Chapter 6

“Good morning, Mom!”

In the morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw my mother’s tender eyes, and my heart was moved. Yesterday’s madness was still vivid in my mind, but I still felt like I was in a dream. How could all this happen so naturally?

“Good morning, John!”

My mother smiled gently, and if it weren’t for the two naked bodies under the quilt, I would almost dream back to my childhood.

In that vague memory, it seemed like my mother had such a gentle smile, softly called me, and then helped me get up and have breakfast.

“Mom, what time is it?”

“It’s still early. If you’re sleepy, just go back to sleep for a while!”

The tenderness in my mother’s eyes was about to overflow, and I somewhat knew the reason.

I have been estranged from her in the past few years. From the time we met at KTV to now, I rarely call her mother in normal communication. Basically, I always say “Hey, you” and never address her as a respectful name.

She accepted all of this calmly and never blamed me. Until yesterday when I opened my heart, everything changed. I could not help but call her mom, naturally and without any sexual desire.

She didn’t say anything, but every time she called her mother, her eyes would become extremely soft. Of course, the call when the bodies were intertwined was not an exception. The call when the naked bodies were intertwined would only make the taboo incestuous intercourse more real and exciting.

I still don’t quite believe what women say. I reached for my phone to check the time and found that it was already nine o’clock. After a night of dormancy, the cock under my crotch had already revived and seemed to want to regroup for another battle.

When I touched my mother’s soft breasts dishonestly, she reached out her hand under my crotch and quickly retracted it, blushing and spitting: “You are so dishonest so early in the morning, behave yourself!”

“Hehe! Isn’t it because my mom is so attractive?”

Many times of intercourse made me feel less restrained in front of my mother and more shameless.

“Can this be considered a meal? Hurry up and get up, it’s time for breakfast ... Ah, stop touching me, you little brat!”

Pulling away my hand that was reaching into her pussy, my mother lifted the quilt and got out of bed. With her perfect body naked, she opened the closet and looked for clothes.

A white and smooth jade back, a slim waist that can be held in one hand, and a plump buttocks that are not sagging at all. From the back, the naked body without any shaping of clothes is as beautiful as a fine work of art, and the graceful curve at the junction of the slim waist and plump buttocks is very ornamental.

When she bent over, raised her legs, and put on her palm-sized thong, my breathing became short. Why had I never seen her dressed so sexy several times before?

“Ah! Stop touching me, John!”

My mother slapped my mischievous hand away, quickly put on her bra, put on a silk pajamas and ran out of the room.

Oh! I still need to hone my concentration! But when I think of my mother’s plump peach buttocks clamping the thin rope without leaving any trace, I am extremely excited. Hehe! Today I have to find a chance to pry open the two fleshy buttocks to find where the thin rope is hidden.

Breakfast was millet porridge that my mother had set in the rice cooker last night. Although this thing nourishes the stomach, it doesn’t fill the stomach. I licked the bottom of the pot clean and ate three bowls before I felt a little better in my stomach.

Mom took off the messy sheets yesterday and threw them into the washing machine. She changed her clothes again. The purple hip-wrapped dress showed off her perfect curvy figure. The V-neck was not low, but her breasts were magnificent. The deep ravines were looming and very tempting. The black translucent stockings outlined her plump and voluptuous legs. The black high-heeled leather shoes set off her slender and straight legs.

In this open metropolis, my mother’s outfit was not too revealing, nor did it have a bit of a prostitute vibe. Her long hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head, which gave her a more mature and noble temperament.

The round and perky buttocks were tightly wrapped in the tight skirt, and the edge of the underwear could not be seen. I suddenly realized and felt a little disappointed at the same time. It turned out that wearing a thong was not to seduce me!

“John! Mom has to go out. She has work to do today. Are you ... gonna stay home?”

“Hmm? Today...”

Just when I was about to say that it was the weekend, I immediately remembered my mother’s job and then looked at her clothes. Was she going to meet her lover or to start soliciting work with prostitutes?

