Incest Beautiful mother in the palm of my hand

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To be honest, my mother looks really good when she is angry, with her eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking a little cold and beautiful. Of course, the main reason is that she is good-looking. She has delicate features, clear contours, fair skin, and most importantly, a good temperament. Her eyes are like a clear spring. You can't stare at them, or you will be easily trapped.


But no matter how beautiful it is, I don’t dare to look at it closely now.


"Mom, I'm back." I pretended nothing happened.


"Come here and sit down." Mom's voice was calm, but there was a hint of anger in it.


I do feel a little nervous, but fortunately my mother is reasonable and not the kind of mother who does things without knowing right from wrong. I am in the right today and I feel confident.


Sitting on the sofa next to my mother, intimidated by her aura, I lowered my head and said, "Mom, I'm sorry."


However, my eyes inappropriately noticed my mother's small feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. The stockings as thin as a cicada's wing wrapped around her crystal white and tender feet. Even the faint blood vessels on the instep told of endless temptation.


Cute, thought through.


With a "bang", my mother slapped the table and said coldly, "Look at me."


Huh! I was so surprised. I was just admiring her beautiful feet in stockings. My temper instantly rose. I looked up and stared into her eyes, pretending to be serious: "Mom, I'm sorry."


"How have you treated me so badly?" Mom still had no expression on her face, and it was obvious that she was still angry.


"I've embarrassed you." Staring into my mother's eyes was really a trap. Even though there was anger hidden in them, I still felt a little bit depressed.


Mom's face suddenly darkened, and she said sternly, "Is it something embarrassing? Ah? Zhang Weifeng. You've become more capable, right? You've learned how to fight, right? You don't study hard all day long, and you just make trouble for me. I can't control you when your dad is not at home, right? Why did you hit people?"


My mother rarely gets angry. I couldn't handle it, so I quickly explained, "Mom, it's not hitting someone, it's just a fight. Didn't the teacher tell you? It's not my fault."


My mother mocked me, "Isn't it your fault? You beat that guy so hard that he had to go to the hospital for a checkup, but you didn't even have a mark on your body. I found you to be quite capable, but I didn't notice it before." After a pause, she explained, "I didn't have time to ask your teacher for details. The guy's parents were in a hurry to take their child to the hospital for a checkup, so I went with them."


When I heard that the boy was in the hospital, I couldn't help laughing: "It's like this, I was queuing up for food in the cafeteria today, and that boy cut in line in front of me. I told him very gentlemanly: classmate, please go to the back of the queue. But the boy looked at me and ignored me. Several classmates in the class were watching from the side. Mom, do you think I can tolerate him?"


My mother's tone softened a little: "Don't be so playful with me. So, you beat him up?"


I, Zhang Weifeng, am a person who is very good at observing people's expressions. Seeing that my mother's anger had gradually subsided, I continued to say with a smile:


"I am a gentleman, how can I just do it casually? I just persuaded him and pulled him out of the line. Who knew that the bastard suddenly pushed me hard after I pulled him out, and I was accidentally pushed down. Dozens of people around me looked over at once, and many of them were classmates.