The mother of a wealthy family (family incest adult novel)

I was outside the bathroom door, stroking my lower body non-stop, thinking about my mother's body taking a bath inside. The steam from the bathroom and the scent of shower gel came out through the gap in the exhaust vent under the door. Even though I squatted on the ground greedily, I couldn't see anything.

Listening to the sound of flushing, the water flows from the hair and face to the breasts, and continues down from the cleavage to the pubic hair, and then condenses into a stream at the vagina, running along the inner thighs. The drops of water slide over the thighs and calves, and finally stop on the instep for a moment before flowing into the drain.

The house is located in the high-end residential area of ​​Tianmu. It is a twelve-story building, and the house is a building within the building. The whole house is full of European classical atmosphere and there are works of art everywhere.

My father is a financial actuary and often has to travel abroad to visit clients.

The second floor is my mother's and my room. After every shower, my mother would come out wrapped in a bath towel, not wrapped tightly, leaving her breasts half covered. When she walked, some water dripped onto her buttocks. As her hips twisted, I, hiding in the corner, got even more excited.

Although the family seemed happy, the mother had long been at odds with the father. It was not only because of work issues, but most importantly, the father's family believed that the mother decided to marry here just for the money and to marry into a wealthy family.

Because of her relatives, my mother has long been accustomed to being alone. Occasionally she would go to the bookstore to read a book or go shopping, or she would go to the piano room at home to play her favorite piano. Although they were all simple songs, her fingering was fluent and the sound was smooth. Sometimes I would look at the small balcony in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window in the piano room, where my mother planted all kinds of flowers and plants. Through the afterglow of the setting sun, the golden glow shone on the flowers.

I looked at the warm afterglow, and time gradually moved from the flowers until the entire sunset illuminated the floor-to-ceiling windows and presented a shadow. I stood on the garden balcony, and the light and shadow of the floor-to-ceiling windows were like a door to heaven, and the aluminum frame on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was composed of two large rectangular pieces of soundproof glass, with an aluminum frame inlaid on it. It was a decoration made of an unknown material. It looked like a relief in a Roman church. Under the shining light, the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window looked even more beautiful.

I wonder if there is also a door in my mother's heart, but that door is called loneliness, which has long been closed off and tightly locked with a big iron lock.

The mother pressed the keys with her fingers and the strings with the hammer, producing a low, melancholy moonlight sonata. The sound of the music was like the mother's state of mind, the feeling of being neglected by her father and being scolded by her parents-in-law.

From the moment you get married, you have already lost the most brilliant golden time of your life.

I forgot my mother's face, her furrowed brows. Looking at everything in the piano room, I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat. I turned to the balcony, looked at the setting sun in the distance, and said to myself, I want to take my mother away from this home, away from this cold prison where she has been imprisoned for almost twenty years.

"Knock knock knock!" There was a sound on my brown nanmu door. It turned out to be the maid, Sashaya, reminding me to go downstairs for dinner.

Shasaya is an Indian woman, very young, one or two years younger than me.

Last year, when I was eighteen years old, I traveled with my family to visit the Jama Masjid in India and then the Taj Mahal.

When my mother and I walked behind my father, my father, grandmother, and some relatives were talking and laughing non-stop, but with my mother and I behind them, it was a completely different, cold world.

One family group, two different moods, I followed my mother to the Taj Mahal.

Tourists came and went nearby. My mother looked at the gemstones inlaid on the white marble columns, looking thoughtful. I casually responded to the gossip of other family members. Perhaps because I was the eldest and only son, other relatives were less disgusted with me.

I was wondering if my mother was feeling the same way as I was at this moment? The tour guide explained that the Taj Mahal was built by Shah Jahan, the fifth emperor of the Mughal Empire, to commemorate his wife Taj Mahal, who died in 1631. Taj Mahal means "missing Maha".

It is said that when Mughal learned of Taitazhi's death, his hair turned from black to white overnight, and he cried bitterly, with tears streaming down his face.

Compared with the loving love of his wife and the indifference of his father and mother, this is like heaven and purgatory, burning fire and cold frost, forming a sharp contrast.

At the hotel that night, my father asked me if I wanted to accompany grandma and the others to go shopping and eat local snacks, but my mother said she was tired and wanted to rest in the room. I think my mother might not want to be with relatives. After all, all they said to each other was polite words all day long.

I made the excuse that I was still adjusting to the jet lag and said sorry to my father. He whispered to me to pay more attention to my mother. I patted him on the back, smiled and told him to go and accompany grandma, otherwise my mother would be blamed again. My father's face fell, he sighed lightly, and left.

My mother was lying on the bed, looking exhausted. I asked her if she wanted to take a bath, and she nodded.

This hotel is a five-star hotel. This large suite was originally intended for my parents and I to sleep together, but it looks like my father might be bothered by my grandma again tonight, so it's just my mother and I left there at night.

