Chapter 9: The View of Mother’s Beautiful Ass
Chapter 9: The View of Mother’s Beautiful Ass
“I haven't seen my brother in a month. Can't I be a little close to him?” My sister argued, her neck stiffening as she huddled in my arms.
“Alright, get down now. Don't make Mom angry.” I reached out and stroked her high ponytail; her hair felt silky and smooth.
“I said get down, so get down.” There was no room for negotiation in Mom’s voice.
My sister pouted her small, pink, and inviting lips, muttering under her breath, “You’re infringing on my freedom and human rights.”
Mom, who had earned her Master of Laws over a decade ago, couldn't help but let out a laugh at her daughter’s antics. “What do you know about human rights and freedom? Hmm?”
“Anyway, you’re infringing on my freedom and human rights right now.”
My sister climbed off me and stretched out across the back seat. With her back against her backpack, her long, beautiful legs didn't have enough room to fully extend, so she ended up resting them in my lap.
“Little brother, give me a foot rub.” She kicked off her shoes and thrust her small feet, clad in thin white socks, into my lap.
“Looking for a beating again, are we?” I lightly tickled the arches of her feet, making her giggle and squirm uncontrollably.
It seemed she had returned to her usual willful and mischievous self.
In the front seat, Mom pressed a hand to her forehead, sounding somewhat helpless. “Lin Xi, can you please mind your image? Also, you and your brother are both sixteen now. You’re already in your senior year of high school, do you understand?”
“Stop, stop, stop!” My sister interrupted. “My dear Ms. Chi Qinglan, your son is a senior, but your daughter is only a freshman, okay?”
As she spoke, she gave me a few dissatisfied kicks with her small feet, signaling me to hurry up and massage them.
“I’d have a lot less to worry about if you were as good as your brother,” Mom sighed softly.
“I can’t compare to your son. He’s a genius who skipped grades to get into senior year, while your daughter is just a mediocre talent,” my sister replied nonchalantly, stretching lazily.
“Since we’re talking about school, has your performance improved?” Mom turned her pretty face back to ask. Seeing my sister sprawled out in the back seat without a hint of ladylike grace, she sighed again.
“It’s alright. Mom, let me tell you, the only reason my grades were so bad before was because my middle school teachers held me back! Look at me now—at the girls' high school, I’ve finally met my 'Bo Le.' My hidden potential is finally being discovered by the teachers!” My sister spoke with a fair bit of arrogance.
Mom chuckled. “Fine, fine. I’ll see for myself if you’ve actually improved after your exams.”
My sister gave a guilty smile. “Mom, our family is so rich, why do you care so much about my grades? Can’t you just arrange a job for me when the time comes?”
Mom’s voice took on a slightly lecturing tone. “Do you think I want you to study just for a piece of paper? Even if I arranged a job for you at the company, do you think you’d be capable of handling it?”
“If you’re going to talk, talk. Why do you have to be so mean…” My sister took out her frustration with Mom on me, giving me a heavy kick. “What are you dazing off for? Hurry up and massage me!”
“There are only two other people in this family, and it looks like you’re trying to offend both of them.” I took one of her beautiful feet in my hand and began to knead it gently through the white sock.
Even through the layer of fabric, I could feel how small and cute her feet were, and how fair and smooth her skin felt.
Holding her small foot, my heart began to flutter. I felt a surge of heat rising within me, and my cock showed signs of stirring.
The image of Mom’s jade feet flashed in my mind. As I massaged my sister, I secretly compared the two. Both pairs of feet had their own unique charms. Driven by some inexplicable impulse, I actually pulled off my sister’s white socks, grasping her bare, smooth feet directly in my hands and stroking them back and forth.
Sensing something different, my sister’s face flushed slightly, but she didn't struggle.
Mom glanced toward the back with a lingering look. “Watch your boundaries.”
“He’s my brother, what does it matter?” My sister said dismissively.
“Alright, that’s enough. No more rubbing.” I pushed her feet aside. For one, the cock in my pants was swelling to the point where it was hard to contain, and for another, I didn't want to make Mom angry.
“No, keep going!” My sister thrust her long legs at me, kicking and treading on my body. Her bare, beautiful feet hitting me felt more like a massage for me than for her.
“Your feet stink too much,” I said, feigning disgust while quietly adjusting my sitting position, worried she might notice the tent in my pants.
