Mother and daughter came together

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My dad was incredibly excited about my promotion after only six months at work and insisted on treating me to a French dinner.

"My son's promotion is no small feat; in their company's long history, such an exceptional promotion of a newcomer is unprecedented!" my dad boasted, his face beaming even after only a few drinks. I hadn't expected that besides my dad's new wife, two of his colleagues would be at the table, and I felt a little embarrassed.

The meal lasted a long time, and my dad insisted on driving me home. "Well… take Auntie home first, then take me…" I guessed my dad wanted to talk to me alone, so I didn't refuse. My dad's place wasn't far from the hotel, and we arrived quickly. After saying goodbye to my dad's new wife, my father and I had a private chat.

"How's your mother's beauty salon business?" my dad asked, driving slowly.

"Hey! You know, we've only been open for two months and we already have so many repeat customers. Mom seems like she was born for this." "Oh! That's great, but you should advise your mom to rest more and not overwork herself!" "Okay, Dad, don't worry, I'll take care of Mom." "I heard you fired the nanny again?" "What? It wasn't us, it was Mom's idea all by herself. She thought the nanny wasn't hard-working enough. I don't even know how many she's fired. You know Mom best, I can't do anything about it. Oh well, I'll try my best to help Mom." "Really, I'll call your mom in a few days. You'll be busier after your promotion, so someone should help with the housework!" We chatted until we got home. It was a bit late, so Dad didn't come in with me. He asked me to say hello to Mom for him.

When I got home, Mom was still wearing a face mask. Her face was sticky and not completely dry, only her eyes, nose, and mouth were showing. She suddenly turned around and startled me. "Mom, I'm home..." I lazily opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water.

"So late? Having a Manchu Han Imperial Feast?" Mom asked, looking at her face in a small mirror.

"Dad didn't drink much, but he talked a lot, always bragging about me. My face was burning the whole time. It's just a promotion, nothing serious," I replied irritably.

"This child, how can you talk about your father like that? Your son is successful, who wouldn't be excited?" This is what confuses me the most. My parents have been divorced for almost five years, and not only did they not argue during the divorce, they still care about each other. Outsiders would think they're old friends. I used to often ask Mom why she and Dad divorced, and she always said I'd understand these emotional matters when I grew up. Eventually, I stopped asking… "Baby, Mommy's going to sleep, kisses…" After washing off her face mask, Mom bent down and kissed me on the cheek, yawning as she went back to her bedroom. I've never been separated from Mom since birth; in her eyes, I'll always be a child who never grows up. I'm almost 21 now, and my mom still calls me her darling all the time. No matter how much I protest, it's no use!

Two months ago, she suddenly resigned from her government job and opened a beauty salon, even my dad couldn't dissuade her.

Actually, my grandparents live abroad and are financially well-off, so my mom isn't short of money. I suspect her actions are mostly due to menopausal syndrome. She's extremely bored and irritable at the office, so she's doing something to pass the time.

I'm not just speculating; my mom has been incredibly stressed lately. She's been obsessively taking care of her skin and figure, almost to an abnormal degree. Although it's related to the beauty salon, it's really excessive. Every day when she gets home, she does endless skincare and face washing, and she even bought a treadmill. She's locked her scooter in the garage and rides it to and from work every day, saying it helps burn thigh fat.

Actually, while my mom's features are only above average, her figure is absolutely stunning. She wasn't particularly tall, but she was shapely and well-proportioned. At 40, her breasts hadn't sagged, her waist was slender, and beneath her slightly upturned buttocks were a pair of long, rounded, full legs. Her skin was simply flawless—fair, smooth, and exceptionally soft.

I absolutely believe in the fairness of fate; if you're given a devilish figure and skin, you can't also have a face that rivals the moon and flowers. Maintaining a good figure through exercise is one thing, but can a person's face be changed?　 What good are face masks all day long, besides making the skin smoother and reducing wrinkles?

Lately, Mom has practically turned our house into a beauty salon, with all sorts of medicines and devices everywhere. Today, I moved to a new office and was in a good mood, but suddenly wanted to watch TV. I was half-lying on the sofa when I glanced at those ion sprayers next to me and immediately got annoyed.

