Chaos (1-2) (Wife and mature adult novel)

Chaos (1-2)

A young boy had his shorts pulled down to his knees. From the back, his shoulders moved violently back and forth. Lying on her side opposite him, a beautiful and noble woman in pink silk pajamas was smiling with one hand on her head, watching with a smile, not caring about the low-cut neckline of her pajamas revealing her private parts, as if she was appreciating the boy's shameless masturbation performance on her plump body.

I stroked my thick cock, looked at the huge, soft, white breasts of the beautiful young woman in front of me, imagined the delicate, juiced pussy under her messy pajamas, and panted heavily in a low voice. No language communication is required.

The beautiful and noble woman looked at my eager and powerless appearance, her beautiful eyes moving around, and she playfully stretched out a slender finger to the glans that had already swollen and shiny purple. Some clear liquid had already flowed out of the urethra, and she gently grasped the terrifyingly huge rod that was so hard that veins were exposed. The unique soft touch from a woman's palm made my back numb as if I was electrocuted as my lower body was about to explode.

The beautiful mature woman didn't say anything, she just used her little hands to rub my dick.

She continued to carefully smear the overflowing prostate fluid on the glans, and then deliberately picked up the index finger covered with my body fluids slowly in front of me, and actually put the finger in her mouth like an AV actress, constantly stirring it with her tongue, digging into her mouth, and not even bothering to wipe the saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth. She took a strong breath, making a "puff" sound, bringing out a thin and long silk, and the fingers mixed with saliva sparkled under the light!

I think I have only imagined such a realistic AV scene in my dreams. According to my reading experience, the next step should be sexual foreplay that involves constant playing with the penis.

She lowered her head slightly, opened her little mouth and slowly dripped out some crystal saliva, which she skillfully applied on the glans over and over again. I knew this would act as a lubricant, so that the subsequent hand friction that might be too fast could bring me just the right amount of pain and pleasure. The thin threads of saliva between her five fingers formed a circle around my lower body, and she deliberately slowed down the movement and stroked it, as if to let me slowly adapt to the rhythm first.

Another female hand also reached under her skirt, slid across her snow-white and fleshy thighs, and went straight into her vagina. The index finger and ring finger carelessly pried open the two pink labia, the buttocks were slightly lifted, and the middle finger slid into a deep flesh hole without difficulty, thrusting in and out, making a shameful "gurgling" sound as if imitating making love.

Even so, she raised her head in satisfaction and played with her little mouth with both hands at the same frequency. The water brought out by the two fingers below had soaked a piece of bed sheet, which looked extremely lewd!

Her long black hair sprinkled on her chest, which was already flushed due to estrus, and mixed with the fragrant sweat stuck to her tender white neck. Her eyes were half-closed and half-open, and the corners of her eyes were a little moist as if tears of pleasure were about to flow out. Her nostrils were slightly open, and she seemed to be moaning like a dream from deep within her body. Her little mouth seemed to be very dry, and she kept licking her red lips with her tongue. Her lustful and devoted look really made people want to kiss her passionately.

The beauty was lying in bed, masturbating herself in front of me without caring about her image. But I had to resist the urge to push her down on the bed and fuck her hard, but this would only make the black rubber band at the base of my penis tighter, and the swollen and unreleasable corpus cavernosum more painful.

I couldn't help but ask in pain, "Is this really necessary, Mom?"

The beautiful mature woman who was immersed in the pleasure of masturbation couldn't help but tremble when she heard the word "Mom". "Am I dreaming now? Mom?"

"If you want it to be a dream, then it is...baby...your daydream."

"But I..."

"Don't you like mommy's body, huh? ... But baby, you have to know that we are mother and son... mother and son can't do that... If baby really does that with mommy..."

"It's incest, isn't it, Mommy...but I'm so uncomfortable because of my erection." I deliberately held the little hand that was stroking her, stood up and stretched out the shiny purple-red glans in front of my mother's pretty face, aiming at her cheek. It was only a few centimeters away from her nose. She should be able to smell how strong the whitish and shiny liquid flowing out of the urethra was, the smell of the male root that had been accumulating for a long time.