The room is quite large, with a touch of Baroque style and Indian aristocratic style. The bed is hung with white, pink and light blue curtains, the material of which is like chiffon. To the right of the bed is a door with an Indian elephant pattern engraved on it, which leads to the bathroom.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a small living room with an LCD TV of unknown brand. You can open the window to walk to the balcony, and you can see the snow-white exterior wall of the Taj Mahal in the distance.

I took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. Thinking of my father's weakness reminded me of the cat's eye ring on my mother's left ring finger. I haven't seen her wearing it for a long time.

My father was originally from a wealthy family. Thanks to my grandfather's good connections with political parties for several generations, and my grandfather himself being a senior veteran of a certain party, my father was taken care of by my grandmother since he was a child. He could not go back on his word and always listened to my mother.

He lived his life like a robot, following the path paved for him by everyone and was admitted to the top finance department. My grandmother thought that my father would follow in my grandfather's footsteps and become a member of parliament.

But, it was this time that my father made a decision that no one was willing to agree to, and he was determined and would never back down, even threatening to commit suicide. That was to marry my mother.

I heard that the two of them went to get their marriage notarized, but everyone has been trying to hide the details from me, and even lying to me, since I was born.

So in the process, I also learned it bit by bit, and as time went by and I grew older, I finally understood the story behind it.

When my father was in college, he met my mother, who was three years younger than him, at the graduate school. At that time, my mother was preparing to enter graduate school, so my father went to the library to see her every day. The whole process was like a normal love story. The two fell in love and were almost crazy.

My father also knew my mother's family background. My mother came from a musical family. Unfortunately, when it came to my mother's generation, her parents didn't want their children to go into music, so they only cultivated her interest in music and let her learn the rest on her own. Although my mother's family was not rich, they were ordinary and well-off.

My father knew that this marriage was not a good match, but the two young and energetic people had already been overwhelmed by love and decided to get married without hesitation to show their true love.

When grandma heard the news, she was shocked and couldn't believe the fact. In excessive grief and anger, she even threatened to ask father not to allow that bitch to set foot in the house. She put all the blame on mother. Until father chose to leave home and had a sweet time with mother outside for half a year, grandma finally admitted the fact and asked father to bring mother back. Little did she know that this would push mother into another endless darkness.

When my mother first came into the family, although those relatives gave their blessings on the surface, they actually gossiped about her in private. Not to mention that they lived in a mansion in Taipei at that time, and my mother was often criticized by my grandma, while my grandpa tried to turn a blind eye. Although my father privately told my grandma not to be like this, she still didn't try to change the situation. I can only hope that my mother will be more understanding.

My father also believed that this was only temporary. It was not until the following year when my mother gave birth to me that my grandma and others began to greet my mother with a smile and took great care of me, their grandson.

But this beautiful time was short-lived. As I grew up, my mother and father gradually became strangers. Although I tried to coordinate the atmosphere at home, it remained the same.

It was not until my mother decided to move out of the mansion and move to Tianmu that she persuaded my father to move out on the pretext of playing the piano. I also lived at home at first, and only went to live with my mother after I was admitted to university the following year.

My father often went abroad, and when he came back to Taiwan, he was always haunted by my grandma, so he interacted less and less with my mother and me.

According to rumors, my grandma recently helped my father find a woman from a respectable family and wanted my father to marry her as his concubine. Although it is just a rumor, based on experience, such rumors are most likely true.

While my mind was still immersed in the memories of my father, my cell phone rang with a song playing the role of Han Yancui. Han Yancui is a character in the Pili puppet show, and I have the habit of watching puppet shows, so my cell phone ringtone would occasionally play Pili's music.

I checked my phone and it turned out to be a text message from a good friend of mine from college. He was a natural talker and a courageous man. He wore a pair of rimless glasses and had a gentle face. Sometimes he was a bully and sometimes every word he said was to the point. He was the only person I was willing to confide in.

The content of the text message said, "I guess you are in India now, and you should be enjoying the endless spring scenery here. If you have the ability, bring a hot Indian girl back to have a look. A night of spring is worth a thousand gold. Remember", I burst out laughing. This guy always makes me laugh. He is the only one among the few who has no financial motive.

At school, some people know that I am quite rich because I drive a Mercedes-Benz. I usually hide it very well, but one day a classmate saw it, and since then I have become the shining star in the class.

I was involved in all the parties and late-night shows at university. I knew they approached me only because I was rich, but I never said anything. Anyway, this is how I have lived since I was a child. This kind of plot is often seen on TV, but it actually happened to me, which is pretty interesting.

I can't remember when I started talking to this friend, but I remember that I had a lot of fun chatting with him because he mostly told stories or gossiped. He didn't mention schoolwork if he could, so we got along pretty well. This classmate sometimes appeared in class and sometimes disappeared, so he was very unpredictable.

