flirtatious mother

My name is Wen. My dad is a businessman who does everything himself, even running around carrying small orders, so he's constantly busy on the highway. It's just my mom and me at home. My mom's name is Chen Na, and she's 37 years old. She's not a stunning beauty, but she's pretty and the kind of woman whose looks grow on you. Since giving birth to me, she's been unemployed and doesn't have much to do. She spends most of her time at home researching skincare products and watching melodramatic Korean dramas. She rarely goes out to socialize and isn't like typical housewives who gossip about others. She even buys groceries at the supermarket. Besides watching TV every day, she's always sneaking into my room to "pry" into my private life. My mom is a very shrewd woman, and she's always managed to keep my dad and me from getting away with our little tricks. At home, she's a lovely queen, and we have a very good relationship. But perhaps because of this, my mom doesn't look like a woman who's been married for 16 years; she looks more like a newlywed. My mom dresses quite casually at home. She sleeps in just her underwear, and sometimes after showering, she'll just wear her bra to blow-dry her hair in the living room. A few times, I've even accidentally seen her wearing only semi-transparent lace panties. I noticed that her breasts are shaped like bamboo shoots. Because I drank milk when I was little, the little fleshy bumps on them are much prettier than the ones on the women in the adult films I watched. I think my mom looks great like that. My mom has a great figure, very slender and alluring, but maybe she's always been like that since she was little, so I didn't think anything of it. Anyway, when people come over, my mom is always neatly dressed. Things started to get a little strange during the summer after my junior year of high school. After that summer, it meant entering the intense battle of my senior year. My classmates and I were all busy preparing for the college entrance exam. Several of my best friends liked to come to my house to study (my house is spacious and has a dedicated study room). My best friends, Xiaomai and Laohei, practically always stayed at my house during holidays. Their families are quite wealthy; Xiaomai's family is nouveau riche. Because I'm a top student, my mom has high expectations for me. She made me bring classmates over to study so she could supervise me. During summer vacation, she even enrolled me in a cram school, so I often went out for tutoring, while Xiaomai and Laohei continued to come to my house to study. However, I noticed my mom was acting strangely lately. Usually, those two would come to my house around nine o'clock, and my mom would be dressed before then, even taking down the underwear from the balcony. But now, she doesn't do that. She even makes plans to go out with them in the evenings. Although they don't usually have parents at home and often have my mom accompany them shopping, what's strange is that before going out, my mom no longer seems annoyed; instead, she gets all excited and dresses up. These strange days passed for over ten days. I continued to study diligently, and Laohei and his friends kept coming to my house. One day after school, my girlfriend asked me out. Everyone knows that early relationships are absolutely secret. So I told my mom I was going to a classmate's house to study, but actually, I was going to the city to go shopping with my girlfriend. After wandering around the city center for what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly noticed my mom and Xiaomai were there too. My mom was wearing her recently bought pink mini-dress, her long legs clad in sheer stockings and white high heels, her beautiful waist-length hair flowing down her back. Remembering my mom's recent strange behavior, I quickly pulled my girlfriend away and hid. I saw my mom and the other two enter a children's playground in the shopping mall. (That place...//diafitting.)I'd been inside the shopping mall for a long time. Because it was so big, they used half a floor to build a children's playground, filled with mischievous 4- and 5-year-old kids left there by their mothers who were shopping. What were they doing there? I made an excuse to call my girlfriend home, and then followed my mom and her family. For my mom, a young woman, that place was completely free for her to come and go as she pleased. My two kids, Xiaomai and Xiaomai, also went in with her. I was questioned when I went in, since I was just going in, not bringing the kids out, but the security guard let me through. Inside, it was full of large plastic models; once I went in, I couldn't see my mom and her family anymore. I finally found my mom and the others. I spotted her playing with the kids behind a slide in a corner. Xiaomai and Lao Hei were a few meters away. After a while, my mom looked at them. Xiaomai seemed to be observing their surroundings. After confirming something, Xiaomai and Lao Hei nodded to my mom. Then, my mom leaned against the slide, her knees slightly bent, kicked off her high heels, and bent down, bringing her stockinged legs together at the knees. Finally, she pulled her short dress all the way up to her neck and pulled it off in one swift motion. I was stunned—my mom wasn't wearing anything! Her 35C breasts were suddenly