Chapter 102

The iron pot was sizzling, and my father’s figure was a little hazy in the smoke. My mother and I leaned weakly against the wall. My mother’s beautiful eyes were rippling with moisture. She gasped, stretched out her slender jade fingers, and pulled the white silk panties out from between her red lips. The crimson lipstick print on the panties looked so dazzling against the whiteness.

Holding the panties in her hand, she licked her lips and took a deep breath, as if to calm the crazy desire in her heart. Then she whispered in my ear: “You little bastard, you are so brave.”

My mother’s voice was gentle and charming, like tickling my itch. I licked her fair neck gently, smelled the faint smell of sweat and body fragrance on her body, and then said, “Why, you don’t like it?”

Mom hadn’t recovered from the orgasm yet. The tingling and wet feeling on her neck made her tremble again. She licked my earlobe like a kitten, and then she whispered in a voice that seemed to be able to draw silk: “What do you think~~”

I chuckled and pulled my mother into the study. I wiped her wet lower body with a tissue, and then lowered the hem of her wedding dress. I was really afraid that the wedding dress would get dirty, as it was a symbol of my mother’s purity and innocence.

“Mom, I’ve cleaned it up for you, so you should help me clean it up too.” The wet cock floated in the air with the wind.

My mother rolled her eyes at me, bent down, and took my limp cock into her mouth. She carefully used her mouth to clean the vaginal fluid and semen on it, but inevitably left lipstick marks on the cock.

After licking all the dripping juice from my scrotum into her mouth, my mother closed her red lips and swallowed the filth in her mouth, then stood up and looked at me: “Pack up and get out quickly, I’ll go put on my underwear.”

“Don’t forget the vibrator~” I put on my pants, and my cock was about to rise again under my mother’s licking.

My mother gave me a charming look, then turned away gracefully.

After cleaning up the mess, dinner was almost ready. My mother and I praised my father’s dinner. It was mainly because I felt relieved and didn’t care much about the food.

There was a blush on my mother’s face, making her look even more beautiful. Holding a glass of red wine, she watched with interest as my father, who was in high spirits, told me the story of his business trip.

My mother and I both drank red wine. My father didn’t have much of a taste for red wine, so he naturally drank white wine. Of course, on this beautiful day, he didn’t plan to drink too much.