I'm getting off topic. Anyway, I told my friend the story of my family. Although I didn't tell it in every detail, it was almost the same.

But my friend showed no reaction after hearing this. He didn't have that half-smile on his face. He just patted me on the shoulder and said, "There will be many sorrows in life, but once you get through them, the sky will be wide open." I actually shed tears at that moment. The tears seeped out of my eyes, and the warm tears flowed down my cheeks to my chin. My nose felt sore. I thought carefully about my life and everything at home. My shoulders relaxed. I felt so tired.

How I wish I had an ordinary small family. When my father comes home after a hard day's work, I come out to say hello, "Hey, Dad, shall we have dinner together later?", and my mother has already prepared the meal. She says softly, "Hurry up, take off your clothes, eat first and then wash. Hurry up." My father, holding my mother's hand, says with a smile, "It's not that I don't want to eat. I'll eat right away. You're in such a hurry." The three of us sit at the dining table, eating home-cooked meals cooked by my mother and listening to my father talking about his work chores. I don't know how many times I have imagined such a family scene.

Unfortunately, now, the servants cook, and there are only my mother and I at the dining table. The cold knives, forks and tableware, although expensive and exquisite, are as cold as fake. The dining table is silent. Even if I talk to my mother, she only speaks incoherently. After that, I simply stopped talking.

I touched my cell phone, thinking about what text message to send back, when my mother came out of the bath, wearing a loose bathrobe, a dark red bathrobe with an aristocratic style that covered her entire body. There was a belt around her waist. As long as I pulled the belt, the bathrobe could be separated to the left and right, and my mother's naked body was right in front of me.

I talked to my mother for a while and told her that my father might stay overnight at my grandmother's house. My mother had an indifferent expression on her face and just put on some light makeup. She poured herself a glass of red wine provided by the hotel room, leaned against the window on the other side alone, looked at the moonlight, and said to me, "Go take a shower..."

When I finished my shower, my mother was already watching TV, slightly tipsy, and dancing in front of the small living room. It must be the influence of the program on TV. I looked at my mother's graceful dance moves, and the cuffs of her bathrobe fluttered with her body. I smiled and said, "I didn't expect that mother could dance?" My mother turned around and smiled and said, "You don't know how much more you can do." I let my mother dance to her heart's content until she was tired and, due to the alcohol, she broke out in a sweat. She took another shower and then pulled me to bed.

I don’t know if it was because of the drinking or because my mother was in a good mood, but she started chatting with me about something completely different, talking about her studies. I was very interested in what she was saying. I haven’t chatted with my mother like this in a long time.

My mother and I were both lying on the bed with a pillow under our waist. I saw that my mother's face was rosy, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. Her beautiful hair was all wrapped around the back of her neck and placed on the left side of her chest, with her collarbone exposed in front of her bathrobe.

At this moment, they don't seem like mother and son, but more like a pair of friends who confide in each other.

Until my mother yawned, said good night to me sleepily, and slept on her side with her back to me. I got out of bed, turned off the lights, drew the curtains, threw open the bed curtains, and lay down on the seat to my mother's left, and I also slept on my side.

It was not until the middle of the night that I was awakened by a very light and faint sound. I blinked my eyes and listened attentively in a sleepy state. I found it was sobbing. At this time, I was already eight-tenths awake. It turned out that the sound came from my mother...

I propped up my upper body with my left elbow and raised my head. With the moonlight shining through the window curtains behind me, I saw that my mother's body was trembling slightly. I stretched out my right hand and gently shook her shoulder and asked, "Mom...!? What's wrong? Why are you crying for no reason?" My mother didn't say a word, but just held her sobbing nose and said, "No... Mom is tired, you should go to bed soon, too?" I didn't say much.

Because I knew that my mother must be so upset that she was crying. I wanted to tell her to lie down and pretend nothing happened, letting her calm down on her own. She would be fine after a while. Over the years, whenever my mother cried, I would comfort her. Until later, when I looked at everything in this family, I became numb.

But today, for some reason, the ups and downs in my heart made me uneasy. I thought about my father, grandma, relatives, school, and mother. Why did my mother have to bear all the pain alone? Why was I always weak and cowardly? In the past, I would only escape from it all, or choose to accept it all. Now, my life and the rest of my mother's life, is this really how I have to live? I asked myself a big question? A friend once said, "Live in the present moment and you will feel free and happy."

And me? I moved my body from behind to my mother's and rested my head on her neck. I whispered, "Mom... do you want to leave here, leave this home that is like a prison?" My mother's shoulders shook and said, "Why... say something like that? Mom is fine, you don't have to worry." I put my arms around my mother's waist and pressed my whole body against her. I told my mother everything I said, including the deepest thoughts in my heart and what I wanted to do in the future.

My mother cried, not loudly or wailing, just sobbing softly. I comforted her and told her how I wanted to take her away.