exposed to the innocent children and those two lecherous men, Lao Hei and his girlfriend. Between her long, white legs, the dark bush was incredibly glaring. My mom, her face full of excitement, spread her long legs and knelt on the ground, putting her dress down and bending over to hug a 4 or 5-year-old boy. The little boy, who was a year old, was hiding in her arms, his eyes darting nervously around for a moment. Making sure no one was watching, he let the boy out of her embrace, took a small Ultraman toy from Xiaomai, said something to the boys, and then the boys eagerly crowded into their mother's arms to suckle her nipples. The mother, in turn, gently kneaded her breasts. Watching this scene, my pants bulged. Old Hei seemed unable to resist any longer. After giving Xiaomai a few instructions, he went to the mother, pulled out his ugly thing, and shoved it into her mouth. The mother began to suckle passionately. The mother and Old Hei were giving each other oral sex?! They were doing oral sex right there! I was furious. After a while, Old Hei returned to Xiaomai, leaving a trace of milky white on the mother's lips. Xiaomai also rushed forward, using the mother's hand to soothe his own penis. The mother sat behind the slide, facing me sideways, one hand moving between Xiaomai's legs, the other slender arm around the children still suckling her breasts, her face showing satisfaction and excitement. I couldn't bear to watch any longer and hurriedly left. When I got home that evening, Mom was already home. She brought me my usual late-night snack and asked about my studies. Nothing seemed amiss; it seemed this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. I didn't know what to do. Should I confront Mom? Tell Dad? I couldn't imagine what Dad would do if he found out. I almost fell out with Mom then, so I could only let things continue. In a few days, I wouldn't have to attend tutoring anymore, and then I could talk to Mom properly. But on the last day of my classes, I stayed home all day. From Lao Hei and his friends arriving to them leaving, and then spending the whole evening with Mom watching TV, I still didn't know how to bring it up. And so things dragged on. Lao Hei and his friends were very well-behaved when they came to my house, mindful of my presence. They even deliberately avoided sitting on the same sofa as Mom. I guess Mom must have told them something. But at our age, we can't just endure things like that. I stayed home every day. My mom wouldn't go out unless I went out, even though she gave me money to go out and relax. But I wasn't in the mood to relax these past few days, so I didn't leave the house for days. My mom stayed with me except when she went grocery shopping. Lao Hei and the others relaxed a bit too. Occasionally, when I came out of my room, I found them sitting on the same sofa, very close together. As soon as they saw me, they quickly pulled their hands away from my mom. I didn't see what they were doing, but I saw that my mom's face was very red and her breathing was a little rapid. But I'm not an idiot. Ever since the "children's playground incident," I've known about their business. Even if I didn't see it, how could I not know what they were doing? I got several sets of pinhole camera equipment online. Those things are too expensive. You don't know until you buy them. Just one set that can see faces clearly within 10 meters costs 700. There were many recording devices, and I'd have to buy more for eavesdropping. But I really wanted one, so I splurged and, following online instructions, placed them around the house when my mom and Lao Hei weren't home. After several adjustments, I finally placed a set in every place they usually frequented, including items like pens and watches. You wouldn't even guess they were for recording. So I invited my classmates out, leaving the three of them to their own devices. Every night, I'd go and save the recordings to my computer. I don't know why I did this. I rarely watched the videos. I wasn't interested in my mom's face or her beautiful figure, nor did I want to use them as evidence to tell my dad about her. I bought the recording equipment without thinking, only occasionally checking what I'd recorded, and I enjoyed it immensely. As I expected, my mom did everything with them—in the living room, my room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the study, my parents' room—they left their foul-smelling bodily fluids everywhere. Whenever my mom had free time, she'd be dragged into sex, feeding Xiaomai and the others until they were completely full. I watched the videos for over ten days and learned a lot about them. My mother has an exhibitionist tendency. What she enjoys most about being with Xiaomai and Laohei is the feeling of being naked and unrestrained in front of them. She enjoys the intensely lustful gazes Laohei and Laohei give her. What she likes most is doing exhibitionist things with Xiaomai and Laohei, and only secondly is sex and the thrill of infidelity. Laohei and Laohei are disgusting. They bought over a dozen large cartons of milk and kept them at my house. Every time they came back from "outing out" with my mother, they would make her soak her feet in the milk. They would take turns rubbing her feet in the milk, and after washing them, they would drink the milk. Occasionally, after