"Da Guo, you bastard..." By noon the next day, I pounced on Da Guo like a madman on the playground, punching and cursing him.
At this moment, I felt my eyes were sore and I had no energy all morning because I hadn't slept well at all last night and came to school with dark circles under my eyes.
After finally waiting until noon, I naturally had to settle accounts with that bastard.
"What's wrong, brother... what's gotten into you?" Da Guo didn't resist, but just ran and dodged while turning back to talk to me.
"Don't you know what you've done?" After chasing for a while, I stopped and said breathlessly. In terms of physical strength, I am far inferior to Da Guo, who is a sports specialist.
"What exactly happened?" Da Guo cautiously returned to my side and asked again.
"Are you still pretending? Did you steal a sex toy from storage room the day before yesterday?" I said, controlling my breathing. I was already out of breath after running only a short distance. I really need to exercise more.
"Uh..." Upon hearing my words, Da Guo was stunned and speechless for a moment. Perhaps he did not expect to be discovered so quickly.
"It really was you...you bastard, you've really ruined my life..." I knew it from Da Guo's expression, and I couldn't help but say angrily.
"Did Auntie find out?" Da Guo asked nervously, but there was no fear on his face.
"My mom found out yesterday. She was doing inventory in the warehouse yesterday and found that a masturbation device was missing…" Then I told Daguo about what happened last night.
"You bastard, you made my mom think I took it..." I had recovered quite a bit by then, and my speech was much smoother.
"You're going to tell Auntie that I took it?" Da Guo asked cautiously, his tone tense.
"Can I say? I didn't tell my mom you were involved in this..." I straightened up and took a deep breath.
"That's good, that's good. Otherwise, I would have been really embarrassed to go to your house. Brother, you're a true friend..." Da Guo breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, patted me on the shoulder, and gave me a thumbs up.
"Bullshit, I was worried about embarrassing my mom, not for you..." I rolled my eyes at him and said, I was really angry with Daguo.
"Okay, brother, I was wrong. I just couldn't resist. I hadn't even tried that thing before, so... I was planning to take it out and try it secretly for a week, and then go to your house next week to find an opportunity to put it back. I didn't expect..." Da Guo scratched his head and said.
"Damn, you want to bring back the stuff you used so my mom can sell it?" I was speechless. How did I end up with such a terrible friend?
"Anyway, it's the same once it's cleaned, and who knows who will use it after it's sold..." Da Guo said nonchalantly, as if he had nothing to lose.
"My mom thought the package had gotten lost. I don't know what she's thinking now, or whether she even believes me. It made me so embarrassed last night that I couldn't sleep a wink..." I said, sitting on the flowerbed to rest, feeling a bit worried.
"Don't worry, brother. After all, you are Auntie's biological son. Auntie treats you so well. Even if you really took it, she won't do anything to you. You're just too obedient and have too many worries. It's not a big deal..." Da Guo put his arm around my shoulder and comforted me.
"Here's a plan. After I've had my fun these past few days, I'll secretly give you that masturbation sleeve to try. I guarantee it'll make you feel like you're in heaven. It's much more comfortable than masturbation..." After a pause, Da Guo suddenly grinned and whispered in my ear.
"Get lost, I won't use the things that you've used..." I shrugged and pushed Da Guo's hand away.
"Okay, okay... don't be angry, bro... I'll treat you to internet access this weekend..." Da Guo quickly nodded and said. Seeing his good attitude in admitting his mistake, my anger subsided a lot.
When I got home that evening, my mother didn't ask me any more questions about the warehouse, and life seemed to return to normal.
However, ever since I started having something on my mind, I've had a new thing to do before going to bed at night: searching for groups on QQ, specifically groups about "green mothers" (a derogatory term for women who are unfaithful).
To be honest, I don't have any intention of putting this into practice in reality, but it's nice to be able to fantasize about it and satisfy my psychological needs.
My phone is one of those student-grade smartphones. It has a backend control system that my mom controls. She can control my phone using a mobile app, and all the apps on it have been selected and removed by her. She also uninstalled the browser, so I can't browse the web.
The phone only has some basic functions. This QQ app came pre-installed on the watch. My mom didn't download any other apps for me.
At the same time, my mother also set time permissions for my phone in the background. When I was at school, all other functions of the phone were locked, and I could only use it as a watch to tell the time. Only after I finished school could I use other functions of the phone. She was afraid that I would browse some bad things online, and she also forbade me to play games on the phone.
Since I can't use a browser, I can only find solace in things on QQ.
I found a group with a large number of members and high activity, but when I tried to add it, I had to add the group owner's QQ number first.
After I added him as a friend, he asked me to provide a photo of my mother, a sexy photo without showing her face, but I don't have any sexy photos of my mother right now.
The other party then asked for a photo of their mother's underwear or stockings as a second choice.
This group only adds children from single-parent families, and they must have a "green mother" complex, perhaps wanting to fantasize about other people's mothers. Asking for photos is only to verify certain things, and it doesn't really have any practical meaning.
But at this moment, this group is the only thing that can satisfy my desire to be a cuckold, so I don't mind the trouble.
My mother was still busy livestreaming in the warehouse, so I couldn't help but secretly get up and leave the bedroom.
I went to the bathroom, and sure enough, there was a set of my mother's newly washed underwear on the clothesline.
I pointed my phone's camera at the bra and panties and took a picture.
After taking the photo, I quickly left the bathroom and then sent the photo to the group admin.
However, the group admin seemed dissatisfied and asked me to send over photos of the care label on my mother's bra, requesting close-up photos of the bra and panties.
With no other option, I went back into the bathroom and, with trembling hands, took off my mother's underwear and bra.
Finally, as requested by the group leader, I took photos of my mother's bra cups, care label, and the pockets of her underwear.
My mother's underwear and bra were so soft that my palms sweated when I held them. A wave of guilt washed over me, and I struggled with my feelings, but I couldn't resist the special desire in my heart.
"Approved..." After I sent him the photo again, my application to join the group was finally approved.
"Welcome to the new group..."
"Welcome to the group, fellow enthusiasts..."
"We've gained another brother..."
"Flowers..."
As soon as I entered the group, a large number of group members started flooding the public chat to welcome me, and I couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"Submit a reflection on your experience with the Green Mother within three days. It can be based on your practice, your imagination, or an explanation of the Green Mother's psychological process... After you finish writing it, send it to me and upload it to the group files for everyone to discuss. There are also other people's reflections on the Green Mother in the group files, you can take a look..." The group admin left me another message after I joined the group.
When I opened the group file, the list gradually filled with documents, photos, and categories.
There are documents sharing experiences from group members, a collection of novels by "Green Mother," and photos of mothers taken by group members.
I immediately started browsing, but my phone screen was too small, not as big as a computer screen, which affected the reading experience. But it still made me very satisfied and excited, especially when I saw the various experiences of the group members, some fantasizing, some practicing, and some succeeding. Although I couldn't judge the authenticity of these experiences, it still made me feel excited and thrilled.
I'll have to write my reflections at an internet cafe later. My phone can type, but it's very difficult, and I don't know when I'll be able to finish writing it.
I felt like I was trapped in a deep abyss, spending an extremely long time on my phone, well past my usual bedtime and rest time.
My penis remained erect, and my heart felt like it was on fire.
Finally, I heard my mother's voice coming home. I quickly turned off my phone, then covered myself with the blanket and prepared to sleep. If my mother hadn't come home, I probably wouldn't have been able to sleep tonight...
-------------
To read ahead check my patreon
patreon.com/Satya69
Support me to read extra chapters. Thank you.