Chapter 58: Giving Mom a Body Massage
Chapter 58: Giving Mom a Body Massage
I spent a long time brushing Mom’s hair. The fragrance of her shampoo was refreshing, swirling around us and seeping into my heart.
As I breathed in the delicate scent wafting from her body, I felt a deep sense of attachment. However, I knew that if I continued brushing any longer, it would start to feel inappropriate.
Letting her hair slide through my fingertips, I set the wooden comb down and said softly, "Mom, I’m finished."
Mom opened her eyes, which had been half-closed. Her expression was serene. "Thank you, my precious son."
"Why are you being so polite with your own son?"
Mom stood up from the edge of the bed. Her graceful figure was slender and exquisite. She rolled her neck slightly and said to me, "Alright, you should get some rest early."
Looking at her exposed, slender, white Jade Neck and her rounded, fragrant shoulders, I couldn't help but ask, "What’s wrong? Is your neck and shoulder area bothering you again?"
Mom dismissed it casually. "A little. A few leaders from the Municipal Government came by today, and I spent the whole afternoon accompanying them on a tour of the Group Headquarters."
I couldn't help but interject, "Wasn't Uncle usually responsible for that kind of thing? You should have just let him handle the accompaniment. You need to focus more on resting."
Mom gave a light laugh. "Isn't your Uncle away right now?"
"You could have just found someone else to go with them."
Mom tapped my forehead lightly with a slender finger. "He is the second-in-command of Wanghai City, after all. If I’m at the headquarters and don't show my face, what would that look like? Anyway, I’m going back to sleep. You should get some rest too. Don't stay up too late on your phone."
I grabbed Mom’s small hand. "Don't go yet. Let me give you a massage."
"No need. You have classes tomorrow."
"What does that matter?"
I forced Mom to sit back down on the edge of the bed. "It’s still early. Besides, how long could a massage possibly take?"
Mom looked hesitant. Without waiting for her to refuse, I nudged her to lie down on the bed, saying enthusiastically, "I’m going to give you a proper massage today so you can really relax!"
Thinking about Mom’s behavior earlier, I felt an inexhaustible surge of energy, and my mood became exceptionally excited.
Mom yielded half-heartedly. "Don't let this delay your sleep..."
"Don't worry about that. Just focus on enjoying yourself tonight."
Mom’s expression held a hint of helplessness, but she compliantly lay down on the bed nonetheless.
I instructed, "Turn over."
Mom gave me a slight, mock-reproachful look. "So many demands. I’ll have to see just how professional of a massage therapist you really are."
I rubbed my palms together. "Don't you worry! My skills are guaranteed to be no lower than those of a Gold Medal Massage Therapist."
Mom let out a soft laugh, her voice crisp and melodious. She turned over to lie prone on the bed, resting her porcelain chin on her Jade Arm, slightly closing her deep, water-like Phoenix Eyes.
I sat beside her. Just as my hands were about to touch her shoulders and neck, Mom suddenly spoke. "I spent the whole afternoon walking around the headquarters, so my feet are a bit sore and aching. Massage Mom’s feet first."
"As you command!"
This was exactly what I wanted. I happily accepted Mom’s order.
I wouldn't call myself a Foot Fetishist, but I did have a peculiar fascination with High Heels. When a woman’s bare feet are paired with High Heels, the combination often exudes a unique, sexy charm.
I immediately crawled quickly toward the foot of the bed.
The bath towel Mom was wearing only reached mid-thigh; her long legs were almost entirely exposed. My gaze swept over them, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of heat rising within me.
Mom had a tall, statuesque build. Her beautiful legs were long and well-proportioned, with lines as smooth as a painting. Every inch of her fair, tender skin radiated an alluring luster, like a perfectly carved work of art.
Being a Leg Fetishist, seeing those long legs and not being able to "eat" them was undoubtedly a form of exquisite torture.
I withdrew my gaze and reached the end of the bed. Looking at Mom’s bare Jade Feet, I couldn't help but swallow hard.
Mom’s Jade Feet were dainty and small, seemingly enough to be held entirely in one's hand—a contrast to her tall height of 173 centimeters. After one look, I couldn't resist reaching out to gently grasp her beautiful feet in my hands.
To my surprise, the moment I touched her small feet, Mom let out a "whoosh" as she kicked her slender calves up. Her Jade Feet hung in mid-air, trembling uncontrollably.
I stared blankly at the beautiful feet that had escaped my grasp. It wasn't until Mom’s crisp laughter drifted from the head of the bed that my thoughts were pulled back.
Mom seemed to be stifling her laughter, her shoulders shaking incessantly.
Seeing her so happy brought a smile to my face, though I feigned a reproachful tone. "Mom, what are you doing?"
Lying on the bed, Mom let out a series of giggles. Her voice trembled as she spoke in fits and starts. "No... I can't... it tickles!"
I rarely saw Mom laugh so happily, and I couldn't help but join in.
The two of us laughed together like fools for nearly half a minute before finally calming down.
I took hold of her Jade Feet as they hung in the air and said softly, "Alright, Mom, stop messing around."
"Fine, fine." Mom used her pinky to wipe away a tear of laughter from the corner of her eye. "Mom will stop laughing. Give me a good massage."