washing her feet, they would lift them up and suck on them, licking the milk clean with their tongues. My mother has beautiful feet. Even I, who don't have much romantic attraction to her, fantasized about foot fetishes during middle school, and even secretly smelled her unwashed stockings. When I wasn't home, my mother often sat naked on the sofa watching TV, while Xiaomai and Lao Hei sat on either side of her, playing with her tender, white flesh. Occasionally, she would invite them to stay for dinner. Of course, she was always naked while cooking and eating. Sometimes, Xiaomai and Lao Hei would force themselves on her while eating, pinning her down on the table and fucking her hard from behind, leaving her covered in food and grease. Sometimes, when my mother was tired... She went into the room and lay down, completely naked. Lao Hei and his brother followed her in and slept with her. They weren't always together; sometimes one of them would spend the day with her alone. When Xiaomai was alone with her mother, it was fine; she acted as usual. But Lao Hei, that pervert, was different. He watched a lot of Japanese porn and had heavy tastes. He often demanded that her urinate into his mouth, even asking her to urinate directly into his mouth. However, perhaps even Lao Hei himself couldn't stand the smell of feces and didn't eat it, though he did lick her. He also demanded that she not tell Xiaomai or anyone else. Afterwards, I followed my mother and them a few more times and discovered that she went to a suburban park with them, pretending to expose herself. When she went swimming, she wore a swimsuit that became almost transparent when wet. They even had sex at a bus stop in the suburbs. They never went to the children's playground again, for fear of being recognized. At the park, my mother wore a very short skirt that Lao Hei had bought, with almost transparent white lace thong underneath, and a very low-cut V-neck top.Wearing a short-sleeved, off-the-shoulder shirt, she specifically targeted fathers with young children. After confirming it was just the father and son, the mother would approach and chat with the child. Old Hei and Xiaomai would stay to the side, pretending not to know her and observing how things unfolded. The mother was very attractive and, having raised children herself, got along well with the kids; they all loved playing with her. At this point, the mother would squat down facing the father, deliberately spreading her legs slightly. Her ample breasts and sexy underwear under her skirt would be immediately exposed to the father and son. I couldn't see clearly from a distance with my equipment, but I could see the father's eyes practically gleaming as he nervously peeked at the mother, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. The mother, her face slightly flushed, would occasionally observe the father's reaction. My mother's usual tactic was to first befriend the child, then use an excuse to hold him. She would squat down to hold the child, and as the child snuggled into her arms, she had to spread her legs. At this point, her short skirt was useless; it would slide down to her buttocks. You can imagine what it looked like when the child left her arms. My mother's genitals were completely exposed. The man's mouth was wide open; even from over ten meters away, I could clearly see that dark patch. The narrow strip of fabric she wore was already sunk into the crevice of her genitals, looking incredibly lewd. My mother even pretended to be tired from squatting and switched legs, keeping one knee still while the other half was kneeling on the ground, spreading her legs apart. I could see her deep red labia even more prominent; the fabric must have sunk even deeper. At that moment, I thought the image of my mother's fair, delicate feet in her high-heeled sandals, her lewd genitals, and her pert buttocks would surely keep any man awake all night. When Mom had finished playing, she got up to say goodbye to the child. Mom would deliberately bend over very low because she had worn a much larger bra earlier to show more skin, making it appear more revealing.When the top of her dress was pulled down low, my mother's nipples were exposed. Although I couldn't see them, I guessed they were already erect. When the man saw my mother was about to leave, he asked her if she often came here, and my mother replied that she sometimes came for a walk. Maybe because of my mother's words, the man would bring his son here every day. However, my mother usually wouldn't go back, probably because she was afraid of being found out that she was an exhibitionist. My mother didn't just do this in one park. Why am I only talking about this man? Because I saw him once more later. Later, my mother and I dressed even more casually at home. She often walked around the house naked, her fair skin dazzling. I noticed that my mother looked at me strangely, as if she cared a lot about my reaction. Occasionally, when I had time to stay at home after school and watch TV with my mother, she would deliberately stand very close to me. After watching for a while, she would use the excuse of being hot to go into the bathroom to take a shower. After showering, she would come out while drying her hair with a towel, usually still wearing her underwear. Then she would sit next to me and take my