Chapter 6

The Van der Waaler's neighbor, the Gassan, is a young former Paris fashionista. The couple has no children. They came to the village of Grimo about ten years ago and settled down, inheriting the spacious villa they currently live in with an elderly aunt.

The big garden between the two families lives next to each other. Mai Mai has developed a way of working from the depths of his own garden to peek at the next door's male owner, Mr. Charles, who is a professional physiotherapy massage beautician.

When he is treating his clients and patients to provide services to customers, Mai Mai can often peek at this process and feast his eyes.

In fact, the ground floor of the villa is a space for activity reserved to take care of the couple's career.

The beauty salon occupied three rooms, and the fourth room was used as a hair salon by Charles' wife Cathy.

Cathy practiced the cutting of the latest fashionable hairstyles carefully and modestly, as the radical and bold styles of Paris and Saint-Tropez needed a period of cultivation and popularity to adapt to the needs of the locals.

In fact, the main income of the Gassan couple mainly comes from the peak season, and most of the revenue from the turnover is completed in the summer.

In addition to receiving customers from hair salons, Cathy often drives her worn small 4CV to customers' homes to do hairstyles.

She often drove back and forth between the mountains and the uneven roads of Volks in her car that could be scrapped at any time.

It is precisely because she often runs around and goes out that her husband Charles' customers rarely have the chance to see her while receiving massage treatments in a beauty salon.

The Gassan's villa is built on a hillside, just below the Van der Waal's home, so the former garden hangs like a balcony over the neighbor's garden and the windows on the first floor.

Therefore, the van der Waaler's courtyard is located above the Gassan's house, overlooking their home courtyard and first-floor windows like a balcony.

As a child, Mai Mai noticed this detail early on, and he created a small hole in the hedge of thick thorny thorns that he could peek at what happened on the first floor of his neighbor without being discovered.

Also because of these dense vegetation as a natural protective barrier, many of Charles' female clients (by the way, these people do not pay special attention to the minimum constraints of morality on a person. They have long been used to taking naked baths in Pan Perron) took off their clothes without shyly in front of the open window, changed into the simplest and loose physiotherapy clothes, or simply walked over naked, lying on the treatment bed for care or being exposed to ultraviolet lights.

And less than three meters away, hidden in a small corner with dense vegetation, a little boy watching was rubbing his wide eyes and peeking while masturbating.

What excited Mai Mai the most was seeing Charles do massages for his female client.

He was amazed at the shameless filthy of his physiotherapist's evil hands wandering on the hips and breasts of these beautiful, tanned upper class ladies, and listened to the vague worldly conversations with these dirty massages.

As a child, Mai Mai was surprised to see these women stripped naked in front of their physiotherapist, slit their thighs as if they were animal-shamed, and when he waxed them hair and exposed their sexual organs to his sight.

In other words, Charles will remove the pubic hair around the vulva cleft of these women.

Sometimes, massage and conversations will suddenly stop and after a moment of silence, the physiotherapist will suddenly walk to the window and suddenly pull up the curtains.

Although Mai Mai, who was still a child at that time, did not understand very well, he also had a confused premonition of what might happen next.

Sure enough, he soon heard the woman moaning and answered his question quite clearly.

Then after a while, Mai Mai could see the dressed female customers returning to the garden courtyard on one side of the villa's street to the lower street, their cars often parked next to the street, and the flattering physiotherapist politely and diligently sent her to her car.

Every time Charles, whether with his wife as a escort or alone, comes at night as a neighbor, savoring Pasti or drinking coffee after meals while chatting, Maimai's commander father always laughs at his neighbor's profession from time to time, using it as a pastime for entertainment.

The old guy believes that wasting time on exploring a woman's body is not a very masculine and healthy profession, but also a manifestation of lack of masculinity.

I admire you very much, of course I admire you, the commander's father joked almost sarcastically, but I can't do it no matter what.What if she doesn’t care about her, a beauty is a beauty... If she took off all her clothes in front of me... I will definitely fuck her hard, so I admire your perseverance and willpower even more!At this time, Charles often smiled slightly with his inherent self-deprecating expression and shameless traits. He never explained or said anything more, allowing the old man to continue to develop this topic.

Mai Mai did not often agree with his father's point of view, but in his opinion on this matter, he was quite surprised that his thoughts were consistent with his father.

But as Maime grew older, he recalled the curtains when Charles pulled on the curtains, and he realized that the lady physiotherapist was not always content to slap their buttocks or touch their firm breasts.

