Chapter 4

The ancients said that food and sex are human nature.

Xunzi said that human nature is evil.

Mom Abigail has been very distressed recently. She was distorted by hypnosis and kept thinking: (Abigail, Abigail, what’s wrong with you? Although you were discovered, how could you shamelessly acquiesce to your son doing that in order to keep a secret?) When she thought about letting her son ejaculate in front of her without knowing what was going on, and her two white legs were covered with white sperm balls, her heart trembled wildly.

(How could she do such a shameful thing? And she even took off her stockings in front of her son to help him clean up! It’s over ... It’s over ... If anyone knows this, I will be ashamed to live! By the way, after he left that day, I seemed to have kept the pair of stockings full of shameful things in my mouth. What was I thinking at that time? Oh my god, I can’t think about it anymore, I have to keep this secret! Something that originally felt disgusting suddenly felt that the salty and strange taste was so delicious? It’s over ... It’s over ... I must be going crazy ... No, I must stop this relationship ... I can’t go on ... Well, Abigail, come on! Don’t lose to yourself... )

Although she always reviewed herself during the day, she unconsciously dressed herself up carefully during class, with delicate light makeup, stockings, and tight skirts that she changed every day.

The mother who exudes amazing charm all the time makes the boys in the school shout that they can’t stand it.

My mother also peeked at me more and more boldly under the hint. Whenever I said I had questions or didn’t understand, she would take me to her dormitory. After some training, I saw that the pair of stockings that had been ejaculated were still held in the hands of my mother with a springy face and tasted them carefully like delicious food.

At night, my mother would touch the pair of stockings that still had a strong smell of sperm, and then she couldn’t help but close her eyes and start masturbating. Every time, she couldn’t reach orgasm for some reason. After tossing in bed for most of the night, my mother didn’t dare to look at me with a guilty look the next day. Every time we met face to face, my mother would turn her pretty face away at the first time, pretending to be cold and finding fault with me and asking me to keep a secret.

And I just smiled and slowly made the next plan.

Finally, my father called and said he was going home.

After school, I followed my mother, who had dressed up for me and looked amorous, and walked into the house awkwardly under my bold gaze. My mother was dressed very beautifully, with a white suit and a narrow skirt over the knee. Her straight and slender legs were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings with some luster. A pair of white high-heeled shoes made my mother, who was already nearly 175 cm tall, look even taller. Her hair was not tied behind her head as usual, but was straightened and slightly bent at the ends and draped over her shoulders, full of temptation in her charm.

My father had returned home at some point, cooked a table full of dishes and brought out a bottle of good wine.

He didn’t know what I had done, but was happy to pull me to drink with him, and even my mother poured a full glass.

After drinking a few glasses together, my mother, who was not good at drinking, had a red face. Under the influence of alcohol, she became more charming. She lay softly on the table, and a hint of amorous feelings rippled in her watery eyes.

“Dad,” I poured a glass of wine for my father, raised the glass and smiled, “You must have worked hard outside, come, I’ll toast you a glass!”

“Okay, I’ll see how much you can drink!” My father laughed and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

“I don’t know how much you can drink, but you must be the first to drink today.”

“You’re bragging!”

“No,” I smiled, “Don’t you feel dizzy?”

“How can I--um...” My father suddenly held his forehead and was about to fall. I smiled and walked over, pressed his shoulders and pressed him on the table.

My father, who was already confused, naturally couldn’t resist. He lay on the table and couldn’t move. He was shocked and angry, “What ... did you do...!” I laughed, took out a pocket watch, and put it in front of my father.

...

For a long time. “Mom, do you think we should go and rest for a while?”

My pretty face flushed as my mother whispered, “ ... go ... rest in the bedroom ... it’s full of alcohol here ... it’s so uncomfortable...” My mother, who was in a trance and could not stand steadily, walked into the bedroom with my support and locked the door.