hand. This had never happened before. I felt my mother's erect nipples occasionally rubbing against my arm, and I remembered something from before. Before, because my mom was worried about me buying food near school by myself, I always ate bread and milk for breakfast at home. When I was in my first year of high school, my dad encountered some trouble in his career, and my mom was always helping him worry about it. She would often help him calculate complicated numbers and was busy until very late. So sometimes she wouldn't even know if we ran out of milk. When I found out that we had run out of milk and my mom hadn't bought any more, I would complain a little. Actually, my mom knew I was lazy and scolded me for not being able to buy my own milk at my age. But she would still get up and check if there was anything else to eat, like leftover soup from the refrigerator. One time, she couldn't find any milk, and my mom couldn't bear to see me go to school hungry, since exams were coming up soon. So she told me that there was milk in her room, and then she took a cup and went in to pour some. She didn't come out for a while, carrying a cup of milk, and her shirt was soaked with milk. When she saw me happily drink it, her face was flushed and she seemed a little satisfied. After that, for some reason, my mom always put the milk in her room whenever she bought milk. At that time, my mom was pregnant, but she found out a few months later and had an abortion. Now it seems that my mom's milk came from her two big white rabbits. Seeing me staring intently at her breasts, Mom slowly released my hand, leaning forward towards me. When I came to my senses, her erect, deep red nipples were only a finger's width from my nose, making me incredibly embarrassed. My face flushed instantly, and I quickly turned my head away. Mom chuckled softly, said nothing, and continued watching TV with her arm around mine. Suddenly, I felt I should talk to Mom openly, so I told her what I knew. Mom seemed stunned, not reacting for a long time. After a while, tears welled up in her eyes. She slid to the floor, tightly hugged my waist, buried her head in my chest, and cried until midnight. Later, I pushed Mom away and went to my room to sleep. I felt I had been too direct; I didn't know how to face Mom anymore. That night, I cried in my room too, unable to sleep until dawn. For the next few days, I deliberately avoided Mom, eating breakfast and lunch at school and bringing my meals to my room in the evenings. Mom told Xiaomai and Lao Hei not to come anymore. Xiaomai and Lao Hei were naturally reluctant and wanted to ask Mom why, but seeing her livid face, they didn't dare to provoke her and didn't dare to come. Every time Mom saw me, she wanted to talk to me, but I got annoyed as soon as I saw her and didn't give her a chance to speak, immediately hiding in my room. Later, Dad came home, and Mom seemed to have resigned herself to her fate, so she planned to talk to Dad. I heard Mom crying, and as soon as I heard it, I knew she wanted to confess. I quickly pushed open Dad's bedroom door and glared at Mom, finally managing to change the subject so that Dad would mistakenly think I had upset Mom. Ten days later, after Dad left, Mom and I sat on the sofa in the living room, silently watching TV. When Mom saw I wasn't paying attention to her, she started crying. Seeing her cry only made me more upset, so I yelled at her, accusing her of not considering me and ruining our once happy family. Mom cried even louder, then came over and hugged me. I couldn't break free. Mom even slapped her own face. I yelled at her for a long time, and her face became swollen and purple from the slap. Seeing this, my heart softened. I grabbed her hand to stop her from slapping it, went to the refrigerator, got a towel, wrapped some ice cubes, and put it on her face. Seeing me doing this, Mom sat beside me, hugging me tightly and sobbing softly. Later, she slowly fell asleep in my arms. I felt terrible. I thought about how my relationship with Mom used to be so good, and how I didn't know she was this kind of person, and how she hated Xiaomai and the others. Thinking about how good Mom had always been to Dad and me, the feeling of betrayal intensified. But seeing Mom's swollen face, my heart ached. Gently stroking her face, I thought about how good she had been to me, and my heart became even more conflicted. I thought about many things I had done with my mother before. When I looked down at her, I realized she had woken up at some point and was looking up at me. I pulled my hand away from her face and tried to go back to my room, but she quickly hugged me tightly and pressed my hand back onto her face. Ignoring my reaction, she started talking to me. It turns out that one time when Xiaomai and Laohei came to my house to study, my mom was tired and went back to her room to rest. While she was sleeping, she needed to pee and forgot that Xiaomai and Laohei were still outside. My mom, who usually only wears underwear to bed, naturally wouldn't put her clothes back on when she got up to pee. Xiaomai and Laohei happened to be watching TV in the living room. When my mom passed by the living room, they stared at her. Although my mom saw them, she didn't notice that she was only wearing underwear. She even told them to watch less TV and study more. It wasn't