Chapter 28: Is Mom Also a "White Tiger"?
Chapter 28: Is Mom Also a "White Tiger"?
To capture the heart of a strong-willed woman like Mom, force is absolutely not the way. Only by following her lead and coaxing her into a good mood can one ever hope to enter her heart.
Upon hearing my agreement, Mom's expression visibly relaxed. A smile gradually spread across her face, as if she had completely forgotten my earlier act of desecration.
Mom rose gracefully from her chair and led me to sit on the edge of the bed. "Since you've promised Mom, you must spend less time with Song Yu in the future."
She paused slightly before adding, "Of course, if it's just being ordinary friends, Mom still supports that."
"Mm." I nodded silently.
Noticing my unhappiness, Mom's jade-like hand tightened around mine. "Mom doesn't have any other intentions. It's just that you're in your final year of high school now. This is a critical time for your studies; the pressure is immense."
"You need to focus your mind as much as possible on your education, do you understand?"
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. With my current grades, I couldn't guarantee admission to Tsinghua or Peking University with one hundred percent certainty, but getting into my dream school, the China University of Political Science and Law, was more than within reach. However, since I had already agreed, bringing up my own views now would only upset her. Thus, I wisely chose to keep my mouth shut.
Mom's eyes were gentle, her voice soft, perfectly matching my fantasy of the "virtuous wife and loving mother."
If only Mom could be my wife, how wonderful that would be?
I felt a surge of envy toward Dad, followed immediately by the disappointment that I couldn't be the first man in Mom's life. The thought made me chuckle internally; my ideas were truly ridiculous.
Mom held my hand, speaking slowly and at length. At first, I listened with half an ear, but it wasn't long before my entire attention was drawn to Mom's pale, supple breasts and the pair of jade legs visible beneath her bath towel.
I lowered my head slightly, discreetly admiring the scenery of Mom's body.
After Mom had been talking for quite a while, I could no longer focus. My gaze darted to the insulated lunchbox left neglected nearby. I quickly grabbed it and placed it between us on the bed. "Mom, are you thirsty? I made barley and mung bean porridge this morning. Would you like to try some?"
Mom smiled faintly. "What? Are you tired of Mom's nagging?"
I opened the lunchbox and laughed. "Not at all. I was just worried you'd be thirsty after talking for so long."
Mom shook her head lightly; she clearly knew I wasn't telling the truth. She took the spoon I offered and began sipping the mung bean porridge leisurely.
As I watched Mom's elegant posture while she ate, I suddenly remembered my pants were too dirty to wear. I scratched my head. "Mom, my pants are a mess. How am I supposed to go out like this later?"
Mom picked up a tissue to wipe a trace of porridge from the corner of her mouth. "I hand-washed your pants while I was showering."
"Huh?"
I was stunned for a moment, then my heart warmed immensely. Mom's love for me was so all-encompassing; I was moved to the point where I didn't know what to say.
Mom took another small sip of porridge. "The weather is so hot; they'll be dry in no time. Just sit here and rest for a while."
Watching Mom's moist, red lips part and close, I couldn't help but swallow hard. If only Mom were like Chu Ning, demanding that I feed her porridge mouth-to-mouth, how great would that be?
Although Mom's phoenix eyes were fixed on the lunchbox, she clearly felt my scorching gaze. Her slender jade neck moved as she swallowed a mouthful of sweet porridge. Speaking unhurriedly, she asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Looking at Mom."
"What's so good-looking about me?"
I blurted out without hesitation, "Mom is just very good-looking."
Mom's small hand holding the spoon paused. After three or four seconds, she set the spoon down, her face calm and unrippled. "A son does not despise his mother's ugliness. Even if Mom were ugly, she would still look beautiful in her son's eyes."
"No, no, no, no." I waved my finger in disagreement while speaking. "Mom, that saying doesn't apply to you."
"Oh?" Mom's expression turned interested. "How so?"
I laid on the flattery. "Not just in my eyes. In anyone's eyes, Mom is a woman like a celestial fairy, incredibly beautiful."
To be precise, I wasn't just flattering her; I was stating the absolute truth.
Mom pursed her small lips, a smile hanging in the corners of her eyes. "Smooth talker, only knowing how to speak sweet nothings. Is this how you coax little girls at school?"
"No, no, no." I shook my head repeatedly. "No investigation, no right to speak. Mom, your son keeps himself pure; I absolutely don't have a girlfriend at school."
Well, I don't have one at my school. I have them at other schools.
To be accurate, I should have two girlfriends?
One is my official girlfriend, Chen Xiao, and the other is Lin Xi, who wants to have a sweet romance with her own older brother.
"Good awareness." Mom shoved the insulated lunchbox back into my hands, gesturing with her eyes for me to take it to the bathroom and wash it. "Just don't bring a daughter-in-law home before you've even graduated high school."
I took the lunchbox and grinned. "Mom, your thinking is a bit outdated. You have to claim the good girls first. If you wait until university to start dating, all the good ones will be snatched up by others."
