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"Good morning, Mom."
I stretched lazily and walked out of the room. Mom was in the bathroom getting ready, and I greeted her as usual.
"Hurry up, brush your teeth and wash your face. Your dad went to buy breakfast. If you're late again this month, you'll be the king of lateness."
Mom was holding skincare products, applying them to her face as she spoke.
"It's all because Mom takes too long to wash her face every time." I pouted and innocently replied.
"Go away."
Mom gave me a glare and scolded me playfully.
"Hehe, Mom, give me a kiss." I held Mom's face and leaned in without hesitation.
"Don't be silly, I haven't finished washing my face yet."
"It's fine, I don't mind getting dirty."
"I'm not dirty. You haven't brushed your teeth yet, so you're the dirty one... Mmm..."
Mom resisted symbolically for a couple of times until my lips imprinted on her tender rosy petals, and then she stopped struggling and obediently rested in my arms.
I have to admit, my decision was quite correct. Over the past month or so, I've been asking Mom for kisses, and although she initially refused, she gradually became accustomed to it.
Mom's thinking was simple: as long as I didn't go too far and didn't cross any boundaries, she reluctantly accepted occasional hugs and kisses.
And I did keep my promises, which made Mom drop her guard. But little did she know, it was all part of my plan.
Normal mothers and sons don't embrace and kiss each other every day or engage in tongue kisses for no reason. But I achieved it because Mom and I have had the most intimate contact of all—making love. After experiencing that, would a kiss really matter?
In addition, I deliberately made Mom get used to the kisses, and now her lips have reached the point where I can savour them at will.
However, it's still not enough. Although Mom occasionally helps me masturbate during this period, oral sex is off-limits, let alone having sex.
I can only find release using Mom's lingerie. Mom is aware of this, and every time she discovers her clothes covered in thick, white semen, she scolds me with a face full of embarrassment, but she can only let me have my way. If I'm not allowed to release, Mom is afraid I might do something outrageous.
Sigh, I still need to work hard.
This kiss lasted for three minutes, leaving Mom breathless.
"You almost suffocated me!" Mom turned around and scolded me in anger.
"Hehe, who made Mom's mouth so sweet? I still want to kiss." I pretended to lean in again.
"No, let me wash my face quickly, or you are going be late again." Mom hurriedly covered her mouth, looking at me with her crescent-like beautiful eyes in fear.
"I was just joking."
Feeling in a great mood, I walked out of the bathroom. Teasing Mom during meals every day, life was truly enjoyable.
As soon as I stepped outside, I heard someone knocking on the door. When I opened it, unsurprisingly, it was Dad who had returned. He was carrying packs of soy milk, and buns.
After Mom finished getting ready, I went in to brush my teeth and wash my face. Our family sat at the dining table, ready to eat.
Our dining table was a wooden one without fixed seating positions. Naturally, I sat next to Mom, and she gave me a glare but didn't say anything.
During this time, I often sat next to Mom while eating. Because of the tablecloth, Dad couldn't see what my hand was doing under it.
I often playfully pinch Mom's tender hand or secretly touch her thigh, but every time Mom would give me a hard pinch and then glare at me fiercely, as if warning me not to touch her thigh.
It had become a habit, and today was no exception. After we were seated, I naturally took Mom's small hand and she didn't pay much attention since it wasn't the first time we held hands while having a meal.
However, Mom was mistaken this time. Holding hands was fine, but as I held Mom's hand, I gradually moved it closer to my erect cock. The large bulge had already emerged through the fly of my jeans, standing tall.
Feeling close enough, I slowly opened Mom's hand and before she could react, I covered her tender hand, firmly grasping the thick and long shaft.
Mom, who was eating, suddenly froze, and instinctively glanced at Dad. Seeing that he hadn't noticed, she turned her head to look at me, her bright eyes filled with anger. However, with Dad present, she dared not say anything. Mom struggled to free her hand, attempting to pull it away.
With Mom's hand, slightly cool to the touch, gripping my cock, it grew even harder. I tightened my grip on Mom's small hand, forcing her to move it up and down.