My mother, who was staggering, was supported by me on the sofa. My mother, who was not good at drinking, fell softly on the backrest and grabbed a pillow casually. She was drowsy and looked a little confused. I unbuttoned my shirt.

“ ... you...” My mother, who was in a coma, tried to close her eyes, but suddenly saw me with my upper body exposed, smiling at her.

The strong body full of masculine breath mixed with the smell of alcohol made my mother even more flustered. I keenly noticed her abnormality.

I smiled and asked, “Mom, am I very strong?”

“ ... well ... very strong...” My mother dodged my burning gaze.

“Does mom want to touch it?”

“ ... Hmm? No ... No...” Mom couldn’t help glancing at my firm chest muscles.

“Come, touch it!” I gently pinched one of mom’s jade hands and put it on my chest.

“ ... It’s so hot...” Mom didn’t realize how shameful her behavior was. She was confused on her struggling face and gradually became coquettish.

As if sleepwalking, mom stroked the angular chest muscles and murmured obsessively: “It’s really strong ... hard ... hot...”

“Mom, do you like it?” I whispered seductively.

“I like it ... I really like it...” Mom answered without any defense.

“Do you want to kiss it?” I tempted again. Mom really came up to me slowly, and put her soft lips on my chest, “Hmm ... so hot ... so firm...” The dazed mom gently kissed my chest with her lips that were fantasized by countless men, and kept making “suck”, “suck” sounds that made me lustful, and propped up a high tent under my crotch.

“Oh, it’s great! Come on, mom, be good ... kiss a little bit more below...” I stroked my mother’s soft long hair and said, and my mother agreed softly without any guard, and her soft and sweet lips began to move towards the six strong abdominal muscles formed by long-term exercise.

Mom completely lost the dignity of a teacher and the majesty of a mother. Her beautiful eyes were full of admiration and obsession, and she kept kissing my strong body left and right.

When my mother was kissing me carefully as if I were treating a work of art, I suddenly asked, “Haha ... Mom, is the kiss comfortable?”

“Suck ... Suck ... Hmm ... Hmm...” Mom responded vaguely while kissing her firm abdominal muscles.

“But it’s wrong for mom to kiss her son like this?” Mom seemed to have regained some of her sanity, and her breathing froze.

She finally remembered her identity, my identity in front of her.

“Only lovers can kiss, right?” I continued to seduce like a devil.

“I ... I...”

“So if mom wants to continue kissing me like this, you must be my lover...” I guided my mother with a smile.

“Yes ... Yes ... If we are lovers, then we can ... But ... But ... We can never be lovers...” Mom seemed very confused under the dual effects of suggestion and alcohol.

“Why not? It’s just an illicit relationship between mother and son. Don’t worry, as long as we are careful, no one else will find out. Mom just needs to speak her mind. Mom, you like me, right? As long as mom likes me, it doesn’t matter what you do...” I continued to lead the question, but poor mother could not escape the trap I carefully designed.

After hesitating for a long time, my mother gradually fixed her eyes on my strong body and face full of masculine breath. Her heart trembled violently. Finally, my mother made up her mind: “Yes, yes ... I like you!” I smiled and said, “Mom, in fact, I have always liked you ... It’s the kind of love a man has for a woman.”

“This ... this...” The dazed mother’s pretty face slowly flushed with happiness. The delighted mother smiled shyly, and her beautiful eyes curved into a crescent.

I struck while the iron was hot and said, “I have liked you for a long time, so can you kiss me?” Mom blushed: “This ... this is too fast ... Besides ... I...”

“I like my teacher who is full of intelligence, maturity and beauty.” My mother’s heart beat fast after I confessed to her. After hesitating for a long time, she made up her mind and said with spring in her beautiful eyes: “Well ... well ... but ... you have to close your eyes ... I ... I am shy.” What a shame! You dare to kiss your son and you are still shy! Bitch! Slut! The devilish voice echoed in my mind.