Chapter 140 – My Son Can’t Be So Naughty.
Episode 139, Our son can’t be so naughty.
‘Hmm… , I want to sleep a little longer…’
Midori felt the morning sunlight penetrating her eyelids and felt her consciousness rise from the bottom of the water.
She doesn’t seem to sleep even when she sleeps these days. She was the one who fell asleep every day, but she cooked Ryu’s breakfast every morning, and she was Midori, who had become a habit of waking up at dawn.
Tuk tuk-
As she woke from her slumber, something knocked on her still dull senses.
A hot, hard, soft club.
It felt similar to the thick norimaki (gimbap) that I buy once during lunchtime.
‘Why do you keep hitting my face…’
Midori furrowed her eyebrows, and her eyes trembled. There was a lot of goo smeared around her face, which added to the discomfort.
Sniff-
In addition, Midori’s nostrils wrinkled at the stifling, sweet, and at the same time nasty smell that clogged her nasal passages.
Midori opens her eyes to the unbearable discomfort.
“Mother?”
Her son’s voice blew away the discomfort in her ears. With a happy heart, she seems to run straight to Ryu, but as her mother, she is eliminated, but Midori wants to be childish.
“Haam… , Oh?”
‘What is this.’
As soon as she opened her eyes, the semen that had pooled on her eyelids flowed down the crevices of her eyes.
“Eyes… Go away!”
Midori immediately grabs her eyes and rolls her feet.
Did you know that among the reasons women go to the ophthalmologist for conjunctivitis, the majority of them are related?
Yes, she was in terrible pain, like conjunctivitis.
Twisting her whole body in pain, she could feel her muscle pain all over her body and stiffness in her hair.
Gentle Ryu’s hands supported the back of her head. Something very heavy caught on Midori’s arm as she whipped around in pain, but she wasn’t paying attention to her right now.
“Ryu, Ryu! Son! Mom, what’s in your eye? Something is wrong!”
With Ryu’s fingers climbing up her slender neck-
“Kkeuk!”
Midori lowered her head.
*
Push Woowook-
I instinctively looked between her mother’s legs at the sound of the water. How many times have I heard the tidal noise emitted by a pink slut last night.
The sound of the water coming out of the shower head felt like a fountain gushing out of that swollen red pussy.
The appearance of the bubble-like love juice mixed with semen and intertwined with the hair. It was a state where the expression messed up was appropriate.
With her trembling hands, she presses down on the bridge of her glasses, trying to hold on to her trembling mind and body as much as possible.
‘I lost my temper.’
When a pink slut held his smartphone at me, I guessed that something had changed in his personality, or something like multiple personality disorder.
Later, with my own mouth, I even said that my guess was correct.
Even knowing that Midori was inside her a pink slut’s body, she ate her mother’s body to such an extent that it became like this.
It’s confusing, but if the personality was split in two— Midori was Midori.
I’ve been ping-chaeng while I’ve been cumming over 30 times, so wouldn’t this be incest?
I used to masturbate, saying, “The soul and mind are more important than the body.” Because I couldn’t easily admit that I had an incest I’d been avoiding all my life.
“I have no face.”
I bowed her head and washed her white-washed body.
First, I gently washed her face and her semen-tangled hair so that it wouldn’t get into her eyes anymore, and then I started washing her neck and shoulders.
I wanted to grab her by the throat, strangle her, and drive her, but being too violent was not my taste, so it seemed fortunate that I endured it.
Oh, I need to correct my words.
Fortunately, it was.
Her wrists are bluish because she grabbed her by the wrist and made her hit her daughter. Red marks were embroidered on her breasts, as if she had been hit by washing her breasts, the size of her head.
‘The biggest problem is… ‘
As I was washing her butt, I brought her palm, and the palm drawn on Midori’s buttocks was perfectly aligned with mine.
Anyone can see it’s my palm.
Thinking about how to make excuses and how to cover up, she opens her mother’s thighs.
