that it was gone.
That’s why you look for …… in the foyer just before you eat dinner
And to add to that, if indeed the CD was put in the wrong box, as I suspect it was, what the mom is going to take with her when she goes out is not “Let’s fall in love with our son” but “lucifer inyour classroom”.
…… But what exactly is it that you must take that thing with you to do? The question was beyond the reach of my imagination.
I said to myself.
Okay, I’ll go to the convenience store.
…… Looks like I have no talent for acting. Anyway, I didn’t think it would go so well from the beginning. I would have been surprised if I had actually taken the bait.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, I walked downstairs with a deliberately loud commotion and slammed the door to my house with a hard thud.
After leaving the house, I walked for a while in the direction of the convenience store, but when I came to the corner instead of choosing the road that led to the convenience store, I went around the back of the house along another road. Ask me what I was going to do. Nothing really, just thinking about it from the prisoner’s point of view. If mom was the culprit, she probably would have realized that I was the one who picked up that thing.
So what would I do if I were a mom?
There’s no better strategy than to get that thing back when I’m not looking and then act like I don’t know anything about it-which must be the case.
Just now, my mom lost her usual calmness and was clearly out of sorts. In that case – there was a possibility that she might be unable to hold back and take advantage of the opening when I was out to look for that CD. Therefore, although the possibility of her taking the bait is not high, I still set up a simple trap. No, no matter what, she wouldn’t take the bait …… How could …… it be?
While muttering this, I returned home through the back door and tiptoed up the stairs. Then jerked open the door to my room.
Huh-! ….
…… Hey …… what are you doing?
……！？
Ah-!? No, it can’t be true, can it? Surprisingly, it really appeared ah…… this guy.
Yes, is there a level of impatience? You guys.
Mom was on her knees and hands at this point, sprawled out in the center of my room. Startled at the sound of my voice, she turned her head pale.
The face was obviously terrified. But the sight that was still like looking at **** was like a knife in my heart.
…… Did you hear me? I’m asking you what you’re doing.
What’s …… got to do with you?
Mom gritted her teeth, still with her ass toward the door. Maybe it was because she was nervous, breathing hard.
…… Why don’t you care about me? Randomly breaking into people’s rooms and searching …… How would you feel if this happened to you?
And your hand is not reaching out to the right place, is it? What place is not good to rummage through, but to rummage through my secret stash of books. Because of this unspeakable indignation, I retorted coldly.
……
Mom, on the other hand, turned her head without a word. Perhaps it was the anger that brought a red flush to her face. Then silently, she slowly stood up and walked towards me.
get out of the way
Not allowed. Answer my question – what are you doing here?
Get out of the way!
…… I know, you’re looking for this stuff, right?
Faced with an angry mom close at hand, though a little wincing, I slowly took the box of lucifierin your classroom that I had hidden from under my belly shirt. Mom’s reaction, on the other hand, was a dramatic turnaround.
This is ……!
hey
Mom reached for it in a swift motion, but luckily I was nimble enough to avoid it.
I pretended to look smug as I slapped the back of the disc case with the palm of my hand and said.
Hmph, this, indeed, is yours.
How can ……
Mom replied with extreme unhappiness. Hey, hey …… I said, your words and actions are not consistent at all Oh.
Isn’t it? This, I picked up over the foyer in the evening. Wasn’t it something you dropped when you bumped into me?
Absolutely not. The …… is not mine. Then …… how could I possibly want to read something …… like that?
Mom wasn’t going to admit it in the slightest, and now it was never going to end.
If you weren’t looking for this, then what were you doing in my room?
…… That’s because …… that’s because!
Because? Because of what?
At my questioning, my mom fell silent again.
Mom’s shoulders shook slightly, and she seemed to clench her lips in resignation, keeping her head down.
Obviously, because of my relentless pursuit, my mom felt very humiliated.
It’s no wonder, it’s the equivalent of the guy I hate being proudly in front of me and saying hey, you own this porno book, right? Hey, hey, hey. I must have been so angry and ashamed.
Mom gazed at me with the eyes of one looking at an enemy, and though she said nothing, it was a revealing display of hostility toward me.
…… asshole. Why is mom looking at me with this hate-filled gaze.
Damn …… things are getting ridiculous ……. I obviously didn’t care about this guy a long time ago, so why would I do something like this to embarrass myself?
Forget it! No more games!
giving you
I slipped the box into my mom’s arms. Still filled with a sense of loathing in her eyes, she looked up at me.
It must be something important, right? Here you go. Keep it.