The swollen cock that had been tortured and treated unfairly was right in front of my mother's eyes. It was so swollen and still pitifully tied at the base with a ridiculous rubber band. She could lick it with such a close distance just by extending her tongue. The color of the rod is no longer the normal red, but a red-purple color with bulging veins. It is covered with white foamy unknown mucus, especially the tightened black rubber band on the root has turned white. I remember seeing that the penis will be damaged if it is congested for a long time.

But my mother stubbornly turned her head away, and disappointingly put on a dignified and loving motherly expression when educating her son, but I seemed to see a flash of desire in her eyes.

"That's to train your stamina, my dear..."

I really don't know whether her baby is talking about me or praising the hot stick in her hand.

Seeing that I was pouting with unhappiness, mother said again: "Okay... okay... baby, be good... don't be angry with mom... mom will compensate you well..." As she said that, she bent over and knelt on the bed, shaking her huge teardrop-shaped breasts. She deliberately slid over to me like a snake, twisting her soft and boneless waist and wrapping it around me. Her thighs naturally clamped my waist with her legs, making me unable to move. The mother and son were pressed together in a sitting position facing each other.

The huge, soft breasts kept rubbing against my chest. Even through the smooth fabric of her silk pajamas, I could feel the changes in the hardness of the small bumps on her chest. The pink nipples, which had become hard due to heat, scratched my nipples mischievously. My mother leaned her head on my shoulder and let out a low, pleasurable hum. I knew that this was also a sensitive point for men, but I had never dared to imagine the huge pleasure that such stimulation would bring.

The smooth touch of my upper body flesh against my skin, the skilled erotic teasing, and the pain in my lower body that made me unable to release desire made me let out a low roar like a wild beast. With such tactics from my mother, shouldn't I do anything?

I desperately grabbed those two big, soft, tear-shaped breasts with my hands. The comfortable feeling of touching them for a moment made me even more lustful. I rubbed the breasts in my palms frantically, changing them into various shapes. I reached out to take off the soft golden hoop on my lower body, then pressed her under me to my heart's content, enjoying this soft body pressed against me, and letting all ethics and morals go to hell! If this is a dream, let me vent it all out before waking up.

Just as I pulled the rubber band open a little, a soft little hand grabbed it and pulled me to continue pressing on that huge meat ball. At the same time, a red cherry mouth stuck to my lips, and said in a vague accent: "Baby, you can't do this... Do you want your mother to ignore you in the future?"

I had to endure the pain, but my mother's cute small tongue had already stretched into my mouth and started to make trouble, teasing my tongue, scraping my teeth with the soft tip of her tongue, brushing my teeth as seriously as a girl comforting her lover.

"This is a tongue kiss from mommy, do you like it, baby?"

I was immersed in my mother's intoxicating French kiss, which was obviously hypocritical. My lower body felt like being wrapped in a warm and smooth ball, which made my body tremble, but also gave me a different kind of stimulating comfort.

I tried hard to open my eyes and see, but my mother's hot, wet lips kept kissing my forehead and eyes. Her tongue licked my long eyelashes, which I inherited from my mother and made me narcissistic. Her sweet saliva and teasing tongue slid across my eyelids, making it impossible for me to open my eyes.

I took a sneak peek at the feeling of being surrounded by her lower body. I didn't know when a ball of stockings appeared on my mother's dexterous and slender hands. The black transparent stockings on her small hands were put on the rod again and again. The huge glans foreskin was pulled to the very root again and again. The stockings and the lower body rubbed lightly, and the stockings on the small hands rubbed the glans, which was another kind of slippery and different stimulation. Wrapping the rubber band, the little hands in stockings gently rubbed starting from the testicles.

The cute little cat licked my earlobes, and a few strands of hair tickled my face, making it itchy. In my ears is the seductive voice of my mother: "Mom's stockings, do you like them?"