until my mom went into the bathroom that she realized what had happened. My mom felt very embarrassed, but also very excited. So after she finished using the bathroom, she didn't wrap herself in a towel and went out again. Xiaomai and Laohei kept staring in the direction of the bathroom. When they saw my mom still dressed the same way, they stared at her again. From then on, when Xiaomai came to my house, my mom wouldn't pay much attention to what she wore. Sometimes she would even deliberately expose herself. This continued for almost a semester. Xiaomai and the others became very familiar with their mother, and she became much bolder. Occasionally, after waking up from a nap in her room, she would simply not put on any clothes. The first time, she was so nervous that her teeth were chattering. Xiaomai and Lao Hei immediately praised her for her good figure and for her sweet words. She really enjoyed being admired by them. Later, Xiaomai and the others coaxed their mother to take off her underwear as well, and she readily agreed. She said it was the first time she had ever been so excited; she had never known that exposing herself could bring her so much pleasure. As Xiaomai and the others urged her to slowly remove her only cotton underwear, she could feel Xiaomai and Lao Hei's gazes caressing every inch of her skin, causing her to secrete a lot of love fluid. When the love fluid slid down her thighs along with her underwear to her heels, she went limp. If Lao Hei hadn't been there to support her, she would have sat down on the ground. She could feel Lao Hei's hands were very restless, his right hand constantly sliding around her waist, his left hand pressing under her breasts and gently stroking them upwards, and his penis pressing against her lower back. But she didn't have the strength to push Lao Hei away. She leaned against Lao Hei's chest, looking at Xiaomai's lustful gaze, her body trembling slightly. Finally, under Lao Hei's caresses, she reached orgasm. When Mom regained consciousness and saw Lao Hei and Xiao Mai, her face immediately turned red. The thought of being brought to orgasm by her son's classmates filled her with both guilt and a strange sense of pleasure. Since that incident, Mom hadn't worn clothes at home with Xiao Mai and the others. Lao Hei and Xiao Mai grew increasingly bold, frequently making unwanted physical advances at her, until she lost all sense of boundaries. Mom said she only wanted to satisfy her exhibitionist desires and didn't actually like Xiao Mai and the others. She promised she wouldn't do anything to betray the family again and begged for my forgiveness. I didn't speak; this wasn't something easily forgiven. I pushed Mom away and locked myself in my room. Before closing the door, I heard Mom crying again. Two months into our senior year, because my issues with Mom remained unresolved, I couldn't concentrate on my studies. Then Mom received a call from her homeroom teacher. When I got home that night, Mom cried, saying she was sorry to me and Dad, and that as long as I studied hard, it didn't matter if she didn't forgive me. My heart clenched again. Seeing that I didn't speak, Mom pulled me to the sofa, wiped away my tears, and said in a tearful voice that it was all her fault, telling me to study hard and that I could treat her however I wanted after the exams. I finally cried in front of Mom. I had been holding back for months. I couldn't confide in Mom, I had to keep it a secret from Dad. No one could share my burden, and I had to bear the hatred for Mom alone. I had been holding it in for so long, and at this moment I finally burst out. Mom saw how much I was crying and tried to hug me, but I pushed her away. I sat on the sofa and waited for the uncontrollable crying to stop on its own. I was silent for a long time, then slowly stood up and hugged Mom. I felt that Mom's body stiffened at that moment. I think it was because Mom also knew that the final judgment she had been waiting for for months was about to be pronounced. I will never forget that conversation between Mom and me. "Mom, would you abandon your husband and children for a moment of pleasure?" "No, no, Mom will never, Mom won't dare, she really won't dare..." "Tomorrow I...""I want milk and bread," I said after a moment of silence. "Mmm...mmm," Mom nodded vigorously, then started crying again. Wen's Mom 2 I wonder if you all still remember me? My name is Wen. After I made up with my mom, she said I had matured a lot. Throughout my senior year of high school, I studied hard with her encouragement and finally got into my dream university. The distance between my mom and me disappeared without me even realizing it. Instead, because we had a secret, we became even closer. My mom seemed very attached to me, asking me about everything before making decisions. Because I found out about her exhibitionism, my mother stopped restraining herself at home. She wore whatever she liked, or nothing at all. However, the way she looked at me became strange, like the pitiful look my girlfriend gave me when I scolded her, or like a puppy begging for food. It made me feel like I owed her something. Watching TV with my mother at night was still the most heartwarming time for us. She would still be naked, holding my arm, or resting her head on my lap. We would chat and laugh quietly while watching