Chapter 10

“Blake, you seem to be in pain, do you need your mother to help you with something?”

After dinner, my mother was half-kneeling on the floor, mopping the floor. She was wearing a blue vest with very little fabric, and the straps were hanging down to her elbows, completely exposing the white lace underwear wrapped around her full breasts. Two pink cherries were faintly visible under the extremely thin underwear fabric, which was very tempting. The white short skirt was squeezed up to her buttocks because of the half-kneeling posture, and the exposed underwear of the same color was squeezed into a strip, embedded in her two plump pink labia. Under her smooth legs, her beautiful white feet were wearing a pair of transparent slippers. She held the rag in her left hand and lifted the black hair by her ear with her right hand. She looked at me sitting on the sofa with a charming look, smiling.

Deliberate! Definitely deliberate! Don’t be afraid, I have persevered in the past few days. Today is just a more direct temptation. Hold on! I silently chanted Namo Amitabha in my heart, covered the tent that had already been erected with both hands, and answered with difficulty, “No, I am normal, I am completely fine.”

My mother finished mopping the floor in such a beautiful way, which was a feast for my eyes. Then she hummed a little song and walked briskly back to her room in her slippers.

Seeing the opportunity had come, I jumped up from the sofa, ran to the bathroom, rummaged through the laundry basket, and finally found my target.

I have always sneered at, been extremely disgusted with, strongly condemned, resolutely cracked down on, and severely punished people who steal women’s underwear, even their own mothers’ underwear...

But I threw all these thoughts behind me like trash. Sorry, Mom, I only promised you not to masturbate and not rely on others, but I didn’t promise not to use other objects.

With this shameless thought, I slumped on the sofa and slowly unfolded the two pieces of red cloth in my hands. They were two pairs of soft and thin bras and panties embroidered with lace. Yesterday, my mother wore them to the street to cook and do housework, so they must have been stained with her body fluids.

I put the underwear against my face and smelled it carefully. Although my mother had been weaned for many years, I could still smell the faint fragrance of milk from the sweat of the underwear. I couldn’t help but think that if my mother’s big breasts were still lactating, she would be able to squeeze out a few drops of milk mixed with sweat from the underwear. What a lewd scene that would be.

I picked up the lace panties again. Except for the key parts covered by fabric, it was almost transparent gauze. Yesterday, when my mother was mopping the floor, she bent down and exposed her buttocks in the panties intentionally or unintentionally. The snow-white buttocks and the pink anus were completely exposed in front of me, and the remaining fabric almost all sank into the flesh in the middle, revealing two pink labia and a sparse forest that had reappeared after the cleaning for the unified examination.

Since you can’t protect my mother’s key parts, the biggest meaning of your existence is just to play with me! I pressed it to my nose and sniffed it hard. What was more prominent and attractive than the smell of sweat was the wet and salty fragrance of a mature woman, which exuded a strong scent of female hormones. It was undoubtedly the most effective aphrodisiac for young boys. I couldn’t help but put it in my mouth and carefully tasted the salty and fishy taste on the fabric with my tongue.

It would be even better if I had stockings that my mother had worn...

Unfortunately, my mother didn’t wear stockings yesterday. Instead, she exposed her white and tender legs and wore a pair of white high-heeled sandals. I guess the shoes must be stained with my mother’s sweat...

Thinking of this, I ran to the door with my underwear in my mouth and took the pair of sandals back. The shoes were all white, with two leather ribbons on the semicircular high heels to tie my mother’s smooth ankles, a circle of white leather on the front of the foot with a blue bow, and a shining rhinestone in the middle, and the curved toe conveniently exposed my mother’s five round and well-behaved toes.

What a cute and sexy pair of sandals, just right for my mother’s delicate little feet. As usual, smell first, then lick, smell again, then lick again, the fragrance of the mature woman with a salty, sweet and sour taste rushes into the mouth and nose, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth. Blake, Blake, I didn’t expect that you, a self-proclaimed upright and upright gentleman, would lick the shoes with your mother’s sweat like a puppy, lust is really a terrible thing.

I put one shoe in front of my mouth and nose and licked it, and then stuffed my already hard and swollen penis into the opening in front of the other shoe, rubbing the soft upper surface, making it wet and smooth with the secreted pre-cum. Then I grabbed the underwear with the milky scent and put it in front of my eyes, wiping the sweat on my forehead like a towel.