Unable to break free, Mom stomped on my foot under the table, clearly putting all her strength into it. Even I couldn't help but grunt in pain.
"What's wrong?" Dad, who was eating, heard the sound and asked me.
"Ah, nothing. It's just a bit hot." I quickly came up with an excuse to brush it off.
"Well, take your time if it's hot. No rush, you won't be late."
"Okay."
I addressed the issue with my father, and now I'm shifting my attention back to my mother. When I was talking to my father earlier, my mother didn't dare utter a word. It was clear that she was even more afraid of being discovered than I was.
This made me bolder, so I grabbed my mother's hand and started moving it faster. Although my mother was reluctant, after the incident just now, she didn't dare to react strongly anymore. She obediently helped me masturbate while pretending to focus on eating. If it weren't for the fact that my mother was holding my penis, I wouldn't have been able to tell that she was giving me a handjob.
Time passed slowly like this. After my father finished eating first, he stood up, preparing to go freshen up. Since he had just gone out to buy breakfast, he hadn't brushed his teeth or washed his face yet.
Once my father left, there were only my mother and me in the living room. I couldn't care less about eating anymore. I used both hands to grip my mother's hand and masturbated my cock, wanting to ejaculate quickly before my father came out.
"Mmm... Oh... It feels good... Mmm..."
I closed my eyes, imagining scenes of my mother moaning beneath me. I let out soft moans myself. My mother had just finished her meal and, upon hearing my moans, her cheeks slightly flushed. It seemed like she thought I deliberately moaned for her to hear. She couldn't help but recall the scenes of our rough lovemaking in the past, once more realizing that she had been even more lascivious than me.
Thinking about this, my mother didn't dare to continue her train of thought. She patted her blushing cheek and pinched me.
"If you don't close your mouth, don't even think about touching me!"
My mother's words interrupted my fantasies. I was just thinking about my mother dressed as a maid, kneeling in front of me and licking my hairy testicles, but in an instant, that scene turned into reality as I looked at my mother's angry face, feeling completely bewildered...
But time waits for no one. Although I didn't know what I had done to upset my mother again, I couldn't stop what I was doing. I continued to masturbate even faster.
My mother, seeing my innocent expression, realized I didn't do it on purpose and temporarily let me off the hook. She wiped her mouth with a tissue from the table.
My gaze followed my mother's hand and involuntarily fell upon her tender lips. Her lips, recently smeared with oil, looked even more translucent in the sunlight, and I could see a hint of transparency. A small amount of white soy milk hung at the corner of my mother's lips. This seductive scene almost made me surrender.
But I was also close to ejaculating. Time was pressing, and I deliberately wanted to climax quickly. Coupled with my mother's unintentional seduction, I already had the urge to ejaculate.
Watching my mother dispose of the tissue on the table, I tentatively said, "Mom, help me with your mouth."
"Hmm? No way!"
My mother didn't hear clearly at first, but when she understood, she immediately refused.
Although I already knew the answer, it was still disheartening to hear my mother's immediate rejection.
Unwilling to give up, I continued, "Then let me kiss you."
"No, your father is still here."
As my mother pushed my head away while evading, she accidentally knocked over the soy milk bowl on the table. There was still some leftover rice in it, luckily it didn't spill on her.
Annoyed, my mother said, "It's all because of you, making a mess."
"Who made Mom so beautiful? I couldn't resist."
I smiled awkwardly, and my gaze fell on the spilled soy milk on the floor. Suddenly, I had an idea. I let go of my mother's hand, picked up the tissue, and got under the table.
"What are you doing?"
My mother watched my actions and instinctively closed her legs, but then she realized she wasn't wearing a skirt and wouldn't expose herself, so she relaxed.
"It's nothing, Mom. I'll clean the floor."
'This kid is so kind-hearted?'
Although my mother was puzzled, she couldn't figure out what I was going to do and didn't stop me.
Of course, I wasn't going to clean the floor. I had just noticed my mother's feet under the table. The term "footjob" instantly came to mind, and then I realised that my mother had never given me a footjob before. The thought of it being her first time excited me.
