The sex life of the slut Huishan and her son (family incest adult novel)

Women always close their eyes when making love, because women make love with the feeling of their bodies, not with their eyes. The friction of a man's penis in her vagina can be more sexually arousing than the appearance of the penis itself. When she closed her eyes, her mind focused on the feeling of being loved when having sex with a man. This is different from men, where vision trumps all else. His penis would become erect as soon as he saw a woman's bare breasts.

However, on this round bed, Huishan always kept her eyes open when making love with her son. There was a large mirror hanging on the ceiling, like a movie screen, showing the entire process of her son fiddling with her on the bed.

She didn't understand why her son hung a large mirror on the ceiling. If she hadn't been lying on the bed, she wouldn't have noticed the purpose of the mirror. She never asked her son why there was a mirror installed on the ceiling of the bedroom that reflected the view from the bed.

My son is used to having sex with the man on top and the woman on the bottom, and he happened to be facing away from the mirror. He would rather see it directly and touch his woman's skin with his own hands. Visually, men always have the advantage to enjoy the women's body. He didn't see in the mirror how passionate and exciting the lovemaking scene was. Everything was commanded by him. He used what he thought was the appropriate amount of deep and shallow thrusts, and rhythmic caresses to accurately control the sensitive areas of his woman's body, like a great chef controlling the heat to just the right degree. Then, together with his woman, they threw themselves into the fire of desire and brought their blood to boiling point.

When Huishan found this mirror in her son's bedroom, she was bewitched by it and associated it with the scene of sex. She seemed to be possessed by the mirror; even before she took off her clothes, she could be seen lying naked in it. The space between the open thighs creates an expectation of love. For a long time there was only one person by her side, covering her nakedness and having easy access to her.

Later, after she became the hostess of this bedroom, she changed the furnishings and layout of the bedroom, putting in a large wardrobe to hang the new clothes she bought for herself and her son.

Huishan also asked her son's opinion out of politeness because he was the male host. What he cares about is having a bed that is big enough and comfortable enough, and the mattress must be elastic. When he likes to press down, of course, he presses on his woman's body, which will have a rebound force, bouncing the woman's body towards him. In this way, he will spend less effort and can reach the end of the vagina. So, as long as there is a bed, don't affect their sex life, don't interfere with anything else, and let the mother use her mind. Huishan left the bed and the mirror where they were.

Huishan enjoyed their bed, which supported her body evenly. The fabric of the designer pajamas she was wearing rubbed against the sheets, like a pair of gentle and considerate hands caressing her skin. When her son's weight slowly pressed down on her, she would feel that the skin of the two bodies were fitting together, as if they had become one person. Especially her son's penis could easily penetrate her little pussy and be slowly swallowed up inside her. This is the feeling a woman longs for, of being connected to a man. He gave it to her easily.

The fullness in her vagina and the wriggling of the penis are the best rewards she gets for keeping this man. When she remembers that she can't think of any brand of high-heeled shoes she has not worn, she would rather have this penis in her body to give her the real feeling of owning this man. At least, while it was still inside her, she had the right to say that the thing and its owner were hers.

She paid attention to the position of the mirror on the ceiling so that the love-making process could be reflected from different angles. She wanted to see her son pressing her down and kissing her, and kissing her breasts, belly button and crotch. When her son opened her labia and licked it with his tongue, she wanted to see the folds in her labia and the love juice dripping down, just like her son.

Then, the buttocks are lifted, thrust in and out, rising and falling. After making love, I hugged her, kissed her, teased her nipples, and in the warmth of love, caressed each other and gradually fell asleep.

In the hazy state of being half awake and half asleep, she saw her son's handsome face in the mirror, his smile to her, his lustful eyes, his well-proportioned body. In fact, he should have been in another woman's arms, but he was sleeping on her naked chest. She needed these feelings to face the future for her and her son.

The son didn't care whether his mother squinted her eyes during sex. He had slept with many women and found that there was one thing that was different between his mother and other women when having sex: her eyes were open and she was looking up at the ceiling. Maybe the son thought that his mother always opened her eyes when having sex, or maybe he was only concerned with enjoying his mother's body and drawing his pleasure from her. According to him, this was his way of instilling happiness in her.

