However, after all, the little bastard succeeded.
Thinking about it now, that little beast must have made plans.
I was happy when the exam results came out. I knew I couldn't drink, but I even deceived myself to drink.
At that time, she seemed to be rational and disconnected, and was driven by her physical instinct. The boundless pleasure and physical instinct desire made her ask her son that, can she go in?No rejection afterwards.
Finally, the son inserted his body into his body. Of course, the residual reason in his body also realized that it was incest, but the only remaining reason brought only the infinite pleasure brought by the taboo of incest.
The moral constraints on weekdays seemed to be all untied at that moment, and I just wanted to enjoy the pure joy that I had never had in many years.
Until, my husband's phone call woke me up.
……
After finishing her work, she thought a lot in the bathroom, and she decided that she could not continue like this. She knew that if she continued like this, she could only sink into this path that could not see the end...
She cannot be sorry for her husband, nor can she go against her inner moral bottom line, nor can she let her son fall into such joy. Her son's life is still long, and she is just a wrong episode.
So she made three rules with her son.
You can help your son solve his physiological needs, but you cannot let your son touch her on his own initiative.
Otherwise, she would not know when she would sink into pleasure again.
Such stimulation and so comfortable are really a bit irresistible.
You can use your feet, don’t this little bastard like stockings very much?
You can use your mouth. Don’t this little beast like me to hold it in?
However, you must never touch the bottom again.
She was afraid that she could not help herself...
The son must live in the school. Only when he is separated for a while and does not get along day and night can his son gradually escape from his own traces and have his own life.
Even though his son asked to chat with him every day, it was stronger than the temptation of being together day and night.
And all I have to pay is to obey all my son’s requests that night.
Well, as long as you don't insert it, just listen to him, anyway, it can't be broken any more.
Just take it as, let's be so arrogant in the end...
That night, she completely let go of herself, letting her son play with her breasts, and also tried the deep throat that she had been curious, and even being caressed by her son's asshole... She was played everywhere on her body by her son, using this as a farewell.
That night, she squirted and the water was everywhere.
For decades, she never knew that women could do this, nor did she know that she would do this.
The joy of spasm and electricity, and the release of her brain blank, made her truly experience the joy of being a woman.
As a woman, she hesitated. She didn't know if she would say goodbye to this happiness forever. She was no longer young. Zhu Yan said to the mirror and flowers, and her husband was like that again. She wanted to play some tricks when she was young. At that time, she was shy. How could she cooperate? Later... there were no tricks behind, and the time was short, everything seemed to be completing a task... Really, are you going to grow old like this?
But as a wife and mother, she had to continue the plan she had made.
Even if my husband is not good at this, he has loved her very much for more than ten years and has paid a lot for this family. She cannot be sorry for her husband.
The son cannot fall into such an unhealthy relationship. The son still has a long life. If he continues to sink, he doesn’t know whether his son’s life will go to a wrong path.
In the end, under the stimulation of desire, she left a hole, and next time, it would be fine... Anyway, she had to help her son vent... Really, there was only the last time...
After her son lived on campus, her life suddenly became a little empty.
When I get home from get off work, I don’t have to prepare midnight snacks for my son, nor do I have to tutor my son’s homework. It seems that I can only use reading books and watching TV shows to satisfy my emptiness for a long time after get off work.
Even if my husband is at home, he just chats a few times. There is one person missing at home, which seems to be mostly happy.
She always couldn't help but recall the time she was chatting with her son about literature, the scene when she confessed to her, the helplessness and secret joy when her son harassed her, and the pleasure and shame that every cell in her body was jumping when her son invaded her.
When she received her son's message, she felt secretly happy. The feeling of chatting with her husband and son behind her back was like doing something bad that no one knew, full of unrestrained pleasure. Therefore, even if her son chatted a little abnormally on WeChat, she was still not angry.
After get off work every day, this seemed to be the only thing she expected.
Although she was still holding on to her mother's identity, she was indeed worried about gains and losses as if she was back as a girl. Although she didn't want to admit it, she did have mentally cheated after physically cheating.
The chat every night is like falling in love, but the object of this love is his son, his son who is sometimes well-behaved, sometimes unrestrained, and sometimes rude.
She bought an electric penis. Every time she chatted with her son, she couldn't help but feel throbbing in her heart. She always fantasizes the electric penis as her son to calm down the passionate desires in her heart.