The long-term stimulation made my lower body feel a sense of relaxation and desire to erupt. For the sake of my mother's "endurance plan" and for the dignity of men, I gritted my teeth and persevered.

The other little hand of Anlu started from the base, just like how I liked to peek at my mother putting on her stockings, and gently moved along the stem, slowly pulling up the damn rubber band. The stocking hand continued to play with the testicles in a way that I couldn't see, pinching it in his hand like an old man in the park turning a walnut, and occasionally gently pushing the small ball inside with his fingertips along the wrinkles.

With a soft "puff" sound, the damn black rubber band finally came out. The blood in my lower body, which had been engorged but had been stuck, once again rushed into the root of my penis frantically. The shaft of my penis swelled, but I didn't feel happy at all.

That terrifying hand that allowed me to enjoy the touch of stockings while feeling the warmth of my mother's palm, was no longer slow in its movements, but was getting faster and faster, stroking the erect penis up and down, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Each time, she would pull the foreskin all the way down and then pull it up again, while also using the soft flesh of the tiger's mouth to take care of every inch of the ridge, making me so happy that my brain went blank and my sperm gate was almost wide open. I didn't know my mother's hand job skills were so amazing.

"Are you not going to cum yet, little rascal? Remember to tell me when you cum... You can cum in Mommy's mouth."

Cum in mommy’s mouth… Cum! ...cum in her mouth! ……oh.

"I...can...quickly...can't hold it any longer..." I spoke intermittently, trying hard to suppress the pleasure of ejaculation.

"Baby, you can't do it now..." As if she felt the irregular beating of the cock in her hand, my mother tightened her alert little hand and gripped the shaft with two fingers to prevent me from ejaculating easily. At the same time, she slowed down the frequency to reduce the stimulation to the shaft. Then my mother looked up and gave me a seductive smile, opened her little mouth, buried her head between my legs, and satisfiedly took the cock in her mouth, sucking it with her mouth, making a "gurgling" sound. My mother's oral sex skills were also terrible. Within 5 seconds, my waist loosened and I said, "Mom... Mom... I... can't take it anymore... I'm... going to cum."

Hearing what I said, my mother's violent shaking of her head slowed down, and she tucked her hair behind her ears. She gave me a lewd look while holding my cock in her mouth, and slightly opened her mouth. Her red cherry mouth and silver teeth gently held a huge, shiny purple-black rod covered with saliva and lewd fluid. She continued to slowly stroke the cock with her mouth back and forth, looking at me with seductive eyes, as if saying to me, "Cum inside... Cum inside... Cum into the mouth of your beloved mother!"

No need to be patient! I roared, and a brilliant white light appeared before my eyes, releasing all my filthy male essence! Cum in mom's mouth!

An unprecedented heat surged down my spine. This stimulation made me shiver uncontrollably. I grabbed a handful of the bed sheet as if possessed by a ghost. The bed sheet felt warm, wet and sticky where I touched it, making my hands slippery as well. This heat was from the place where my mother's buttocks sat when she gave me a blowjob just now. Then, are all these water in my hands the sweet sweat and vaginal fluid secreted by my mother?

At the beginning, my mother took my cock deep into her mouth. Because she had been holding back for too long, I ejaculated too violently and I felt it had entered the deepest part of her throat. She seemed to be choked and spit out some of the shaft, but she was still sucking my glans desperately. The amount of semen I ejaculated was too much for her small mouth to contain. Some thick white semen flowed out of the corners of her mouth, but she was still sucking so hard that her cheeks were squeezed together, tightening and loosening, and were somewhat deformed. I endured the intense pleasure and gently stroked my mother's smooth hair, like stroking a well-behaved kitten. My mother also looked at me with a look that seemed to say, "You still have a conscience."

The waves of pleasure made me feel a little sleepy.

With his eyes closed, he enjoyed the pleasure that finally came from a long period of endurance, gently stroking his mother's black and smooth hair, playfully entwining her hair with his fingers.

"Sexy Xiaoming, you shot a lot. Do you feel comfortable now? Do you like your mother's service? Or, should we do it again?"

