I was truly in a quandary, hesitating for quite a while before reluctantly agreeing. Following her lead, we went to a hotel and entered a private room.
"Xu Tian, don’t be shy, come here."
Aunt Liu sat in the chair, pointed to her neck, and gestured for me to begin.
Taking a deep breath, I walked over and placed my hands on her neck.
There was a unique and strong scent to her body, but it wasn’t at all overpowering; it even had an addictive quality to it.
Looking further down, my heart raced even more.
Aunt Liu’s figure was truly voluptuous—large where it should be, slim where it should be. Everything was just right.
Especially with her wearing that white blouse and black pencil skirt—it was incredibly sexy and charming.
However, remembering she is Yang Yaxue’s mother, I pushed aside those improper thoughts,
then reluctantly rubbed my hands together before retracting them, "Aunt Liu, could you please sweep your hair to the side?"
After agreeing, Aunt Liu reached out and gathered her silky hair to one side, revealing her fair and delicate neck.
Her skin was very pale, the kind of cool-toned white.
It felt soft and supple, and incredibly smooth to the touch—the feeling was fantastic.
I swallowed hard, struggling to banish all the inappropriate thoughts from my mind, then concentrated and started massaging Aunt Liu with full attention.
However, after only a gentle press or two, Aunt Liu’s voice began to emit those seductive moans.
The sound was soft, yet it carried an endless sultriness, so stimulating that I couldn’t stand it. Coupled with the faint scent of her body and the feel of her smooth skin, a heat rushed through me.
In particular, down there, it rose into a conspicuous tent.
Aunt Liu continued to moan, the sounds she made seemed to have the power to captivate one’s soul.
I was unbearably embarrassed and awkward.
I truly wanted to slap myself at that moment.
This was Yang Yaxue’s mother, possibly even my future mother-in-law. How could I harbor such dirty thoughts about her?
It wasn’t right; seriously not right at all.
Yet the desire inside me was growing stronger, becoming unbearable.
The more I tried to suppress it, the more intense the burning sensation became.
Looking at the conspicuous bulge below me, my face blushed deeply, consumed by peak embarrassment and a sense of guilt.
But I actually enjoyed this thrill, causing my hands to tremble, almost surrendering to it.
Aunt Liu began to hum uncontrollably, a sound that seemingly came straight from the heart.
But she quickly realized something, abruptly ceased making any sounds, and pressed her lips tightly together, trying her best to suppress those shameful noises.
She seemed to sense my nervousness, giving me a quick look up and down, then whispered softly, "Xu Tian, your massage skills are truly powerful, no wonder my girl speaks so highly of you."
She couldn’t help but voice her admiration.
My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively bent over to hide the bulge, forcing a smile and said, "Aunt Liu, you flatter me. My technique is really quite ordinary, nothing special."
"Xu Tian, don’t be modest. I have been to many traditional Chinese medicine masseuses, but their skills can’t compare to yours."
"Your hands, they’re very warm. The force you use is neither too strong nor too weak, just perfect, and it feels really comfortable."
With her eyes slightly closed, her face showed complete pleasure, she gently pursed her red lips, and her expression seemed to be filled with charm and a hint of anticipation.
What is she anticipating?
As I stared at her face, I suddenly felt a dryness in my mouth.
Yang Yaxue’s mother was just too sexy, too attractive.
I quickly diverted my gaze, fearful that if I continued looking, I would lose all self-control.
Yet during the following massage, Aunt Liu kept on making those moans, each one louder than the last...