My mother turned to look at me, said she was very sorry, and kept apologizing, which made me even more sad and upset.

I looked at my mother's face and said, "I will never let you suffer in the future. I hope you can live a happier life and not frown and look sad." My mother looked at me with red eyes. Her eyes were uneasy, tired, and fearful, but also with a little warmth. I felt sweet in my heart.

At this time, I vented all my feelings towards my mother. I kissed my mother's cheek, and my mother closed her eyes and let me kiss her neck and suck her frosted lips. After a long kiss, my mother opened her eyes, half pushed me away and said, "No... This is not right..." I sighed and said, "Mom... your father treats you like this, how do other people treat you?" My mother frowned and sat up. Her bathrobe was half loose and hung on her shoulders, revealing her cleavage.

I held my mother's oval face with both hands and said to her, "Mom, if you don't want to, I won't force you, but I want you to remember, I will definitely take you away, away from this boring place!" Another tear as big as a pearl dripped from the corner of my mother's eye. She opened her lips slightly and looked at me deeply.

I put my hands down, and my mother put her arms around my neck, rested her head on my shoulder, put her cheek against mine and said, "I want to leave, but I'm afraid you can't leave, son." I put my hands under my mother's armpits and hugged her and said, "Don't worry, there will always be a way."

I felt the warmth of my mother's tall and soft breasts on my chest. I rubbed my cheek against her rosy face and kissed her ears and neck. My mother let go of her hands and looked at me.

I put my hand on my mother's forehead and used my fingers to push back her bangs along the hairline.

I looked into my mother's eyes, her big eyes full of charm. I kissed my mother's lips and licked her entire soft mouth with my tongue. Our two tongues kept entangled. My mother closed her eyes, and she went from passively letting me suck her lips to actively kissing me with my tongue.

Saliva covered the mouths of both mother and son. After a passionate kiss, mother looked at me with a blushing face and said panting, "Go to sleep...you have to get up early tomorrow, otherwise your grandma will blame you again." Then she lay down with her back to me. Seeing my mother like this, I crawled into the quilt that she put on her body and kept touching, kneading and pinching her buttocks covered by her silk bathrobe. The silk material was very slippery. Mother pretended nothing happened and continued to sleep. I rested my chin on my mother's neck, breathed on her ears, and began to lick the back of my mother's ears and put my tongue inside her ears. I opened my mouth wide and the whole ear was in my mouth. I licked it with my tongue in her mouth, and my mother hummed slightly as she licked me.

I continued to pinch her buttocks with my hands and scraped her buttocks through her bathrobe. I pushed her right buttock forward with my palm, and her entire peach-shaped buttocks were more prominent. My fingers were constantly squeezing her honey pot. Although there was a bathrobe between us, I could only see my mother's beautiful buttocks swaying, and she seemed at a loss as to what to do with my invasion.

I slid along her buttocks to the inside of my mother's front thigh, and reached my hand directly into the private part of her white thigh. My mother hurriedly blocked it with her hands, and even turned her head to look at me anxiously.

Seeing that I couldn't touch it, I decided to be ruthless and pulled the hem of the bathrobe back from the waist, and then lifted the entire quilt and threw it back. A pair of white, large and well-proportioned calves with a pair of black socks on the feet were exposed in front of me. I grabbed my mother's buttocks with both hands, pinched the flesh with each hand, and pushed and pulled to the left and right. The whole panties were stuck in the anus and covered the vagina. The pubic hair of the anus and the pubic mound bulging because of being pulled by the panties made me dry my mouth, and I immediately sucked on the buttocks.

But the mother clenched her fists and said nothing.

After I had tasted that perky butt, I turned my mother's face away, and while sucking, I pulled the bathrobe off her shoulders from the top to the bottom. Judging from her breasts from the side, her breasts were quite big. I felt that it was difficult to tease her breasts while she was lying on her side like that, so I simply lifted her body up again and let her sit with her back to me.

I stretched out my legs, intertwined them around my mother's waist, and used my hands to knead her soft breasts from behind. My mother tilted her head back, leaned her head against my shoulder and said, "Let's keep tonight's events as my secret, okay?" The breasts were in my hands, and as I squeezed and deformed them, I held the base of the breasts with my tiger's mouth and touched them from bottom to top. When I reached the nipples, I pinched and pulled with my tiger's mouth, pulling the nipples and breasts forward. My mother gasped, and I licked her beautiful white back and said, "Mom... I will... I will take you away." My mother lowered her head and said, "Don't say that anymore..." I made my mother lie on her side again, and I deftly inserted my fingers from her panties into her honey pot. Her vagina was already muddy and wet. My mother arched her beautiful back and rested her head on the pillow. Her body trembled and her nose whimpered as I dug and scratched her.