the show. Later, she said that I looked scary when I got angry; she had never seen me like that before. She was afraid I would leave her, afraid that my father and I would abandon her. She said she wouldn't want to live if that happened. I just smiled. My mother and I were like best friends, talking about everything without reservation. She also told me a lot about her sex life with my father. She said he had many sexual techniques, but he was a normal person who liked breasts, thighs, and buttocks. He didn't have any foot fetish, hand fetish, or SM, and he certainly wouldn't want my mother to be exposed to others. One evening, after playing computer games in my room, I came out to find the living room dark except for the TV. My mother was asleep on the sofa, and I wanted to carry her to bed. As I lifted her legs, I was once again captivated by her tiny feet. Even in the darkness, they seemed so translucent, each toe as beautiful and delicate as agate. Her feet were like one of Europe's greatest sculptures. To be honest, I didn't have any other thoughts about my mother. Her face was delicate and pretty, like a girl from a modest family, but even after watching a… Whenever I see this face, my younger brother also droops, because in my heart, this is my mother. It's not about ethics or morality; it's just that I have absolutely no sexual interest in this face. So sometimes when I read novels about incest between mother and son, I find it incredibly unbelievable. How could someone who has been your mother for over a decade possibly have feelings for a lover? But none of this affects my appreciation for my mother's body, just like my attraction to her feet, which are incredibly arousing to men. I unconsciously reach out and play with each of my mother's toes, rubbing my face against her delicate soles, inhaling the mixed scent of shower gel and stockings on her feet. Suddenly, I felt my mother's feet tremble. Was she awake?! I was startled and immediately stood up, wanting to run back to my bedroom, only to find that my mother had somehow sat up and was wrapped around my waist. I was so scared I didn't dare breathe, desperate to escape. I tried to pry her arms off, but she held on even tighter. After a moment of this stalemate, my mother's voice came from behind me. She said, "Go ahead and play. I like it when you do this." Later, I vaguely remember going back to my room and lying down. I only remember that my mother, looking shy, put her feet into my lap, placed my hands on them, and stroked them for a while. Once I moved on my own, she lay down and happily enjoyed my caresses. The next morning, I didn't dare look at my mother's ambiguous smile during breakfast. I hurriedly finished eating and made an excuse to leave home, wandering the streets until dark before slowly returning home. When I got home, I sat down at the table and ate silently, not daring to look at my mother. This made her think I was angry, so she put one foot under the table on my lap and massaged my lower abdomen, asking if I was still angry. I didn't dare touch her foot, so I looked up and whispered no, hoping she would put her foot down. But instead of being angry, she gently pressed my lower abdomen with her foot. I stared at her in surprise. She looked down, embarrassed by my gaze, but her foot kept moving, and even probed downwards. I could feel her foot touching the penis in my pants. While moving her foot, she told me something that shocked me. Ever since I was in middle school, my mother had always cared about me, not just as a mother would care about her son. Even when she was having sex with Xiaomai and the others, she treated them as me. This started when she found out I was secretly smelling her stockings. Apparently, she had seen me smelling her stockings in the bathroom that day, and she had been overthinking it ever since. I masturbated thinking about smelling my stockings. Even now, my mother still has some inexplicable feelings for me. She wants me to be closer to her, she wants me to love her and appreciate everything about her, just like I would my girlfriend (actually, she knew about my relationship a long time ago). She doesn't think it's betraying the family; she loves me like she loves my father, and we're all family. I listened silently to all this. I know I'm fascinated by every part of my mother's body, but I'm not in love with her. If this body weren't on her, I probably wouldn't have been able to control myself. So I held my mother's feet and told her not to overthink it. I'm her son, and I'll take her out to play exhibitionist games in the future. I just need her not to have any wild ideas. I like my mother and I think she's beautiful, but that's only for her body. After saying that, I lowered my head and kissed my mother's feet. My mother didn't say anything more, just told me not to reject her. That conversation was completely ignored by my mother. She would pester me to watch TV with her every day at home, and while watching TV, she would always slip her feet under my shirt and wander over my chest. Sometimes when my father and mother were having sex at home, my mother would moan very loudly, as if she was afraid I wouldn't hear her. One morning, I was reading a novel in my room when I heard my mother moaning softly from the living room. I wanted to go out and see what was going