However, every time I use it up, a deep sense of guilt arises in my heart.
So after her son returned home on the weekend, as a mother, she instinctively wanted to avoid it. However, under her son's simple teasing, she quickly couldn't bear the throbbing in her heart. Anyway, it was the last time, right?
But the next day, the son went out to play with her girlfriend.After finally going home, he even went out to find her girlfriend. Isn’t it enough to meet every day at school?
Liu Ruyu's heart was full of unhappiness and was listless all day long. Even she herself couldn't tell what was going on. Her son found a girlfriend and could gradually end this mother-son relationship. Isn't that good?
But why are you unhappy?
like?Love?
She couldn't tell it clearly, only knowing that when her son came back, the gifts were quite expensive for her son. She knew how many small vaults her son had. Such a necklace could almost drain her son's small vault.
So she was very happy, especially after knowing that she was the only one who had a gift.
It seems that my son still cares about me.
So, when her son asked her to go out in such exposed clothes, she did not refuse. After all, it was indeed very beautiful, and she was still so attractive.
So, when she was in the restaurant, she acknowledged her son's perverted behavior. How could he dare to do this in public places?
However, it was indeed very exciting. She had never done bad things since she was a child and felt like she was a thief for the first time. The strange pleasure almost made her heart jump out.
Especially when talking on the phone with her husband, guilt and shame are mixed, and pleasure and pleasure are coexisting, and at the same time, stimulating her silent heart.
This little bastard always has so many tricks.
What's even more excessive is that he actually cums in his shoes again, wearing high heels filled with semen. The stockings and semen rubbed against the high heels, which was slippery and wet, and it was very uncomfortable. This little pervert.
But her son seemed very happy. She was walking with her son sometimes like a little girl in love, and sometimes she returned to her mother's identity. This strange identity change made her feel novel and exciting. The slippery semen that was originally uncomfortable under her feet also became less uncomfortable, but it was a bit strange.
Maybe, that's good...but, is it worthy of your husband?
These days, every time she fantasizes about her son masturbating, her guilt towards her husband will echo in her heart.My husband...son...is still going to be disconnected...
But before she could think about what to say, her son spoke up. Although she didn't say it clearly, she knew what her son meant.
It's Ah, I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I'm greedy for a while.
It is a dream for my son, but isn’t it the same for me?
Although it’s good in the dream, who can break free from reality?
The guilt towards her husband always entangles her heart, and her son also has his own life to leave.
However, she never expected that her son would take the initiative to propose this. Is he feeling sorry for me?Obviously, he wanted it so much.
A love pity is born from the heart. If it is a dream, let the dream have a perfect ending.
That night, she was extremely proactive and unscrupulous in releasing her love and desires.
She took the initiative to give her body and let her son enter her body again. The words she was embarrassed to say in the past were no longer hidden.
She enjoyed her son's roughness, pervert, evil... and that crazy and bitter love.
……
Wake up from the dream...?
Liu Ruyu returned to the bed, her son slept very heavily beside her, and she was very tired herself. She looked at her son's sleeping face with her face sideways. Her son slept very quietly, and she was still as cute as she was when she was a child. She couldn't help but chuckled with pampering.
If it was really broken at that time, it would be a good thing.
……
A month after that, my son never went home or sent any messages. He had no contact except for the occasional phone call from his father.
Liu Ruyu thought she could get out quickly, but she fell deeper and deeper. She was fine when her husband was at home. At least there was someone in the room who could divert his attention or ask her husband to call her son to ask about her life and study.
She was doing everything on weekdays, but when her husband was on a business trip, when the night was quiet, facing the empty home and the empty bed, she really couldn't stop herself from recalling the pleasure of the collision with her son's body.
The emptiness was as ants as the heart. She could no longer contact her son, so she could only open the incest website she saw before, look at the lust between the mother and the son inside, and then comfort her emptiness with the electric penis that looked like her son's penis over and over again.
However, after all, the electric penis does not have that temperature, power, gentleness, and roughness.
Sometimes she couldn't help asking herself, are she really going to disconnect?
Isn’t it good to have so many mothers and sons incest online?
But, what about my husband?
Every night, she was hesitating, and her body and reason were fiercely confronting each other.
Emptiness is the biggest enemy of women after all.