Pressed down by her thick thighs, the mound, which had been tightly bitten, opened only then and gulps out the remaining semen.
Tzu-, Boop.
Squeaking, I insert two of her fingers to clean her insides.
Fortunately, I was able to find feminine cleanser in Midori’s bag.
‘How the hell did they fight.’
Tsubub-, Tsubub♡
My head is dizzy from the semen coming out without any intention of ending it.
In that long time, Midori’s body reacted inevitably, and her love juice was dripping again.
She was Midori, showing a sloppy expression in a state of fainting.
With the increased philtrum, the eyes are slightly visible through the eyelids that cannot be closed properly. Each time he moved his fingers to scrape the cum inside of her.
Her mouth stuck out in front of her and writhed as if she were looking for a baby bottle.
‘He’s gone.’
Even in the midst of fainting, it seemed that I could go the same. Midori drew a clear line on her wide thigh, stroking her.
Push shot, push shot
The mother squeaks the stream of water at her lightly a couple of times, like shooting a water gun. I patted her trembling thighs as if to calm them down.
I was worried what would happen if she went off as gorgeous as before, but fortunately she didn’t seem to have enough strength left to arch her back and wiggle her hips up and down ugly.
‘Because I’m done washing up now.’
I put her mother’s head on her lap and looked at the bloodshot mound. The bright red little clip was still standing upright.
Her body would still be very sensitive, so I thought of waiting until my mother’s sensitive skin calmed down.
The bruises on her body are unavoidable, but she intends to cover her skin with a mix of dyes from the bag she always carries.
And put some good medicine on her yoke.
Now, the brittle clip will look a little softer, while wiping Midori’s body with a towel. Moaning could be heard from under her belly.
“Um~ Ryu, what is this…”
Midori woke up rubbing her eyes.
“Don’t be a jerk, you grow up.”
I don’t often swear after wearing glasses, but fuck wasn’t slang.
“Hey, it’s the hair. Uncomfortable. It’s all obvious. How can it not work?”
A pink slut wiggles her pink, gray hair here and there, as if she were Medusa herself.
He twists her neck again and places a finger on her vein.
“Ruler… For a moment. I still have something to say… Kwuuu-“
Let it marinate, and you’ll see the hair turn brown again. This a pink slut’s personality. What are the rules that pop out?
Life with her mother seemed more tiring in the future.
*
Something, it seems like I had a big dream.
When I woke up in the morning, was it because I passed out from the pain that seemed like I was going to go crazy? Midori felt like she had fallen asleep for the first time in a while.
Still, when she fell asleep halfway through, she felt the touch. It was clear that everything that touched her body, like the warm current of water, was a dream.
It was a pleasant dream, but a memory that will surely disappear as if evaporating from her head soon.
Midori closes her eyes and savors the disappearing dream. As if her memory was stamped like a barcode, I remember sparsely.
‘In my dream, Ryu was very rough.’
Midori gulped down her saliva, recalling in her dreams the scene where Ryu squeezed the flesh of her ass and repeatedly slapped her ass with the palm of her hand until she shed tears. Raised
The feeling of spontaneously tickling her groin and twisting and rubbing her thighs.
It was Midori who still seemed to have that heat lingering in her ass.
‘Come to think of it… ‘
Even when she woke up earlier, she felt like she was completely naked. Her face was also sprinkled with something strangely sticky and lukewarm.
It seems to have been handled roughly in a strange manner.
Ah isn’t it?
Midori moved her hand to her hip, recalling the crown prince she had seen in her dreams.
Ryu’s cock in her dreams was so real that she kept thinking ‘maybe?’
Midori hadn’t seen Ryu’s cock since.
“Aw-! Oh oh oh…”
Midori’s ass felt a pain as if she had been given a flu shot. She immediately turned to the side in pain and opened her eyes.
‘Really?’
Midori wonders if it was semen that was sprayed on her face.
