I combed my mother’s hair for quite a while; the scent of shampoo was delightful and lingered around her.

　　 Smelling the delicate fragrance emanating from my mother, though I felt reluctant to leave, it would be somewhat inappropriate to continue combing my hair.

　　 My fingertips brushed through my mother’s hair, and I put down the wooden comb, saying gently, “Mom, I’m done combing.”

　　 The mother opened her eyes, which had been slightly closed, and said serenely, “Thank you, my dear son.”

　　 “Why are you being so polite with your son?”

　　 My mother stood up from the bedside, her graceful figure tall and slender. She stretched her neck slightly and said to me, “Okay, then you should get some rest.”

　　 Looking at my mother’s long, slender, white neck and rounded shoulders, I couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong? Are your neck and shoulders uncomfortable again?”

　　 Mom didn’t seem to care: “There is a little bit. A few leaders from the municipal government came today, and I spent the afternoon with them at the group’s headquarters.”

　　 I couldn’t help but say, “Didn’t your uncle always handle these kinds of things? You can just have him accompany you. You need to get more rest.”

　　 Mom chuckled and said, “Isn’t your uncle here?”

　　 “Just find a few people to keep me company.”

　　 My mother gently tapped my forehead with her slender finger: “He’s the second-in-command of Wanghai City, yet I don’t even show my face at headquarters. What kind of behavior is that? Alright, I’m going back to sleep. You should get some rest too, and don’t stay up too late on your phone.”

　　 I grabbed my mother’s little hand: “Don’t go, let me give you a massage.”

　　 “No need, you have class tomorrow.”

　　 What’s wrong with that?

　　 I forcibly pulled my mother to sit down on the edge of the bed: “It’s still early. Besides, how long can a massage last?”

　　 My mother looked hesitant, but before she could refuse, I nudged her to lie down on the bed and said enthusiastically, “I’ll give you a good massage today to help you relax!”

　　 Thinking about what my mother had just done, I felt an inexhaustible source of energy, and my emotions became unusually excited.

　　 Mom said, half-heartedly, “Don’t keep you from resting any longer…”

　　 “Don’t think too much about it, just relax and enjoy yourself tonight.”

　　 The mother’s expression showed a hint of helplessness, but she still obediently lay down on the bed.

　　 I instructed, “Turn over.”

　　 Mom chided her gently, “You have too many demands. I want to see if you’re a professional massage therapist.”

　　 I rubbed my hands together: “Don’t worry! My skills are guaranteed to be no less than those of a top-notch masseur.”

　　 Mother chuckled softly, her voice clear and melodious. She turned and lay face down on the bed, resting her fair chin on her jade-like arm, and gently closed her clear, watery phoenix eyes.

　　 I sat down next to my mother, and just as I was about to put my hands on her shoulders and neck, she suddenly said, “I’ve been shopping at headquarters all afternoon, and my feet are a little sore and painful. Let me massage my feet first.”

　　 “Yes, sir!”

　　 I was more than happy to accept my mother’s order.

　　 I wouldn’t call myself a foot fetishist, but I do have a special fondness for high heels.

　　 When a woman wears high heels with bare feet, the combination of beautiful feet and high heels often exudes a unique sexy charm.

　　 I immediately crawled quickly towards the foot of the bed.

　　 The towel on Mom’s body only reached mid-thigh, and her two long legs were almost completely exposed.

　　 My gaze slid over my mother’s legs, and I couldn’t help but feel a slight heat rising in my heart.

　　 My mother is tall and slender, with long, shapely legs that flow like a painting. Every inch of her fair skin radiates an alluring glow, like a meticulously crafted work of art.

　　 Being able to look but not eat, at this moment, my mother’s long legs are undoubtedly a painful torment for me as a leg fetishist.

　　 I turned my gaze away and went to the foot of the bed. Looking at my mother’s bare, jade-like feet, I couldn’t help but swallow hard.

　　 My mother’s feet were delicate and small, almost too small to be grasped, which seemed to be out of place with her tall stature of 1.73 meters.

　　 I glanced at it and couldn’t help but reach out and gently grasp my mother’s beautiful feet in my hands.

　　 To my surprise, the moment I touched my mother’s small feet, she suddenly lifted her two slender legs up, her jade feet dangling in mid-air, trembling uncontrollably.

　　 I was slightly stunned as I stared at the beautiful feet that had escaped from my grasp.

　　 It wasn’t until my mother’s clear laughter came from the bedside that my thoughts were pulled back.

　　 Mom seemed to be holding back laughter, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

　　 Seeing my mother smiling happily, a smile also appeared on my face, but I deliberately asked, “Mom, what are you doing?”

　　 Mom lay on the bed, giggling softly. Her voice trembled as she stammered, “No…no, it itches!”

　　 I rarely saw my mother laugh so happily, so I couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

　　 My mom and I laughed like that for almost half a minute before we calmed down.

　　 I held my mother’s pair of delicate feet, which were sticking out of the air, in my hands and said softly, “Okay, Mom, stop fooling around.”

　　 “Okay, okay.”

　　 Mom wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes with her little finger: “Mommy won’t laugh anymore, you can massage me properly.”

　　 I lowered my head slightly and carefully examined my mother’s beautiful feet. The insteps were smooth and delicate, and the skin was fair with a faint pink tinge, like a newly blossoming peach blossom, tender and alluring. The toes were neatly arranged, each one like a carefully polished pearl, round and lovely.

