Outside the window, snow fell silently, blanketing the entire city in tranquil white. The heavy curtains were only slightly ajar, allowing cool moonlight and the faint neon glow of distant skyscrapers to filter in, mingling with the warm yellow light of the bedside lamp and casting dappled shadows across the bedroom carpet. A languid atmosphere lingered, the fading scent of passion blending with a decadent aroma.
"Wife, our son's twelfth birthday is coming up soon. What should we get him?" The man looked young but was already forty, a senior executive at a Fortune 500 company.
"Hmm, let me think. He's entering puberty now—the age when boys become interested in these things." The woman rolled over, still having the strength to pull the blanket over herself and her husband. "How about I become his birthday present? It can also be a reward for getting into the best junior high in the city. I wonder if he's interested in his mother's body."
He Jie gazed at his wife's fair skin under the moonlight. At 1.8 meters tall, her voluptuous figure towered half a head above his own. Her exaggerated G-cup breasts were full and perfect, rosy tips faintly visible in the dim light. Her round, perky, fleshy buttocks and long, shapely legs made her look nothing like a thirty-eight-year-old woman. She was more like a flawless work of art sculpted by nature itself, exuding the fragrance of a mature woman.
"It's a truly special gift! You have no idea—the boy often fantasizes about your body in his room!" He Jie's fingers gently traced Qin Ya's delicate skin, sliding from her soft breasts to her smooth shoulders, then up to her slender neck. "My wife is so beautiful. Who wouldn't want her?"
"Then tie me up and put me in a giant gift box, just like a real present." Qin Ya hugged her husband affectionately, her voice tinged with strange excitement. "A birthday surprise."
And so, an absurdly decadent birthday gift plan was decided…
The heavy front door swung open, bringing with it a blast of cold outdoor air and the unique energy of a teenager. He Hao, schoolbag slung over one shoulder, cheeks flushed from excitement and the chill, shouted from the entryway, "Dad, Mom, I'm home!" He kicked off his snow-dusted sneakers and called impatiently, "Where's my birthday present? Hey—where's Mom?"
The warmly lit living room greeted him with only his father, He Jie, seated on the large leather sofa. Beside him stood an enormous gift box nearly as tall as a person, wrapped in glossy purple satin ribbon and exquisite red paper.
"My dearest son—happy birthday surprise!" He Jie opened his arms and pulled He Hao into a hug the moment the boy stepped into the living room, then guided him toward the massive box. "Mom prepared this for you herself. Open it and see!"
"Wow! It's huge! Is it the latest PS5? Or a robot model?" The boy's eyes sparkelled with curiosity as he circled the box, reaching out to touch the cool, smooth purple ribbon.
Seeing his son's excitement, He Jie smiled warmly. "This is a special gift from Mom—one of a kind!"
He Hao rubbed his hands together, unable to contain himself. He knelt, grabbed one end of the purple satin bow, and yanked it open, the ribbon scattering like violet rain across the carpet. Eagerly he lifted the lid of the huge red box and tossed it aside.
The birthday surprise inside left He Hao frozen in place. His eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat.
On a bed of deep-red velvet lay a figure all too familiar, curled into an utterly shameful pose—his mother, Qin Ya.
Her snow-white, voluptuous body was completely naked under the bright living-room lights. Thick, bright-red hemp ropes bound her exquisite form so tightly that every curve was accentuated, the coarse fibers digging faint pink lines into her flawless skin. Her erect nipples stood like ripe cherries, trembling slightly with each shallow breath. Her hands were tied behind her back, shoulders pulled back, forcing her chest forward. Her legs were forced wide apart by the ropes, knees bent and locked, leaving her utterly defenseless. Between her snow-white thighs, her most private place was fully exposed to her son's gaze.
Two thick, pink labia—swollen from arousal—were slightly parted, revealing a glistening wet slit that pulsed faintly. From deep inside, crystal-clear love juice slowly seeped out like morning dew on petals, sliding in slow, viscous trails down the curve of her skin and dripping onto the velvet below, leaving a spreading dark stain. A faint, sweet, fishy scent—her unmistakable feminine arousal—filled the air.
A pink silicone ball gag stretched her delicate mouth open, forcing drool to pool at the corners of her lips and trickle down her chin. Her beautiful eyes were wide with humiliation and burning excitement. Her ankles were also bound, forcing her well-maintained, fair, rounded feet upward, soles facing He Hao. Ten toes painted bright red curled and uncurled nervously, the delicate lines of her arches and the soft pink skin of her heels clearly visible in the light.
"Do you like the birthday present your mother prepared for you?" He Jie's voice came from behind. He stepped forward and patted his son's shoulder. "Mom has been waiting for this day for a long time. Look—she can't wait." He pointed at the love juice still dripping between Qin Ya's trembling legs.
He Hao's Adam's apple bobbed hard. His cheeks burned; his heart pounded so violently he thought it might burst from his chest. His usually dignified and beloved mother now looked like a wanton toy, naked and bound, waiting for her own son to devour her.
Chaos flooded He Hao's mind, but a primal urge surged uncontrollably from his lower abdomen. His gaze roamed helplessly over her naked body—lingering on the heavy sway of her breasts, the deep valley between them, the glistening trail of juice down her inner thigh—finally fixing on her jade-like feet.
