mother and child 16

Author: xiaofei
Word count: 9446
Chapter 16 Mother 2
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I hurriedly picked out a pair of my son’s favorite black transparent suspender stockings from the cabinet and put them on, then took out a pair of black high-heeled sandals that I bought a few days ago and put them on. I chose a purple thin silk pajamas with a belt to change into my upper body. Most of the wide part is exposed under the pajamas, and from the deep groove of the tightly clamped buttocks, a clump of dark anal hair protrudes, and it grows longer and more as it goes down, very sexy! This outfit should be my son’s favorite, and I still maintain a good figure. It is worthwhile for me to insist on doing yoga and dancing in the past few years. I am not as obese as many women my age, plump but well-proportioned.

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I quietly stood at the door of the practice room and looked in. The utility cabinet hidden behind the mirrored cabinet door in the room was open, and the mattresses, towels, quilts, and sex toys that my son and I needed were all taken out of it. My son was pouting to put pillows, cushions, and towels on the air mattress that had been placed on the ground. The single sofa that usually leaned against the wall had been pushed to the middle of the room and next to the mattress.

The practice room was remodeled from the former second bedroom, three of which are large mirror walls, with stainless steel handrails around the half of the mirror wall, and a large aluminum alloy floor-to-ceiling viewing window with double-layer soundproof and coated glass. The four walls and the top surface are also large mirrors.

I discussed it with my son for a long time when I was decorating the house. I have spent a lot of thought on this love hut, which is clearly a practice room. There is only one theme – for the convenience and stimulation of our love. You can watch pornographic movies to add to the fun, besides a few fixed high-definition cameras, there are also movable cameras to record our love process, so that we can go back laterI watched masturbation when my son and I were not at home. The sofa was carefully selected by the two of us in styles and sizes suitable for a variety of positions, and there were a lot of odds and ends. In short, it was to create a stimulating, convenient and warm environment.

My son turned his head after seeing my figure in the mirror, and I leaned on the doorway with my legs slightly spread apart, my waist bent and my buttocks raised, rubbing with one hand the pair of slightly drooping plump pouts that both my son and I were very proud of and satisfied with, while the other hand slowly slid down from the chest under the gaze of my son, caressing the protruding ones and came to the dark and thick long ones against the snow-white skin. There were bursts of grunts like the meowing of a female cat in spring.

In the temptation of this son’s favorite dress and groaning, my son’s impatient hands and feet quickly climbed up to my thighs, hands on my jade legs, and his fingers gently caressed my delicate insteps and slender calves. His small body crawled under my crotch, bowed his head, kissed and licked my spring-like toes and soles, which were exposed outside the black high-heeled sandals and wrapped in transparent black thin suspender stockings. In my mind, it was so comfortable that I lifted my big toe high, and the toe fell into a warm and humid place. It was my son’s soft lips that held it. The silky little tongue licked on the belly of the toes, and drilled the top between the toes. I was deceived since I was a child and claimed to use my tongue for me.