Chapter 1

At night, the light from the computer screen illuminated the boy’s face, and from his eyes he could see the contents of the computer, which was a web page for buying simulated masturbation cups.

The next afternoon, I came back from my classmate’s house and ran back home excitedly. I looked at the rectangular package placed in the express cabinet at my door.

The stone in my heart finally fell.

I took out the package from the express cabinet, opened the door, hurried back to my room, threw my backpack casually, and then put the rectangular package on the table where I was doing homework. I opened the express box and what caught my eye was a pure white box. There was no trademark or pattern on the box, only five big dark black characters lined up in a vertical line: Simulated Masturbation Cup.

“What the hell!”

I screamed in surprise and hid the box in my arms. I looked around like a thief before I realized that my parents were not at home and I was alone.

“Oh my god! If my parents see this, I’ll be dead!”

That’s not right. I came back early. My reaction was really just to scare myself...hahaha.

I looked at the time and it was almost time for my mother to get home from get off work.

The most urgent thing is to hide the masturbation cup as soon as possible, otherwise if it is discovered at home, I will never be able to clear myself of the blame!

As I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door lock. I was startled and my body suddenly burst out with unprecedented speed. I stuffed the box under the quilt and lay down on the bed.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of the security door opening and closing outside, and a bright voice came: “Son, what are you doing?”

I pretended not to notice and just adjusted my breathing and calmed my heartbeat.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the voice walked directly into my bedroom, and then a sharp pain came from the root of my ear: “Are you a pig? Still sleeping!”

“Ouch! Stop pulling! It’s going to break!”

I covered my ears and sat up, then opened my eyes reluctantly and looked at the pretty face in front of me.

It is not quite appropriate to use the word “cute” to describe a 36-year-old woman, but it is not out of place when applied to my mother Emma. The wish that women make every year, “forever 18 years old”, seems to have only come true on her face.

“Mom, is this how you treat your son who has finally returned home after being away for half a year?”

I was a little speechless. I study in a closed private high school. I live on campus on weekdays and can only leave the school during long vacations. Today is just one week after my summer vacation.

In other words, I’ve only been back home for seven days, and my mother’s attitude towards me has changed from wanting to feed me with her own hands on the first day to being annoyed just by looking at me now.

I took the opportunity to change the subject: “Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight?”

“There’s still some noodles left from yesterday. Just heat it up and eat it.”

“Ah? You are too perfunctory!” I said angrily.

Mom patted my head and said, “Be good! Your dad will be back the day after tomorrow. I’ll make you something delicious then!”

My father’s name is Dennis. He is a workaholic and is often on business trips. In the past ten years or so, the number of times he has returned home is comparable to the number of times I return home in a year, because my father works in engineering and has to be on the road all the time.

But my parents have always had a good relationship. My father Dennis and my mother were a typical old man and young wife couple. I heard that my father got my mother pregnant when she was just 18 years old. My grandfather threatened to kill my father who was still a social idler at the time. It was my mother who forced the family to agree to this marriage with a pair of scissors. Fortunately, the family is harmonious now, and my father has also created a good living condition for the family. The scandal that caused a sensation at the time has become a good story among the elders.

I actually missed my father very much whom I hadn’t seen for a long time.

Mom smiled and raised her arm to hook it around my neck, shaking it like a good brother, and teasingly said, “You are all my favorite people, but I just cooked for you a few days ago, and now my skills are cooling down~”

In the past, I would have pushed my mother away and mocked her by saying, “If you’re lazy, just say you’re lazy and stop making excuses.” But at this moment, my mind was blank. I was staring at the soft flesh on my cheek, and experiencing the fullness that is unique to women of this age as I swayed.

Time has not made any difference to my mother’s face, but it has made her body mature. Her heavy breasts and fleshy buttocks are the only traces of these years.

So she usually only wears loose T-shirts and jeans, and rarely wears slim-fitting clothes. The kind of clothes that can outline her figure combined with her girlish face will make people feel awkward, or in other words, contrasting.

She didn’t like those strange looks.

Just as my face turned red and my breathing became heavier, my mother finally noticed something was wrong with me.

She seemed to have discovered a new world and blinked her eyes in surprise: “What? Are you shy?”

I also reacted suddenly and my face turned red so much that it seemed like blood was about to bleed.

My mother laughed heartily: “Hahaha! Look at your face, it’s as red as a monkey’s butt!” Then she took out her cell phone, turned on the front camera and pointed it at my face, laughing as she took the photo: “Oh! My son has grown up and knows how to be shy!”

Naturally, I dodged left and right, refusing to let my face enter the camera. My mother shouted, “Take a picture, just take a picture!” She hooked her arms around my head and swayed her body, not caring at all about the impact my surging breasts would have on her son.

The two laughed and joked for a while, and finally ended with a “click” sound coming from the phone.

In the photo frozen on the screen, my mother tilted her head high with smiling eyes. Under her delicate nose, two rows of pearly teeth protruded from the edge of her lips. The bright smile on her face almost overflowed the screen. On the other hand, I had a sour face, and looked a little funny because I blushed too much.

“Hurry up and get up!”

Mom saved the photo with satisfaction, said something, and then got up and left to prepare dinner.

I rubbed my messy hair and quietly touched my already hard penis. I felt a little guilty, a little reluctant, and even a little excited.

All the emotions came together and finally turned into a low curse: “It’s all because my mother is too attractive!”

If Gabriel hadn’t brought a cell phone full of pornographic novels last semester and led the entire dormitory on a journey of no return to masturbation, how could I have felt so rebellious towards my own mother?

I, Jonathan, used to be a pure teenager!

As I was thinking, my eyes unconsciously glanced at my mother’s back again. Under the simple white T-shirt, the loose jeans could hardly hide her round figure, which was twisting and turning, arousing endless reverie.

“Bah! What are you thinking! That’s your mother!”

I cursed myself inwardly, twisted my thigh hard, and finally diverted my attention.

At this moment, a white line came into my sight from under the quilt.

“Shit! I almost forgot about this!”

I quickly took out the white box, walked to the corner of the bedroom where the living room couldn’t see me, and stared at the words “bionic masturbator”, feeling a little annoyed.

I had been planning to throw the packaging bag and box directly into the trash can downstairs, but I didn’t expect my mother to come back so early. If I went downstairs now, I would definitely be asked all kinds of questions. The box was not easy to hide, and I would be doomed if it was discovered.

Thinking of this, I simply opened the box to see how the workmanship was.

“This is?”

I looked at the glue stick I pulled out of the box and fell into deep thought.

The glue stick is flesh-colored, two fingers thick, ten centimeters long, and smooth without a single wrinkle. Apart from its size, it looks like a low-quality masturbation cup. However, there is no hole in the middle of this thing!

What a stick!

“Is this a masturbation cup?”

I was speechless for a moment, then took out an instruction manual from the box.

[How to use: Apply the vaginal secretions of the person you like to the surface of the masturbator and leave it overnight. ]

That’s all.

This instruction manual is too brief!

And it’s so weird and incomprehensible. What will happen if you leave it alone overnight? Can it turn into a hole?

“If I really believed this bullshit instruction manual, I would be an idiot!”

I stuffed the glue stick and the instruction manual back into the box, hid the box, took out my phone, opened the shopping app, and prepared to have a good bargain with the merchant, only to find out that the store had been sold. This was 500 yuan that I had worked hard to save from my living expenses.

I really feel like crying but have no tears at this moment.

I lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover my lower body, turned on my phone, and clicked on an adult novel website recommended by Gabriel.

I have to say that Gabriel has some talent in this area. The novel resources on this website are extremely rich, and the novels are classified according to different sexual fetishes.

“You took a shower before going to bed! You’re so dirty!”

My mother’s untimely nagging came from the door. Every man would be a little annoyed when interrupted at this time, and I was no exception. I replied impatiently: “I know, I know! Go wash first!”

As he said this, he glanced over, and once he saw it, he couldn’t take his eyes off it.

I saw my mother wearing a thin nightgown. The beautiful outline wrapped in light-colored underwear outlined a perfect shape, which was highlighted on the surface of the nightgown. Under the light, two plump thighs were faintly visible in it. The mature body revealed a fatal temptation at this moment. The tied-up hair made the little face look more delicate. The pair of almond-shaped eyes on her face stared at me, revealing a bit of dissatisfaction.

The girl’s face that could either be angry or happy, paired with a ripe body, created an extreme sense of contrast, and it made me feel as if ants were crawling in my heart. The dangerous thoughts that I had suppressed with great difficulty in the afternoon resurfaced.

“Tsk! Why don’t you wash as soon as I’m done?”

After saying this, my mother went into the bathroom.

I took a breath, and as if I had made some kind of decision, I opened the category on the web page with trembling fingers and clicked on “Forbidden Love”.

Chapter 2

In the bathroom, I stood naked in front of the clothes basket, holding a flesh-colored glue stick tightly in my hand, with a conflicted look on my face.

My mother asked me to take a shower, so I turned off my cell phone. However, I don’t know why I secretly brought this so-called “simulated masturbation cup” in.

I have been standing here for more than ten minutes now, struggling with my conscience, but still can’t make up my mind.

But some things are destined when I bring things into the bathroom.

Finally, I moved, reaching my hands into the clothes basket and rummaging around. When I pulled my hands back, I found a few pairs of women’s underwear in my hands.

All the clothes to be washed at home are placed in the clothes basket, but my mother has always been lazy and doesn’t care about details. She usually collects clothes for several days before washing them, and mixes underwear and jackets together, under the pretext of saving resources.

Whether it is saving water resources or space resources, it is convenient for me now.

The beige silk panties passed through my fingertips, feeling slippery. I wonder what it felt like when they were stretched and tightened by my mother’s buttocks.

