After Binding the Tag System, All the Women Became Perverted-Chapter 108 Helping Mom Apply Sunscreen

Throughout the entire process, Mom lay relaxed, occasionally letting out a soft, cat-like hum that sounded incredibly comfortable.

My mother turned her head to the side, resting her head on her arm, her black hair cascading over the blanket. Her eyes, shimmering with tears, stared at me, her red lips slightly parted: "Hmm...it seems there are still some areas that haven’t been coated yet?" Her voice was soft and husky, with a hint of something else.

My gaze unconsciously slid down her neck, past her delicate and beautiful collarbone, and then inevitably stumbled into that breathtakingly deep valley half-hidden by a small red triangle of fabric—the two plump, full breasts, like ripe melons, were barely outlined by the thin fabric, their snow-white edges spilling out, the fabric stretched taut at the tips, clearly revealing the dark color of the swollen areolas below.

"Mom...that place...isn’t it a bit inappropriate?" My throat felt a little dry.

"What’s wrong with it?" She drew out the last syllable, her eyes like a bristly brush sweeping across my face. "It’s just sunscreen. When you were little, you were naked. What didn’t your mother wash for you?"

As she spoke, her free arm reached behind her back and groped around. With a very slight "snap," the bikini strap tied behind her neck was gently pulled open.

Aunt Lin, watching from the side, gasped for breath and almost dropped the sunscreen in her hand.

She quickly turned her head and glanced at the three girls playing on the blanket to her left. Mai Sui and Shen Youyi were rubbing sand on each other’s legs. Su Wantang giggled and tried to break up the fight. Almost instantly, she sat up straight and subtly moved to a different position, using her back, clad in a royal blue bikini, to completely block the view of me and my mother on the blanket.

Seeing Aunt Lin’s actions, I smiled silently at her.

Aunt Lin caught my gaze, her face instantly flushed red, and she hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to carefully apply sunscreen to her legs, her ears turning so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Now that the barrier has been erected, what’s the point of pretending? Those two palm-sized pieces of red cloth now seem like an invitation that’s only making things more obvious.

I reached out my fingers, pinched the edge of the thin, soft, and damp fabric, and gently lifted it to both sides—

boom!

The visual impact even surpasses the tactile sensation at the fingertips.

Those heavy, snow-white, and plump breasts instantly broke free from their restraints, bouncing out like ripe fruits brimming with juice, proudly and unreservedly displaying themselves to the sunlight and air.

Extremely plump, white and moist, so dazzling it makes one dizzy.

Like two overturned, enormous jade bowls, or like two handfuls of freshly steamed, trembling, and steaming snow.

The two deep jujube-red nipples at the peaks, about the size of an adult man’s fingertip, protrude high like two ripe berries. The areolas around them are also much larger, deeper, and thicker than those of ordinary women, like rouge spreading out.

What’s even more visually stimulating is that on those snow-white, plump breasts, near the base, there’s a clear ring of red, slightly indented marks—the imprint left by the swimsuit straps, like a unique branding mark on this lewd fruit.

I swallowed hard, squeezed out more of the cool sunscreen, and rubbed it vigorously in my palm until it melted.

Then, the hand covered in slippery lotion, trembling slightly, pressed down heavily on it!

"Hmm..." Mom let out a long hum through her nose, her body instinctively arching upwards.

It’s too soft!

His palm sank completely into that plump, soft flesh, as if buried in the finest down, with amazing elasticity and resilience.

When you squeeze it, the plump, fleshy texture almost overflows from between your fingers.

The slippery, sticky sunscreen became the best catalyst. My palms circled on the slippery breasts, pushing and kneading them forcefully, feeling the amazing waves of flesh deform and ripple under my fingers.

Every inch of kneading brings out a warm and dense touch, so smooth that it makes your heart tremble.

My fingertips inevitably brushed against those two hard, sensitive nipples.

As if a tiny switch had been flipped, Mom’s body tensed abruptly, and she let out a suppressed gasp: "Hiss... Gently... Gently... you brat..."

But there was no reproach in that voice; instead, it was as if a seductive charm had been ingrained in one’s very bones.

I deliberately used the calluses on my fingertips to rub the protruding fleshy granules, feeling them quickly swell and harden under my fingers, standing even more upright, like two ripe and firm cherry pits.