I accelerated the movement of two fingers in the vagina, and as my wrist accelerated and my fingers bent in the flesh wall, my mother let out a shy cry and her buttocks shook violently. A stream of vaginal fluid flowed out of the vagina, and the afterglow of the orgasm made her body tremble. The only sound I could hear in the air was her deep breathing, and my iron-hard cock had already towered into the sky.

I pressed the tip of my glans against her vulva and was about to thrust it into the bottom of her honey pot when my mother's hand pressed against my abdomen and her eyes told me that this was not the right place.

My face suddenly sank, and I looked tired again. I kissed my mother on the mouth and said, "Mom, I'm glad you feel comfortable... go to sleep." My mother's face flushed and she said, "Let me... help you..." I saw my mother sitting, holding my penis with both hands, stroking it up and down. I lay down with my head resting on a soft feather pillow, enjoying my mother's masturbation skills.

As my mother's smooth palms and slender fingers grasped my hard and hot cock, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the aphrodisiac pleasure.

As expected, women who have had sex understand the word "skills", especially a rich girl like my mother, who never goes out of the house, has been estranged from her father for a long time, and has long forgotten about sex. Now that a man's penis is in front of her, after she has ejaculated, she takes advantage of her widowhood and arouses her sexual desire, holds her son's penis, and rubs it up and down, until my penis swells even more due to masturbation, and the glans stretches the foreskin. I gently press the back of my mother's head with my left hand, asking her to signal for me to give me a blowjob. My mother looks at me seductively and shyly holds my glans in her mouth.

At this time, I turned my mother's buttocks to my left side. My mother knelt on my left side, her mouth still adapting to my cock, and my left hand was not idle either, continuing to scrape my mother's pussy from behind.

My mother's tongue circled around the glans and her hand held the base; her lips sucked on the penis, making a pleasant sucking sound. I straightened my legs and exerted force under my scrotum. When I felt I was about to ejaculate, my left hand pushed deep into my penis. My mother tilted her head back and moaned, then stopped the movement of her mouth, allowing the feeling of ejaculation to ease. My thighs relaxed and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I felt the love juice flowing out of the tender pussy again, and my entire left palm was wet, while my mother continued to suck the cock, but it was different this time, because my mother knew that I was about to ejaculate, and if I hadn't suddenly squeezed my body to stop her body when I was stimulating her vagina, I would have ejaculated at this moment.

My mother opened her mouth and began to blow, lick, suck and hold it. I couldn't control myself in less than five minutes. I stretched out my ring finger and middle finger of my left hand and scratched my mother's flesh, while my thumb scraped circles around the outside of her anus.

Suddenly, a thumb lightly inserted into the anus, and the two thumbs pulled up the uterine wall, causing my mother's whole body to tense up, and the love juice flowed out again. The orgasm at that moment made my mother's lips suck the cock in her mouth tighter, and both sides of her cheeks were sunken, from the root to the glans, up and down, when it was down, my glans had been numb to the critical point, and a fishy and thick white semen shot out from the urethra. I saw my mother swallowed her throat and swallowed all the semen that reflected my years of love and affection for her mother into her mouth.

My mother gently pushed the glans with her fingers, and the penis was still shaking slightly because it had just ejaculated. After my mother wiped off the remaining semen with toilet paper, she took a shower with me in the bathroom.

There wasn't much interaction during the process, perhaps because I could understand the other person's meaning just by looking at each other.

My mother was in the bathroom. The mist from the hot water made it difficult for me to see her face clearly, but her shy face was full of coquettishness and charm in her eyes.

That night, my mother and I put on our clothes and lay down next to each other. I thought about the time when mother and son had not yet orgasmed in each other, and my mother's silk bathrobe, no bra, only pink triangle panties. Now the relationship between the two is different from before. I gently took my mother's right hand and held it tightly.

I think at this moment, a sentence came to my mind, "When no one is whispering in the middle of the night, silence is better than words." I desperately asked my mother for a kiss, and after the passionate kiss, I turned over and fell asleep, waiting for the end of the trip.

Now we are sitting in a nine-seater SUV, driving back to the mansion from Songshan Airport. Originally, we were going to go to the mansion with everyone to prepare for grandma's 68th birthday, but after I talked to my father, we decided to go there first to give grandma face and wait for a while before driving me and my mother back to Tianmu.

Although on the surface my mother and I were still the same as usual, sometimes there was something not right in the way her eyes looked at me. Although it was only for a moment, I could still feel it.

To put it nicely, it seats nine people, but in reality, only when the driver and the last two rows are included does it feel more like space for people. My mother and I were in the last row, which was basically a place for luggage with a chair that could be assembled and disassembled. The space in front and behind was very short, and there was no place to put my long legs, so I could only spread my legs. The air conditioning in the back didn't get too much, so I looked at my mother's tired face and without saying a word, I followed her to sit in the back. On the right of the driver's uncle was my eldest aunt, the second row was my grandmother's father and my aunt's son, the third row was the two other aunts, and my mother and I were at the end.

