Chapter 42

Walking on the street, my mother was undoubtedly the focus of attention of passers-by. She was wearing a black slim dress. As she swayed, her black stockings were faintly visible, mysteriously tempting the eyes of all the men. Although my mother was used to being stared at, she was still a little shy in this outfit today, so she leaned on me like a couple all the way, using me to block those unbearable gazes.

I leaned over to my mother’s ear and smiled, “Mom, look how charming you are. The whole street is attracted by you.”

My mother pinched my arm hard and said, “You’re still talking. It’s all your fault for insisting on coming out to eat.”

“You’ll get used to it. You’re so beautiful, what’s wrong with letting people see you?” Hey, they can only see but not touch anyway.

“What do you want to eat?” Mom ignored me.

“Well~~ Let’s have Western food.” Eating Western food is indeed more convenient, quiet, and more concealed. Hehe, mainly because of my mother’s dress, it is a bit difficult for me to eat quietly.

When my mother heard the word Western food, it reminded her of her long-forgotten memories. She glanced at me with a seductive look in her eyes, but didn’t say anything else.

I chose a restaurant that looked relatively quiet, and I specifically asked for a private room. It was called a private room, but in fact it was just a small compartment by the window, and it was not completely enclosed.

I had just ordered the food and when the waiter left, my tissue fell down for some reason. I had no choice but to bend down to pick it up, and then I dived into the tablecloth, and my mother’s black silk feet came into view.

The black stockings on her feet were slightly transparent, and they were perfectly matched with the black high heels, which looked like a treasure from heaven. I moved closer to my mother’s feet and took a deep breath, and I could only feel an inexplicable leather smell that was refreshing. I couldn’t help but kiss the back of my mother’s feet wrapped in stockings.

“Hey~ stop making trouble.” Mom’s voice came from outside the tablecloth.

Looking at my mother’s black silk feet moving slightly backward, how could I bear to let it escape? I held my mother’s ankle with one hand, pulled her entire silk stocking calf into the tablecloth, and then buried my whole face in it, gently stroking the delicate and silky silk stocking legs.

I rubbed along the straight calf all the way to the ankle, and then was blocked by the high heels. Seeing this, I stuck out my tongue and gently licked the smooth bend of the foot. After my saliva wet my mother’s stockings, my tongue continued to move downward, tentatively inserting into the gap between the high heels and the stockings.

My wet tongue wrapped around my mother’s feet. She couldn’t help but tighten her arches, and the instep and calf formed a black straight line, which was really beautiful. Just as my tongue was wandering around the edge of the high heels, my mother suddenly stretched out her other foot and gently kicked off the high heels on this foot.

With a “click”, the high heels fell to the ground, and my mother’s silk stockings-clad feet appeared completely in front of me. Her tender lotus-like toes were tightly wrapped in delicate black stockings, hazy like fog and as tempting as the night.

After gently stroking the smooth stockings and playing with them for a while, I couldn’t wait to put my mother’s toes in my mouth. My saliva immediately wet the stockings. My hot and wet tongue moved between my mother’s toes, constantly invading her nerves.

I don’t know if it was because of the itch or what, but my mother’s feet were trembling slightly, and the toes that I was holding in my mouth kept shaking left and right, stirring gently in my mouth. At the same time, my mother’s other foot broke free from the constraints of its high heels, and the sole of her foot wrapped in stockings was gently placed on my face, with the sole of her foot rubbing lightly against the tip of my nose.