Charles's self-deprecating smile that his father privately told his mother, or simply had other more complex meanings.

It has to be said that Charles and his wife are very smart and likable friendly neighbors, always helpful, and despite the commander's vulgar jokes from time to time, the two couples' neighborhoods get along quite well.

So, in the hot summer, there are two or three nights a week, Charles will casually visit and sit on the balcony to play ramy cards or some traditional puzzle games that require brainstorming.

Charles is very good at telling stories and is a very funny speaker. He told the Van der Waaler couple a lot of secrets his clients often told him, which made the couple happy, and those ambiguous stories often make people laugh.

Like all the women nearby, Mai Mai's mother, Biya and sister Loreen often go to Charles to treat minor ankle injuries, and of course, there are occasional hair removal and pedicures.

When the commander complained that it was indecent to expose themselves to a man, they retorted that Charles would not be treated as a man in the eyes of these women, because the commander's father himself admitted that Charles was engaged in a career as a woman; he was like a doctor or a pastor.

In addition, if their excuse Charles is too much like a foal wouldn't work, they move out to Cogolin to get his competitors for physiotherapy, which makes the Commander's Dad feel that he has been seriously offended.

Not to mention that this is equivalent to falling into the trap of the devil, you have to drive your private car and dedicate yourself.

And here, because Cogolin's distance is too far away.

And here you just need to go through the fence.

Amid the muttering complaints, the commander's father swallowed his own complaints and blamed him.

In any case, he would always succumb to his beautiful wife's wonderful ideas, or he would have to give in to his wife's willfulness.

The Van der Waals family had just left the table for dinner and Maria was packing the cutlery, and the physiotherapist and his wife were invited to have coffee.

At this moment, Mai Mai was still confused by the experience he and his mother had in his room not long ago. He stayed with them for a while, listening to Charles' anecdotes absent-mindedly, who had actually known these repetitive anecdotes, and Charles' joke about a fat woman who came regularly for a waist and lower abdomen massages every Thursday because she had terrible spasms, and only Charles could soothe her terrible spasms.

Cathy listened, smiling like everyone else, but Mai felt a hint of embarrassment and timidity in her smile.

Charles has brown hair and a long figure, but his dark skin makes him look skinny and muscle-free, which looks quite like a classical male dancer; his head is small, his distinctive facial features give people a sharp feeling, and his movements are quick and playful, making him look like a light bird.

The most distinctive thing about Charles is his hand, which is a very expressive long palm, waving as he speaks, like an Italian.

But when he doesn't laugh or joke (actually quite rare), the gloomy gaze in his black eyes shows a strong emotional color that is extremely attractive, which makes Mai Mai curious.

After talking about the fat woman, Charles told some other anecdotes, all of which were equally bad obscene content.

The commander's father had a good impression of these things and liked them very much, which must have made him feel hot.

Obviously these stories can inspire the old man's desire.

Mai Mai noticed that after the physiotherapist came to visit, if the physiotherapist was particularly talkative and returned home that day, he had a high chance of hearing the moan of his mother Biya that night.

The rogue behaviors that Charles mentioned must have stimulated his father's senses.

He wondered if a similar plot would happen tonight (did he start to be jealous of his dad?).

Then, Charles suddenly changed the subject and asked the adults in a casual tone if there was any news about the Big Grasshopper (the way Charles called Maime's sister Lorene).

Taking advantage of the change in the atmosphere of the conversation, Mai Mai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved.

However, the excessive randomness shown by the physiotherapist during the inquiry aroused Mai's alertness.

Has Charles himself put forward such a topic carefully considered but lightly?

This thought was very hidden, and it flew past Maimai's mind like a bird; suddenly, Maimai strongly realized that he had never thought until tonight that there might be any connection between his sister and the physiotherapist.

Eighteen-year-old Lorene, although she may be too slim, is still charming and beautiful.

Her appearance looks like her mother, or at least compared to Biya's beauty, mother and daughter have different advantages and are hard to distinguish.

Therefore, it is inevitable that Lorraine is favored by men.

While she and her female friends were playing ball and walking in the square, the men in the village would even stop and watch, following her graceful figure, scanning the parts of her naked skin, such as her white slender waist.

Mai Mai's curiosity was completely aroused. He looked at the physiotherapist with a new look and regretfully concluded that despite his sleek, eloquent and obscene jokes, he still had to admit that he had a unique attraction.

So, although my sister Lorraine has actually been engaged to Xavier, a student officer, the son of a retired general, as the commander's father firmly believed, he is a very smart boy and must have a bright future, but what can this stop?

