Mother and child who love socks

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The Soviet Union, a superpower in a certain world, covers an area of 70 million square kilometers and has a population of one trillion. It possesses a vast number of satellite states. The details of Soviet Union agent Vlasov's lewd acts of defilement towards his mother and wife are left aside for now. Among the Soviet Union's various satellite states, the numerous East German states are the most loyal to the Soviet Union, obeying its commands, resolutely supporting it, and faithfully serving it. Each East German state is very large. One East German agent infiltrates a capitalist West Germany to carry out sabotage activities. This West Germany has a large population and a land area (i.e., base area) of 700,000 square kilometers. West Germany has multiple layers of territory, with the land area being one of them. West Germany is a major European power. A luxury train in West Germany becomes the target of East German agents; they plan to hijack the train and use it to attack a key NATO base in West Germany. The luxury train that East German agents planned to hijack had over a hundred carriages, divided into ten classes. West Germany had a highly developed railway system with a vast network of lines crisscrossing the country. Many West Germans from different social classes chose to travel by train. Due to the availability of luxury carriages, many people enjoyed traveling by luxury train to various destinations. This particular train departed from Hamburg, a major port city in northern West Germany. The passengers in the first-class compartment A10 were Eva, the wife of a major arms dealer, and her son, an athlete. Eva, 58 years old, 1.68 meters tall, was quite attractive, tall and plump, with blond hair, green eyes, and dressed in opulent attire, adorned with jewels. Her son, Hans, 24 years old, was a football striker, not very tall but very strong, also with blond hair. This compartment was very spacious, occupying one-third of the carriage. Also on the train was Sofia, a 67-year-old Italian journalist, a sexy older woman, 1.67 meters tall, with brownish-yellow hair, gray eyes, and large breasts that swayed as she walked. She wore a gray suit skirt, had a large mouth, beautiful legs, and sexy feet, wearing flesh-colored pantyhose and cream-colored leather sandals. She was the Hamburg bureau chief of a major Italian newspaper. She stayed in a compartment in the second-class carriage. Because the total area of West Germany was vast, larger than that of East Germany across the border, the journey would be long. Most of the passengers in the high-class carriages were tourists passing the time, so the enjoyment that a year and a half of travel would bring them was something they were happy to accept. Sofia's husband, 49 years old, was a major arms dealer in West Germany. He was very busy with work, and Sofia, feeling bored at home, often went on trips. She often took her son, Hans, with her. After Aiwa entered the large private room, she locked the door, let out a cheer, and then began to take off her clothes. First, she took off her fox fur coat, and then her little leather boots. Aiwa was tall and plump, wearing only a bra underneath and floral capri pants that stretched her ample buttocks tightly. She liked to dress so provocatively; sometimes in public, she would suddenly lift her coat to reveal her bra, laughing wantonly at the surprised expressions of others. Aiwa's long, golden curly hair cascaded down her back, her head wrapped in a floral silk cloth, making her appear incredibly alluring. The station bell rang, and the train slowly started moving. The station outside the window gradually transformed into lush green fields and hills. Aiwa sat on the edge of the bed, asking Hans to take out a pair of embroidered slippers from his luggage for her to change into. Hans took the embroidered slippers, knelt at his mother's feet to change her shoes, and held his mother's feet, swallowing hard. The tall, shapely Aiwa had small, fair feet and beautiful legs, which looked even more alluring in flesh-colored stockings. She handed her exquisite stockings to her son, Hans, to put on his shoes. Hans couldn't resist grabbing his mother's stockings and sniffing them intensely. Aiwa seemed to enjoy this, letting him fondle and sniff without objection. She said sweetly, "Baby, Mommy knows you like smelling Mommy's feet. Smell them, but don't hurt Mommy's feet." At this point, the reader should realize that the relationship between this mother and son is unusual. Indeed, Aiwa and her son's relationship is not ordinary; they had already engaged in sexual relations when Hans was fourteen. Aiwa's husband was too busy with work. Although he was also infatuated with his seductive wife and would have sex with her whenever he had time, Aiwa's libido was very strong, and her work-bound husband couldn't satisfy her. Therefore, when she discovered her son secretly smelling her stockings, she naturally had sex with him. Hans inhaled the fragrance of his mother's lotus blossoms, his penis gradually hardening. He fondled and played with his mother's stockings endlessly, never getting enough. His beloved stockings, her feet being played with by her son, let out soft, languid moans of pleasure. She raised her other foot and placed it on her son's head. Hans loved having his mother's beautiful, soft feet under his feet. He noticed the crotch of his mother's floral capri pants was slightly damp. He lewdly said, "Mom, you're so horny, I'm playing with your feet and you're already wet so quickly." His beloved stockings laughed back, "You naughty boy, you played with your mother and then say such sarcastic things! I won't let you play with me anymore!" Saying this, she pulled her foot from her son's hand.In the second part of the story, Hans, unwilling to let go, grabbed her and played with her