The fact that his mother did not completely close her eyes did not hinder his desire to make love. What he needs is for his woman to have a reaction to sex, such as moaning, an expression of enjoying sex on her face, holding his shoulders tightly, and telling him how powerful his thrusts are when he thrusts, making her feel like she can't live without him.

That was not an act; Huishan was definitely enjoying being loved, having her nipples kissed, fondled, and covered in her son's warm body. Her clitoris felt waves of pleasure, which she had fought for. Since she was in a position to be manipulated by her son, she could do whatever he wanted and let him do it, so she released herself and immersed herself in the endless pleasure reflected in the mirror. She didn't just rely on her feeling, she needed to see with her own eyes a bird's-eye view of the scene, to bring herself to the sky and see the various positions of intercourse between herself and her son.

The first time she saw herself naked in bed embracing her son, her son's hands exploring the various sexual responses in her body, she thought it was an ingenious design. When her son began to kiss her, she had already closed her eyes, not daring to look. It's partly due to unfamiliarity, and partly due to shame. While her son was pinching her nipples and teasing her labia with the tip of his tongue, she saw his figure through her squinting eyes. Her smooth and firm buttocks were raised and circling in the air. She asked herself the most serious question in her life: Is this what I really want to do?

The son had already made clear his requirements: when having sex with her, her body must be completely exposed and she would not be allowed to cover any part of her body. The reason he gave was that he had maintained such a good figure that it would be a waste if he didn't let others see it. His ultimate goal is to completely possess her body. The only way to get her body was to expose her completely and insert her genitals into her body.

He has no intention of breeding. Sexual intercourse was a way he felt was appropriate to express his love for his mother. What does it mean that the mother can comply with her son's request and be naked in front of him, whether he asks her to take off her clothes herself or he takes them off for her? The mother's body is no longer her own, but belongs to her son.

The son wanted his mother to expose herself for him, and further on, the ultimate goal was to have sex. What the son wanted was to get sexual satisfaction from her body. Huishan sacrificed her looks, opened her legs to let her son enter her body, and tried her best to keep her son on the bed. What was she pursuing? Isn't it for the sake of beauty?

The two worms twisted together, wriggling and gasping. She could see clearly every movement of her son pressing her down, kissing her, and caressing her. She saw how her son worshipped her breasts, holding the two soft lumps of flesh in his hands and kissing and caressing them at will.

The nipple was in her son's mouth, which he sucked constantly and bit gently with his teeth, which made her feel a little painful. When she cried out "ouch", she saw a blush on her face. She saw her legs wrapped around her son's thighs, wrapping around him tightly like a snake. She felt that her son's posture, with his body bent, buttocks raised and intertwined with her, was very graceful, as beautiful as a shot in a movie by the master photographer Hamilton.

Therefore, the mirror hanging from the ceiling above would not be an idea in the interior design. Even when Huishan was not having sex, she would look up at the mirror. Some nights, her son would come home late. No matter how busy he was at work, he would call Huishan to tell her when he would be back and tell her in advance whether he wanted to have sex that night so that she could prepare for it. My son is also very particular about his requirements when it comes to bed. He will specify how he wants her to dress and what the atmosphere in the bedroom should be like. Of course Huishan can do it.

The requirement to notify in advance before having sex is a rare agreement between cohabiting couples. Huishan also has the right to express her sexual needs, and her son cannot refuse. Huishan may be in the mood to make love two or three times in one night, but she also has to restrain herself.

Huishan knew her own limitations and there was no way she could resist her son's kiss on her firm breasts. However, after her son ejaculated, his penis slipped out of her vagina, and Huishan turned her back to her son. No matter how long he kissed the back of her neck or rubbed her nipples until they were as hard as rocks, Huishan just wouldn't open her legs. She knew in her heart that she had to use her body sparingly, for fear that her son would get tired of it.

Huishan is a sophisticated woman who knows how to win the favor of a young man. When he loves you, he will wait until tomorrow night. She used her body as capital in exchange for her son's love and provision for her. In terms of material life, women are often kept by men. Huishan’s weakness is that she lost her virginity because she accepted the material benefits given to her by her son, which puts her at a disadvantage. The marriage with her son, who was not of the same generation, left her with no room for bargaining. The only thing she could rely on was that her son still respected her as a mother. She had to make her son understand that his sexual desire was not out of control.