I already believed in my heart that she should stop engaging in the flesh trade, but I could not tolerate the two speculations mentioned above. However, given my current situation, how could I stop her? In other words, what qualifications did I have to criticize my mother’s profession?

My mood suddenly became depressed. I lowered my head and didn’t look into my mother’s eyes. I pretended to be calm and said:

“Mom, go ahead. Some colleagues from the company asked me to go fishing today. I need to take a rest and go out later!”

“oh?”

My mother stared at me with a half-smile on her face and chuckled, “I saw you text someone last night saying that you had something to do today and you weren’t going out to play!”

I didn’t expect her to see me sending messages, but being exposed in front of her not only embarrassed me, but also made me feel even more ashamed: “You just go and do your thing, I can just go home and lie down!”

“Puff!”

Mom couldn’t help laughing out loud, her pretty face showing a hint of ridicule: “You’re still angry! My John is so stingy!”

Seeing that my face was getting uglier and uglier, my mother stopped laughing, reached out and touched my head and said, “Mom, I was just joking! How can I go out without my good son?”

“No need! I can go back by myself...”

“Let’s go! Are you still angry with mom?”

I was about to continue to refuse, but my mother grabbed my arm and dragged me out without giving me any explanation.

I admire her very much and find it hard to understand some of her characteristics. She was moaning softly under my crotch yesterday, but after getting off the bed and putting on her clothes, she could immediately switch to a normal mother-son relationship. It’s as if the mother who was fucked by her son to the point of incontinence is another person.

Logically speaking, we are forbidden to have incest, I was the one who forced and took the initiative, and my mother was the one who passively endured and was forced to compromise. After a period of calm thinking, she figured it out and let down her guard, and then dressed conservatively to pretend to be a loving mother. Her mentality at the time was to try to persuade her, and only reluctantly accepted it when she couldn’t persuade her. Yesterday, I took the initiative to break her defense, but how did she switch between the status of lovers in bed and mother and son under the bed?

In fact, if you think more about her previous job, you will understand a little bit. It’s just that I don’t want to think about or mention this. At least, the mother next to me now is gentle and a little lively.

I couldn’t refuse such a gentle, loving and playful mother’s request. But when I got downstairs, I was still a little confused: “Mom! Are you sure that your work won’t be affected if you bring me with you?”

I almost said it straight out, even if you weren’t going to meet your lover, wouldn’t it be awkward for you, a brothel owner, to bring your own son to work?

“No problem, what impact will it have?”

My mother seemed to not see my puzzled expression, and walked briskly in front of me. I followed her to the ground parking lot, and my mother took out the car key and pressed it. The headlights of a white Audi A4L in front of me flashed twice.

“Huh? When did you change your car? Mom, where’s your old silver Accord?”

I asked in surprise. The car in front of me ... seemed a little familiar.

“That one! I sold it two years ago. I’ve been driving it for more than ten years!”

Mom explained it to me, motioned me to get in the car, opened the door, and sat in the driver’s seat. When I got in the passenger seat, she smiled and said to me, “So my John cares so much about me!

Over the years, I only drove that Accord back home twice. You didn’t like the things I bought and didn’t want to ride in my car. If I remember correctly, you only rode in that car a few times!”

To be exact, it was two times. I remember it clearly! One time, he picked me up at the entrance of my village, and another time, he bought me a lot of things, but I didn’t want them, so he stuffed me and the things in his car and sent me to the village.

Seeing that I was silent, my mother reached out and touched my head, her eyes full of tenderness and apology: “It’s been many years, I didn’t expect you still remember the brand and color of that car, Mom really...”

“Okay, okay!” I pushed my mother’s hand away impatiently. I actually enjoyed her loving touch on my head, but I was no longer a child, so I still felt awkward. “Don’t be so self-indulgent. Men are naturally more sensitive and interested in cars. Not to mention riding in one, many acquaintances can remember the cars they drive after just a few glances!”

“Oh!” Mom responded indifferently, but she wasn’t angry that I shook off her hand. She smiled at me gently, then turned around and started the car.

