Strategies for Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 44: Advanced Massage
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 44: Advanced Massage - My mother obviously didn't expect me to do such a bold thing. Her eyes widened instantly and she stared at me in surprise. My upper body was almost sticking to my mother's body. I pressed my penis with my right hand and pressed it hard on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, venting my desire happily. After a long time, I felt a sense of emptiness. My mother pushed me away, then quickly pulled out a tissue, frowned, and wiped the semen on her legs in stockings with a look of disgust. After t
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
I helped Teacher Tang to the bedroom and asked her to sit down by the bed. Then I stood aside and looked at her silently.
Teacher Tang sighed softly, bent down to take off her shoes, but just halfway off, she suddenly realized my presence, looked up, and said: “Okay, thank you. You should go home quickly, otherwise your mother will worry about you again.”
“I’m not a child. I won’t get lost if I go home late.”
“I’m not afraid of you getting lost. I’m afraid you’ll go crazy and not be able to find your way home.”
Teacher Tang’s tone is a bit like my mother’s. Maybe all mothers in the world are similar when nagging their children.
“It’s not that bad. Is your foot okay?”
Teacher Tang bent down and rubbed her ankle, saying, “I just went to the infirmary and asked Teacher Qin to help check it. It’s nothing. Just spray some medicine.”
Seeing that I was standing still, she emphasized again, “I’m really fine. You should go back quickly.”
I insisted and continued, “Teacher Tang, I’m still a little worried. Let me take a look.”
Teacher Tang laughed out loud, “Teacher Qin said it’s okay, what are you worried about?”
“I dare not say anything else, but I dare say I am more professional than Teacher Qin in sprains and injuries. After all, my family has a family tradition of treating sprains and injuries.”
“You?”
Teacher Tang looked at me in surprise and smiled, “Can you treat sprains and injuries?”
From her expression, she didn’t believe my nonsense at all. I felt a little weak in my heart. I was indeed a little arrogant just now. But Teacher Tang’s foot didn’t look okay, and Teacher Qin had checked it, so it wasn’t a big problem.
I smiled and said, “I’m not a doctor, I don’t have that ability, my grandfather is a professional. But I learned some massage techniques from my grandfather, which can help you to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.”
Teacher Tang looked at me doubtfully, hesitated for a moment, and said, “Forget it, I don’t have much to do, I won’t bother you. Go back quickly.”
How can I miss this rare opportunity?
I continued to bewitch her, “You will know if you try it, my technique is very good. I often give my mother foot massage, which is very comfortable.”
“You give your mother foot massage?”
Teacher Tang stared at me with wide eyes.
“Yes, my technique is very good. You will know if you try it.”
I saw that Teacher Tang seemed to be a little moved, but still a little hesitant, so I squatted down on my own initiative, grabbed her right foot with both hands, lifted it up, and then took off her shoes quickly.
This abrupt action is the second time today.
Teacher Tang didn’t react yet, she leaned back, supported herself on the bed with both hands, and said anxiously: “Hey, hey, hey, Ling Xiaodong! What are you doing?”
I held Teacher Tang’s snow-white feet in flesh-colored short stockings, and massaged them according to the knowledge I learned from the video. “Hey, hey, let go! Let go! Hiss~! Ah~!”
Teacher Tang wanted to push me away, but she frowned and squeezed out a sweet moan from her throat, pure and gentle. I held Teacher Tang’s flesh-colored feet in my hands, and gently rotated and kneaded the tender soles of her feet with the tip of my thumb through the flesh-colored stockings. Teacher Tang instinctively leaned back, and the expression on her face was completely instinctive. Seeing this scene, I couldn’t help but feel happy in my heart. I didn’t expect that I had this talent. I didn’t even start, but I was able to make Teacher Tang feel it.
But no matter how she felt, as a teacher, she was still very resistant to having her student pinch her soles. Before I could fully display my technique, she pulled her feet out of my hands with force, blushing and whispering, “Okay, okay, I know what you said is true. But the teacher doesn’t need your help.” I was a little reluctant, but Teacher Tang was thin-skinned to begin with. It was good enough for me to take off my shoes and press my soles without permission. If I continued, I guess she would really be angry and kick me out. I thought about it, got up and went to the bathroom to rinse the towel with cold water, then returned and squatted down, reaching out to grab the teacher’s little feet. Teacher Tang instinctively pulled her foot back and asked in a panic, “What are you doing again?”
I answered seriously, “After spraining your ankle, you need to apply cold compress first, so that you can quickly relieve pain and swelling. Let me help you take off your socks first...”
Seeing that I was taking the initiative again, Teacher Tang hurriedly stopped me from behind and said, “Okay, okay, I’ll do it myself.”
After that, she bent down and slowly took off the flesh-colored short stockings from her right foot.
