Looking exhausted, Mom set down her bag and plopped onto the sofa, listening to the person on the other end of the line.
"Weixin, I think this plan is fine as it is. The next step is for their company to handle its internal coordination," she said, massaging her beautiful, stockinged legs as if she had walked a great deal and her feet were sore.
The person on the phone was presumably that Uncle Weixin. I couldn't make out what he was saying. After a moment, my mother spoke again, "Our design is definitely not the issue. The distribution channels have all been arranged. You know how I work, there's nothing to worry about."
She had the air of a successful businesswoman. Her tone on the phone was charming and soft, but her words left no room for argument, showing she was completely confident and in control.
"Alright, I'll send someone over. I have other arrangements for tomorrow, so you'll have to handle things on your end. After all, this is a big deal for your company too. We both need to make sure this business goes smoothly," she said. She leaned against the edge of the sofa's armrest, lifted one of her long, shapely legs, and slowly began to peel off her stocking.
I immediately stopped washing the dishes and stared straight at her. With one hand still holding the phone, she stretched her full, long leg out straight. As her fingers moved, the thin stocking was rolled down, inch by inch, revealing the fair, smooth skin of her leg beneath. The movement was incredibly elegant and languid.
My mother glanced sideways and noticed my intense gaze from the kitchen. She gave me a playful, captivating smile and continued to remove the stocking. After finishing one leg, she moved on to the other. This soul stirring action was filled with a uniquely feminine charm. Soon, her pair of snow-white, porcelain like, yet full and sensual legs were completely exposed before my eyes.
"Alright, that's it for now. I'm home. We can talk about the rest tomorrow."
With that, my mother hung up without waiting for a reply. Her body relaxed into the plush sofa as she let out a lazy yawn. She leaned back slightly, and her incredibly alluring pink legs crossed over each other. A large portion of her full, snow-white, and tempting thighs was exposed, so white it seemed to glow.
I quickly snapped out of it and continued washing the dishes. After finishing, I returned to the living room and saw my mother still sitting in the same position on the sofa, playing with her phone, seemingly on WeChat.
I walked over and sat down beside her. Looking at my mother, who hadn't yet changed out of her business suit, I saw her exposed thighs were snow-white and tender, so much so that I could almost see the faint, reddish lines of veins beneath her skin.
I swallowed, inhaling the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from her, and said, "Mom, you were on the phone with Uncle Weixin again? You two have been cooperating on a lot of business lately, haven't you?"
My mother looked at me, typed a few more replies on her phone, then set it down. With a charming expression, she said, "Yes, his business has grown quite large, and there are many areas where we can collaborate. But my brand holds its own, I don't need him to give us a leg up. At most, he can introduce more clients."
I didn't understand much about business, but seeing my mother's confident and contented expression, I smiled and said, "That's true. Mom is definitely the most capable. No man is your match."
My mother laughed charmingly. "Little Bin has learned to flatter his mother, has he? It's just that things at the company have been piling up lately, and I've been so busy. Don't be mad at me, sweetie."
I quickly said, "Of course not! Mom has to focus on her career. I understand that. I can't be clinging to you like I did when I was a kid."
After a pause, I said excitedly, "Mom, tomorrow's my birthday! It's also the first one since you came back. How are we going to celebrate?"
My mother smiled and said, "Mom has remembered it for a long time. I've already ordered the most premium cake for you and reserved a private dinner at the best restaurant. I even have a gift prepared for my Little Bin!"
I then said, "Mom, can we have the restaurant deliver the food instead? I don't want to go to a crowded, noisy place. I just want to have a quiet birthday at home, just the two of us."
My mother thought for a moment and then said, "Alright, that should be fine. High-end restaurants offer customized delivery services these days. After I get off work tomorrow, we'll have a romantic candlelight dinner birthday party for my son at home. How does that sound?"
"Great!" I exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa like a three-year-old.
That night, after her shower, my mother dried her long hair and lay down on the bed in her bedroom, wearing a large, comfortable pajama set. The bed was enormous and lavishly decorated, big enough for three or four adults.
My mother pulled the covers up and slipped into the fragrant bedding, ready for sleep. The day's work had left her utterly exhausted.
"Ding!" A notification sound from WeChat chimed. Mom opened her beautiful eyes and glanced at the wall clock; it was 11 PM.