Said, said it wasn’t mine …… it was mine to confiscate from the students in my class
Then you should return it or get rid of it.
Huh?
Mom looked at me confused.
Why the look? I wasn’t bullying mom for fun, I was just trying to find out who this disk really belonged to. Now that I’ve figured it out, there’s no need to bother with you anymore. -I saw the doubt in my mom’s expression and silently muttered this in my heart, but didn’t show it at all. I’m sorry, I guess I misunderstood. I know this isn’t yours. Though I don’t know whose it really belongs to, it’s useless for me to hold it anyway. While apologizing to you, could you please get rid of this disk?
All compromised to this point, mom finally opened up and
…… Well …… that’s fine
After that, he finally agreed to take the disk. I dodged to the side and made way for the door to the room. Mom brushed past me and walked out of the room while I went into my room. LOL ……
Exhausted-I sat down on my butt on the bed and tilted my head backwards to look at the ceiling.
That’s when my mom, who I thought was long gone, spoke up.
…… that one, are you listening?
Huh?
She hasn’t left yet. It’s a pain in the ass. Let’s go.
I turned my head to see that my mom was looking at me tentatively, if the usual her words would never show such a peaceful expression to me. …… Sh, what’s the matter ……? …… What’s wrong?
…… Or, …… think it’s funny, right?
What do you find funny?
I mean …… that one, it’s just an analogy lah. …… such as, if this, is my words …… is not feel ridiculous ……
…… cut.
It’s okay. It’s not funny.
Although I felt impatient in my heart, I answered verbally. Because I want to get rid of this guy quickly, if I don’t say that, I’ll probably explode again. …… Really, why are you picking a fight with me? ……I didn’t return it to you because I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it due to your reserve. In any case, it is also your own clumsiness to lose things to trigger this series of things it …… have to thank me is right, how can you still backtrack on a rake.
…… Is that what you …… think? …… Really?
Uh-huh. I wouldn’t even laugh at you if the CD was yours. But I do wonder why you’re watching some weird “Fall in Love with Your Son” movie when you have a living, breathing son.
I was just going to snark on mom.
Is it true?
You’re so difficult. Just believe me when I say it’s true.
I said this in a completely perfunctory mood, but my mom seemed content to hear it.
…… is it. …… turns out to be so
Mom nodded and ran out of the room with Lucifer in your classroom in her arms like a treasure. This scene somehow reminds me of a similar one a long, long time ago. …… But I can’t remember.
Can’t you close the door when …… leaves?
I whined as I lay down on my back on the bed.
Nothing happened for two days after that. Mom and I went on as usual. I didn’t intend to do anything about it even though I learned about the unknown side of my mom, but rather wanted to forget about it quickly.
To be honest, there had indeed been curiosity as to how such a mom could be into that sort of thing. Could it be that mom really has a tendency in this regard?
But I don’t want to pry into other people’s secrets for that either, because it’s too much trouble.
But ……
Just late one night, while I was sleeping, I suddenly felt a pain attacking my cheek.
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It’s so unpleasant to be woken up like that. It’s like getting slapped on the cheek.
What’s going on? A home invasion! I was startled and hurriedly opened my eyes to check.
So blinding. It seemed that someone had turned on the lights in the room. I felt a heavy weight on my stomach, and even my hands and feet were tied up. How much did I sleep? …… Hello!
Yes, it’s you!
I was even more dumbfounded when I saw the identity of the attacker. My heart is still pounding because I was suddenly attacked in the middle of the night.
…… Don’t make a sound
The person who attacked me was my mom in her pajamas. Well, I’m not describing it accurately, what mom is wearing is not pajamas at all, who would wear this kind of thing to sleep ah, I don’t want to spit out this little black lace bra can’t cover a pair of mom’s boobs, but what’s wrong with a slit in the middle of this bra? It just so happens to reveal that a grab of pink nipples, not to mention the garter belt and black net stockings and crotch thongs, crotch! What a situation. As I tried to straighten my upper body, my mom was propped up on my bed with her knees and hands on top of me, her obviously made-up face in front of her eyes.
…… I said mom ……! What the hell are you doing ……
…… Didn’t I tell you to keep quiet? What time do you think it is?
I was about to chastise my mom when she lowered her voice and threatened me instead.
I always feel like I should be the one to say what time do you think it is.
…… No, it’s late at night …… I’m in bed in my own room, and my mom is pressed on top of me, looking at each other so close …… This scene, exactly? If you take out this scene alone, it looks like a scene from “Fall in Love with Your Son”, although I haven’t seen it. Out of this situation, my heart was about to crack.
