Chapter 1

On July 15th, in Grimo, Val's cruel summer has stretched out its claws.

It was afternoon, when the sun was at its strongest.

The beautiful Provençal village lies on the hillside, like an even-unged animal that is ruminated after eating, flooded by the heat.

Radio and television have been silent; only the sound of cracking cicadas rising from the garden, and the dust and gasping of the old-fashioned construction vehicles under the government were dragging on the sloping streets, behind which were three or four sweepers picking up pieces of glass and plates after the party feast ended, greasy paper, paper scraps, empty wine bottles, and cola and Schwipps beverage cans.

The shops selling trash, Provence pottery, local jams, and brightly colored scarves to tourists have closed their stalls.

Even the cafe is deserted.

Under the ruins of the ancient castle, on the hillside, overlooking the entire bay, the villa decorated with flowers as far away as Saint Tropez has been pulled with shutters.

Their residents lie in the wet room, sleeping or dozing on the bed sheets wet with sweat; husbands and wives cross their arms, hanging their heads like dead people, staying away from each other as much as possible... In such a heat wave, people lose interest in having sex.

The swimming pool in the garden is empty, and only dragonflies will occasionally participate.

All the pools, except one, are on the edge of the mountain top.

On the top of the mountain, completely naked Biya stretched her strength on the lounge chair under the parasol, her eyes protected by sunglasses, allowing herself to immerse herself in drunken numbness.

On the metal table with her arms within reach, in a stone-shaped pot, ice was melting in a large amount of orange juice mixed with vodka.

The heat and alcohol work on her like anesthetics and aphrodisiacs, which happens simultaneously.

She was completely naked and immersed in sweat without any concealment, her legs were wide open, and facing the swimming pool, she stared blankly at the shiny and mirror-like surface of the pool.

She hung the red swimsuit she took off on the back of a lawn chair next to her. She hung a towel on the armrest of the lounge chair so that she could cover her breasts and her vagina in case her son Mai Mai pretended to be studying hard in his room and was suddenly tempted to swim into warm water to take a bath.

From time to time, Biya used a lazy hand to deliver a cup full of water mist and jingling crisp ice to her lips, taking a sip of the cold liquid.

The comfort filled her body made her feel guilty and regretful.

I was almost becoming an alcoholic. She laughed foolishly at herself, muttering to herself, pulling a towel to wipe the sweat that flowed from her chest to her belly button, and forming a slightly concave puddle there.

I shouldn't have put so much vodka in my orange juice.I really overdo it today!I have to be careful not to fall asleep naked in the sun...

These thoughts spread slowly and lazily in her mind.

Being naked in the sun...If anyone sees me...

But no one could see her; the swimming pool was blocked by a cypress fence, and was a distance away from the neighborhood.

Her son is in his room...as for her old husband, Commander, he is taking a nap on lunch break.

Only the sun is interested in me...

She spread her thighs and let the sun penetrate the depths of the genital gap.

Her part was burning, hot and moist, a little sticky.

The alcohol and heat waves of vodka made her extremely anxious and lewd.

She took another sip of the wine and sighed.

She didn't have to look down and see that her nipples were already standing up.

She always feels ashamed of her breasts. She thinks her breasts are too big, especially those wide and round areolas. A white woman seems to have an alien color areola, which in her eyes think is very obscene sign.

Beneath her naked buttocks, surrounded by some velvety, slim anal hair, the sweat stinged her.

She tried hard to restrain her urge to masturbate.

In summer, when the heat comes and she stays at home, she will return to her habits like a female student.

Especially after she drank.

She would masturbate for a long time, happily, allowing the most evil fantasies to wander in her mind.

Sometimes she masturbates to orgasm for five or six times in the afternoon, masturbating in an evil slow way, focusing on feeling every subtle sensation in her vagina, while listening alertly to the faint sound of every gravel, heralding someone’s arrival as if a little girl was sneakingly masturbating.

Doing so allows her to get more pleasure than her husband at a relatively cheap cost, although her husband has already been on the wedding bed with fewer attacks.

