Chapter 30: Testing Mom
Chapter 30: Testing Mom
"That feels much better after your massage."
Mom’s phoenix eyes were heavy with sleepiness, the weariness on her face swept away.
I took the opportunity to steal a glance at the pair of perky, beautiful breasts beneath her bath towel and the deep cleavage between them. "If you’re tired in the future, just ask me for more massages. Your son is more than happy to be of service!"
A faint smile appeared on Mom’s face. "Is it free?"
"Of course it’s free!"
My eyes were practically glued to her smooth, white cleavage. "Isn't this exactly what a son should do?"
The corners of Mom’s mouth curled slightly. "Then wouldn't I be exploiting you as free labor?"
Exploit me, then. Exploit me hard. It would be best if you squeezed your son dry until not a single drop is left!
The demon in my heart was howling, roaring, but my voice remained steady. I replied in a joking tone, "Mom, you are more than welcome to exploit me!"
Mom closed her eyes and said nothing, enjoying my massage for a good while longer. Her beautiful face was filled with a relaxed, contented glow.
"Alright, that’s enough."
Mom patted my arm. "You’ve been massaging me for so long, your hands must be sore. Go and rest for a bit."
"Okay."
I glanced at the sun outside the window. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, but the sunlight was still fierce, scorching like fire and nearly unbearable.
However, with the National Day holiday approaching, this sweltering weather shouldn't last much longer. It would only get colder from here on out.
"I’m going to use the bathroom."
With a slight stir in my heart, I walked toward the restroom.
This lounge had an en-suite bathroom, and I guessed that Mom’s panties would be hanging there with my clothes.
Sure enough, Mom’s panties were draped right next to my things.
They were a cool-toned black, a color that felt slightly at odds with her gentle personality. They were trimmed with a ring of lace and had already dried completely, showing no trace of moisture.
My eyes flickered. Although my cum had stained her straight skirt earlier, it shouldn't have been able to soak through to her underwear.
The fact that Mom chose to wash her panties as well meant that her beautiful pussy must have leaked quite a lot of arousal fluid...
Mom really does have a sensitive body!
I sighed inwardly.
Then again, I couldn't blame her. After all, this morning, just a few nudges from my mouth had caused her spring waters to flow and dampen her clothes. Just now, the entrance of her beautiful pussy had been pressed against me, and she had sat on my lap with her beautiful ass clamped around my cock, grinding against me for so long. It was a miracle she hadn't reached orgasm and soaked her clothes right then and there...
I put Mom’s panties back. After putting on my own dry underwear and trousers, I picked up her straight skirt and lace panties and walked out.
I deliberately placed the panties and the skirt on the bed. "Mom, I brought your clothes in and put them on the bed. Remember to change."
"Mm, thank you."
Mom didn't look up at first, but a second later, she suddenly raised her head. When she saw the pair of panties resting on top of the folded straight skirt, her moist red lips parted slightly, and her expression shifted almost imperceptibly.
I pretended not to notice and advised her, "Mom, you can't work all the time. You need to make sure you rest."
"Okay." Mom nodded gently, her beautiful features calm and devoid of any ripples.
I felt a twinge of disappointment. It seemed Mom wasn't overthinking things because of her underwear.
After all, what I had just done was a bit of a test, intended to make her feel shy.
Why do people feel shy? Aside from a lack of confidence or social anxiety, there is another major reason: people only feel shy and uneasy when facing someone they like or love.
Just like when you like someone—when you face them, you feel awkward in every way, embarrassed at every turn, and your face flushes easily.
But Mom and I were as familiar as could be. Our relationship was incredibly harmonious; it should have been impossible for her to feel shy around me.
And yet, Mom had repeatedly blushed and turned red in the ears while facing me. This gave rise to a thought I hardly dared to believe, let alone speculate upon: Does Mom like me too?
Looking at her reaction now, I was deeply disappointed, feeling like a total clown.