If her butt hurts like this, she must have bruised her buttock, so she removed the blanket from her body and got up.
Looking at the clock, it was only morning. She was greasy after waking up from her sleep, and her body, which should have been uncomfortable, was so refreshing.
When you press her skin, it feels like it will make a popping sound.
When she saw a noise outside, Midori noticed that Ryu was making her arrangements for people who might come to worship her ex-husband and a monk to help with the ritual.
You can take a look at her butt in the mirror in her room, but she might have Ryu come in and look at her. She was the one who sneaked into the bathroom first.
Moving on her heels, Midori looked at her own reflection in her mirror. Her pajamas made of thin silk. Maybe it was because it was morning, or maybe it was because she had a dirty dream. Her nipples were sticking out.
Midori, who lifted her arms and tightly tightened her huge breasts into the shape of her arms, moved her steps to the bathroom-.
‘Jump!’ Shrugged her shoulders.
“Mother, did you sleep well?”
Because her Ryu called her up. A feeling of tension and fear that seems to be embedded in the body. The line of her hips became convex, revealing the firm curves of her big hips.
Midori’s ass eating her pajama pants right.
“Haha… , I’m tired because I haven’t been able to sleep properly lately, but I feel like I slept better than the other days. But today, rather than feeling tired, I feel like I fell asleep while exercising, so I don’t know.”
Midori’s mouth lengthened in bewilderment.
“Are your eyes okay?”
‘Also-‘
Midori had a little doubt that what happened when she woke up at dawn was also her dream. When her doubts were lifted, Ryu’s body caught her eyes…
Grunt
Her naked body seemed to be seen through.
“You were in so much pain, you fell asleep as if you were passing out. I washed it with my face.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Is that the cum that was put on her face? Since I couldn’t ask, Midori simmered. Looking at her like that, Ryu raised her finger and pointed at her ceiling.
“I think the ceiling was old and leaked. It looks like the drainpipes above are also rusted.”
The ceiling actually looks a bit wet.
“Aha… “
“In a little while, the monks will come, and there may be people who come to hold the ancestral rites. Hurry up and get ready. Mother.”
Midori was heartbroken when she woke up from her sleep, her son washing her face, fixing her leaking ceiling and getting her guests ready.
“Huh. Yes, I will prepare and come soon, son!”
Prison-
Midori hugged Ryu tightly and smiled like an idiot as her son stared at his fatally handsome son who wouldn’t hurt even if he put it in her eyes.
“Mom always thank my son so much. Know?”
Midori, normally frightened and puzzled by the fact that her son, who should have been separated, was still, looked into Ryu’s eyes.
Ryu immediately raised her face and looked at the ceiling.
“Eh? Is your son crying? Now?”
“No, aren’t you going to kiss me again?”
It seemed that something that was slowly starting the engine caught her heel. She felt so burdened, but it was too much for her to continue playing around, and thinking that she had to prepare quickly before the monk came, Midori quickly ran to the bathroom.
“Okay, got it. I won’t miss a kiss next time, son!”
*
‘Yeah, so that’s right. Ryu can’t be that hard-nosed summer son.’
Midori looked at his buttocks in the mirror and saw a slight bluish bruise, but he quickly put on his clothes and turned off the tap.
Good, good!
“Oh, I also promised myself yesterday that I would be a good mother. After all the weird thoughts, ugh. It’s because my mother is eliminated-“
Looking at the picture of the portrait and recalling the promise she had made, Midori slapped him on the face and crumpled the thought into a corner saying, ‘He still has bruises on his ass, right?’
Rattle-
Sigh.
Following the nostalgic sound of hinges unique to an old house, the structure of an old house. The toilet and bathroom were both at the entrance, so Midori could see the shadow of a person at the front door.
“Who are you?”
Covering her chest, Midori strode towards the door. She opened the door
“Oh…!”
Her indigo blue eyes, which were already large, widened even more.
