Chapter 6

After breakfast, I took a shower and went back to my room to review. Time passed and before I knew it, it was twelve o’clock in the afternoon. I stretched, opened the door, didn’t see my mother, and walked into the living room. I didn’t see my mother in the living room either, so I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother kneading dough on the table. Her jade hands danced on the dough. She sprinkled some flour from time to time and kneaded it gently. The soft dough became very obedient in my mother’s hands.

But my eyes were not on the dough. My attention was on the eye-catching headlights on my mother’s chest. My eyes moved with her shaking and swinging breasts.

Sweat soaked my mother’s T-shirt. The thin T-shirt stuck tightly to her skin, outlining two round and upright curves. Even the traces of her underwear were clearly visible.

The pair of swaying breasts shook out waves of flesh that made people dizzy. The turbulent scene made me feel a little dry in the mouth. Ever since my enlightenment, my eyes have become extremely sensitive. The scenes that I am accustomed to are now a kind of erotic temptation to me.

Sweat flowed down my mother’s beautiful face as she lowered her head slightly. Her face, shining with sweat, looked more delicate and transparent than jade.

“Son, you’ve finished your homework. Are you hungry? You still have a while before dinner. Why don’t you have some fruit first?”

My mother noticed me, looked up, wiped the sweat off her face, and looked at me with a smile.

“No, I’m going to play with my phone.”

“Okay, then mom, speed up.”

My mother clapped her hands and shook off the flour on her hands. The big lights on her chest that made me dizzy were shaking gently with the movements of her hands. The surging waves of flesh were very eye-catching.

I was shamefully hard, and a complex emotion rose in my heart, both desire and guilt. The strong sense of guilt made me immediately look away.

Back in the room, I looked at the simulated masturbation cup that I had hidden in the closet, touched its surface, and felt very conflicted.

What bothers me is that I haven’t used this masturbation cup for two weeks, and my desire has reached its peak, but I don’t know whether my mother’s mood has improved.

My mother seems calm now, but I don’t know what she’s feeling inside.

I was afraid that my mother would completely collapse if I provoked her.

I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. It wasn’t until the cold water hit my body that my desire subsided a little.

...

As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, I saw the steaming buns on the dining table.

“Son, eat quickly. Steamed buns with tea eggs, and noodles with tomato and egg.”

My mother wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at me with a smile.

“It smells so good. Everything my mom makes tastes good.”

“Slurp...” I started slurping the noodles.

“Son, the noodles that mom made today aren’t that bad, are they?”

“tasty.”

My mother picked up the wide noodles and sat gently beside me. Her fleshy buttocks pressed hard on the stool, leaving two swollen and exaggerated beautiful curves on the stool. The full and thick buttocks combined with my mother’s slender waist looked particularly seductive.

“You have such a sweet mouth.” Mom picked up the wide noodles in the bowl and stuffed them into her mouth.

I don’t know why I suddenly felt my face burning, and a stream of heat spread to my lower body.

“Son, what do you want to eat tomorrow?”

“You can do whatever is convenient for you. I don’t care.”

I felt a wave of heat coming from my lower body, and the hard penis made me feel an indescribable guilt. At this moment, I changed my tone and stopped saying those harsh words.

Watching the noodles being picked up into my mother’s mouth one by one by her flexible tongue, that flexible tongue looked extremely tempting, and my lower body seemed to be entangled, as if my mother was kneeling under my crotch, serving my penis...

I pinched my thigh hard, and lowered my head, not daring to look at anything else. I have been really obsessed recently, and I dare to think about anything.

My mother didn’t notice that something was wrong with me. After dinner, she washed the dishes and went to the living room to watch TV.

Looking at my mother’s twisting buttocks, I almost couldn’t control the immoral and dirty desire in my heart.

After lunch, around one o’clock, my mother and I were watching TV in the living room. I was looking at my mother’s beautiful face. At this time, my mother changed into a pink and white T-shirt, with long black hair scattered around her. She had a pair of peach blossom eyes, charming and alluring, as if she could capture people’s hearts. She looked particularly sexy and graceful. Looking down, her chest was slightly exposed, and a deep cleavage was clearly visible. Moreover, two lumps of snow-white flesh could be faintly seen on the lining of the T-shirt, and on the top of the flesh were two cherry-shaped protrusions, which made me feel excited.

