My mother is an excellent cook, but with my father often away on business trips, it's usually just the two of us at home. Coupled with her busy work schedule, she rarely cooks, often ordering takeout or dining out instead. As a result, I seldom get to enjoy her culinary skills.
Today, however, because the teacher had called for a parent meeting, my mother left work early. And with my cousin visiting, it felt like a blessing in disguise, allowing me to savor a delicious homemade dinner that evening.
The food on the table was quickly devoured by my cousin and me. Exchanging a glance, she seized the moment to flatter my mother: "Auntie, your cooking is absolutely amazing—far better than my mom's!"
I chimed in with an ingratiating smile, "Absolutely! Mom, your cooking is truly divine, something rarely found in this mortal world."
My cousin shot me a surprised look, clearly impressed by how my flattery skills had improved in just a few days. Not to be outdone, she swayed her hips slightly, snuggled up to my mother, and hugged her arm, saying, "That's right, Auntie! Your cooking is incredible. If we could eat like this every day, we'd be so lucky!"
Listening to our back-and-forth praise, my mother smiled gently, her large, sparkling eyes curving into adorable crescents. She glanced at me, then at my cousin, as if seeing right through us. "Alright, alright. Since you both enjoy it so much, I'll try to cook more often when I have time."
Seeing how easily we'd achieved our goal, my cousin and I exchanged a knowing smile and high-fived in perfect sync. "Yes! We're in for some treats from now on. Give me five!"
Mom stood beside us, watching our playful antics with a smile, savoring the warm after-dinner moment.
After resting for a while, and because I had made a mistake earlier, I decided to make up for it by putting on a good show in front of Mom. I volunteered to take on the task of washing the dishes and pots, and soon I was bustling around in the kitchen, working up a sweat.
Meanwhile, Mom followed my cousin to the guest room to help her unpack and make the bed.
The dishes for three people were quickly done. After finishing, I walked into the empty living room and figured Mom and my cousin probably weren't done yet, so I headed toward the guest room to see if I could lend a hand.
As I reached the doorway, my gaze froze instantly. My heart raced, my head grew hot, and I nearly felt a nosebleed coming on. Instinctively, I touched my nose, screaming inwardly, "What kind of heavenly sight is this!"
Mom and my cousin were lying face-down on the bed, smoothing out the bedsheet. My cousin was on the left side, still wearing the pink outfit from earlier.
To tuck the sheet neatly under the mattress, she had to press her upper body down, raising her hips high. Because of her posture, her short skirt, which normally covered her private areas, had ridden up almost to her waist. Half of her buttocks and the pink Hello Kitty panties between her legs, along with their enticing position, were now exposed to my view.
Looking closer, I noticed a few stray hairs peeking out from the edge of her panties, unwilling to stay hidden. The black pubic hair, pink panties, and pale thighs created a striking visual contrast.
Mom, wearing a cream-colored silk nightgown, was lying on the right side of the bed.
She was helping my cousin by holding the top right corner of the sheet and pressing it under the mattress. As she exerted force, her posture mirrored my cousin's—body pressed down, hips raised high, in a classic doggy-style position.
Her nightgown had a long hem, so it didn't reveal much.
Although I couldn't see beneath Mom's gown, the silk material highlighted the results of her regular workouts. Her buttocks were round and full, unlike my cousin's, which had noticeable dips on either side.
Just as I was greedily taking in the view, something suddenly struck me as odd: "The silk nightgown is clinging tightly to Mom's buttocks, but I don't see any panty lines."
"Could it be... Mom isn't wearing any?" A bold thought flashed through my mind, making the flesh between my legs twitch. But then I dismissed it: "No, no, no. Mom is so conservative—she wouldn't go commando at home."
"That leaves only one possibility!" As a previously overlooked memory surfaced—a fleeting glimpse of a small, strip-like garment on the balcony of my parents' bedroom—it slowly merged with the question in my mind. The member between my legs instantly hardened like iron: "A thong! Yes, it must be a thong! That's why there are no panty lines."
"So, Mom, who seems so conservative, has this contrasting side to her."
Wasn't this exactly like the plot in that incest novel I read today? Come to think of it, the protagonist's mother in the story was the same—outwardly conservative but secretly wild, open-minded in bed, and willing to fulfill all of the protagonist's desires.
"Could Mom be like that too? Underneath her conservative exterior, perhaps there's a secretly passionate heart."
Imagining the elegant, gentle, understanding mother who always appears graceful and virtuous in front of others, in the quiet of the night, slipping out of her silk nightgown, wearing only a thong, swaying her hips in that very posture, turning to look at me with seductive, half-lidded eyes: "Ranran~ come here~ Mom wants~~"
Instantly, a wave of heat rushed to my head, my mind went blank. The overwhelming stimulation caused my body to tremble slightly. Just by gazing at the captivating scene before me and letting my imagination run wild, I reached my second climax of the day.
As the pleasure faded, consciousness slowly returned. Feeling the sticky sensation inside my underwear, I thought about hurrying to the bathroom to clean up.
Just then, Mom and Cousin finished making the bed. Mom stood up, rubbed her lower back, and turned to see me standing at the door. "Ranran, are the dishes done?"
"They're done, Mom. I came to see if there was anything else I could help with." Afraid Mom would notice something was off, I turned away, clutching my stomach. "Mom, I suddenly have a stomachache. I need to use the bathroom." With that, I quickly made an excuse and slipped away.
"This kid..." Mom chuckled, then turned just as Cousin sat up. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist, and she seemed completely unaware. Mom shook her head with a smile and pointed at Cousin's skirt. "Lanlan, your skirt~"
Hearing Mom's voice, Cousin glanced at her, then followed the direction of Mom's finger. Seeing her completely exposed lower half, she let out a soft cry, "Ah!" and quickly stood up, pulling her skirt down. Her face flushed red, looking utterly adorable.
Seeing Cousin's flustered expression, Mom couldn't help but laugh. "We've been tired all day. Go change your clothes, tidy up, and get some rest early."
"Okay, Auntie."