Chapter 91 Night Tour

The love with her son made Zhao Ying feel like she was back to that young age, like a man and a woman in deep love. Not seeing each other for a day is like a three-year-old autumn. This sentence is the most appropriate, that is, she hasn't seen Guo Ye in two days. Zhao Ying's mind was full of his figure in the past two days. The showdown with her husband made her feel chaotic, which made her miss her son Guo Ye even more. She just wanted him to come back soon, even if she just stayed by her and hugged her, it would be good.

Last night, my son called and said he would be back this afternoon. Zhao Ying got up early and started to clean up her so that her son could come back and see her most beautiful side. Sitting in the office, she recalled the little things before having sex with her son, from her son's rudeness, seduction, and invasion, and from her initial resistance, fantasy, slowly accepting, and then rejecting her son to fully accepting her son until she fell in love. She thought about various scenes of her love and lingering. Whenever she thought of these, Zhao Ying was more happy. These scenes appeared in front of her like lightning. When she came to her senses, her lower body was already a little wet.

If it weren't for that accident, if the husband was not only caring about his business, if he hadn't had unrealistic fantasies about his son because of loneliness, the chances of the son and himself having such a relationship would be much smaller, and it would not even be possible. Even if a taboo collision occurs, the taboo mother-son relationship will not last. Only by constantly getting along and colliding can the spark of love be truly lasting.

My son stayed in the city on purpose, so he must have planned it, this little villain.Zhao Ying guessed foolishly again, stroked her hot cheeks with her own will, and murmured to herself that if it weren't for her, with her son's grades, she could have been admitted to a better school in other provinces. Staying by her side is for her. This little villain really loves beauty but not the country. Thinking of the word beauty, Zhao Ying couldn't help but smile shyly.

Because of her son Guo Ye's obsession with her, Zhao Ying became more and more confident. She always admired her figure in the mirror when taking a bath and dressing these days. Her fair skin, round breasts, slender waist, plump and fat buttocks, slightly raised belly and fat abalone that bulged between her legs. Plus her two long and round legs made her quite narcissistic. When she didn't have a man to appreciate her before, she didn't care much about her body. Now she has her beloved little man pampered, loved, cared about, and cared about her.

Before he got off work, Zhao Ying explained that she left the school and wanted to buy vegetables and cook for her son. However, Guo Ye did not arrive at the school until 4:30 pm, and then gathered to speak again. They did not part at five o'clock. When Guo Ye ran home, he saw two cars at the door, one was a new car bought by his mother and the other with a license plate in another place. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his father, who had not seen for a long time, smoking a cigarette.

Dad, are you back?Guo Ye put down his backpack and greeted him, then looked around: Where is mom?

She is in the kitchen.Lao Guo put down his cigarette, but he didn't leave because he really wanted to have a good chat with his son, care about him, and remedy the responsibilities he had not fulfilled before, but he didn't know where to start.

I'll go see her!Guo Ye ran to the kitchen. After not seeing each other for two days, his mother Zhao Ying seemed to be more watery and plump. She was wearing a light blue chiffon shirt with a flower collar, an apron tied around her waist, and a skirt on her lower body was a narrow skirt that was now popular. She tightly wrapped around her round and plump buttocks, her slender legs were wrapped in a pair of black stockings, and a pair of high heels on her feet.

Mom, I miss you so much!Before she could take a closer look, Guo Ye couldn't wait to hug her mother's soft body from behind, and kissed her face and neck constantly.

Well... I'm not honest when I come back!Zhao Ying only heard that as soon as the kitchen door opened and closed, she was hugged by Guo Ye and it stiffened slightly. Zhao Ying half-closed her eyes softly in her son's arms, ending his touch and kissing, and leaning her head and sticking out her delicate and soft little tongue, allowing Guo Ye to kiss and suck.

Gradually, the mother and son kissed each other eagerly, and they separated panting until the longing in their hearts faded. Guo Ye looked at the mother in his arms as shy as a little woman, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva: When will Dad come back? Why didn't you tell me?

He came back last night, and I was afraid that you wouldn't say anything.Zhao Ying turned around and stir-fryed the dishes in the pan, otherwise she would have to be a fool.

Then you... Guo Ye stroked his mother's smooth stockings and fleshy buttocks with one hand, and felt the softness and plumpness of her breasts on the other hand. His lower body was already swollen like an iron rod.

Why, jealous?Have you ever thought about your mother when you linger with other women?Zhao Ying was jealous and acted coquettishly. When she saw her son’s embarrassing expression, she smiled faintly: No, we slept in separate rooms last night!

Are you quarreling?Guo Ye said in surprise that in his impression, his parents rarely sleep in separate rooms, and of course there are reasons why the house is just two bedrooms.

