After all, the death of a rabbit makes the fox mourn, and all creatures of the same kind feel sad. If her son just casually abandoned the woman, even she would feel heartbroken when she saw it.

Ye Hong suddenly asked, “Mom, are you putting yourself in my shoes again?” Then he stared at her with sharp eyes, “But, mom is mom.”

Mom is not a wife, nor is she the mistress of a harem; Mom will not be played around by him like a sow, nor will she be a bitch. Mom is always a transcendent mother who does not compete to be above all things.

Chapter 157 What to Eat

Ye Hong was not sure what his mother was thinking at the moment. She had never gotten angry or complained about his harassment. She had always acquiesced and was even more proactive than before. But he could feel the struggle she was going through better than anyone else and understood what she had given up.

Ye Hong once thought, if both of them didn’t have so many moral bottom lines, would they have no concerns and wouldn’t have to be so entangled?

Men are yang and women are yin. The combination of yin and yang creates life and reproduces life. These are all natural things. However, this natural thing becomes unnecessarily complicated when it comes to two people.

The only mistake lies in the word “blood relationship”. They are mother and son. No matter in ancient or modern times, extraordinary or vulgar, heaven or society would not like to see an unethical union.

Ye Hong knew that he wanted his mother and longed for her very much, but he always remembered that she was his biological mother and felt guilty about being intimate with her.

At this moment, he could feel the pressure of her plump body, feel her endless softness, and take a deep sniff of the fragrance emanating from her. All of this gradually aroused the desires deep in his heart. He liked to smell the scent of his mother and get lost in her scent. At this moment, the two of them seemed like real lovers, a love affair regardless of age. But it was only at this time that he vaguely felt that he was not free like a slave, and there was a desire in his heart, a desire for spiritual satisfaction and tranquility, not just physical pleasure.

He found that he was always consciously or subtly moving towards a certain direction, and became a person alienated by desire. In the end, he could only satisfy his own sense of existence by indulging in desires and through sensory stimulation, and even dragged his mother into the obscene depravity.

But if you think about it carefully, this is a complete reversal of cause and effect. In fact, sex does not produce love. Only true love can produce perfect sex, not just physical satisfaction.

Because satisfaction is not just about the physical level.

Like Xiao Zi, or Master, their lack of desire is not because his skills are not good enough, but because there are obstacles in their brains that suppress love, or fear or hatred, or they are hesitant about him completely devoting his body and mind – this is a problem of love, not a problem of sex.

“…What’s wrong?” Ye Wanqing asked softly, “What are you thinking about?”

Because she was sure that her son would not force herself, she always stayed obediently in his arms and under him, as if accepting his protection.

At this moment, a gentle smile appeared on her face, which seemed to be the formula for dealing with everything, allowing all sins to be embraced by absolute maternal love.

“Mom… I’m not sure,” he confided in a low voice, “When I press you under me and listen to you moan because of me, I will feel very excited, as if you have brought me to a whole new… position through these erotic sounds?”

This position is the position of the conqueror.

“But this is you voluntarily giving up some of the authority to command me and dominate me, which results in you being oppressed by me, as if you were being persecuted.”

“This makes me wonder, is this all out of happiness? Is this a flattery from the heart, or is it a plea for mercy out of necessity? In my heart, I actually hope that I can finish it soon…”

“Also, I often hear such moans, so I feel smug and think that I have conquered you, women. Isn’t this a ridiculous idea?”

Although her son’s words were incoherent, Ye Wanqing understood what he wanted to express. Generally speaking, he attached great importance to sexual harmony, even more important than anything else.

Then she couldn’t help but sigh. After all, her son was just a little fool. How could he have such primitive ideas of reproductive worship?

His ideas are like castles in the air, without the slightest basis, yet his ego is entirely built on them, making it difficult to correct them even if one wants to.

So she said nothing, slowly stretched out her arms, slowly embraced him, hugged him, and accompanied him.

She looked at her son, her eyes full of tenderness and many deep and complex emotions that ordinary people could not see.

In fact, to be honest, it is not only having sex that messes up the order of generations. They, mother and son, have already done something out of line several times, but they still deceive themselves into thinking that it is okay to comfort each other as long as they don’t take the last step.

That’s all.

After a long silence, Ye Wanqing asked him shyly, “Can you solve it yourself?”

