Chapter 143 – My Son Can’t Be That Naughty (4)
Episode 142, My son can’t be so naughty (4).
A strange silence over the table.
It is the silence that began as the flesh of the white fish on top of my rice bowl, white rice, crumbled together with hot steam.
Then who is the owner of this fish flesh that has brought about this strange silence?
Midori, blushing that I gave her some bones, sipping another bowl of kimchi soup?
Or, it seems quite bewildered-.
Isha holding her chopsticks tightly and looking to the side?
Where her swaying eyes are directed.
A slightly bloodshot eye could be seen through the cracks in the woman’s bare chest hair as she lowered her head.
Those eyes smiled.
Looking at my aunt, who could be said to be the culprit of this heavy and awkward atmosphere, I laughed awkwardly as well.
“Thank you, aunt.”
As Aori nodded her head a couple of times and started eating again, the time on the table that seemed to have been shouting ‘Ice!’ For a moment started to move again as if ‘Ding!’.
“Ouch… , Ryu is I… , I have to take care of it.”
The sound of a sick dog coming from the side. Looking to her side, Midori was puffing out her cheeks in displeasure.
I looked at Midori, who was groaning with poor chopstick skills, as if she wanted to put pickled vegetables on top of my rice pool.
When it comes to Japan, things like pickled plums are famous, so you might think of pickles that are easy to use with chopsticks, but-.
Unfortunately, it was pickled garlic that was difficult to pick up with chopsticks, befitting a nation that became human after eating leek and garlic due to the influence of a previous life.
Beep, beep! Tick!
A lot of beeping, pickled garlic that bounces around. If I watch it any longer, I feel like my stomach will burst, so I quickly extend my chopsticks instead.
“I’ll do it, Midori.”
I stroked her hair as if I wanted to, and put pickled garlic on top of Midori’s rice.
‘I thought you’d like it…’
“Huhmm-!”
Strangely, Midori’s cheeks swelled up more and more.
Midori’s ball did not stop there.
It was taut as if it would explode in the pale hand that had never seen the sunlight on the table.
Suddenly, a hand came up and placed pickled garlic on top of my rice bowl.
‘What on earth is this shaking like that?’
Well, I wonder if I did something similar to the sesame leaf debate in my previous life-holding sesame leaves in front of my girlfriend.
The problem is…
‘I was a fool in my previous life, so I didn’t know what the hell that thing was such a huge controversy.’
Now, when I see Midori’s face about to explode, only question marks appear above my head.
“Ah, thank you again, aunt.”
“Ah… Nya, you need to eat a lot… , Getting healthy… Ah… !”
Ah… , Ah?
Like Midori swaying beside her, Aori tried to spit out her words as she stretched her trapezius muscles to the fullest.
“Son… ,Suck!”
“Ah!, The time for Aori-san to take medicine has passed!”
Isha looked at her own wristwatch and stopped, pouring her medicine straight into her open mouth.
“Even if you look fine now, if you talk, you might have another seizure…”
Isha, who got up first from her table and bowed her head in apologetic manner, grabbed her wheelchair and immediately began to back up.
Kiik-
Isha disappears down that hallway, showing off the spectacular drift of her career.
‘Is it that serious… ?’
Talking to her a little bit was enough to hurriedly feed her medicine. She still had one aunt, but she seemed to need to find out more.
Aori also heard that she is going to sleep at this house today.
She thinks so-, as she is about to eat pickled garlic on top of rice.
“Oh, son-“
Midori, pouting for some reason, raised her head and glared at me with her flounder eyes.
“Let’s talk!”
I don’t know why I’m so distracted when I’m trying to eat.
*
Contrary to the distraught mind, the scenery of the countryside where the breeze blows. Midori kicked a small pebble on the floor for no reason, grunting.
“I’m a mother, and she pretends to be my girlfriend for a while…”
Midori shook her red-haired head at the thought of Ryu stroking her butt while she was sleeping, or putting side dishes on top of her rice and taking care of her like a girlfriend.