…… always, always get off my bed first ……
Adjusting my nervous breathing, I ordered my mom in this way. But mom didn’t seem to want to obey me. Though I had expected it.
Mom just pulled her hair back behind her ears with her hands and remained motionless on top of me afterward.
interjection or grunt of agreement or recognition (e.g. yes, it’s me!)
I asked after I sighed with my hand over my cheek, and
What do you want? What do you want? I’m sure it’s something.
But Mom didn’t answer me at all, but simply brought her mouth over, her red lips kissing and sealing my mouth, her soft, moist tongue sliding in along with it.
…… What are you doing?
Mom seemed nervous, her hands going awkwardly back and forth over my body, her cheeks flushed.
I’m flirting ah. After saying this, Mom blushed a breath to the base of her neck.
When she finished, Mom kissed again, wetter and lasting longer. Toward the end the kisses simply came out. Mom couldn’t seem to control her drool, which continued to flow into my mouth until I nearly choked.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.
We all unconsciously looked is groaning.
Ah, it’s so big!
Suddenly mom drew her wet lips away and looked at my cock in surprise. It turned out that I had an erection without realizing it, and my dick was up against the open crotch of Mom’s thong through her pajama pants, which made her jump.
But the shock didn’t stay on Mom’s face for long, it was soon replaced by excitement. Mom turned around, quickly pulled down my pajama pants and grabbed my dick in her mouth and began to stimulate the eye of my horse with her soft tongue. In fact, this is not the key point, the key point is that Mom’s flabby buttocks are now located directly above my face, the panties that do not use much cloth at all can not cover the white ass balls, and Mom’s asshole and butterfly B is also presented in front of me in a few minutes.
To be honest I really didn’t mean to kiss on it, but the lewdness kept flowing out, and I started to just try to plug the dripping little B. But it seemed to spur Mom on, and she made it to my face with one buttock as if her legs had suddenly gone limp.
Ah. Oh. Oh. Ah. Ahh. Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Aah! Mom lost her voice.
Holy shit, should it be that good, I chimed in.
My face was buried in Mom’s ass, my mouth to my little B, and my nose surprisingly right here in Mom’s asshole. Luckily there was no odor, but the position still made me uncomfortable. I started bobbing my head.
Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ahh. Ohh. Ohh. Ahh. Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Ahh! Mom started lewdly talking.
I realized that I couldn’t solve the problem at all by shaking my head, and what was worse was that I had accidentally applied my tongue just now, and mom’s little B was so tight that there was no way for me to retract my tongue, and the lewd water secreted from her little B was even pouring directly into my mouth along with my tongue.
My penis side, mom is also smacking the taste, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, sometimes tight and sometimes loose, make me also can not stop, want to shoot still rest, heart good itch uncomfortable. I know that this is my mom and I played a game, well, you do not let me shoot, I let you shoot a painful.
I began to send my tongue deeper and started twisting it around wildly, my mouth sucking in the air as if I were sucking juice. Sure enough, the amount of Mom’s lustful water continued unabated.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ahh. Ohh. Ohh. Ahh. Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Aah!
This slutty slut. I cursed in my heart. As much as possible to find a son to suck their own pussy. Let you see those incestuous things, surely this little B has been itching for a long time, I don’t know how much slut water is stored inside.
I suddenly stopped attacking, haha, I’ll see what you do with this slutty mom
Mom really didn’t know what to do. Let go of my dick. Why don’t you suck it? I don’t know, I’m just going to say, “You’re out of your mind.
Mom sat up straight and started pressing her ass harder against my face, even holding my face with both hands to prevent me from moving around.
Shit, I mentally cursed again, my nose is up your slutty bitch ass.
And as if Mom wasn’t going to stop, she pressed harder and I started to feel like I was suffocating. Well, when I woke up a few minutes later, I realized that I had really choked until I passed out. I realized that my face and pillow were spattered with Mom’s piss, and that this usual teacher had been sucked off by her son to the point of incontinence.
You’re trying to get me killed, aren’t you? I said viciously, but of course after I said that I realized that I had never dared to speak to my mother in that tone of voice. Of course it then occurred to me that my mom was really nothing more than a slut who needed her son’s meat.
Mom began to untie the ropes that bound my hands and feet.
What? You can finally untie your son, you rapist.
Your bed is dirty from mom. Let’s go to your sister’s room.
Can’t we do it tomorrow? I replied with reluctance written all over my face, but my mom refused.