Just like before, mom’s body is lent to you.

In the past, when her son was young, she used her body to satisfy his appetite. Now that he is older, she needs to use her body to satisfy another desire of his.

Ye Hong looked at his mother, and after getting her consent, he slowly kissed her on the lips. This kind of kiss was no different from a kiss between lovers.

Ye Wanqing closed her eyes and accepted her son’s kiss.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of time reversal, as if the mother and son had returned to the past and were playing intimate games together. When he was young and ignorant, he made bold statements that he would marry his mother in the future, but he did not expect that his words would come true.

The feeling of kissing someone, especially a loved one, feels so comfortable, so beautiful, and full of reassuring peace.

At that moment, she felt like she was tasting forbidden fruit.

The son always complains that he is not good enough, not outstanding enough, and not enough of a man to make her heart beat, but in fact, no man can compare to the caring son.

Ye Hong kissed his mother and caressed her, one hand moving from her waist to her hips, groin, and groin. Her body curves were perfect, the kind that was plump and sexy. The other hand moved from her side to her chest, slowly pushing forward and covering her with his palm. The warm touch was like heaven.

“Mom, it’s so soft and elastic.” Ye Hong couldn’t help but say.

Ye Wanqing rolled her eyes and said nothing out of shyness.

So he added jokingly, “I really want to eat it in one bite.”

Hearing her son’s teasing, she seemed to be both angry and happy, “You are so old, aren’t you ashamed?”

“I heard that as long as you don’t stop breastfeeding, you will always have milk.” He said softly, with some emotion, “It would be great if I hadn’t been weaned yet, so I could lie in my mother’s arms and drink milk.”

She pretended to be angry and said, “You are getting more and more ridiculous! You might as well just destroy your mother to death.”

“No, I can’t bear to do that.”

To take a step back, even if the person is dead, the ashes must be mixed together.

Ye Hong actually likes the feeling of teasing his mother like this. After all, the pleasure between lovers is nothing more than this.

Imagine that maybe the right way to start the game is to chat about trivial daily things with your mother while doing something, and ask her, “Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight?”

Chapter 158 Lost

Ye Hong had almost been defeated in the battle between desire and reason. His hands kept moving and he began to boldly express his love to his mother with words, constantly testing her tolerance and acceptance.

Although Ye Wanqing had made some preparations in her heart, she still couldn’t help feeling shy. Her heart was pounding and her face felt as if it was burning. She had no place to put her hands, so she put them on her son’s waist. This posture was extremely ambiguous.

After just a short while of touching, she couldn’t bear it anymore, so she raised her hands, hoping to block her son’s attack. Ye Hong wanted to pull his mother’s hands away and continue being intimate.

The mother and son stared at each other, her chest rising and falling with her breathing. She was very clear about what she meant. How could he pinch her there? And he didn’t pinch her hard enough. It was too much.

So Ye Hong went over and apologized honestly, and acted like a spoiled child. He hugged his mother and said that he had not controlled his strength just now.

His breath was soft and itchy beside her ears. She still didn’t say anything, but let go of her hands. Ye Hong was delighted to see this, but he didn’t dare to be impatient like before. He stroked her gently, slowly, and gently.

Ye Wanqing closed her beautiful eyes, tensed her body, and lay there motionless like a piece of wood. She didn’t speak, didn’t resist, and didn’t respond. She just let her son hold her and rub her as much as he wanted.

Things are progressing quickly between the two of them, and perhaps it won’t be long before they can be honest with each other.

He lifted her left breast with a happy look on his face, bent down and kissed her through her clothes. Ye Wanqing suddenly opened her eyes and pushed his head away, but her chest was soaked with saliva, leaving a wet mark. She was a little annoyed, and put her hands quietly on her son’s head and stared at him, but she did not mean to blame him. Ye Hong was a little dazed, because his mother’s face was so red, so beautiful, and she seemed to be hesitating whether to resist and to what extent.

A sentence suddenly popped up in his mind: men cannot disrespect women, but they cannot respect women too much either.

Just like the last time the Master showed a hint of weakness in front of him, he seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity without hesitation and pounced on her.

With this in mind, Ye Hong made up his mind, thinking that at this time as long as he insisted again and again, his mother would simply make up her mind to let him do it.

