Several years after my father passed away, my mother, who had been reluctant to go out, finally seemed to have calmed down and visited our new home. Seeing my mother's lively face, my son was relieved. My son accidentally saw his mother bathing. My son became excited by his mother's naked body. Late at night, he longed for intercourse with his wife, whom he hadn't been intimate with in a while. However, his wife rejected him again. My son, whose sexual desire had heightened, sought an outlet. He sneaked into his mother's bedroom and gently lifted the covers to start fondling her crotch. Gradually, it became moist. My son ejaculated onto my mother's pubic hair. As he left, my mother watched him with half-open eyes and wiped away the semen she had been splashed with, troubled by her son's strange behavior. The next day, after his wife went out, my son embraced his mother and began to caress her roughly. Although my mother resisted, she couldn't overpower her son and tried to pacify him with her mouth and hands. The final line was defended, but my mother remembered her forgotten womanhood due to her son's fervent demands. Late at night, unable to sleep, my mother quietly began to pleasure herself. Her heartbeat quickened little by little, and her self-stimulation became more intense with the desire to satisfy her womanly needs. No matter how many times she climaxed, her mature body was not satisfied. Seeing through her state, my son appeared before his mother. My mother, already prepared to receive him, couldn't completely reject her son and was penetrated by his hard member. The joy of having her vagina filled enveloped my mother in pleasure, causing her to reach orgasm instantly…
