"Zhao Xinmei, what are you thinking about? He's your son!"
She silently warned herself in her heart.
Zhao Xinmei answered with a blank expression, "Nothing. Hurry up and lay down."
"Alright!"
Although Chen Bin felt that something was off about her demeanor, he didn't think much of it and lay down on the bed right away.
Very soon, he felt a pair of smooth, soft hands, dipped in safflower oil, gently rubbing his back.
The warm, cooling sensation spread through his whole body—it felt wonderful.
Chen Bin turned his head and saw Zhao Xinmei staring intently at his back.
Her focused little face, accentuated by those alluring curves, made him want to reach out and ravage her.
After a short while, Chen Bin spoke, as if talking to himself.
"Ugh, it's a bit uncomfortable lying on my stomach. How about I lie on my side instead?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he put his hand on Zhao Xinmei's small calf and turned himself over gently.
Then he immediately pulled his hand back, pretending that nothing had happened.
Zhao Xinmei just frowned a bit, but didn't say anything more.
But for Chen Bin, even these accidental touches were incredibly thrilling.
After a brief hesitation, he decided to turn over again.
This time, though, he pressed his hand down hard on Zhao Xinmei's thigh, acting as if it took a great effort.
"Mmm…"
Caught off-guard by this sudden pressure, Zhao Xinmei unconsciously let out a moan.
After all these years of marriage, it had been a long time since anyone had pressed her so firmly and strongly.
This familiar-yet-strange sensation made her feel a strange itch deep inside.
Without realizing it, her jade core once again felt hauntingly empty.
Chen Bin, at this moment, was simply admiring Zhao Xinmei's beautiful legs clad in black stockings, and her pair of pink, delicate feet.
As for her changes in expression, he remained completely oblivious.
After finishing applying the oil, Chen Bin immediately sat up on the bed.
Just as he was about to get up and leave, his foot slipped, and he fell back onto the bed.
His right hand, without missing a beat, landed directly on the soft peaks of Zhao Xinmei's chest.
The touch was plump and soft, like a freshly steamed giant white bun.
Chen Bin squeezed reflexively; they were big and round, with great elasticity.
"Nngh!" Zhao Xinmei let out a low moan.
She quickly batted Chen Bin's hand aside.
"Where do you think you're touching?!"
Faced with her scolding, Chen Bin hurriedly apologized.
"Mom, I'm really sorry. I lost my balance just now, I didn't mean to."
"If you did it on purpose, I'd beat you to death today!"
As she spoke, the beauty mark at the corner of Zhao Xinmei's mouth quivered ever so slightly.
It somehow looked more like they were flirting rather than scolding.
Gazing at her breathtaking face, Chen Bin suddenly felt himself getting hard.
Zhao Xinmei shot him a glare and said irritably,
"Aren't you working tomorrow? Why are you still dawdling here!"
"Oh, I'll leave right away."
While responding, Chen Bin instinctively lifted his right hand to his nose and sniffed it.
The rich scent of milk, utterly intoxicating.
He decided, from now on, not to wash his right hand for three days!
Seeing Chen Bin's intoxicated expression, Zhao Xinmei felt both ashamed and furious.
She wanted to scold him, but didn't know where to start.
All she could do was head to the bathroom, wash her face with cold water, remind herself to stay calm at all times.
Wang Jun really was suffering from kidney issues; she could even cheat, but she absolutely couldn't let anything happen with Chen Bin.
They were mother and son—there was a moral line that simply could not be crossed!
Yet as she was washing her feet, an image suddenly flashed in Zhao Xinmei's mind of Chen Bin lying infatuated across her legs.
After a moment's hesitation, she still threw her stockings into the laundry basket.
She was still murmuring to herself, "Xiao Bin is a good boy, he definitely won't make the same mistake again."
When Zhao Xinmei finished washing up and returned to her room.
Chen Bin, lying in bed, tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
He was at the age when his blood was raging, and ever since he first tasted it with Gao Wanjun a few days ago, he had developed a hunger for more.
