A few 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, I was relieved. My son accidentally saw his mother bathing. Dark pubic hair that didn't match her face. The 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. The son's heightened sexual desire sought an outlet. He sneaked into his mother's bedroom and gently lifted the covers to start playing with her genitals. Gradually becoming moist. The son ejaculated onto his mother's pubic hair. Watching the son leave, my mother wiped away the semen she had been sprayed with and worried about her son's strange behavior. The next day, when my wife went out and I was alone with my mother, I suddenly embraced her and began to caress her roughly. Although my mother resisted, she couldn't match his strength and tried to calm him down with her mouth and hands. The last line was defended, but seeing the son's fervent desire made my mother remember the woman she had forgotten. Late at night, unable to sleep, my mother quietly began to pleasure herself. Her heartbeat quickened, and the desire to satisfy her feminine needs grew intense. Her fingers moved vigorously inside her, climaxing multiple times but never feeling satisfied with her mature body. As if seeing through everything, the son appeared before his mother. My mother could not completely reject him, and was penetrated by his hard member, the joy of having her vagina filled enveloping her in pleasure, instantly reaching orgasm...
