[Married woman incest] Baby, where did you hide Mommy's stockings?

My darling, it's three in the morning. After seeing your brother off, I'm all alone at home. I feel so cold, I long for warmth, but besides emptiness, I feel nothing. Am I numb? And how can numbness feel fear? I'm so scared, scared of this dark night, scared of this deep night, scared of this endless night.

My darling, I wonder if you slept well tonight? Do you

remember that bar? The one we used to go to often? Lately, I go there every night. I sit quietly at the bar, order two whiskeys, sipping one slowly, and adding some cola to the other. I stare at it, quietly watching the drink on the table, hoping someone will pick it up and drink it. I'm waiting for that person, waiting and waiting… My darling, do you think I'll ever see that person again?

The bar's lighting was soft, and the soothing music calmed all my emotions. A few romantic roses occasionally sprouted from the grass of my thoughts. I remembered our first meeting; you sat down beside me, dejected, holding a withered rose, casually ordering a whiskey and telling the bartender to add some cola.

My darling, seeing you like that then, my heart ached involuntarily. I don't know why. Was it fate? I don't know. I just felt a tingling sensation in my heart, a urge to reach out and touch you.

I gently patted your shoulder, and you trembled. You must have been terrified. I was scared too! Seeing your terrified face, Mom felt her face flush instantly, all the way to her throat, making her choke and unable to speak for a moment. Mom forced a smile, adjusted her posture, and asked if you saw a dinosaur. You immediately flashed a silly grin and kept praising Mom's beauty. It sounded so cheesy, and Mom got goosebumps, but thinking about it now, it feels so warm, especially when you called Mom "sister"—that feeling was truly sweet. Later,

during our conversation, Mom learned that you had a crush on a girl in your class, but just now, you confessed your feelings and were rejected. So you were feeling down and came over to drown your sorrows in alcohol. Seeing you take a big gulp, swallow it all, and then grimace as you endured the harshness of the liquor, my heart melted.

You love her deeply, every moment of your life. You talked a lot about your efforts in pursuing her, your passion burning brightly. Mom thinks you're a good kid, but you just don't understand women's hearts. You're so naive, so incredibly naive, yet all of this only makes Mom find you more endearing.

You could go without food or drink for months, saving most of your living expenses, just to surprise your girlfriend on her birthday.

You insisted on getting up very early every day, waiting downstairs at the girls' dormitory, hoping your girlfriend would come to pick up her breakfast while you smiled and said good morning.

You would run frantically on the playground for hours to win your girlfriend's forgiveness, or write "I was wrong" a thousand times on paper.

But in the world of emotions, who can truly distinguish right from wrong? You foolishly received a phone call from your girlfriend and rushed to a bar, thinking that from then on, you would be happy forever. But how could you, in your naivety, have imagined that it was just a scam for entertainment?

Your sincerity was met with shallow laughter. Disappointed, you told your mother that the more sincere a person is, the more they resemble a clown. Even so, you tried to find a corner of a smile on your tragic face, then bitterly asked your mother if a clown's tears could be taken as a joke.

Your mother was truly heartbroken at that moment. For some reason, a powerful force welled up within her, tightly bound to her heart, wanting to break free, wanting to rush out and protect you.

It was this impulse that spurred your mother to resolutely pull you back, carrying your confusion, your grievances, and your weakness, dragging you back with it. And then your mother finally saw your girlfriend, that overly mature, rebellious girl.

She was indeed a pretty girl, but she was too eager to show off. Her lip gloss was so vibrant, her eyeliner so thick, each stroke so full, and the chain around her ear was excessively long. My dear, you must understand that the more flamboyant you are, the more superficial you appear.

I bet you didn't expect everyone to clap and whistle to welcome you back. They're teasing you, asking who the pretty lady next to you is. You're flustered and can't answer at all. Don't be afraid, baby, Mom is right here with you. No one will laugh at you anymore; they'll be too busy envying you to remember the idle gossips they had about you before. Of course, Mom understands that the person who started this is the key to solving this problem!