"So punctual. So persistent..." she murmured to herself. She reached out with her fair, jade-like hand and picked up her phone from the nightstand.
Looking at the continuous stream of messages on WeChat, a slight, wanton smile played on her lips. She thought for a moment, her fingers flying across the screen as she began to type her reply...
The entire next day, I was distracted at school. I didn't tell any of my classmates it was my birthday; I didn't want to share it with them. I only wanted to wait for my mother to celebrate with me. The thought of our romantic dinner that evening filled me with immense excitement.
I also had some vague, underlying feelings. Yao Liang's past declaration of his feelings for my mother, and recently Uncle Weixin's closeness to her, made me incredibly jealous whenever any man got close to her. I understood very clearly that my love for my mother was not purely filial. It had transcended that, becoming the romantic love between a man and a woman. I had developed a deep love for her body and soul. Yes, as a young man experiencing his first love, I had completely fallen in love with my mother.
Today was my chance for a private dinner with her. I had specifically asked her to celebrate my birthday at home because I had made up my mind. During dinner tonight, I would find a romantic moment to confess my feelings to her. I could no longer suppress the love in my heart. I had to tell her, to let her know that her son loved her deeply, not just as a son, but as a man.
I loved her, and I loved her body. I even imagined the flustered, coy, and yet seemingly reluctant expression on her face after my confession. Here we were, a man and a woman, living alone in this secluded villa. If my confession was successful, I could enjoy her sexy, charming, mature body to my heart's content in her bedroom, becoming the true master of the house.
At the thought of this, my cock would stiffen. I imagined my mother writhing and moaning beneath me, holding my body and crying out my name, the two of us making love in every possible position on her large bed.
It was too exciting! Too much to look forward to!
The agonizingly long day was finally over. My mother didn't come to pick me up from school, saying she wanted to give me a surprise. I couldn't wait for the bus, so I took a taxi straight home and ran inside as soon as I got out.
The entrance was already decorated with vibrant flowers, likely arranged by the restaurant staff. I rushed into the living room, which was also surrounded by flowers and balloons, along with various cards and signs wishing me a happy 17th birthday. The entire hall had been transformed into a festive birthday party scene.
However, the hall was empty, which felt a bit desolate. I put down my backpack and saw the large table already laden with dishes. A quick glance told me they were all my favorites. In the center of the table sat a huge, three-tiered cake, generously decorated and clearly expensive.
I didn't see my mother, so I called out loudly, "Mom! I'm home!" My voice echoed through the house twice.
Just then, I heard the alluring "click-clack" of high heels coming from the second floor. My mother's magnetic, slightly lazy voice rang out, "Why are you shouting so loud? Mom heard you. I'm coming!"
As she finished speaking, a graceful figure slowly descended the stairs. I took one look and was completely stunned.
My mother had let her wavy long hair cascade freely over her shoulders. Her slender, dark eyebrows were lightly penciled, and her full, red lips were painted with pink lipstick. Her beautiful face was made up with exquisite, light makeup. At that moment, she was wearing a tight, bright red V-neck low cut dress. The dress was incredibly daring, featuring a wide open V-neck that exposed the pale, tender skin from her slender neck all the way down to the upper swell of her chest. Her full, voluptuous 38G-cup breasts were pressed together by the low cut V-neck, creating a deep, bottomless cleavage. A thin, gold chain hung around her snow white neck, disappearing into the depths of her cleavage. A large expanse of her snowy, full breast flesh was visible, and I could even faintly make out the edge of her dark red areola.
The top of the dress was stretched so taut it was slightly transparent, allowing me to vaguely see the openwork, black lace half-cup bra she wore underneath, its pattern was almost visible.
The dress was a one-piece design. Below her slender, willowy waist, it curved into a stunning arc, hugging her hips with a tight, miniskirt that looked ready to burst. It clung tightly to the curves of her large, round, and perfectly plump buttocks.
Beneath the short, narrow skirt, a pair of long, shapely legs were revealed, sheathed in sheer, ultra-thin black stockings with a striped pattern. Her two full, long legs looked incredibly enticing, wrapped in the black, gossamer-like, semi-transparent stockings. On her feet were a pair of bright red stiletto heels, the heels looking to be about 10 centimeters high.
My mother's attire was a complete departure from her usual office lady look. This kind of mature, charming, and stunningly glamorous style perfectly expressed the mature sexiness and coquettishness of a voluptuous woman!
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