Want Revenge？then Be Reborn as the Son of Your Enemy
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 9: Jealousy
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 9: Jealousy - The mother was teased continuously, and the latent desires of the middle-aged woman were aroused little by little, but she didn't know that all this was secretly planned by her son... In the dark night, when her desire was rising, she didn't notice that her son's greedy eyes were staring at her...
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
In the morning, just after the sun rose, I woke up from a deep sleep. As usual, my cock was erect, pushing up the sheets like a tent. Thinking of the half-naked exquisite figure of my mother that I had peeped at yesterday afternoon, my lust became more and more intense, so much so that I couldn’t get up for a long time!
“Mom, I want you so much ... I really want to go to bed with you right now and lick every inch of your skin...”
But imagination is imagination, and reality is still reality! I sighed, tried to restrain my lust, put on my clothes listlessly, washed up in the bathroom, and went to the hall to prepare breakfast.
Just after I made the milk, I suddenly heard the sound of pots and pans colliding in the kitchen, and then I smelled the fragrance of preserved egg and lean meat porridge!
Huh? Is my mother making breakfast? Strange, why did she get up so early today? In my impression, she usually gets up half an hour later!
I quietly walked forward and looked around, and I saw my mother’s familiar figure busy in the kitchen.
She was wearing a loose pajamas, her hair was hanging on her shoulders, and her face was not made up. The freshness and purity of her bare face, and her slightly lazy and moving demeanor, formed a unique charm that deeply attracted my attention!
My mother didn’t notice me standing behind her, and she was just flipping the dishes in the pot. She was obviously in a good mood, humming a little tune, and her plump body was shaking slightly as she waved the spatula in her hand.
Although the long pajamas covered my mother’s attractive curves, just staring at her crystal clear legs was enough to make me excited and erect...
After the dishes were cooked, my mother turned off the gas and put the dishes on the plate. Then she opened the lid of the rice cooker and stirred the cooked salty porridge with a wooden spoon ... As she stirred, she remembered something in her heart, her expression suddenly became a little strange, and a layer of hazy light flashed in her eyes...
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