Your girlfriend doesn't like Mom. Mom can see it in her eyes. Although she tries her best to hide her displeasure, maybe her clumsy acting can fool you, but it can't escape Mom's eyes. Because we're both women, Mom understands everything about her. Although she says some auspicious and cheerful things, she keeps bringing up your past in front of Mom, as if those sacrifices that were insignificant just now have become memories she cherishes forever.

Mom kept smiling, occasionally wiping the sweat from your forehead or feeding you a drink. She just wanted to show her, my darling, how precious you are, no matter what.

When everyone's attention shifted from your pathetic and ridiculous past with your girlfriend to Mom, those male hormones, whether feigned interest or genuine desire, began to surge through her chest, between her legs, and down there. Mom finally saw the barely suppressed anxiety in your eyes. I felt relief in yours, and satisfaction in hers. Darling,

I'm sorry, maybe Mom wasn't entirely pure then. I only intended to teach her a lesson, but I still derive immense satisfaction from her awkward silence. This satisfaction plunges me into a huge illusion, as if I'm truly fighting for something. Darling, please tell Mom,

what exactly is Mom's spoils of war?

Finally, she ran out without hesitation, her emotions still running high. Mom had achieved her goal; no one noticed her departure, except you! Seeing your retreating figure, Mom felt as if her heart had been ripped out. Why? Baby! Was the clown's tears really just a joke? But why didn't Mom find it funny at all?

Mom wanted to chase after her too, but then some guy grabbed her wrist, asking with a smug look where her sister was going. Mom lost control and slapped him across the face. Baby! This was meant for you, but Mom was afraid that when she actually faced you, she wouldn't be able to bring herself to do it.

When Mom chased after you and saw you, you were kneeling on the side of the street, the sparse crowd making you the center of attention. That arrogant figure kept shouting and waving his arms, stepping on you, piercing Mom's heart. Were you really born with a cheap bone in your body, fawning over the master who was toying with you like a lowly dog?

Without hesitation, Mom rushed over, struggled to reach out, and slapped you twice hard across the face. Then she kicked you to the ground. Baby, those seven-centimeter heels pierced your chest. Didn't they hurt? But Mom wanted to make you feel pain. Only pain could awaken your numbness!

Mom kept kicking you with her pointed high heels, insulting your dignity with the sharpest words. You rolled away, your most shameful dignity shattered, your pitiful gaze broken on the ground. She, terrified by the scene before her, fled in panic. My darling, she couldn't bear any more of your degrading behavior, because she didn't love you at all… Mom's mood is very agitated now, with an unvented pain in her heart. This indescribable bitterness might sometimes seem more alluring to men. In that bar, Mom attracted many men who came around to sit beside her. They had all sorts of excuses, but the most common trick was asking Mom for a light. Hmph, Mom was afraid they'd get themselves into trouble. My darling, do you remember the scene when we met again? That's right! Right there at your house, at the dining table, you were covering the bruise around your mouth, silently eating your rice, looking like you didn't want to be seen. Your dad, on the other hand, was very open-minded and introduced us in a very formal way. He even mentioned that you lacked maternal love growing up and needed your mom to take extra care of you. Yes, baby, you had to call me "Auntie" on our second meeting. And so, without realizing it, we were living together. You always seemed a little ashamed in front of your mom, perhaps afraid that she would reveal your secret? Thinking about it now, I feel a bit amused and exasperated. Actually, my feelings were quite complicated at the time too. Of course, whatever happened that night really scared you, and I felt guilty for a long time. So I went out of my way to buy you clothes and cook all sorts of delicious food for you, but you still kept a distance from me with that cautious look in your eyes. Maybe you need time, and I'm willing to wait for you.

But the waiting was tedious. Dad was always busy with work, spending only a few hours a month at home. Mom, alone in the empty house, felt a surge of indescribable sensations coursing through her body. This invasion was irresistible; a primal force compelled her to eagerly search inside, seeking the outlet for release. Mom knew you were always lurking at the bedroom door, cautiously holding your breath, spying on her every move.