“Apply the vaginal secretions of the person you like to the surface of the masturbator and leave it overnight.” This is what the instructions say.

I don’t have anyone I like.

But “vaginal secretions” is a thing that involves female privacy, which is really a problem for an ordinary high school student like me. Therefore, the woman at home who has never been on guard against me has become the best test target.

After all, I also know that the so-called masturbation cup is most likely just a bad joke and it is not worth spending too much effort to verify it because the store has already run away. When I think of this, I want to cry and I can only try my best.

“I’m sorry mom... I’m just curious...”

Mumbling softly, I turned the panties in my hand over, revealing the whitish marks in the center of the bottom - those were the unique marks of mature women, and also a taboo that I, as a son, should not touch.

“Just try it... You won’t be discovered... Just try it...”

I dipped my fingers in clean water and gently touched the center of my panties, watching the water droplets being slowly absorbed. I repeated this several times until the whitish and yellowish spots gradually became moist and smooth again.

‘This is what comes out of mom’s vagina...’

I twisted my fingers and stared at the thin, crystal-clear line drawn between them. A faint, erotic smell gradually spread out, and the strong stimulation made my heart beat fast. I didn’t know when my erect penis swelled to the point of pain, as if it would explode at any time.

Just then, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“You’re taking so long to take a shower! Come out and eat some watermelon!”

My mother’s urging voice came from outside the door.

“Why!”

I was startled and quickly agreed, wrapping the glue stick with my already wet underwear and stuffing it into the pile of clothes.

He went into the bathroom again and took a quick shower before walking out of the bathroom shaking his wet hair.

“Don’t even dry your hair, be careful of catching a cold!”

My mother was sitting at the dining table in the living room. When she saw me come out, she spat out a few watermelon seeds and frowned.

He just said those caring words, but the watermelon in his hand didn’t stop for a moment and went straight into his mouth.

“It’s cool in the summer.” I explained, and when I saw the few watermelon slices left on the plate, I said speechlessly, “You didn’t even leave some for me!”

“Who told you to be so slow!” Mom ate the watermelon in her hand in a few bites, stretched lazily, and the peaks on her chest suddenly bulged, which made my eyes pop out.

“Remember to clean up after eating. I’m going to sleep~”

The mother pointed to the mess on the dining table, stood up, and before leaving, she took advantage of her son’s inattention to smear the watermelon juice on her hands on my face.

“Hey!” I yelled, but my mother walked towards the bedroom without even turning her head. I could only yell helplessly, “Mom! You lazy pig!”

“whee!”

The only response I got was my mother’s giggle.

I shook my head. This is how our family gets along. Although the three of us seem to be from three generations in terms of age, under the lubrication of this mother who seems to never grow up, we get along without any barriers.

To outsiders, this is an enviable family relationship, but to me, it is a long-term suffering of my mother. I have been bullied since I was a child, and I dare not really resist, so I can only swallow my resentment.

I washed the dishes, threw the watermelon rinds into the trash can, and tidied up the messy dining table. I just sat down to take a break when I suddenly remembered the things in the clothes basket.

I secretly glanced at my mother’s bedroom door which had long been closed, walked into the bathroom, and took out the glue stick wrapped in her underwear.

The glue stick was no different from before except that it was stained with a little crystal.

“I’m such an idiot that I actually believed this.” I grinned at myself.

I didn’t care when the desire was taking over, but now that the desire has faded, my previous behavior makes me feel a little embarrassed.

Half of it was shame and anger that I had actually followed the instructions, and half of it was guilt for doing this to my mother’s underwear.

After making up my mind to throw away the masturbation cup tomorrow, I stuffed it back into the box and hid it in the closet.

At night, I tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep. I had to turn on my phone, hesitated for a long time, and once again clicked on the erotic novel “Forbidden Love”. I read it twice before I fell asleep peacefully.

In another bedroom not far away, a few pieces of underwear were scattered on the bedside. Mom was lying on her back, snoring softly without any good sleeping posture. Under her thin nightgown, two lumps of soft flesh were spread on both sides of her chest under the action of gravity, rising and falling with her snoring. In the sparse black jungle of her lower body, you could vaguely see a tightly closed bright red hole between the two plump labia, which suddenly shrank.

…

the next day.

I was still in a sweet dream when I was awakened by my mother pushing the door open.

“Get up, get up! Hurry up!”

I opened my eyes in confusion: “What’s wrong?”

“Go shopping with me!”

“Shopping...” It took me a full minute to react: “What the hell am I shopping for?” I read a novel until three in the morning yesterday and had planned to sleep in today.

“What street are you going to go to?”

“Your dad will be home tomorrow, so I have to buy some nice clothes.” Mom glanced at me with disdain, “Besides, it’s already eight o’clock.”

“It’s only eight o’clock! I-!”

I wanted to argue a little more, but I saw my mother coming over and looking like she was about to lift the quilt.

“I’ll get up!” I coaxed my mother out with a smirk on my face, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

Are you kidding? There are two balls of toilet paper I used yesterday hidden under the quilt. If they are turned out, how will I survive?

At half past eight, my mother dragged me out of the door, my face full of sleepiness. Along the way, I could still hear my resentful questioning: “Aren’t you going to work today?”

“Oh, I’m asking for leave.”

“How can you just ask for leave for something as serious as work?”

“I’d love to!”

“Why don’t you ask your girlfriends to go shopping with you?”

“It’s a bit early, they might still be asleep.”

I:???

“What are you doing?” The mother glanced at her son and said, “Is it wrong for you to go shopping with a beautiful woman like me?”

To be honest, shopping with my mother is not a hard job. After all, she only wears a few kinds of clothes: T-shirts, jeans, and at most a long thin shirt and wide-leg pants. She also requires her clothes to be loose, comfortable and have good texture. There are only a few stores that sell women’s clothing that meets all the requirements, so she usually only goes shopping at a few fixed brands.

Moreover, my mother is very beautiful. She gets a lot of attention when she walks on the street. Although I complain, I feel a little proud in my heart - not everyone has such a beautiful mother!

But today is different.

I watched in surprise as my mother picked up a black halter dress: “Mom, you want to wear a dress?”

My mother’s face also turned red, but she said stubbornly: “Why? Can’t I wear a skirt?”

“Not really, I just never saw you wearing it...”

“Hehe!” Mom curled her lips: “Give your dad a surprise tomorrow!” She kept gesturing with the skirt, and was hesitant to try the clothes on.

It wasn’t until a shopping guide came up and coaxed her into the fitting room that I was sure that my mother was really going to change her style this time.

This makes me look forward to it.

As far as I can remember, my mother always wears short-sleeved jeans in the summer and a cotton-padded jacket in the winter. For this reason, I complained about my mother’s fashion sense a long time ago, but was beaten by her. I still remember that beating today. I never thought that it was just because my father came back from a business trip... Hmm? Something seems to be wrong...

My son, isn’t he adopted?

Just as I was daydreaming, a weak voice came from the fitting room: “Um...is there a larger size?”

The shopping guide responded promptly: “Sorry, this skirt is out of stock. This is the last one.”

“But I think this one is too small, let’s forget it...”

The shopping guide certainly didn’t want to lose the sales performance, so she advised: “You can come out and look in the mirror. The space inside is too small, and the visual effect is biased.”

I also wanted to see how my mother looked in a skirt, so I urged her, “Yes, come out and see!”

“Hmm...” There was silence for about ten seconds. As the curtain swayed, a beautiful figure came out.

The face that always had a bright smile was now full of shame, with a touch of pink spreading from the cheeks to the ears. The white collarbone was clearly visible under the slender neck, and a few centimeters below, there was a sudden peak with almost no transition in the middle, so abrupt that it even made people feel a little suffocated. It suddenly retracted at the waist and abdomen, revealing a slender waist, followed by a butt as round as a full moon, which stretched the lower part of the skirt so much that the knee-length skirt just covered the thighs, turning it into a style similar to a hip skirt.

I was stunned. It never occurred to me that my mother, whom I had seen for more than ten years, had changed so much that I could not recognize her just by changing her clothes.

The shopping guide at the side was also stunned for a moment, but as he was experienced, he came to his senses immediately. While secretly marveling at the figure of the woman in front of him, he was also a little speechless for a moment.

Before entering the fitting room, she thought we were a young couple, but now she is a little unsure. A daughter with such a mature, plump and charming figure is not something a young boy can have.

A few seconds later, the salesperson said: “Ma’am, you have such a great figure!”

When the mother heard this, her eyebrows curved, and without explaining, she looked at her dazed son with a smile.

I finally came to my senses and scratched my head embarrassedly.

The mother walked to a large mirror, turned around slowly, and then tilted her head to ask her son, “Is it really that good-looking?”

I nodded quickly: “Beautiful! I have never seen you so beautiful!”

Mom turned around and pulled her collar in front of the mirror to cover the exposed cleavage. She held her chest and whispered, “But I still think the dress is a little small.”

The shopping guide next to him curled her lips secretly: “You are almost wearing the suspender skirt like sexy lingerie...”

But she said, “This size is perfect for your figure. If you buy a bigger size, you won’t look this good.” Then she started a whole set of standard sales talk. The compliments made my mother smile constantly. With my compliments, she thought for a long time and decided to buy the skirt: “At worst, I will just wear it at home for my husband to see!”

“Okay, let’s pack it up!”

After saying that, she walked towards the dressing room and prepared to change back into her original clothes.

Seeing this, I hurriedly said, “Mom, don’t change, just wear this one!”

I haven’t seen enough!

My mother glanced at a place not far away. There were several male guests who had stopped there at some point. Their strange gazes kept falling on her, giving her goose bumps on her neck.

