Chapter 16: Mom helped me with her hands

“Mom, your son loves you too.”

After revealing the secret, Mom and I became closer. We hugged each other tightly. Before leaving, Mom kissed me on the mouth quickly.

After dinner, my cousin saw that Mom and I didn’t say a word. She felt that the atmosphere was not right, so she took a shower and went back to her room early. I didn’t watch TV anymore. I went to my room to review those erotic books. Some of them were very erotic about mother-son incest. I was thirsty after reading them. I turned up my underwear that was sticking up high, and my meat cock immediately popped out.

I rubbed my hands with waves. The appetizer was the headshot of me and Mom on the table. Just when I was imagining that Mom was crying and turning over under me, the door was opened. It was Mom who walked in. It was too fast at that time, and I was too involved to pay attention to the footsteps. This sudden change of wind and thunder did not even give me time to grab the quilt.

Mom was wearing a blue nightgown, and boldly didn’t wear pajamas, revealing her flawless, round and firm legs, which made my heart itch. With her collar half-opened, her plump breasts stood high, and her seductive curves made my penis tremble. Then I looked at Mom’s face with makeup, noble, generous and beautiful.

But her expression was extremely frightened.

Mom stared at my thick, swinging penis for more than ten seconds before she screamed, quickly covered her eyes, turned around and asked me to put on my pants, which I did immediately.

When Mom turned around and saw that I had put on my pants, she wanted to leave the room. I quickly jumped over and hugged Mom, dragged her to sit on the bed, and asked her what she wanted to talk to me about.

Mom’s face flushed with emotion, and her beautiful big eyes glanced at me a few times and then looked elsewhere. Seeing that the table was full of her photos and the big head photo that had been enlarged several times, her face was full of surprise but shy, almost dripping with oil.

But she quickly recovered her motherly attitude. She pinched my ear and said angrily: “Okay, you little brat, you are still learning while watching. How can you become so lewd? In fact, your dad has wanted to talk to you about precocious puberty for a long time. I am tired of washing your yellow-stained underwear. Your dad is on a business trip, so let me tell you about the precocious puberty of adolescents.” My mother told me earnestly that boys should focus on studying. Although physiological needs can be solved by masturbation. But it should not be excessive. The more she talked, the lower her voice became, and her face became mature and lovely. She saw me staring at her naked snow-white flesh, coughed a few times, picked up a few books and read while talking. My mother flipped through it casually, and a lewd article about mother and son stunned her. Mom quickly scanned the content. It was all dark and gloomy, with naked mother and son fighting. It seemed that the obscene words in the content were ringing fiercely in her ears, and the title with the largest words at the beginning of the text was “Mom, be my bride.”