Well... Zhao Ying responded lightly, turned around and pushed his shoulder with a smile: You go and accompany your dad first, and I will tell you later, I can't concentrate when you are here.

Guo Ye returned to the living room and looked at his father much haggard than last time he met. He felt a little distressed and guilty. He sat down next to his father and looked at the ashtray on the coffee table: Dad, is it not going well for the work in the county to smoke so much?

No, that's pretty good over there...Where is your company?Is it done... Old Guo actually knows the situation. He just looks for topics to talk about. I remember that he and his son rarely chat, so he only talks more after this summer.

After the installation, the flagship store will be open normally in December... Guo Ye half-lying on the sofa and chatted with his father, but he didn't ask about his father's quarrel. As the two chatted, they talked about the past.

Lao Guo said with a nostalgic expression that he knew about his son's past. At this moment, he deeply felt his dereliction of duty as a father, but many emotions cannot be compensated. Just like the father and son are chatting now, he wants to get close, but he always feels at a loss.

During the meal, Lao Guo sat at the dinner table and looked at his wife, 36-year-old Zhao Ying. Compared to yesterday's seriousness and indifference, she seemed to have come back to life. At this time, her skin was white and tender, and she emitted a healthy luster. She had a pink cheek and a pair of standard almond eyes. There was a faint mist in her eyes, as if she was bent with a pool of autumn water and a faint eyebrows. Her hair was tied behind her head, and she was paired with a close-fitting skirt. She looked like a shrewd and capable strong woman.

The tall figure of 1.72 meters gives people the feeling of being slender and beautiful. She is wearing a black gauze short skirt and a light blue chiffon lace long shirt. Her plump and firm breasts under the thin clothes tremble gently with the movement of her bent over. The round buttocks under the short skirt are raised upwards with a full and attractive arc. Her slender and well-proportioned legs are wearing black stockings, making the two beautiful legs look longer and rounder. A pair of black high-heeled leather shoes are small and exquisite, with a mature charm and twisted waist, which makes her feel a sense of panic.

At this moment, Lao Guo realized that his wife, like himself, cannot live without leaving her son, and perhaps this is also a bond that many families can maintain.

At the dinner table, Guo Ye looked at his parents' alienation and smiled and said: Mom and Dad, we haven't gone out to play together for a long time. Why don't we go for a walk together to West Lake after dinner?

Lao Guo and Zhao Ying naturally would not refuse at this time. After dinner, Guo Ye helped to clean up the dishes. Lao Guo drove the mother and son towards West Lake in a car. Guo Ye and Zhao Ying sat in the back row, and their bodies were tied together as the car bumped.

Guo Ye wanted to make up for his parents' relationship, but he couldn't stand the charming smell of flesh that kept coming from his mother. His eyes were aiming at the gap in his chest and his delicate mercerized legs from time to time. The plump breasts on her chest pushed a gap between the buttons in the front of her shirt. Through the gap, he saw the faint cleavage and the lace lace of the white bra. The black tight skirt was the kind of mercerized fabric, and the black silk pantyhose reflected his slender legs, which was so tempting that Guo Ye wanted to reach his hand into his mother's short skirt and touch the smooth and fleshy long legs.

Zhao Ying found that her son's hands were placed irregularly on her thighs, and she poked them there in a very concise manner. She took his hand down and touched it again after a while. Zhao Ying shyly put her long hair on her head with her hands, and looked at Lao Guo in the front row with her eyes alertly. Then, she twisted her waist lightly. The slender legs together changed the tilt direction, spread out her legs, and looked at Guo Ye in a more slutty posture.

Zhao Ying wore a tight narrow skirt, and black stockings were put on her feet, which was full of femininity, which made Guo Ye's face flush. He was swaying for a moment. He sat up straight and his chest and sat more upright. One hand crawled deeper into her skirt along the smooth stockings. His touch gradually made Zhao Ying feel. Her body trembled slightly, and her eyes shone brightly, and filled with the tenderness of love.

As the night fell, all the scenes outside became gray. Old Guo drove the car and continued to drive lightning on the road at night. Only the lights on the opposite side were blinding when he was in the car. There was a quiet atmosphere in the car. He didn't know that his son Guo Ye's hand was quietly crawling into his wife Zhao Ying's skirt, but this time he was even more unrestrained and blatant.

Her husband was right in front, but he was played with by his son like this. Zhao Ying's heartbeats to his throat. She pressed her hand over and looked at him and shook her head. However, as soon as Guo Ye's hand touched her smooth and plump skin, his hand was like a live fish placed on a meat table, waving her head and tail, jumping around, and she couldn't hold it down.

