Chapter 10

I stared at the mysterious area under my mother’s lace panties, with flames in my eyes.

What would my mother’s pussy look like?

My breathing became more and more rapid, and my mouth was dry.

I licked the corners of my mouth obscurely, wishing I could kneel behind my mother at this moment, bury my face between her two beautiful buttocks, lick her pubic mound carefully, and taste what my mother’s pussy tasted like.

The Oedipus complex buried deep in my heart erupted like a volcano at this moment, and I couldn’t suppress it.

I moved my feet subconsciously and walked towards my mother uncontrollably.

“Found it.” My mother suddenly straightened up: “This bag of dried mushrooms is really tightly packed.”

I woke up as if from a dream, and a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on my back.

Before my mother turned around, I hurried back to the chopping board, my lower body pressed tightly against the cupboard, and my voice was trembling slightly: “I bought it a while ago, I can’t remember when I put it in.”

“What else do I need to do after soaking the mushrooms in water?” Mom came to my side and watched me fiddle with other ingredients.

“Well, why is your face so red?” Mom put her palm against my cheek in a strange way, and her voice was not without worry: “Are you sick?”

“It’s okay, Mom, it may be because of the hot weather.” I was very nervous, afraid that my mother would find my erect penis: “The kitchen is so hot, you have worked all day, go to the living room and take a rest.”

“Wear an apron when cooking.” Mom put her arms around my waist and wanted to tie an apron for me.

“No need.” I swallowed.

“The clothes are all dirty, hurry up.” Mom saw me pressed tightly against the cupboard, stretched out her hand and gently pinched my waist, signaling me to be obedient.

How dare I move? I had no choice but to say, “Mom, I’ll tie it myself in a while, you go out and take a rest first.”

Mom felt a little strange, but she didn’t think much about it. She told me and left the kitchen.

After Mom left, I was absent-minded, and my mind was always lingering on the beautiful scenery of Mom’s private parts.

After working in the kitchen for nearly an hour, I finally prepared the meal.

Steamed spare ribs, shrimp porridge, celery, braised prawns, and an extra plate of braised chicken wings that Mom and her sister liked.

“It’s time to eat!” I brought the food to the table one by one and shouted loudly.

The house was too big and seemed a little empty, and the sound echoed in the room.

Mom walked out of the bedroom and twisted her neck gently: “My dear son, you’ve worked hard.”

“Mom, what’s wrong with your neck?” I asked with concern.

“Nothing.” Mom said, “It’s just a little sore after working all day.”

“Then I’ll give you a massage later.” I handed the chopsticks to Mom.

“No, you’ve been tired all day at school, have a good rest tonight.” Mom refused.

“It’s just a massage, what’s the big deal? You can have a good rest at home tomorrow, and your son will take care of you!” I patted my chest and took the initiative to take care of my mother.

Mom shook her head and chuckled: “I still have to work tomorrow.”

“No matter how hard you work, you must take care of your body.” I came behind my mother and massaged her shoulders and neck.

Mom took a sip of shrimp porridge: “I have been very careful. Haven’t you noticed that I haven’t worked after get off work recently? Even business trips are pushed as much as possible.”

“It’s right not to work after get off work, and even if you are a shareholder or a boss, you have to ensure your weekends off.”

“After all, it’s still our own company. There are so many companies and departments under the group. How can we not work hard?”

“Don’t you have an uncle?” I looked down and suddenly saw the deep ravines and a touch of white tenderness in my mother’s suspender pajamas.

My throat rolled. What kind of benefits is God giving me today?

From changing my mother’s high heels to peeking at her underwear, I now see her cleavage.

I can’t resist the waves of good fortune.

My eyes can’t help but fall to my mother’s crotch.

My mother’s breasts are so big and firm that I can’t hold them with one hand.

In daily life, I have noticed more than once that my mother’s breasts are still standing tall without sagging even when she is not wearing underwear.

I secretly sighed in my heart that my mother’s appearance and figure are really blessed by God.

“Alas.” Mom sighed softly: “Your uncle and I have different ideas, and I am worried about my subordinates’ work. How can I not work harder?”

At this point, Mom suddenly said: “The group is so big, Bella ... I can’t rely on her, I just hope she will be happy and worry-free in this life. Mom can only rely on you in the future.”

“Such a big group, so many employees, you can’t do everything by yourself.” My palm slid down slightly and changed the kneading part: “You have to learn to delegate power and learn to cultivate talents.”

Mom was silent for a long time, her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and after a long time she said: “I will seriously consider it.”

“Mom, you have a great figure.” I suddenly had a brain twitch and couldn’t help saying.

As soon as I said it, I regretted it a little, feeling that this sentence was a bit over the line.