She could sense the frequency of your stroking; though light, the soft, rubbing sounds touched her deepest feelings.

You matched her rhythm, moving with the expansion and contraction of her opening, imagining incredibly pleasurable sensations inside. Was it only by reaching the peak of pleasure with Mom that you felt truly satisfied?

But Mommy won't let you be satisfied so easily, baby. See Mommy's fingers? There's a glistening drop of fluid on them. Mommy will pull out this fragrant fluid of desire, one drop at a time, and then casually flick it to any corner you long to suckle. Then, I'll slowly pry open the lips below, and under your burning gaze, I'll gradually dry those longing lips in the hazy moisture.

Baby, are you drooling? Have you unknowingly released so much love fluid down there? Do you want to ejaculate? Do you want to surrender before Mommy reaches orgasm? Baby! Why won't you come in?

Let Mommy be with you!

Are you afraid? Yes, there's a force clearly stopping you, preventing you from crossing the line. Since you refuse to come in, you can only beg Mommy in your heart, begging Mommy's fingers to stir faster, right?

You really want to ejaculate, don't you? How pitiful! But Mommy isn't satisfied yet, baby. You can only endure it like this, endure it, and never expect to be released!

My darling, do you know how hard Mommy works every night? Is it because this kind of endurance makes things more alluring?

Like those smartly dressed men sitting across from me in the bar, even while enduring the pain down there, they have to put on a cool act. My darling, isn't that funny?

Mommy misses your smile, so innocent and cute, so out of place in the bar atmosphere, so incredibly shy. When you come back from the bathroom, you often hide to the side and ignore me. Aren't you worried that the guy sitting in your seat will seduce me?

You know what? His smile is captivating too. He keeps complimenting my figure, his words carrying a suggestive undertone, intoxicating and making me linger.

The intoxicating scent of alcohol makes the atmosphere so vivid. He's started touching my fingers, so lightly, yet each touch soothes the intense, suppressed desire within me. My darling, are you still watching?

Aren't his fingers so nimble? You've sneaked up to Mommy's crotch without a sound! Baby, you really should come over, Mommy can't hold on much longer! Baby!

Why won't you come?! Why?!

Do you prefer to stick your hand inside your pants and watch silently from the sidelines? Baby, what are you dawdling about?

Tell Mommy! Tell Mommy!

Are you really that despicable? Mommy is so unwilling! Are you really going to give up like this?

Okay, baby, Mommy is willing to keep going~ Did you see that?

Brother's lips are so sweet, Mommy's body is so thirsty under his lips, the desire on his tongue is like fire, igniting Mommy's body and soul, Mommy really wants it, really wants it, baby, you want it too, right?

Sweat is pouring down your forehead, your movements are so exaggerated, aren't you afraid someone will see?

Is your heart about to jump out of your chest from nervousness?

And what are you hiding there trying to see?

Thinking about this, Mom feels wet down there again, baby. Should Mom tell you what happened in this bedroom you peek into every night? Mom knows it will excite you, baby, because you're a pervert—a big pervert! So Mom won't tell you so soon, at least not now. Because Mom wants to make you feel heartache first, to let your heart be roasted in pleasurable desire. Oh dear, right, after seeing so much, having come this far, have you masturbated?

Hehe~ I doubt there's a woman who understands you better than Mom, baby. You can't escape Mom's grasp; only the strength of Mom's hand can truly capture you, isn't that right?

Mom won't forget that time at that bar, when we were both drunk, you even discussed your favorite type of girl with Mom. A blatant member of the "looks-matter" club, not surprising for your age. Of course, you especially like beautiful legs and stockings, right?

