Chapter 25: Driving Straight into the Beautiful Mother

Chapter 25: Driving Straight into the Beautiful Mother

"Blushing? You’re the one who’s blushing!"

When Mom heard me say her face was red, her voice suddenly turned sharp, as if she were a child caught in an embarrassing act and was desperate to deny it.

Just then, the elevator doors slid open. Mom pushed me aside and muttered, "You’re in the way, how annoying." Having said her piece, she stepped out, her long legs carrying her with an elegant, swaying gait.

Watching her tall, enchanting figure, I narrowed my eyes, silently admiring the view from behind. Beneath her straight skirt, her beautiful ass was as round as a full moon. It was the kind of breathtaking size that inspired longing—perfectly proportioned, voluptuous, and so firm and rounded that one couldn't help but want to squeeze and fondle it.

With a waist so slender and hips so lush, the Creator truly must have bestowed all beauty upon her to sculpt such a perfect, exquisite body.

I felt a surge of secret delight. Mom only threw these little tantrums and showed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her true self when she was with me; she was never this way with outsiders, to whom she was always politely distant.

I stepped forward quickly and firmly took her jade-like hand. "I definitely saw it. Even your neck is red."

"Ugh, why are you so persistent?"

She couldn't shake me off, so she just stood there with a huff, her face set in a pout. Where was the gentle, sophisticated, and elegant business tycoon now?

I pushed my luck, continuing to tease her. "Mom, are you actually shy in front of your own son?"

Mom’s phoenix eyes flickered toward me. Her gaze wavered as if she were contemplating something. After a few seconds, she suddenly stomped on my foot with her high heels.

To be honest, it didn't hurt at all, but I instinctively let go of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her. She immediately bolted toward her office like a startled rabbit.

"Don't you run!"

I shouted and gave chase, bursting into her office just a split second before she could lock the door.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Laughing, I caught her in my arms. I gripped her slender waist and spun her around in the air a few times, but as we landed, I lost my footing.

The insulated lunchbox hit the floor with a clatter.

Neither of us had time to worry about that. I let out a low cry as I pinned Mom’s delicate body against the sofa by the door.

"Ow..."

Mom let out a soft moan as she lay on the sofa. She gave my head a light swat. "What are you trying to prove? Why pick me up if you can't hold me? Are you hurt?" She had clearly heard my exclamation as we fell, and her face was full of concern.

But my focus was elsewhere. Pressing against her fragrant, soft body, I replied defiantly, "Who says I can't hold you? Today I even held—" I realized my mistake mid-sentence and clamped my mouth shut.

"Hmm?!"

Mom’s beautiful eyes suddenly turned dangerous. She reached out a slender hand to pinch my ear. "Who did you say you held?"

"Ow, ow, ow... it hurts..."

I quickly begged for mercy. Thank goodness I hadn't let Song Yu’s name slip, or there would have been hell to pay.

"Mom, you misheard me..." I leaned against her chest, feeling the softness of her breasts. "I said I spun my maternal aunt around a few times. You and Aunt have similar figures, so how could I not be able to hold you?"

"Is that so?" Mom wasn't letting it go, her face full of skepticism. "I thought I heard you say 'today'?"

I feigned confusion. "What 'today'? When did I ever say 'today'?"

Mom gave a cold snort. She probably hadn't heard clearly and didn't feel like interrogating me further. She pushed gently against my chest. "Get off me. I tell you every day to keep your distance from your little sister. Have you not listened to a word I've said?"

How could I bear to let go of her soft, tender body? I nuzzled my face into her embrace a few more times. "But you aren't my sister..."

Mom didn't think much of it; she even began to stroke the back of my head. Her expression was serious, her tone gentle. "It’s the same with your mother."

I grumbled under my breath, "What kind of son keeps his distance from his own mom?"

"Oh, just listen to what I tell you! Why are you so difficult?" Mom’s tenderness vanished. She pushed me again. "You’re heavy, get up. What if someone sees us?"

I was reluctant to leave. "Everyone is on break at this hour. Besides, who would dare linger outside your office?"

Behind Mom’s desk was a floor-to-ceiling window, but the front of the office consisted of a transparent glass wall and door. From the hallway, the office was almost entirely visible, save for the area behind the desk.

In Mom’s words, this was so she could be "supervised" by her employees.

The first time I heard that, I had scoffed. In Chiyue Group, even Uncle couldn't do anything to her—who would dare supervise her?

I was absolutely unwilling to let her go, especially since I was currently pinned on top of her in such an ambiguous position. If we weren't wearing clothes, a single thrust of my hips would send my cock straight into Mom’s pussy for a wild session of pumping.

However, I had come today to make her happy and smooth things over, not to make her angry. So, I obediently climbed off her. "Mom, don't be mad. Try some—"

I stopped mid-sentence, my eyes widening.

It turned out that while I was pinning her down, her straight skirt had somehow ridden up to her waist during our struggle. Those impossibly long, slender, yet shapely legs were laid bare—dazzlingly white and completely exposed. Her lower half was shielded by nothing but a pair of lace-trimmed panties.

