Chapter 10

The next morning, the faint morning light lingered in the misty white fog of the early morning. A ray of light walked through the autumn dusk, and the beam of light gently and quietly passed through the window lattice to shine into the room. The faint sunlight hit my mother’s beautiful face. Her mica eyebrows were gently frowned, her long eyelashes were as soft as velvet, and her lips moved, revealing a beauty of maturity and cuteness. She opened her eyes and closed them immediately. In the haze, she stretched out her delicate and snowy hands from the quilt to cover the white morning light, but it didn’t work. She could only turn over and bury her head in the pillow.

“How early? It’s already daybreak and I haven’t woken up yet.” After tossing and turning for a few times, she gradually became sleepy. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and was ready to get up. The quality of her sleep today was exceptionally good. She felt comfortable and refreshed. It would be great if every day could be like today. Mom had just opened the quilt, and the cool breeze blew around like a pack of wolves meeting a fat sheep and all rushed forward. It was not until the cold morning breeze got into the quilt and brought a gust of coolness that she remembered that she had deliberately taken off all her clothes on a whim before going to bed last night, just to feel what it felt like to sleep naked without any restraints. From this point of view, it was not bad. She spread out her slender and mature thighs like white porcelain, and moved her plump buttocks to the edge of the bed. Her two big, round and soft breasts couldn’t stop jumping and leaping during the movement, and her pointed nipples were like bird beaks hanging in the air and flowing like water. Stars passed by, her waist was plump and her figure was slender without a trace of fat, yet it still showed off her voluptuous and hot tension. Her long hair just covered her beautiful slender neck and hung down to her shoulder blades. The fat skin on her back was extremely delicate and tender as if it was fluorescing. Just sitting on the edge of the bed, she had a charming and seductive demeanor, to the extent that anyone who saw her would have unlawful thoughts. Looking down, they saw two peach-like buttocks that were pressed like millstones by the sitting, and the plump and juicy flesh seemed to be saying, do you want to taste it with your mouth?

You opened the wardrobe and picked out a new pink and white half-wrap bra. It has a novel style and is made entirely of hollow carved fabric. When you put it on, you can see the overflowing breast flesh through the gaps, and your nipples are soft and deflated inside. The only thing is that the matching underwear is boxer shorts, which your mother is very dissatisfied with. Because of her overly plump buttocks, the slightest movement will cause the edges of the boxer shorts to tighten and sink into the buttocks, which is very uncomfortable. So after thinking it over, you want to put the underwear back. Although beauty is important, losing comfort because of it is also something your mother is unwilling to accept.

Just as I was about to unbutton the back of my bra, an idea suddenly popped into my mind: wouldn’t it be better not to wear underwear?

Right! Anyway, my period hasn’t come yet, and the masturbation cup isn’t with my son, so even if I don’t wear it ... it won’t be a problem.

She changed into a slim-fit sweater, the looseness of the clothes fits the curve of her body perfectly. The neckline just covers her collarbone, and there is no trace of the protruding bra inside. Two plump and round ellipses are hanging on her chest like car lights. The hem of the clothes hangs down on both sides of her hips, fitting tightly with the low-waist stretch yoga pants she is wearing on the lower body. The shaping effect is similar to that of a sweater, without any extra space left. One can even vaguely see a camel-hoof-shaped peak under her flat belly. The overall lines are smooth, beautiful and natural, and the combination of all light gray highlights the perfection and coordination of the body.

Wearing a light-colored hooded shirt on the outside is full of sporty vitality. In fact, when mothers rarely wear slim-fitting clothes, especially when going out, they will inevitably attract many people’s attention because it is too sexually tense.

After changing clothes, she walked into the bathroom, tied her hair up in front of the mirror, covered her face with a hot and wet towel and relaxed for a while. The remaining lazy sleepiness was swept away, and she squeezed out the creamy facial cleanser and rubbed every part of her face carefully. After making sure that every part had been rubbed clean, she closed her eyelids which were still mixed with foam, reached out and skillfully picked up the toothbrush in the dark, and after everything was clear and clean, she scooped up a handful of warm water and brushed her face, washing away the little dirt that was already there, revealing a face full of beauty.

