After my father died, our couple returned home for the first time in a year. My mother, who I met after a long time, seemed to be more energetic than I expected, and her beautiful makeup was still in the old days. My wife went out, only my mother and me. I talked to my mother, feeling embarrassed. As I talked, I couldn't take my eyes off my lustrous and moving lips, and I was lustful. My mother, who was too defenseless, exposed her excitement to me as if she was inviting me, and I decided to leave her at night. When I sneaked into my mother's bedroom, I smelled a nostalgic mother's scent. Gently turn over the futon and touch and lick it as if to taste my mother.
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