No bra?! My eyes widened and almost popped out.

I know in my heart I am screaming: Mom, I am not a child anymore, can’t you be more careful with me?!!!

However, although I said this, I didn’t feel the slightest bit of dissatisfaction in my heart. Instead, I felt relieved and even a little ecstatic. At least my mother didn’t avoid me because of my age. Maybe she was used to it.

Continue looking down, and you will see the beautiful legs under the nightgown, white, tender and slender, one leg bent and straightened, the other leg curled up, both legs are in irregular postures, this combination of postures makes this pair of long legs look extremely charming.

Continuing down, there are my mother’s ankles. My mother’s ankles are very beautiful, two slender jade feet, with pointed toes that are round and plump, as crystal clear as pearls, and the soles of her feet are also very white and smooth, without any flaws. This makes me realize that even if you are not a foot fetishist, it would be difficult to control yourself.

“It’s really beautiful!” I thought to myself: No, I have to hurry up and take my mother down as soon as possible.

I looked at the two protruding points on my mother’s chest, and my thoughts couldn’t help but drift away...

It’s not that my mother didn’t wear a bra on purpose, but her breasts are really a little too high.

She just happened to feel that her breasts had grown a little bigger in the past few days. She thought it was an illusion. After all, at her age, the probability of secondary breast development was too low. She was not pregnant, so she didn’t pay much attention to it. Who knew that after seven or eight days, her breasts became fuller. Her breasts were originally size D, but in the past few days they became size E, which made her very confused. She went for a check-up, but there was nothing wrong. The doctor was also surprised.

After wearing the old bra, my mother’s breasts became bigger and tighter. After wearing it for a day or two, it was very uncomfortable, so she simply stopped wearing it and only wore this pajamas. She was quite embarrassed at first, after all, her son is grown up now. But later she became calm about it. After all, he is her own baby son. She has come through so many years, so what is there to be embarrassed about now?

Sudden.

“I love you, please marry me” The old idol drama playing on TV broke my thoughts.

“Mom” I called out after I came to my senses.

Mom seemed not to hear me and continued watching TV. I shook my head helplessly. This is a problem Mom has had since Dad had a car accident. Whenever Mom concentrates on doing something, she will ignore everything. Even shouting with a loudspeaker is useless. Fortunately, this problem can be controlled and only manifests itself in front of me. Otherwise, it will be dangerous.

I suddenly had a thought, a very evil and obscene thought.

I sat next to my mother and put one hand quietly on her white and slender legs.

I secretly glanced at my mother, and she didn’t notice me, so I became more and more unrestrained. I moved up along her legs and touched the base of her thighs. It felt cold and very smooth. Her thick thighs were smooth without any fat.

At this time, I was not afraid of being discovered because my mother was watching TV and she didn’t respond even when I called her.

My hand was gently stroking my mother’s thigh. Although her pajamas blocked my view, I could still feel the texture and touch of her smooth skin.

The TV series was almost over, and I knew I had touched enough. If I continued, my mother would find out.

So, I quickly retracted my claws and called out to my mother again, but there was still no response. After my little brother softened, I walked in front of my mother and blocked her sight so that she could not see the pictures on TV. I said with a tone of complaint, “Mom, what’s wrong with you? It’s getting worse.”

The mother came back to her senses and said slowly: “I don’t know either. Once a person is obsessed with something, he will not pay attention to his own situation.”

She continued, “And my disease is very serious. Fortunately, my mother only got sick recently. Don’t worry, son. Mom will be on high alert. I can maintain normal thinking when I see outsiders, so it won’t affect my thinking ability and judgment.”

I couldn’t help but feel relieved when I heard my mother say that. This was the first time I heard of my mother’s disease. I had never heard of it before. I frowned and asked, “Is it incurable?”

A complex expression flashed in my mother’s beautiful eyes, and she sighed softly: “Son, do you know what caused my illness?”