I seized the opportunity, held her white and tender feet again, and quickly applied the towel on them.
Teacher Tang said “Ouch”, I was startled, looked up and asked, “What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”
Teacher Tang blushed and said awkwardly, “That’s ... the towel my husband uses to wipe his face.”
I smiled and said, “Hey~! I thought it was something else. It’s okay, it’s no big deal to apply a foot compress to my wife.”
As soon as I said it, it felt a little too ambiguous. In order not to cause embarrassment, I didn’t look up at Teacher Tang, but lowered my head and put the towel on her feet.
Teacher Tang was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take the towel and said, “Okay, okay, I’ll do it myself.
I just sprained my ankle, but I’m not paralyzed in bed and can’t move. Is it that serious? Go eat quickly.”
The order to expel me has been issued several times, and it would be annoying to stay here any longer. After saying hello, I left Teacher Tang’s house. While eating lunch in the school cafeteria, I kept thinking about what happened just now. It was a bit too fast, and I didn’t have time to write down the technique.
After returning home in the evening, my mother was cooking in the kitchen.
Standing at the door, looking at her plump and sexy back, I felt a little itchy. In addition, I was full of evil fire at Teacher Tang’s house at noon, but I couldn’t get rid of it, which made me feel uncomfortable.
It has been many days since that time, and my mother has also come to talk to me during this period. Judging from her performance, she didn’t seem to resist too much. I feel that the time should be about the same. Just as I was thinking about it, my mother turned around and saw me standing at the door. She was a little surprised and asked, “You came back without saying a word. What are you doing standing at the door?”
I was stunned for a while and said with a smile, “I’m reminiscing about my childhood.”
“Reminiscing about my childhood?”
My mother obviously didn’t understand what I was talking about.
I explained, “I remember when I was in elementary school, every time I came home from school, I would run to the kitchen door and shout, ‘Mom, I’m hungry.’”
My mother sighed and laughed sarcastically, “You were much more obedient when you were a child than you are now.”
I smiled and said, “Because I’m in a rebellious period now.”
My mother snorted and said coldly, “You’re not in a rebellious period. I think it’s a estrus period.”
After saying that, she seemed to think that this was a bit inappropriate. Without waiting for me to reply, she rushed to say, “Take out the dishes and chopsticks, wash your hands and prepare to eat.”
I was thinking in my heart, and I couldn’t tell what I felt about my mother’s attitude. How to say it? Somewhat reluctant, but helpless. Or maybe I was just being patient, not wanting to cause any more trouble before the college entrance exam. It seems that my idea was correct. The period before the college entrance exam was the key to success or failure. If I wanted to rekindle my relationship with my mother, this was my only chance.
After dinner, my mother sat on the sofa, looking down at her phone.
I walked back and forth in the living room, dawdling and refusing to go back to the house, thinking about how to start the conversation. My mother might have been annoyed by my wandering, and looked up and asked, “What are you doing walking around? Are you grinding?”
I glanced at my mother, thinking that she knew what I was thinking anyway, so there was no need to hide it, so I might as well say it directly.
“Nothing, just take a walk after dinner.”
Then pretending to suddenly remember something, I turned my head and asked, “By the way, is your foot better?”
My mother was startled when she heard the words, and then she reacted and knew what I meant, and said expressionlessly, “It’s much better now.”
“How about ... I’ll rub it for you again.”
As I spoke, I moved over and sat down next to my mother. My mother squinted at me, her face cold, and I didn’t know what she was thinking. After a long silence, my mother suddenly stood up and walked towards the bedroom. I thought my mother was angry, and just as I was about to speak, I heard her coldly say, “Wait a minute.”
I was relieved a little, and then I was happy. Sitting on the sofa, I waited for a long time before I saw my mother come out again. Just as I thought, her clothes changed from loose home clothes to black suits and knee-length skirts, and she wore light and transparent flesh-colored stockings on her feet.
My mother walked in front of me, coughed subconsciously, and then sat down, pulled her sexy flesh-colored feet out of her slippers, curled up inward, and put them on the sofa. I didn’t hide my heart, greedily looking at my mother’s white and warm slender legs, wrapped in flesh-colored pantyhose, which looked so crystal round, smooth and delicate, and flashing a sexy and attractive luster.
I pretended to be concerned and asked, “Does your foot still hurt?”
Mom hesitated for a moment, followed my role, and said expressionlessly, “It doesn’t hurt much anymore.”
“That’s good. But you still can’t take it lightly. I’m not sure. Let me take a look for you.”
Teacher Tang really hurt her foot, but Mom made up an excuse to cover up her embarrassment. I was not polite, so I reached out and held Mom’s socks, put the tip of my thumb on the delicate sole of her foot, and gently rubbed it through the smooth and delicate flesh-colored stockings. Mom didn’t expect me to move so quickly, and was a little caught off guard. She trembled slightly and instinctively wanted to retract her foot.
