Sleepwalking Mom
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 31: Mom’s cheeks are hot
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 31: Mom’s cheeks are hot - After his mother sleepwalked, the young son could not resist her temptation and had bad thoughts
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
Mom swept away the haze when she came here, and she was very happy all the way, jumping and skipping as if she had returned to her teenage years. I was also influenced by my mother, pointing out every scenery that should not be missed along the way.
This is the taste of first love, the repressed mother seemed to have let go of her heart at this time, and no longer resisted my intimate actions.
Even when she squatted or sat down several times, I secretly glanced at her buttocks and the scenery under her skirt without exposing it. Every time she found me peeking at her, Mom would only blush and turn away shyly, although each time it was just a glimpse.
But Mom’s white panties and that touch of black still made me feel a throbbing, blushing and heartbeating. Lunch was eaten at a gourmet restaurant in the park. Mom and I ordered some of our favorites and a large bottle of drinks.
While eating, I did not forget to tell my confession and longing, saying that I like Mom, that I am particularly happy today, and that I want to stay with Mom forever.
Hearing my bold words between mother and son and lover, my mother looked confused and embarrassed, with a strange expression, and she just said that she was very happy today. When she wanted to say something, she hesitated and didn’t say anything.
The sun was still a little hot at noon, so my mother and I talked without moving until more than two o’clock in the afternoon.
There was still time in the afternoon, so my mother suggested going to Qingling Temple for fortune-telling.
Qingling Mountain is the only mountain in our city. Although the mountain is not big, in order to meet the leisure needs of urban people, the government built a park on the hillside in the early years.
And Qingling Temple is on a hill not far from here.
My mother’s suggestion was exactly what I wanted. I was afraid that I would not find a chance to say it, but now my mother came to the door herself. When I was about to reach the temple, I used the excuse of going to the toilet because I drank a lot of drinks at noon, and my mother didn’t doubt it.
I asked my mother to wait for me here. After saying that, I walked a little in the direction of the toilet, and then turned to another place with the crowd.
After a while, I came back and saw my mother was still waiting for me. I patted her and complained, “There are so many people going to the toilet. We have been waiting in line for a while.”
My mother didn’t say anything and took my hand to go into the temple. A little monk greeted my mother and me. As soon as he saw me, he came up to me and said, “Dear donors, I have been waiting for you for a long time.”
After that, he made a unique gesture of stretching his palms and bowing.
My mother may not understand the situation. She looked at me. I also looked at my mother as if I didn’t know anything. We looked at each other in bewilderment.
“Well, we are here to find your master. Where is he?”
My mother looked inside again and asked.
“The master went out this afternoon.”
“Oh, so that’s it.”
Hearing that the old host was not there, my mother was a little disappointed.
“But the master left a brocade bag when he left. He specifically told me to give it to the two donors.”
“Give it to us?”
My mother was a little confused and was afraid that she had heard it wrong, so she quickly added.
“I think you must have made a mistake. We are here to ask the old host for fortune-telling.”
“That’s right, it’s the two donors.”
The little monk was afraid that my mother would not believe him, so he said confidently.
“The master said that at 15:30, a pair of golden boys and jade girls would come here.”
When my mother heard the words “golden boy and jade girl”, she was stunned for a moment. She must have thought of what the fairy aunt said that day.
It was at this time that the bell in the temple rang three times.
My mother had always believed in the fortune-telling ability of the old host. At this time, she could only be described as more respectful. My mother took the brocade bag handed over by the little monk without doubt.
Seeing all this, my heart was full of joy, thinking that the more my mother believed, the better it would be for me.
The brocade bag was a bit retro, and there were some ancient patterns printed on it, which added to the mystery of the brocade bag. It can be seen that there was a folded paper inside. My mother took the brocade bag and wanted to open it to see.
But she was stopped by the little monk.
“Master also told me that it is not appropriate to open it now.”
“Then when?”
The little monk answered calmly: “The full moon, the cloudy and sunny, the ups and downs of the world, all these are the prelude.”
He also pretended to imitate his master and pointed to the sky: “Wait until the moon rises in the west window, it will be appropriate, very good.”
My mother ignored the little monk’s ambiguous words, but she understood the last sentence. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there will be a moon on August 15.
“What else did your master say?”
“The immortals fall into the mortal world, and the demons travel in the sky. Their fates are all determined. It is better to go with the wind.”
Before he finished speaking, my mother put away the brocade bag and took my hand and walked out. Although the little monk was very into the play, it would be annoying to listen to it too much.
After leaving the temple, my mother seemed to have gotten rid of a worry. She felt better and her smile was particularly charming.
The way down the mountain was not so difficult, but I still held my mother’s hand and talked and laughed with her from time to time, which attracted the envy of passers-by.
At the foot of the mountain, I passed by a camellia field. Large patches of camellia flowers were everywhere, colorful and beautiful. The blooming flowers exuded a faint fragrance just like my beautiful mother at this moment.
I bent down to pick a flower, then carefully supported my mother’s waist and inserted the flower into her hair.
Then I stretched my head to my mother’s hair, feeling her flowing hair and hair fragrance. My little action caused my mother to giggle, and her laughter was so sweet.
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