Regarding this sister, Lorraine, he thought she knew much better than the commander's father. She was indeed a very beautiful and graceful girl, but her temperament had a deep-rooted tendency to degenerate.

Mai Mai could feel some distorted trait hidden deep in his heart.

Mai Mai's mood became very bad when he thought that his sister would be back in a few days.

Because he knew that once Lorraine came home, he and his mother would not be able to easily find the opportunity to be alone, because her sister Lorraine was a girl who was good at observing words and expressions and was quick-witted.

So he stood up depressedly and walked back to his room with a rather frustration.

He lay naked on the bed, covered in sheets casually, waiting for his mother to arrive as promised, giving him a night of affectionate hug as promised.

Mom Biya came upstairs almost immediately.

Her face was flushed, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be sneering at a joke from Charles, who could still hear the exaggerated voice downstairs through the window.

But as soon as he entered the bedroom, Biya's eyes darkened, becoming gloomy and complicated, showing embarrassment and embarrassment.

Why do you look so melancholy?She really cared about her son, so she asked with great concern.

He did not admit to his mother that he was depressed by the idea that Lorraine was about to return because he knew very well that his mother didn't want what happened between them to be said.

She even pretended to see it all in her eyes as excessive childish behavior caused by heat and nothing.

My little cat, are you a little depressed because you didn’t go on vacation?

She sat down to the edge of the bed and kissed his temple gently.Mai Mai immediately felt his cock become hard, and he could not suppress his hands and grabbed his mother's breasts.

Mai Mai!She sighed, with a reproachful tone.I just came up and said good night...and you are taking advantage of this opportunity...you look at your own behavior!

She was wearing a red Chinese silk nightgown with golden dragon patterns.

Under her nightgown, her breasts were naked.

As she leaned over and kissed him, Mai Mai saw her breasts shaking freely in her nightgown.

He found the button on the small collar of his nightgown and untied it. The collar was pulled to the side. She did not make any moves to stop him, allowing his breasts to roll down, and two purple nipples stood up.

Biya showed an angry and displeased expression, weakly pretending to hide them, but her son grabbed her wrist with a spoiled childish expression.

No, mom, let me hold them!You said they belong to me...I want to give them a hug...

He opened his lips greedily and sucked his nearest nipples, like a baby who was breastfed, grabbed his breasts with one hand and kneaded his soft breasts with his fingers, while his other hand stretched out his nightgown.

He immediately felt his nipples become harder between his lips.

Enough, Mai Mai, stop now... She whispered, "Don't do this, I have to go downstairs back... If I stay for too long, your dad will start to doubt...

Another... Give me the other one... hurry up...

With a helpless sigh, Biya turned her body and exposed her other breast to him.

She lowered her eyes, through the lashes, and as he sucked her breasts greedily and teased her nipples with her tongue, she stared at him like a baby who was breastfed.

Through the window, Charles could be heard imitating one of his female clients with a sharp voice and tone.

Mai Mai's father smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth.

Mai Mai took a step back and saw his big purple nipples standing shamelessly, exposed there without any concealment.

His mother, with rosy cheeks and a slightly open mouth, no longer trying to break free.

Now it's my turn, Maimes whispered, Hurry up...before you go downstairs...

He thumped onto the pillow, ripping off the sheets, revealing his lower abdomen.Between his spread thighs, his penis stood firmly, with the glans at the top half exposed.

Mai Mai!

A gentle blaming and annoyed pout would only make him more excited.He slapped her in the hand, stopping his mother from closing her nightgown.

No, let them be exposed...I want to see their shaking...Touch me, hurry up...see how long I am...

He took his mother's hand and almost forced her to pull her closer to Biya and did not really resist.Her hands tightly covered her son's penis.

Do it...do it for me, mom...or I would have to masturbate alone... that would be too sad...

Biya sighed softly and began to masturbate her son gently, delicately and gently, carefully avoiding irritating her son Maimai's glans.

Even though so much had happened to them in the afternoon, it seemed like a moment of madness in retrospect, Bea still felt a strange embarrassment.

Perhaps because she heard her husband talking to the physiotherapist, she felt a surreal magical feeling, thinking that she was in her son's room, naked with her breasts exposed, masturbating her son.

He tried to grab her breasts again, but his mother turned him coldly.

No… take your hand away and put it on the sheet or I will stop and leave…

She herself could not explain why. She suddenly wanted to keep Mai Mai completely passive, and Mai Mai also accepted the request.