　　 Her ankles are slender and well-proportioned, with smooth lines that resemble a beautiful arc, showcasing an elegant yet powerful aesthetic.

　　 Under the bedroom light, Mom’s feet seemed to be coated with a soft glow, making her snow-white skin appear even more translucent.

　　 Absolutely perfect!

　　 I gazed at her for a long time, becoming somewhat mesmerized. A slight urge welled up within me, a desire to take my mother’s delicate feet into my mouth, gently lick them, and savor them.

　　 “What are you doing? Why aren’t you pressing it?”

　　 My mother, who was lying on the edge of the bed, couldn’t see my fascinated expression. She moved her delicate foot with some confusion and gently kicked my chest.

　　 “Press it, I’ll press it right now.”

　　 I quickly grabbed one of my mother’s delicate feet and gently massaged the top of her foot with both hands.

　　 “Mom, is that enough force?”

　　 Mom closed her eyes contentedly: “It’s alright.”

　　 While I was intently working on my mother’s delicate feet, I admired her other little foot swinging in the air, and boasted, “Don’t you know who’s giving you this massage? The number one gold medal massage ambassador in Wanghai City!”

　　 Mom suddenly asked playfully, “Your technique is so good, did you practice on Song Yu?”

　　 “Cough cough…”

　　 Hearing my mother’s words, I couldn’t help but cough.

　　 My mother is so meticulous and perceptive; nothing can be hidden from her.

　　 Although I did learn my massage techniques from Song Yu, I naturally wouldn’t admit it.

　　 I said in a slightly reproachful tone, “Mom, what are you thinking? We’re just ordinary friends. Even if I wanted to press it, it would have to be with their consent.”

　　 My mother seemed quite satisfied with my answer, but she scolded me slightly and gave me a light kick in the chest with her little foot: “You wish!”

　　 I chuckled and said, “Life is already tough enough as it is; how can we not try to make it more beautiful?”

　　 Mom sighed softly, “You and your sister are both so fortunate, yet you don’t know how good you have it!”

　　 While chatting with my mother, I held her delicate feet in my arms and gently massaged them with both hands.

　　 In this way, I couldn’t take good care of my mother’s beautiful feet, so the massage effect was greatly reduced. However, my mother didn’t say anything and quietly placed her beautiful feet in my arms.

　　 I stroked my mother’s delicate, warm skin with my palms, feeling satisfied and proud.

　　 Looking at my mother lying on the edge of the bed, and knowing that she couldn’t see what was behind her, I became bolder again.

　　 Recalling my mother’s actions tonight, I even felt that since she was so proactive and loved me so much, what could she do even if she saw what I was doing?

　　 Hesitantly, his hands involuntarily cupped his mother’s delicate feet, and he slowly buried his face in the soles of her feet.

　　 I stopped when my cheek was only a centimeter or two away from my mother’s jade feet.

　　 Smelling the fragrance of my mother’s delicate feet, I pressed my nose against the soles of her tiny feet and took a deep, mesmerizing breath.

　　 A unique, fresh scent emanating from my mother, mixed with the fragrance of the shower gel, rushed straight to my brain, making me feel lightheaded and somewhat oblivious to everything else.

　　 Afraid that my mother would notice my burning breath, I held my breath and raised my head, but the fragrance of my mother’s jade feet kept replaying in my mind.

　　 Because of his actions, he felt a surge of heat deep within his body, and his penis began to stir.

　　 At this moment, Mom let out a comfortable groan. She swayed her legs slightly, her jade feet moving around in my arms: very lively. “Okay, come and massage Mom’s neck.”

　　 Thinking that my mother had found out, I quickly replied, “Okay, okay.”

　　 He climbed from the foot of the bed to the headboard and sat beside his mother. Although his mother’s shoulders and neck were beautiful and alluring, her sexual tension and charm could not compare to her long legs and beautiful feet.

　　 I couldn’t help but slack off a bit, and the kneading force became lighter.

　　 After massaging me for a short while, Mom gently patted my thigh and said in a dissatisfied tone, “Don’t you want to give Mom a massage?”

　　 “No way! I’m pressing it right now, aren’t I?”

　　 The mother gently scolded, “You didn’t use any force at all; you weren’t sincere at all.”

　　 I chuckled sheepishly and immediately increased the force of my blows.

　　 Under my massage, Mom comfortably closed her beautiful eyes again, and as I kneaded and pressed, her little mouth kept making “hmm~ hmm~ hmm~” sounds.

　　 My mother’s soft moans were probably unintentional, but they caused me a lot of trouble. Listening to my mother’s languid and alluring voice, my penis grew harder and harder, until it pushed the towel around my body into a huge tent.

　　 Fortunately, my mother couldn’t see my embarrassing situation unless she turned her head, so I wasn’t too worried. However, my penis was as hard as an iron rod, and it was making me a little uncomfortable as it was stuck between my legs.

　　 Mother spoke in a soft, gentle voice: “A little lower.”

　　 His hand slid over his mother’s smooth, white skin on her back: “Here?”

　　 “Yes, a little harder.”

　　 The mother tilted her head, resting her pretty face on her arm, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, her expression looking very content and serene.

　　 While admiring my mother’s beautiful and flawless face, I massaged her fragrant shoulders and subtly took advantage of her.

　　 Just as I was somewhat lost in the beauty of the scene, my mother suddenly spoke up: “Yuan’er, do you know why I haven’t been treating you well these past two days?