After Binding the Tag System, All the Women Became Perverted-Chapter 123 - 124 Kitchen

Mom and Aunt Liu carried large and small bags of groceries into the kitchen and placed the bags on the spacious countertop.

Mom neatly tied on her apron and, without looking up, said to us kids who were still standing at the door, "Alright, we don’t need you here. Go upstairs and rest, or go play in the yard for a while. Don’t get in the way here."

Shen Youyi opened her mouth, seemingly trying to get a chance to help: "Mom, I want to help..."

Before she could finish speaking, her mother gave her a glance, which was calm and indifferent, without any harshness, but with an unquestionable meaning.

Shen Youyi’s remaining words immediately caught in her throat. Her lips trembled, and she reluctantly uttered an "Oh," muttering, "I know, I know, you just think we’re in the way..."

She turned around, took Su Wantang’s arm with one hand, and reached for Mai Sui with the other, "Let’s go, let’s go upstairs."

Su Wantang and Mai Sui had no choice but to follow.

As we reached the top of the stairs, Shen Youyi suddenly stopped, turned around to look at me, and blinked her big eyes: "Brother, aren’t you going to rest?"

I was rolling up my sleeves when I heard this and smiled, "I’ll stay and help."

Shen Youyi raised her eyelids, her eyes clearly filled with suspicion: "Is it really just helping out? Can you even cook?"

She dragged out the tone, with a hint of mischief.

Hey, this little girl!

I deliberately put on a stern face and raised my chin: "You underestimate your brother, huh? Just wait, tonight you’ll eat your tongue off!"

"Okay, okay."

Shen Youyi chuckled, pulling Su Wantang and Mai Sui upstairs, her voice drifting down, "Looking forward to your big meal, brother~ brother~"

The way he called out "brother" was tinged with a hint of anticipation, as if he were watching a good show.

As I watched their figures disappear around the corner of the stairs, I turned around and met the gazes of my mother and Aunt Liu.

A faint smile played on her lips, her eyes conveying understanding and a hint of mockery.

Aunt Liu smiled with her lips pursed, her eyes sparkling.

I cleared my throat, trying to remain calm: "Ahem, um... let’s go to the kitchen, Mom, Aunt Liu."

My mother and Aunt Liu exchanged a glance, silently conveying a tacit understanding and unspoken meaning that made my heart skip a beat.

Neither of them said anything, and they turned and went into the kitchen.

I quickly followed him inside.

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I heard a soft "click".

Mom casually closed the frosted glass kitchen door.

Once the door was closed, the light and sound from the living room outside became much less distinct. From the outside, one could only see blurry figures moving around inside, creating a relatively private little space.

The kitchen was filled with the fresh aroma of ingredients.

Mom and Aunt Liu tied their aprons and began to get busy in an orderly manner.

Mom was washing vegetables by the sink, the water gushing out.

Aunt Liu then took out a sharp kitchen knife and skillfully chopped scallions, ginger, and garlic on the cutting board.

As they worked, they chatted casually, discussing everyday topics such as what to grill that evening, which marinade was better, and what the children liked to eat.

The atmosphere seemed warm and ordinary.

However, my gaze was involuntarily drawn to the beautiful scenery before me.

My mother was working by the sink with her back to me, slightly bent over.

The soft loungewear dress, as she bent over, clung tightly to her round, pert buttocks, outlining a breathtakingly full curve.

Her waist is slender, and the curves that extend downwards burst open at her hips, exuding the voluptuous allure of a mature woman.

Aunt Liu stood on the other side of the kitchen counter, facing me as she prepared the ingredients.

She wore a fitted midi skirt today, which also accentuated her perfect waist and hip lines.

As she bent slightly to chop vegetables, her round, full buttocks tightened the fabric of her skirt, rising and falling slightly with her movements, like two tempting peaches.

The anger I felt while shopping today suddenly surged up from my lower abdomen, making my mouth dry.

The thought of "helping" in my mind was instantly overwhelmed by a more primal impulse.

I quietly walked up behind my mother. She was focused on washing a bunch of green peppers and didn’t notice me approaching at all.

I reached out and wrapped my arms around her slender yet resilient waist from behind, pressing my body tightly against hers.

"ah!"

Caught off guard, Mom froze, nearly dropping the green pepper in her hand into the sink.