"Mmm... Ah... You little rascal..." Mom cursed softly, but her body twisted slightly as if she couldn’t bear it. Her plump waist rubbed against the blanket, and her two huge breasts, which were ravaged and covered with white milk, with their rosy nipples standing up high, swayed and rose and fell like waves with her movements. The slippery juice on her snow-white breasts shimmered with a lewd light in the sunlight.

Aunt Lin was right next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that she had completely stopped applying sunscreen.

She lowered her head, her long curly hair falling down and obscuring her profile, but I could clearly see that her free hand was unconsciously and slightly pressing against her chest, gently massaging the same full curves with her fingertips through the royal blue swimsuit fabric.

Her breathing became rapid, her shoulders trembled slightly, and the fair skin behind her ears turned red.

The cream was finally evenly applied. I was about to pull my hand back when my fingertips lingered on that incomparably soft and smooth texture.

"The top is all done..." Mom’s voice was thick with nasal tone, like a hook coated with honey, lazily instructing, "The bottom... has sand on it too..." Her gaze swept meaningfully over her crotch, where she wore only a tiny bit of red cloth.

I took a deep breath, squeezed out the cool cream from my palm again, and rubbed it in.

With fingertips burning hot, he hesitated before reaching for the narrow, mysterious triangle between his mother’s legs.

The fabric was pitifully thin, and the edges were already soaked through with seawater, revealing a dark color. It clung tightly to the full mound of flesh, outlining a clear contour.

My fingertips gently parted the edge of that thin, damp barrier—

A thick, plump, barren, and smooth fleshy caruncle was completely exposed.

The color was a deeper, mature jujube color than Shen Youyi’s. The flesh was exceptionally plump, and the two thick labia majora were slightly swollen and tightly closed together, forming a long, alluring, and deep slit.

The deep red, mature clitoris at the top, like a miniature nipple, trembled slightly in the sunlight.

A rich, sweet and pungent musk scent instantly filled the air, mingling strangely with the coconut milk aroma of the sunscreen, making it even more alluring.

What’s even more arousing is that at the top of that tightly closed entrance, between the thick labia, a few strands of thick, slippery, translucent love fluid are quietly seeping out, reflecting a crystalline light in the sunlight.

Clearly, the rubbing of her chest earlier had some effect.

Aunt Lin’s gasps could be heard clearly.

I glanced sideways and saw her suddenly clench the blanket beneath her with her hand at her side, while her other hand unconsciously and tightly covered her lower abdomen, wrinkling the fabric of her royal blue swim trunks.

Her cheeks were burning red, her eyes fixed on them, a mixture of shock, panic, and a hint of burning desire.

My fingertips were coated with cool, viscous sunscreen lotion, which covered that hot, sticky, and intensely scented secret place of a mature woman.

It has an extremely thick and soft texture, with amazing elasticity and vitality.

I rubbed my fingertips in circles, applying and pressing the cream onto the thick mound of flesh, feeling the soft flesh sink and bounce under my fingers, the slippery juice immediately mixing with the sunscreen.

"Uh...oh..." Mom let out a low, hoarse moan, her legs instinctively trying to close and squeeze together, but I stopped her.

My fingertips slid down the slippery, tightly closed crevice, inevitably picking up even more sticky love fluid. When my fingertips touched the erect, pebble-like clitoris—

"Ah!" Mom’s body jerked upwards as if she had been electrocuted, her hands gripping the blanket beneath her tightly, her toes curling up, and her face instantly flushing red. "No... be gentle..." her voice was hoarse and broken.

But as I rubbed and scraped it with my fingertips, the bud became even more swollen and erect, its color so dark it looked like it was about to bleed.

The application turned into an unspoken teasing, with rough fingertips scraping against the most delicate nerve endings. Each press and kneading brought out an even more surging honey from the depths of her tightly closed flesh, gushing out and staining my fingers and her inner thighs a mess.

Finally, the thin fabric could no longer conceal the surging spring colors, and the cool sunscreen was no match for the burning passion surging from deep within the body.

When I withdrew my hand, it brought out sticky silver threads. That ripe, private flower field was already muddy and exuded an even stronger, sweet, and fishy female scent.

The mother was panting, her chest heaving violently, her snow-white breasts covered in sunscreen and sweat, gleaming with a lewd light.

She suddenly rolled over and landed face down, sticking out her two perfectly shaped, full, and perky buttocks, like ripe peaches, high towards me!

The narrow red bikini fabric was stretched taut by her large, fleshy buttocks, sinking into her deep cleft. Her waistline was taut and slender, yet flowed smoothly into an exaggeratedly rounded curve, dazzlingly white in the sunlight.