Chapter 4

Since that day, the relationship between my mother and I has developed by leaps and bounds. Unlike the deep affection between ordinary mothers and sons, there is another subtle feeling. Even if I am not in a coma/semi-coma state, I can sometimes get closer to my mother.

In the morning, I woke up, walked out of the room in my pajamas, sleepy-eyed, and saw the slender figure cooking in the kitchen. I couldn’t help but walk over and hugged my mother from behind.

“Well ... you kid, you only know how to make trouble for your mother”

My mother’s body trembled slightly, and she said coquettishly, but she didn’t drive me away. She just slapped my hands when they were restless as a warning.

After these few days of running-in, some of my mother’s bottom lines have also been made clear by me, so I don’t worry about making her angry, but there is more warmth and beauty between mother and son.

After breakfast and going to school, my mother wanted to kiss me on the forehead, but I didn’t lower my head as she wanted, but directly met her mouth with my mouth. My mother’s lips touched mine and separated immediately, and she scolded me in feigned anger.

Seeing that she was not really angry, I was relieved, and this time the test was successful again. Although I have kissed my mother’s mouth dozens of times when she was unconscious, flirting with her when she was awake still filled me with a sense of accomplishment and taboo excitement.

Using mind reading to read my mother’s general emotions, I can judge that she is not instinctively opposed to physical contact with me, but she really wants more contact, but rationality and dignity as a mother make her realize that she can’t go any further.

Every day after school, I will go back home as soon as possible, after all, there are many wonderful programs waiting for me...

“Mom, I’m back~”

When I got home, my mother didn’t greet me like usual, so I had to wait at home. There was no response to the phone call, and I couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy.

Fortunately, an hour later, the sound of the key opening the door rang, and my mother, wearing a police uniform, police skirt, and black silk stockings, pushed the door open and walked in. A beautiful and lovely mature policewoman immediately appeared in front of me, although she was a little tired, she couldn’t hide her excitement.

After my mother’s explanation, I learned that she came back so late because she was participating in the capture of a difficult criminal. However, the good news is that the operation went smoothly and the mission was successfully completed. I was quite dissatisfied with my mother for participating in such a dangerous mission, but I couldn’t say anything to blame her. Somehow, looking at my mother’s seductive figure and proud expression, a fire of evil surged in my heart, and the system that had been silent for several days also popped up a task.

[Task: Humiliate a policewoman with a strong sense of career]

[Task description: You are obviously going to participate in a dangerous mission, but you have to wear such beautiful and sexy clothes. You don’t know how much you will be eye-catching. If you unfortunately fail the mission and fall into the hands of the criminal, guess what will happen? ]

[Task prompt: Humiliate the target person in a semi-comatose state, and the target person will regard you as a criminal who needs to be captured]

I saw that my mother, who was in excitement, suddenly became hazy and her body softened and fell on the sofa.

After spending a full minute thinking about how to play with my mother, I took a rope and walked towards my mother.

“Don’t ... don’t come over...”

Mom felt my coming, mumbling in her mouth, her body resisting insignificantly. I tied the rope around Mom’s armpits, leaving a section near the center of gravity, and pulled hard. Mom’s body sat up like a puppet, and with more force, even her buttocks left the sofa and hung slightly in the air. After testing, it felt strong enough.

Satisfied, I loosened the rope, grabbed my mother’s beautiful silk stockings and pulled her body flat, and carried her to the clothes hanger on the balcony in a princess hug. I tried to tie the rope to the hanger. The hug had occupied both of my hands. I tried several times but couldn’t free my hands. So I had to let my mother lie on the cold floor. I adjusted the height of the hanger, put one arm around my mother’s waist, let her feet touch the ground for support, and slowly put her in a standing position. My mother’s body leaned against me, but her head was tilted back, and her hair hung behind her. This posture made my mother’s chest tightly pressed against my upper abdomen. Although there was a bra between us, I could still feel the softness of her chest. I used my other hand to wrap the strap around the hanger. When I felt it was tight, I released my hand around my mother’s waist. I used both hands to “hang” my mother’s body on the hanger, and then hit the reverse knot to fix it. Because the hanger was lowered relatively low, my mother’s feet were not suspended in the air. I turned the hand crank of the hanger and slowly raised my mother like fishing. First, the armpits were stressed, and my mother’s shoulders were forced to shrug. Then the spine was pulled and straightened. As my mother’s body rose, her two beautiful legs gradually closed from the posture of two legs apart, and then became straight and close together. The two beautiful feet were slowly dragged on the floor, and finally the toes were suspended in the air.