Today my mother was wearing a simple and elegant suit. In the car, she was reserved like a girl, so she squeezed her legs together, slanted towards me, and leaned her body slightly towards me.

At this moment, my mother's eyes met. Thinking of what happened the night before, I felt embarrassed and quickly looked towards the window.

As the car moved faster, the street lights on the highway outside the window gradually connected into a line.

It is already night time. The deep orange lights on the street lamps form a flaming dragon. In the distant city, a string of red taillights are formed due to the traffic jam in front. I wonder where to go in the future? I was watching my mother dozing off in the car, and she was woken up by my secretly holding her left hand. I deliberately scratched the palm of my hand with my fingers. My mother's oval face smiled at me under the light of the car lights on the road. Except for my uncle who was still driving in the front, everyone else was fast asleep.

I called my uncle softly and asked how long it would take. My uncle turned his neck and said, "It's been a long time. Look at how stuck the traffic is." At this time, I started to play tricks on my mother. I used my two index fingers and thumbs as human feet, crawling on my mother's arms, and finally I just touched my mother's legs.

But all this was done underneath. When my mother saw me touching her thigh, she didn't stop me. I moved my body to her side and pulled her hand and placed it on my thigh. My mother looked at me with a suspicious smile. I playfully made a hushing gesture and gently lifted up her long skirt. My mother hurriedly blocked me, a little panicked. I leaned behind her ear and said, "It's just a caress, nothing big." Then my mother blushed and asked me to keep still.

I reached my hand under my mother's skirt and pulled the whole skirt up to her waist, revealing a black lace panty. I caressed her white thighs, and my fingers rubbed the inside of her thighs gently, intentionally or unintentionally. When I touched her private parts, I gently scratched her vagina with my fingers. Although it was covered by panties, my mother still showed a shy expression.

I simply put my mother's hand on my cock, pressed my mother's hand with my hand to rub my penis, and then my mother took the initiative to caress me. Under the thick jeans, it was too hard to feel comfortable. I unzipped my zipper and pushed my underwear aside, and my semi-soft penis came out.

My mother lowered her head and pretended to be asleep, while her eyes were secretly glancing at me. She caressed my penis up and down with her left hand, and when it became completely hard, she began to stroke it faster, making it harder and thicker. As the traffic jam gradually receded, the car speed also began to increase, and we entered the lower section of a mountainous road. I saw that I was uncomfortable with the hardness, and wanted my mother to help me suck it, but my mother said that she was afraid of being seen. In the end, she still did as I requested, lowered her head, and secretly blew and licked my penis. However, due to my mother's fearful personality, and the vibrations and bumps in the car, her oral skills were not as good as usual, which only made me more excited.

We finally arrived at a mansion in Taipei. I quickly put on my pants while my mother tidied herself up. There was a commotion in the car as we arrived. After everyone got off, my mother and I filed into the house. Of course, there were some polite and clichéd words. Not only did our family members come, but other political and business celebrities also came to congratulate my grandma on her birthday in advance. My mother accompanied my father to solicit guests. I stayed in the upper hall with a glass of Hiroshima iced tea in my hand. This was a bar in the corner of the hall. There was a crystal chandelier hanging in the hall. Servants began to push dining carts in the hall, and they placed exquisite dishes in front of the dining table in the hall.

My grandma likes to be ostentatious. I always can't understand her thoughts. She is obviously very tired after just getting off the plane, but she still pretends to be fine and chats with these political and business celebrities. To me, many of the words are compliments. I grew up in such an environment. I saw my mother looked up from the hall and gave me a wink, asking me to come down.

There are granite carved stairs on the left and right sides of the hall, and a walkway above, where you can see everyone from above. I like staying here very much, as it makes me feel safe.

I walked down the stairs, holding onto the Roman-style stone carvings on top, and politely greeted passers-by with my eyes and nods. Every time I appeared, I had to endure everyone's gazes, listen to people's private whispers, and the girls' playfulness. Anyway, I was already used to it.

My father asked me to greet a member of the Congress. I had to keep smiling. Every move I made represented the family. It turned out that the congressman’s daughter was about the same age as me. She was currently studying abroad and returned to Taiwan today.

I greeted the beautiful girl. She was wearing an elegant dark blue dress, her hair was styled in a bun, she had long legs and a pair of white high heels. She looked like she was not an ordinary person.

I knew what they wanted me to do next, so I had to pretend and asked the girl if she wanted to walk with me. Which of these elders didn't want me to do this? It's all for two words: face. It's so hypocritical that it's disgusting.

I held the girl's hand like a gentleman. The girl was wearing the same gloves as her dress. I held her hand and took a walk in the back garden.

The back garden is oval in shape, with a fountain in the middle, koi in the pond, and street lights like those seen on British streets on both sides. I chatted with the girl in a casual manner. I asked questions because I wanted to see if she was the same type of person as me.