Occasionally, a sense of shame will overwhelm her heart and ruin her interest.

If Mai Mai knew that he masturbated so frequently... and Lorraine...

They are her children.

Mai Mai is a boy who just turned sixteen. His father asked him to stay at home all summer and concentrate on studying math because he failed the college entrance examination and wanted to re-enter the last year of high school.

As for Lorraine, who is over 18, is on vacation in Corsica with a female friend.

She should have started having a one-night stand with her opposite sex partners, Biya thought.At her age, I...

Recalling what she did at Lorraine's age, she couldn't help but let her hand reach her lower abdomen, succumbing to physical needs, and begin to explore her vagina dreamily.

Her clitoris immediately became erect and she carefully avoided lingering on it.

She didn't want the climax to come too quickly, and the afternoon just started...

What about Mai Mai?

She suddenly thought of her son, who was alone in the room.

He might be pouting as usual.

Maybe he is masturbating, right?

This is very likely; at such an age, boys will not stop.

She remembered her cousin Henry, and his friends, when she was a teenage girl.

What they forced her to do.

Forced?

That's all; isn't this part of the fun? Does she think they're forcing her?

Time and time again they came to her to masturbate or blowjob them.

Everything came back to her mind: the warmth of the young man's hard penis between her fingers, the rough friction movement, the squirting semen, the handkerchief covered with semen, the suppressed laughter, and when they took off her panties and masturbated in turn, her soft thighs seemed to be about to be broken.

She recalls the moments that followed, when Henry succeeded in convinceing her to give them oral sex.

Their eyes were glowing with dirty and obscene light, which appeared as they unbuttoned their pants, and she knelt in front of them, putting the first man's cock in her mouth, and then stuffed it hard into her mouth, while another person would stretch out his hand from behind and slide through the perineum under her hips and touch her hole.

Their qualities, their ridicule and mocking...

She's wet, your cousin is wet, Henry!?

Oh, really?Is that true, Biya?Are you wet?Wait, let me touch you with my fingers and see... That's right, oh, you slutty woman!OK, we have to spank her, don't we?What do you guys say, guys; this dirty little slut deserves it, right?Slap her naked ass a few times!We have to teach her how to suck the boy's dick to get herself wet!

Oh yes, Henry, yes, it's a sensational and wonderful idea!This is a good idea.Then we can fuck her, right?how do you say?

Fuck her?The four of us come together?Well, why not?Does any of you remember bringing Vaseline?

Bea never managed to forget these initial sexual emotions, and since then, with any of her lovers, even in Algeria, she did not experience the same wonderful feeling of dirty and secretive behaviors that had a disgusting, taboo feeling.

Those boys took turns slapping her ass... Her cousin took the lead in spitting saliva on her penis, and then slowly poked her wet cock into her narrow and tender asshole!

She felt a sense of being blasphemed, as they penetrated her through anal sex to defile her.

But she never found such a feeling in her life experience since then.

And in the hot summer, when she masturbates by the pool, she always uses the dirty and disgusting memories of her youth to stimulate her sexual desire.

It was Ah, as the British implicitly said, Mai Mai was playing with himself; at his age, he was locked in the room like that, what else could he do to relieve his boredom?

He was locked in confinement by his father and absolutely forbidden to go out, and his moped was also locked in the garage, so he couldn't go out and meet his girlfriends on a certain beach somewhere.

Biya thought about the moment in a particularly awkward and troubled manner.

Perhaps her hands were doing things of the same nature as her son.

She was comforting herself, and such play was about to usher in the peak of pleasure. Her son might be facing the same play in his room at this moment. She was embarrassed and upset.

Because she couldn't stop imagining him, lying naked on his own bed, his face tensed, holding his erect young cock tightly.

As beautiful as a little angel.

Just like her cousin Henry was as handsome as that time, when it all started!

The beginning of a taboo sexual relationship!

Sometimes, their similarities are so embarrassing that sometimes Bea's face turns flushed when she looks at her son.

If only he didn't look that much like her cousin...

