#6

  I was sitting on the couch, completely engrossed in the action movie I was watching. It’s much better and more interesting than I first expected.

  From the very first scene, I was completely engrossed in the movie.

  The plot was tight, the characters were well-developed, and the action sequences were thrilling without being over the top.

  The CGIs looked even more fabulous, with little to none of the usual fws you might see. Even the monsters looked real, from the drool they made to the scales on their skin, and even the flesh being ripped out was frighteningly too real.

  As the movie progressed, I found myself on the edge of my seat, completely absorbed in the story.

  The actress was killing her role, and I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.

  But then, I heard a voice snap me out of my focused state.

  "Was it good?"

  I turned to see my mom walking toward me, a curious look on her face.

  She might have been surprised that I was so engrossed with the movie.

  "Yeah, kind of," I answered, trying to py it cool. "The actress is really good."

  Not to mention the scenes where her clothes were constantly being ripped apart, leaving her bare in her boobs and thick thighs that could always save lives! Yeah, she's really good~

  Mom sat down next to me on the couch and got comfortable.

  "Yeah, I tell you, she's killing her role," she said with a gorgeous smirk.

  "I've seen some of her other movies, and she's always been great."

  I nodded in agreement.

  "...Look. I can't believe how well she pulls off all these stunts and action scenes. She made it look all too real… the CGI’s are also good, no, incredibly amazing!"

  I looked at mom and saw her smile.

  It was a genuine, warm smile that made her eyes crinkle at the corners and filled me with a sense of comfort and peace. Like she always did.

  When I woke up, the first person I saw was her.

  She looked incredibly beautiful then, with her bck hair cascading down her shoulders and her eyes shining with tears. I was almost mesmerized by her beauty, but it was her smile that truly captivated me.

  Though my mind was chaotic at that time, to me, she looked like an angel who had come to embrace me.

  I was unconscious for a whole day.

  I learned then, that she spent an entire day by my side, holding my hand and talking to me. Even when I was unconscious, she was there, whispering words of encouragement and love.

  That is why, I could never forget that time.

  And to me, she was special.

  Despite being confused about everything, I immediately accepted my situation, and even my new reality because of her.

  I love her.

  I scooted over to her side on the couch and hugged her waist, surprising her with my sudden dispy of affection.

  At first, she was taken aback, her body stiffening in surprise. But then, she looked at me and she slowly rexed.

  With a loving smile on her face, she hugged me back, wrapping her arms around me and holding me close.

  For a while, Mom happily talked about the actress and what she knew about it as if she finally found someone she shared a hobby with.

  Though, I think it’s because, it’s rare for us to be alone, discussing casual matters like this that she became quite, unusually, talkative.

  I listened quietly, adding my ideas and opinions to the conversation, chatting about how to improve the films and even the stunts as if we were professional actors or directors themselves. Of course, this is just for fun. I don’t know anything about directing or making movies or whatever, and I’m pretty sure she knows nothing as well.

  Well, honestly, I do have a lot of things to criticize for. After all, I grew up watching films made in the 21st century.

  Though both the graphics and CGI are great, the story itself can’t be compared to the movies and films in the 21st century, especially, compared to those from Hollywood. There are a lot of things I can say, and Mom was impressed about it.

  …

  He’s changed…

  As Allison looked at her son, she couldn't help but wonder how this shift had come about.

  Naturally, it was not a negative change. Instead, it was a change that brought her greater happiness than before.

  Hesitantly, she extended her hand and rested it atop his head.

  She hesitated because she knew Alvin didn't like it when people touched him, especially when it was by a woman.

  However, contrary to her expectations, Alvin didn’t dislike it. She was surprised to see that he didn't find it offensive at all; in fact, he even put his head against her hand as though he was pining for her touch.

  With a pounding heart, she nearly leaped, danced joyfully, and swooned as she put her palm on top of his head.

  Ah, my sweet, adorable child~~

  It had been a long time since they st shared an intimate moment like this.

  He had been so distant, so cold, that she had begun to doubt if he would ever open up to her again.

  But here he was, scooting over to her side, hugging her waist, and holding her tight like a small child seeking comfort under a stormy night.

  Allison was initially taken aback by his sudden touch, tensing up in her body. However, she found herself melting into his arms as she met his eyes and felt the warmth and love that shone back at her. Something that she had never seen before. Something she thought would happen in her dreams.

  She hugged him back, wrapping her arms around him and feeling his body rex into hers.

  They sat there on the couch, talking and ughing like old times.

  Alison, overcome with joy, spoke passionately about the film, expressing her ideas and opinions regarding the lead character or the action sequences.

  While he was silently listening, he would also be contributing his thoughts and observations to the discussion. Amazingly, he made sense the majority of the time.

  She found herself agreeing with every perspective and statement he made because they all seemed to py with her mind.

  My son is a genius!

  It was rare for them to be alone together like this, without any distractions or interruptions. And it was at this moment that Allison felt truly happy and at peace.

  As they sat there, she couldn't help but feel grateful for this second chance.

  For the opportunity to reconnect with him, to build a stronger and more loving retionship.

  I hope this will never change.

  And so they sat there, holding each other close, lost in their little world. For a brief moment, Allison felt that time seemed to stand still, and all that mattered was her beloved child.