He stopped motionlessly, staring at the hand sliding on his penis, tugging his penis and gently covering it or uncovering the foreskin to reveal the red glans.

Biya was playing the plane for her son with an unusual kindness.

Oh, it's so wonderful, mom.You do better than the girls I know.

She let out a disdainful chuckling.Slowly, she pulled open the foreskin on her stem and exposed the glans part, and then stopped her hand.

It was about to cum, Mai Mai whispered, I felt it was soaring… Stay like this… Grab it!

She obeyed and did as she did, and the violent pulsation made the cock she held active.

She looked at the cum and her eyes widened.

Mai Mai's body was shaking violently. He was lying on the pillow, his arms spread wide.

You dirty and disgusting bad boy!Are you satisfied and happy now?

His mother, Bea, returned to her afternoon tone, and the lewd and dirty whisper made him feel chilled and creepy.

Look at this little pig... he makes it everywhere!Dirty!

She wiped the semen on her son's abdomen and chest with unusual softness.He let himself be tidy up at his mother's mercy and quietly recovered from his breathing.

I hope you can at least have a good night's sleep now.

She regained her voice that fits her mother's identity!

There he pursed his lips angrily and frowned unhappily, as if she was deliberately destroying his pleasure.

He jumped out of the bed and fell behind her as she covered him with a sheet, kissed his forehead, and stood up and walked towards the door.

He quickly pulled her nightgown to her waist and found that her mother was not wearing her panties.

His arms tightly wrapped around his mother's thighs and buried his face between the gullies of her sweaty buttocks, while his nightgown naturally fell off and covered him.

Mai Mai, you idiot!Stop...

She tried to break free from her arms like a tied to her thigh.

She felt her son's tongue crawling between her hip grooves.

He was trying to lick her asshole.

She successfully broke free in a violent struggle.

You are too irrational, Mai Mai, she gasped and complained, if you continue like this, I will not come to hug you again.

He still kneeled on the ground, his hands folded, like a child praying.

Let me give them a kiss... Give each one a kiss, just like that...

She looked really unhappy.There were bursts of laughter coming downstairs, which scared her through the window.She shrugged, turned around, pulled up her nightgown and exposed her butt.

Then hurry up... and go to bed...

Max trembled in ecstasy, rubbing his mother Bea's sexy and charming plump ass while stroking his hands.

He weighed the plump buttocks behind him as if he weighed it, and then spread his hips, like a big pale moon.

He put his lips on his elastic and fleshy buttocks and kissed every piece of his mother's buttocks.

Your butt smells more fragrant than flowers, mom...

Biya shrugged again, letting her bathrobe fall back, tucking her breasts in it, and tying her belt.

Then, she carefully examined her makeup and her long golden hair in the mirror, turned around and left her son's room without looking back, even at a glance.

As soon as she went out, Mai Mai walked to the window, and soon he saw his mother appear from downstairs.He noticed that the physiotherapist had stood up, and so did his wife.

You're leaving, Charles?Biya said in a coquettish tone.Stay for a while, I'm not sleepy yet!

This actress is so amazing!

She was able to change roles quickly, as if she had changed her face in an instant, which was a miracle.

Mai Mai felt a wave of hatred for the hypocrisy of this overly cunning woman's mother.

The masseur sat down again without hesitation, he was a gushing chatterbox, but Cathy went home to sleep.

Tomorrow she must get up early to do a head hairstyle for a client in Ramatur.

The commander quickly followed suit and went back to his room to take a nap.

Only the therapist and Biya were left on the balcony.

Half dreams and half awake, Mai Mai could hear their whispers under the window.

He really can't sleep.

He dozed off from time to time, and then suddenly woke up, feeling his penis, stiff and firm, pulling his belly like a dog tied but still uneasy dog.

He is still full of desire, he still wants it.

...When Mai woke up again, he felt as if he was falling into the endless void. He no longer heard the physiotherapist's whisper, but a vague humming sound.

He got up from the bed and came to the window. His mother was alone, calmly cleaning the table.

He called her softly in a low voice.

She immediately raised her head and stared at him with a tight look.

Haven't you been asleep yet?It’s already midnight, Mai Mai, do you still want to make trouble?You are really unwise!

I can't sleep any more... Let's take a look at me...

No, your dad...

He is sleeping.I could hear his snoring here.

His mother suddenly seemed discouraged and even a little dissatisfied.

She packed up again and picked up the cups again and brought them into the kitchen.

Then she turned off the insect light from inside and the garden fell into darkness.

