The Pantyhose of Motherly Love (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

After reading the following content, you may say that I am a beast or some other unpleasant words. But there are indeed many things in this world that are beyond your imagination but are happening all the time.

What happened in my family probably falls into this category.

My name is Xia Qingyu, and I am the only son in the family. Although I sometimes envy other people’s families for having brothers and sisters to accompany them, and my mother also wants to have one or two more children, but my younger brothers and sisters just couldn’t come out (I later found out the reason). This is not a bad thing. Being an only child has its advantages. My parents treat me like a treasure and I have everything I need to eat, drink and play. Our family's financial situation is above average. My father often travels on business for work, and it is normal for him not to be home for three or four days. Sometimes those who live far away may not go home for three or four weeks. My mother works in a fairly large company and has a regular office job. Therefore, even though my father spends less time at home, my mother still takes care of me just as much. I spend every day with my mother, and my relationship with her is pretty good. In comparison, although my relationship with my father is not like that of strangers, when he comes home I just say hello and say things like, "You've worked hard at work." Dad knew that he had treated his family unfairly, so he made sure we lived a pretty comfortable life. My mother is a very independent woman. Although my father seldom comes home, I have never heard her complain. At most, she would blame him for not buying a high-end handbag when he came back from abroad. Ha!

Under this kind of lifestyle at home, it was natural that my mother took care of everything from my childhood to adulthood. Whether it was kindergarten or elementary or junior high school, my mother never missed any of the various activities held by the school as long as the parents' attendance was required. Although I don't have any brothers or sisters, I still have something to brag about, which is that I have a beautiful mother. My mother gave birth to me when she was 22 years old. Although not particularly young, there is still a gap compared to the modern society where people marry and have children later. Having a young and beautiful mother was a very proud thing when I was a child. Little kids wanted to compete in everything! Look at my mother and compare it with other people's mothers... and you will know that I am really happy. My mother is not as radiantly beautiful as a big star, but she has the elegant aura of a lady from a noble family. She looks very quiet and has a good temperament. When she smiles, her small cat-like mouth will slightly rise. The thin phoenix eyes at the corners of her eyes are not particularly big, but very bright and attractive. Her slightly curly black hair is well-maintained like a model in a shampoo advertisement. She maintained a good figure after giving birth to me. People often saw my mother with a little kid like me by her side, and they were surprised that she was married and had children.

However, as an only child who was basically raised by my mother, there are some things that I cannot learn from my mother, such as knowledge about my own body. When I was in the third grade, the school held a pole climbing competition.

It is actually a very stupid sport. It is just climbing an iron railing about two stories high like a monkey. There are about ten such iron railings next to the school playground, which are specifically used for climbing poles. I don’t have particularly good athletic ability, but I’m pretty good at pole climbing (probably because I’m thin). Many of the chubby classmates couldn’t even get ten centimeters off the ground after climbing up, so the teacher often called me up to demonstrate. The more demonstrations I received, the faster I climbed. That's how I discovered things that I wouldn't normally discover. When the two legs are tightly wrapped around the iron bar and climb up, the small cock between the legs will rub against the iron bar hard and quickly through the sweatpants. When I was still young, I accidentally discovered that the faster I crawled and the harder I rubbed, the more itchy my little penis would become. At that time, I had no idea what pleasure was, and I couldn't get an erection. I just felt that my little penis was very sore and itchy when climbing the pole, and I also felt like peeing. When I first discovered this situation, I quickly jumped down and ran to the toilet in the school building, but I stood there for a long time and couldn't pee. When I went back to climb the pole, I found that the numb feeling on my penis appeared again. And as the number of times I climbed the pole increased and the speed increased, the itchy and slightly comfortable feeling became more and more intense. I didn't ask my teacher or mom why. I just thought it was a little secret that would make my penis feel good.

Not long after, the shower head in my bathroom broke for some reason. For a while, when I took a shower, the hot water would basically spray out of the water pipe in the form of a column of water. At this time, I discovered that when I sprayed my penis with water, I felt the same sour and itchy feeling as when I was climbing the pole. This was a very novel discovery for me, because I no longer had to go to the school climbing pole field to make my penis feel comfortable, I could do it by spraying it with water in my own bathroom. At that time, I didn't even know I could use my hands. I was just a little kid in the third grade of elementary school.

Later, even if the shower head at home was repaired, I would still remove it and just flush it with a hose. When I was in fifth grade, I found that my penis could stand up. It grew from a small ball to a large rod full of blood vessels. It felt even more pleasurable when I flushed the enlarged head with water (my foreskin was still covered at that time).

And after turning the water on at the highest setting for a few minutes, my head started to feel more and more sore and numb, to a state I couldn't describe. It was so comfortable that I couldn't stand it, and my whole body was shivering. After a few seconds, I suddenly didn't want to continue flushing.

I couldn't ejaculate at that time. I just reached a climax after the erection, which was weaker than after it was fully grown. But I still enjoyed it.

Fifth grade elementary school students are still very naughty, and fighting with each other is a very common thing.

One time when we were cleaning, the floor had just been mopped and the water hadn't dried yet. I was running and jumping with my classmates and laughing, and I accidentally stepped on a water stain and slipped, and fell down the stairs. The classmate next to me was so frightened that he started crying. The teacher rushed over and sent me to the health room. At that time, I was in so much pain that I didn’t know what to do. I just stood there in the teacher’s arms, rushing to the health room, and then we were sent to the hospital. After a careful examination, it was found that the right arm was fractured and would need to be in a cast for several months; the left fingers were also bruised and temporarily unable to exert strength. This is terrible. I am right-handed and I can't do anything without my right hand. That day, my mother rushed to the hospital from her workplace, crying her eyes out. I could only foolishly say, "Mom, I'm sorry, Xiaoyu was not a good boy." My mother hugged me and cried while comforting me, saying that it was okay, Xiaoyu, don’t be in pain, and that mom didn’t blame me.

When I got home that day, I found myself suffering. I couldn't even do anything like eating or opening the door by myself. My mother had no choice but to follow me closely and help me with all the chores. The first embarrassing thing my mother helped me do was go to the toilet. Needless to say, my right hand was wrapped in a plaster cast, and my left fingers were also injured. I didn't even have the strength to pull down my pants. It was the first time I felt so weak, and I was so anxious that I cried. My mother originally tried to let me go to the toilet by myself, but when she heard me crying through the door, she realized that this was not going to work, so she pushed the door open and came in to help me. My mother took a leave from work and without even changing out of her OL suit, she squatted next to me (who was still very short at the time) in her miniskirt and helped me unbutton my pants. My left hand naturally rested on my mother's tight silk stockings on her thighs under her short skirt. Only then did I realize that silk stockings were a very pleasant thing to touch.