Chapter 17 My mother's body was completely conquered by me

I looked at my mother in my arms. Her once dignified and virtuous face was now flushed with desire and shyness, her eyes were hazy, her nostrils flared slightly, and she was breathing softly.

Her body tensed as my fingers touched her; that instinctive contraction and resistance seemed to me more like an unconscious invitation.

I could feel that her legs were so weak that she could no longer support herself, and she could only stand up by leaning on me. Her waist was so soft and boneless that it seemed as if she would collapse at any moment.

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