Mom and My Home-Cooked Dishes

1. My mother's garlic-flavored pork

belly. When I got home from school, I heard a scream from the kitchen. I rushed in immediately.

It turned out my mother had cut her finger while cutting the meat.

Seeing her curled up, her hand tucked inside, her face pale and trembling, she was clearly in a lot of pain.

I anxiously checked on her. Luckily, the cut wasn't deep; a small part of her nail was still attached.

I knew baseball players often break their nails while pitching and use super glue as a temporary fix, so I found some super glue
and helped my mother glue her nail back on. Otherwise, a complete break would be more troublesome; the soft skin would be incredibly sensitive
and painful .

Despite her injury, my mother insisted on continuing to cut the meat.

I shook my head and sighed, then stood behind her, gently supporting her waist with one hand and holding her hand holding the knife
with the other, slowly slicing the cooked pork belly on the chopping block.

I sniffed the back of my mother's neck and said, "Mom, it smells so good! Is it the meat or you?"

My mother giggled and said, "Of course it's the meat! What smells good on me?"

I moved from the back of her neck to her ear, and gently nibbled on her soft earlobe. It felt firm and bouncy in my mouth,
so I used my tongue to tease it.

My mother groaned, "Ah-Zhi, don't do that. Let me cut the meat properly."

I replied, "Mom, I'm helping you."

I used my hard penis to slip into my mother's thin skirt, lifted it up, and gently cut
the piece of fine meat back and forth.

As my mother's body temperature gradually rose, the delicious juices were forced out, gradually turning into a delicious
dish .

My mother seemed very satisfied with my masterpiece, actively swaying her plump buttocks and wiping my precious knife with her panties.

"Mom, we're having an extra dish tonight." I unbuttoned my mother's blouse, ready to eat.

"Ah-Zhi, not there." My mother endured the tingling pleasure and slowly cut the piece of meat on the chopping block.

"Ooh..." I greedily sucked on my mother's large breasts.

"Ah... Zhi, why did you eat dessert first? Humph... Eek..." My mother gave up cutting the meat,
but picked up a clove of garlic and placed it on my head, peeling it piece by piece.

My mother chewed the peeled garlic, then helped me up and fed me the garlic paste.

I picked up two slices of sliced pork belly, fed one to my mother, and ate the other myself.

This was tonight's main dish, garlic pork belly.

II. My Mother's Oil-Splashed Noodles

As soon as I got home from school today, I rushed into the kitchen and saw my mother kneading dough.

"Mom, are you making scallion pancakes?" I looked on curiously.

"It's oil-splashed noodles." My mother wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Oh, let me do it." Seeing her working hard, I rolled up my sleeves to help. "Ah... Zhi, you're being silly again, you're not kneading that." My mother was busy kneading dough and could only push me away