If I had the courage to put on my swimsuit again and go to the pool to soak it, maybe it would have allowed me to divert these thoughts!

Biya yawned and stretched.The price of getting back to being bound in a swimsuit made her feel overwhelmingly exhausted.It's great to enjoy the relaxation and comfort of being naked.

Why don't I just go like this? Mai Mai might have fallen asleep... Besides, he couldn't stay in front of the window all day, right?

Biya turned her head back and walked over the back of the recliner to observe carefully.

Upstairs, the windows in her son's room were closed; the blinds were pulled down.

This is the only room in the house that overlooks the entire pool.

Fortunately, Biya turned her back to her son; if he looked in this direction, her son could only see the back of her recliner, from which her hair was scattering, and perhaps some potentially exposed thighs, but not more.

If she gets up and walks to the water now, it would be like exposing her naked ass to her son Mai Mai.

But after all, she murmured to herself, what's the harm?

I'd better wear my swimsuit...

In order to get it, she stretched out a soft hand to the chair, but her arms hung down weakly as if they were not obedient.

She stood up without thinking and took a few steps away from the pool.

The floor tiles are hot.

She jumped into the water and swam in the warm water, as close as possible to the edge of the pool, trying to avoid seeing her in the direction of her son's room.

Biya swam slowly and for about ten times like a sleepwalking.

The temperature of the pool water made her feel lethargic.

She thought of her husband, who must have snored in the spacious bedroom downstairs.

Then her thoughts returned to her son Maimai.

Stupid...How should I get out?If Mai Mai was behind his window... he would see mine!Why didn't I take this into consideration?

Biya stood in the pool with her chin resting on the edge of the pool, hesitating.

If I move faster...or, he is taking a nap at lunch at this moment... Why am I so suspicious? He will definitely hide behind his blinds?

She climbed up the ladder, hid one hand dignifiedly in front of her chest, ran through the hot floor tiles, returned to her recliner, and lay down again.

At this moment, she felt a dizzy feeling in her mind.

In just a few seconds, the sun evaporated the moisture that covered the pool around her, and replaced it with another kind of moisture, a moisture emitted from the inside of her body, through every pore of her...

I hope Mai Mai doesn't see me.

Biya wanted to cover her body with a big towel, but the efforts she made were once again frustrated, and her hands fell down halfway, Biya suddenly fell asleep, and she was crushed by alcohol and heat.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness, a thought flew across her mind; when Henry forced her to stand naked in his room to face his friends for the first time, his cousin turned sixteen…

Just like the wheat wheat in that summer.

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I swear, she's completely naked!

The gap between Mai Mai's teeth made a slight hissing sound.

Although it wasn't the first time he had caught a glimpse of his mom's naked body, the accident still shocked him.

The moment Mom Biya suddenly stood up from the chaise longue, he was standing behind the blinds, pistol, looking at a photo of a woman's sexy buttocks exchanged with a classmate in a comic book.

He often masturbates at this photo while looking at it, and he doesn't know why this photo left such a deep impression on him.

Although he had some more obscene photos in his hand, only this one could immediately make his cock hard as soon as he saw it.

The photo shows a beautiful girl squatting, lifting her skirt up, like she was about to squat down and pee, with her legs spread out toward the camera; the girl dressed up as a middle school student (black top, white collar), but in fact, she may be nearly thirty years old.

This photo gives Mai a different feeling. Although the woman is dressed in the dress of a little girl, she drags her tired body, and wears stockings and flat shoes.

It clearly shows that she should be an adult woman. Although her pubic hair has been completely shaved, her genitals have traces of rich sexual experiences, so this photo is particularly obscene.

She opened her mouth obsessed with disguise, showing the expression of a high school girl who was surprised, confused and evil and obscene, and a curved finger was stubbing into her naked vagina.

Every time Mai Mai mad in front of this photo, he thinks of his sister Lorraine and constructs a complete scene in his mind.

He remembered when they were kids when he played the Doctor game.

He imagined his sister succumbing to his desires again, and he... was constructing such a scene and plot in his fantasy.

