Chapter 1

After a quick meal on the roadside, I went straight home without stopping. My heart was full of expectations, and there was a great plan that made me excited waiting for me to implement. Like a burning flame, it drove me to join it impatiently.

At seven o’clock in the evening, my mother came back. She should have chosen to walk home after get off work. In order to walk more comfortably, she changed into a set of sportswear in the office: a thoughtful sports T-shirt, a pair of casual trousers and slim and wear-resistant sports shoes. Such clothes not only make her move more freely, but also make the whole person relaxed and comfortable.

My mother’s face, which was a little flushed because of exercise, was particularly beautiful, and her towering breasts were slightly ups and downs. I hurriedly welcomed my mother in.

My mother took off her shoes and walked into the house gently. Perhaps for convenience, she was still wearing the pair of over-the-knee black stockings she wore during the day, which made her slender legs look more slender, both casual and with a hint of lazy elegance.

I took out a pair of slippers and placed them at my mother’s feet. The fragrance on her body, mixed with a faint smell of sweat, made me very excited.

After changing into slippers, my mother sat gently on the sofa, leaning slightly to the side, relaxing comfortably, as if she wanted to temporarily get rid of the fatigue of the day. Her posture was natural and elegant, her eyes gently swept across the living room, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

“Thank you, son, you know how to feel sorry for your mother.” My mother saw me bring her slippers and looked at me with a smile.

“Because my mother is the best to me.” I leaned over from behind the sofa and hugged my mother’s neck like a spoiled child, my palm fell on the collarbone above her T-shirt, my cheek rubbed against her face, and then let go.

My mother stiffened, and then leaned softly on the sofa. My mother felt a little uncomfortable with my enthusiasm. She lifted her hair and glared at me like a reproach.

I made a face at my mother and ran to the kitchen to get a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice: “Mom, you’ve worked hard all day, this glass of orange juice is specially prepared for you.”

“My son is so considerate,” my mother praised me after taking the orange juice she liked.

Because of thirst, my mother drank most of the drink directly. I sat down next to my mother, and my mother frowned slightly, but didn’t say anything. The two of them talked about some interesting things that happened recently. Mom is actually quite lonely. Dad is rarely at home, so her life is sometimes boring.

While resisting close contact with her son, my mother also enjoyed it a little, with an unspeakable forbidden pleasure.

Under the guidance of this demon, the final outcome is that this simple woman completely fell into my clutches and fell into the abyss of desire.

I added some drugs to the drink that my mother drank. After taking it, people will feel weak all over and have a certain aphrodisiac effect, but they will not make people comatose.

After more than ten minutes, the effect of the medicine had already taken effect. Mom squinted her eyes, leaned against me, and rested her head on my shoulder. Her breathing became heavier, her breath was like orchid, her body twisted slightly, her legs were tightly together, and she rubbed unconsciously. I pretended to know nothing and sat there motionless.