Men are indeed interested in cars. But my interest is not only remembering the model, brand and color. I only rode in her Accord twice, but I remember the interior and even the decorations on the center console clearly. I will definitely not tell her this, because it is impossible to use men’s interests as an excuse. I don’t want to admit it, nor do I want her to see through me. In those years, in the mood of extreme hatred and resentment, I still missed her so much that every time we met, I remembered clearly what she bought for me and what she played with me.

I don’t know if my mother is recalling the few years we spent together as mother and son, just like me. Although she never talked to me, she would occasionally glance at me while driving, always with a gentle smile on her face.

Men and women who have rolled in bed together many times look at each other from time to time, without any embarrassment, desire, or the lingering affection between men and women in love. Only gentle and warm love and affection permeate the air, which is probably the only one in the world!

Without small talk, I had more time to think. I quickly remembered where the strange familiarity of this A4 came from. During the half month of tormenting each other and not seeing each other, I had seen this car many times when I was going home from get off work, on the roadside in front of the company, or on the short way home. No, it should be this one!

At this point, the truth was revealed. My sixth sense of being watched came from this. My mother, who was anxious about her son, would look at me from afar through the car window from time to time. However, because of the distance and the fact that I was sitting in the car, I had no way of finding her even if I could sense her.

My complicated emotions made me not pay attention to the world outside the car. It was not until my mother stopped the car and pulled the handbrake that I realized we had reached our destination.

“We’re here! Get ready to get off the bus, John!” Mom seemed to notice that I was uneasy and reminded me gently.

“Oh, OK!”

I unbuckled my seat belt, opened the car door, and followed my mother out of the car.

“This ... Mom, you want to get a beauty treatment? Didn’t you say you were going to be busy with work?” Looking at the beauty salon in front of me, I was a little confused.

“That’s a mom’s job!”

My mother smiled teasingly, carried her small handbag and walked straight in wearing high heels, and I had no choice but to follow her.

“Jennifer!”

“Hello Jennifer!”

“Jennifer, you’re here!”

I was stunned when I walked in. There was no welcome greeting, but four or five beautiful sisters were calling me “JenniferJennifer”. I didn’t understand at that time that the beauty salon was my mother’s own territory! But I didn’t know whether she was the leader or the boss.

“Um!”

My mother bowed her head and smiled and responded, with a bit of the aura of a strong woman.

“I’ve been a bit busy lately and haven’t been able to take care of this side of the store. Thank you for your hard work!”

“Jennifer, don’t worry!”

A pretty young lady readily agreed, glancing at me behind her mother from time to time.

Not only her, the other three or four were the same. Needless to say, they were very curious about the identity of the young man brought by JenniferJennifer.

“John, come here!”

My mother saw through their little thoughts and took my arm with a smile: “How is it? Am I handsome?”

“handsome!”

I really doubt whether they had rehearsed in advance, as they shouted in unison, but the laughter afterwards seemed a bit chaotic.

This group of women all stared at me, and their looks were all above average. Even though I pride myself on being thick-skinned and strong-willed, I still felt a little embarrassed.

“Okay, stop guessing! Let me introduce you, this is my son!”

The mother’s face was filled with pride, and her expression made her look as if she was telling her employees: My son is so handsome, hurry up and praise him!

“Wow!”

“No wonder he’s so handsome, he turns out to be Jennifer’s son!”

“When did you come here, handsome? I heard you’ve been working in H City...”

“Does the handsome guy have a girlfriend?”

“Little boss, please take good care of me in the future!”

The trouble with so many women is that they chattered all the time, leaving me completely confused and speechless. Amid the noise of greetings, I still managed to make out something.

They actually knew that I used to work in H City, which proved that my mother often mentioned me in front of them. The title of “little boss” clearly told me that this beauty salon was my mother’s own business.

From this, I also came to a conclusion that when we first met at the KTV, my mother was indeed just an intermediary. She had a house and a car in S City, and she also ran her own beauty salon. If she was not mentally ill or was really thirsty, there was really no need for her to engage in prostitution for just a few thousand yuan.