She had long realized what she ultimately wanted.

Mom, spread your legs a little more.

Mom, can I take off my pants?

Ye Wanqing was speechless and helpless. She had a stern face and a dignified expression. She deliberately didn’t say anything, hoping that he would give up. However, Ye Hong quickly took off his pants, revealing an upbeat spirit. Because he was lying on his side next to his mother, the white thing rested on her skirt and against her thigh. In a lover’s hug, he pressed tightly against her body.

Ye Wanqing looked down. This was not the first time she had seen her son’s tool. At this moment, she was thinking to herself that she was an unqualified city. Sooner or later, the battering ram would break through her city gates, and the enemy would go in and out of her body, take away her fertile land, cultivate it, and sow seeds.

She felt that life was absurd. She had gone through so much trouble to give birth to him, raise him up despite all the difficulties, and then have him respect her like this, as if she had given birth to a son just to use him.

Looking at her son lying in her arms, she clearly realized that this was exactly what she was thinking in her heart. She gave birth to him to satisfy her own emotional needs, so her son was innocent. He was forced to come into this world, forced to be without a father since childhood, forced to be filial to his mother, and forced to fall in love with his mother. All this, in the final analysis, was because she, as an adult, established contact with him in order to satisfy her own desires, the desire to experience being a mother, the desire to relieve loneliness, and the desire to enjoy family laughter.

Ye Wanqing has clearly realized that her son is obsessed with her, which is exactly what she subconsciously expects. She knows that he is very dependent on her as a mother, and now looking back, it can be said that he is obsessed.

But she always thought that she was his biological mother and he was her biological son, so she would not lose her bottom line and anything would happen to her.

On the one hand, she was afraid that if she treated him too harshly, she would lose her son again and her only spiritual support; on the other hand, she still held on to the last self-deceiving idea that he was just a temporary “love” and it would be okay as long as he didn’t take the last step. Her psychological defenses began to loosen little by little, and at most she would just get angry with her son, reproach him tenderly, or acquiesce, or accept him, without explicitly rejecting, criticizing, or punishing him at the most critical moment.

The best time to cut off troubles has passed, and now things have become out of control.

Therefore, she did not stop some of his male courtship behaviors in time, such as frequent hugging, kissing on the cheek, and falling asleep in each other’s arms. Until a few days ago, she, who had basically never had that kind of dream, woke up from her sleep as if haunted by a nightmare. She actually dreamed of having sex with her own son, which disrupted her inner peace and aroused her sexual instincts. At this time, she realized how terrible her heart was. ** is not enough to describe it, it is **.

How could my son have the misfortune of having a mother like me? He is so unlucky.

Ye Wanqing began to feel guilty, but her body began to react at this moment, and she also felt comfortable and happy in her mind. She wanted to stop him before it was too late, but she was afraid of losing his love and that he would no longer be interested in her.

Sometimes people are really full of contradictions and entanglements.

Out of rationality, she wanted to scold him loudly, I am your mother, is this how you want to *your mother?

But as soon as I see him acting coquettishly towards me, my heart immediately softens. He is just a child. What’s wrong with him liking his mother?

She knew that she also had an unshirkable responsibility, and she also wanted it…

She admitted that she was an unqualified mother. Even when he was pressing her down, she did not feel disgusted at all and felt very happy. She also felt happy when she heard him say that he wanted to breastfeed. Thinking back to when she was breastfeeding, she saw how well behaved he was when breastfeeding and how he never bit his mother.

When my son was little, I would give him a bath. As a mother, he had never seen or touched that part of my body. So what did it matter if his little hand accidentally touched that part of my body?

In that case, let him go crazy…

When he gets tired of playing with me, I will still be his mother.

Ye Hong noticed something strange about his mother at this moment, the most obvious being the change in her eyes. He was very familiar with that kind of emotion, the obsession with the other person’s love, the expectation to fill the emptiness in his heart, the hope to get each other’s attention, praise and love.

He knew that his mother had acquiesced or accepted all his rebellious behavior. He had seen many such cases. She would probably “strictly guard” the last barrier and not allow him to engage in real hand-to-hand combat. However, this was just deceiving herself and others, because her mother’s psychology had undergone subtle changes. The defenders had no intention of defending the city, and this “last barrier” would be lost sooner or later.