I carefully observed my mother’s expression. Fortunately, my mother didn’t react. She even asked back happily: “Really?”

“Of course it’s true. You are the woman with the best figure I have ever seen.” I said what was in my heart. “Is her figure better than your Teacher Natalie’s?” Mom asked half-jokingly, her expression was a little playful.

My heart skipped a beat, and I pretended to be calm: “Teacher Natalie’s figure is also very good, but not as good as yours.”

“Mom is old.” Mom sighed faintly and put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hand.

“Mom, you are not old at all.” I smiled and said: “Your skin is so white and tender, and it is so watery. Even an 18-year-old girl can’t compare with you. I really don’t know how you maintain it?”

I am telling the truth. Mom is in her thirties this year, and her skin is still smooth and tender. It is a bit thin to describe her as “natural beauty”. It is more appropriate to add “eternal youth”.

My mother was very happy to hear my praise, and her face was filled with a rare smile: “You are so sweet, you can make your mother happy.” She patted the back of my hand and said, “Go and call your sister to eat. She hasn’t come out for so long. I wonder what she is doing in the bedroom.” “Okay.” I responded, came to my sister’s door, pushed it open and walked in. What I didn’t expect was that my sister was sitting on the bed at this moment, bending one of her slender legs, holding one of her little feet in her arms, and lowering her head to smell the smell on it. “Ah!” My sister screamed when she saw me, and her face turned red: “Harry, why didn’t you knock before you came in?!”

“Did I see you?”

I couldn’t help laughing. My sister actually remembered my random talk about smelly feet. I teased her, “Did you knock before you came into my room?”

“Oh, I’m going to die. I’m so embarrassed.” My sister buried her face in the quilt and tossed back and forth on the bed like a fish: “Harry, it’s all your fault. I hate you so much!”

“Okay, eat quickly.” I knocked on her head.

My sister hugged my arm and looked fierce: “Don’t tell anyone!”

“Okay, okay, I promise you.” I rubbed her hair: “Hurry up and eat, mom has been waiting for you.”

My sister followed me obediently to the dining table.

“Why didn’t you come out for so long?” Mom asked, she sipped the seafood porridge in small sips, her posture elegant and sexy. I was about to speak, but my sister covered my mouth. She was a little “furious”: “Don’t say it!”

Mom looked at my sister’s pretty face, shook her head and smiled: “What secrets can you two have that you are hiding from me?”

“Anyway, you are not allowed to say it.” My sister angrily glared at me.

“If you don’t want to say it, then don’t say it. Eat quickly.”

“It’s not delicious.” My sister commented: “Brother, your cooking skills have regressed a lot.”

Although she commented like this, she was eating happily.

“It’s not delicious, but you are eating so hard?” I peeled a big shrimp for my mother and handed it to her mouth.

Mom’s sexy red lips slightly opened to receive it, chewed it gently a few times, and swallowed the shrimp meat.

“I want it too!” My sister was furious.

She was feeling troubled by peeling shrimps, so why not use free labor?

“You two eat slowly, Bella, remember to wash the dishes.” Mom stood up.

At this time every day, she would do some body training.

“Brother, why are your cooking so delicious?” My sister changed her previous evaluation.

Her rosy little mouth kept chewing, and soon, a plate of braised prawns was almost finished by herself.

I pulled a piece of tissue and wiped my sister’s greasy mouth:

“Mom’s stomach is not good, and she has been busy with work and not paying attention to her diet during that time. I am worried about her health. I learned more from videos and books, and studied more and more, and I learned it naturally.”

My sister was chewing a piece of lamb chops, and her speech was unclear: “No wonder Mom is so partial to you, you are good at studying, handsome, and can cook...”

“Mom is not partial at all.” I nodded her head: “You finally admit that your brother is a handsome guy?”

“Who made us twins? If you are not handsome, doesn’t it mean that I am also ugly?” My sister licked her pink lips with the tip of her tongue, staring at the plate of braised prawns that had been eaten up with an unsatisfied look.

“Hurry up and drink the porridge. It’s going to get cold after serving it for so long.” I urged.

She lowered her head, staring at the screen of her mobile phone while drinking seafood porridge.

“What are you talking about? So excited?”

I couldn’t help asking as she poked the screen of her mobile phone with her greasy fingers.

“Isabelle and the others asked me to go shopping at Haimao Plaza tomorrow. Are you going?” My sister didn’t even raise her head.

The names she mentioned were all my and my common junior high school classmates.

Just at this moment, my mobile phone screen also lit up slightly. After taking a look at the message, I couldn’t help but curl my lips: “I won’t go. Why should I follow you girls?”