Chapter 29 Having sex with mom in the toilet while facing the mirror

In the cramped and confined space of the toilet, the air was so thick it was almost viscous enough to wring out water. The strong, sweet and pungent smell of semen, the mature, erotic scent of a mother’s sweaty body, and the irritating chemical floral fragrance of cheap hand sanitizer intertwined and entangled, like an invisible net, trapping people in the abyss of lust and shame.

The stark white light shone on the tiles, reflecting a cold halo, yet it couldn’t illuminate my mother’s voluptuous, almost decadent, mature body.

She stood in front of the mirror, her robe already half-soaked…