I thought about it and said, “Could it be because of Dad’s car accident?”

Mom nodded and continued, “Yes, because in the days after your father died in the car accident, my mood was very unstable and I was very haggard. I kept crying and my face was in tears all day. Later, I developed depression and thought about suicide several times.”

I hugged my mother distressedly and said, “So last week when I came back late from shopping for groceries, you hugged me and cried when I came back?”

My mother nodded slightly, leaned on my shoulder, and said with a smile: “I really don’t know what your wife will do when she meets a mother-in-law like me when you get married one day. It would be strange if she doesn’t get jealous.” After saying that, she pinched my nose mischievously, with tenderness in her eyes.

I smiled and said, “Then I won’t get married and will stay with you forever!”

My mother gave me a charming look and said coquettishly, “You little brat! How old are you now? Where do you get your sweet talk from?”

I knew that my mother was really amused. I was crying one second, and then I laughed the next. I shook my head, hugged my mother’s slender waist, and gently stroked her soft waist with my hands, saying, “I’m telling the truth. I don’t care. I want to be with my mother every day, okay?”

The mother also laughed, but her eyes were red. She said, “Silly son, you are still too young and haven’t grown up yet. How can you say such things?”

The mother knew that her son would get married and start a family sooner or later, and it would be impossible for him to stay with her all his life. When she thought about her son marrying someone else, she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken and very painful.

She knew that her thoughts were very selfish and even a little abnormal, but she really couldn’t control herself. She was afraid that her son would forget her after he got married.

Seeing my mother’s sad face, I couldn’t help but tell her, I don’t want to marry a wife, the person I like is you!!!

But I still held back and didn’t confess it out loud. I knew my mother couldn’t accept my confession yet, so I would wait until the matter was settled before confessing it to her. Then she probably wouldn’t be able to object.

If I say anything now, it will only make my mother feel miserable, entangled and alert, and may even make her leave me.

I knew I didn’t want my mother to feel my inner thoughts, so I changed the subject and asked, “Mom, then...”

Mom calmed down, smiled, and said, “But I only show it in front of you. I am still the same as usual in front of others.”

After hearing this, I hugged my mother silently, feeling indescribable emotions in my heart. My heart was filled with emotion, love, sadness, etc.

I’m really glad that I have such a good mother.

“Okay, okay, let’s not talk about these unhappy things.” Mom patted my arm and said with a smile: “Why are you talking about so many useless things today? I’m old now, and I just like to talk about the past.”

When I heard this, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly, and thought to myself: You are so beautiful and young, and you say that you are old. Aren’t you satirizing some aunties who pretend to be young?

Mom looked at me, as if she remembered something: “Son, what are your plans for the afternoon?”

I looked at my mother guiltily and scratched my head: “Read a book, then play games.”

Mom rolled her eyes and looked at me suspiciously: “Really?”

I chuckled and said, “Of course it’s true. Even if I have ten more guts, I wouldn’t dare to lie to you, mother. (It’s true that I play games. Isn’t masturbating also playing games?)”

Mom wrinkled her nose and stared into my eyes: “What are you thinking about? You are smiling so happily.”

I waved my hands and quickly explained: “Nothing, nothing, I just thought of something fun.”

My mother rolled her eyes at me and said: Okay, you don’t have any plans, and I’m going swimming this afternoon, so you can come with me.

I looked at my mother aggrievedly: “But I can’t swim!”

Mom smiled and said, “It’s okay. I can teach you. Swimming is also a useful skill.”

I thought it was a good idea, after all, it was also a chance for me to see my mother in a swimsuit.

Suddenly I was looking forward to swimming in the afternoon: “Okay, I’ll go with mom in the afternoon.”

My mother looked at my attitude and changed so quickly, then smiled and shook her head.

After that, I went back to my bedroom to review my homework for next week and took a nap at noon.

At three o’clock in the afternoon, my mother and I went out together. The swimming pool was not far from home and only took about ten minutes to walk to.

After entering the swimming pool, my mother and I separated. She went to the women’s locker room, and I went to the men’s locker room.