The first time I opened my tired eyes, I saw a face with a wicked smile, an open little mouth full of white semen, and a few drops of semen on the face and hair. However, this pretty face full of lust is not the mother I am familiar with. "Aunt Leilei!?"

Chapter Two: The spring dream leaves no trace?

I suddenly woke up from my dream, feeling extremely sleepy, especially my waist was a little sore. I reached out my hand unconsciously, but there was no warmth or beauty around me, and the bed sheets were not clean either.

The dazzling sunlight outside the window mercilessly told me, welcome back to the real world.

"Is this a erotic dream?" I squinted my eyes and recalled the wonderful dream I had just had. How could I dream about my mother? It's really strange. Although I have always thought that my mother's body is very beautiful and I can never get enough of looking at it, this is the first time I have dreamed of doing that kind of thing. It is also the first time I have had an erotic dream, and the person I had sex with in the dream was actually my own mother. Anyone would find it funny. How could I have such obscene thoughts about my own mother? Fortunately it was just a dream.

"It turned out to be just a dream."

There is some inexplicable sour feeling in my heart, and a little bit of loss?

Huh? Why does my stomach feel cold?

Looking at the wet underwear he had taken off, he held it in his hand and smiled bitterly.

"It's time to eat, baby." At this time, a beautiful woman suddenly pushed the door and came into my room.

We stared at each other awkwardly for a long time, and I forgot that I was still stupidly holding the wet underwear that still smelled of semen!

"Mom!" Seeing the sexual object that I had just fantasized about in my dream suddenly appear alive, and in such an embarrassing situation, my mind was still recalling my mother's obscene words in the dream. The small penis that had just softened suddenly swelled up again rapidly, standing upright and trembling, and a sudden little tent was erected on the flat quilt.

My mother suddenly exclaimed "Ah" in surprise, and then immediately closed her mouth in alertness. His face gradually turned red. "You just did... that... Hurry up and get up and go eat... You have to go to school soon."

God knows how my mother could say so much in one breath in such a situation. As she spoke, she seemed to have a fever. She gently covered her flushed face, forgot to even close the door, and ran away.

I looked at my mother's unnatural blushing face as she walked out, her hurried steps, her plump buttocks, and her waist that was well-maintained like a young girl - her twisting yet natural exuding of maternal charm, a little demented.

When I looked down and saw the big bump on the quilt, I suddenly realized that Mom didn’t have a cold (of course, her face wouldn’t turn red if she had a cold early in the morning). Her face turned red only because she noticed this.

Thinking back to the embarrassing situation just now, I couldn't help but rub the still hard cock a few times in the bed, not knowing whether to scold it or myself: "It's all your fault!"

My name is Wang Yangming, not Shouren. I am just a junior high school student living in the 21st century. Gender: male, likes females. Well...actually I like collecting all kinds of AVs, this strange habit originated from when I was a child and I went to my classmate's house and secretly found a pornographic videotape and started watching it. Since then, as I grew older, I became interested in matters between men and women, and slowly and eagerly read all kinds of pictures and texts, and understood what pubic area, abalone, anus, buds, bun-shaped hole, goat intestines and muddy roads are, and I became more curious.

I have been without a father since I was a child. My mother said he died in an accident when I was very young. But as I grew older, I began to doubt whether what my mother said was true, because I had never seen a photo of him since I was a child, and I never went to sweep his grave during the Qingming Festival every year.

I remember when I was very young, I asked my dearest Aunt Leilei, "Other children have fathers, where is my father?" But Aunt Leilei never said anything. She just smiled and held me in her arms, rubbing my little face with her soft and comfortable chest.

Am I a miracle of life?

My mother, Zhang Jiahe, is 31 years old this year.

My mother and I are a single man and a single woman, no, we are an orphan and a widow, living in a house in the suburbs. I remember that since I can remember, we rarely had guests at home. Only my mother's good friend, Aunt Leilei, would come to see us every weekend and buy me a lot of toys. My mother told me that Aunt Leilei lived in the most expensive wealthy community in the city. Aunt Leilei kept persuading my mother to go to her company to help, but my mother always turned down the offer, saying that her current job was her lifelong dream.

