After all, my mother is a fifty-year-old woman. How can I resist the strong man of the past? After a fight, my mother was already panting, and she was limp and closed her eyes weakly. She turned her face to the side. My broad chest crushed my mother's tender breasts. I knelt between my mother's legs, pressed my knees against my mother's thighs, so that her legs were spread to both sides. I could no longer control me. I pounced on my mother's body, and my mother instinctively twisted her body to resist.