Soon, I put on my swimming trunks and waited for my mother by the pool. I didn’t have the courage to go in the water, so I just wandered around the pool.

Mom quickly changed into her swimsuit and as soon as she stepped out of the changing room, she immediately attracted a lot of attention.

She was wearing a dark blue two-piece swimsuit, which was simple yet elegant.

The swimsuit’s straps were wrapped around her back to form a bow shape, which matched her graceful curves and made her look even more charming.

The design of the swimsuit reveals her slim waist and belly, with blue wave patterns dotted on her chest. The swim skirt is divided into two layers, the upper layer is blue waves, and the lower layer is transparent lace, outlining her slender thighs, which is both lively and sexy.

Under the skirt were her pair of long legs as white as jade, which instantly mesmerized countless people.

My mother didn’t care about the looks around her, as if she was already used to this kind of attention. She walked straight to my side after coming out of the locker room.

She began to patiently teach me some basic swimming movements.

Her voice was like a spring breeze, helping me learn the basics of swimming quickly.

It was finally time to get into the water.

I grabbed my mother’s arm and said, “Mom, I’m so nervous. The water feels a little deep.”

Mom smiled softly: “Don’t be afraid, Mom will be by your side.”

My mother held my hand in front of me and pulled me a little further into the pool: “Let’s learn how to float. First, try to relax your body and let yourself float naturally on the water.”

I held my mother’s hand, felt the water in the swimming pool was a little cold, slowly relaxed my body, and began to float gently on the water.

I tried to calm my excitement: “Mom, is this true?”

My mother looked at me encouragingly and nodded: “Great, son! Now try to push your legs and swim forward.”

I tried to kick my legs hard backwards and my body began to swim forward for a distance.

Mom didn’t expect me to be so strong. Before she could dodge, my head was already in front of her and came into close contact with her chest. The soft touch on my head made me feel like I was in the clouds and I felt light-headed.

Before I had time to feel it carefully, my mother had let go of my hand and came to my side: “Okay, now mom will teach you how to paddle with your hands. Follow mom and learn. When your hands move forward, push your legs hard as well.”

My mother taught me the breaststroke movements step by step. From time to time, I would have some close contact with her body, which made my heart beat fast.

Although I was not very proficient at the beginning, with my mother’s careful teaching and the pleasant feeling of my body, I became enthusiastic about learning to swim.

My mother held my body with both hands, helping me keep my balance and swim forward for a short distance. I began to feel confident: “Mom, you don’t have to hold me anymore, I think I can try to swim for a while by myself.”

My mother took back her hand that was holding my body and encouraged me with her eyes: “Of course you can, son, remember the movements you just learned. Don’t be nervous and take your time.”

I slowly maintained my body balance, feeling the water flowing around me. Without my mother’s protection, I felt excited and scared at the same time.

I swam forward for a short distance, and because I didn’t breathe in time, I choked on the water. I couldn’t keep my balance, and I started kicking my feet, trying to stand up.

At this moment, a pair of warm hands grabbed my arms and pulled me up, bringing my head out of the water.

My mother asked me anxiously, “Son, are you okay? Are you choking?”

I took two quick breaths: “Mom, I’m fine, I just didn’t master the rhythm of breathing. I will be fine if I swim a little longer.”

The boys around me laughed secretly, as if they were making fun of me. I was so old, but I still couldn’t swim and needed a beautiful woman to teach me.

My mother took me back to the pool, brushed the wet hair in front of her eyes behind her ears, and said softly, “Swimming is a skill that requires patience and practice. Son, you have done very well! Practice more in the future. When you have fully mastered the breaststroke, I will teach you freestyle.”

I gasped, unable to hide my excitement: “Mom, swimming is quite interesting! I will come to swim with you every weekend in the future.”

Mom blinked her eyes, smiled and patted my head: “Okay, don’t regret it.”

I stretched out my right pinky finger and placed it in front of my mother: “Let’s make a pinky promise. Whoever changes his mind will be the puppy.”