again. Aiwa kept moaning, her crotch becoming increasingly wet. One of her stockings was being played with by her son; she lifted the other stocking, stroked her son's head, then moved it to his face, gently rubbing it against his. Hans was surrounded by his mother's fragrant scent, and he was intoxicated. Aiwa's large breasts were huge; she sat on the edge of the bed, her large breasts encased in a white bra, hanging down to her abdomen. Hans's penis was incredibly hard; he released his mother's feet, stood up, and began to pull down her pants. Aiwa was flipped onto the bed by her son, who pulled down her capri pants. Hans pulled his mother's flesh-colored pantyhose down to her knees, plunged his head between her legs, and frantically tore at his mother's large, golden pubic hair. Aiwa screamed, "Don't bite! You little mad dog!" Hans released his mother's pubic hair, parted her vulva, and greedily licked it. Aiwa sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, feet on her son's shoulders, her vulva exposed for him to lick, moaning loudly as he did so. Hans sucked hard on his mother's clitoris, and Aiwa cried out in alarm. Gradually, her clitoris swelled up from her son's teasing. Aiwa's vaginal fluids flowed more and more, all of which her son swallowed. Aiwa's erotic green eyes became increasingly glazed. The bags under her eyes, caused by excessive sexual activity, were white and sexy. As he licked, Hans withdrew his tongue and inserted his right middle finger into his mother's vulva, probing it. Aiwa's moans grew louder. Not satisfied with probing his mother's vulva, Hans then began to tease Aiwa's clitoris, which gradually swelled to the size of a red cherry. Unable to bear her son's touch, she cried out in alarm. She couldn't sit still any longer. She suddenly lay down on the bed, raised her legs, and placed them on her son's shoulders, crying out repeatedly, "Ah...ah...Hans...don't touch Mommy there...don't touch it with your hands..." Hans, seeing his sexy mother in such a state, became even more excited. He then sucked on his mother's swollen clitoris, causing her to moan even more. Hans lowered his mother's legs, making her lie on her side on the edge of the bed, her vagina and anus facing outwards. Hans pulled down his pants and inserted his penis. He was a football striker, very strong. Having smelled his mother's vulva and tasted her vaginal fluids, his penis was now as hard as an iron rod, slamming into his mother's vagina. Aiwa lay on her side on the bed, weakly moaning, "Ah...ah..." Aiwa's two small, exquisite vulvas were placed on the edge of the bed. Hans, seeing them, felt a surge of desire and thrust his iron-like penis into his mother's vagina. Aiwa cried out in pain from the thrusting. Aiwa had large breasts. She unhooked her bra, revealing them spread out on the bed. Hans grabbed one of his mother's large breasts, holding it with both hands, and forcefully thrust his penis into her vagina. Aiwa couldn't take it anymore, crying out, "...I can't take it...it hurts...it hurts..." Seeing his mother's lewd appearance, Hans cursed, "You old bitch! You can't take it anymore? Fine, I won't." The old slut Aiwa hurriedly cried out, "...Mommy likes it hurting...don't stop...keep going...fuck Mommy to death...Mommy is willing to let you fuck her..." Hans cursed, "You old bitch! You slut!" and thrust hard. Hans also pulled up his mother's large breasts, biting the big red nipples hard, causing Aiwa to scream in pain! Hans released his mother's large nipples, keeping his penis inside her vagina, and ordered his mother to change positions, making her kneel and crawl on the edge of the bed with her buttocks raised, her vagina facing outwards. Aiwa couldn't hold on any longer, her face pressed against the bed, her plump white buttocks raised high as her son fucked her. Hans slapped his mother's buttocks twice hard, then thrust into her vagina. He tossed his blond hair, like a wild horse, frantically attacking his mother's old cunt. Aiwa's delicate uterus was repeatedly ravaged, a mixture of pain and itching, howling incessantly. Hans was a professional athlete; before every match, he would fuck his mother hard, so he would feel like he was about to score, and often score goals. After the match, if he lost, he would ravage his mother to vent his frustration; if he won, he would also ravage his mother to express his joy. He was a professional athlete, very strong, and only with his powerful physique could he fuck this old slut. Hans pounded his mother's plump white buttocks with such force that even Aiwa's tall, plump body was repeatedly pushed forward. Vast fields and hills flashed past the car window. The mother and son hadn't even drawn the curtains, indulging in their debauchery in broad daylight. Aiwa was still wearing pantyhose, pulled down to her knees. Hans saw the yellowed crotch of his mother's pantyhose and, overcome with lust, his assault became even more ferocious. He thrust into her while commanding, "Say it! Call me Daddy!" Aiwa cried out in pain as she was being fucked: "...Aww...Aww...Daddy...Daddy...Spare me...I...I can't take it anymore..." Hans commanded again, "Say it! You're an old slut!" Aiwa cried out, "...Aww...Aww...Mommy is...an old slut...Spare the old slut...Aww...Aww...Aww...Aww..." Hans was satisfied. His hard, hot penis roamed freely inside his mother's old cunt, experiencing unparalleled pleasure! Aiwa howled in pain, tears streaming down her face. Amidst Aiwa's cries, Hans could no longer hold back, and his semen surged forth, violently ejaculating deep into his mother's vagina. Aiwa wept, collapsing onto the bed. After a long while, the sexy old woman finally recovered. She turned around, knelt beside the bed, lowered her head, and sucked her son's penis clean. Mother and son tidied themselves up, dressed, and then went to the dining car for their meal.

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