She refused decisively: “No!”

“Then let me take a picture and post it on WeChat Moments to record my beautiful mother!” As I said that, I took out my cell phone and pointed it at my mother.

“Puff!”

The mother was amused by her son’s exaggerated performance, and this scene happened to be captured by me.

I just clicked save.

After taking the photo, he put the phone back into his pocket and continued strolling with his mother who had changed into new clothes.

Unfortunately, my mother only bought two more T-shirts, which disappointed me as I thought I would be able to feast my eyes.

What’s even more desperate is that after buying clothes, my mother took me into a hair salon.

“You still want to do your hair!?”

I was devastated. It takes at least three hours for a woman to do her hair.

How long do we have to wait?

My mother gave me a sly smile: “Why do you think I left home so early?”

“Mom, how about you do your hair and I go back first?” I blinked my eyes, hoping that my mother would behave herself.

“If you dare to run, I’ll break your legs!”

The mother raised her fist and replied fiercely, then smiled and said, “Just wait and see, and I’ll help you decide which hairstyle looks better!”

I sat down on the sofa in the store with a feeling of despair, took out my mobile phone painfully, and looked at the low battery level. I felt even more distressed - I read novels too late last night and forgot to charge it.

I took out my phone and looked at the photo of my mother’s waist slightly bent when she smiled, the amazing arc of her chest as if a heavy object was hanging on it, and the deepness revealed by it……

Chapter 3

Outside the security door, the sound of a man and a woman arguing came closer and closer.

“It’s already two o’clock in the afternoon! Do you know how bored I am waiting?” The man’s voice sounded young, and his tone was three parts tired, three parts resentful, and four parts helpless.

“How dare you say that! I asked you to help me with my hairstyle, but you ended up sleeping like a dead pig!” The female voice sounded full of energy, completely different from the emotion contained in the male voice before.

“Hey! I’m already very kind of me to go shopping with you so early in the morning, okay?”

“As a son, it’s your honor to be able to go shopping with your mother!”

The security door was opened from the outside, and my mother and I walked into the house one after another.

“I don’t care. I’m starving just waiting for you. You must cook me a good meal to reward me!” I muttered while changing my shoes while holding on to the wall.

“Well, let’s just order some takeout and eat.”

Hearing this, I glared at him and said, “Hey! I’ll wait for you until 2pm, do you know--!”

The mother reached out and pinched her son’s mouth, leaned her head close to me, and said word by word, face to face, “Shut up!”

A faint sweetness exhaled from my mother’s mouth and spread to my nose. A strand of slightly curly hair poked my face, making me feel a little itchy.

My mother’s new hairstyle is very good. The hairdresser trimmed her straight hair to be shorter, and used a curling iron to fix the shape. It looks messy but very beautiful. This makes her face full of girlishness more seductive. At first glance, she looks a bit like Japanese actress Satomi Ishihara.

In the close eye contact, I was the first to give in, and my eyes unconsciously moved away.

I suddenly found that I couldn’t look directly at the face that I had been looking at for more than ten years.

The ends of my hair still poked my face, but the itch went all the way to my heart.

“Okay... let’s just order takeout...”

I said this after my mother released my mouth.

…

The sofas in the hair salon were not comfortable, and the short nap in the morning did not give me much energy. Instead, I felt sore all over.

After lunch, my mother and I went back to our respective beds and began to catch up on our sleep, and we slept until dark.

When I woke up in the dark, I reached for my phone, turned on the screen and found that it was already nine o’clock in the evening.

“Mom didn’t call me?”

I was a little surprised and got up and walked to the door of my mother’s bedroom.

The bedroom door was open and the curtains inside were not drawn tightly. A beam of moonlight came in through the gap. In the dim light, a figure could be seen lying on the bed with his limbs sprawled out in a spread-eagle position, sleeping soundly.

I narrowed my eyes, revealing a dangerous look.

I was often bullied, so I began to think about resisting. I tiptoed to the bed, took out the cell phone from my pocket, and took seven consecutive photos of my mother’s face.

“Now I have enough evidence. Let’s see if you dare to call me a pig again!” Snap! Snap!

Accompanied by the sound of shutter clicks, the flashing strong light hit my mother’s face, causing her expression to gradually distort and her facial features to wrinkle tightly together.

“Jonathan!”

She opened her eyes and shouted, then reached out and grabbed something, but found nothing.

I had foreseen this and dodged my mother’s clutches in time, holding up my phone and laughing loudly, “Lazy pig! Get up!”

“You’re dead!”

The mother rolled out of bed without even putting on her slippers and rushed directly towards her son.

Seeing that the situation was not good, I ran back to the bedroom, closed the door, and locked it in one go, leaving the angry lioness outside the door helpless and furious.

Ignoring my mother’s yelling and threats, I sat back on the bed, held up my phone, and began to admire my trophy.

The moment the photo popped up, my face froze with pride.

The room was too dark just now, and the camera viewfinder was even darker, making it impossible for me to find the right angle. I simply raised the phone a little higher to include my mother’s upper body. Only then did I realize when I looked at the photo that my mother on the bed did she seem to be not wearing a bra!

In the photo, the delicate little face under the flashlight looks like a plaster statue of a goddess, glowing white. The closed eyes are very different from the usual lively ones, revealing a rare quiet temperament. The red and tender lips are slightly open, making people want to kiss and suck hard. Under the slender neck, the soft flesh on the chest, which is spread out by the weight, is tightly wrapped by the nightgown, outlining two plump contours. In the middle of the contours, there are two clearly visible, cherry-sized bulges, which seem to have some kind of magic, firmly nailing my eyes on them.

“Mom’s...nipples...”

My breathing became rapid.

I don’t know how long it took, I took a deep breath, my fingers trembled as I swiped across the screen, and pulled up the next photo. After a long moment of appreciation, I took another photo, and another...

Several photos, like slides, show the mother’s appearance from deep sleep to awakeness, frame by frame.

The brow peaks went from flat to slanted, the eyes went from closed to half open, the arms slowly raised, the two peaks were pulled, awakened from their slumber, and began to reveal their turbulent nature. Only the two bulges never changed, like the eternal truth in the world, attracting my eyes, making my breathing heavier, until it turned into panting.

In the last photo, my mother’s eyes were fully open. One arm supported her body and she leaned forward slightly. The other arm was raised to the air, with five fingers hooked into claws, grabbing towards the camera. The soft flesh on her chest was squeezed together, causing a few wrinkles on the originally smooth surface of the nightgown, and the truth that should have been highlighted disappeared.

A strong sense of restlessness surged in my heart, and I impatiently used two fingers to enlarge the photo, and enlarge it again and again, like a seriously ill patient bewitched by the devil, eagerly looking for a good medicine that could relieve the pain. Finally, in the shadow formed by a wrinkle, I found the two bumps that looked like medicine, but more like drugs.

Then the whole world became quiet again.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The door was knocked by my mother who left and came back.

“Do you want to have dinner?” Mom’s lazy voice came from outside the door: “I slept all afternoon and I’m not hungry at all.”

“I won’t eat either.”

I raised my head, revealing a pair of slightly red eyes. I replied in a very calm tone, without even putting down the phone in my hand, which was completely different from the panic in the bathroom yesterday.

After hearing the footsteps outside the door fade away, I jumped out of bed, slowly walked to the closet, and pulled out a white box from under a pile of clothes.

When I opened the box, the things inside made my pupils shrink.

The masturbation cup that looked like a piece of low-quality plastic yesterday now looks like a real human organ.

The cup body grew a little longer, about twelve centimeters; the thickness did not change much, still two fingers wide, less than three centimeters. The once flesh-colored cup body turned dark red, covered with countless green veins like blood vessels, making the originally smooth surface easier to grip. At the mouth of the cup, a circle of bright red material like tender meat squeezed together, forming a small hole with no caliber.

I felt a little nauseous, but also a little inexplicably excited.

I grabbed the masturbation cup, and the warm and strange touch made the hair on the back of my hand stand up.

“It’s like I’m really grabbing a piece of meat.”

I clenched my palms tightly, feeling the soft yet tough feel of the masturbation cup from the slightly sunken cup, and then looked at the small hole at the mouth of the cup.

…

The mother lay back on the bed, bored, so she took out her cell phone and made a video call.

“Honey, what do you want to eat tomorrow?”

My mother used her index finger to circle a strand of hair, and her voice was filled with excitement.

“Anything is fine. I like everything you cook.”

The man in the video looked a little weathered, with short hair covering his deep forehead wrinkles and a square face with a rosy glow. It was my father Dennis.

“No, you have to pick a few and tell me, otherwise I don’t know what to do.”

“... Then... steamed lamb... steamed bear paws... steamed deer tails... roasted duck... roasted chicken... roasted goose...”

“Hey! You’re practicing your lines here!”

My mother wrinkled her nose and said dissatisfiedly, but she didn’t hear the strange sounds coming from the man in the video from time to time.

“Haha!” Dennis couldn’t help laughing at his wife who was so angry that she laughed so hard that she couldn’t help yawning.

“Why, are you sleepy?”

“Well, I’m getting old, and I get sleepy at night.”

“Don’t sleep! Look at me first, what’s the difference?” Mom blinked her eyes and raised the ends of the hair she was playing with with her fingers slightly.

“Oh? Changed your hairstyle?”

“Does it look good? I changed it especially for you!”

“...It looks good!” Dennis flattered her and yawned again.

“Huh, so perfunctory!” Mom frowned slightly, but there was a trace of heartache in her eyes: “Husband, go to sleep if you are tired.”

“Okay, good night, honey.”

Dennis tried hard to keep his sleepy eyes open, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said goodbye to his wife with a gentle smile on his face.