Instead, he wore a look of impatience. Tomorrow won’t do. It had to be now Sure enough, that mom was still the same mom, no matter how hot and sexy and seductive lingerie she wore.
Why?
…… no matter what now
I know, I know. Won’t budge. What a willful lustful slut.
Shaking my head impatiently, I gave up resisting.
…… Hurry up!
Mom looked at me with commanding eyes and tugged my arm hard. The two of us arrived at the door of my oldest sister’s room so close to naked. Mom skillfully opened the door with the key.
What a great preparation, I thought to myself.
My sister’s room is right next door to my room. Not many people have stayed in it since my sister went to school the year before last. Of course, I haven’t been in there once so far.
I originally thought that I would not enter that room in the future, right …… but I was greeted as a guest in the middle of the night, naked and holding my penis. Even this morning I would never have believed such a thing. Anyway, the current situation is really out of line ah.
…… It’s okay. Come on in.
…… hmmm
Mom went ahead and entered the room first. At her urging, I stepped into my sister’s room for the first time. There was no particular emotion, just that the room was very girly.
…… Hey, it’s bigger than my room.
It’s got to be more than 10 square meters. There’s a bed, a closet, a writing desk, a bookcase, and a dressing mirror and a record rack …… and so on.
The décor wasn’t much better than my room, but the overall color was a reddish hue.
If there was anything else that was different, it was that there was also a computer desk with a monitor on it and a computer and game console on either side of it.
The room was quite stylish despite its lack of personality. It matched my usual impression of my sister perfectly.
What is …… sneaky looking at?
Didn’t see anything.
Unbelievable. It’s obvious that you brought me here yourself, and you talk like that.
Mom pointed to the bed.
Please be seated.
It seemed that the tense and intense atmosphere of earlier had washed away somewhat. Mom seemed to have become much calmer as well, but she was still dressed ambiguously and I was still naked, and I began to become uncomfortable, reaching out for my sister’s quilt to cover myself.
Don’t move. You’re gonna get dirty.
Just as I was getting pissed off at her, she seemed to make up her mind, stood up, and walked to the front of the bookshelf.
…… Hmm? What the hell are you going to do?
Just when I was completely puzzled, my mom moved one of the two bookshelves in front of me. I wondered how she could move a bookshelf so easily, but when I looked closely, I realized that the books inside had already been taken out and put on the bed. The bookshelf that occupied an entire wall was moved, revealing a large section of the wall.
Hey hey …… what are you …… doing?
Mom simply ignored my question and put her shoulder to the remaining bookshelf against the wall, pushing it toward the just-empty spot.
Hiss, hiss …… The wide bookshelf moved away a little. Appearing on that wall were the sliding doors of a closet. It turned out to be a hidden storage room.
Wow, awesome ……
Mom said, after catching her breath.
…… You know, this closet is a secret …… between your sister and me. It’s only blocked off with bookshelves to keep people from finding out.
It is so …… I said why my sister is always so suspicious that she won t let me enter her room.
Mom reached out and put her hand on the sliding door, but she didn’t see her open it.
Mom stared at me with a hesitant look on her face.
From all these things so far, even the foolish me can basically guess what’s placed on the other side of that sliding door. I can also roughly guess the reason for her hesitation.
Snap ……
Pssst… ……
…… Hmm? Seems like something …… fell on the floor oh.
Before I could take a closer look at the contents of the closet, my attention was drawn to something that had fallen to the floor, and I reached down to pick it up.
Another box of CD-ROMs-
The title is “Fall in love with your mom directoredition Vol. 4”.
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh ……!
It almost didn’t choke me. There’s more than one of these things, huh?
Of course, when I turned my eyes to the cabinet I was stunned. To say that I was stunned by what was going on was the oversized closet space that was beyond my imagination and the contents of this space that I was embarrassed to look at directly.
This …… this is …… what is all this ……
The first thing that caught my eye was the upper level, which was densely packed with CDs. There were cheesy packages of every color, from VCDs to Blu-rays, for God’s sake! There were also videotapes. There were all kinds of unpleasant names printed on the spine of the box, “Mother and Son Hot Springs Trip of Inbred Adultery”, “Lascivious Mother Seducing Teenage Daughter”, “Shameful Mother’s Mid-Exit in the Wild”, and so on. I couldn’t help but stand up and move over.
Mom, however, blocked my way, and instead of looking directly at me she turned her head sideways. Tiger, I need you, do you like me?
What the hell, this can no longer be explained by detachment from reality. I was barely maintaining my sanity. But Mom suddenly reached out and hugged me, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and pouted as she came closer.
