Chapter 60: Falling Asleep in Mom's Arms

Chapter ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠60: Falling Asleep in Mom's Arms

Should I sleep next to Mom?

Mom was stark naked; sleeping in the same room as her felt a bit inappropriate, after all.

But leaving like this, I really couldn't bear the thought. I was simply unwilling to go.

I paced by the bedside for a long time, hesitating, unsure whether I should stay or sleep in one of the other guest rooms.

I won't actually do anything to her. As her son, what’s wrong with staying with my mom for a night?

Having convinced myself, I stepped forward and turned off the ceiling light in the bedroom.

The dim glow of the bedside lamp spilled over Mom's jade body, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to her form.

Moving to the other side of the bed, I found a pair of panties and put them on. Then, I gently lay down beside her, terrified of waking her up.

I reached out and extinguished the lamp. A strange, indescribable feeling welled up inside me.

Excitement? Happiness? Satisfaction?

By the soft moonlight, I studied my beautiful mother as she slept soundly beside me.

The night was hazy, but I could vaguely make out her exquisite features.

After admiring her for a long while, my heart began to thud uncontrollably again, and a silly grin spread across my face.

Sharing a bed with Mom—was this a dream come true?

I turned onto my side. After a moment's hesitation, I lightly hooked my arm around Mom's flexible, slender waist and gently rolled her over to face me.

Mom’s rounded, snow-white breasts were immediately liberated. The fair, tender flesh even trembled slightly with my movement. Those two bright ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠red buds were so tempting and conspicuous in the dark.

Strangely, however, the filthy desires I’d felt moments ago had vanished. I merely cast a glance at Mom’s naked, soft chest before fixing my gaze on her lovely face, carefully admiring her eyes and brows.

Mom is so beautiful. I could never get tired of looking at her, not in a lifetime.

Perhaps because my movements were too large, Mom’s breathing became slightly ragged and heavy for a moment, but it soon returned to a peaceful rhythm.

Thank goodness. I didn't wake her.

I breathed a silent sigh of relief and slowly moved my head closer to hers until our noses lightly touched. Our cheeks were almost pressed together.

Our hot breaths mingled and intertwined. The fragrance Mom exhaled drifted over my face—a scent like orchids and musk, intoxicating and alluring. I subconsciously breathed deeper, taking in several long draws of her delicate scent.

At this moment, lying face-to-face with Mom in the same bed, with one hand gently resting on her slender waist, I had the illusion that we were truly a married couple. The beautiful mother in my arms really felt like my wife.

Suppressing the urge to once again take liberties with her red lips, I pressed a light kiss to her smooth forehead and whispered softly, "Mom, wouldn't it be wonderful if you could really be my wife?"

"Mom, do you know? I want to take care of you so much. I want to take care of you for the rest of your life."

"Mom, if only I weren't your son..."

"Mom, the most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you. I want to stay by your side forever and ever..."

"Mom, I love you so much..."

To be able to stay by her side like this was my greatest wish.

The air conditioning was a bit chilly, and I began to feel a slight shiver. Mom was stark naked; she might wake up from the cold during the night.

I pulled back the silk duvet and gently covered her, also pulling the bath towel that had been draped over her waist out from under the covers.

Right now, the beautiful mother beneath the silk duvet was truly without a stitch of clothing.

But just like before, I didn't feel much lust. Even the cock between my legs didn't have much of a reaction.

I lifted a corner of the duvet, quickly slipped inside, and pulled Mom tightly into my arms.

With the beautiful mother in my embrace, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my heart felt peaceful and serene, like the surface of a mirror-still lake without a single ripple.

Perhaps it’s like they say: when you love someone to a certain level, your love for them far outweighs your desire.

My palm slowly stroked Mom’s smooth jade back, coming to rest on her waist. I rubbed it gently and tightened my arm slightly; in the next second, our skin was pressed together, our bodies entwined.

Holding Mom’s soft body, I felt an immense sense of satisfaction and enjoyment.

Mom’s hair brushed against my cheek, tickling me and making me smile.

I moved my face closer, nuzzling against her temple and ear, contentedly inhaling her fresh scent.

I said warmly, "Goodnight, Mom."

After saying goodnight, holding the naked, beautiful mother in my arms, I drifted into a dreamland of total fulfillment...

*

"Yuan'er, Yuan'er."

Mom’s soft voice woke me. I opened my eyes to see the hazy night outside the window. The stars and moon were dim, but the ceiling light in the bedroom was bright—yet it didn't hurt my eyes at all.