Black silk wrapped around long, beautiful legs, preferably pantyhose, perfectly showcasing the curves of a woman's lower body. Remember? Mom deliberately twirled her leg in front of you, asking if that was the case. You swallowed shyly, refusing to answer. Seeing your bashful expression, Mom's heart couldn't help but flutter. To ease the awkwardness, Mom encouraged you to go out and chat up girls like that. Although you hesitated and refused, Mom eventually pushed you out. Baby, Mom knew you wouldn't get anything. Each setback would make you cherish and crave the easy satisfaction you might have, but many things are full of unpredictable coincidences, aren't they?

When you were with a girl, from the first minute, every second gradually accumulating to the tenth minute, Mom really couldn't hold back anymore. The torment was unbearable. Although anxious, Mom tried her best to maintain her elegance, tiptoeing over from afar, gently resting her head on your shoulder, kissing your cheek affectionately, and whispering in your ear, probably saying something like: "Mom isn't feeling well, I want you to go home and rest together."

Your stiff body couldn't handle it; you stared blankly at the girl opposite you, unsure what to do. At that moment, whether Mom was genuinely drunk or influenced by the boisterous atmosphere of the bar, she couldn't help but glance at the girl opposite her. Would you resent Mom for ruining your pleasant conversation?

Would you understand Mom? My dear~

On the way home, Mom intentionally took your arm, tentatively trying to talk to you about your impression of that girl. You stammered and couldn't explain clearly. Mom was just worried that you only liked young girls, but what was there to worry about? Honey, what was Mom worried about then?

After we got home, you helped Mom to the bedroom, carefully laid her down on the bed, and remained silent, as if you'd been silent for a long time. Mom heard you let out a long sigh of relief. Your steps as you turned to leave were light, but each step felt heavy on Mom's heart. Was you really leaving like this? Honey! Mom grabbed your wrist, moaning repeatedly: "Honey~ I miss you~ I miss you~ Honey~" You hadn't taken more than a few steps before Mom pulled you back into her arms. Didn't you think it was so tender? Baby~ Your breathing against Mommy's chest is getting louder, the warm current stimulating Mommy's nerves, as if the mental shackles that bind us are finally about to be shaken off~ Kiss me~ Baby~ This is just a dream, Mommy misses Daddy, that's all, and in the dream, any man is Daddy! Husband~ Come in~ Come in!

You start clumsily trying to take off Mommy's stockings, your trembling fingers sliding around, but after fiddling for a long time, you haven't made any progress. Baby~ You must still be a boy~ Right? Mommy is trying hard to be anxious for you, putting on a show of caring about your growth, but deep down, Mommy is just trying to shake off the faint, guilty joy that's surfacing in my heart. Am I being so hypocritical, baby~ Would you like this kind of Mommy?

You are still tiptoeing in front of Mommy, hesitant and unsure where to start, afraid of waking Mommy? Baby~ You know how much Mommy wanted to stay in this dream and never wake up~ But this dream wasn't as wonderful as Mommy imagined. You actually chose to hold that pleasurable thing in your own hand rather than put it inside Mommy's body. Baby~ Are you enjoying it? But Mommy isn't happy at all, there's even a trace of sadness in my heart~ Are you humiliating Mommy?! Baby~ Tell Mommy~ Please tell Mommy~ But soon, you started responding to Mommy with your tongue. Unexpectedly, you quickly soothed the emotions in Mommy's heart. You carefully licked Mommy's silk feet, from the soles to the toes, every detail was caressed by your tongue. It's so itchy~ Baby~ Mommy feels so many desires crawling out of her heart, constantly surging out of Mommy's mouth, whether from top to bottom~ even the blood vessels in my body are expanding and contracting~ Baby~ Mommy's moans didn't scare you, did they?

Mommy is wet, do you want to drink?