These were my fleeting thoughts as I politely smiled and dealt with the pretty ladies in front of me.

When they learned that I had settled down in City S, they became even more enthusiastic.

“Alright, alright!”

Seeing that he was surrounded by four or five women, his mother stepped forward to help: “If any of you are really capable of seducing my son away, this store will be yours from now on. If you don’t have that ability, then go do whatever you want!”

“real?”

“Jennifer, are you serious?”

“Is this true?”

Mom’s queen temperament is really domineering, what kind of tiger and wolf words are there, I can’t even keep up with her. And those pretty faces who are eager to try, are you serious?

“Well ... Maria, Rebecca, you two have families, so don’t get close to my son. It’s not good for the harmony of your family!”

“Ha ha!”

The women burst into laughter.

Forehead...

Finally, the women calmed down and started to do their own things. From what they were saying, it seemed that there were customers inside and several employees were busy! When I thought about the possibility of being introduced again and being surrounded by a new round of beautiful women, my head started to hurt.

Fortunately, my mother saw my predicament, chatted with the young woman named Maria about the business situation, and then took me to the sofa in the lounge area to sit down and chat for a while.

I learned from her that she opened this beauty salon a year ago. Besides the store manager who has a small stake, my mother is the sole owner.

I used to think that she had been a prostitute for more than 10 or 20 years since her divorce. It was really stupid and stupid that she was still engaged in the flesh trade after so many years. It turned out that I had misunderstood everything.

After a cup of tea, my mother went to get in touch with old customers. I was taken to a small bed in a compartment by a sister and enjoyed a god-like treatment - a free full body spa.

I thought I would spend the whole day with my mother in this shop full of women, but in the afternoon, she asked me to have afternoon tea with her clients. Naturally, I was also asked to accompany her as a mascot.

As Evelyn’s assistant, I have experienced many social events, big and small, so I certainly won’t be embarrassed or shy about this small event. However, the topic of the conversation between the two middle-aged women really doesn’t interest me. The other party’s figure and appearance are not as good as my mother’s, so there is nothing to see. I can only occasionally lower my head and secretly admire my mother’s black stockings and beautiful legs to kill time.

Finally, this boring time ended. When I got back to my mother’s car, I felt that the world was much quieter. My mother first praised me for paying the bill secretly when I went to the toilet, and I accepted it calmly. After attending many social events, I naturally learned to read people’s expressions. If a customer invites you to have afternoon tea, how can you really let him pay the bill? My trick just solved the polite tug-of-war when paying the bill after the event.

When I shamelessly asked for a reward, my mother came over to the passenger seat with a red face, held my head and kissed me hard on the face.

“Are you satisfied, brat?”

“Satisfied, satisfied, hehe!”

Although it was clearly a kiss full of gratitude, I had unusual thoughts. My mother’s slightly red face and smooth black legs were arousing my desire.

“Ouch! Mom, what are you doing!”

While I was fantasizing, my mother pinched and twisted the flesh on my thigh.

“Look at your pig-like expression, you must be up to no good! This is to punish you for peeking at my legs earlier!”

I didn’t expect that I was discovered by my mother when I was peeking at her beautiful legs in black stockings while playing with my phone. At that time, she definitely didn’t want the customers opposite to see anything, so she endured it and didn’t say anything or make any behavioral response.

“Uh ... ha! Isn’t it because these legs are so tempting ... ah, hit me again!”

“Just say it, don’t touch me again!”

I didn’t dare to really make my mother angry, so I took back my hand from her black silk legs. However, the blush on my mother’s pretty face slowly dissipated after the car drove a long way.

I thought I had fully understood my mother’s current living conditions by now. But when her car stopped again, it was neither in front of the beauty salon nor in the parking lot of her community.

Looking at the very conspicuous sign in front of me, Leisure Club! At this moment, I can’t even tell what I’m thinking.