“Good night~”

Dennis watched his wife hang up the video call, and then he used his hands to nudge the woman under him, and then she trembled all over...

After hanging up the video, my mother jumped out of bed humming a tune, opened the closet and looked at the black suspender skirt she had just bought today, then raised her phone to her mouth and sent a voice message, her tone shy and sweet: “Hubby, tomorrow night, I have another surprise for you.”

Seeing that the message was sent successfully, her face flushed with heat. She had already imagined her husband going wild with animal desires and pressing her down on the bed tomorrow night. Her long-neglected lower body also felt sour, as if responding to her master’s expectations.

“Hmm!”

At this moment, her vagina suddenly tightened, as if someone had grabbed it hard from the outside with their hands. The tender flesh inside was pressed together, and the dull pain from the friction between the inner walls made her groan.

The strange pain came and went quickly, like some kind of hallucination.

Mom looked at her lower body and suddenly felt as if it was invaded by a foreign object. A series of goose bumps spread from the perineum to the scalp. She belatedly let out a short scream: “Ah!” After the scream, she endured the discomfort in her lower body, quickly walked to the door and closed it, then hurriedly lifted up her nightgown and bent down to look at her vagina.

The slightly bulging mons pubis is covered with a layer of soft hair, revealing two plump, watery, pink labia majora. A pink gemstone-like clitoris the size of a soybean is wrapped inside, with only a little of its head sticking out.

The part below was blocked by her high and bulging breasts.

“hiss!”

The feeling of foreign body intrusion became more and more obvious. She bit her lower lip with her teeth and quickly adjusted her posture.

With her back leaning against the door, she arched her body, spread her legs wide, and pulled her labia with both hands, exposing her entire vulva to the light. My mother made an extremely indecent pose, and finally we could see the piece of bright red tender flesh guarded by her labia minora.

The bright red vaginal opening, which had not been used for a long time, was still tightly closed. Only the tender flesh around it was trembling slightly, as if it was enduring something.

“There’s nothing. How could it be...”

She frowned and looked at her vagina in confusion, which seemed to be the same as usual and had not changed at all, and thought with some fear.

Something unknown was pushed into her lower body inch by inch, and the dry vaginal opening was rubbed painfully. All the feelings were so clear that she trembled, but the unchanged vagina in front of her seemed to tell her that it was all an illusion.

Suddenly, the foreign object in her perception bent and started to move without any warning, causing her whole body to twitch. She couldn’t help but let out a heavy nasal sound: “Hmm!”

The foreign object dug and teased the vagina at will, and from time to time it would rotate a circle and change the angle, as if it was exploring an unknown cave, trying to measure every corner with its feet.

Mom’s eyes widened in horror: for her, this feeling was unfamiliar, but certainly not strange.

She had felt this when she was with her husband Dennis!

This is, finger!

The foreign object that entered the vagina was a finger!

But even though she felt that her body was turned upside down, the vulva in front of her remained the same. Apart from her own vagina which actively contracted back under the stress, no other changes occurred.

The gap between reality and perception made the mother feel as if she was mentally disturbed. She covered her lower body tightly with her hands, trying to block the invisible finger, but found it was in vain.

Even the real touch from her palm was reminding her that her real pussy was still tightly closed. There were no fingers, let alone any fingering. It was all fake, all her imagination.

She was confused, as if her brain had shut down, until the phantom finger was pulled out of her vagina, and then she came to her senses.

Something seemed to have fallen on the palm of her hand that was covering her lower body. Mom raised her hand and took a look: a slippery liquid had appeared on her palm, flashing under the light.

“Is this, my vaginal fluid...?”

She couldn’t believe that she would be attracted to a fake finger.

The next moment, her face turned pale, her body suddenly arched, her mouth opened wide, and a scream rang out in the bedroom.

…

I brought the masturbation cup close to my eyes and looked carefully at the scene inside.

Three fingers were inserted into the hole and stretched hard, expanding the originally tiny gap into a hole with a diameter of three centimeters.

The masturbation cup showed excellent elasticity at this time. Even though the cup mouth, which was originally only two fingers thick, was stretched to deformation, there was still no sign of cracking.

“It’s just... magical...”

My gaze passed through the hole, lingered on the pale pink inner wall that was constantly wriggling and trembling for a while, and then I pulled out my fingers.

The moment the finger was pulled away, the mouth of the cup bounced back, and an unknown substance that looked like bright red tender meat quickly shrank, filling the black hole, and in the blink of an eye it returned to its original small hole.

“It’s so tight...”

I moved my sore fingers and saw the shiny liquid on them. I hesitated for a moment and licked them with my tongue: “Hmm... it doesn’t taste like anything.”

Just now, when I was using a finger to explore the inside of the masturbation cup, I discovered that as I was fiddling with it, there was a reaction inside, and some transparent liquid seeped out of the inner wall. It was slippery and sticky, just like what flows out of a woman’s lower body when she’s in estrus in novels.

At that time, I was trying to find the legendary G-spot, but unfortunately the masturbation cup seemed to have only a straight in and out channel, and there was no area like the front and back walls of the vagina, which made me feel regretful and relieved at the same time.

“It’s just a masturbation cup after all, it’s not really a woman’s vagina.” But even so, the fact that it can automatically secrete vaginal fluid in response to stimulation is enough to make people marvel, not to mention that it is transformed from a plastic product into a “real simulated masturbation cup” in such an incredible way.

Of course I understand that there are many weird things going on, but I don’t want to think too much about it at the moment. The lust aroused by my mother’s photo makes my lower body swollen and painful. Now my mind is full of thoughts of stuffing my penis into that bright red hole, stroking it hard, and then spraying semen into the deepest part.

But, it seems like something is missing...

I squinted my eyes, stared at the small circle of light stained with vaginal fluid on the outer edge of the hole, recalled the scenes in the novel, and slowly put my mouth close to it.

Not wet enough.

…

My mother was lying on the floor, gasping for breath and wiping the cold sweat from the tip of her nose. She had just recovered from the pain as if her lower body was torn apart, and then she felt two soft petals pressing against her vagina.

The next second, a foreign object as flexible as a venomous snake came out and began to move around the vagina. Every time it scraped a place, a faint itchy feeling arose, and it drilled deep into the vagina.

“ah!”

She cried out in surprise, and shrank back as if she had been electrocuted, but gradually relaxed under the gentle pleasure.

The two extreme feelings changed too quickly, and the afterglow of pain turned into pleasure, giving her the illusion that the pain just now was also very pleasant.

“Hmm…ah…”

My mother moaned softly, and the snake’s scraping seemed to be becoming more and more skillful. Her entire vagina was gradually filled with itchiness, and her uterus deep inside began to swell and ache slightly.

The previous severe pain instantly destroyed her defenses, so that she couldn’t even suppress her screams, let alone get up from the ground. She just crawled on the ground, moaning. Slowly, her hips began to sway gently with the rhythm of the venomous snake.

itch…

The long-suppressed lust in her mature flesh was aroused at this moment. She unconsciously exerted force in her waist and abdomen, and her round buttocks were lifted higher and higher, eventually forming a shameful kneeling posture of a bitch.

It’s so itchy...

The uterus is trembling, the vagina is twitching, and a cool feeling spreads out from the vagina, turning into a small stream, flowing down across the clitoris and falling on the hair of the mons pubis.

“Hmm!”

The poisonous snake began to be dissatisfied with simple scraping, and began to draw circles on the opening of the vagina, causing the two fleshy buttocks to clamp together forcefully. The huge buttocks closed back like clams, and the pink anus in the middle quickly contracted and then expanded, which was extremely beautiful.

My mother raised her head and panted. Her misty almond-shaped eyes were gradually becoming misty under her short curly hair, as if she was craving for something.

Help…

As if it heard her call, the venomous snake made a final circle and reached the cavity opening, stopping moving. It contracted and gathered strength, and finally turned into a cylindrical object, slowly but firmly squeezing in.

Suddenly, my mother felt her entire vagina cheering with a deafening roar. The pleasure that had been accumulated for a long time turned into a bolt of lightning and struck her uterus hard.

“Ughhhh!!!”

Her body was stiff for a full five seconds, her lower abdomen contracted violently, causing her hips to twitch violently, and the flesh on her buttocks swung wildly, as if it would break off the bones and fly into the wall in the next second.

Too bad it’s a bit short...

At the moment of climax, such a thought flashed through my mother’s mind.

On the other side, I took two breaths, retracted my tongue which had been squeezed numb by the suddenly tightened inner wall, wiped the liquid around my lips, looked at the muddy tender flesh, and a wanton smile appeared on my face.

I took off my underwear, revealing a thirteen-centimeter slender penis, and the glans gently touched the entrance.

“no!”

Mom woke up suddenly. The familiar touch from her vagina made her realize what it was instantly. The blood drained from her face, which had just been flushed, and her eyes were filled with fear.

“No, this won’t work!”

She hurriedly covered her lower body with her hands, trying to create a barrier for herself, but her hands only felt slippery.

I used my fingers to scoop up some liquid and smeared it on the glans until the surface of the glans became wet and slippery. I took a deep breath, adjusted the angle, and then exerted force with my right hand to push the masturbator straight to the bottom.

“ah--!”

The mother and son, who were separated in two rooms, cried out at the same time.

The son’s voice was filled with comfort; the mother’s voice was filled with fear and pain, as well as a hint of imperceptible joy.

“Hiss! So good!”

I felt as if my penis had entered a warm flesh pot. The soft flesh-like inner walls that were constantly wriggling wrapped my penis tightly, massaging it from front to back, left to right. The glans seemed to be pressing against a small mouth, holding the urethra while firmly blocking it in front.

