Mom's cooking is delicious.

Mom brought the stir-fried shredded pork with garlic sauce to the table. I looked at her figure from behind. She was wearing semi-transparent lace panties, the thin material revealing glimpses of her buttocks. She had a shy, demure air about her. I was stunned. I quickly went up to her and hugged her from behind, my erect penis pressing against her buttocks. I felt a soft, comfortable sensation wash over me. "What are you doing? Getting naughty with Mom again! Try my cooking. It's my first time making this, I don't know if it tastes authentic, but it smells pretty good." Mom ignored my erect penis. Was she changing the subject? Or was she eager for feedback after just finishing a dish? Thinking this, I didn't say anything else and pressed my penis hard against her buttocks again. I knew she would feel my hard penis. I wanted to see her reaction. "Oh, you're getting more and more outrageous! You little rascal." Perhaps she sensed my hardness. "Mom, I missed you again!" I whispered in her ear as I hugged her. "Missed me again? Not today." Mom placed her hands in mine and turned her head slightly to look at me. "Why?" I asked, puzzled. "I've had my period these past few days!" Mom said. I'd never heard of this term before and was suddenly stumped. I asked, "Your period? What's that?" Mom kept me guessing. "Guess?" I thought and thought, but still had no clue. It was the first time I'd ever heard this term. "I don't know, Mom." "Oh dear, silly! It means your period." I suddenly realized. That's menstruation! Why did she say "menstruation"? It was so strange. I didn't understand then, but now I know it's a term used among women. I'd only seen it in textbooks, so I only knew the word "menstruation." I had no idea about the colloquial terms. "Oh, I get it!" I said, still a little unconvinced. Could it be that Mom was trying to find a way to refuse me? So I asked, "Mom, really? I didn't see you wearing a panty liner!" Mom said, "I did." "You're lying, how come I can't see it?" Looking through Mom's lace panties, I couldn't see any trace of a panty liner. I reached out and touched Mom's genitals through her panties. There was a slight bulge, but I couldn't feel any obvious panty liner. "Oh dear, Mom used a super thin one, not the big kind." Mom tossed her cooking apron aside and pulled down a corner of her panties. Looking down, I could see Mom's sexy pubic hair hidden inside, and there really was a thin, white panty liner underneath. There was a trace of blood on it. "Oh, is that so?" I'd seen these kinds of panty liners in TV commercials. But in reality, I'd never really looked into them. My mom usually keeps her sanitary pads in her bedroom, and I've never looked at them. But seeing these blood-stained pads today, I actually found them kind of sexy. "Mom, let me see your private parts," I pleaded. "They're bloody now! Why do you want to see them?" My mom asked, puzzled. "I'm just curious!" I said, stating my thoughts. "Curiosity killed the cat. Haven't you heard that?" My mom still wouldn't let me see. "Oh, I just want to see, I find it kind of sexy!" I said. "Sexy? Looks like you're just like your dad, a bit perverted!" My mom rolled her eyes and teased. Hearing this, I became interested and asked, "Like your dad? What kind of fetishes does your dad have?" "I won't tell you!" My mom didn't seem interested in this topic. She hadn't been eager to participate at all. But seeing that my mom was wearing a sanitary pad, it was clear she was menstruating. That meant it was impossible to do *that* with her. I remembered my phone in my hand, and I still really wanted to take some sexy pictures of my mom. So I said to my mom, "Mom, let's take some pictures." "No!" Mom firmly refused, then turned to look at the freshly stir-fried shredded pork with garlic sauce and said to me, "Try what I made, it'll get cold soon!" It seemed Mom's interest today was entirely focused on her cooking. I couldn't dampen her enthusiasm, even though I had my own thoughts and wishes. "Oh, okay!" I agreed. I picked up my chopsticks, took a bite, and immediately tasted a wonderfully complex flavor—sweet, sour, salty, spicy, and savory. It was delicious! I said to Mom, "Mmm! It's a success! It's really good!" Mom immediately became very excited, "Really? Is this your first time making it? You've got it now, so I'll make it for you often from now on, okay?" Mom is usually very willing to explore her culinary skills, often buying cookbooks online or by herself, practicing the recipes. Sometimes she doesn't do very well, sometimes she does, her performance isn't very consistent. But this time, Mom clearly did a great job, perfectly showcasing the color, aroma, and flavor of the shredded pork with garlic sauce. "Okay, sure!" I replied. "I'll get you some rice," Mom said, getting up to scoop a bowl of rice from the rice cooker and placing it in front of me. I ate it with gusto, a bite of shredded meat followed by a bite of rice. Seeing how much I enjoyed it, Mom smiled beside me. "Mom, why aren't you eating? Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Oh, you don't know, the happiest moment for a chef is watching others devour her food." Mom seemed quite proud when I said the food was delicious, even calling herself a chef! It seems Mom's happiness is quite simple. "Don't just watch me eat! Eat some too! I'll feel embarrassed if you keep watching me like that," I said to Mom. "Okay, sure," Mom said, getting herself a bowl of rice. She sat down next to me. She picked up a piece of shredded meat and ate it, saying, "Mmm! It's really delicious!" Seeing her so satisfied and in high spirits, I seized the opportunity to offer my suggestion. "Mom, I want to take some pictures of you, so you can look at them later." Mom paused for a moment when I brought this up again, then replied, "What pictures? We see each other every day, aren't you tired of seeing each other?" "Oh, I want to take some sexy pictures, to keep for myself," I put down my chopsticks and said seriously. "Oh." Mom hesitated for a moment, then continued, "That wouldn't be good. Besides, what if someone sees your phone? How will you explain it? Especially if your dad sees it, what will he do? It's better not to!" I continued to persuade her, "No, I'll set a password, no one can see