In an instant, I thought that compared to the beauty salon which had just opened for a year and it was not known whether it could recover its costs and start making a profit, this leisure club that many men yearned for was probably the foundation of my mother’s livelihood in S City!

“Hello Jennifer!”

With mixed feelings, I followed my mother into the room. The same greeting sounded far less pleasant than the one from the beauty salon sister. I just felt it was irritating.

“Welcome! Would you like a foot wash or a massage?”

“Um?”

I was a little stunned, but when I realized that I was already more than a meter away from my mother because of my complicated thoughts and my slow pace, it was not surprising that I was mistaken for a customer.

“No, no!”

I’m not a rookie, I’ve experienced this kind of situation once or twice, so I don’t feel embarrassed. I was about to explain when the mother in front of me heard the voice and turned around and shouted, “John, come here! Oliver, this is my son!”

The latter sentence was directed at the young man in front of me who had a walkie-talkie on his waist.

“Huh? Sorry, sorry! I thought you were a customer!”

The young man nodded and apologized in a flattering manner, with a look of envy in his eyes. Oh! He must be envious of me for having such a rich mother! Unfortunately, after my mother walked past him, he stared at my mother’s plump buttocks with a lustful look in his eyes, which made me not have the slightest good impression on him.

I reluctantly nodded and said it was okay, then I walked to my mother and ignored her.

“Hey! Jennifer is here!”

A middle-aged man holding a thermos and drinking water appeared at the front desk. He was wearing a striped casual shirt with two buttons undone. His facial features were good, but with a simple flat head, he seemed unruly, yet he always felt greasy.

“Well! How’s business these days?”

My mother walked behind the cashier counter, brought out a stool and handed it to me. I took it, moved it aside and sat down.

“That’s it! It’s OK, you can check the account yourself later!” Ryan answered nonchalantly, staring at his mother’s big breasts and fat buttocks lustfully and said: “Jennifer’s figure is really top-notch, the older she gets, the more charming she becomes!”

Teasing her verbally was not enough. As Ryan spoke, he reached out and touched his mother’s plump buttocks, then moved his palm down, ready to continue caressing his mother’s plump thighs.

Seeing this, I was furious. Although I knew from the moment I came in that my mother seemed to have escaped from the low-level business of selling her body, she was still in the dust. But being teased like this in front of me still made me extremely angry. Fortunately, I am not an impulsive boy, otherwise I would have stood up and raised my fist!

Bang!

My mother didn’t disappoint me. She waved her hand and slapped away the dirty hand that was taking advantage of her. She shouted, “Shannon! Come out and take care of your husband Ryan. He dared to take advantage of me!”

“Jennifer is here!”

A woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She looked to be in her thirties, with heavy makeup on. She had a good look and figure, but she had an unconcealable worldly air about her.

The woman wiped her hands with a tissue as she walked away. It seemed that she had just come out of the bathroom. She threw the tissue into the trash can and smiled charmingly, “It’s Ryan’s ability to take advantage of Jennifer. He made a profit, and I didn’t lose out!”

“Shannon, this is my son!” Mom walked over to me and introduced me to the woman. Without waiting for her response, she continued, “If you don’t take care of your man and do something to me again, you won’t be able to get your medical expenses reimbursed if my son hits you!”

“Oh my! Where did this handsome boy come from? Turns out he’s Jennifer’s son!”

The woman’s coquettish voice made me feel very disgusted, so I just nodded as a greeting.

“Hello handsome guy, want one?”

Ryan came over, took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, pushed out three cigarettes and held them out to me. I blocked them with my hand and said in a cold tone, “Sorry, I don’t know how to do it!”

Are you kidding? I witnessed what happened just now. I didn’t punch him twice out of consideration for my mother. How could I possibly take his cigarette and be nice to him?

“Ahem! It’s better not to smoke, it’s better not to smoke! This thing is harmful to the body!”

Ryan took back the cigarette box somewhat awkwardly and went down the stairs.

My mother looked at me with an unnatural look on her face. She knew that I was a bit of a smoker, and she could see why I refused Ryan’s cigarette. Even Ryan himself and the woman named Shannon should have seen it.

