Chapter 11

In the warm yellow light, I lay naked on my mother’s bed, greedily absorbing her body fragrance on the quilt and sheets, and then smearing my own sweat caused by nervousness and excitement on them.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and my mother, wearing a red and black gauze pajamas, with her beautiful legs and feet bare, walked towards me slowly, with the charm in her eyes as if it was about to flow out of the corners of her eyes. I noticed that she was holding a funnel-shaped cocktail glass in her hand, and I couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

“Mom, what is this wine glass?”

My mother sat down on the edge of the bed, raised one of her snow-white legs, and gently shook the wine glass in her hand. The crystal clear wall of the glass and my mother’s crystal clear skin complemented each other, like a match made in heaven.

“This is of course ... for tasting the fine wine that Blake has stored for half a month.” Mom stroked my body gently, as if she was appreciating a delicious meal, which made me a little scared and at a loss.

Mom put the wine glass aside, lay down beside me, stretched out her arms and stroked my hair. “Blake, did you have a wet dream last night?”

I was shocked and asked, “Mom, how did you know?”

“Hehe” Mom chuckled but didn’t answer “Who was Blake dreaming about then?”

My face immediately turned red.

“Is it the little girl you like?” Like all mothers of teenagers, the mother is concerned about her son’s lifelong affairs.

I quickly shook my head to indicate that this was not true.

Mom looked a little disappointed. “If Blake could find a daughter-in-law for me, I would be happy.”

I thought to myself, when did you start to care about this? Besides, if the daughter-in-law saw her husband and mother-in-law lying naked together ... I couldn’t bear to think about it.

My mother climbed on top of me like a kitten, and her skin, which was slightly pink due to her arousal, was in close contact with my body, which was extremely comfortable.

“Could it be Jessica?” Mom said shockingly.

I quickly shook my head and said, “How could I possibly be so mean to Teacher Jessica...”

My mother looked at my panic and chuckled, then brought her delicate, beautiful, rosy face close to me. Her seductive eyes made my heart beat fast.

“So is it mom?”

I felt my cheeks burning and my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

“Yes...” I answered truthfully.

When my mother heard this, a smile blossomed on her face. She hugged me in her arms, and my hot cheek pressed against her soft and plump breasts, which made me feel safe and comfortable.

“Then Blake can tell mom about the dream?” Mom said softly and seductively, “This is the content of the punishment, Blake must tell you everything.”

My cheeks felt like they were burning. I was asked to dig out my lustful dreams from the deepest part of my heart and show them to the object of my lustful dreams. This was really...

Seeing that I was speechless, my mother added, “As long as Blake says it, I will try my best to make it come true.”

“Boom-” I heard the sound of something deep in my heart collapsing, which shook me so much that I lost my mind and couldn’t control my speech.

“I dreamed ... of playing with my mother’s nipples...” I stammered.

“Really ... Actually, mommy’s nipples also like to play with Blake.” Mommy chuckled and put my fingers on her chest, rubbing the bulge of her nipples. The delicate touch coming from her fingers was like rubbing a tender cherry, which made me reluctant to do it. But mommy grabbed my fingers and kept squeezing them hard, forcing me to ravage that fragile fruit.

“Mmm~ Mommy’s nipples are getting bigger like Blake’s cock...”

The cherry became ripe, bigger, and erect under my kneading, and it was so beautiful and bright. The movements of my mother’s hands became more and more rough, and her breathing became more and more rapid. She used my fingers to pinch, stretch, and deform her tender nipples, just like playing with a toy that she couldn’t let go.

My mother put the other nipple to the corner of my mouth, and I immediately put it into my mouth and sucked it like a baby’s conditioned reflex, making my mother chuckle, “Blake is still the same as when he was a child. You like to drink your mother’s milk so much. It’s a pity that your mother has no milk for you to drink.” My baby-like behavior seemed to evoke memories of my mother. She gently stroked my head, releasing her warm maternal love.

“Well, it’s Blake’s turn to give mom something in return.” After a while, mom let my head lie on her lap, and while letting me play with and suck her nipples, she held my hard cock in her soft palms and stroked it up and down.

I had been on the verge of an explosion for a long time and soon reached my limit. The thick semen that had been stored for half a month spurted out, “puff” and “puff” shot into my mother’s palm, and dripped along the edge of her palm onto my crotch.

Mom took the funnel-shaped cocktail glass and carefully scraped every last drop of semen into the rim of the glass, leaving a pure white mark on the wall that seemed to match the color of the glass, like a small shot of White Russian.

Mom put the collected “wine” aside, and then carefully licked the remaining semen off her fingers. The dim light and hot air made the scene extremely tempting.

“Blake really couldn’t hold it back. He didn’t seem to be deflated at all after ejaculating once.” Mom gently stroked my still hard cock. “It seems that Blake also dreamed about other things. It doesn’t matter. You can tell Mom.”

The scene in the dream became reality, and a huge sense of satisfaction filled my heart. “I also dreamed of ... my mother’s little feet...”

“Haha, you kid,” the mother laughed shyly, “what’s there to dream about about my feet?”

As she spoke, she lifted up her pair of beautiful feet and shook them, looking like an innocent child.

“Isn’t this a question you ask even though you already know the answer?” I thought to myself. Who is it that often walks around in front of me in sandals and slippers, just for me to admire that pair of beautiful, pink and white feet?

“Blake, did you dream about playing with your mother’s little feet, or did your mother use them to make you comfortable?” Mom asked as she asked me to lie flat on the bed and sat next to me.

“Both...” I answered truthfully.

“Huh~ Blake is always so greedy, but mommy likes it very much.”

My mother stood beside me with her legs wide open, revealing a bright red peony flower in the middle, which made my eyes pop out.

Then she put one foot in front of me and stretched the other foot to my lower body. She gripped the hard cock and started stroking it - such an exciting posture was clearly something she had thought of long ago. She even asked me this question knowing the answer already. My mother is so mean.

I wanted to fight back against my mother, so I grabbed the little foot that was flirting in front of me and squeezed it hard, but I was instantly conquered by the soft and elastic touch in my hands. Although I knew that my mother had practiced dancing and often did yoga, and her body was very flexible, I was still amazed at the softness of this pair of jade feet. It was easy for me to hold the white soles of the feet with one hand, or bend the slender toes upward to vertical.

“Blake, are you giving your mother a massage? Thank you, my dear son.” Mom seemed to be enjoying it very much.