Hearing her call, I scrambled out of bed and answered loudly, "Mom, what is it?"

The light in the master bathroom was shining, and the sound of splashing water echoed out.

Hearing my response, Mom seemed a little annoyed. She said with a hint of a pout from the bathroom, "Didn't you promise to help Mom bathe? What are you still lingering for?"

"Me? Bathe?"

I was incredulous. My emotions began to surge like a roller coaster.

When did I promise to help Mom bathe? And hadn't she already taken one?

Besides, with Mom’s habitually cold and gentle personality and her distant demeanor, how could she possibly let me help her bathe?

I was baffled, unable to understand what was going on.

Seeing that I hadn't responded for a while, Mom’s tone became clearly dissatisfied. "Hurry up! What are you doing out there? We need to rest early after the shower."

"Oh, oh! Okay!"

Since Mom had actively requested it, and since I had always been obsessed with her, the chance to feast my eyes—and even play in the water like mandarin ducks—was exactly what I wanted!

With a heart full of excitement, I rushed to the bathroom in a few quick strides.

Pushing open the door, the stunning scene before me left me dazed.

Under the showerhead, a perfect jade body shimmered with a faint white glow. That skin, white as snow, was like the finest porcelain or soft jade—smooth and delicate.

The water from the shower sprayed down, flowing over Mom’s perfect, lovely frame.

The bathroom was filled with steam, like a lingering celestial mist, making the naked beauty within—my Queen Mother, Chi Qinglan—look even more like a holy goddess who didn't belong to the mortal world, someone to be admired from afar but not trifled with.

From those exquisite, flawless features and the waterfall of dark hair draped over her shoulders, to the long, fair jade neck and the rounded, towering breasts... the two tempting red points on her chest stood tall. Then down to the flat, smooth belly and the flexible, graceful waist that flared into wide, beautiful hips, supporting her plump, peach-like buttocks. Her two long, pillar-like legs were smooth and bare. Where they met her belly, the skin was as clear as jade, and I could vaguely see a pink, narrow, tightly closed meat-slit—looming and disappearing, enough to steal one's soul...

Looking at Mom’s perfect physique, I couldn't help but be entranced. I stood at the bathroom door, staring blankly for a long time.

The cock between my legs also reared its head, pushing the towel aside. The rod was thick and long, the glans tilted at an exaggerated angle.

Seeing me like this, Mom couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. Her usually cold, pretty face carried a hint of a different kind of charm. She covered her mouth and giggled, "What are you staring at? Why do you look so silly?"

"I..."

I opened my mouth but couldn't speak. I felt like my body and my voice were out of my control.

Mom giggled again, looking helpless. Seeing that I wasn't moving, she took the initiative to walk toward me. Her naked body exuded infinite temptation as she moved. "Come and help Mom wash. Don't you have class tomorrow morning?"

"Yes."

I gave a soft reply. Her proactiveness left me at a loss, my body stiff as a board.

Mom gave me a gentle tug, but I didn't budge.

Her expression became even more helpless. Without any warning, she reached out and grasped my cock. Her long, jade-like fingers wrapped around the glans and squeezed gently. The warm, smooth sensation made my whole body tremble; I nearly came right then and there.

"Mom~"

I cried out in disbelief, not understanding what she was trying to do.

Holding my glans, Mom led me toward the shower. That erect cock felt like a rein she was using to lead me.

Mom looked back, her eyes rippling like water. There was a hint of coquettishness in the corners of her eyes as she chided me, "All you do is call 'Mom, Mom.' Hurry up and help Mom wash!"

The warm water from the shower hit my body, making me shiver slightly.

Mom let go of my cock and reached up to brush her wet hair behind her, letting it drape over her chest to reveal her fair, slender jade back.

Standing behind her, looking at the perfect curve of her back and buttocks and those rare, long legs, the cock between my legs felt so hard it was about to explode.

Mom turned around. Her jade hand lightly stroked my cock, sliding from the glans to the base, sending a jolt of electricity through me that made me shudder.

Mom’s beautiful eyes fixed on the cock between my legs. After staring for a long time, she whispered, "It’s grown so big."

She suddenly smiled playfully at me. "Do you know that when I used to bathe you as a child, your little thing was only this big?"

As she spoke, she held up her pinky finger.

Mom’s cute, playful look broke my restraint. I could no longer endure the suppressed fire of lust. I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms, greedily inhaling her unique fragrance.

