My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It

Chapter 11: Inside their home.

After waking up above the roof earlier, he had spoken with his mother, telling her about the miraculous book and how he had to find a wife to cultivate it.

But he didn't speak at all about the future or anything related to that. He did not want to involve his mother in a plan of murder. Then, when the coldness of the night became too overwhelming, they came down and soon enough, his mother fell asleep.

On the way, he had also seen himself in a mirror. His eyes had truly transformed into a chaotic mix of black and crimson. But there were no other changes.

It looked disgruntling nevertheless.

And now, he was doing more research into what might have truly happened with his death and coming back.

Feeling the soft pages of the demonic sutra in his hands, he did a final gloss over, and indeed, it spoke nothing about the 'Seven Sacred Eyes' other than that being a requirement to see the writing.

Tired, he rubbed his forehead and put the book below the bed. He needed some sleep.

Laying on the bed, he turned to look at his mother's sleeping face lit by the flame of the oil lamp. And muttered, "Look at you sleeping without a care."

He smiled, moved, and hugged her from the side, she was wearing a loose white robe at the moment and was not using any kind of blanket.

They were a two people family and they had always slept together. They had no barriers like a room separating each other.

Hugging her, he could finally feel some peace of mind. And suddenly, he had a thought, what if the technique also works with non-virgin women?

Wouldn't that make the whole thing very easy?

But she might get mad...

As a growing child, he had always been fascinated by his mother and he was most of the time, straightforward with her in showing his love.

And when he slept with her, most of the time, they slept while cuddling each other.

So, when he felt the urge, he mostly never hesitated in touching his mother. She was his own from the start.

For him and her, Han Li removing her robes and licking her boobs to sleep was a normal thing, even though they would never reveal that to outsiders.

But she gets very mad if he ever touches her anywhere other than her boobs, especially not anything below the waist. So after a point, he never touched anywhere other than her boobs. Of course, sneaky touches were normal, even though she didn't allow it, he even knew how his mother tasted down there.

Sometimes, a son's desires knew no boundaries after all and whenever she was too sleepy and deeply asleep, he had played his cards well.

Of course, they had never gone all the way, the maximum he had ever done was lick her vagina through the clothes. And that day, his mother had been pissed beyond belief.

She didn't even speak with him that whole day.

He was always afraid to go below her waist after that.

Nevertheless, it was their habit not to do anything lustful outside of their sleeping time, and even whole sleeping, their limits were properly given.

As long as he didn't go below the waist, he could do anything.

She hadn't told him that explicitly but it was evident she allowed it like that.

Gently removing the top of her white robes, her filled boobs were revealed, with a pink nipple at the top of a majestic mount.

Her boobs were big, big enough to not let a single hand cover them entirely, he smiled and shifted his position, putting both his hands on the two sides of her body, and looking at his mother peacefully asleep below him.

Her every part, from her gentle face to her black hair, her curves to her pink nipples, all of them seemed so perfect, so pure. He brought his face closer to her left nipple and gently licked it.

"Xiao Li..." she muttered in her sleep, feeling that familiar sensation of her son's tongue.

Han Li smiled and brought the nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it, while his other hand moved towards the other boobs and fondled it.

His mother's body was supple and smooth to the touch, her boobs felt as if he was holding the most precious thing in his hand.

Yue Li breathed heavily under him and sweated a bit. He continued licking her nipple and stopped fondling her breast, with a gulp and a thumping heart, he moved his hands through her white robes and towards her vagina.

His heart was beating like a drum. He had been warned heavily to never, ever touch it again.

'Today is my birthday, she won't care!' he thought, 'Once, doing it just once!'.

If it was an usual day, he wouldn't have done this but his mind was quite vulnerable at the moment and his need for his mother was overflowing. He couldn't get enough with just her breasts.

And it had been quite some time since he last saw her naked. She might not be a virgin, and the technique might not work on her, but there was no harm in trying, right?

It was for their own benefit.

His hands traveled down the supple skin and through her heated body and before long, his fingers could feel a slightly wet and hairy spot.

An electrical impulse traveled down his spine but before he could continue, a hand grasped his hand and held it there.

"...Xiao Li." Yue Li looked at Han Li with a red face and said, her voice shaky: "No... Don't do it!"

Han Li didn't move his hand away, but he didn't go deeper either, he could feel his mother's aroused body part through his hands, so he let it stay there for now.

Looking straight into her eyes, he asked: "Why Mom?" then he asked again, "You are mine, so why don't you allow me to do what I want?"

Yue Li's eyes moistened and she said, almost about to cry, she said weakly, "Ju...just don't do it, please..."

Han Li's lust immediately calmed down and he took his hands out from her clothes, and once it was out, he looked at his wet hands and then at his mother.

She clearly likes it, then why...

He shook his head inwardly, this was not a new question, he had had it for a while now.

Nevertheless, he irritatedly looked at her and she pleadingly back at him, he then brought his wet hand into his mouth and licked it clean before fixing his mother's loose robes back, and falling on the bed beside her.

She breathed out in relief. Him licking it was okay... As long as he...

Looking at her angelic face, hugging her from the side, feeling her soft body in his embrace again, Han Li asked in his irritation, "Why don't you ever let me do that?"

Yue Li looked at his irritated face and smiled, with a sleepy but loving voice, she said, "I know you love me very much, but... We just can't do it." She shifted and hugged him back, completely entering his embrace, before muttering: "Sorry, but you are not allowed to do it."

After that, she fell asleep. She was sure Han Li won't try it again. And Han Li would never do it if it made his mother cry, how can Lust satisfy him?

Mother came first and foremost, everything was secondary.

But at least, she was mindful of his desires. He smiled, she had positioned her body exactly so that he could suck her boobs and play with it as much as he wanted.

She wouldn't let her son touch her vagina but she didn't mind him having some fun with her boobs.

So, he gently removed the robes again and put her pink erect nipples into his mouth, and in that heavenly feeling, he drifted off into the lands of dreams...