My mother is a designer and works in a corporate office. Every day I saw her wearing a black or gray slim-fitting OL business suit with a short skirt and stockings of various colors and textures on her long beautiful legs. She would drive the Volkswagen Beetle that Aunt Leilei gave to my mother to take me to school.

Now that I think about it, my mom always said that I was more obsessed with her stockings than with her.

She has a strong sexual interest. Every time she masturbates me while wearing stockings, I always feel that I ejaculate faster than usual. This may be the seed of sexual enlightenment that she accidentally discovered at that time.

This was not the first time this happened to my underwear, so I just stuffed it under the bed and went downstairs to eat.

When I went downstairs, I was still a little nervous, wondering what kind of expression my mother would have waiting for me.

As a result, I didn't even have the chance to observe his expression from the side, I only saw a busy back.

My mother was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I could smell the tempting aroma of her frying my favorite poached eggs.

When my mother is at home, she is not like when she is at work, with exquisite makeup and impeccable taste in clothes. ———Perhaps a person’s true character can only be seen when he is truly relaxed.

When she is at home, my mother is careless and a little sloppy. She pays great attention to maintenance but not to dressing herself up. She often dresses carelessly or even a little sloppily. However, she is about 1.65 meters tall, has delicate and cute facial features without makeup, and has a naive smile like a girl that is not usually seen in girls of my mother's age. She also has 32D proud big breasts that girls don't have. As a result, I think my mother looks good in whatever clothes she wears. How should I put it? She has her own unique flavor. (When I grew up, I realized that was a kind of sexiness)

I heard from Aunt Leilei that my mother studied dance when she was in college and won a place in school.

My mother was evasive about this matter and didn't want to talk about it in detail. She just smiled, touched my hair and said that it was all in the past.

In any case, this also made me understand the curiosity about women and the definition of "sexiness" since I entered puberty, oh no, it was since I came into contact with various "textbooks" about gender knowledge. Moreover, I am often amazed by the sexy outfits that my mother inadvertently reveals, and I am satisfied with the sight of the top mature women (that's what the books say), which brings me visual pleasure.

Now, the early morning light penetrates through the kitchen window and falls on my mother's body like a thin layer of soft gold.

I looked at my mother's busy back and suddenly felt very far away from her. This feeling made me uncomfortable, so I shook my head to collect my chaotic thoughts. I suddenly felt that I had never realized before that a woman busy in front of the kitchen could be so graceful and charming, like a goddess whose purity was amazing bathing in the sun.

The casual homely outfit has a touching beauty when worn by mother.

The top is a short, tight-waisted grey cotton tank top. In the kitchen smoke, the skin on her back is as smooth as white jade. Her black hair with a hint of chestnut is casually tied into a hairpin at the back of her head, revealing the elegant and slender lines of the back of her neck. The line of sight follows the deep spinal line under the back of her neck downwards. A pair of tight grey cotton sports shorts just covers her plump, hemispherical buttocks. Under the round curve, from the two slender and toned thighs maintained by regular exercise to the equally well-maintained smooth and delicate heels, the tight thigh muscles reflect a healthy, white and smooth brightness under the sunlight.

The mother wore gray MUJI clothes, which exuded a youthful, casual and lazy sexiness. She did not look like a mother of a turbulent teenager entering puberty at all.

The tight gray shorts were made of soft cotton and were obviously not very fitting. As my mother moved, the tender white skin on her waist caught my eyes. The waistband was a little wet with sweat from exercise, and the beautiful shape of my mother's butt was tightly outlined. There was no trace of the edge of the thong, huh? Mom is not wearing any underwear?

What surprised me even more was that I found a bulging piece of flesh under my butt. Was that the plump vagina of a mature woman?

How could I have such obscene thoughts, especially when the target was my mother. I suddenly felt my throat dry. Is this what a woman is like? Mom's body has never been more beautiful.

