Chapter 89

After coaxing her for a while, Mom finally stopped crying. Then she nestled in my arms, enduring the sticky feeling at the crotch of her stockings as her thighs swayed back and forth, and we arrived at the clothing store.

As if in revenge, Mom picked out four or five different styles and sizes of dresses in one go. The dresses she wore tightly hugged her snow-white, exquisite, and curvaceous body, exuding unparalleled allure. Her smooth, snow-white, and delicate skin, along with her curvaceous figure, was tightly wrapped in the snow-white low-cut dresses, revealing her round and firm breasts, which…