"Go ahead, son," He Jie encouraged, gently pushing him forward. "You can do anything you want. Mom will cooperate fully. Don't you love her feet? They're yours now."
He Hao stumbled forward, almost instinctively reaching out. His fingertips brushed Qin Ya's warm, slightly sweaty toes—so impossibly smooth, so soft they felt like silk over firm flesh. A faint scent of her high-end foot cream mixed with natural feminine musk rose to his nose.
Qin Ya's bound body jerked violently, trembling as though resisting yet anticipating more. The ropes creaked; her breasts jiggled with the movement. He Hao gently pinched her full, round toes one by one, feeling the delicate bones beneath the plump padding and the incredible elasticity of the flesh. Then he slid his fingers to her sensitive soles and lightly scratched them with his nails—slow, deliberate strokes from heel to ball.
"Mmgh!" Qin Ya twisted hard, her bound limbs struggling uselessly, the ropes biting deeper red marks into her snowy skin. Tearful, muffled moans leaked from her gagged mouth, vibrating through the gag. Love juice gushed even more freely, a thin stream now visibly flowing from her parted labia, completely soaking the velvet beneath her.
Watching his mother's intense reaction, an unprecedented sense of conquest and perverse excitement surged through He Hao like electricity. He swallowed hard, courage growing. Lowering his head, he buried his burning cheeks against Qin Ya's faintly fragrant, sweaty feet and inhaled greedily—deep, lung-filling breaths. It was a complex, intoxicating scent: high-end shower gel, the faint leather aroma from her heels, warm sweat, and the almost imperceptible fragrance of a mature woman's body. Instantly his newly awakened boyish cock swelled to its absolute limit, straining painfully against his pants.
Clumsily yet eagerly, he stuck out his tongue and began licking her delicate skin—from the soft heel, tracing the high arch, to the pads of her toes—savoring every millimeter of her soles. His tongue left glistening trails; he could taste the faint salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her skin. He pressed his lips to her arch and sucked gently, feeling the soft flesh yield under the pressure.
Qin Ya let out a suppressed, convulsive gasp. Her bound body arched violently, breasts lifting high before crashing back down with a dull thud that made the ropes groan.
He Hao's breathing grew ragged; his throbbing, immature cock was painfully hard, leaking clear fluid that soaked a dark spot in his underwear. He rubbed his cheek greedily against her feet while his free hand fumbled with his zipper, finally pulling out his erection—hot, veined, the glans already slick and shining.
"Why use your hand?" He Jie encouraged, voice low and amused. "Look how happy Mom is! Let her serve you with her feet!"
At his father's words, heat rushed to He Hao's head. He looked up—his mother's jade feet glistened with his saliva, toes still trembling, soles flushed deep pink from arousal and stimulation. Panting, he unzipped fully and freed his burning cock completely, the tip already wet and swollen.
Though gagged and unable to speak, Qin Ya's bound feet moved with desperate effort, toes flexing shyly—invitingly. As He Hao hesitantly brought his inexperienced cock closer, she proactively sandwiched it between her soft, warm soles. The skin was slick with his saliva and her own nervous sweat; the temperature difference between her cool soles and his burning shaft made him gasp.
"Ah!" He Hao cried out in pleasure. His mother's feet were impossibly soft and smooth, with just the right amount of flesh, enveloping his cock perfectly—like warm silk cushions molded exactly to his shape. Cool soles pressed firmly against his sensitive glans while her ten nimble toes curled and squeezed, gently yet powerfully stroking his shaft from base to tip. Though the ropes severely limited her range, Qin Ya did her absolute best—clumsily but diligently alternating pressure with her arches and toes, sometimes flattening her soles to create a tight tunnel, sometimes curling her toes to tease the ridge beneath his glans. He could clearly feel the delicate warmth of her feet, the slight sweat beading from tension, shame, and excitement—making everything even more exquisite. Every tiny movement sent sparks up his spine; the visual of his cock sliding between his mother's bound, elegant feet was almost too much.
Qin Ya's body trembled uncontrollably; love juice gushed from her inner thighs in audible drops, completely soaking the fabric beneath her. Tears slid from her wide, excited eyes, mixing with sweat at her temples. The ball gag forced her mouth into a perfect O, drool now dripping steadily onto her heaving breasts.
"Mom's feet… are giving me a footjob… so good…" He Hao's mind went blank—only primal pleasure remained. Bracing his hands on the box's edge, he thrust his hips in rhythm with her movements, watching his cock slide in and out between her delicate white soles as she grew increasingly wanton. The sight of his mother's bound body writhing, breasts bouncing with each involuntary jerk, the glistening trail of her arousal—he nearly came just from looking.
"I'm cumming!" With a short, stifled growl, thick ropes of hot, milky semen erupted from his cock, splattering entirely onto Qin Ya's beautiful feet. The first jet shot high, landing across her toes and dripping down the arch; the second coated her instep in thick white; more followed, pooling between her curled toes and slowly flowing down the smooth curves of her soles. The strong, youthful scent unique to adolescent boys filled the air, mingling with her own sweet musk.
After climax, He Hao panted, his body limp, face flushed with post-orgasmic shyness yet filled with unprecedented satisfaction and excitement.