God, my mom can’t be this cute! It must be an illusion, usually my mom is strict, even in bed just now she was just lewd and rude, and where is this coming from?
I saw that my mom wasn’t backing down and I put my mouth on it.
The kiss wasn’t long, but it was strong and rich with emotion, and seemed to mean something that the slow-witted me just hadn’t realized yet.
Mom took me on a tour of the closet of whatever it was, and it was breathtaking and eye-opening!
What yellow book is simply weak, all kinds of cosplay costumes from maids to doctors to gothic loli costumes have everything, sexy lingerie is all kinds of. Sex toys or SM equipment is also the same, whips, handcuffs, cotton rope, collars, blindfolds, gags, bondage belts, bondage rope, of course, there are many I do not know. All kinds of lotions and other things are also neatly arranged in a bottle.
What’s this? I asked.
Anal Expander. Mom seemed a little embarrassed thought in my arms.
Further down all kinds of dildos come into view, big and small, thick and thin, long and short, single head and multi-head, electric and manual, everything.
God, how much have you guys been hiding? What have you done?
Instead of answering me, Mom went over to the cabinet and pulled out a random box, then went over and turned on the computer, inserted the CD, gestured for me to sit down, and put the headphones on me.
Immediately the computer screen appeared with mom and sister, both dressed in erotic and seductive outfits respectively, touching each other.
Oh my god I sighed out, oh my god, my oldest sister has such a great body! On the screen, my sister’s huge breasts have long been held in my mom’s mouth, while both of their hands have reached into each other’s bottoms, rubbing them constantly. I couldn’t stand the teasing, my dick got even harder. I impatiently used the mouse to fall back, my sister is sitting on mom’s face to oil mom’s body, mom’s body became shiny, and. And my sister’s lustful screams in the headphones became more and more intense and tight.
Oh my god, the slutty mother and daughter! I finished my exclamation before I realized I was talking about Mom and Sis. I fell back again, this time the mother has long been old sister with bondage rope fixed in the bed pouting ass standing on the ground, and sister waist with a dildo, is rhythmic thrusting. But there is no screaming in the ear, it turns out that mom’s little mouth has long been gagged, but my sister is on the side of the slut shouted you little bitch, not quickly call me this good husband, give me a meat stick?
Mom on the side can not say, can only whimper birth, sister added even did not say anything, you a little stuffy bitch! Said the hand side took the anal expander just mentioned by mom, smeared some lotion and inserted it into mom’s asshole. The camera gave a close-up of mom’s asshole, the little black asshole twitching. Little slut, is it time for your daddy’s meat stick?
The camera panned back to mom’s face, a face that had long been suffocating redness shaking like a rattle as saliva continued to flow down the gag. Could it be that you want your brother’s meat stick? Sister said again. Mom didn’t respond, only to hear a snap as she began to hesitantly nod her head, presumably because Sister was whipping Mom’s fat ass with the whip. Sister began to laugh and used her hand to undo the gag in mom’s mouth as she coughed then sucked in a big gulp of air. Let me ask you again, do you want your brother’s rod in your slutty ass Mom hesitated again, resulting in another snap. Yes, yes mom said in a rush.
What is it? What do you want? Whose what? Where to put it?
My sister asked aggressively. I want my brother’s rod, Tiger’s big rod, in me, in my mom’s little slutty ass.
Just then I heard Mom call out to me and I looked back, although my nerves had already endured an overdose tonight, the image at this point nonetheless caused me to add again on top of Ben’s nothingness. Mom had taken off her sexy lingerie from earlier, presumably because it was soiled from her earlier incontinence. And put on her usual work attire! The school’s female teacher’s suit!
The small suit jacket mom only fastened one button, two big breasts through a layer of transparent tulle holding up the nipples to greet me. It turned out that Mom was wearing a full set of one-piece black tulle sheer lace bodysuit underneath the jacket, which reached down to her heels. The skirt underneath was just short enough to cover mom’s little slutty B.
And a pair of red super high heels that looked so much like wedding shoes that I had never seen before made Mom’s legs look straighter.
I want my brother’s rod, Tiger’s big rod, in me, in Mommy’s little slutty asshole. Oh, no, it’s not just the asshole!
Mom repeated what she had just said and said leaning herself over the bed in handcuffs and leaning down to reveal where my cock would be tonight.
Haha, seeing my lovely mom at this time, I no longer hesitate, I know, my sister did not finish the task to have me to continue ah!