Your stroking is getting faster and faster, your mouth constantly licking Mommy's silk stockings, you even forget to breathe, baby~ are your lungs working too hard too~ Mommy feels the same way, it's like breathing has become a luxury, air has become precious, I can't seem to get enough, it's really so painful~ why don't you come in~ baby~ Mommy will tell you a secret~ okay~ Mommy sweated a lot tonight, you know, when Mommy gets nervous, she sweats all over, especially when she saw you chatting so passionately with that girl, Mommy was completely soaked~ baby~ did you taste it~ that sour taste~ will you be disgusted by Mommy?

It seems that Mommy's worries were unnecessary, you're licking more and more carefully, your tongue has been wandering around Mommy's vulva for a long time, through the slippery black stockings, can you taste what it tastes like? Baby~ do the juices inside Mommy's body really fascinate you so much?

You've been sucking away for so long, as if you're greedily drinking up all the juices. Mom suddenly feels incredibly happy because your lips are so tender, but the tip of your tongue that's protruding from inside is so rough! It's pushed the pantyhose right into Mom's pussy. Did Mom's pubic hair prick you?

Baby~ please don't stop~ okay~ Mom really wants you to lick through that hateful black stockings, and then thrust it in hard, thrust it all in~ You want it in too~ right?

Mom suddenly heard a muffled, low groan from your throat. You sucked hard on Mom's entrance, the sound of your fingers stroking it was exceptionally clear:

"slap slap slap" "slap slap" "slap"

It was as if the world had gone quiet. Baby~ are you tired? Stop rubbing Mom's stockinged legs, okay~ go back to sleep~ Mom doesn't blame you~ Mom just suddenly feels very sad, baby~ not because you've let anyone down, but because you keep hurting yourself. Mom feels sorry for you~ sorry for you, you pervert!!

You once told Mom you were a pervert, a pervert unworthy of love. You said it with a smile, but your dimples held a deep bitterness. Did you think Mom didn't notice? This perverted truth caused Mom a lot of pain. You secretly licked Mom's used underwear and stockings, didn't you?

You would find a secluded corner to secretly smell the inside of Mom's pointed high heels, didn't you?

You would even use Mom's bra to masturbate frantically in the bedroom, didn't you?

You would even secretly follow Mom to the bathroom to collect Mom's leftover sanitary napkins. To you, the menstrual blood tasted sweet, didn't it?

It's okay, baby. You don't need to worry about these things, because Mom doesn't find them strange. Mom understands men very well. There are probably very few men in the world who don't have such lewd thoughts about beautiful women. It's just a matter of whether they actually do it. But why is there a girl's picture hidden under your bed? When you did all those things, were you thinking about the girl in the picture? Mom suddenly felt ridiculous. Honey, you're so good to me! Are you satisfied with Mom's clown act?

Mom really can't imagine what happened between you and that delinquent girl. Why are you so fixated on her, so determined to be with her? Is it only through constant torment that you feel happy? Yes, you once told Mom that only through constant torment do you feel happy, that you exist. But no matter what, honey, don't expect to go out as you please. Mom will make up all sorts of ridiculous reasons to make you do Mom's laundry. Yes, at least Mom will try her best to keep you by her side, even if you might be thinking of someone else. What does it matter? Mom can discipline you, can't she?

Remember those black pantyhose? My darling~ When Mom threw it in front of you, angrily questioning why the stains weren't cleaned properly, you seemed to kneel down before me without hesitation, repeatedly begging for forgiveness: "I was wrong~"

You kept repeating that phrase, tears streaming down your fair face. At that moment, I felt I couldn't take it anymore. It shouldn't have been like this, but for some reason, I didn't want you to stop. Even though my heart ached terribly, even to the point of bleeding, I insisted you keep saying it, kept saying "I was wrong."

My darling~ Do you know? When the pain reaches its deepest point, any further stimulation can truly stir up a hidden, sinful pleasure, a vengeful pleasure, even a sadistic pleasure. I can't explain this strange feeling, but I think you'll understand, right?

Of course, my darling, you don't know that those black stockings were something I carefully treasured. They still have your scent from that night. How could I bear to let you wash them so easily? My darling~ Do you know? Your real problem isn't that you didn't wash it clean enough, it's that you washed everything too clean!