“You two, get out of here!”

My mother, seemingly fierce, resolved the awkward atmosphere, walked into the cashier counter and sat down, then said to me: “John, if you are not used to staying here, go out for a while. Mom will check the accounts and leave after she is done!”

“Oh, OK!”

I feel uncomfortable but can’t fully vent it out, so I really can’t stay here any longer.

“Handsome guy, walk slowly!”

When he stood up, Ryan was too embarrassed to keep me, so he asked me to walk slowly with a flattering smile. I guess he was regretting his behavior of teasing my mother just now, which made him a little embarrassed in front of me.

But the coquettish Shannon came over to me without hesitation and took my arm to see me out. She smiled coquettishly in my ear and told me to come back often when I have time. She hinted that if I came alone, she would arrange for the best-looking girl to serve me.

What a fucking slut!

I cursed inwardly as I watched Shannon twist her big round butt and walk into the club.

But when she leaned close to my ear and whispered, her lips kept touching my ear, she held my arm, and her large breasts pressed against me frequently, making my cock hard.

I don’t know if she is born so coquettish or if she is a disguised apology for her manhood, so she gave me, a young man who looks like a boy, a taste of her sweetness.

I squatted on the side of the road and smoked a cigarette, and then I calmed down a little. I looked up at the leisure club not far away, and I felt mixed emotions!

This shop doesn’t look small, and I don’t know how many years it has been open. As the owner’s mother, she probably made a lot of money from this! From the tone of her conversation with the couple just now, I can tell from my eyes that they should be partners. My mother is probably just one of the owners of this club.

The pitiful and wronged little woman who was forced by me, the virtuous and gentle mother who cooked and washed for me, the charming and passionate woman who was reluctant to give in in bed. The friendly and considerate female boss in the beauty salon. The amorous and unrestrained woman who was not shy and spoke dirty words naturally when being teased by men in the leisure club.

With so many facets of personality, which one is the real mother? People have many sides, and it is understandable that they behave differently in different environments, but my mother can switch between different sides freely. The contrast between them is comparable to the sum of my previous girlfriends, or even more.

I pondered over this and asked myself, how many of her multiple personalities were real and how many were fake when she was alone with me? The image of my mother in my mind is always covered with a veil. The more I understand her, the more I uncover her. I thought I could see her true face, but beneath the veil, there is another layer, which is always so hazy and difficult to understand.

The sky gradually darkened and it was evening. The large signs of the leisure club flashed dazzling neon lights, which could stir the thoughts of lonely and thirsty men. No matter rich or poor, they only needed to pay a small price of 298 to 498 yuan to enjoy the thoughtful service of beautiful sisters there.

Don’t ask me how I know this. As a man who has shopped in H City twice, when I walked in, despite my mixed feelings, I couldn’t control my instinct to glance at the price list at the front desk and somehow couldn’t forget it.

Of course, compared to H City, S City seems to have a stronger control over pornography, so it is impossible to get a one-stop service. At most, they can help you jerk off, but I don’t know the specific extent. I heard colleagues in the company talk about handjobs, breast pushes, oral sex, ice and fire dragons, etc., and they were so vivid that they could make young guys with less experience very excited.

Thinking of these, the neon lights of the leisure club became ambiguous. Thinking that the owner of this ambiguous club is my mother, or one of the owners, the feelings in my heart are really complicated.

After wandering around the nearby streets for an hour, I finally got a call from my mother. I turned around and walked back to the leisure club, only to see her standing by her car, looking around.

“Here it is, Mom!”

I shouted, and my mother’s eyes immediately locked onto my position. She hurried over and took my hand and said, “Mom was really confused. I forgot to give you the car keys. At least there is a place for you to sit and rest. John, you must be tired of waiting!”

When we got to the car, my mother touched my face, her face full of remorse and heartache. I forced a smile and comforted her: “It’s okay, I just walked around here for a while, I’m not bored. You’re already a grown-up, don’t worry so much!”