Looking at the masturbator again, the cup body was obviously enlarged, and through the surface, the outline of the penis could be vaguely seen. The top of the cup body was slightly deformed, as if a bulge was formed by the monster inside that was struggling to get out, making the dark red color slightly lighter and a little transparent - this was the price of swallowing my penis in its entirety for a masturbator that was only 12 cm long.

I paused for a moment and started trying to stroke the masturbation cup. The soft flesh inside suddenly came alive, and countless small hands wrapped around my penis tightly, trying to restrict my movement.

But how could I stop at this moment? I increased the strength in my hands. The tighter it sucked inside, the harder I pulled and thrust.

Gradually, more and more vaginal fluid was secreted from the inner wall, and as the masturbator rose and fell, a “chi chi” sound was made.

“Ha ha!!”

An unprecedented sour and pleasurable feeling surged up my head, making my scalp numb. My panting sound turned into a conductor’s call at this moment, causing the masturbation cup to rise and fall with the rhythm.

The entanglement of the soft flesh seemed to relax a little, and there was no longer the previous resistance, but the love juice in the flesh pot became more and more, and was brought out by the penis that kept going in and out, wetting my pubic hair, and then became sticky under the continuous impact and friction, and slowly turned white.

“Mom…Mom!”

I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, and the image of my mother flashed through my mind like a passing scene, her frown, her smile, her pair of erect weapons, her pair of fatal bulges...intertwined with the pleasure that was rushing straight to my head at this moment, and gradually dyed a layer of bright red.

I don’t know when the seed of immorality was planted, but it has grown into a towering tree. The image in my mind gradually becomes blurred, but the pleasure becomes clearer and clearer. Indistinctly, it seems that a fruit has grown on the top of the tree.

“Mom…Mom!”

The movements of his hands were still accelerating, and the secretion of vaginal fluid gradually could not keep up with the speed of thrusting, forming streaks of white liquid hanging on the penis. The mouth of the cup slapped heavily on the lower abdomen, making a dull slapping sound, and pulling out sticky white threads when moving away.

The murmurs in my mouth were intertwined with the pleasure, as if some kind of connection was formed, turning into a rope that strangled me, tightening again and again, as if forcing me to roar out the cry that was buried deep in my heart.

“mom!”

The glans kept colliding with the tip, causing the masturbator to bulge and repeatedly be pulled between deformation and recovery. The little mouth inside was becoming softer and softer, and the force hindering the penis’s progress became weaker and weaker.

I suddenly opened my red eyes, and my face was twisted with pleasure. Pain and struggle flashed across my face. My lips moved for a moment, and I finally admitted my inner desire: “I want to fuck you!” “I want to fuck you!”

The forbidden fruit was swallowed in one gulp.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!”

Once the shackles of morality are broken off overnight, desire will overwhelm the mind like a flood.

I was like a madman, my dancing right hand almost left an afterimage, and my penis was poked hard to the end, leaving big bulges on the surface of the cup, as if I wanted to penetrate the entire masturbation cup.

A strong urge to pee came from my penis, but I ignored it and instead pulled out and thrust harder. The glans, which had grown bigger again, scraped the soft flesh on the inner wall, making it tremble wildly. Pairs of small hands wrapped around my penis again, layer upon layer, tightly wrapping it completely, making my thrusts increasingly difficult, but increasingly comfortable.

Until the entire inner wall became a piece of stiff muscle, squeezing the penis so that it could no longer move at all. The small mouth at the end suddenly opened and spit out a stream of hot liquid onto the glans. I shuddered and roared, finally shooting all the semen into the depths of the flesh pot.

The out-of-body pleasure faded away, and I collapsed on the bed, leaving the masturbation cup still wrapped around my penis standing upright on my lower abdomen.

Feeling the still tight flesh pot shrinking and contracting, as if sucking the remaining sperm, I curled the corners of my mouth and revealed a strange smile: “Mom, your pussy is so good.”

In another bedroom, my mother was still kneeling on the floor. Her nightgown was soaked with sweat and stuck to her body, revealing her graceful curves. Her forehead was touching the floor, her eyes were hidden by her messy short hair, and saliva was dripping from the edges of her slightly open lips onto the ground. She was in a daze, not moving a single step.

If she hadn’t twitched from time to time, one would have thought she was a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

After a long time, my mother raised her head, supported the ground with her palms full of teeth marks, and pushed her hair aside to reveal a pair of red and swollen eyes from crying.

She stood up weakly, and just as she held her numb knee and was about to walk back to the bed, the half-soft penis in her vagina suddenly jumped.

“No…don’t…”

Mom’s eyes widened in disbelief, tears of fear welling up in her eyes again: “No more!” The penis seemed not to hear her pleas, slowly swelled and hardened, filling her cavity once again and starting to operate on its own.

As soon as it twitched, it became violent instantly. The glans skillfully squeezed through the layers of tender flesh and hit the center of the flower hard, bringing even stronger stimulation than before.

My mother’s legs went soft and she fell to her knees again. The hem of her skirt fell to the ground, soaked with a pool of slippery liquid.

“Ah...ah...no more...I don’t want it anymore...ah ah...”

The vagina that had just experienced an orgasm was extremely sensitive. The cavity, which had not yet cooled down, was still trembling, and was ruthlessly penetrated by the hard penis again.

“Ah... please... ahhh... stop... ahhh... help... ahhhh...” The intense pleasure hit her like a wave, leaving her no time to cover her mouth. A series of wailings echoed throughout the bedroom. Gradually, the wailings turned into joyful chants, and finally into uncontrollable moans.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!”

The penis was flying in the flesh pot, and white liquid mixed with semen was brought out of the small hole, and then compacted by the rapid slapping, soaking my pubic hair into wisps.

I was calling out my mother’s name, and I was pulling out the masturbation cup with my left hand. The love juice was splashing everywhere, and the sour feeling of the penis scraping against the inner wall slowly overlapped with the cute image in my mind.

A phantom of a woman seemed to appear in front of my eyes, enjoying herself under me, and the masturbation cup wrapped around my penis seemed to have really turned into my mother’s vagina, making a “pa pa” sound under my impact and shaking continuously with my thrusting.

In a trance, I seemed to hear my mother’s moan, like a dream, as if it was far away, yet close to my ear.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

My mother let out meaningless moans, and was overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure and unable to think.

She lay on the ground like a bitch, her butt moving up and down subconsciously, as if there was really a man behind her who was ramming her lower body wildly, pushing her to the crest of the wave.

The new hairstyle I changed in the afternoon was soaked by sweat and became messy as it swung, no longer having its previous beauty.

A pair of plump and tender breasts, pulled into round strips by gravity, swayed with the rhythm, and through the almost translucent nightgown, they appeared as a surging shadow.

Occasionally, you can see the two swollen and hardened bumps sliding across the surface of the nightgown, leaving twisted lines.

The night has just begun.

Chapter 4

I have never slept so comfortably.

If the thick curtains hadn’t blocked out the sunlight, which had turned my eyelids bright yellow, I think I could have slept for another hour or so.

But when I opened my eyes this time, I no longer felt tired.

“Ugh-ha!”

Stretching out nicely after waking up is definitely one of the happiest moments in life! I thought.

Then, my falling palm touched a warm rod-like object.

I looked down and saw the masturbator with an evil appearance coming into my sight.

I suddenly remembered the madness of last night.

The entanglement of flesh walls, the sucking of the little mouth, the splashing of obscene fluid, and the bone-eroding pleasure.

Then a wave of fear came over me.

I pulled back the quilt and saw the penis hanging limply on my belly like a worm. I breathed a sigh of relief: “Fortunately, the penis is still alive.”

I picked up the masturbation cup and began to observe the culprit that had obsessed me last night and made me feel scared today.

The cup body is still dark red with green veins, and the bright red hole is squeezed into a small gap. The length and diameter have not changed, just like when it was just taken out of the box.

“Where’s the semen? Where are all those big bubbles of semen I have?”

Although I don’t know how many times I ejaculated in the end, I still remember the first two times. Logically, even if the masturbator is of good quality and has not been deformed by me, there should be some traces left after the various liquids have dried. But the masturbator in front of me, although it looks disgusting, is indeed as clean as new, and there is not even a trace of dirt around the small hole.

Seeing this, a word suddenly popped up in my mind.

“Self-cleaning?”

This unscientific scene made me shudder, and I looked at the penis under me that seemed to be safe.

I fiddled with my penis anxiously, carefully feeling every inch of change, and only relaxed after making sure everything was normal: “Hmm...it really doesn’t seem to have any effect on me.”

At this moment, I felt a sudden tingling sensation in my lower body as if it had been awakened by the fiddling. I scratched it for a long time with a grimace in my teeth. When I raised my hand, I saw that the gaps between my nails were filled with white flakes.

I spread my thighs apart and took a look, only to find that the entire crotch was covered with a thick membrane-like substance, which was torn in a few places by my scratching, and there were tiny grayish-white fragments scattered around the edges.

The membrane, which had long since dried, clung to his body, stretching his skin tight, and leaving grayish-white marks extending all the way down to his buttocks.

I moved my butt and saw large patches of white water stains on the bed, which showed last night’s glorious battle record like a soldier’s medals.

I glanced at the masturbation cup beside me, then pouted and sucked my teeth: “Now I have to wash the sheets, don’t let mom see...”

Speaking of my mother, I suddenly remembered: Why didn’t she wake me up in the morning?

Could it be that I didn’t hear it?

I raised my head and looked at the door that had been locked since last night, with a trace of relief on my face: “I didn’t hear it? At most, I will be scolded by my mother, but these things cannot be seen by my mother.”