Noticing my fixed stare, Mom realized something was wrong. She looked down, and the expression on her stunning face shifted rapidly. She first glanced at the glass wall and door; seeing no one there, she let out a small sigh of relief before hurriedly smoothing down her skirt.

In her current state of fluster, she lost all of her usual poise and elegance.

Once I snapped out of it, I forced myself to look away, standing with my back to her to block the view. "Mom, don't panic. There’s no one else here."

Despite my words, my mind was filled with the image of her perfect legs—straight, rounded, and slender yet voluptuous. If those legs were wrapped around my waist, wouldn't they squeeze the very soul out of me?

After a long moment, Mom’s voice came from behind me, sounding cold and composed. "Alright, you can turn around now."

She had regained her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠graceful demeanor and was sitting primly on the sofa. I picked up the lunchbox and moved to her side, but to my surprise, she ignored me. Instead, she snatched the lunchbox from my hands and began to inspect it thoroughly.

I couldn't help but ask, "Mom, it’s just a lunchbox. What’s there to look at?"

Mom’s pale fingers gently traced the pattern on the box—an image of a mother and child watching the sunrise together. She remained silent. After ten seconds or so, she suddenly shoved the box back into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my arms as if in a huff. "You’re right. It’s just a lunchbox."

She smoothed her long skirt and stood up.

Seeing that she actually cared so much about the lunchbox I had personally picked out made my heart swell with sweetness. I quickly grabbed her slender wrist. "Mom, where are you going?"

"Do I have to report my every move to you now?"

I said aggrievedly, "Mom, why are you being like this? You used to be so gentle with me, but now you’re like a powder keg."

Mom’s expression turned cold. "Who told you to be so disobedient? Let go!"

"I brought food. At least eat a little..."

Mom snorted. "How hard it must have been for you to bring me food. I hope it didn't interfere with your run with that... that Song Yu girl?"

I gave a helpless smile and tried to pull her back down to sit. Mom stubbornly resisted, and I couldn't move her with just one hand.

I softened my tone to coax her. "Mom, this morning was just a slip of the tongue. If you don't want me running with Song Yu, I won't do it."

"No, no, no. A slip of the tongue just means that’s what you really wanted to do. Run however you want, whenever you want. Don't let me stop you."

Was the Queen Mother actually acting like a jealous brat?!

I lowered my head again, feeling like I was practically groveling at her feet. "Just eat a little. I brought it from so far away."

Mom snapped, "It’s two o'clock and you’re just now delivering it. You aren't sincere at all. You might as well not have come."

I gave a sheepish smile. "Then tell me, how can I prove my sincerity?"

"You can't!" Mom struggled harder to free her hand from my grip. "I’ve already eaten! I’m going to the lounge to nap. Do not disturb me!"

"Who are you kidding?"

If I let her leave now, wouldn't this whole trip be for nothing? I grabbed her slender waist from behind. "Sister Qing said you haven't eaten. Mom, your stomach isn't great; you can't skip meals. Just a little bit is fine."

"I don't need you worrying about me!"

Mom began to struggle in my arms, but there was no way I was letting go. In the midst of our scuffle, I held her waist tight as we both fell heavily onto the sofa behind us.

Mom’s voluptuous, beautiful ass landed right on my lap. Her back was pressed firmly against my chest, and her body continued to twist and writhe. I held my beautiful mother tight, taking the opportunity to bury my nose in her hair, inhaling deeply.

Her scent was intoxicating, refreshing, and soul-stirring.

Perhaps my breathing was too heavy, or perhaps she heard my deep inhale, but she seemed startled. She suddenly went still, sitting motionless in my lap.

However, the peace didn't last long. Mom began to resist again, her movements more frantic than before. I held her close, my legs tangling with hers to keep her from breaking free.

I said with a wry smile, "Mom, what are you doing? I’m just trying to get you to eat. Is this really necessary?"

"It is! Go run with your Song Yu and leave me alone!"

Mom’s face was flushed, her breathing shallow. She turned her head back, her bright phoenix eyes glaring at me as she commanded coldly, "Let go!"

"No!"

I don't know where I got the nerve, but I squared my shoulders and retorted, "You’re overthinking things! There’s nothing between me and Song Yu."

Mom wasn't interested in my explanations. She gritted her teeth in anger, her struggles becoming more violent. With her arms and waist pinned by my embrace and her legs trapped by mine, the only part of her that could move was her large, rounded, beautiful ass.

As she struggled, her two soft, perky butt cheeks rubbed and ground against my lower abdomen, subjecting me to a cycle of exquisite torture... My expression suddenly changed. The soft, pleasurable friction of Mom’s plump backside against my stomach quickly awakened the sleeping beast between my legs.

Being as obsessed with my mom as I was, how could I possibly withstand such stimulation?

The cock between my legs surged like a waking dragon, rising with lightning speed to tent my pants. The scorching, massive head pressed directly into the cleft of her beautiful ass. Even through my pants and her straight skirt, my rock-hard cock wedged deep into her gluteal fold, pinning itself against Mom’s mysterious forbidden zone...