“Puff”

Mom covered her mouth and giggled, causing her full breasts to tremble. Her two pretty eyes curved into crescent shapes, and she hooked her right pinky finger with my outstretched finger: “Okay, pinky promise. If mom is a puppy, then you are the puppy she gave birth to.”

My mother swam with me by the pool for a while until I had fully mastered the posture and technique of breaststroke. Only then did my mother feel relieved and let me practice by myself by the pool.

My mother left me and went to the deep water. I swam for a while by myself, slowly mastered the skills of breaststroke, and enjoyed the embrace of the water.

After swimming for a while, I began to feel a little tired, so I sat by the pool, put my feet in the water, swayed gently, and watched my mother shuttle back and forth in the swimming lane.

Mom pushed hard at the edge of the pool, and in an instant, her body rushed forward like an arrow. Water splashed around her, and Mom’s arms moved quickly, swimming freestyle.

My mother’s movements were as smooth as a fish’s, and every stroke sent waves rolling forward.

She kicked her legs alternately, using the resistance of the water to surge forward.

There was a smile on my mother’s face, as if at this moment she had merged with the water in the swimming pool and become a goddess in the water.

The men around me all focused their eyes on my mother, drooling over her powerful and voluptuous body. The undisguised desire in their eyes made me proud and melancholy. I was proud because this was my mother and I could see this graceful body every day. I was melancholy because this body did not belong to me. Like everyone else, I could only look at it but could not own it.

Sitting by the pool and watching for a while...

“When we get home, Mom, I’ll cook.”

“Okay, let me taste my son’s good cooking skills.”

I walked towards the kitchen happily.

“Cooking, cooking~”

Oh yeah ... did I forget there is a possibility of failure?

Hmm ... should be fine?

Half an hour later...

“Okay, that’s about it...”

In the kitchen, looking at the Shanghai greens that were being fried till cooked in the pot, I scooped a small half spoonful of salt and sprinkled it in. After shaking the pot unskillfully, I took a plate and served it on the plate.

Then I brought out the fried side dishes, and just as I was saying how delicious they were...

I looked up and met my mother’s eyes. Seeing my dazed look, she tilted her head, as if wondering why I was staring at her.

Being stared at by such eyes, I came to my senses, swallowed my saliva, hastily looked away, twisted my body and walked towards the kitchen: “Mom, I have prepared the meal.”

Seeing me like this, my mother didn’t think much about it. “I smell the fragrance. Mom, come and help me.”

At this time, my mother was wearing a white T-shirt, revealing a little skin under her neck. Looking down, you could see her plump breasts that were completely covered by the shirt. If you look closely, the black shadow faintly visible under her collar was very tempting.

She was wearing a pair of black wide-leg pants on her lower body. They were very long, reaching to her ankles, but they also made her legs look very graceful and slender. Her round peach buttocks had a very conspicuous outline under the pants. If you stare at them for a long time, any man would definitely get excited.

Her outfit is very simple, extremely plain and very conservative, but despite this, it still makes people think about something else.

A faint fragrance wafted over. I came to my senses again and looked at my mother who was almost sticking to me. I quickly said, “No, no, no ... Mom, I can do it myself. You just go wash your hands and get ready for dinner.”

Even as I said this, my mother still walked into the kitchen and came to my side. She stared at the dishes in the pot and smacked her lips:

“Really? It’s cooked? Did you put too much salt? I don’t want to eat something like before, full of salt and tasteless...”

As soon as I said this, my face got a little hot, and I waved my hands impatiently: “Mom, just believe me. Also, how long ago was this incident?”

“Okay, then I’ll look forward to seeing my son’s cooking skills?” The mother pursed her lips and smiled, washed her hands, then turned and went out.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard my mother leave.

To be honest, every time I was alone with my mother in a small space, the scent of her body seemed to be tempting me to commit a crime, and it always made my mind very confused...

Unfortunately, she didn’t react to it ... or she didn’t notice anything unusual about me...

I sniffed, prepared everything, and walked out of the kitchen with a few dishes. But as soon as I walked out of the kitchen, the first thing I saw was my mother, who was sitting at the dining table with her chin on one hand, staring at her phone boredly.