Huishan's thoughts were self-deception. She certainly didn't know when her lust had gotten out of control. She sometimes regretted having sex with her son so easily. The game of mutual seduction had only just begun when she had already orgasmed in front of her son. After she cursed herself, she also cursed the mirror, which had captured her soul.

When she saw herself in the mirror, her son came close to her, kissed her neck, and unzipped her dress. Her whole body went limp, and she threw herself into her son's arms like a little girl, and both she and her son fell on the bed. Then, all the clothes on her son were quickly taken off, not without her help. In this way, she lay naked in front of her son, allowing him to admire her. His son's hand slid from her shoulder blade along the curve of her body.

She heard exclamations she hadn't heard for a long time.

How could she lose her identity and status as a mother and become her son's woman overnight? That night, they had been sizing each other up the entire night and had already crossed the line in their thoughts. Huishan realized that she was at a disadvantage from the beginning. As soon as she entered her son's house, she realized that her son had used his imagination to strip her naked. She smelled temptation in the air and wondered how her son would find an excuse to get close to her and kiss her. She knew it would not be difficult for her son to take off her clothes because she was already mentally naked in front of him. And all this was within her expectations, except that her son was not a man.

Before her son touched her body, a feeling of being stripped already spread over her skin. It was her son's eyes that made her believe that she was already completely naked in front of her son. Clairvoyance isn't just the province of "ESP" or infrared high-tech. Every pair of lustful men's eyes have the ability to see through the fabric of women's clothes and see the figure of the woman he wants.

She asked her son why he was staring at her like that all night?

He said, "Do you realize now that I look at you this way?"

Huishan asked, "What is your intention in taking me home?"

The son said, "Mom, why don't you add the word 'illegitimate' to describe what I was thinking?"

Huishan said, "It's better for you to admit it. I've seen that you have bad intentions. You deliberately created romance. If I were another girl, I would have slept with you a long time ago, right? Don't you regard me as your mother? Tell me, there are so many women, why would you want to go after your mother? I shouldn't be considered as your target for sex."

He said: "Because you are also a woman, but not an ordinary woman, you are a mother that I admire. I think it is an honor to conquer such a noble mother like you. Sorry, the word "conquer" is well-intentioned.

I make it a goal in my life to get you. There is another reason. I feel it is my responsibility to take care of you, to make sure you live in a better place and dress better. I can give all the goodies to the women I want to have a long-term relationship with, so why not give them to the one I really love? Of course, there needs to be an attraction that I can't resist, which makes me sure that my target is you. So, I admit that I wanted to seduce you. "Hui Shan said: "You haven't told me yet, what are you thinking about? ”

The son said, "I will tell you only if you promise not to run away." Huishan paused and nodded in agreement. The son said, "I am tired of the life of hunting for women and want to change."

Huishan said, "What does that have to do with me?"

The son said, "You gave me that feeling. I have a wishful thinking, and I've said it before. Why should I chase after other women when the woman I want most is right in front of me. If I can get mom as my woman, I've already got everything I could possibly want from a woman. So, I started dating you with this goal in mind. Yes, I had this motive from the beginning. You readily agreed to go on a date with me and spent Valentine's Day with me. You didn't reject this romantic tone, and after that, I never paid attention to other women and was wholeheartedly with you."

"Do you mean that you want your mother to cook and wash clothes for you?" Huishan said, looking towards her son's bedroom. Said to him, "You don't have no other women. I can tell if you are lying as soon as I see your room."

When I pushed the door open, I saw a large round bed in the center. Huishan walked in, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked up. The mirror reflected her breasts and deep cleavage that were about to burst out from her low V-neckline.

The son stood in front of her and said to her, "Mom, do you like it? Is the mattress firm enough? I believe it is very suitable for us to sleep on it and make love. This apartment is bought for you, and the room is also designed for you. If you like it, this bed is yours, and the apartment is yours too. The only condition is that you let me sleep with you."

Huishan was stunned by her son's straightforward words. She expected her son to make some provocative moves first, such as getting close to her under certain pretexts, touching her body, or even asking for kisses and caresses. If you don't hate it, you'll accept it. She even expected her son to put his hand under her skirt, and she could still escape as long as he didn't strip her naked. Now, Huishan could only change the subject temporarily and said, "How many girls have you slept with in this bed? Tell me honestly."