She turned her head, gave me a reproachful glare, her cheeks flushed, and whispered, "Mo Mo! Stop it! Not here..."

My lower body was already as hard as iron, pressing tightly against her elastic buttocks through the thin fabric of my pants, and I could even feel the softness and warmth of her two plump buttocks.

I deliberately rubbed my hips against her buttocks in an ambiguous way, feeling their amazing elasticity and fullness.

"It will be discovered, Momo."

Aunt Liu also stopped chopping vegetables, turned around, her face full of worry, her gaze sweeping over the closed kitchen door and then landing on my mother and me, who were pressed close together.

"It’s fine."

I hugged my mother tightly around the waist, rested my chin on her shoulder, and inhaled the fragrance of her hair. My voice carried a hint of coaxing, "Dad and Uncle Su are watching TV in the living room. They’re engrossed in it and won’t notice us. The door is closed too."

I previously labeled my dad and Uncle Su as "clumsy," because unless they were caught in the act of cheating, their senses, numbed by alcohol and sports, would automatically ignore any suspicious noises in the kitchen.

Of course, I don’t need to reveal this trump card.

Hearing me say that, Mom seemed to relax a little. She didn’t push me away forcefully anymore, but just twisted her waist symbolically and said softly, "Stop fooling around, we still need to prepare things..."

But the tone was less of a refusal and more of a tacit acceptance, a reluctant acceptance.

Aunt Liu glanced at us, her eyes flickered, and she didn’t say anything more. She just turned around and continued chopping vegetables, but her movements slowed down noticeably, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

Having received tacit approval, I became even bolder.

I snuggled up behind my mother for a while, feeling the softness and warmth of her buttocks, but it still wasn’t enough.

His gaze shifted to Aunt Liu, who was swaying gracefully beside him, and the lustful fire in his heart burned even brighter.

I let go of my mother and moved a few steps behind Aunt Liu.

He did the same thing again, grabbing her voluptuous waist from behind.

"ah!"

Aunt Liu was also startled, and almost cut her hand with the knife in her hand.

She turned her head, her face showing embarrassment, annoyance, and a hint of panic. "Mo Mo! What...what are you doing?!"

I didn’t care about anything else. I held her waist tightly with one hand, while the other hand had already slipped under her apron and, through the thin silk shirt, precisely touched the heavy, soft flesh on her chest.

It feels full and plump, with excellent elasticity. You can feel its amazing weight and the slightly hardened protrusion at the tip even through the fabric.

"Hmm..."

Aunt Liu’s body trembled, and she let out a suppressed groan, finally putting down the knife in her hand.

She tried to push me away with her elbow, but the force was weak, more like a feigned rejection.

And so, like a greedy bee, I lingered back and forth between my mother and Aunt Liu, these two mature and beautiful flowers.

One moment he would hug his mother from behind, rubbing his genitals against her buttocks, feeling her body tremble slightly and her suppressed breathing; the next moment he would dart behind Aunt Liu, kneading her full breasts and listening to the soft moans escaping her throat.

The usual casual conversations in the kitchen disappeared, leaving only the sound of running water, the occasional chopping of vegetables, and increasingly obvious, suppressed female breathing.

Of course, I haven’t completely forgotten my promise to "show off my skills".

While I was bothering Aunt Liu, I went to the other side of the kitchen counter, where the high-quality beef ribs I had bought were placed.

I skillfully picked up the knife, and with a flick of my wrist, cut the beef into evenly sized pieces.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, displaying the efficiency of a professional chef. Aunt Liu, watching from the side, forgot to resist, her eyes filled with surprise.

Next, I took out a few bowls and started preparing the marinade.

Soy sauce, oyster sauce, cooking wine, honey, ground black pepper, minced garlic, minced ginger, a pinch of chili powder... all kinds of seasonings seem to come alive in my hands, mixed together in precise proportions, exuding an enticing complex aroma.

I poured the chopped beef into the prepared marinade, put on disposable gloves, and started to knead it vigorously so that each piece of beef was evenly coated with the sauce and fully flavored.

His focused and skilled demeanor truly gave him the air of a master chef.

"I didn’t realize you were so capable, Momo."

Aunt Liu watched my smooth and effortless movements and couldn’t help but murmur a word of praise, her eyes filled with admiration.

I raised my eyebrows smugly, covered the marinated beef with plastic wrap, and set it aside.