Then the second look ... I saw her raising her right leg and pressing it on her left leg. The slippers on her right foot were still shaking from time to time, and her seductive jade feet were moving up and down. Her trouser legs could not cover her mother’s exposed arch and heel.

These two glances made me eager to make a move, but just when I was standing there for a few seconds, my mother noticed me, tilted her head and looked at me with a scrutinizing look in her eyes, and even her legs were no longer crossed.

I realized that my mother had caught me peeking, so I thought of a way to divert her attention. I pretended to be angry and walked towards the dining table with the dishes in my hand: “Mom, I cook everything ... Why don’t you take the tableware?”

“You asked me to come out to the kitchen, come on, let mom taste this fried meat first...”

As expected, my mother did not suspect anything. She smiled and said something to me. When she saw me put the dish down, she picked up a toothpick with shining eyes, picked up a piece of meat that was still steaming and fragrant, and put it in front of her little mouth. She slightly opened her red lips, blew gently several times, and then put it into her mouth.

I watched her chew several times, and finally swallowed. After putting on a blank expression, I swallowed my saliva and asked nervously, “Mom ... how does it taste?”

Mom took a sip from the water cup beside her and casually said, “Well, did you water my flowers today?”

Because my mother likes flowers and plants, she planted a lot of flowers and plants on the balcony at home, and she cherishes them very much...

My thoughts drifted away and I nodded: “I poured it. So, mom, how does it taste?”

Mom put the cup down, got up and went to the kitchen.

I probably understood that my mother was trying to change the subject. I watched her serving the rice and said unhappily, “Mom, just tell me if it tastes good or not. I don’t mind.”

Mom paused, picked up the rice spoon and pointed at me, raising her eyebrows slightly: “Really? I told you once before that it wasn’t tasty, and you rushed to cook for many days ... Do you know how I got through those days?”

“How did you get here?” I asked silently, a little curious about something my mother had never told me before.

Mom said with a stern face, “You know what? It’s so uncomfortable. The food tastes so-so. It’s not good if I don’t eat it, and it’s not good if I eat it ... Well, son, so it’s still mom ... uh...”

As she spoke, my mother observed my expression, her voice getting weaker and weaker. She quickly served the rice and picked up the chopsticks: “Ahem, it’s okay. It’s not that bad now. At least I can swallow it. Go out and eat.”

“Mom ... you could just tell me that my cooking was bad, why did you have to beat around the bush?” I followed my mom out of the kitchen and couldn’t help but call out her full name.

My mother looked back at me and smiled at me: “Hey, son, I’m just afraid that you’ll be sad. Be good and eat.”

“I’m in a bad mood.” I said silently.

My mother rolled her eyes at me and sat down. “Tsk, if it’s not good, then it’s not good. At worst, don’t eat it. You’re already a grown-up, and you still expect me to comfort you?”

I nodded calmly: “Yes.”

My mother didn’t expect my answer to be so direct. She blinked and kicked me: “Hey, don’t forget that you just called me your mother by my full name. If you don’t want me to be angry, just eat.”

I shrugged and was about to act nonchalant when I saw my mother tapping her fingers as if she was going to tap me. I was so scared that I didn’t dare to joke anymore. I grabbed the bowl and started eating.

After eating the fried meat that my mother had tasted just now, I chewed it and found that it tasted very good. I couldn’t help but whispered to vent, “Isn’t it delicious?”

When my mother heard this, she responded that she had high standards.

I had nothing to say, but seeing that she was smiling smugly at my silence, I curled my lips and said, “Your cooking skills are not that good.”

My mother was stunned for a moment, then took the whole plate of meat to her side, acting as if she didn’t want to pick any for me.

I couldn’t help laughing when I saw my mother’s childish behavior which was very inconsistent with her appearance.

When my mother saw me laughing, she didn’t know why, but she was sure that I was thinking about her bad things, so while she was picking up some food, she took away another dish.

I was so angry when I saw the food being taken away and I couldn’t get anything to eat. At the same time, I couldn’t help but imagine what my mother would look like in my arms after I completely conquered her.