it! Besides, if someone sees it, I'll just say I downloaded it from the internet, what's the big deal?" "Oh." Mom was silent again, then said, "That wouldn't be good!" Her voice wavered, as if she had been persuaded. Now I just needed to press the issue. "Oh, Mom—please say yes! You have such a great figure, the photos will definitely look good." I launched a barrage of compliments. "Really?" Mom was still hesitant. "Just listen to me, it's sure to be good. I'll show you the photos after I take them, and if you don't think they're suitable, I'll delete them. Besides, you won't be showing your face, what's there to be afraid of?" Hearing me say that, Mom seemed much more at ease. After thinking for a while, she finally said, "Okay then." Hearing Mom agree, I was overjoyed. I pouted and said to her, "Mom, you're so sweet! I'll take the pictures now!" "What's the rush? Eat first!" Mom said. "Okay, sure!" I replied and started eating. After we finished eating, Mom tidied up the table. Then I pulled Mom to my bedroom. Mom went inside and suddenly said, "You forgot something! Go lock the door." I understood, "Oh! I really forgot!" I said, and went to the door to lock it from the inside. When I came back, my mother was already sitting on my bed. My bedroom wasn't big; compared to my parents' bedroom, it was smaller. Inside, besides a single bed, there was a desk and a wardrobe against the wall. I told my mother to take off her cooking apron. "Mom, lie down," I started directing her like a photographer. "How do I lie down?" Mom asked. "Just put one leg over the edge of the bed and the other on the floor, lie down," I said. In this position, my mother's legs were slightly parted, revealing pubic hair peeking through her underwear and the alluring bulge of her vulva. I opened my phone's camera, adjusted the focus and frame, and started snapping photos. I had my mother change positions seven or eight times, taking about twenty pictures. Seeing my mother's beautiful figure, my penis involuntarily became erect again, forming a small tent against my pants. My mother seemed to notice the bulge in my crotch, staring at it for a while before asking, "What's wrong? You can get hard like that?" I put down my phone and told her, "Yeah, it's so uncomfortable!" My mother seemed a little worried: "Then you can't make it come by yourself, masturbation is bad for your health!" Hearing this, I quickly said, "Mom, then help me, it's so uncomfortable!" I knew my mother was menstruating today and couldn't have sex with me, but she could probably help me masturbate or give me oral sex. "Okay, but we can't do it today! Understand?" my mother said. "Don't worry, I know," I replied. "Come on!" My mother opened her arms and embraced me. I put my phone on the desk next to me and walked over to my mother. My mother took off my pants and pulled my underwear down to my knees, revealing my penis to her. My mother stared at my penis; now it felt like a balloon about to burst, swollen and about to explode. It stood erect, at a 40-degree angle to my body, proudly pointing upwards. My mother grasped the base of my penis, swaying it from side to side a few times, and sighed, "You're like a little bull! So strong!" "Mmm, it hurts!" I lifted my shirt with my left hand, looking down at my mother holding my penis, and used my other hand to pull her head closer to my penis. My mother understood, and moved her body closer to me, her head thrusting forward, her mouth taking my penis in. My penis immediately felt a warm, wet sensation. What a stimulating feeling. My mother began to move her mouth back and forth. My glans felt as if my mother's lips were sucking on it. A sensation like a cat biting my glans assaulted my glans, incredibly stimulating. I let out a low groan. At this moment, my mother closed her eyes, stroking my penis back and forth, looking very satisfied. My father rarely came home, and these days, besides having sex with me, he hadn't had any other sexual activity. They say women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties, and my mother was at that age, so how could she not have needs? My hands weren't idle either. Since my mother's vagina was menstruating, I decided to touch her breasts. I lifted her bra, revealing her large, white breasts. Her nipples were erect and pink. I played with her nipples with my fingers, and soon she let out a moan. Because she was still sucking my penis, she could only make "hmm! hmm!..." sounds. Suddenly, my mother pulled her mouth away from my penis, looked up at me, and said, "Tell me when you're about to ejaculate, don't be unprepared like the first time." The first time my mother gave me oral sex, I really wasn't prepared, and I didn't have time to tell her when I was about to ejaculate. Actually, it was mostly due to inexperience; all my semen went into her mouth, catching her off guard and causing her to choke. It was truly my fault. "Okay, I know," I said. My mother put her mouth on my penis and started thrusting back and forth. I felt incredibly good; my glans was throbbing with excitement. After about 15 minutes, my mother, probably tired, asked, "Aren't you going to cum yet?" At that moment, I felt my glans burning hot, about to explode. I told my mother, "Almost! Almost!" When my mother heard this, she stopped using her mouth and started stroking my penis with her right hand. My penis was incredibly aroused by my mother's stroking. I felt a surge of heat spray onto my glans, and I ejaculated instantly. This ejaculation was very powerful; the first part landed on my mother's face. As the ejaculation progressed, the force gradually decreased, and some of it ended up in my mother's mouth. My mother swirled the thick semen around with her tongue and swallowed it quickly. "Mom, you ate it?" I asked. "Yes, it's good stuff; we can't waste it," my mother said. Then she spread the thick, white semen on her face and smeared it on every corner of her face. "Beauty treatment! Perfect for a face mask," my mother said playfully. Seeing this, I jokingly added, "Then I'll ejaculate some more!" But my mother's playfulness vanished, replaced by seriousness. "Still want to ejaculate? Don't you care about your health?!" ...
[The End] [This post was edited by manma on 2019-01-08 06:27]

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