Thinking about it now, that little beast must have made plans.
I was happy when the exam results came out. I knew I couldn't drink, but I even deceived myself to drink.
At that time, she seemed to be rational and disconnected, and was driven by her physical instinct. The boundless pleasure and physical instinct desire made her ask her son that, can she go in?No rejection afterwards.
Finally, the son inserted his body into his body. Of course, the residual reason in his body also realized that it was incest, but the only remaining reason brought only the infinite pleasure brought by the taboo of incest.
The moral constraints on weekdays seemed to be all untied at that moment, and I just wanted to enjoy the pure joy that I had never had in many years.
Until, my husband's phone call woke me up.
……
After finishing her work, she thought a lot in the bathroom, and she decided that she could not continue like this. She knew that if she continued like this, she could only sink into this path that could not see the end...
She cannot be sorry for her husband, nor can she go against her inner moral bottom line, nor can she let her son fall into such joy. Her son's life is still long, and she is just a wrong episode.
So she made three rules with her son.
You can help your son solve his physiological needs, but you cannot let your son touch her on his own initiative.
Otherwise, she would not know when she would sink into pleasure again.
Such stimulation and so comfortable are really a bit irresistible.
You can use your feet, don’t this little bastard like stockings very much?
You can use your mouth. Don’t this little beast like me to hold it in?
However, you must never touch the bottom again.
She was afraid that she could not help herself...
The son must live in the school. Only when he is separated for a while and does not get along day and night can his son gradually escape from his own traces and have his own life.
Even though his son asked to chat with him every day, it was stronger than the temptation of being together day and night.
And all I have to pay is to obey all my son’s requests that night.
Well, as long as you don't insert it, just listen to him, anyway, it can't be broken any more.
Just take it as, let's be so arrogant in the end...
That night, she completely let go of herself, letting her son play with her breasts, and also tried the deep throat that she had been curious, and even being caressed by her son's asshole... She was played everywhere on her body by her son, using this as a farewell.
That night, she squirted and the water was everywhere.
For decades, she never knew that women could do this, nor did she know that she would do this.
The joy of spasm and electricity, and the release of her brain blank, made her truly experience the joy of being a woman.
As a woman, she hesitated. She didn't know if she would say goodbye to this happiness forever. She was no longer young. Zhu Yan said to the mirror and flowers, and her husband was like that again. She wanted to play some tricks when she was young. At that time, she was shy. How could she cooperate? Later... there were no tricks behind, and the time was short, everything seemed to be completing a task... Really, are you going to grow old like this?
But as a wife and mother, she had to continue the plan she had made.
Even if my husband is not good at this, he has loved her very much for more than ten years and has paid a lot for this family. She cannot be sorry for her husband.
The son cannot fall into such an unhealthy relationship. The son still has a long life. If he continues to sink, he doesn’t know whether his son’s life will go to a wrong path.
In the end, under the stimulation of desire, she left a hole, and next time, it would be fine... Anyway, she had to help her son vent... Really, there was only the last time...
After her son lived on campus, her life suddenly became a little empty.
When I get home from get off work, I don’t have to prepare midnight snacks for my son, nor do I have to tutor my son’s homework. It seems that I can only use reading books and watching TV shows to satisfy my emptiness for a long time after get off work.
Even if my husband is at home, he just chats a few times. There is one person missing at home, which seems to be mostly happy.
She always couldn't help but recall the time she was chatting with her son about literature, the scene when she confessed to her, the helplessness and secret joy when her son harassed her, and the pleasure and shame that every cell in her body was jumping when her son invaded her.
When she received her son's message, she felt secretly happy. The feeling of chatting with her husband and son behind her back was like doing something bad that no one knew, full of unrestrained pleasure. Therefore, even if her son chatted a little abnormally on WeChat, she was still not angry.
After get off work every day, this seemed to be the only thing she expected.
Although she was still holding on to her mother's identity, she was indeed worried about gains and losses as if she was back as a girl. Although she didn't want to admit it, she did have mentally cheated after physically cheating.
The chat every night is like falling in love, but the object of this love is his son, his son who is sometimes well-behaved, sometimes unrestrained, and sometimes rude.
She bought an electric penis. Every time she chatted with her son, she couldn't help but feel throbbing in her heart. She always fantasizes the electric penis as her son to calm down the passionate desires in her heart.
