In the bathroom, after cleaning up the mess below, I took a shower.
While showering, the earlier scenes couldn't help but resurface in my mind.
Ever since I first encountered explicit content in seventh grade, what I'd seen had always been about normal relationships between men and women.
But today, reading that incestuous novel for the first time, it felt like a whole new world had opened up.
Before, I only saw Mom as my elder—a beautiful, gentle, and loving elder whom I should respect and care for my entire life.
But after everything that happened today, although Mom's identity hadn't changed, my feelings toward her had shifted.
I began to see Mom as a woman—a beautiful woman, one who could fulfill my fantasies.
At that moment, the heroine in the novel took on a clearer form. I started merging Mom with the novel's protagonist, placing her into my imagined scenarios, picturing her being conquered by me, moaning and submitting beneath me!
Mom's every smile, her voice and appearance, her beautiful figure, her gentle personality, and even the strong contrast I inferred in her—everything about Mom stirred my heart, making me desperately want to have her. Not just her body, but her heart too—to make Mom fall completely in love with me.
I knew this wasn't like in novels, where it could be easily achieved.
In reality, it was something incredibly difficult to accomplish.
But once this thought took root in my mind, it sprouted, grew rapidly, and became a towering tree I could no longer shake off.
At that moment, my life gained a clear goal: to have Mom.
To achieve this goal, I needed a feasible plan—a long-term one. This wasn't something that could be accomplished quickly. I had to be patient, follow the plan step by step, and only then might I have a chance to succeed.
I recall reading in a book once: only exceptional men can make women fall in love with them. So, this plan needs to be carried out in two parts:
First, start with myself—become more outstanding and improve my academic performance, which is what my mother cares about most.
Then, I need to exercise diligently so that I can protect my mother in the future. Besides, I've learned a lot about sexual matters and know that only with a strong body can one conquer a woman in bed.
Second, I need to understand my mother's preferences and habits. As the art of war says: know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.
Only by understanding my mother can I better bridge the gap between us, gradually changing my position in her heart so that she no longer sees me just as her son but also as a man.
With the plan laid out, my mind conjured up the image of riding atop my mother's curvaceous body, galloping freely. Instantly, my heart swelled with strength.
Of course, there was also my "brother." Having expended quite a bit of energy today, it stood tall and proud again, eager to showcase its prowess and mount up for a gallop.
After drying off, I returned to my bedroom, opened my books, and resumed the unfinished homework. Fueled by my inner goal, I felt incredibly motivated. Even the usually annoying homework seemed endearing now.
Once I finished my homework, I resisted the usual urge to immediately pick up my phone. Instead, I started reviewing the lessons for tomorrow.
In my class, my academic performance has always been above average, hovering around the 20th place.
With three months left until the next assessment exam, I plan to study hard and aim for the top ten to surprise my mother.
To achieve this small goal, I need to study even harder.
"Farewell, my games, my novels, my wonderful life!" After bidding farewell to my hobbies, I threw myself into studying.
Time flew by, and by the time I finished reviewing, it was already 10 p.m.
Having drunk too much water earlier, I decided to use the bathroom before going to bed. Starting today, I'll sleep early and wake up early to take care of my body. The first step in my fitness journey begins with morning runs.
Lost in thought, I walked to the bathroom. After finishing up and washing my hands, a faint hint of blue caught the corner of my eye. Curious, I glanced over and saw my mother's black professional suit from today in the laundry basket. The white blouse was neatly folded over the black skirt, and at the intersection, a subtle yet striking shade of blue stood out. Beside it lay a pair of semi-transparent black stockings.
Imagining my mother lying in bed, her fair, slender legs tightly wrapped in those stockings, her graceful figure outlining perfect curves, her elegant toes lightly touching me—the sensation seemed to ripple through my entire body. Finally, I understood what it meant to be captivated by a pair of legs.