  It was a simple moment, but one that she would cherish forever.

  …

  While chatting happily, passing the time together, I noticed Mom started rubbing her feet.

  I kept gncing at it from time to time, and though she didn’t say anything,

  I knew she was quite sore, probably from her shoes. I could see faint red marks on her feet, and toes.

  I thought it must have hurt, so I got an idea.

  “Mom, are your feet sore?” I asked.

  “-her movie, the pugi-yes? Ah, no, Honey, I’m fine. It’s okay,” she said lightly with a smile while acting as if it was nothing. She even tried to hide it. But I already saw it.

  I smiled at her.

  She had always spoiled me and loved me, so I thought I would return the favor.

  Without saying anything, I sat on the floor in front of her and took over.

  "Here, let me do that," I said while gently taking hold of her foot.

  “...Honey, I’m fine,” she was surprised when I grabbed her foot. She even looks at me with a faint blush on her face.

  “It doesn’t hurt at all… rather, it’s dirty. I haven’t washed them yet,” though she said that, she didn’t try to pull her foot back from my hands.

  There was even a slight hint of expectations in her eyes as she looked at me.

  “It’s fine Mom. You’ve been working hard for us… it’s the least I can do,” I said as I started putting some pressure on her foot.

  “H, honey… ooh,”

  Mom’s feet were pretty and feminine and her toenails were carefully groomed and pedicured. Though there were some rough callused spots around the heels and sides of the big toes, they were wonderful.

  Her feet were so soft to touch as I had imagined.

  I first caressed them gently, as if I was entering an unknown territory.

  Suddenly, I heard her moan and looked at her. Her face was beet red. She was starting to quicken her breath as well. She looked at me, and I saw the excitement in her eyes.

  “I might not be good at it, so I apologize if I hurt you…”

  She was very sensitive and ticklish initially, moving her foot on reflex and pointing her toes like a ballerina.

  Trying not to show how turned on that made me; I held her foot firmly until she became more accustomed to my touch.

  I increase the pressure, kneading the bottoms of her feet.

  “... You are very tense, Mom. You should rex, just rex.”

  “Ooh, so, sorry, honey, to do this to your old mother,” my gorgeous mom moaned absent-mindedly with appreciation.

  “Not at all, Mom, I’m happy I get to do this to you. Though, I do hope it would lighten your burden even just a small bit,” I said faintly.

  With light pressure, I began working on her toes and moving to the arch.

  “Oh, you are so sweet for doing this. Thank you it means a lot.” she purred, her eyes now closed as she reclined.

  “No problem Mom, it’s the least I could do.”

  I looked up and noticed she had id her head back and closed her eyes. And I could tell she liked it. I smiled.

  ""That feels great….I could get used to this,"

  She said dreamily.

  "A nice foot rub hits the spot after a long day of running around the hospital… this could be heaven,”

  “Oh, you’re jesting. Mom, I know I’m not that good at massaging. I’m just thankful, I wasn’t hurting you,”

  “Oh, honey, what are you saying? This is the best! Ooooh, this feels much better. I think we should make this a regur ritual," suddenly, she suggested, half-kidding.

  “Well, if that’s what you want Mom, why not? Just call me if you ever want a massage,” I said, and her eyes regained their sparkles.

  A beaming smile appeared on her face, it was almost as blinding as the light bulb above us.

  “You said it! No going back,” she said, smirking.

  “I promised,” I said, pretending to be helpless.

  She seemed to catch my teasing, and she ughed happily.

  “Now, what are you waiting for? Continue, my dear beloved masseur,” she said jokingly while wiggling her left foot on my face expectantly.

  I fought the urge to lean my head and paste my face on her foot. The smell was incredible. A very feminine sweet smell mixed with the intoxicating aroma of sweat.

  “Yes, Mom, as you wish,” I responded jesterly before taking her foot with both hands and resuming what I was supposed to do.

  I continued working on her feet and started moving up her calves using light but constant pressure.

  Her skin was smooth, like a child, and her foot was just amazing. I don’t have a foot fetish, but damn, it’s hard not to think about it, especially when you’re already holding it. Yeah, I don’t have it.

  I thought I heard a moan coming from her and could almost feel her begin to rex.

  "Mmmmmmm! That's nice! You're such a good boy, Honey, ooh there,” she probably not intentionally suggestive, but it was - “Oh that feels good baby.”

  Mom loved every moment of it, and so did I.

  “Oh, you’re back, mom?”

  As I was enjoying the massage of my mother’s wonderful feet, my sister came.

  “Oh, yeah, I’m back.” my mother said with a slightly gasp. “Hm? Sarah, what are you wearing?!”

  “Usual?”

  “You’re not wearing anything!”

  “I’m wearing my pants,”

  Listening to their voices, I raised my head and looked at my sister, and somehow my eyes widened in shock.

  My sister was… well, wearing nothing but a pair of ripped micro denim shorts.

  She was standing behind the couch, looking at us, without a top.

  Her bountiful breasts are bare for the world to see. Her light blue denim micro shorts barely covered her buns, leaving her shapely thighs delightfully exposed.

  Damn!

  She looked gmorous and sexy.

  I could not believe what I was seeing, but my sister didn’t seem to care.

  She looked at me grinning… she must be doing this to tease me!