I roughly divide them into two types. One type is like me, who thinks this kind of party is useless. The other type is that the girl comes here specifically to see the boy and is preparing to marry into a wealthy family.

Fortunately, the girl is the former now. We all tell each other about our own things, especially scolding our parents and everything in our family. It is really satisfying.

This is also why I went to private school, because I wanted to live a different life.

The girl was very humorous, but it was late and I had to see her off quickly, so I went back to the hall. Her father said the girl's parents had left earlier and asked me to take her home. I thought I was leaving too, so I took the girl and grandma to say goodbye, then I winked at my mother, and the three of us got in the car and hurriedly left this castle full of lies and hypocrisy.

When I arrived at the girl's house, I waved goodbye and went to Tianmu again. However, after a long journey and a banquet in a luxurious house, I had no longer cared about my image. I fell on the back seat and fell into a deep sleep.

I drove my car closer to the garage. Shashaya had already received my call and was waiting for me at the door. I carried my mother like a princess and took her directly to her boudoir. The maid followed behind with the luggage and asked me what I wanted to do. I asked the maid to help my mother settle down and then come find me.

I saw a photo in my mother's room. It was a picture of me, my parents, my grandma and my grandpa. My grandpa was a political party member at that time, so it was rare for him to go out and play with me. This photo is the only one that makes me happy.

Because the people inside were all smiling very naturally and looked very happy.

I walked out the door, went up to the piano room and went to the garden balcony. Whenever I was thinking about something, I would come here to enjoy the scenery from afar.

I remember that time was when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school. At that time, my father was still a financial analyst in China and my mother was still a daughter-in-law at home.

It seemed like I was the one who made the fuss that day, saying that I wanted to go to the beach and play, and I also said that everyone was being lazy. I said that my parents, grandpa and grandma would go with me. I was sulking about this for three whole days. Finally, my grandma couldn't bear it anymore and asked grandpa to set aside a day. Plus, I kept going to his study to act like a spoiled child, and he finally nodded and agreed.

The photo shows me at the beach, with the sea behind me. My grandma is hugging me, and grandpa is standing on the left. Grandpa actually took off his usual serious expression, put his face close to mine, and made a face. Grandma smiled, and my father behind me put on an exaggerated smile, which made my mother laugh. The person who took the photo for us also said that we have a very close family.

But times have changed and things have shifted. Grandma is so different that I can't recognize her anymore, and the same goes for my father. I've never seen grandpa smile, and my mother only smiles slightly when she's with guests, but that's fake.

When I woke up the next morning, it was already noon. I felt sore all over my back and got out of bed tiredly. I opened the window and breathed in the air from the twelve-story building.

Then I went downstairs to eat the meal that the maid was going to prepare for me, but my mother said she would cook it. Sasha and I looked at each other and found it unbelievable. It had been so long since my mother had cooked. I jokingly said, "Mom, I haven't cooked for so long, is this okay?" My mother put egg noodles and some vegetables into the pot, and added some sliced ​​pork, a handful of chopped green onions, and an egg. It was done in less than ten minutes. I told the maid to go and do her work, and then my mother sat next to me and watched me eat noodles.

I saw love in my mother's eyes, an expression I hadn't seen in a long time. The noodles were hot, but really delicious, better than those in high-end restaurants. All the delicacies from land and sea could not compare to my mother's dish. My heart suddenly ached and tears of sadness came again. I quickly pretended nothing happened and finished the noodles in no time.

I asked my mother if she wanted to play the piano later. My mother followed me into the piano room. I didn't know the brand of the piano, but at least I heard that it was from abroad and that it cost more than six million yuan to buy it. It seemed to be made by a famous piano-making family. Whether it was the sound quality, color, wood, or paint, you could tell that this piano was extraordinary. You can't buy it now even if you want to.

My mother's fingertips are still playing the Moonlight Sonata, a song that I have heard my mother play since I was a child. Last time during a general education class in college, when the teacher played The Legend of 1900, I felt it was very familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

Until the end of the song, I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck, kissed her face, and then moved my hands from back to front, rubbing her breasts.

My mother was wearing a white dress. Just looking at the dress, you could tell which famous master designed it. The whole dress was sewn with special stitching around the chest to make her breasts look higher and her cleavage look deeper. There were two gold rings on the left and right sides of her waist, which buckled to the back to highlight her slender waist. The skirt was a classic dress with a lot of lace on the innermost lining, and the back was bare, revealing her shoulders and beautiful back.

While I was playing with her breasts, my mother stood up and locked the door of the piano room.

I looked at my mother, sitting on the piano chair with her back to the keys.

My mother shyly straddled my legs and twisted her hips under her skirt, stimulating my cock. I simply pulled down the bra of her blouse, and two pairs of tall, white breasts popped out from inside, drooping slightly, with maroon nipples. I greedily sucked on my mother's breasts, while she twisted her hips, enjoying the breast teasing I brought her.