Hmph~ How could Mommy let you wash everything so easily? Baby~ You'll never get it clean!

So in the end, Mom picked up the black stockings again, her brow furrowed, and she put on a serious face, warning you never to touch Mom's clothes again. But... my darling, can you really control yourself from now on? Mom actually knew all along that the answer would definitely be no, because as Mom expected, you broke your promise that very night. That night, Mom also drank a little too much, feeling like her body was floating. As usual, Mom really wanted to float higher and higher... because only up there did breathing seem to become joyful. So Mom started fiddling with her fingers down there, like playing a lonely tune, wasn't she? This boundless loneliness separated us on opposite sides of the door. Weren't you also constantly kneading loneliness on the other side of the door?

But this time, Mom didn't take too long, maybe you weren't even ready, Mom came. There was so much, you never dared to imagine there would be so much, right? Are you still complaining about why Mom didn't wait for you, right? Usually, you wait for Mommy, though you never see her. Have I been too restrained?

So this time, Mommy's going to let loose completely. But no matter what, baby, don't forget, Mommy will never let you be satisfied easily!

See? Baby~ Mommy's holding that pair of black pantyhose you like. If you were forgiven and allowed to continue washing Mommy's clothes, what would you have done with those pantyhose? Baby?!

Don't be shy~ Tell Mommy~ Tell Mommy your filthy thoughts~ Still won't tell?

Baby~ You're so cute~ Because you dare not speak, only act, right!

Hehehe~ Mommy is confident you can't escape! These black pantyhose have firmly captured your yearning soul, because they're also covered in the desires deep within Mommy's lower body, dripping wet, soaking through my dry body. Of course, Mommy knows it still needs your nourishment~ Isn't that right?

You must have really wanted to lick it, baby~ You must still miss the smell of Mommy's body, so when Mommy threw this thing into the bathroom, were you still thinking about washing it all clean?

Oh~ Yes~ You did want to wash it, but you used saliva, right~ But~ You were so mean, leaving the bathroom light off the whole time, it was pitch black inside, Mommy couldn't see anything in there, she could only listen for sounds from outside the door. Baby, your breathing in there was so heavy, as if you were willing to die the next second just to get a full breath~ So you were satisfied with Mommy's smell, right? In the end, you even stuffed Mommy's pantyhose completely into your mouth, sucking on the juices inside, wasn't that hard, baby~ Because the sound of your saliva churning in your mouth was so strong, it was even mistaken for the sound of Mommy's body inside many times~ So when Mommy attacked you from behind and covered your mouth from behind, you must have felt extremely humiliated, right? Do you wish you could disappear into a crack in the ground? Too bad—you can't go anywhere, because Mom has also firmly grasped the fate of your lower body. Baby—would calling you "husband" ease your burden? You can probably smell the faint scent of alcohol on Mom's breath, right? Let's just pretend Mom's drunk. Husband—have you been conflicted lately? Or are you under too much pressure? Husband—why isn't your lower body responding? Husband—why don't you ever come home? I really miss you—I miss your body—I miss your penis!

Get up, husband—get hard! Is this not enough force? Husband—but why aren't you saying anything?

Why aren't you saying anything!

I'm sorry—forgive my little temper—okay? Husband—did I hurt you just now? Slow down this time, okay?

Husband—would this feel better?

Husband—tell me honestly—is there someone else outside?

It's okay—I don't blame you—I just want you to tell me yourself—tell me yourself! Husband—is there something you're struggling with that you can't say?

Okay, okay, honey? Listen to me

, I'm so thirsty. Every night without you is unbearable. Honey, do you think I'm promiscuous? But please forgive me, okay? Honey, I just miss you so much. Honey, you know what? Every night I dream of a man who looks just like you, secretly peeping at me from outside the bedroom door. He even secretly licks my panties and stockings, or hides in a corner and masturbates while adjusting my bra.

Honey, don't you think he's a pervert?