on. When I got to the living room, I saw my mother sitting on my father, her buttocks rising and falling, her waist twisting wildly. I was behind the sofa, so my father couldn't see me. When my mother saw that I was there, she seemed to have taken a stimulant, and she moaned even louder. My mother took off her top, and I could see her large breasts changing shapes in my father's hands, with faint bite marks on them. My mother was telling my father to hurry up while looking at me with seductive eyes and even licking her tongue at me. I quickly and hurriedly ran back to my room.Whenever I see this face, my younger brother also droops, because in my heart, this is my mother. It's not about ethics or morality; it's just that I have absolutely no sexual interest in this face. So sometimes when I read novels about incest between mother and son, I find it incredibly unbelievable. How could someone who has been your mother for over a decade possibly have feelings for a lover? But none of this affects my appreciation for my mother's body, just like my attraction to her feet, which are incredibly arousing to men. I unconsciously reach out and play with each of my mother's toes, rubbing my face against her delicate soles, inhaling the mixed scent of shower gel and stockings on her feet. Suddenly, I felt my mother's feet tremble. Was she awake?! I was startled and immediately stood up, wanting to run back to my bedroom, only to find that my mother had somehow sat up and was wrapped around my waist. I was so scared I didn't dare breathe, desperate to escape. I tried to pry her arms off, but she held on even tighter. After a moment of this stalemate, my mother's voice came from behind me. She said, "Go ahead and play. I like it when you do this." Later, I vaguely remember going back to my room and lying down. I only remember that my mother, looking shy, put her foot inside my lap, placed my hand on it, and stroked it for a while. Once I moved on my own, she lay down and happily enjoyed my caresses. The next morning, I didn't dare look at my mother's ambiguous smile during breakfast. I hurriedly finished eating and made an excuse to leave home, wandering the streets until dark before slowly returning home. Back home, I naturally sat at the table and ate silently, not daring to look at my mother even once. This made her think I was angry. Under the table, she lifted one foot and placed it on my lap, pushing against my lower abdomen, asking if I was still angry. I didn't dare touch her foot, so I looked up and whispered no, hoping she would put her foot down. But to my surprise, she knew I wasn't angry and instead gently pressed her foot against my lower abdomen. I stared at her in shock. She was embarrassed by my gaze and lowered her head, but her foot continued to move, even probing downwards. I could feel her foot touching the penis in my pants. While moving her foot, she told me something that shocked me. My mother has always cared about me since I was in junior high school. It wasn't just a mother's concern for her son; even when she was having sex with Xiaomai and the others, she treated them as me. This started when she found out I was secretly smelling her stockings. Apparently, she saw me smelling her stockings in the bathroom that day, and she started having all sorts of wild thoughts about it. She would masturbate at night imagining me smelling her stockings. Even now, she still has some inexplicable feelings for me. She wants me to be closer to her, she wants me to love her and appreciate everything about her, just like I do with my girlfriend (actually, she knew about my relationship a long time ago). She doesn't think this is a betrayal of the family; she loves me just like she loves my father, and we are all family. I listened silently to her story. I knew I was fascinated by every part of my mother's body, but I wasn't in love with her. If such a figure weren't on her, I probably would have lost control long ago. So I held my mother's feet and told her not to overthink it. I'm her son, and I'll take her out to play exhibitionist games in the future. As long as she doesn't have any wild ideas, it's fine. I like my mother and think she's beautiful, but that's only for her body. After saying that, I bent down and kissed my mother's feet. My mother didn't know what to say next, and just told me not to reject her. That conversation was completely ignored by my mother. She would pester me to watch TV with her every day at home, and while watching TV, she would always slip her feet under my shirt and wander over my chest. Sometimes when my father and mother were having sex at home, my mother would moan very loudly, as if she was afraid I wouldn't hear her. One morning, I was reading a novel in my room when I heard my mother moaning softly from the living room. I wanted to go out and see what was going on. When I got to the living room, I saw my mother sitting on my father, her buttocks rising and falling, her waist twisting wildly. I was behind the sofa, so my father couldn't see me. When my mother saw that I was there, she seemed to have taken a stimulant, and she moaned even louder. My mother took off her top, and I could see her large breasts changing shapes in my father's hands, with faint bite marks on them. My mother was telling my father to hurry up while looking at me with seductive