However, every time I use it up, a deep sense of guilt arises in my heart.
So after her son returned home on the weekend, as a mother, she instinctively wanted to avoid it. However, under her son's simple teasing, she quickly couldn't bear the throbbing in her heart. Anyway, it was the last time, right?
But the next day, the son went out to play with her girlfriend.After finally going home, he even went out to find her girlfriend. Isn’t it enough to meet every day at school?
Liu Ruyu's heart was full of unhappiness and was listless all day long. Even she herself couldn't tell what was going on. Her son found a girlfriend and could gradually end this mother-son relationship. Isn't that good?
But why are you unhappy?
like?Love?
She couldn't tell it clearly, only knowing that when her son came back, the gifts were quite expensive for her son. She knew how many small vaults her son had. Such a necklace could almost drain her son's small vault.
So she was very happy, especially after knowing that she was the only one who had a gift.
It seems that my son still cares about me.
So, when her son asked her to go out in such exposed clothes, she did not refuse. After all, it was indeed very beautiful, and she was still so attractive.
So, when she was in the restaurant, she acknowledged her son's perverted behavior. How could he dare to do this in public places?
However, it was indeed very exciting. She had never done bad things since she was a child and felt like she was a thief for the first time. The strange pleasure almost made her heart jump out.
Especially when talking on the phone with her husband, guilt and shame are mixed, and pleasure and pleasure are coexisting, and at the same time, stimulating her silent heart.
This little bastard always has so many tricks.
What's even more excessive is that he actually cums in his shoes again, wearing high heels filled with semen. The stockings and semen rubbed against the high heels, which was slippery and wet, and it was very uncomfortable. This little pervert.
But her son seemed very happy. She was walking with her son sometimes like a little girl in love, and sometimes she returned to her mother's identity. This strange identity change made her feel novel and exciting. The slippery semen that was originally uncomfortable under her feet also became less uncomfortable, but it was a bit strange.
Maybe, that's good...but, is it worthy of your husband?
These days, every time she fantasizes about her son masturbating, her guilt towards her husband will echo in her heart.My husband...son...is still going to be disconnected...
But before she could think about what to say, her son spoke up. Although she didn't say it clearly, she knew what her son meant.
It's Ah, I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I'm greedy for a while.
It is a dream for my son, but isn’t it the same for me?
Although it’s good in the dream, who can break free from reality?
The guilt towards her husband always entangles her heart, and her son also has his own life to leave.
However, she never expected that her son would take the initiative to propose this. Is he feeling sorry for me?Obviously, he wanted it so much.
A love pity is born from the heart. If it is a dream, let the dream have a perfect ending.
That night, she was extremely proactive and unscrupulous in releasing her love and desires.
She took the initiative to give her body and let her son enter her body again. The words she was embarrassed to say in the past were no longer hidden.
She enjoyed her son's roughness, pervert, evil... and that crazy and bitter love.
……
Wake up from the dream...?
Liu Ruyu returned to the bed, her son slept very heavily beside her, and she was very tired herself. She looked at her son's sleeping face with her face sideways. Her son slept very quietly, and she was still as cute as she was when she was a child. She couldn't help but chuckled with pampering.
If it was really broken at that time, it would be a good thing.
……
A month after that, my son never went home or sent any messages. He had no contact except for the occasional phone call from his father.
Liu Ruyu thought she could get out quickly, but she fell deeper and deeper. She was fine when her husband was at home. At least there was someone in the room who could divert his attention or ask her husband to call her son to ask about her life and study.
She was doing everything on weekdays, but when her husband was on a business trip, when the night was quiet, facing the empty home and the empty bed, she really couldn't stop herself from recalling the pleasure of the collision with her son's body.
The emptiness was as ants as the heart. She could no longer contact her son, so she could only open the incest website she saw before, look at the lust between the mother and the son inside, and then comfort her emptiness with the electric penis that looked like her son's penis over and over again.
However, after all, the electric penis does not have that temperature, power, gentleness, and roughness.
Sometimes she couldn't help asking herself, are she really going to disconnect?
Isn’t it good to have so many mothers and sons incest online?
But, what about my husband?
Every night, she was hesitating, and her body and reason were fiercely confronting each other.
Emptiness is the biggest enemy of women after all.
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