Hehe, you're so naughty. I suddenly got hard just now, could it really be you, honey? I didn't expect you to have such disgusting thoughts. My penis is so swollen, honey, don't get excited, I can barely hold it! Honey, what would it taste like to have my black stockings completely in your mouth? Will I be disgusted? Tell me, honey, why won't you talk to me? Why!

Why is this happening?!

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. You were shaking all over just now. I hurt you again. I didn't mean to. I'll be gentler now. Are you okay now?

Honey, will you understand? I'm also conflicted. Do you really not have any feelings for me at all? Honey, what is it about me that you don't love? You still love me, right? Honey, say you love me!

Honey, say you love me!!

Will you blame me? I hurt you on purpose this time, honey. Isn't it exciting this way? When I have all your desires in my hands, honey, is this the kind of irresistible feeling you want?

This is the feeling. It makes you unable to stop, right?

Remember the brother I mentioned to you before? Honey, you know there will always be such an accident. I couldn't help but bring him home. He's very wild in bed. He stripped me naked in a few moments.

Then he pressed himself against her, licking her breasts incessantly. His fingers were incredibly agile, like cunning fish, moving in and out, bringing out so much fluid. Huh? Why are you wet down there too? Does hearing this excite you even more? Honey, you're so perverted! Why don't you guess how much fluid he's scooped out—as much as you've seen before?

Hehe, honey, you'll never guess how big it is!

Hmm?

What's this? It's hard again! Honey, I'm so annoyed! I haven't done that yet! But being young is great! I really enjoy this fresh body! Honey, are you jealous? My pussy is completely full, and he always goes in so deep, so I never want him to pull out! Honey, can you feel it? It's like this—slowly, the whole thing goes in, then slowly, it slides out—the force is just right, my whole body relaxes, right?

Then, he gradually increased the force, the frequency becoming faster and

faster...

um... ah... husband... are you almost at your limit? I really want to cum... but you can't... husband... I haven't had enough fun yet... will you be sad?... husband... this is the feeling of being abandoned... now you know you can't live without my grasp, right? Do you want me to continue to hold you?... husband... I know... because I feel the same way... I felt the same way back then... so I turned over to signal him to continue inside. This time he went in even deeper, and I could hardly breathe... because I could clearly feel his glans grinding inside, it felt so good... husband... I felt like I was floating in the sky, as if everything else ceased to exist except for the friction below.

Is this feeling right? Honey~

Why~ still won't you say anything?

It's okay~ I can feel it in my palm~

It's so sensitive~ Your glans seems to be twitching slightly inside~ Are you about to ejaculate~ Honey~ You're actually thrusting forward~ Wanting to rub deeper, right~ So you understand, right?

That's what I was thinking too~

So I tried my best to respond, spreading my legs wider, sticking my butt out higher, my vocal cords vibrating uncontrollably~ All to get more pleasure~ You agree, right~ Honey~ Hmm~ Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ Isn't it very comfortable, honey~ Use a little more force forward, okay~ Its strength is much greater than what you're doing now, honey~ Let me use my hand to help you feel it properly, okay~ That's it, it will make you lose control~ Your whole body will tremble~ It will make you constantly remove the mask of pretense, revealing a more authentic self~ Right? Husband~ It will make you shameless~ It will make you willingly shameless to release~ Shameless, husband~ Hurry up and shamelessly ejaculate~ Oh~ Baby~ Are you okay? Are you sweating? Shouldn't you find some tissues to wipe yourself properly?

Hehe~ Has Mom ever told you that you can't escape Mom's grasp? Baby, was Mom dreaming just now? I wonder how much of this dream is exactly the same as yours? And how many of your unattainable dreams are hidden in Mom's dreams?

Baby, Mom knows you're working hard studying away from home, so there are many things I haven't had time to tell Mom. It's okay, baby, Mom understands you, but no matter what, you should at least tell Mom one thing, okay?

Baby, where did you hide Mom's black stockings?

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