I sneaked out of the bedroom, holding a balled-up bed sheet in my hands, and moved towards the bathroom like a spy behind enemy lines.

When I passed my mother’s room, I glanced at it carefully. I didn’t see anyone, but I smelled the scent of air freshener. I was shocked to realize that my bedroom must be filled with a strange smell, so I hurried, thinking about going back to open the window for ventilation after I was done.

“But why did mom spray air freshener in the room?”

Without thinking much, I trotted all the way to the bathroom, but I heard the humming sound of the washing machine through the door, and my heart skipped a beat.

“It’s over. Mom is washing clothes. If I go in now, I’ll be caught!”

But I can’t not wash it! I can’t put it back, or hide it and put a new one on, or I’ll be asked about it!

--The only bed sheet I have is the gray-blue one I bought myself at great expense. The others are all soft pink ones bought by my mother...

The color difference is too big.

I looked at the sheet in my hand, wrapped the part with water stains inside, gritted my teeth, pushed the door and walked into the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I saw my mother standing in front of the washing machine with her back revealed.

For some reason, she didn’t wear her favorite nightgown, but instead changed into a thin two-piece spring and autumn pajamas. Her hair, which had just been done yesterday, was tangled together, looking messy as if it had been wet by sweat and then dried into clumps.

“cough!”

I coughed lightly and greeted my mother, “Mom...”

As soon as the word “Mom” came out of my mouth, my heart was moved, as if I was back to last night when I was frantically pulling out and inserting the masturbation cup with red eyes, and my eyes unconsciously glanced at my mother’s buttocks.

“What are you thinking about! !”

I cursed myself, took a deep breath, held my composure, and tried my best to pretend to be natural and said again: “Mom, what a coincidence that you are here to wash clothes too?”

After saying that, I wanted to slap myself twice. What a coincidence! Clothes are usually put in the clothes basket!

But my mother seemed not to hear me and just stood there in a daze without moving.

I hesitated for two seconds, took a few steps forward, and found another topic: “You need to take care of your hair. You can’t just leave it like this.”

My mother was still standing there in a daze, as if her mind was frightened by something. But at this moment, I smelled a strange smell from her. It was not the body odor that I often smell, but the odor of some liquid that had been immersed in a small space for a long time and then slowly dried up.

Not smelly, but strong.

It was so thick that it made my lower abdomen feel hot and my lower body began to stir.

“When are you thinking about these things?”

I bit the tip of my tongue to suppress the restlessness in my body, looked at my mother again, and couldn’t help but lean my head over her shoulder to look at her face.

I saw that my mother had a pair of thick dark circles under her eyes, her eyes were red and swollen, and her bags under her eyes hung like two worms. Her eyes were empty, as if she was in a daze.

“mom?”

I asked with a puzzled look on my face.

Mom finally reacted at this moment. She was startled by the face that suddenly appeared in front of her. She shrugged her shoulders and let out a soft cry: “Ah!”

“Ah...I was thinking about something.” Mom explained.

“Oh, I’ll wash the sheets.” I raised the ball of cloth in my hand.

“Well, I just washed it too, you can put it in yourself.”

“What happened to your eyes? Did you stay up all night watching drama?”

My mother is like a little girl. She loves watching brainless idol dramas and often cries while watching them. It is normal for me to have such doubts.

“…I’m going to take a shower.” Unexpectedly, my mother did not answer my question. After a moment of silence, she walked into the bathroom.

“Why take a bath in the middle of the day?”

I was full of doubts, but then I felt secretly delighted.

I wasn’t scolded or questioned, and the sheets arrived safely at their destination!

Watching my mother, who was as defenseless as always towards me, close the bathroom door, I forced myself to resist the urge to peek. I paused the washing machine, opened the lid, and found that the clothes inside had indeed just been washed.

Bed sheets, quilt covers, a few pieces of clothes that had long been placed in the laundry basket waiting to be washed, and the nightgown that my mother was wearing yesterday.

Perhaps because it was the lightest, the nightgown was still floating on the water and had not completely sunk, surrounded by a pile of foam.

On the exposed dry surface, there are a few water stains, which are light in the center, dark at the edges, and grayish white in color.

I was stunned for a moment. All the previous questions came together. There seemed to be an amazing idea struggling to surface in my heart, but it seemed like something was missing, making me unable to grasp the key.

This feeling made me upset, so I simply threw the bed sheet in. I watched my nightgown being slowly pushed under the water, and my annoyance gradually dissipated.

“I have to go back and open the window!”

…

In the bathroom, my mother turned the shower head on to the maximum and tilted her head back to meet the rushing water, as if to wash away all the random thoughts in her head.

Countless drops of water slid down the jade neck, stayed for a moment at the shallow collarbone, were intercepted by the towering peaks, and turned into a waterfall at a bright red spot. The few that slipped through the net continued to flow southward, passing through the waist, washing away the stains that stuck to the lower abdomen, and then moistening the messy hair at the pubic area, making it soft again.

Some no longer violent water flowed over the labia and fell onto the tightly closed cavity, gently caressing the vagina like a gentle finger. The entire piece of bright red tender flesh shrank back suddenly as if in response, causing my mother to twitch.

At this moment, she seemed to be awakened. She lowered her head to avoid the water flow, bent over and supported herself against the wall, gasping for breath as if she was almost drowning.

My eyes felt sore and swollen, and I didn’t know if it was because my tear glands were working again or because water droplets splashed into my eyelids.

Mom didn’t know when she fell asleep. She only remembered that when she woke up, the bedroom was a mess, her lower body was dry and painful, and her nightgown was stiff from being soaked with sweat and love juice.

There is no need to remember the physical fatigue and inner fear, because they are still clear now.

What happened at night?

Is it an illusion?

But the soul-stirring pleasure is real, the love juice flowing all over the floor is real, and the long-pent-up desire being satisfied... is also real.

Is it imagination?

But where does the trembling come from when the cavity is being penetrated wildly and the center of the flower is being hit continuously, as if the soul is being pierced?

Can you imagine feelings that you have never experienced?

But she couldn’t touch it.

Not only can’t my hands touch it, but my vagina can’t be touched either.

Even after she clearly felt the penis trembling and shooting fluid into her body and becoming no longer erect, she inserted her fingers into the hole and groped around for a while, and when she took them out, she could not smell any fishy smell.

She was fucked by a penis all night long, but she couldn’t even touch its semen.

How do you explain all this?

Who can tell her the answer?

Hallucination? Imagination? False? Real?

Countless questions swirled in her mind, and the fear of the unknown made her tremble with fear.

She thought of ghosts, sorcery, and even aliens, but she gained nothing except more fear.

Her hands and feet were numb, she had difficulty breathing, her face was swollen and numb, and her vision went black.

Suddenly, her brain felt dizzy, as if the unresolved emotions had accumulated to a certain threshold.

After the dizziness, her body felt even more tired, but the fear in her heart disappeared, as if it had never existed from the beginning.

She must be sick, she thought finally.

Chapter 5

“Are you sick?”

I swallowed the rice in my mouth and looked at my mother across the table, a little bit incredulous: “You can get sick too?”

In my impression, my mother is not as strong as an ox, but she is immune to all diseases. It seems that she has never been sick since she was a child. At most, she would cough twice and have a runny nose, and then take two pills and she would be fine.

“I’m your mom, and I’m just an ordinary person, okay?” Mom rolled her eyes with her still swollen eyes and said unhappily.

After taking a shower, her spirits recovered a little. Although she still looked haggard compared to usual, she was no longer in a daze.

But now I somewhat believe that my mother is really sick - her attack power is so weak that it is not at her level at all.

“Why did you get sick?”

“I just suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.”

“You’re not in a bad mood and too lazy to move because you were abused by the drama, are you trying to order me around?”

I narrowed my eyes and stared at my mother, making a final test.

“I didn’t watch the show!” Mom replied impatiently.

She felt that this brat had a kind of magic in his words, and he could make her teeth itch with just three sentences. However, once she got angry, the hidden worries in her heart subconsciously faded a lot.

“What about your eyes?”

“I--” As soon as the word came out of her mouth, my mother seemed to be stuck. Her face turned pale, as if she remembered some unspeakable secret, and she showed a sad expression.

I stared at my mother in confusion for a few seconds. Slowly, her eyes widened. Finally, as if she had guessed the truth, she shouted, “Could it be--!”

My mother’s train of thought was interrupted by my shouting. She stared blankly at her son, who seemed to have some kind of seizure. Her confused expression looked so cute.

But I swallowed the rest of the words back. Then, tears welled up in my eyes and I choked up, “Looking at the time... Grandpa is really getting old... I should have thought... that sooner or later this day will come...”

Not noticing that the face opposite me was already gloomy, I wiped my nose, lowered my head and continued to comfort her: “Mom, don’t worry that it will affect my studies. I will bear grandpa’s expectations...”

“Jonathan!!!”

My mother couldn’t stand it any longer, so she raised her upper body and crossed over the dining table. She grabbed my hair, clenched her other hand into a cone, and drilled it into my head.

Five minutes later.

“Mom, I believe you. You are really sick.”

I lay on the table, covering my head which seemed to be pierced by air, and spoke with a weak breath.

“So...” After a rant, my mother felt refreshed. She blew away a strand of hair from between her fingers and continued, “You wash the pot for lunch.”

The corner of my mouth twitched and I agreed, “Okay...”

“You buy the food for this afternoon.”

“…good.”

“At night...”

I don’t know where I got the strength from, I suddenly stood up and said angrily, “I won’t cook dinner tonight!”

“You wish! Three”

My mother rolled her eyes at me and then said, “You’ll also be the one washing the pot tonight!”