“You dare say my feet stink?” My sister’s eyes widened in disbelief. The next second, she slammed her foot down onto my face. “Stinky Lin Yuan, take a good whiff and tell me if they stink! I’m a young girl in her prime, I’m fragrant all over. How dare you say my feet stink?”
“Lin Xi!” Mom called out coldly, her phoenix eyes sweeping toward my sister in the rearview mirror.
Knowing that Mom would truly get angry if she kept acting up, my sister didn't dare push it further. She sat up properly, though she looked incredibly aggrieved. Her eyes, like autumn pools, kept darting toward me with a pitiful expression.
“We won’t be eating at home today. What do you two want to eat?” Mom asked, calming her emotions.
“Let’s listen to my sister. She hasn't been home for a month.” I reached out and stroked her soft, long hair, giving her the choice while my mind replayed the sensation of her foot pressed against my face.
Why did it feel like… I actually enjoyed that?
My sister wasn't grateful, however. She gave a light huff. “I don’t want to eat out.”
Mom looked up at the mirror. “Then what do you want to eat?”
“Whatever!”
“Fine, fine!” Mom didn't want to argue with her. “Then I’ll just buy some random groceries.”
“Doesn't matter.” My sister was still holding a grudge about me saying her feet stank. “I haven't had my brother’s cooking in over a month. As long as he’s the one cooking, it’s fine.”
“Oh? I think you wanting my cooking is a lie; you just want to give me trouble.” I gave the soft flesh at her waist a subtle squeeze.
She just hummed noncommittally. “Think whatever you want.”
Our home was located in a high-end residential area, though it wasn't a standalone villa or mansion. The supermarket inside the complex was open twenty-four hours a day, so even though it was already evening, we could still buy the freshest vegetables, seafood, and meat.
After wandering through the supermarket with the two beauties for a while and picking up some of my sister’s favorite dishes, we returned home.
The apartment was a large flat, one unit per floor, covering about two hundred square meters. In a city like Wanghai where land was worth its weight in gold, the value of this property was astronomical.
I opened the door, changed into slippers, and collapsed onto the sofa, stretching my back to my heart's content.
I hadn't even rested for two minutes before my sister came looking for trouble. She had already changed out of her bulky school uniform and was now wearing a breezy camisole and hot pants, fully displaying her long legs that could rival Mom’s.
“Hey, I’m hungry.” She sat down next to me and started nudging me with her shoulder.
“Sigh, having a sister like you is truly a 'blessing.'” I sighed and was forced to stand up.
“You’re just ungrateful for the good things you have.” Her beautiful eyes were glued to her phone, her pink tongue licking a popsicle with a rhythmic, enticing motion.
Watching her small mouth, the popsicle she was licking suddenly transformed in my mind into my thick, long cock.
If my cock were held in her mouth like that, what would it feel like?
“Hey, why are you smiling so disgustingly?” My sister was staring at me without blinking, her face full of "disgust."
I quickly turned toward the kitchen to hide my expression. “No respect for your elders. I’m your brother. Is that any way to talk to me?”
“I remember your period is coming up soon. Don't eat so much cold stuff.”
“I know… my dear big brother.” She dragged out the last words as if acting spoiled, then buried her eyes back in her phone screen.
I took the ingredients into the kitchen, planning to make steamed pork ribs with rice flour, seafood porridge, and a simple vegetable dish.
I washed and seasoned the ribs, coated them in rice flour, and put them in the steamer. Then I started prepping the prawns, frying the shrimp oil, dicing the meat…
Mom walked into the kitchen then. She had changed into a silk satin camisole nightgown. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, revealing her fair, fragrant shoulders and her white, smooth legs.
Without the restriction of a business suit, one could truly see how explosive her devilish figure was.
“Need help?” Mom walked up beside me, a wave of her scent washing over me.
“Then I’ll trouble Mother to help me get the dried shiitake mushrooms out to soak.” I shifted my gaze away from her and focused on the prawns. “I forgot to buy fresh ones just now.”
“Are they in this cabinet?” The sound of her rummaging came from beside me.
I turned around at the sound, and when I saw the sight before me, I froze instinctively.
Mom was bending over to search through the cabinet. Her voluptuous, beautiful ass was hiked up high, her fair and large butt cheeks stretching the nightgown into a rounded curve, looking like a succulent, juicy peach waiting to be plucked.
However, what made my blood boil the most was that her "flower valley," tightly wrapped in black lace panties, was perfectly visible from my vantage point because the nightgown was so short.