Chapter 76

(I have always wanted to write about my mother’s psychological activities, but I was limited by the choice of the first person. It was really inappropriate to show my mother’s psychological activities, so I never wrote it. This is a summary of the article. Here, in the form of an extra chapter, I sorted out the story from the mother’s perspective.)

Diana looked at her son sleeping beside her, but she couldn’t fall asleep. The image of herself being led like a dog in front of the mirror kept flashing through her mind.

Is this ... really okay? Can I still be a mother in front of my son?

She took out her phone and went to the website, the incest website her son had shown her before. She had saved it secretly, and in the past month, whenever she felt lonely, she couldn’t help but click on it, read the mother-son incest posts, and then comfort herself again and again with the electric dildo that looked like her son’s.

As a university teacher, she certainly knew that this was wrong, but she always felt lonely when it was late at night. When her husband was around, she had someone to chat with, but when her husband was on a business trip, she came home alone after get off work, facing the empty room, as if a piece was missing in her heart, and she always couldn’t help but recall her son’s hot body and rough collision.

She browsed the web page again, wanting to know if she was an exception. However, after reading many cases of mother-son incest, she found that none of them were as vile as her own.

Finally, she turned off her phone unhappily. Why didn’t she refuse?

She couldn’t help but think of the first time...

...

That morning, after getting up, she went to the bathroom to wash up as usual, and then she saw a white mark on her stockings at a glance.

She picked up her stockings with some confusion, and there was a mass of white stuff stuck to the toes of her stockings. As a mother, Diana certainly knew what it was, semen, and it was her son’s semen.

My son has grown up ... Diana’s first reaction was relief. The little boy back then has now grown into a man. I don’t know if he is in a relationship or not. He will go to college in two years and she won’t have to worry about him then. Over the years, she has put all her energy into her son and she will soon be relieved.

However, thinking about how much effort she put in, but her son’s grades were like that, Diana felt a little irritated for a moment. Moreover, this bastard dared to masturbate with my stockings. Fortunately, my husband was on a business trip, otherwise I would have beaten him to death. Moreover, when I was massaging myself last night, my son actually got hard. It seems that I should pay attention to it.

But what should I do now? Tell my son? No, I can’t say that. I can only wait for my husband to come home and remind him tactfully, and let him talk to my son. Adolescence has arrived, and as a mother, I can only avoid suspicion and pack my clothes better in the future.