The son said, "Mom, do you mind how many women there are? If you tell me you are jealous of them, I will count them one by one. And report to you in detail how I made love with them in bed. However, you know better than anyone how important they are to me. Since I came back, there is only one woman in my heart. Do you know who she is?" His breath was like a breeze blowing on Huishan's bare shoulders, making Huishan feel a chill, penetrating under her skirt, between her slightly open thighs, and seeping into her bones.

Huishan was alert that things were developing faster than she had imagined. She began to doubt her own ability to concentrate. The presence of a young man would make her feel fulfilled in life, but at the same time it would make her lose her direction. By dating her son a few nights a week, she has already accepted his promise to her in action. He said he wanted to make her a happy woman and that he could give her all the vanity a woman wanted - a house, a car, a ring and love.

Huishan wanted to know how many lovers her son had, but she said, "Your past is none of my business!"

But the son rushed to say: "Don't lie to yourself, do you mind."

Huishan said: "Would a mother mind how many lovers her son has? I just care about my son's life."

The son said, "But I don't mind who you are? Because, I feel that if I have to depend on one woman for my life, that woman should be... you."

The son said, "Mom, you have to believe in love. Without love, we can't be together. It's cute for you to dress up nicely and go out with me, but it's not annoying for you to go to the bathroom without clothes. Think about it, we will live together like this, and all my things will be yours - the house and the car. And this diamond ring. Let me put it on your finger as a guarantee of my love for you."

Huishan believed in love too much, which left her with a blank emotional life. Having a son who dates her every week makes her reconsider love, but she must give love a new definition - is the need for each other's presence between mother and son a kind of love? Huishan was confused by the thought that he should believe in love even though she had never held his hand or kissed him.

However, every date seemed like a date between mother and son, or like a free and unrestrained stroll between lovers, and the suspense aroused was finally concluded with a ring. Her son was waiting. Huishan looked up, smiled at him, stretched out her hand and said to him, "Give it to me and let me see it." But the son held her hand and put the ring on her. She pulled her hand away from her son's tightly clenched hand and took a closer look at the ring. It was indeed shining brightly. The son said, "Mom, what do you think? Can you accept it?"

Huishan nodded. Her son sat next to her and put his hands on her shoulders. Huishan felt that she should move closer to her son. Her son whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to take off your clothes for you?" Huishan was too embarrassed to say no. The son carefully unzipped her dress and unhooked her bra. Pulling the sleeves down from her arms, Huishan's beautiful breasts were revealed. The son said, "Mom, your figure is better than I thought, and your skin is smoother than many young girls. When we make love next time, you have to show me everything." Then he kissed her shoulders, the crook of her neck, her back, and the outside of her breasts.

Huishan helped to take off her bra and skirt that were blocking him from kissing her breasts. She crossed her arms over her chest and squeezed her breasts to make them look fuller. The son gently caressed her breasts and her bare thighs. Huishan now has nothing on her body except a jewel necklace and a dazzling diamond ring on her finger. The necklace is a birthday gift, and the ring is a token of love.

The son stood up and took off his clothes.

Huishan lowered her head and said, "You said you wanted to make love, is that true?"

The son said, "Even if we don't do it tonight, we will do it sooner or later, right? If you are shy, we can caress each other first, and then we can do it when you think you can have sex with me."

Huishan looked up and saw in the mirror her son touching her sensitive parts, kissing her on the lips, and stroking her face. All I hear are sweet words about how much I love her.

She told herself that this bold choice might be right. She opened her arms, hugged her son, and pressed her nipples against his chest. The son said, "Mom, are you mine now?" Huishan did not answer, but just raised her face to receive a kiss from her son. The son then took advantage of the situation and pressed on her. She saw that the man who was about to penetrate her body by using his tongue to open the door was the one she loved.

The son was busy kissing her and caressing her, but he didn't bother to enter her. Her son's flustered behavior made her suspect that his so-called romantic history was fabricated. Or maybe there was something different about having sex with his mother that prevented him from penetrating straight away. But Huishan only used her fingers to hold her son's cock, and then she found the direction, drove it straight in, and filled her up. The vaginal walls verified her imagined shape and size. The two lumps of flesh on her upper body and the other two lumps of flesh on her lower body were pressed several times in her son's hands, comparing which one was firmer and which one was more elastic.

