TS Roland’s Mother and Child Fantasy

Author: qpqoql
Word count: 6833
Watching her son grow up slowly, mother always sees her son when he comes out of the bath, wrapping a towel around the protruding thing on his lower body to see. The son is only 15 and he is already an adult. high. Due to the love of sports is very strong.
The mother was very concerned about her son’s studies, and at night she saw that her son’s light was still on, so she went to have a look, only to find that her son was holding mother’s stockings on his dick. The expression of the son enjoying himself. Mom gently closed the door and went back to the bedroom. My mind is full of my son’s forgetful expression.
On Saturday afternoon, my son took a nap after playing ball and taking a shower as usual. The mother sneaked into her son’s room and saw the son’s underwear stretched up while he was sleeping soundly. Seeing such a scene, the mother thought of his son’s expression on his jj wearing stockings a few days ago. Mom laughed, very lewdly.
In recent days, my mother has been thinking about what it feels like to have sex with her son and how to communicate with her son. As before, when the mother and son are alone, the mother always deliberately shows her thighs. It seems that my son can’t concentrate on studying. Today is still Saturday. It is rare for the son not to play ball with his classmates and watch TV at home. The mother walked up and down in front of her son in her pajamas, the difference being that she was wearing suspenders and T-string under the pajamas. Mom bent over and wiped the TV for a while. After a while squatting on the ground mopping the floor. The buttocks were raised, and the son was itchy to watch. The mother knew that the son was watching, and deliberately pretended not to know. He also pretended not to know how to wipe the tea machine on the tea machine. The mother’s chest is completely exposed to the son’s eyes. Nipples are hard. It feels like the bottom is wet. My mother doesn’t have to go to work today, and my son doesn’t have to go to school. My mother cooks at home and eats with my son. Anyway, I didn’t go to work, and my mother didn’t change her clothes. She still ate with her son in her pajamas. While eating, the mother asked the son about his studies, and asked if there were any girls. The son was startled when he heard the mother asked about the female classmates, blushed, and forgot to eat. Mom kicks her son’s foot with her foot.