Mom's eyebrows knitted together. She reached out and twisted my ear, scolding lightly, "Absolutely not is absolutely not! Just obey what I say!"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." I let out an exaggerated cry of pain, complaining resentfully, "Mom, your temper is getting more and more irritable. You twist my ear at the drop of a hat."
"Who do you think made me this way?" Mom's face turned stern. "I think you're starting to take after your little sister."
"Tsk... so in your eyes, my little sister is that disobedient?"
Mom rolled her beautiful eyes. "You aren't much better than her right now. Sigh..."
I couldn't take my eyes off her. Mom was so beautiful; even rolling her eyes looked so beautiful and cute.
"Why are you sighing?"
Mom reached out and touched my cheek. The warm sensation of her fingers sent ripples through my heart, stirring up amorous thoughts.
Mom said slowly, "Can you give me back my obedient son?"
I was speechless. Using her own words, I replied, "Can you give me back my gentle mom?"
Mom immediately reached out to twist my ear again. Fiercely, she demanded, "Is your skin itching? You keep saying my temper is bad!"
"Hey, hey, hey... don't twist! Mom, are you being reasonable? You said it about me first, and now I can't even say a word?" I rubbed my ear. "Look, my ear is definitely going to be swollen from your twisting. This is proof that your temper is getting worse."
"You still dare say my temper is bad?"
Mom reached for my ear again. I kept blocking and resisting, fending off Mom's attacks.
It seemed Mom wouldn't stop until she had twisted my ear. She pinned me down on the bed, her two arms, fair as snow and frost, attacking from both sides.
Amidst the mother-son horseplay, unexpectedly, the bath towel wrapped around Mom suddenly loosened and fell straight down to her waist.
In an instant, Mom's upper body, white as water lily stems and smooth as snow, was presented before me completely naked.
This magnificent sight made my eyes go straight.
I had always known Mom's breasts were large, but I never imagined they would be this big. It was hard to imagine how tightly that thin bath towel had been wrapped earlier to contain such magnificent and towering breasts.
Mom's supple breasts were round and plump like two cantaloupes; I feared it would take both my hands to cover just one. Judging by their size, even if they weren't an F cup, they must be at least an E.
Mom's milky-white breast flesh was full and overflowing. Although her breasts were heavy, there was not the slightest sign of sagging. Instead, defying gravity, they stood high and firm. The pair of supple breasts were tender, white, and towering.
The areolas, no larger than a fingernail, were not the dark brown common among mature women but rather the delicate pink of a young girl. The two nipple tips, the size of grapes, stood erect, rosy and incredibly seductive. Seeing them, I couldn't help but swallow saliva wildly, wishing I could take Mom's nipple tips into my mouth to suckle carefully, reliving the taste of milk I could only enjoy in early childhood.
Mom sensed something was amiss. Her face changed drastically, a rosy flush flying to her cheeks. The arms that had been twisting my ear hurriedly moved to cover her breasts.
She panicked, scolding me, "Still looking?!"
"Oh..."
Obediently, I quickly squeezed my eyes shut. But in the split second before closing them, my gaze hurriedly swept over Mom's lower body.
Unfortunately, due to the angle and the obstruction of the fallen towel, I could only see Mom's flat, smooth, snow-white lower abdomen and the top of her mons pubis.
Although the glance lasted only an instant, I took in the scenery below Mom's navel without missing a single detail.
Strange, why was the area below Mom's lower abdomen so smooth? I couldn't see a single hair.
Logically speaking, for a normal woman, the area I just saw should be covered in pubic hair. Even if there were slight physiological differences, one shouldn't be unable to see a single strand.
Thinking of this, my breathing instantly became heavy.
Could it be... is Mom also a "White Tiger"?
It has been two years since I had sex with my Maternal Aunt. That beautiful young married woman is a genuine "White Tiger"!
The skin of my Maternal Aunt's private area was smooth, white, and incredibly delicate, without a single pubic hair in sight. Her pink, hairless "White Tiger" beautiful pussy was breathtakingly beautiful. Every time I saw my Maternal Aunt's hairless "White Tiger" hole, I became so excited I couldn't control myself, wishing her hairless "White Tiger" hole would forever wrap around my dick, never letting me pull out.
And then there's my Little Sister. My Little Sister also seems... as if she has no pubic hair down there...
Last night, while having intercrural sex with my Little Sister, no matter how I changed positions or thrust within the crack of her legs through her thin, narrow panties, I simply couldn't find a single hair.
At that time, I had already sensed the difference in my Little Sister's lower body.
Logically, at sixteen years old, and with female development starting early, my Little Sister should have long since grown pubic hair. Yet the fact remains that my Little Sister's lower body has also not grown any pubic hair.
My breathing instantly became as loud as a bull's, unable to suppress the excitement in my heart.
Mom, Little Sister, and Maternal Aunt are all "White Tiger" beautiful pussies!
Three "White Tigers" in one family!
In the past, I had fantasized about Mom, Little Sister, and Maternal Aunt stacking their big white asses together to be fucked by me. If the "White Tiger" beautiful pussies of all three were to open up to me simultaneously, awaiting my favor, what a longing-inducing, stimulating scene that would be?