I was prepared, pinched her little foot hard, and spoke to divert her attention.
“Mom, although your foot injury has improved significantly, you still have to be careful. If there is no active and strict follow-up treatment, it is easy to form a habit of spraining your ankle. You have sprained your ankle frequently in the past few months, and I think you have this tendency.”
Faced with my serious words, my mother glanced at me with some disdain in her eyes. With the lesson learned last time, I first used my hands to gently press and knead the soles of my mother’s feet, not daring to use too much force, so as not to irritate my mother and stop playing again.
However, because it was not the first time, although my mother still had some instinctive resistance, she was not as stiff and stiff as last time. She just turned her head to the side and deliberately did not meet my eyes. While I was giving my mother a foot massage, I said, “Pressing your feet regularly can promote blood circulation, regulate nerves, and relieve stress. Mom, you’re so tired at work every day, and I want to care about you, but I can’t.”
My mother suddenly replied, “I don’t need your care. If you can listen to me and study hard, I won’t have any mental pressure.”
“That’s natural. Look how obedient I am now, and I’ve been studying hard.”
I nodded in agreement, and then changed the subject: “But I think verbal care is not as good as doing something in reality. I thought, every night when you get home from get off work, I’ll massage your feet to relax you, right...”
Before I finished speaking, my mother Mom turned her head suddenly, glared at me and asked, “Do you want to massage my feet every day?”
I hurriedly said, “Don’t think too much, I just want to massage you, let you relax, sleep well, and then you can devote yourself to work the next day. After all, you are the only one supporting our family now. If you are tired, who can Beibei and I ask for pocket money?”
“It’s started again, right?”
Mom glared at me, “Don’t push it too far, don’t think I don’t know what you are thinking. What kind of massage can you do ... hiss~! Ouch~! Be gentle~!”
Mom was halfway through her words when I pressed my thumb against the acupuncture point on the bottom of her foot and rubbed it hard. Mom frowned, clenched her silver teeth, and couldn’t help but let out a cry. At the same time, her body leaned back and half lay on the back of the sofa.
I smiled and said, “Mom, don’t underestimate me, my skills are not to be underestimated. As long as you try it once, I guarantee you will be satisfied.”
Looking at my mother with a smile, I didn’t delay my hands at all, kneading my fingers gently on her beautiful feet in stockings, feeling the cool, smooth and delicate touch, my heart was already burning with desire, and the heat was unbearable, and the cock between my legs was already erect.
Mom frowned slightly, her cheeks flushed, as if she felt my technique, she bit her lips subconsciously, and asked in confusion: “Where did you learn it from?”
I laughed and said: “To be honest, I worshipped a master as my teacher.”
“Master?”
“Yes! My master learned from Songshan Shaolin Temple, and learned the big and small grappling hands, the flower-picking finger, and the powerful Vajra finger. He is skilled in technique and first-class technique. He is the first gold medal foot massage therapist in the provincial capital.”
Mom glared: “Still talking nonsense! You taught yourself?”
I was stunned, and then said with a smile: “Mom, you are really amazing, you can guess this.”
“Even a fool can guess it. I said Ling Xiaodong, what are you thinking about all day long? I asked you to study hard, not to let you do these messy things? Learning to cook and massage, are you a little ... ah~! Be gentle~!”
I accidentally used a little more strength, which made my mother frown and scold.
I quickly relaxed my grip and said with a smile: “Wouldn’t it be more comfortable if you use more force?”
“Who told you that the more force you use, the more comfortable it will be? The more force you use, the more painful it will be! Do you understand? You are a gold medal massage master!”
Because of work needs, my mother occasionally accompanies customers to get foot massages, so she naturally has more experience in this area than me.
I hesitated for a moment, reluctantly let go of my mother’s beautiful silk stockings, stood up and said: “Wait.”
Then I turned and went into the bathroom and brought out a basin of hot water.
I asked in confusion: “What are you thinking about?”
“Serving the old Buddha to soak his feet.”
I put the footbath next to the sofa and said with a smile: “When I was a child, I often wrote in my composition, thanking my mother, and washing her feet today. I wrote so many times, but not once was it true.”
“You also know that the lies you told in your composition can be published in a book.”
“I was ignorant when I was a child, and now I am here to fulfill my promise.”
As I said, I grabbed my mother’s stockings and pressed them into the hot water.
“Hey~!”
My mother exclaimed, pulled her foot back with force, and blamed me: “You are crazy! Who washes their feet with socks on?”
I just reacted, smiled and slapped my forehead, and said: “Blame me, blame me. Then ... then let me help you take off your socks.”