The pasta was cooked, I took it out and drained it, drizzled it with tomato sauce, but I didn't rush to put it on the plate. Instead, I put it on a large plate and planned to eat it together when my mother came back.
"Let's take a bath first... After soaking up, my mother should be almost back," I went upstairs to my room to get a change of clothes, and then went back to the bathroom on the first floor to fill the bathtub with hot water.
The hot water in the bathtub steamed into a mist and I sank into the water, allowing my thoughts to continue to spread.
[If the home can handle the mother, what about the school? The top floor is locked, and as far as I know, there are no empty classrooms in the school...]
[Health room? But there is a teacher there... Do you want to attack with the health care teacher? I don't know how long it took, but just as the plan was taking shape in my mind, I heard a familiar voice coming from the hallway.
"I'm back~~"
Mom's tired voice came from the entrance.
Suddenly, the plots of the father-daughter incest films I had seen flashed back in my memory, and a bold "experimental" plan had taken shape.
...
After taking a bath, I only wrapped a towel around my lower body and deliberately walked to the kitchen to get a drink.
The towel swayed slightly with my steps, as if it would slip off at any moment, and I planned to use this situation to make my mother fantasize about me.
"I'm so thirsty..."
I deliberately raised my volume and rummaged through the refrigerator for drinks.
But my peripheral vision glanced at the living room sofa - my mother was lying on her back tiredly, not even noticing my presence.
She was still wearing the standard OL uniform: the white shirt was propped up by her full breasts, the blazer was casually placed on the armrest of the sofa, and a pair of plump legs wrapped in black silk extended under the hip-hugging skirt.
The black silk glows with a delicate luster under the light, faintly revealing the flesh color of the skin underneath.
I took a can of Coke and walked to the sofa, looking at my mother's delicate face, it was hard to imagine that she was 37 years old.
There was not a trace of wrinkles on my mother's face, and someone would believe it if she said that she was a young white-collar worker in her early twenties.
What's even more exciting is her well-maintained figure - her D-cup round breasts rise and fall slightly with her breathing, and her hips take on the perfect peach shape under the squeeze of the sofa.
I guarantee that if it were in the original world, my mother would definitely be the object of sexual fantasies for everyone in the company.
Looking at such a mother, I swallowed my saliva unconsciously, wishing I could do it nowTear off the layer of fabric that gets in the way and directly conquer the stunner of the mother in the most primitive way.
[No... I can't rush...
I deliberately unbuttoned the Coke can tab, making a crisp "click" sound, pretending to have just noticed her: "Mom, are you back?"
"Hmm... I'm back~~"
My mother's lazy voice was wrapped in fatigue after work, and she straightened up on the sofa in response to me.
I guess my behavior surprised her, and when her eyes fell on me, her pupils suddenly contracted.
This 37-year-old girl-like woman was unconsciously moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue, her scorching gaze like a female leopard finding prey, burning all the way from my chest steamed red with water vapor to the crumbling towel around my waist.
"You, why are you dressed like this! Like, what does it look like!
She pretended to tighten her skirt sternly, but her black silk-wrapped legs were tightly pressed together and rubbed against each other.
"Boys must know... Reserved... ..."
Her tail suddenly trembled, and her eyes looked at my lower body, as the towel slid down half an inch with my Coke drinking movement.
Looking at my mother like this, the corners of my mouth rose unconsciously, but fortunately, my mother didn't notice my expression because she was focused on my lower body.
"Anyway, only my mother is at home... I'm sure my mother won't do anything to me~ right?
I deliberately emphasized the sound of the word "only", implying that there were only us at home, which made the tips of her ears instantly engorged.
When I felt that her sexual desire and desire for a man had been successfully hoisted by me, I added: "That's right... The pasta is warm in the kitchen, Mom can eat it first."
When I turned to leave, I could still feel that the fiery gaze was still staring at my back, making me feel that she might not be able to stand it in the next second and directly force me.
But I know that there will definitely be many concerns about incest, whether it is the original world or this world, especially the laws of this world are also the opposite.
"It's really ... I'm looking forward to what kind of life I will live after taking my mother..."
I muttered to myself in my room on the second floor, smiling at the wardrobe mirror.
The frequency with which she swallows, the thighs she pulls together and loosens, the folds that are grabbed from her suit skirt, all the details speak of the beauty of this upside-down world.