“Her authority as a mother has fallen to the ground…!”
A while ago, she was a mother on her table, but wasn’t Aori more like a mother as she naturally takes care of Ryu?
It was Midori who, for some reason, felt jealousy as if a fire was burning in her chest.
At the same time, Midori was a little frightened by the way her frustratingly knowledgeable Ryu patted her on the head or placed her side dishes on top of the rice as if he were taking care of her girlfriend.
‘It feels like Ryu has loosened up a bit.’
Midori had no choice but to have thoughts that she could not have imagined if she had been like that.
If… , If Ryu really thinks of her as a woman who is not her mother-.
What should Midori do as her mother and head of the family, who of course must protect her family and love her children?
Midori rubbed her neck and leaned her head against the wall, tired of the endless voices in her head.
‘If Ryu continues to see me as a woman even if he scolds me harshly…’
Recalling her thick hand that had been teasing her buttocks and scratching at the folds of her buttocks, Midori moved her feet from the chair she was sitting on.
Because I have to protect the family.
If her man, even her son, builds up her lust, he can pin her down with his thick forearms and drive her deep into her.
Thinking that she was always a safe son, and thinking of the difference in strength between him and her, which she had not been aware of, Midori spread her small hands and looked at her.
“Hand… Should I subtract it with , at least…”
It wouldn’t make sense for her to let her hands out of her child’s relationship with her parents, but there was nothing to stop Ryu from trying to force her legs apart and forcing that big cock into her.
Even when she was subjected to such unimaginable worst-case scenarios, she only realized that there was nothing she could do about it.
No matter how big a mistake he made, Ryu was her son.
Gulp-
The erotic scenes she had seen in her dreams that made her wrinkled brain soggy and the suggestion of ‘I have to be a good mother’ that she always ruminated to herself in her heart were tangled in her head.
“What the hell, when are you coming…”
A tired voice escaped from Midori’s mouth.
The words of the son who said he would come out after finishing the last.
Midori looked up at her sky, thinking that Ryu might not really consider her to be her mother at the sight of Ryu sending her away first.
Vivid blue sky. Floating clouds and fresh wind tickling the side of your face.
Midori waited for Ryu, caressing her dark eyes.
*
Midori, who was eating in the middle of her meal, suddenly rushed to Midori, and in order to clean up her rice pool, which almost fell in the middle and regurgitated, she also had to give her room to Isha and her aunt, who could be called her guests, first. Did.
Midori is her family, so she would understand if she put things off a little later, but her aunt and Isha were practically strangers, so it was only right to treat them more carefully.
She should have let the last remaining guest go.
‘But since I finished it as quickly as possible, it should be fine.’
I walk towards the back of her house, where Midori will be waiting, seeing the monk’s shiny hair walking away.
It was a moment when I was curious about what he would say because he had been trying to show a solemn appearance unlike Midori’s.
About her ass incident earlier, I wondered if she was going to ask.
‘Or not… , It could have been rude to put side dishes on top of the rice bowl.’
The moment I passed the wooden corner and reached the slightly shady backyard of the house, I couldn’t help but stop.
“Damn it… , It’s a start again.”
Sitting on a chair, a pink slut waving his hand as if he was friendly caught my eye.
Again, and damn is a word that is proudly in the standard language.
That’s a fitting word for these exemplary glasses.
Following his habit of fixing glasses when he is nervous or encounters an incident, he inspected them and saw that the screws connecting the frames were slightly loose.
I don’t really believe in superstition, but I feel like it’s an ominous omen.
I felt like I was going to vomit and feel uncomfortable with the flashy pink hair hanging around my eyes.
I’m trying to turn around and go home.
“Ah-! The weather is fine, so how about swimming in the creek naked like a country person?”