Lost in this fantasy, my hand moved uncontrollably, picking up my mother's stockings and bringing them to my nose. I took a deep breath. "This is my mother's scent," I thought. Even after a full day of wear, there was no unpleasant odor—only a faint, elusive hint of jasmine.
"How amazing would it feel if these wrapped around down there?" The thought barely formed before my hand acted, pulling down my shorts and underwear and slipping the stockings over my throbbing member.
"Hiss~" An unprecedented wave of pleasure instantly spread throughout my body from where the stockings made contact. My cock felt like it was about to explode, and the speed of my hand began to quicken.
As I gradually adjusted, enjoying the sensation of the stockings, my gaze drifted toward that faint hint of blue from earlier.
Driven by curiosity, my right hand continued its motion while my left hand pinched the pale blue item and lifted it upward. A thin piece of fabric appeared in my left hand.
The fabric was pale blue, shaped like an inverted triangle, with lace trimming the edges. The center was made of semi-transparent material, and the back consisted of a narrow strap. Such a small piece of fabric held immense temptation.
Only now did I confirm that my earlier speculation was correct—Mom was indeed wearing a thong, and such a provocative, alluring one at that. Mom truly was a woman with hidden desires.
Knowing this, I felt my chances of success in my plan had increased, and a surge of excitement welled up inside me. The cock between my legs thickened even more.
My right hand kept moving while my left spread open Mom's panties. The crotch area had a faint yellowish tint. Lifting it to my nose, I caught a subtle, musky scent.
As I inhaled the scent of Mom's panties, imagining burying my head between her legs, pressing my nose against her private parts and licking fiercely, the motion of my hand grew faster and faster. After a few hundred more strokes, I could no longer hold back and released everything onto Mom's stockings.
After finishing, I stared at the thick semen on the black stockings and began to worry. If this were discovered, it would be over—my plan would be ruined before it even began.
Just as I was contemplating a solution, a sudden knock on the door startled me, nearly making me jump.
Immediately after, my cousin's voice came from outside: "Little Ranran, what mischief are you up to in there? It's been so long. Hurry up and come out—I need to take a shower."
Steadying my emotions, I quietly walked to the area near the toilet and called out, "You're the one causing trouble! My stomach hurts. I'll be out in a bit. Don't rush me."
"Oh, you're asking for a beating, talking to your sister like that! I'll give you three minutes. Get out now!" After saying this, I heard footsteps fading away.
Distracted by my cousin's interruption, I calmed down and decided to restore the scene first. I placed Mom's panties back in their original position, rinsed the stockings briefly in the sink, wrung them out, shook them open, and returned them to their place.
Then, I sprinkled some water on my clothes. If Mom asked about it, I could blame it on my cousin, saying she must have accidentally splashed water while showering.
After finishing all this, I silently praised my cleverness and hurried back to the bedroom. Glancing at the clock, it was already 10:30. Lost in my fantasies in the bathroom, I hadn't realized how much time had passed—half an hour had slipped by.
Just as I sat down on the bed, there was a knock on the door, and Mom entered carrying a glass of milk.
Her alluring body was wrapped in the same beige silk pajamas from earlier, exuding a mature fragrance from head to toe.
Although the pajamas were the same, the panties underneath were definitely not the same pair. I wondered what style and color Mom was wearing now.
I desperately wanted to lift her skirt and confirm.
As soon as this thought crossed my mind, a wave of heat surged below, and my cock stirred with renewed urgency. I quickly adjusted my sitting position and pushed the wicked thoughts from my mind.
"What's wrong with your stomach? Did you eat something bad?"
"Maybe it's because I had some snacks this afternoon."
"Try to eat fewer snacks in the future. They're all junk food and not good for your health."
"Got it, Mom. I'll eat less from now on."
"Ranran is such a good boy. Drink this cup of warm milk and go to bed early. Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy."
"Got it, Mom. You should rest early too."
"Okay, Mom will go to sleep soon. Goodnight, Ranran."
"Goodnight, Mom."