Mai Mai returned to his bed.

He was sure his mother would not come.

But a few minutes later, the door was pushed open and Mom Biya walked in.

He unscrewed the bedside lamp.

They looked at each other.

Here… Mai Mai said.Come here...

He pulled down the linen sheet, showing his naked chest to his mother.

With a sad sigh, his mother leaned over her son's skinny chest and kissed her son's nipples on his chest.

Then there is another one.

Mom's lips are soft and warm.

Mai Mai pulled the quilt down a little further to reveal his belly button.

Biya knelt down, put her lips on his navel, and licked it gently.

He trembled happily, quietly pushing his mother's face toward his lower abdomen with his hands, while pulling the sheets down with his other hand.

Mai Mai, don’t you feel ashamed!His mother whispered.

Her cheeks were against her son's abdomen and she looked at her erect penis in surprise.Mai Mai gently pushed the back of her neck and her warm lips pressed against his firm cock.

Swallow it... swallow it... swallow it... in your mouth... please...

She clamped her son's penis with her thumb and index finger and lifted his glans out.

Then she moved her cheeks away from her son's abdomen and placed her glans between her lips.

Before she could completely put her son's penis into her mouth, she began to suck.

Mai Mai gasped, twisted her body, murmured and whispered in her mouth to encourage her mother.

Yes...just like that...no...yes...do it again...oh!

Her soft and smooth tongue circling over her son's glans, as if melting a candy.

Be careful, mom!Stop... will spit out...

Biya held her son's penis tightly. This time she gave him a blowjob, she decided to completely suck her son dry without hesitation, leaving all his semen in her mouth.

After the end, she wanted to spit her son's cum into the sink, but Mai Mai grabbed her arm.

No.Swallow it, swallow it all.

He saw his mother grimace reluctantly, then swallowed her saliva, and her expression showed a twisted bitter smile.

You are such a bad boy, Mai Mai.

Kiss one.

No, you are not worthy!

He pulled her towards him and kissed her lips.Her lips were covered with cum.Their tongues touched each other, but she immediately avoided it.

She covered him with the sheets again and kissed him on the forehead.

He knew that the kiss on his forehead meant: I am your mother, Mai Mai.No matter what happens, I am still your mom.He didn't know if he should be happy or regretful about it.

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At around three o'clock in the morning, Mai Mai was awakened by the sound of flushing downstairs.

He unscrewed the bedside lamp and pricked his ears and listened.

The commander's father was snoring, so the sound of water should have been made by my mother.

She often complains about her insomnia when she is upset and in a bad mood.

He began to wonder if it was because he made her nervous.

He himself felt nervous; everything about his life has been overturned in the past few days, and everything has changed drastically.

He put on his underwear and came to the hallway.

Under the moonlight, he walked down the stairs.

He quietly entered Lorene's room on the first floor and walked through his sister's room without making any sound.

A pink light was transmitted from under the crack of the door, and the light source was coming from the bedroom of the parents.

He walked over and looked inside the keyhole.

The commander's father fell asleep, his mouth wide open, and his back was lying; he was wearing a light-proof mask to cover his eyes, just like he was on a plane.

Mom Biya leaned against her pillow, explaining the crossword game in Madame Figaro.

Mai Mai carefully lowered the door bolt and walked into his parents' bedroom with slight hands.

His mother soon noticed his arrival and opened her surprised eyes widened in panic.

He raised a finger and pressed his lips to signal, and walked around the big bed to her side.

He knelt beside his mother and kissed her at the bend of the elbow of one of her arms.

Then he took away the pencil he was holding in his mother's hand.

Commander's father snoring was like a bellows that were activated when forging iron tools.

Mai Mai gently pulled her mother Biya's arms apart and stretched them straightened them so that her arms would naturally hang against the edge of the bed, and then put her hands on the carpet.

Then he took the Madame Figaro magazine from his mother and placed it on the floor.

He acted slowly and resolutely, and carried out this series of operations in an orderly manner.

Biya's cheeks had turned red.

She lowered her head and looked at her son's leading actions from the corner of her eyes. She gave up her initiative, obeyed her son's wishes without reservation, and obeyed her silent initiatives to surrender.

When he put his other arm back on the sheet, he slowly pulled the sheet covering his mother until he naturally lowered the sheet between his mother Bea's waist.

Mom was wearing a black transparent pajama and tied it tightly with a ribbon.

He pulled the ribbon and lifted his pajamas to reveal his mother's breasts.

He kneeled on the ground and began to stroke them with his hands.