After a few years, I have experienced a lot, and when I think of this day, I always feel that people do not grow old slowly, but grow up in an instant.

It was ridiculous, just like what was described in the clichéd erotic novels, when I realized that for the first time in 16 years I discovered the already existing fact that my beautiful mother was an attractive mature woman, and I thought of the scene in my dream just now where I saw my mother gasping for breath and thirsting for sex, my glans swelled uncontrollably in my loose shorts.

Mom twisted her waist busily, humming an unknown cheerful little tune. There were faint dark stains on the back of her vest, the waistband of her pants, and between her buttocks. It was probably because she was sweating from the yoga exercises she had just learned from TV. After she finished her routine, she went to wake me up, but...

I thought of the erotic dream I had just woken up from, and my lower body couldn't help but become erect again.

Mom raised her arm to wipe the sweat off her forehead, then she put the fried eggs on the plate.

Looking at the few strands of black hair around my mother's ears sticking to her face, with a doting smile on her face. Somewhere deep in my heart, a warm current surged up as if it was touched: "Mom, let me help you."

"You can't even fry an egg, you can only eat it. Just sit there and wait for your meal."

I had to sit back awkwardly. Actually, I couldn't stand up either, as that would make it even more embarrassing if the front of my pants were seen.

I sat at the dining table with a look of discontent and helplessness on my face, eating bread and eggs absent-mindedly, looking at my mother opposite me from time to time. My mother was wearing a pair of rimless glasses with black temples, reading the newspaper seriously, occasionally picking up a glass of milk beside her and taking a sip, and using chopsticks to fork a fried sausage to her mouth and eating it in small bites. Her cute little cat mouth seemed to be reciting something from time to time.

I saw that there seemed to be some residual milk at the corners of my mother's mouth, and I couldn't help but think of some dirty things.

My mother took only a small bite of the sausage and left it at the corner of her mouth. This scene made me imagine a lot - in the dream, my mother was biting my big purple-red glans and smiling foolishly, with saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth... I laughed evilly.

When my mother looked up and saw my silly and dazed expression, she thought of the big bulge on the bed sheet she saw in her son's bedroom that morning. She couldn't help but feel her face flushed a little, and then pretended to be angry: "Why don't you eat? You keep looking at your mother."

I was stunned and blurted out, "Mommy is so beautiful...Mommy is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." After saying that, I cursed myself for saying such a straightforward and idiotic thing.

Women really like to hear compliments. My mother was so angry at my answer that she laughed, but she still pretended to be teaching her, "You little brat are so slick-tongued. You've learned to talk about women at such a young age... Alas... I'm old, and I can't compare to you young people."

I saw the little pride hidden deep in my mother's eyes, and thought that if she knew what I was thinking just now, she would probably beat me half to death immediately.

"How could that be? In my heart, mom will always be young and invincible."

My mother said angrily, "You talk to your female classmates in school in the same way."

"They are young." I replied heartlessly.

"So you mean mom is very old?"

I looked at my mother's cute pouting face pretending to be angry, and could only giggle.

My mother finished her meal quickly and went into the house to change clothes. From inside the house, she urged me to finish my meal quickly and change clothes to go to school.

It's like this every time. I don't know when it started, but I always eat slowly on purpose. As soon as my mother comes into the room, I go back to the room, get dressed quickly, and then sit at the dining table and continue to eat slowly.

Because this is the happiest time every morning when I feel like I am the happiest. I watch my mother wearing various professional suits, putting on makeup in front of the mirror at the door, and sometimes posing in various styles, while she asks me without turning her head, "Does this look good on me, Mom?" Every time I just hope to see my mother caressing her beautiful legs and adjusting her stockings as soon as possible. I am full of anticipation and can only nod my head vigorously to express my agreement.

The sound of footsteps behind me, the sweet scent in the air, and my mother's bright and cheerful smile indicate a day full of energy.

The first thing I noticed as usual was my mother's two beautiful legs. The stockings on her beautiful legs today were really different from usual, but I couldn't tell why. The black, thin and shiny velvet silk material, paired with my favorite standard OL suit, is a living uniform temptation.