I had long ago established the ambitious goal of conquering Mom, yet I never dared to take the first step. I didn't dare to be as shameless and bold as the protagonists in mother-son novels who take what they want by force, nor did I dare to reveal my true feelings and thoughts to her. I could only resort to these meaningless little tests.
A faint sense of worry clouded my mind. I looked out the window. "Mom, is there anything you want to eat? I'll make it for you when I get back."
Mom’s mind seemed entirely consumed by her work. She said indifferently, "Mm, anything is fine."
I picked up the insulated lunchbox. "Then I'll head back first."
Mom didn't look up. "Okay. Be safe on the road, and remember to check your little sister's homework."
Homework? I smiled bitterly to myself. My sister probably wasn't even home yet; who was she kidding with the homework?
I stole one last look at Mom from a distance. She was still buried in her work.
A faint sense of loss welled up in my heart as I opened the lounge door and walked out.
The moment the door clicked shut, the exquisite woman, Chi Qinglan, who had been so focused on her documents, lifted her flawless, magnificent face. She stared in the direction I had left, gazing for a long, long time...
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I walked out of the lounge and then out of Mom’s office. Zhao Qing had been waiting outside the whole time.
When she saw me, she immediately hurried over, her small stilettos clicking "clack-clack-clack" on the floor.
She gave a shallow smile. "Is President Chi still busy inside?"
I smiled politely. "Yes, Sister Qing. There’s nothing left for me to do here, so I’m heading home."
Zhao Qing hesitated for a moment before whispering, "Oh... I made some porridge this morning. Would you and President Chi like to try some?"
"Hmm?"
I looked at the plain-looking Zhao Qing in front of me and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. I politely declined. "That’s alright, Sister Qing. My mom is only used to the food I cook, so I won't trouble you. I'll try your cooking another time when there's a chance."
"O-okay then."
Zhao Qing did a good job of hiding the disappointment on her face. "Should I call a car for you?"
I quickly said, "No need, no need."
After turning down Zhao Qing, I hailed a ride-hailing car to go home. On the way back, I bought some fresh ingredients and picked up some pig trotter soup.
Passing by a flower shop, I saw the bright, seductive red roses inside, looking like flickering flames.
I got out of the car and bought a single rose.
After transferring the pig trotter soup into my own bowls, I immediately brought it over to Song Yu.
Even though I had promised Mom I wouldn't associate with Song Yu, I could stop seeing her on the surface while continuing in secret!
Song Yu was, after all, an undeniable beauty, and my progress in "conquering" her had improved significantly. How could I bear to let her go so easily?
When Song Yu saw the fragrant, delicious soup, she couldn't help but pout slightly, acting a bit spoiled. "Are you trying to turn me into a fat pig?"
"It’s fine. Even if Sister Yu becomes a fat pig, men will still be fighting over you."
"I’m afraid by then, no one will want me..."
I didn't respond to that—playing hard to get!
After chatting with Song Yu for a while, I left her place.
Calculating the time, Mom should be getting home soon.
I warmed up the food I had prepared, and just then, the sound of the door opening rang out.
I rushed out of the kitchen in three steps. Seeing the tall girl at the door wearing a sun hat and a long skirt, I feigned disappointment. "Sigh, I thought it was Mom coming home."
My little sister wrinkled her dainty nose and acted spoiled. "Wow, do you really dislike your own sister that much?"
She was carrying bags and parcels of all sizes; I had no idea how much she had bought.
I stepped forward to take the things from her. "What did you buy? Why is there so much?"
"None of that is important."
My sister shook her head. Then, like a magic trick, she produced a fresh, dripping red rose from somewhere. "Ta-da! Look, this is what’s most important!"
Staring at the rose with its vivid red petals, I dithered for a moment. "For me?"
"Of course! Today is the first day of our relationship, after all!"
My sister shoved the rose into my hand and leaned her exquisite face close to mine—very, very close.
She said playfully, "Well? Are you moved?"
I stared at my sister, a sour feeling rising in my chest. I was so moved that I remained speechless for a long time.