eyes and even licking her tongue at me. I quickly and hurriedly ran back to my room.Whenever I see this face, my younger brother also droops, because in my heart, this is my mother. It's not about ethics or morality; it's just that I have absolutely no sexual interest in this face. So sometimes when I read novels about incest between mother and son, I find it incredibly unbelievable. How could someone who has been your mother for over a decade possibly have feelings for a lover? But none of this affects my appreciation for my mother's body, just like my attraction to her feet, which are incredibly arousing to men. I unconsciously reach out and play with each of my mother's toes, rubbing my face against her delicate soles, inhaling the mixed scent of shower gel and stockings on her feet. Suddenly, I felt my mother's feet tremble. Was she awake?! I was startled and immediately stood up, wanting to run back to my bedroom, only to find that my mother had somehow sat up and was wrapped around my waist. I was so scared I didn't dare breathe, desperate to escape. I tried to pry her arms off, but she held on even tighter. After a moment of this stalemate, my mother's voice came from behind me. She said, "Go ahead and play. I like it when you do this." Later, I vaguely remember going back to my room and lying down. I only remember that my mother, looking shy, put her foot inside my lap, placed my hand on it, and stroked it for a while. Once I moved on my own, she lay down and happily enjoyed my caresses. The next morning, I didn't dare look at my mother's ambiguous smile during breakfast. I hurriedly finished eating and made an excuse to leave home, wandering the streets until dark before slowly returning home. Back home, I naturally sat at the table and ate silently, not daring to look at my mother even once. This made her think I was angry. Under the table, she lifted one foot and placed it on my lap, pushing against my lower abdomen, asking if I was still angry. I didn't dare touch her foot, so I looked up and whispered no, hoping she would put her foot down. But to my surprise, she knew I wasn't angry and instead gently pressed her foot against my lower abdomen. I stared at her in shock. She was embarrassed by my gaze and lowered her head, but her foot continued to move, even probing downwards. I could feel her foot touching the penis in my pants. While moving her foot, she told me something that shocked me. My mother has always cared about me since I was in junior high school. It wasn't just a mother's concern for her son; even when she was having sex with Xiaomai and the others, she treated them as me. This started when she found out I was secretly smelling her stockings. Apparently, she saw me smelling her stockings in the bathroom that day, and she started having all sorts of wild thoughts about it. She would masturbate at night imagining me smelling her stockings. Even now, she still has some inexplicable feelings for me. She wants me to be closer to her, she wants me to love her and appreciate everything about her, just like I do with my girlfriend (actually, she knew about my relationship a long time ago). She doesn't think this is a betrayal of the family; she loves me just like she loves my father, and we are all family. I listened silently to her story. I knew I was fascinated by every part of my mother's body, but I wasn't in love with her. If such a figure weren't on her, I probably would have lost control long ago. So I held my mother's feet and told her not to overthink it. I'm her son, and I'll take her out to play exhibitionist games in the future. As long as she doesn't have any wild ideas, it's fine. I like my mother and think she's beautiful, but that's only for her body. After saying that, I bent down and kissed my mother's feet. My mother didn't know what to say next, and just told me not to reject her. That conversation was completely ignored by my mother. She would pester me to watch TV with her every day at home, and while watching TV, she would always slip her feet under my shirt and wander over my chest. Sometimes when my father and mother were having sex at home, my mother would moan very loudly, as if she was afraid I wouldn't hear her. One morning, I was reading a novel in my room when I heard my mother moaning softly from the living room. I wanted to go out and see what was going on. When I got to the living room, I saw my mother sitting on my father, her buttocks rising and falling, her waist twisting wildly. I was behind the sofa, so my father couldn't see me. When my mother saw that I was there, she seemed to have taken a stimulant, and she moaned even louder. My mother took off her top, and I could see her large breasts changing shapes in my father's hands, with faint bite marks on them. My mother was telling my father to hurry up while looking at me with seductive eyes and even licking her tongue at me. I quickly and hurriedly ran back to my room.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/184724.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=184724&aspx=1

Previous Page : 【The Legend of Sword and Fairy: The Story of the Beautiful Woman】(123)

Next Page : 【The Legend of Sword and Fairy: The Story of the Beautiful Woman】(124)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

flirtatious mother

comment Open a new window to view comments