with her buttocks . "Mom, you're already trying to roll out the dough before it's even kneaded properly?" I laughed, using the stiff rolling pin to knead Mom's two large lumps of white dough. Mom scolded, "Stop playing around, be serious, my hands are really getting tired." I took the lump of dough and started kneading it vigorously, while Mom prepared other ingredients beside her: shredded scallions, minced , and a small handful of bok choy. "It's kneaded enough, now what?" I asked. "Let the dough rest for a while," Mom said. "Is that all?" I asked again. "Hmm, or is something wrong?" Mom held my erect penis and asked with a suggestive smile. Twenty minutes later— "Mom, the water's boiled, time to cook the noodles." I gently twisted Mom's nipple, reminding her. I saw Mom pick up a handful of torn raw noodles and put them into the pot. A cloud of white powder rose into the air, landing on Mom's large, soft breasts, like the Alps in a snowstorm. I gently patted the flour off Mom's body, finally managing to bring the two buds from the snow back to life. I asked , "How long do you want it cooked?" "Three minutes, I guess." "Then let's start timing. One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds..." My hot cock thrust in and out of Mom's tender hole, one second at a time, without the slightest delay. "Ah... Xiao Zhi's cock... so punctual... Mom's almost cooked... ah..." "178, 179, 180, 181..." "Ah... Xiao Zhi, stop... it's overcooked... ah... Mom's noodles are almost mushy..." I placed the cooked noodles into a bowl, sprinkled on scallions, ginger, and other toppings and various spices, and arranged a ring of blanched . "Mom, heat the oil, be careful." Just as I was about to pour the hot oil into the bowl... Suddenly, Mom exclaimed, "Ah...it's so hot!" Scalding semen splattered onto her face, which she licked without hesitation. Tonight's semen-splashed noodles, served first. III. Mom's Boiled Eggs Mom boiled a pot of eggs that night, saying she was going to braise them, and asked me to help peel them. I peeled several, but the shells and meat were stuck together so tightly that I made a mess. When Mom came out to check, she scolded me and picked up an egg to peel herself. "Hehe, so hard to peel," Mom said, looking at the deformed egg in her hand. I pinched Mom's thigh and said, "See? You were just yelling at me." Mom then brought a basin of ice water from the kitchen, soaked the warm eggs in it for a few minutes, picked one up and tried to peel it again, but it still didn't work. She sighed, "How can we braise them like this? What should we do?" I suddenly remembered a short film on YouTube, so I made Mom take off her pants and stuffed the cold egg into her beautiful vagina. "Ah...it's so cold!" Mom gripped my shoulders tightly, speaking with difficulty. "Mom, just bear with it." Once the egg was fully inserted, I shouted, "Now!" "Eek...ya...ha!" Mom arched her back, thrusting her lower body forward, and a round, white, glistening thing shot out. I caught it, opened my palm, and sure enough, it was a perfectly intact hard-boiled egg. I shouted happily, "Mom, it worked!" But then I heard Mom's trembling voice say, "The egg...the shell is so prickly." I quickly inserted my fingers into Mom's tender opening, carefully picking out pieces of broken shell. Seeing that all the shell was removed, Mom and I breathed a sigh of relief. I held Mom's pale face, kissing her little mouth repeatedly. "Mom, you're amazing, you gave birth to a plump, white egg baby."

Mom shook her head, her expression resolute as she pointed to the pot of boiled eggs, saying, "Again."

That day, Mom and I peeled boiled eggs all night long.

IV. Mom's Fried Rice

When I got home that day, the first thing I did was go into the kitchen to see what Mom was busy with.

"Mom, I'm hungry, what are we having for dinner?" I suddenly hugged Mom from behind, her plump, bouncy
buttocks instantly arousing my desire, suppressing half of my appetite.

"You scared me! You naughty child, go get the leftover rice from the fridge and steam it." Mom
made a displeased expression, mercilessly shaking her hips and kicking me away.

I put the cold rice in a plate and placed it in the rice cooker. Seeing Mom skillfully chopping ham, I said, "You want fried rice?
Why steam it? It's unnecessary."

Mom rolled her eyes at me and said, "Can you fry hard, leftover rice? Of course, you have to steam it to fry it properly."

I suddenly understood. Everyone says fried rice tastes better with leftover rice, but I didn't know there was such
a .

So I took out my hard-on and gently rubbed it against my mother's smooth thigh.

Mom spat, "What are you doing, child? Can't you see I'm busy?"

I said, "Mom, I'm heating it up. Leftover rice doesn't taste good."

Mom pinched my cheek and lifted it up, laughing, "You're quite quick to apply what you've learned, but
who are you going to feed it to?"

I could only tilt my head and beg for mercy, "Mom, if you don't want to eat it, just say so. I'm just worried you'll go hungry."

Mom spat and turned to heat the pan.

When the iron pan started to smoke, Mom poured in the egg mixture and stirred it constantly with a spatula.

Soon, the egg mixture formed many small egg pieces, and a fragrant aroma wafted over.

Mom shouted, "Now!"

I quickly added diced ham to the pan, and after Mom stirred it for a while, she poured in the steamed rice.

Full power! The wok raced!

Mom's slender arms were able to lift the several-pound wok and swing it through the air, the grains of fried rice seeming to have grown
wings , flying everywhere and scattering in a large patch.

I was dumbfounded and said, "Mom... what are you doing?"

"It's nothing," Mom glanced at my penis and said calmly.

That night, I ate fried rice and Mom ate her semen. Both of them were very, very full.

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