…

The summer was scorching hot. By the time I got home carrying a big bag of vegetables, I was already sweating profusely.

While I was secretly complaining about my mother’s tyranny, I took out the key and inserted it into the door lock. The security door slowly opened, and then a beautiful figure rushed towards me, which stunned me for a moment.

“Mother!”

A look of surprise appeared on my face, and then I looked at my mother who was hugging me. When I looked closely, I saw that my mother was hanging on me like a koala, with her limbs tightly hooked together, hugging my body tightly, as if she wanted to rub herself into me.

Suddenly, I felt my shoulder was wet. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that my mother’s eyes were closed and strings of tears were squeezing out of them, sliding all the way to her chin, leaving a wet mark on my shoulder.

I maintained this posture, and my eyes involuntarily looked at my mother’s body. I saw that my mother’s posture was simply tempting to commit a crime!

The top was deformed by the two raised arms, revealing a section of the snowy waist, which formed a strong contrast with the suddenly wide hips below. The plump and round buttocks were divided into two obvious parts with the forked thighs, stretching the silk pajamas into two extremely full shapes, and then tightened in the middle, forming a deep ravine like an abyss.

I loosened the bag in my hand, and then I involuntarily stretched out a hand and placed it directly on the exposed piece of snow-white flesh of my mother.

So soft and tender.

This is my only feeling at this moment.

I resisted the urge to caress her and just felt the touch of my palm while she cried silently.

Gradually, I was no longer satisfied with the soft waist. My little finger gently curled up, moving further and further away from the ring finger, and then tremblingly reached down.

“I really want to...I really want to touch it...”

The little finger stopped just before it touched the buttocks, and moved back with difficulty, struggling on the way back, and moved down again. Desire and reason kept pulling, causing it to move back and forth in the air, with nowhere to rely on. A sense of stiffness jumped down from the fingertips, as if it was about to cramp.

But the rationality in my mind still succumbed to desire, and I stretched out my other hand and grabbed my mother’s fat buttocks with both hands. My hands quickly occupied that soft area, and then I used force with my hands to support my mother’s body so that she would not feel uncomfortable with her legs clamped around my waist.

The entire palm sank into the flesh in an instant, and I could feel the amazing fullness and elasticity between my fingers.

At this time, my mother also squeezed her thighs.

At this moment, my two big hands were supporting my mother’s buttocks in the middle, with my soft fingers sinking deep into her buttocks, pressing out beautiful grooves on the surface of her pajamas.

It’s like... it’s like...

“It’s like I’m spreading my mother’s buttocks and preparing to insert my penis.”

　　

My mother is not tall, only 1.63 meters, but her plump breasts and round buttocks are a real plus. Her weight is often over 115 kilograms, approaching the 120-kilogram mark.

Although I also enjoy holding a beautiful woman in my arms, I also want to know why my mother has become so tearful now.

Then I put the hand that was supporting my mother’s plump buttocks on her back, patted her gently, and whispered in her ear, asking her what had happened.

My mother’s body trembled for a while, then she rubbed my shoulder with her tearful face, and said in a soft voice, “Son, your father just had a car accident.”

　　

I was shocked when I heard this news. I said to my mother, “Mom, when did you receive the call? How serious was Dad’s accident? Which hospital is he in now?”

Hearing what I said, my mother choked up and said, “You...your dad...just called me...and said...he was almost there...in ten minutes...but...your dad just chatted with me about family matters for a while...and then...he was hit by...a big truck...and now...he is in Sunshine Hospital...”

After listening to what my mother said, I held her cheeks with both hands and said to her, “Mom, you should change your clothes now. I’ll wait for you.”

While my mother was changing clothes, I had already called a taxi. I stood in front of the mirror in the living room, looking at the image in the mirror whose chest was constantly rising and falling, and smiled a smile that I had never seen before.

“You are challenging a taboo!!!”

The person in the mirror was scolding.

“But, it’s so exciting...” I slowly raised my right hand, gradually spread out and tightened my palm, stretched my five fingers to the limit, and bent a slight arc, as if I was holding a huge spherical object that I couldn’t grasp: “And...”

“Mom’s butt is so big!”

…………

When we arrived at the hospital, my mother and I were led by the traffic police who were waiting at the door. At the door of the operating room, the truck driver who was waiting at the door of the operating room said sorry to us and said it was not intentional as soon as he saw us.

My mother and I seemed not to hear anything and kept looking towards the operating room. After waiting for about five minutes, the doctor in a bloody white coat came out of the operating room and said, “Who is the patient’s family member?”

My mother and I said at the same time, I am.

The doctor looked at my mother and me, then spoke to my mother.

Madam, your husband has no hope of being saved. Please take you and your children to see him for the last time.

After hearing what the doctor said, my mother fell backwards helplessly as if her soul had been taken away. I quickly hugged her to prevent her from falling to the ground.

The doctor may be used to this situation...

When we arrived at the operating room, I saw my father lying on the operating table, wearing a respirator, his body twitching from time to time, and his left hand and left foot were gone...

I came to my father and said with sobs, “Dad, mom and I are here, you must hold on.”

Dad forced himself to open his eyes and continued, “...Wife...son...son...Dad...Dad I...I’m sorry...I’m sorry to you...”

After Dad finished saying this, the ECG monitor started beeping...

After coming out of the operating room, my mother and I were in a daze. At this time, the insurance company staff came and were arguing with the truck driver’s insurance personnel.

I helped my mother sit on the chair next to us. I first spread my coat on the cold chair, then let my mother sit down, and I sat next to her.

My mother leaned her head on my shoulder tiredly. At this moment, the truck driver not far away suddenly yelled for some reason, then rushed to my mother and me, and then put his mobile phone in front of us. The video in the phone was playing the video of the scene.

In the video, there was a shaking first, followed by a shocking scene. A vehicle split into two halves was lying in the middle of the road. The man in the left vehicle was lying on the steering wheel. His left hand was crushed by the car window. The seat he was sitting on was pushing forward with his legs. His lower body was covered in blood, red with white, and vaguely visible was what looked like a human head... As for the other half of the car body, it had turned into a discus.

When my mother saw this, she fainted, and I was so scared that I quickly called a doctor.

The story can be summarized as follows: my mother was on the phone with my father while I was out buying groceries. My father was talking to my mother on the phone while giving oral sex to his lover and driving. Because he was not paying attention and turned without paying attention to the vehicle, he was hit from behind by a truck. He was then pushed forward by the impact of the truck and was split in half by a telephone pole. My mother and I went to the hospital to see my father for the last time.

The sunlight shone on my mother’s cheek, and her beautiful eyelashes were like dancing elves, trembling slowly. Then my mother opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was me sitting beside the bed.

Mom, you’re awake.

Um.

Then my mother stared at the ceiling of the hospital like a zombie...

My mother didn’t go to my father’s funeral. She seemed like a different person.

I am halfway through my high school vacation, and what has happened during this period has been a real roller coaster.

It’s now the second week since Dad left.

I was getting ready to go out for a morning run. When I passed by the living room, a figure caught my eye and made me freeze in place, unable to move an inch.

It turned out that my mother was practicing yoga in the living room. She was wearing a blue sports bra on her upper body and tight yoga pants of the same color on her lower body. She was lying on a gray yoga mat, supporting herself with her hands, leaning back, with one leg flat on the yoga mat and the other leg bent upward, her instep stretched straight, her toes only a foot away from the top of her head. Her cheeks were smooth and delicate without any makeup, her face was slightly red, and her eyes were lightly closed.

The rosy and plump lips are so beautiful that people can’t help but want to kiss them.

As if tired from exercise, my mother frowned slightly, and a drop of sweat flowed down her collarbone and disappeared in the endless deep ravine. Only the exaggerated curve wrapped by the underwear told how magnificent the fullness of my mother’s chest was.

I swallowed and looked to the side. The yoga pants were close to her skin, like a gentle curve, outlining my mother’s perfect legs.

But at the bottom of the buttocks, it suddenly turns upward, outlining a perfect peach shape with an exaggerated arc.

In the middle of the peach, at the base of the legs, the seam of the yoga pants is deeply sunken, and the fullness on both sides is clearly visible, forming the shape of a camel toe. Seeing it makes me feel hot inside, and my penis, which had just softened for a while, begins to stand up again.

“Is that where I was born? What a beautiful shape!” He reached down and adjusted the position of his penis. “I really want to cut open the crotch of my mother’s pants to see what it looks like.”

I really want to rush up right now, hold down my mother’s big ass, insert my penis into that tempting little hole, go back to the place where I was born, let my mother moan under my crotch, fuck my mother hard, and make my mother my woman!

Just when I was lost in my reverie and about to lose control of myself, my mother’s voice came and pulled me out of my fantasy: “Son, what are you doing standing there like an idiot? Why did you get up so early today?”

“Mom, I’m going to go for a morning run to exercise.” As he said this, he sat on the sofa and picked up the cushion and put it on his legs to cover the abnormality below. “I saw mom practicing yoga, so I was curious and watched for a while longer.”

“This is not like you normally,” Mom sat up and rubbed her sore legs. “You usually stay up until the last minute, but you suddenly got up so early and went for a morning run. Did you do something bad again and are you afraid that Mom will find out?”

I had a righteous look on my face and quickly denied it: “How could that be? Mom, why do you think so of me? I just want to exercise well so that I can better protect you in the future.”

“My son has grown up.” The mother looked at me with satisfaction, “He knows how to protect his mother.”

“Of course, mom is so good to me, I not only have to protect you, but also be filial to you and make you the happiest mother in the world.”

“Mom is satisfied that you have such filial piety.” Mom sat up and looked at me with a smile.

