“Your massage feels much better.”

Her mother’s phoenix eyes were still sleepy, and the weariness on her face had vanished.

I subtly glanced at my mother’s pert breasts under her bath towel, and at the deep cleavage: “If you get tired in the future, just ask me to give you a massage. Your son will be happy to oblige!”

A faint smile appeared on Mom’s face: “Is it free?”

“Of course it’s free!”

My eyes were glued to my mother’s smooth, white cleavage: “Isn’t it only right for our son to do this?”

Mom’s lips curled slightly: “Then wouldn’t I be exploiting you for free labor?”

Squeeze, squeeze hard, squeeze every last drop out of your son!

The demons inside me were roaring and howling, but I remained calm and joking as I said, “Welcome to Mom’s exploitation!”

My mother closed her eyes and remained silent, enjoying my massage for quite a while, her beautiful face radiating relaxation and contentment.

“Alright, alright.”

Mom patted my arm: “Your arms must be sore from massaging for so long. Go and rest for a while.”

“good.”

I glanced at the sun outside the window. It was already five o’clock in the afternoon, but the sun was still scorching and unbearable.

However, with the National Day holiday approaching, this hot weather shouldn’t last much longer; it will only get colder and colder in the future.

“I’m going to the restroom.”

My heart stirred slightly, and I walked towards the bathroom.

The bathroom in this lounge is combined with the living room, and I guess my mom’s underwear was probably mixed with my clothes.

Sure enough, Mom’s underwear was mixed with my clothes.

My mother’s underwear is black, a cool color that doesn’t quite match her gentle personality.

The underwear had a lace trim around the edges, and it was completely dry, without a trace of moisture.

My eyes flickered slightly. Although my semen was stained on my mother’s straight skirt, it shouldn’t have seeped into her underwear.

But Mom chose to wash her own underwear as well, which means that her vagina had released a lot of vaginal fluid again…

Mom really does have a sensitive constitution!

I sighed inwardly.

You can’t blame Mom. After all, she was already soaked with her juices after I nudged her a few times with my mouth this morning. And just now, with my penis rubbing against her as she sat on my waist and abdomen for so long, it’s a miracle she didn’t get completely wet…

I put my mother’s underwear back, put on my own underwear and pants that had already dried, and then took my mother’s straight skirt and lace-trimmed underwear and went outside.

I deliberately placed my mother’s underwear and straight skirt on the bed and said, “Mom, I’ve taken your clothes and put them on the bed. Remember to change.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Without looking up, Mom suddenly raised her head a second later. When she saw the underwear on the neatly folded straight skirt, her moist red lips parted slightly, and her expression changed almost imperceptibly.

I didn’t realize it and told my mother, “Mom, you can’t work all the time, you have to take breaks too.”

“Okay.” Mom nodded gently, her beautiful face calm and serene.

I was slightly disappointed; it seemed my mother hadn’t thought much of it because of her underwear.

After all, what I did just now was somewhat of a test, and it was meant to make my mother feel embarrassed.

Why do people feel shy? Besides factors such as lack of self-confidence and social anxiety, there is another important reason: people only feel shy and uncomfortable when facing people they like or love.

Just like when you like someone, you will feel uncomfortable and embarrassed in front of her, and you will easily blush.

My mother and I are so familiar with each other that we have a very harmonious relationship. There is no way my mother would feel shy about me.

However, my mother blushed and turned red in embarrassment every time she faced me, which made me have a thought that I could not believe or even dare to speculate about: Does my mother like me too?

Seeing my mother’s reaction, I was greatly disappointed and felt like a clown.

He had long harbored the ambition to conquer his mother, but he never dared to take the first step. He didn’t dare to be shameless and bold like the protagonists in those mother-son novels, nor did he dare to reveal his true feelings and thoughts to his mother. He could only engage in these meaningless tests.

A faint worry enveloped me. I looked out the window and said, “Mom, is there anything you’d like to eat? I’ll cook it for you on my way back.”

Her mother seemed to be completely focused on her work, and she said casually, “Hmm, whatever.”

I picked up the insulated food container and said, “Then I’ll head back now.”

Without looking up, Mom said, “Okay, be careful on the road, and remember to check your sister’s homework.”

Homework? I smiled wryly to myself. My sister might not even be home yet; I was counting on her to do her homework.

I glanced at my mother from afar again; she was still engrossed in her work.

A slight sense of disappointment welled up inside me as I opened the door to the lounge and walked out.

The moment the door to the lounge closed, Chi Qinglan, the beautiful woman who had been intently reviewing documents, raised her flawless face and gazed in the direction I had left, staring at me for a long, long time…

I walked out of the lounge and then out of my mother’s office. Zhao Qing was waiting outside the office the whole time.

When she saw me, she immediately came to greet me in her high heels.

She smiled faintly: “Is President Chi still busy inside?”

I smiled politely and said, “Yes, Sister Qing, I don’t have anything to do here, so I’ll go home first.”

Zhao Qing hesitated for a moment, then said softly, “Oh, I made some porridge this morning. Would you and President Chi like to try some?”

“Um?”

I glanced at Zhao Qing, who had an ordinary appearance, and couldn’t help but smile to myself. I politely declined, saying, “No, Sister Qing, my mother only likes my cooking, so I won’t trouble you. I’ll try your cooking next time I have the chance.”

“Okay… alright.”

Zhao Qing skillfully concealed the disappointment on her face: “Then I’ll call a car to take you?”

I quickly replied, “No, no need.”

After rejecting Zhao Qing, I took a ride-hailing service home. On the way back, I bought some fresh ingredients and a bowl of pig’s trotter soup.

Passing by a flower shop, I saw the vibrant red roses inside, so eye-catching and striking.

I then got off the bus and bought a rose.

After I put the pig’s trotter soup in my own bowl and chopsticks, I immediately took it to Song Yu.

Although I promised my mother I wouldn’t associate with Song Yu, I could just keep quiet about it openly and keep in touch secretly!

Song Yu is, after all, a stunning beauty, and my progress in winning her over is remarkable. How could I possibly let her go so easily?

When Song Yu saw the fragrant and delicious pig’s trotter soup, she couldn’t help but pout slightly, as if she were being coquettish: “Are you trying to fatten me up?”

“It’s okay, even if Sister Yu becomes a big fat woman, men will still fight over her.”

“I’m afraid no one will want them then…”

I didn’t respond to Song Yu’s words; I was playing hard to get!

After chatting with Song Yu for a while, I left her house.

Judging by the time, Mom should be home soon.

Just as I finished warming the food, the door opened.

I rushed out of the kitchen and looked at the tall girl in the doorway wearing a sun hat and a long skirt. I pretended to be disappointed and said, “Sigh, I thought it was Mom coming back.”

My sister wrinkled her delicate nose and said to me in a coquettish tone, “Oh, you don’t like your own sister that much?”

My younger sister was carrying lots of bags; I have no idea how much she bought.

I stepped forward and took the things she had bought: “What did you buy? You bought so much!”

“None of these things matter.”

My sister shook her head, and as if by magic, produced a vibrant, luscious rose from nowhere: “Ta-da! Look, this is the most important one!”

Looking at the bright red rose in front of me, I was slightly taken aback: “For me?”

“Of course! Today is our first day of dating!”

My sister placed the roses in my hand, her delicate face close to mine, very close.

She said playfully, “How about it? Touched, aren’t you?”

I stared at my younger sister in front of me, my heart aching, and I was speechless with emotion for a long time.