Chapter 31

My mother didn’t reply to me. After waiting for two minutes, just when I thought the conversation was over, my mother opened the door of the guest room.

She was still wearing the same purple silk nightgown, her snow-white skin faintly visible in the dark, outlining a bit of mysterious charm.

I hurried over and tried to go in, but my mother stopped me and said coldly, “Go to the bathroom.”

I was stunned. Yes, it was hard to explain if I was blocked in the room, but outside, there were too many excuses. I immediately smiled and whispered, “Okay.”

My mother ignored me and walked towards the bathroom first, leaving behind only a gust of fragrant wind.

Following her to the bathroom, I looked at my mother’s snow-white body and wanted to hug her immediately, but she put her hand on my chest and looked at me coldly: “Don’t move.”

“Can you please stop moving your hands?” Looking at my mother’s tempting red lips, I really couldn’t help but want to taste them.

“Don’t move.” Mom glared at me angrily.

Seeing my mother angry, I felt a sense of anticipation in my heart. Normally, when my mother was angry, I dared not breathe a word. But now, my angry mother took the initiative to help me vent. I have to say, it has a different kind of charm.

“Okay.” I stood still obediently.

So the mother was a little at a loss. What should she do? Should she take off her son’s underwear? After a moment of hesitation, the mother frowned and said, “Why are you standing there? Take off your pants.”

“You told me not to move.” I gently sniffed the fragrance of my mother’s body with an innocent look on my face.

“If you don’t want it, forget it.” Mom turned and tried to leave.

I quickly stopped him and said, “I’ll take it off, I’ll take it off.”

He immediately took off his underwear, revealing his half-hard cock, and stuck it in front of his mother.

Mom sneered, glanced at me, and then stretched out her slender jade fingers to hold my gradually hardening cock. With a gentle stroke, the cock quickly became thick and hard. Feeling the cock in her hand become even bigger, a trace of helplessness and confusion flashed in Mom’s cold eyes.

The warm fingers holding my cock felt better than nothing, a little better than masturbating, but that was all. Having tried more, I obviously would not be satisfied with this. Seeing my mother’s eyes fixed on my huge glans, I said, “Mom, give me a kiss.”

My mother looked at me coldly and said two words impatiently: “Shut up.” She ignored me and continued to stroke my cock up and down.

As my mother’s body leaned forward slightly, her two big snow-white breasts were mostly exposed, with two grapes standing upright against her silk pajamas, looking very abrupt. I took a light sniff and found that these were the breasts that had fed me, the breasts that I could f•©k and ravage at will last night. Unfortunately, today, I couldn’t even touch them.

After stroking for a few minutes, my mother’s hands soon felt sore. She shook her hands and asked coldly, “Why don’t you cum yet?”

“Maybe the stimulation is not enough? Why don’t you try using your breasts?” I answered hesitantly.

Is that even necessary? You still expect to be able to get out with your hands? You are not the kind of person who deceives yourself, are you?

A blush flashed across my mother’s cold face. She took two steps back and sat down on the toilet seat. Seeing that I was still standing there, she said coldly, “Why are you standing there? Come here.”

I quickly stepped forward and put my hot big cock in front of my mother: “Mom, stop struggling, just hold it in your mouth.”

“Shut up!” Although my mother’s face gradually turned red, her tone was still cold, and it was obvious that the anger in her heart had not completely dissipated.

“It’s fine that you don’t allow me to move, but do you also control what I say?” My cock stood next to my mother’s delicate little face, and transparent semen oozed out from the urethra, only one centimeter away from my mother’s eyes.