The mother came to the door of her son’s room, looked at her son who was still sleeping, looked at his dishonest sleeping posture, went to the bed and covered her son with the quilt that had been kicked off.

He turned around and left the kitchen, took out the ribs from the refrigerator, took a porcelain bowl, put cold water in it to wash it first, then put the porcelain bowl half filled with water on the gas stove and let it slowly heat up until it boiled. Then, he put the still slightly hard ribs into a bowl that had just been filled with water to let it thaw.

Take out the onion and ginger, cut them and put them in another bowl. Then take a little oil, salt and sauce and put them in another bowl.

Then wash the rice and set it aside.

While waiting for the water to boil, my mother washed the rice and played with her cell phone for a while...

The hot water in the porcelain bao was boiling and splashing water. My mother carefully put the thawed pork ribs into the porcelain bao with a spoon. The originally bright red ribs immediately turned white. After sprinkling a handful of ginger and waiting for a few minutes, blood foam appeared on the surface of the soup and was scooped out with a spoon.

After five minutes, my mother took out all the ginger and spare ribs in the soup and put them in a bowl. Then she put the washed rice in, covered the pot and simmered it. While the porridge was cooking, my mother was absent-minded, thinking about something, just like the boiling rice soup bubbling in the pot, bursting into thick paste. About twenty minutes later, my mother carefully lifted the lid of the pot, and a large amount of steam that was enough to burn people instantly came out and rushed up.

At this time, my mother pours the bowls containing ribs, oil, salt and sauce into the pot one by one, covers the pot and simmers it for another three minutes, and finally sprinkles a handful of chopped green onions and it’s done.

At this time, I appeared behind my mother like a ghost. As for when I came, it was naturally when my mother put the ribs in for the second time.

Then I hugged my mother’s slender waist without thinking, Mom, you are so kind.

My mother was holding an empty bowl, but when I scared her, the bowl broke into pieces. Then she angrily yelled, “Jonathan, you are looking for death. You come to scare me so early in the morning.” Then there was a series of bangs...

At the dining table, I was eating the pork ribs porridge made by my mother with a bruised face. I bit the pork ribs in my mouth and they squeaked, as if they were my mother’s nipples. Of course, if the pork ribs in my mouth were really my mother’s nipples, I would not be able to play with them like this, because my baby would not be able to catch up.

My mother, sitting opposite me, had a victorious look on her face, with her feet raised, drinking pork chop porridge elegantly. I felt a surge of resentment that I couldn’t explain. My eyes bulged immediately, and I put my hands on my hips and criticized her, “Hey! Mom, why did you hit me just now? What did I do wrong?”

“The door is on the left, see you again if we’re lucky!” Mom didn’t even look at me, she just stretched out her little hand and waved, as if she was getting rid of an annoying fly.

I was so angry, but I couldn’t do anything about my mother to begin with, let alone now.

My eyes kept moving downwards. The sweater and single clothes completely concealed my mother’s curves, which were much more exquisite than those of a young girl in her twenties. I was a little disappointed, but then my eyes suddenly focused on her slender waist that was blocked by the dining table, because only then did I realize that my mother was wearing yoga pants.

I picked up the bowl and pretended that I didn’t hold the spoon firmly, put the bowl down, and squatted down to pick it up.

It didn’t matter that I saw it, “Mom is barefoot and wearing flip-flops!” I screamed in my heart.

What to do? See?

No! I have to protect my mother and I can’t let her down!

But ... just looking at the feet should ... it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

“Gudong” I swallowed hard, and when the battle between my conscience and myself had not yet been decided, my heart began to beat wildly, and a violent wave suddenly surged out from my lower abdomen, drowning my remaining sanity.