“Mom, I see you are tired from doing yoga. Let me give you a massage to relax you.” Without waiting for my mother to answer, I walked over, sat next to her, put my hands on her calves, and started massaging.

“When did you learn how to massage?” When my mother saw that I had already started massaging, she stopped refusing.

“I read in a book before that acupoint massage can help relieve physical fatigue.” Of course, this is all made up by me. It was just a sudden whim. I wanted to use massage to have close contact with my mother, improve the intimacy between my mother and me, and take advantage of her at the same time.

“Read less irrelevant books and focus on studying. Try to get good grades in the final exam at the end of the year, so that you can enter the key class next semester.” Mom stroked my hair and said earnestly.

“Got it, Mom. Don’t worry. I’m studying very hard now. I’ll review my lessons tomorrow. I’ll definitely give you a surprise when the first mock exam starts.”

I looked up with a proud look on my face: “It only takes a few minutes to get into a key class.”

“My son has really grown up. I feel relieved to hear you say that.” Mom patted my head and said with satisfaction: “But you can’t be proud. You still have to be steady and take one step at a time. Pride makes people fall behind, you know?”

“If I get into the key class, will there be any reward?” I blinked and turned to look at my mother, feeling the smooth skin on her calf. Seeing that she didn’t react, I kneaded and touched upwards.

“I remember you always wanted to go skiing. If you really get into the key class, I’ll take you to the Northeast to ski during the winter vacation. How about that?”

“Great! Long live Mom!” I hugged my mother excitedly and gave her a kiss on the face.

“You’re already an adult, and you don’t know how to be shy.” Seeing how excited I was, my mother didn’t blame me. She stretched out her finger and tapped my forehead lightly.

“Hey hey” I touched my head and laughed foolishly: “Mom, lie down and let me massage your back and arms. Your arms seemed to be very uncomfortable just now.”

“Well, I pulled my arm when I was doing the exercise just now, and it’s a little sore.” Maybe I did a good job massaging her legs just now, so my mother didn’t refuse and said as she lay down on the yoga mat.

I sat on my mother’s thighs, and started pressing her arms, enjoying the touch of her beautiful skin while admiring her plump buttocks wrapped in yoga pants. My penis was no longer under my control, and it quickly erected and rested between my mother’s buttocks.

While I was massaging, I observed my mother’s reaction. She closed her eyes slightly, opened her mouth slightly, and looked like she was enjoying it. I could no longer control myself, and while I increased the movement of my hands, I covered my butt and moved forward secretly, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper into the crack of her buttocks. The comfortable feeling almost made me ejaculate directly.

“Mom, is the strength okay?” I found the place where my mother had massaged my arm before, and I kneaded and hammered it, using all the massage techniques I remembered.

“Um~ah~” Mom’s body tensed and she let out a moan.

“It’s right there, be gentle, it hurts a little.” The mother, who found herself making strange noises, flushed her cheeks. She took a breath and said softly.

I lightened the pressure and continued pressing for a while. Then I moved my hands to my back, first clenched my fist, tapped it lightly with the bottom of my little finger, then opened my palm and lightly brushed it with my fingertips.

“Hmm~”

Mom’s body suddenly tensed up, she trembled, and a blush spread across her ears.

His arm reached back and caught my fingers stroking my back.

Suddenly I lost my support and leaned forward, lying on my mother’s back. My penis was completely embedded in my mother’s buttocks. The comfortable feeling from being squeezed by her buttocks almost made me scream out loud.

My mother must have also felt the strange touch, she let go of my palm, her voice trembling slightly, and said hurriedly: “Okay, no need to press, get up quickly.”

“Okay, Mom.” After hearing my mother’s words, although my penis was reluctant to leave my mother’s fat buttocks, I still reluctantly supported my body and ended the intimate contact with my mother. After all, I couldn’t ruin the long-term plan because of a momentary impulse.

Then I stood aside, covering my crotch.

Mom also stood up, glanced at where I was holding up the big tent, and quickly looked away: “Aren’t you going for a morning run? Go quickly, or you’ll be late.”

“Oh oh oh, yes, I’ll go now.” After saying that, he bent down and ran away without looking back.

“This brat even dares to take advantage of my mother.” Looking at my back as I opened the door and left, my mother blushed slightly and then walked towards the bedroom with her fat hips twisted.

I ran a few laps in the park and worked up a sweat. When I got home, my mother had already prepared breakfast. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, then hurried to the dining table to wolf it down.

“Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch the food from you.” Mom sat opposite me and said with a smile as she watched me eat voraciously.

My mother has changed into home clothes at this time. There are some water beads on the ends of her hair. Her face is rosy. She crosses her chest with her hands and leans back on the chair. Every frown and smile, every movement exudes infinite charm.

“Mom, you look so good today.” I swallowed the bun in my mouth and praised my mother sincerely.

“Really?” Mom’s cheeks turned slightly red and she stroked her cheek with her right hand. It looked like peach petals were smudged on her face, which was very beautiful.

“Yes, mom is the prettiest.” He said while staring at his mom with a silly smile on his face: “Hehe”.

“Mom is already old. How can I be as beautiful as you say?” Mom lowered her head, seeming a little sad.

“No, Mom doesn’t look old at all, just like a girl in her twenties.” I took a sip of soy milk and wiped my mouth: “The last time I went shopping with you, those men saw us and thought you were my sister.”

“Really? You have a pretty sweet mouth.” Seeing that I had almost finished eating, my mother said as she cleaned up the dishes.

Chapter 6

After breakfast, I took a shower and went back to my room to review. Time passed and before I knew it, it was twelve o’clock in the afternoon. I stretched, opened the door, didn’t see my mother, and walked into the living room. I didn’t see my mother in the living room either, so I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother kneading dough on the table. Her jade hands danced on the dough. She sprinkled some flour from time to time and kneaded it gently. The soft dough became very obedient in my mother’s hands.

But my eyes were not on the dough. My attention was on the eye-catching headlights on my mother’s chest. My eyes moved with her shaking and swinging breasts.

Sweat soaked my mother’s T-shirt. The thin T-shirt stuck tightly to her skin, outlining two round and upright curves. Even the traces of her underwear were clearly visible.

The pair of swaying breasts shook out waves of flesh that made people dizzy. The turbulent scene made me feel a little dry in the mouth. Ever since my enlightenment, my eyes have become extremely sensitive. The scenes that I am accustomed to are now a kind of erotic temptation to me.

Sweat flowed down my mother’s beautiful face as she lowered her head slightly. Her face, shining with sweat, looked more delicate and transparent than jade.

“Son, you’ve finished your homework. Are you hungry? You still have a while before dinner. Why don’t you have some fruit first?”

My mother noticed me, looked up, wiped the sweat off her face, and looked at me with a smile.

“No, I’m going to play with my phone.”

“Okay, then mom, speed up.”

My mother clapped her hands and shook off the flour on her hands. The big lights on her chest that made me dizzy were shaking gently with the movements of her hands. The surging waves of flesh were very eye-catching.

I was shamefully hard, and a complex emotion rose in my heart, both desire and guilt. The strong sense of guilt made me immediately look away.

Back in the room, I looked at the simulated masturbation cup that I had hidden in the closet, touched its surface, and felt very conflicted.

What bothers me is that I haven’t used this masturbation cup for two weeks, and my desire has reached its peak, but I don’t know whether my mother’s mood has improved.

My mother seems calm now, but I don’t know what she’s feeling inside.

I was afraid that my mother would completely collapse if I provoked her.

I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. It wasn’t until the cold water hit my body that my desire subsided a little.

………………

As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, I saw the steaming buns on the dining table.

“Son, eat quickly. Steamed buns with tea eggs, and noodles with tomato and egg.”

My mother wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at me with a smile.

“It smells so good. Everything my mom makes tastes good.”

“Slurp...” I started slurping the noodles.

“Son, the noodles that mom made today aren’t that bad, are they?”

“tasty.”

My mother picked up the wide noodles and sat gently beside me. Her fleshy buttocks pressed hard on the stool, leaving two swollen and exaggerated beautiful curves on the stool. The full and thick buttocks combined with my mother’s slender waist looked particularly seductive.

“You have such a sweet mouth.” Mom picked up the wide noodles in the bowl and stuffed them into her mouth.

I don’t know why I suddenly felt my face burning, and a stream of heat spread to my lower body.

“Son, what do you want to eat tomorrow?”

“You can do whatever is convenient for you. I don’t care.”

I felt a wave of heat coming from my lower body, and the hard penis made me feel an indescribable guilt. At this moment, I changed my tone and stopped saying those harsh words.

Watching the noodles being picked up into my mother’s mouth one by one by her flexible tongue, that flexible tongue looked extremely tempting, and my lower body seemed to be entangled, as if my mother was kneeling under my crotch, serving my penis...

I pinched my thigh hard, and lowered my head, not daring to look at anything else. I have been really obsessed recently, and I dare to think about anything.

My mother didn’t notice that something was wrong with me. After dinner, she washed the dishes and went to the living room to watch TV.

Looking at my mother’s twisting buttocks, I almost couldn’t control the immoral and dirty desire in my heart.

After lunch, around one o’clock, my mother and I were watching TV in the living room. I was looking at my mother’s beautiful face. At this time, my mother changed into a pink and white T-shirt, with long black hair scattered around her. She had a pair of peach blossom eyes, charming and alluring, as if she could capture people’s hearts. She looked particularly sexy and graceful. Looking down, her chest was slightly exposed, and a deep cleavage was clearly visible. Moreover, two lumps of snow-white flesh could be faintly seen on the lining of the T-shirt, and on the top of the flesh were two cherry-shaped protrusions, which made me feel excited.

No bra?! My eyes widened and almost popped out.