It had been several years since my father passed away, and although my mother did not like to go outside, she finally seemed to have settled down and came to visit us at our new house. My son was relieved to see his mother's cheerful face. The son happened to see his mother bathing. She had dark pubic hair that did not match her face. The son became aroused by his mother's nudity. Late at night, he eagerly wanted to do something with his wife, whom he had not seen in a long time. However, his wife rejected him again. The son's heightened sexual desire looked for an outlet. He crept into his mother's bedroom, gently turned up the futon, and began to play with her crotch. The moistening of the crotch gradually began. The son shot his load as much as he could into his mother's whore. The next day, my wife went out, and my mother was worried about her son's strange behavior. The next day, when his wife went out and he was alone with his mother, the son suddenly hugged her and began to caress her roughly. The mother refuses, but is unable to resist her son's power, and tries to subdue him with her mouth and hands. The last line is kept, but the son's fierce desire reminds the mother of her forgotten womanhood. Late at night, the mother, unable to sleep, begins to comfort herself in secret. Her heart beats a little faster. The desire to satisfy her lover makes her finger herself. A ripe body that can't get enough of cumming over and over again. The son appears in front of the mother as if he sees through her. The mother, whose body has already become receptive to the son, is unable to reject him completely and is penetrated by the son's hard rod. The joy of having her vagina filled with pleasure envelops her mother, and she instantly climaxes...