What can I do, no matter how rural it is, I can’t swim in the creek naked in a grown state, so I have no choice but to turn my steps.
“Do it in moderation.”
*
Clap-
A pink slut, who plucks my eyebrows with his thumbs, smiles innocently.
“Face your face, why? Are you trying to fuck me hard like dawn?”
No way.
To be scared, he frowned.
Of course, it didn’t work at all. This shrewd a pink slut was teasing me as much as he could, knowing that I still considered Midori a mother.
Pulling up the skirt, a pink slut’s hand was held together with one hand.
The shorts she had already taken off a long time ago were dangling from her ankles.
The red, swollen mound of her cunt was visible in front of her eyes.
Although she was ang-h-hhh, even the touch of her breath made her quiver sensitive, and it seemed like it might hurt.
“Should I lick it soon? Her mother’s cunt, which Ryu cherishes so much, is so swollen.
Do you really think we are beasts and not humans?
What’s the use of licking each other like wounded dogs?
What can I do though?
‘I have to do it now… ‘
They say they plan to sneak out and have an orgy party and give birth to one more kid who doesn’t know who it is.
“I know that? Did Midori masturbate while secretly rubbing her clit with her thighs while watching you?”
A pink slut pressed her lips together with her fingers to make them protrude, then rubbed her pressed ridges on both sides of her, as if to show off her fun side.
Love juice, which had nowhere to get out of her tight mound, bulged out from the front and back of her like hot dog sausages.
A pink slut really shows bottomless vulgarity. The problem is that I can’t help but react to that terribly erotic look.
As she massaged her ass, she felt the pattern on her panties that caught her eye.
The thunder bird-like panties, the middle of which had come up as if brushing my thighs, were wet and white, and fell down onto my protruding front dance.
Back-
Like smoking a cigarette in an ashtray, I put my foot on top of my cock and rubbed my female-smelling panties.
A pink slut pressed two of his lowered fingers into the thick flesh and showed me the fragile inside.
Chew up-
“What are you doing, son? Her mother is leaking like this. Should I suck it up right away and be filial?”
I don’t know since when sucking a wet pussy became filial piety, but in some families in this world, it was a world where I was afraid that it was filial piety.
Side
Her swollen pussy caressed her as if she were lightly placing her lips on the exposed pink flesh.
A pink slut’s wide thighs trembled immediately, and her voluptuous buttocks crushed under the chair.
It was fortunate that they seemed to be moderately satisfied even if they did not suck vigorously.
Earlier, when I was giving the room to Aori, I had asked the assistant who was taking care of her aunt that she had such a friend and how she should seek counseling.
Peck-
“Heuuuuu-♡”
The reason why I knelt down in front of a pink slut for a while and gave Klee a gentle side-.
‘For the momentum to move forward.’
Just as Hanshin crawled between his crotches and vowed revenge. Now, a pink slut listens to what he wants.
Sensing that the juice dripping from my chin had surely gone, I raised my head and looked up at a pink slut, as if he was satisfied.
“Ryu…”
Midori was looking down at me.
Following Hanshin’s story, crawling between a pink slut’s legs… , No it was sucking.
Wouldn’t you believe me if I said that?
“That… , Uh, now while mom is sleeping… , Mu, what did you do!”
“I was putting up with small things and planning big things, mother.”
*
“It was just a small thing…”
Rattle-
Midori locked the door once more and slowly approached me. This is beyond the scope of explanation.
‘I have no choice but to tell Midori the truth.’
While I was about to give up on her and explain to her about the things I had been hypnotizing and the splitting of her personality as a result-.
“I know, I have gone beyond what can be roughly said.”
“I did, just in case… , I really see my mother as a woman…”
Midori’s serious voice overshadowed my words.
“Take off your pants, take out your cock…”
‘Huh?’
“Take off your pants, get your cock out!”
Perhaps, it was a word she came up with after thinking about it.
‘Even so.’
How can I come to such a conclusion?