I sat on the floor under the table, found a comfortable position, and grabbed one of my mother's feet, pressing it firmly against my hot and erect cock.
"Huh?"
Feeling the warmth from her foot, my hard penis being sandwiched between her two feet, my mother immediately thought of the term "footjob."
Although she had never done it before, my mother, being experienced in life, couldn't claim ignorance. She thought she would never engage in such an act, but now it was happening to her.
Knowing that her feet were grabbed by another man, my mother felt extremely uncomfortable, as if her destiny was being controlled. Her delicate feet were like two maids serving an emperor. My mother wanted to resist, but for some reason, her body went weak, allowing her beautiful feet to be played with at will.
In such a situation, my mother felt helpless. She never had this feeling in front of my father. But with me, submissive thoughts had crossed her mind more than once, and she couldn't seem to break free.
Although my mother was resigned to her fate, she could only temporarily accept the situation. With a flushed face, she lightly spat out, "Pervert."
I was completely immersed in the pleasure my mother's delicate feet brought me, ignoring her 'praise.'
In reality, footjobs didn't provide the same satisfaction as masturbation for me. However, having a pair of flawless, porcelain-like feet to play with, sandwiching my grotesque flesh rod, a length almost surpassing the size of the soles, allowed me to indulge in a vivid and arousing image, reaching the pinnacle of mental pleasure.
The only regret was the absence of stockings. But enticing my mother to wear stockings and let me play with it was a long and difficult road. First, I had to change her conservative style of dressing before considering the idea of stocking footjobs. Given my mother's modest fashion sense, I didn't have the confidence to accomplish this now; I could only take it one step at a time.
The immediate priority was to ejaculate quickly. My father was likely to finish soon, and I had to finish before he arrived.
When a man wants to climax, he can do so instantly. This statement was entirely accurate. Without deliberate control, I quickly reached the edge of orgasm.
I firmly pressed my mother's precious feet against me, aligning the sole of each foot with my throbbing cock. Then, I began rapidly thrusting between her two delicate arches.
However, this position made my mother very uncomfortable. After all, she wasn't a dancer, and her ankles couldn't rotate limitlessly. When the soles of her feet pressed against my flesh rod, she instinctively tried to open her legs, hoping to relieve some of the pain.
But my mother's conservative nature made it impossible for her to achieve such a movement. To her, this action was extremely shameful. However, the pain was unbearable, so she could only plead with me, "Gently, my feet hurt."
"Mom, it'll be over soon."
After saying that, I ignored my mother and focused on thrusting.
My mother knew I was nearing the climax. She had no choice but to endure the pain in her ankles, eagerly anticipating my release.
I didn't disappoint my mother. After thrusting dozens of times, I couldn't hold back any longer. A large amount of semen was ready to burst forth.
"Mom, I'm about to cum."
As my mother was about to express relief for passing this hurdle, she suddenly reacted and hurriedly said, "Shoot onto a tissue, don't..."
"Ugh... I'm cumming!"
Before my mother finished speaking, I firmly grasped my cock and vigorously stroked it a few times, causing scorching hot semen to spray out from the tip.
With powerful force, my ejaculate shot onto my mother's delicate feet, instantly covering them in a layer of sticky fluid. Seeing her small feet smeared with my foul-smelling semen, my mother clenched her lips in anger.
Observing my mother's crystalline feet drenched in my semen, a sense of satisfaction welled up within me. I continued ejaculating for more than ten seconds until I completely emptied myself.
Finally, I slowly spread the remaining semen leaking from my cock evenly across my mother's ten toes, contentedly cleaning myself off.
I cleaned my mother's feet using tissue, then tidied up the spilled ejaculate on the floor. Just as my father came out, I couldn't help but smirk at my mother's annoyed gaze.
Seeing me shamelessly smiling, my mother pinched me secretly, causing me to nearly shed tears from the pain.
However, since my father had already emerged, my mother couldn't complain further. She gave me a stern look and headed into the bathroom, presumably to wash her soiled feet.