His mother was at his mercy.

He could feel his mother's trembling.

Mom's nipples became hard.

He teased his nipples with his fingertips to play with them, and he saw his mother's body begin to twist gently.

He let his palm slide along his mother's bright abdomen curve, and his fingers rummaged through his mother's pubic hair.

The love seams of her secret genitals have been opened for him, sticky and warm.

The clitoris is bulging like buds, and it is wet and shining with a moist light.

No!Mom protested with the subtle voice.

However, my mother still spread her slender thighs, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing the slightly confused and intoxicating expression she was often excited.He inserted his fingers into his mother's vagina.

Stop, are you an idiot?Go back to your own room...

No, I want to fuck you, Mai Mai whispered in the same low voice, Come to the next door...my sister Lorraine...

Biya opened her eyes wide, at a loss; her legs were spread out, allowing her son to tease her clitoris and vagina.

And when her son held her hand and sat up, she didn't resist; he pulled her hard again, asking her to lift her legs from the bed and put her feet on the floor.

A trace of fear flashed in Biya's eyes, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look at her husband who was sleeping deeply.

She was still unsure of her mind.

Mai Mai took a step back, held her hand tightly, forcing her to stand up.

She obediently did it again, holding the mattress with one hand to prevent her from standing too fast from causing a violent rebound from the elastic mattress.

She had just stood firm together, and Mai Mai was like a disobedient child, dragging her stubbornly and taking her to his sister Lorraine's room.

As soon as they got there, he quietly closed the door and listened carefully.

His father still snored like thunder.

Don't do this, Mai Mai, you're crazy... His mother said in a voice that was almost weak and weak.

They stood face to face to face.Biya's nightgown is very short.He lifted his mother's nightgown and touched his mother's vulva private parts.He inserted his finger into it again.

Mai Mai...

He took his cock out of his shorts and pushed his mother down on his sister Lorraine's bed.

Biya turned over and lay on her back on her daughter's bed, and immediately spread her legs for her son.

He lay close to his mother, eager to fuck her vagina.

Biya reached out and guided her son's glans into a soft and scorching cavity.

Until her son's entire penis penetrated into her lower body, the testicles were crushed under his thrust, clamped between him and his mother's buttocks, and Biya had raised her knees to welcome her son's impending attack on her.

But he said reservedly: Mai Mai... This is wrong, you shouldn't...

If you don't want to really wake up my dad, you should know when to shut up.

He shook his body and fully felt the warm feeling of his mother's body blooming, and then his cock began to come and go in and out of the trembling stamen between his mother's crotch.

Mom, your pussy is so hot... it's like a fire...

This is wrong, Mai Mai, I'm serious, this is really wrong...

The more Biya told her son that this behavior was wrong, the more Biya repeated that she was his mother, the more excited Mai Mai became.

So much so that he began to doubt whether his mother Biya made a statement deliberately out of some distorted and perverted mentality.

She whispered that this was unforgivable.I could choose any other man to ask me, but I should not commit myself to my son. It was a sin... but I kept twisting wildly under him so that I could better meet him, swallow him better, wrap him up, and suck him into her greedy and open body.

Since he had ejaculated twice at night, he was able to endure it for a long time, which brought her a lot of happiness.

From time to time, she sobbed silently under his crotch, holding his shoulder tightly, and he realized that his mother was experiencing an orgasm.

Her silent pleasure carries a sick, hysterical feeling because she can’t scream, howls like she did when she had sex with her father, which hindered her physical relief, prevented her from fully releasing herself, and meant that she never managed to fully satisfy herself under such constraints.

In fact, Biya soon felt her son's penis still firmly in her vagina, and she would start to struggle and twist under him again, in a longing, greedy, and almost desperate way.

Eventually, he was able to successfully ejaculate again and was forced to bite his mother's shoulder to prevent himself from moaning.

His orgasm was not enjoying but almost caused pain.

As soon as he finished, exhausted, he felt depressed and his heart was filled with the urge to cry.

His mother, Bea, lay motionless, panting, and silently left his sister Lorraine's room.

Back to his upper floor, not long after he lay down, he heard the sound of water flushing in the bathroom downstairs.

It was the sound of his mother taking a shower, which made his sad feeling disappear without a trace.

He smiled evilly in the darkness.

Thinking of his mother cleaning his wide hips and jade buttocks while the commander's father was sleeping. In the past, other times, when he heard the sound of water pipe vibrating at night, it often means that Mai Mai fell asleep with such thoughts after his mother's sex with his father.