Chapter 8

Mom twisted on the bed, her butt off the sheets, her body arched, one beautiful leg stretched out from the sheets, her toes clamped the sheets, twisting painfully. I have watched this video countless times and analyzed it countless times. Every inch of sensitive area on Mom’s body is recorded in my mind. In addition to the vagina, Mom rubs her breasts the most. Of course, Mom’s bed experience must be very bad, and her movements of touching the vagina seem so stiff and clumsy.

“Mom...”

“ ... Ah...” For more than ten days, Mom sometimes falls into inexplicable contemplation like now.

“What are you thinking about? Mom!”

“No...” Mom was pulled back to reality by me.

All this originated from my previous inspiration. A few days ago, a colleague of Mom’s troupe married her daughter, and Mom and I went to the wedding banquet together. When I returned home in the evening, wrapped in sweat, Mom accidentally talked to me about the issue of my girlfriend.

“The girls in our unit are too frivolous. They spend money, buy clothes, and buy cosmetics all day long. I don’t think I have anything in common with them...” I said casually.

“Mom is not asking you to have a girlfriend now, I just want to ask what type you like.” Mom tilted her head and looked at me with a smile.

“Oh! I prefer mature ones, the kind that can take care of the husband and children!” Now my mind is full of my mother’s voice and smile, and I don’t want to discuss other women, but my mother seems to be a little serious, so I can only try to be perfunctory.

“Mature type? Haha ... Our Weiwei doesn’t seem to be 21 this year? So how mature do you plan to find someone?”

Mom’s mouth has not closed, and she keeps laughing. Her lips are upturned, revealing white teeth. In the middle of the upper front teeth, there are two teeth that are longer than the ones next to them, which seem to be commonly known as “rabbit teeth”, which look very cute. I looked at my mother’s squinting phoenix eyes and some fine crow’s feet extending from the corners of her eyes, which brought out the charm of mature women to the extreme.

My heart was warmed, and my words were a bit frivolous. “I must marry a woman who looks exactly like my mother in the future!”

“You ... a child will talk nonsense...” My mother glanced at me and suddenly stopped talking. A rosy glow appeared on her face. This was the second time I saw my mother’s shy expression.

I wanted to take advantage of the topic and continue this topic that interested me, but unfortunately my mother didn’t speak for a long time, so I had to give up.

Two days later, my mother chatted with me at the dinner table for a long time and suddenly changed the subject: “I don’t understand, what is there to admire about a woman as old as my mother?” It seems that my mother denied this conclusion on the surface, but deep in her heart, she wanted me to prove its rationality. How could I not know it?

“Mom, you don’t understand at all. Women of your age may lack some youthfulness. But because of their rich life experience, they have a lot of mature charm. And this kind of charm is accumulated through life. It is something that women of other ages cannot learn or dress up. This is the unique charm of women of my age. How can you say that there is nothing worth appreciating? It’s really absurd...”

The speech-like words shocked my mother. She didn’t expect that I could say this with reason. Mom’s face flushed for the third time, but this time it was more of an excitement, and my thoughts flew to that lingering video...

“The colleagues who attended the wedding banquet that day said that they didn’t expect that our Weiwei had grown so big...” Mom was very excited as soon as she got home today.