With nowhere else to go, my cock forced its way between Mom’s legs, pressing tightly against her pussy, almost as if ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠we were copulating.

Mom’s expression was so calm it felt surreal, but her voice remained soft and seductive. She reached out to caress my cheek, her eyes like shimmering water. "Mom thought you’d never catch on."

"Mom~"

My voice trembled as I called out to her. I leaned in almost frantically and kissed her thin, sexy red lips, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to crudely claim her sweet nectar.

My cock was enveloped by Mom’s lush flower valley and the tender flesh of her inner thighs. The soft, elastic sensation made my rod even harder. I couldn't help but twitch slightly, grinding against Mom’s wet meat-slit.

My large hands also gripped the two rounded, perky butt cheeks I had long coveted, kneading them wantonly. I squeezed and grabbed, feeling the pleasure of ravaging her fair, smooth flesh. My breathing grew heavy, and my hips began to thrust with increasing urgency, sliding back and forth between her legs, constantly grinding against her pussy.

"Mm~ mmm~"

Mom let out soft, low pants. Her upper body was pressed tightly against mine, her perky, full jade breasts crushed against my chest until they were flattened like white pancakes.

Looking at Mom’s flushed, gorgeous face, I couldn't help but praise her: "Mom, you’re so beautiful."

Mom’s body went limp. Her jade arms climbed onto my shoulders, her voice weak and lovely. "Mm~ oh~ Yuan... Yuan'er, don't... don't bully Mom anymore. First... first help Mom bathe, okay? Ah~"

I panted heavily. "No... no. Who told you to keep seducing your own son?"

Mom softly denied it. "Mom... Mom didn't. Mom just... just wanted you to help... help her wash~ ah!"

I toyed with her beautiful buttocks, my cock thrusting non-stop. "Where does Mom want me to wash?"

"Mm~ mm~ any... anywhere is fine. Just... help Mom wash... wash it clean! Oh oh oh~"

"Here?"

My hand, which had been gripping her plump butt cheeks, slid down the cleft until I touched that wet, slippery, hairless pussy.

Mom tilted her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on my face. A faint smile played on her lips, her expression mischievous. "Helping Mom wash here is fine, too."

Boom!

Hearing those words, I could no longer hold back. My lips and tongue frantically licked her red lips, then moved down from her mouth, kissing past her jade-white chin, her long neck, her exquisite collarbones, her rounded breasts, her sexy navel, and her flat belly, all the way down to that pink, hairless, tender White Tiger pussy.

I held Mom’s long, beautiful legs and greedily took her hairless pussy into my mouth, biting and licking. My tongue swirled around, swallowing every drop of the abundant, delicious pussy juice surging from her private parts.

Under my licking, Mom gripped my hair tightly, her red lips parted as she moaned wantonly. Her expression had completely lost its usual restraint and coldness.

A faint, intoxicating aphrodisiac scent drifted from her private parts—ethereal and dreamlike, lingering around my nose.

The hormonal scent of her pussy juice excited me to the extreme. I stood up from between her legs, my tongue retracing its path upward, licking across her fair, lovely body once more. My fingers wantonly caressed her tender labia, and my mouth captured her sexy red lips again in a long, wet kiss. "Mom, did your son wash you clean?"

Mom panted softly, her breasts heaving up and down. "Perhaps..."

I lowered my head slightly, the tip of my tongue sweeping across her lips. "Mom, I want to fuck you."

Mom gave me a light smile. "Then come on~"

My eyes turned red. I couldn't believe those words had come from my cold, noble, elegant, and intellectual mother.

Those words pushed the lust in my body to its peak. I slammed Mom against the bathroom wall, pressing my body tightly against hers. My chest rubbed against her jade back, and the cock between my legs prodded between her buttocks. My breathing was as heavy as a bull's. "Mom, I love you to death."

"Mom... Mom loves you too..."

Mom’s response made me ecstatic. I pulled back slightly, my hands gripping her slender waist and applying pressure. Mom instinctively lowered her waist and arched her back, pouting her rounded, full, snow-white ass toward me.

I looked down at her figure. Mom was so beautiful—fragile shoulders, a thin back, a narrow waist, and wide hips. She was the Creator's most perfect masterpiece.

I kissed her jade back gently and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm going to fuck you now."

"Mm~"

Mom bit her red lip and tilted her face up, holding her breath as she gave a soft response. "Come..."

That one word made my blood boil. I could no longer contain myself. Guiding my thick cock, I aimed it at Mom’s leaking, hairless beautiful pussy and thrust inward with all my might...