"Oh dear! This is terrible… Honey, let Mom see… quick…" Like the house was on fire, Mom rushed out. "Son, look at Mommy's face, is it an allergic reaction?" Mom ran into the living room, and because I was half-lying down, she practically leaned over me, bringing her face close.

I was both amused and exasperated. "Oh dear, Mom, it's more serious than an allergy. You should be prepared..." "Tell me, tell me..." Mom looked panicked.

"It seems to be melasma. Everyone gets it at a certain age. It's nothing serious!" I could only tell the truth.

"Oh my god... how could this happen..." Mom covered her mouth, looking like it was the end of the world. Some women get it after having children, so it's not surprising that Mom has melasma at 40.

Mom looked distressed, and she almost pressed down on me before she stood up. In that instant, her low-cut nightgown revealed a deep cleavage, and her two round, snow-white breasts pressed against each other, trembling with her breath. I couldn't control my gaze, which kept sweeping over Mom's chest, the faint scent of a mature woman stimulating my senses.

Actually, back in high school, my beautiful mother was once my sexual fantasy. My first masturbation was a fantasy of holding Mom's snow-white, plump buttocks from behind and thrusting into her until I ejaculated. After having a girlfriend and experiencing real sex, I gradually stopped these sexual fantasies that made me feel guilty. Although I didn't completely eliminate them, I still occasionally fantasize about having sex with my mother, but very rarely.

Unexpectedly, today, that long-lost, intensely stimulating urge returned. After gently comforting my mother for a while, I returned to my bedroom, both shocked and frightened by the lewd thoughts I had just had.

My mother, who was already quite promiscuous, has recently gone even further. She now wears an elegant little straw hat when she goes out, with a thin layer of black veil under the brim, as if afraid of being exposed to the sun. She's found several packets of a paste rich in seaweed.

I don't know what it is; it's thick and dark green. She applies it not only to her face but also to her arms, legs, and the arches of her beautiful feet. It seems she applies it to any skin exposed outside her clothes.

"Baby, help Mommy..." After applying it once, my mother found it inconvenient to do, so she asked me to apply it to her legs. Since that brief moment of urge two days ago, I've noticed my mother has been acting rather strangely. What was truly remarkable was seeing my mother on the treadmill, wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit. Her long, shapely legs swayed with each movement, stretching the muscles into various shapes. Her high breasts pushed the bodysuit up like two hills, and from the side, the plump nipples were faintly visible, her small nipples clearly protruding from her chest, making my penis feel like it was about to become erect at any moment.

I calmly dragged over a small stool and sat opposite my mother, placing her legs flat on my knees.

The ointment had been prepared and emitted a faint medicinal smell. I grasped my mother's slender ankles and lifted them up, using a small brush to gently apply the ointment from her knees.

My mother's beautiful legs were so sexy. Due to excellent exercise, the subcutaneous fat was thin, making the muscles appear round and full, and her skin was dazzlingly white. Her neatly trimmed toes were long and thin, stopping just at the groin between my legs. The worst part was that when my brush touched her thigh, a patch of red lace panties peeked out from the groin, her vulva bulging high, and I could even see one or two curly pubic hairs sticking out of the panty... My penis immediately became erect, pressing against my mother's soles, but thankfully she didn't notice. As I frantically applied the ointment to my mother's calves and the tops of her feet below the knees, I was already drenched in sweat.

"Mmm! Mommy's sweetie, look how tired you are, go wash up..." Mom didn't notice my unusual behavior. Seeing the sweat on my forehead, she leaned in and kissed me, her eyes filled with loving affection.

Taking advantage of Mom's inattention, I quickly turned my back to her and fled into the bathroom, finally managing to hide my erection. The cold water didn't soften my swollen penis. In my mind, Mom's two fair legs swayed back and forth. I imagined Mom walking into the bathroom, bending over with her back to me, sticking her butt out, and my penis thrusting hard between her labia... My fingers gripped my penis.

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