I looked at my mother's beautiful silhouette as she dressed in front of the mirror at the door. Her two slender and well-proportioned legs were wrapped in delicate black stockings under her black professional skirt, and her thighs were strangely shiny. The cock in his shorts grew bigger involuntarily, rubbing against the hard fabric of his jeans, which was uncomfortable.

"Oh, Mom, I suddenly have a stomachache. You go downstairs and wait for me." I avoided my mother's suspicious eyes, pretended not to hear the old tune of "A lazy donkey has to work so hard" behind me, concealed my embarrassing physiological reaction, and trotted into the bathroom with my back bent.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I immediately locked the door, took off my shorts, and took out my swollen penis, while thinking about the beautiful legs in stockings I had just seen, recalling the unfinished sex battle scene in my dream, and imagining a long-haired beauty and I in this small space, she holding the wall with her hands, trying to raise her sexy little butt, shaking it coquettishly, arousing my desire, and welcoming my more and more intense insertions.

While stroking my thick, long, swollen penis, the usually blurry face of the hot girl in my imagination gradually became clearer and clearer, and finally overlapped with my mother's face. With my imagination and the stimulating pleasure of raping my own beautiful mother in the bathroom, I reached the peak of pleasure before ejaculation, and I unconsciously murmured in my heart, "Oh Mommy... I want to fuck you... I... want..."

The source of sin spurted out streams of thick, white and dirty obscene fluid. I leaned against the cold tiles of the bathroom, breathing heavily, feeling a surge of guilt. How could I have such obscene thoughts, using my own beautiful mother as the object of my fantasy sex? This is not allowed by ethics and morality. Am I really an immoral person? Are we born with this bad seed? But I really respect my beloved mother. It’s been so many years... and... Mom would be very comfortable that way... What are you thinking about, Wang Yangming!

My mind was getting more and more confused, and then I heard my mother yelling at me: "You little brat, you're dead in the bathroom. If you don't come out, I'm going to be late for work."

I hurriedly stuffed the tools back into my pants, and kept pulling out toilet paper to wipe off the thick white semen on the floor tiles. While destroying the evidence, I responded, "I'll be right out!"

Sitting comfortably in the passenger seat, I could see that my mother looked unhappy.

"Our young master is finally willing to go out."

My mother said this in an unpleasant tone, and I could only smile awkwardly. Look down along my mother's thighs. The black stockings tightly wrapped around the beautiful legs, I thought they were just ordinary special stockings just now, but now I find I was wrong.

In the sunlight, the black stockings on my mother's thighs sparkled with broken stars like the Milky Way in the middle of the night, and the black stockings on her calves, which were slightly flesh-colored, looked both seductive and mysterious. Below the graceful curve from the calf to the ankle is a pair of black crocodile leather pointed high heels that glow brightly. From time to time, when I stepped on the gears, a fascinating bloody red color flashed before my eyes.

I stared at it with some curiosity.

But my mother suddenly leaned close to my ear and sniffed like a kitten, "Hey... our family has grown up and knows how to spray cologne."

The mature woman's body exudes a faint scent of orange blossom mixed with the sweet fragrance from her mouth. My mother's orchid-like breath in my ear makes my ears itchy and my face hot.

"No... I didn't use anything."

"You smell so good today." Mom leaned on my shoulder and sniffed greedily.

"Mom, look at the car in front." I said hurriedly.

It seemed as if my mother finally reacted and a blush appeared on her face. She turned away gracefully, drove with a cold and rosy face and stopped talking to me. This also makes it convenient for me to greedily enjoy the view of my mother's sexy legs in stockings without any scruples along the way.

Until we got off the bus, all I could see was my mother's rosy face. I had no choice but to take my eyes off her beautiful pair of stockings, picked up my schoolbag, got off the bus and walked into the school gate, forgetting even to say "Goodbye, Mommy". I didn't even notice that my mother's two legs in stockings were rubbing slightly and unnaturally under her short skirt.