Huishan smiled knowingly, she believed her son was satisfied. Then the son held her buttocks and wanted to go deeper. But her uterus had been pushed to the limit and could not be squeezed in any further. That's a good sign. Huishan already knew that as long as she wrapped her legs around her son, it would be as if he was entering a virgin's vagina.

After making love, the son hugged Huishan tightly like a baby, making it hard for her to breathe. She snuggled in her son's arms. Is this what it means to become one? Huishan thought that the two naked bodies in the mirror were well-proportioned and a good match.

The son said, "Mom, not only do you look better than I thought, you also make love better than I thought. Everything is great. We are already together, so don't be afraid, just give yourself to me. I will make love with you every night, take you with me when I go on business trips, travel around the world with you when I have time, buy you designer clothes, the most expensive jewelry, and perfume, all as long as you are willing to be my woman. After making love, I already know that you are willing, and tomorrow I will send someone to bring your things over for you."

Her son's words were so tactful that Huishan melted in his arms. But she stroked her son's chest with her fingertips and said, "You have said these words to so many women. I don't mind your past. But you must promise me to treat me well. Don't let me know how many women you have hidden outside. Because, in fact, we have already been married. I am a loyal woman who lives only for one man. If you lie to me, lie to the end. Do you know? It is very painful for your mother to stay alone with you. I would rather you never give me those things and make me feel that you love me. Do you understand?"

"I won't, my suspicious mother. Believe me." The son smiled at her and confirmed his promise with a deep kiss. Huishan was still not used to kissing so deeply with the man who was her son before they went to bed, and her son's tongue was still unable to enter her mouth and taste her saliva. But she understood that tomorrow night, when her son came back, she would do her duty as his woman and give him such a kiss on her own initiative. To get his repeated assurances that he only loves her.

Which woman is not suspicious? Huishan knows men's hearts very well and is sure that this is what a man does when he wants to get a woman. But she would not believe that her son only needed her as a woman. What her son wanted from her was a stable relationship and the consideration and obedience that a mature woman could give him.

Huishan accepted all the promises made by her son, for the sake of all the benefits promised to her by her son. Having experienced the vicissitudes of life, I am glad to have such a home and a shoulder to lean on. She would rather wait for a man to come back to her every night, and according to his instructions, wear sexy tulle nightgown and panties, apply the perfume and necklace she bought for her, and welcome him to her bed.

It was too easy for Huishan to please a man. Especially since the man was her son, she knew his personality very well, and it was to some extent due to her indulgence. She only had to do what a woman should do, pose in various seductive postures in bed, and win her son's praise, love and all material supplies.

"Mom, that's it. I like it." This is what her son often said before entering her. They were lovers in bed, and her son did what men and women do. However, her son still treated her as his mother, an identity Huishan tried hard to maintain, although, most of the time, she was his mistress.

Huishan felt conflicted because she was trying her best to maintain her son's interest in her body. As long as her son is still interested in touching her thighs, kissing her, and telling her he wants to have sex with her, she will feel at ease. Huishan would have expected that men were born polygamous, and her son was no exception.

However, her consolation is a wardrobe filled with designer clothes, high heels and handbags purchased when she and her son traveled around the world. The jewel necklaces she wore became more and more precious, and she wore the finest French perfume. She has several platinum credit cards given to her by her son, and she can use them whenever she wants. This is the easiest thing a man can provide to his woman.

Tired from visiting the company, Huishan returned home and lay on the bed waiting for her son to come back. She would look at her naked body in the mirror, put herself in her son's shoes, and see what was beautiful and sexy about herself. She thought her figure was just average.

She gradually came to believe that there was only one reason why her son fell in love with her and was obsessed with her: her son was a mother-crazy man.

She felt that she had a narcissistic quirk, which was caused by her own reflection in the mirror. When frequent sex became less frequent, even on some nights when there were no phone calls and people came home late, she would still lie in bed, making the best preparations for a sex scene that might not happen.

She gradually realized that the real purpose of the mirror was to be seen by the woman below. Let a woman see how her man makes love to her, and when he has not come back yet, imagine that her hand is her son's thick and hard thing, inserting into, digging in, and pulling out in the dark, slippery wall of the cave.

She wanted to close her eyes and let her son's face appear, smiling at her, kissing her on the lips, and whispering in her ear: "Mom, this is it, I like it. I'm... coming now!"

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