Chapter 1

“My name is Blake, I’m 18 years old. I like reading and playing football. Everyone is welcome to be my friend. My father is a company manager. Although he is very busy at work and often not at home, I know that his efforts are for our family, and I am very grateful to him. It is my mother who takes care of me on weekdays. My mother is very beautiful, and others praise her as a great beauty. In addition to taking care of my life, she also likes to play games with me...”

The pen in my hand suddenly stopped, not only because I didn’t know how to write, but also because my eyes couldn’t help but glance at the table opposite - my mother was sitting at the table, wearing a thin and tight short skirt and a sleeveless shirt that was soaked with sweat and looked transparent. Her black hair was casually scattered, and her bare feet were swaying slightly in a playful way. Perhaps she noticed the sneaky look in my son’s eyes, and my mother smiled gently, and the amplitude of her legs swinging seemed to increase a little, and the mysterious area inside the short skirt was looming. I was a little dazed, and a drop of saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth before I suddenly woke up. I quickly lowered my head with a blushing face, pretending to do my homework, but after a while, my eyes unconsciously glanced at the opposite side again, and this glance, my eyes were immediately deeply attracted.

My mother was stretching lazily, and she let out a soft “hmm~”, which made my whole body tremble. She raised her hands behind her head and stretched her body, revealing her slightly plump belly and the armpits under her white and tender arms that were carefully trimmed and covered with crystal sweat stains. It was then that I realized that my mother was not wearing any underwear. Two pink cherries were clearly visible under the transparent fabric wet with sweat, and they stood up hard, propping up two small bulges on the thin sleeveless shirt.

I felt a pain in my crotch. It turned out that my penis had been erect for a long time and was painful because of the tightness in my pants. I quickly used my hands to adjust it and lowered my head, almost burying it in the paper in front of me. I started to make random gestures with the pen in my hand. At this time, I seemed to hear my mother’s chuckle.

After a while, I was desperately resisting the evil thoughts in my heart, but a few moans from my mother easily defeated me. I looked at my mother and saw that she seemed to be trying to pinch off something that was accidentally stained on her clothes. But when I looked closely, I saw that what she wanted to pinch off were two bulges on her clothes - two fresh and tender cherries standing upright!

“Oh~ What are these two little things? They are so weird, I want to get rid of them.” The mother looked like an innocent girl, twisting the two bulges with her fingers, sometimes pinching, sometimes rubbing, and sometimes pulling them up, accompanied by bursts of “Hmm~” and “Ah~” moans. The color of the cherries became more and more bright red and firm, as if they were about to penetrate from under the wet cloth.

I was so angry that my nose started to itch, so I quickly looked away to prevent myself from bleeding. My mother also stopped moving, as if to show that she had seen through my thoughts. I didn’t dare to look at her expression at this time.

“Blake, how’s your homework going?” Mom suddenly said softly.

I couldn’t help but panic, “Ah, that ... this paper is so difficult, I haven’t finished it yet...”

“Can you let mom take a look?” Mom asked in a gentle ... yet somewhat seductive voice.

“Ah? ... Oh...”

I stood up and wanted to hand the test paper to my mother, which exposed my erect crotch completely. I seemed to hear my mother’s chuckle again. I shyly walked to my mother’s side and handed it to her. My mother looked at the test paper and intentionally or unintentionally put a soft breast next to me, rubbing my arm. The soft and elastic touch constantly stimulated me, making me itch and couldn’t help but keep getting closer to my mother. The unique fragrance of mature women with a faint smell of sweat and my mother’s warm and attractive breath filled my nose, making me addicted.

“Do you like the smell of your mother?”

My mother suddenly whispered something in my ear, which made my whole body tremble.

“Ah? ... Mom, what did you say...?”

“Sorry, Blake ... I don’t know the answer to this question either,” said mom with a smile.

“Oh ... it’s okay, I can do it myself...” I moved back to my seat like a robot.

“Then you do it well, mom will go cook.” Mom said as she stood up and went to the kitchen. I clearly saw a transparent thread rising from under her body when she stood up. On the chair, a pool of crystal clear liquid was spreading on it and dripping onto the ground.

My mother was busy in the kitchen, and I was hiding behind the kitchen door, peeking at her cooking. This did not mean that I was a wretched and lustful son, but it was because my mother was dressed too seductively - her white and tender feet were on the floor, she was not wearing shoes, only a pair of white fishnet stockings wrapped around her slender legs, and a red translucent lace panties tied casually between her legs, dangling, unable to block the vibrant forest and the spring light looming in the woods. Her upper body was completely naked, with only a pink apron tied around her neck and waist. Her smooth and white back revealed charming soft lines, and her two big white rabbits could not be hidden at all, jumping under the apron, ready to come out. My mother hummed a little tune briskly, and her feet were raised and lowered alternately, letting her beautiful buttocks sway with it, exuding incomparable temptation.

My hand unconsciously slid down to my pants and I started masturbating. I saw a slight smile on my mother’s face again. Damn it, did my mother know I was watching? She didn’t even look back. Did she expect it?

Is it so easy to guess what my son is thinking?