I lowered my head slightly to study her Jade Feet closely. The tops of her feet were smooth and delicate, the white skin tinged with a faint pink, like blossoming peach flowers—tender and inviting. Her toes were neatly aligned, each one like a carefully polished pearl, rounded and cute.
Her ankles were slender and symmetrical, their lines flowing in a beautiful arc that displayed an elegance without losing a sense of strength. Under the bedroom lights, Mom’s feet seemed to be coated in a soft glow, making her snow-white skin appear even more translucent.
They were perfect!
I stared for a long time, becoming somewhat entranced. A slight impulse surged from deep within me—I wanted to take Mom’s Jade Feet into my mouth, to lick them gently and savor them.
"What are you doing? Why aren't you massaging?"
Lying at the head of the bed, Mom naturally couldn't see my obsessed expression. She shifted her Jade Feet in confusion and gave my chest a light kick.
"I’m massaging, I’m doing it now."
I quickly caught one of her Jade Feet and began kneading the top of it with both hands. "Mom, is the pressure okay?"
Mom closed her eyes contentedly. "It’s fine."
While I focused intently on the foot in my hands, I admired her other small foot as it swung back and forth in the air. I bragged, "Who do you think is giving you this massage? The number one Gold Medal Massage Ambassador in Wanghai City!"
Mom suddenly asked playfully, "With such good technique, you didn't practice this on Song Yu, did you?"
"Cough, cough..."
Hearing Mom’s words, I couldn't help but cough. Mom was truly sharp-witted and perceptive; nothing could be hidden from her. Although my massage skills were indeed practiced on Song Yu, I naturally wouldn't admit it.
I used a slightly hurt tone. "Mom, what are you thinking? We’re just ordinary friends. Even if I wanted to give her a massage, she’d have to be willing, wouldn't she?"
Mom seemed very satisfied with my answer, though her tone remained slightly teasing as she kicked my chest again with her small foot. "You wish."
I chuckled. "Life is already bitter enough. If I don't have some beautiful wishes, how am I supposed to get by?"
Mom sighed softly. "You... you’re just like your Little Sister, both of you don't realize how lucky you are!"
As we chatted, I pulled both of Mom’s Jade Feet into my lap, using both hands to gently knead and massage them simultaneously.
Handling both of her beautiful feet at once meant I couldn't give each one my full attention, so the effectiveness of the massage naturally dropped. However, Mom didn't say anything, quietly leaving her Jade Feet in my lap.
As my palms rubbed against the smooth, jade-like skin of Mom’s feet, I felt a sense of satisfaction and pride.
Looking at Mom lying at the head of the bed and knowing she couldn't see what was happening behind her, my courage grew. Recalling her actions tonight, I felt that since she had been so proactive and loved me so much, even if she saw what I was doing, what would it matter?
Despite my hesitation, my hands uncontrollably lifted her Jade Feet, and I slowly buried my face toward the soles of her pressed-together feet.
I stopped when my cheeks were only a centimeter or two away.
Smelling the fragrance of Mom’s Jade Feet, I pressed the tip of my nose against her soles and took a deep, intoxicated breath. A scent unique to Mom, mixed with the aroma of her Body Wash, rushed to my brain, making me feel lightheaded with pleasure.
Afraid she would notice my hot breath, I held my breath and lifted my head, though the scent of her feet continued to linger in my mind.
Because of my actions, a wave of heat surged from deep within my body, and the cock between my legs showed signs of rearing its head.
At that moment, Mom let out a comfortable moan. She shifted her calves slightly, her Jade Feet moving playfully in my lap. "Alright, come massage Mom’s neck now."
Thinking I had been caught, I hurriedly replied, "Okay, okay."
I crawled from the foot of the bed back to the head and sat by her side. Although Mom’s fragrant shoulders and Jade Neck were also beautiful and alluring, their sexual tension and charm couldn't compare to her long legs and Jade Feet. I became a bit lax, and the pressure of my kneading lightened.
After massaging for a short while, Mom patted my thigh lightly, her tone dissatisfied. "Do you not want to massage Mom?"
"How could that be? I’m doing it right now, aren't I?"
Mom chided me softly, "You aren't using any strength. You aren't being sincere at all."
I gave an embarrassed chuckle and immediately increased the pressure.
Under my massage, Mom closed her beautiful eyes in comfort again. As I kneaded and pressed, her small mouth continuously let out sounds of "Mmm~ mmm~ mmm~."
Mom’s faint moans might have been unintentional, but they were making things difficult for me. Hearing her lazy, enchanting voice, the cock between my legs grew tighter and larger, eventually propping up the bath towel into a massive tent.
Fortunately, as long as Mom didn't turn her head, she wouldn't see my embarrassing state. Therefore, I wasn't overly worried, though having my cock as hard as an iron rod poking between my legs was quite uncomfortable.
Mom spoke in her Soft Suzhou Dialect, her voice incredibly tender. "A little lower."
My palms slid over the smooth, white skin of Mom’s back. "Here?"
"Yes, a little harder."
Mom tilted her head, resting her pretty face on her arm. Her Phoenix Eyes were slightly narrowed, her expression looking very blissful and serene.
I admired Mom’s beautiful, flawless face while massaging her fragrant shoulders, subtly taking liberties with her.
Just as my mind was becoming entranced by the scene, Mom suddenly spoke. "Yuan'er, do you know why Mom has been treating you poorly these past two days?"