I pulled up my mother's skirt and unzipped her panties to expose my cock. I probed her vagina with my fingers and found it was already muddy. I pushed the head of my cock against her labia. My mother frowned and I kissed her. I held her buttocks with both hands and she sat down. My cock immediately entered her vagina and she let out a shy cry. Her face was flushed, her eyes were half open, and her lips were tightly closed. She was still adapting to the size of my cock in her vagina. I thrust my cock forward and my honey pot was stretched further. My mother's body was soft and she lay on my shoulders. I reached into her skirt from her buttocks by feel and pulled her panties into a thong, stuffed them into her buttocks, then moved the panties next to her vagina in place so as not to hinder my thrusting.

I began to swing my waist and let my mother start to rub and penetrate me. I began to move my hips up and down violently. My mother twisted her buttocks, and her breasts kept shaking up and down. The cock was almost completely immersed in the vagina. I let my mother start to ride on me, twisting left and right, squeezing back and forth, and the flesh walls kept clamping my cock. My mother looked lewd at this moment, biting her slender fingers, her nose making a muffled pit, and her entire thighs were covered with obscene fluid.

I held her waist with one hand and pulled up until the whole cock was about to fall out, then I pushed it hard into her vagina. Her buttocks hit her thighs with a "pop" sound, and my mother also let out a lewd sound.

I asked my mother to hold my neck with her hands, and I lifted her feet with both hands. Then I stood up. My mother looked like she was afraid of falling, so I shook her upper body, and I pumped hard on her head. She wailed and sobbed with pleasure, and she held me tightly with both hands.

I carried my mother to the piano and asked her to carry me on her back, hold the piano cover with her hands, stick her butt out, and spread her legs. I licked her beautiful back from behind and unzipped the back of her dress. I asked my mother to take off her clothes and pull her panties down to her ankles. She was left with only her beige high heels. I pressed down on her waist and asked her to lift her butt higher. She had no choice but to stand on tiptoe, exposing her entire anal pot to me.

I squatted down first, licked the labia and anus from bottom to top, then gently inserted the penis into the pubic mound, held my mother's hips with both hands, and began to twitch the root. The sound of her thighs slapping again and again made my mother couldn't help moaning and screaming, not caring whether anyone would hear it. My lower body kept twisting rapidly, and my hands were pinching the breasts hanging in the air, faster, faster, the whole vagina was full of love juice, flowing down the thighs to the ankle high heels.

I thrust hard and stopped in my mother's womb. I lifted her right foot with one hand, turned it 180 degrees, supported her buttocks with both hands, put her on the piano cover, held her hands with both hands, and her frog legs spread out. I thrust for the last time at this time. The cock rubbed in the sticky and wet vagina. I felt it was very tight and clamped well. It was not only wet, but also made my mother's pussy juice flow out when it stood up straight. My glans felt numb and I pulled it out and stroked it a few times.

The semen fell in mid-air, covering my mother's body, lower abdomen, chest, face, and the piano cover. The white semen on the black piano formed a strong contrast. I lay on my mother, kissed her sweet lips, and recalled her passionate screams and her shy look. I made a decision that my mother was the one I wanted to protect.

In an apartment somewhere in Kaohsiung, a mother and son were making love on the sofa early in the morning. My mother was wearing a short T-shirt and hot pants. I have never seen my mother dressed like this. My mother's eyes were charming and she was full of love with me. During our time in Kaohsiung, my mother and I were like newlyweds. We made love every day, on the bed in the room, astride the toilet in the bathroom, and having oral sex under the kitchen sink. Today we had sex on the sofa. My mother started wearing sexy lingerie and Cosplay, completely getting rid of her previous image of a wealthy lady.

She would only be more restrained when we were outside, but once when we were sitting at the back of a bus, my mother gave me a blowjob, and another time we were bitten by mosquitoes while having sex in the park. My mother has changed, becoming cheerful and lively. I gave up my studies and started online shopping at home, and my mother also helped me. This allowed me to hug my mother, this woman, every day, and I can enjoy sweet love all the time.

Everything in the past has long gone away from me, and I am not attached to those memories. As long as my mother is by my side, I will be satisfied.

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This is the story of a friend of mine. Except for the incest, everything else is his story.

You would never imagine that a rich young man like this actually has so many troubles. I know it's like a TV drama, but he didn't tell me the final outcome, so I wrote a happy ending for him. Because not long after I heard his story, he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth and I couldn't find him no matter how hard I tried. The school only said that his family had gone abroad.

Is it possible? I asked myself, although I knew him for a short time, the pain in his heart and the expression on his face at that time, all caused ripples in my vitality. However, things have changed and everyone has their own aspirations. I can only wish him well and hope that he can live the life he wants.

In this article, I have more plot and less sex, I am deeply sorry for that and please bear with me.

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