Now, whenever he closed his eyes, Zhao Xinmei's beautiful legs kept flashing through his mind.
Unknowingly, a nameless fire of desire seemed to ignite within him, gradually burning away at his longing heart.
Feeling the ache and swelling below, he decided to risk it all and sneaked into the bathroom.
Sure enough, he found Zhao Xinmei's discarded black stockings in the laundry basket.
He pondered for a while, then decided to take them first and figure out the rest later.
This time, he would destroy the stockings after using them, and Zhao Xinmei would never find out.
As Chen Bin gripped the stockings, his hand moving swiftly under him, Zhao Xinmei's mind was also flooded with flashes of Chen Bin's nearly perfect muscles.
Hesitating again and again, she finally picked up the panties still carrying Chen Bin's essence, bringing them under her nose for a deep inhale.
The scent unique to a young man spread, filling her arid soul with ravenous hunger.
Gently, with white, tender fingers, she caressed her jade peach—just a light touch made slick nectar well up inside.
In her mind, Wang Jun and Chen Bin's figures alternated, making it hard to tell who was who.
An endless yearning surged from deep within her jewel, overwhelming her. Zhao Xinmei could no longer care about anything else. She spread her smooth, pale legs wide and thrust her fingers deeper inside.
"Ahhn~ Honey, I need you…"
Even though Zhao Xinmei bit her lip hard, moans still slipped from her throat.
The fire of lust in her heart blazed uncontrollably, making her powerless to resist any longer.
The fairy stick was in the bathroom, so for now, she could only use her hands.
But those slender fingers simply couldn't fulfill the hunger in her soul.
She brought the panties, still lingering with Chen Bin's scent, to her nose again for another breath.
Soon after, she wrapped her fingers in the panties and plunged them right to her deepest spot.
Sensation crashed over her body, pleasure so intense that her hips jolted forward, beyond her command.
A low, uncontrollable moan spilled from her throat.
Though the panties' fabric was soft, to her delicate peach it was still far too rough.
But now, she was already engulfed in flames—nothing else mattered at all.
Fighting through the pain, she forced in another finger.
The full, tingling stimulation traveled through her body; after only a couple of thrusts, Zhao Xinmei was already panting helplessly.
Her almond-shaped eyes glazed over with desire.
In her imagination, she pictured Chen Bin's muscular body pressing down over her, strong and unyielding.
Zhao Xinmei shuddered violently beneath her own touch.
Yet, even as wetness gushed out, satisfaction eluded her.
Her right hand kept plunging in and out of her soaked slit, while her left hand wandered to the tender white peaks on her chest, kneading hungrily.
"Xiao Bin, harder… Mom… Mommy's so itchy… Mommy loves you so much…"
Moans tumbled from her pale lips like sweet delirium, those creamy peaks changing shape beneath her relentless grasp.
At last, waves of tingling numbness pulsed from deep inside her peach.
Zhao Xinmei's delicate body trembled nonstop, left hand clutching her jade peaks, her slippery flesh spasming wildly, as if trying to trap those pale fingers inside forever.
A torrent of hot, sticky fluids erupted again from her deepest depths; Zhao Xinmei couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy.
The pure pleasure was absolute, like being lifted to heaven itself.
Afterward, she lay still, breathing softly, lips parted, face empty with daze.
She looked like a soul emptied out of its shell.
It took nearly five minutes before she slowly drew her fingers out from within her deepest folds.
Glancing at the thoroughly soaked panties, a trace of obsession flickered across Zhao Xinmei's expression.
It had been so many years since she'd enjoyed this kind of pleasure.
Even the fairy stick could not bring her to such heights.
She pulled out some tissues, wiping her folds and fingers clean.
Then, Zhao Xinmei put the still warm, damp panties back on.
Chen Bin's scent pressed right against her tender, needy flesh.
In this moment, it felt as if Chen Bin was truly lying beside her…