He tried hard and suddenly, a quick move passed through the slats of the blinds, forcing his eyes to leave quickly from the photo.

In the retinal memory of the little girl he made up, he saw a real image of his mother, her snow-white butt highlighted on the tanned skin of her body, while she was jumping on the terrazzo tiles to avoid burning the soles of her feet.

is that so?Hell...Is she going to swim naked??

This surprised him and also received a heavy blow.

Now he was waiting for his mother to come out of the water.

He couldn't see her swimming because she was too close to the edge of the pool, but it didn't matter, she would come out of the water sooner or later.

She looks so lazy that she shouldn't be able to swim for a long time.

The facts verified his inference. In a moment, he saw his mother's body appearing from the edge of the pool shore, and her long golden hair was pressed against her head like a helmet.

My mother also wore sunglasses while swimming.

But he could still clearly see that his mother was looking in the direction of his window, as if he was hesitant.

Mai Mai gasped and stroked his glans to maintain his sexual excitement.

He watched his mother grab the pillar handrail of the ladder.

The huge, pale breasts swayed between the bronzed arms, and the areola that looked like an ancient oriental coin-like eye was like a wide open in surprise, followed by her slender, almost unbulged abdomen, a cluster of pubic hair that was dark and shiny because his mother was not a real blonde.

His hands tightly held his penis and pulled the skin that wrapped around his stem.

One of his mother's arms was covering her chest, as if she wanted to support them, but she showed her black hair without any concern.

She ran to the recliner and fell down there.

The only thing left behind was the top of her head smoking in the sun and her toes with red nail polish.

The semen was squirting violently, splashing onto the blinds.

The intense and hot feeling was so intense that he couldn't help but let out a hoarse and low cry as the cum ejected from him.

This surprised him.

This time the ejaculation was so intense that it even made his testicles almost feel pain.

His body suffered multiple spasms, each time accompanied by the ejection of semen, like a blind whipped curtains.

Fuck...oh, fuck, fuck you!

Mai Mai walked to his bed and fell on the bed as if he was powerless and weightless.

Lifeless, empty.

He was squeezed dry.

His eyes were staring at the ceiling, and the black triangular bush on his mother Biya's lower abdomen kept appearing in his mind.

He tried to think about something else, but it was useless; the black spot kept squeezing back into his mind; did he see that crack?

He is not sure.

She ran so fast.

His heart beats in his chest.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and wiped the blinds with a tissue.

As he raised his head again, he saw his mother, Biya's arms slackly lifted towards the towel, and then fell down weakly and loosely before he could touch it.

This failed gesture told him that his mother was asleep.

He was hesitant and indecisive, holding the tissue covered with semen in his hand, struggling with difficulty, motionless like a statue, staring at the raised hair on the lounge chair in the distance.

He waited for a few minutes, but his mother didn't move.

Her red swimsuit hangs on the back of the metal chair, right next to her.

Mom fell asleep naked... If Dad knew this?Well……

Commander Vandevale has always been extremely disgusted with the naked flesh display.

He forbids them from going to Pamplon Beach, which is a naked beach where tourists are exposed directly, not even wearing thongs.

And on other less tolerant beaches, or where they can like to go, women will take off or pull down the upper part of their swimsuits to bask in the sun, and Van Devaler's father was furious about this kind of depressed moral depravity.

What if I just went swimming?After all, I also have the right to go to the pool… in such hot weather.Although I have to keep studying, reviewing my homework does not mean that I can't go swimming...

He hummed a little song gently, put on his swimming trunks, held his swimming goggles in his hand, and walked out of the corridor.

His father's snoring filled the entire stairwell.

The commander habitually naps in the summer, a habit he brought back from the colony.

He never gets up before five o'clock until the sun starts to weaken.

It's only two o'clock in the afternoon now...

Mai Mai walked towards the stairs silently, without making any sound when he went downstairs.

PS: This novel was originally translated for myself by the mother-son incest novel I had already translated for myself.

Now after thinking about it, it can be published.

The content involves heavy taste incest plot, so here is a kind reminder.