Guo Ye looked at his mother with his shiny and bright eyes, as if he was begging me to touch it, but Zhao Ying leaned her head on his shoulder with a blushed face, which looked very girlish and shy. However, her eyes were filled with spring, which was a debauchery look full of temptation. At this time, Zhao Ying was silently releasing the magnetic waves of temptation to him with her body very quiet.

Guo Ye's breathing was a little rapid. He boldly held up one of his mother Zhao Ying's legs and put it on his thighs. Her tight skirt suddenly shrank, and her thighs were so shiny that it was a bit dazzling. Her soles were quietly lying in his arms. Through the stockings, you could see that her feet were so white and beautiful, and her toenails were painted bright red. In his eyes, it seemed like a work of finely carved ivory. Guo Ye was so tired of touching her ankles and insteps, and even lingered on her beautiful toes.

Guo Ye's behavior was something that Zhao Ying did not expect. She was a little surprised at the first moment, but after a moment, she accepted her son's obsession with her feet. Her feet, which had never been played with, moved itchy and sensitively. Her toes were bouncing uneasyly in his arms. She felt that part of them swelling like crazy, so her toes pressed against her son's penis even harder and were using silk.The socks were rubbing freely there, turning their faces to look at the place. She found that his thing had already become congested and became unprecedentedly thick, and was firmly erected on his pants. Zhao Ying's eyes slipped into it. His pants could not bind the swollen thing at all. Half of the glans had stretched out, purple and red and smooth as satin. She felt that she was shameful and obscene, but she couldn't control her eyes. At the same time, her heart was so refreshed that she was about to moan.

Guo Ye's hand had shifted from her feet, putting her legs on her thighs, and pushing her hand along her knees to her thighs. She twisted her thighs, and her body kept sending signals to him. These signals made Guo Ye clearly understand that they were sent out by hoping to have a deeper and closer contact.

The hand suddenly touched the base of her thighs as if she was encouraged, covering the wet lace panties under her lower abdomen. He couldn't help but close his eyes and fell into a confused imagination.

Lao Guo saw the darkness behind in the rearview mirror, and could only vaguely see his wife leaning against his son, resting her head on his shoulder. He lamented in his heart that the relationship between his wife and son was really good. If he divorced, he would choose to go with his wife!

Zhao Ying's two petals of fleshy lips were plump and moist. Guo Ye pulled his fingertips into the gap between his mother. He peeled off his underwear and could feel a trickle of flowing out of the depths of his body. His hands were excitedly digging from her like digging for treasures. Finally, he quietly inserted his middle finger into her bloody and swollen fleshy lips, and rubbed happily. A burst of pleasure suddenly flooded her like a surging undercurrent.

Zhao Ying's lips opened and closed in the tide. Her lower body was sucking and sucking, and a stream of hot liquid emerged from the depths of her uterus in an instant. Her son used such a suffocating method to make her fly into the sky. Every time he used force, her body leaned forward, and finally raised her butt, causing his fingers to thrust roughly inside her.

arrive!The car quickly arrived at West Lake. Lao Guo asked the car to park at a fast food restaurant on the side of the road. When he got off the car, Zhao Ying quickly straightened the hem of her skirt. She found that the skirt behind her butt was wet.

Mom, help me get my coat!Guo Ye took off his sportswear jacket and tied it to his mother's waist.

The weather is a little cold, what can you do?Lao Guo walked in front and turned around and said.

It gets hot when I get there!...Is it Ah's mother?After Guo Ye tied it up, he slapped his mother's buttocks with a wicked smile.

Hangzhou, a tourist city, even in 1994, there were many tourists in West Lake. The lights were dim and the lake was shining. There were many shadows of cruise ships in the middle of the lake, reflected on the lake, and there were many stalls along the road. It was really warm to walk by the lake for a moment. Zhao Ying held her son's hand, and the breeze blew towards her. She felt a chill in her skirt.

Before long, Lao Guo could not move at a Go stall. Guo Ye looked around and pointed to a small dock where the boat was rented and said: Dad... Let's go row the boat, right?

Old Guo hesitated, looked at the chessboard and was a little reluctant: You go and paddle, come here to find me later!

Let's go!Mom will accompany you.Guo Ye wanted to persuade him again, Zhao Ying took his hand, and after that, Zhao Ying held his son's hand and walked towards the small dock where the boat was rented, leaving a group of people staring at the backs of the mother and son. A vulgar middle-aged man looked at Lao Guo and then at the backs of the mother and son. He felt that Lao Guo was really in a blessing and did not know how to be blessed. He looked at Zhao Ying's back and felt a little hot all over. Zhao Ying was nakedly sticking out her butt, snow-white butt, black shiny pubic hair, pink and wet vagina, and slightly opened labia. The middle-aged hand couldn't help but hold her bulging lower body.