Chapter 7 – Going to School

“I love you mother. I love you so much.”
I said looking at her mother.
Mother seemed to have no strength at all, so she was just limp.
After a short time, she suddenly began to cry quietly as her mother came back to her senses.
I quietly took her by the shoulders of her mother and held her tightly in my arms.
Even though it was natural to be angry, her mother was just crying.
“Mother, I love you so very much. I love my mother more than anything else. I’m not sorry or guilty for what we’ve done right now. There was never a moment I didn’t love my mother. I will always love you mother forever. Mother, you are my life. I will definitely make my mother happy.”
I calmly confessed my heart.
It was something I felt as I was talking, but I didn’t feel sorry at all.
I am very fortunate and happy at this moment.
Perhaps this feeling is also a sense of alienation from having the mind of a 40-year-old in a body of a teenager.
The mother in my arms now was not a mother, but a young woman in her 30s, and I felt like I had sex because I loved her so much.
That’s why my mother felt so lovable.
I was filled with only proud joy that I had found my natural love and was able to win it.
I feel the woman trembling in my arms, and the confession that I will make her mother happy has become my sincere promise.

However, my mother was just crying without saying anything.
I put my hand on her mother’s shoulder and waited for her to stop crying.
Of course, as if comforting my woman, I gently caressed her mother’s shoulder.
Her mother, who had been crying bitterly for a long time, sniffed her nose as she wiped her face with her hands.
The tears seemed to have stopped somehow.
I pulled her mother away and hugged her from behind and jumped her to her feet.
“Ruler! My dear mother, you have to wash up now.”
I smiled brightly and said with an expression that I couldn’t stand it because it was so lovely.
But my mother was just looking at me with sad eyes.
It seemed that there were no more tears.
“What do we do now? I mean, we shouldn’t be like this.”
The mother shook her head and she started crying again.
I was slightly taken aback by her mother’s tears, but on the contrary, I found her pathetic mother very lovely.
So, holding her mother’s face lightly in her hands, she looked into her mother’s tear-filled eyes and said,
“Look at me, mother. Do you love me mother? I know better than anyone. She knows that her mother loves me more than her life. I also love my mother more than my life and hers. I know I shouldn’t have done this, but I had to do it. However, I never regret it. Even if this happens again, I will definitely embrace and love my mother. I love you from the bottom of my heart, not as a mother, but as a woman.”
My mother said nothing and she just stared into my face very sadly as her tears dripped.
The moment I saw the glimpse of despair in her mother’s eyes, my heart sank.
So, I strongly pushed her mother.
“Mother, why are you like this? What should I do if my mother is having such a hard time right now? When her mother suffers, she suffers too. Then she, the son her mother loved, could not live any longer. Does my mother want me to be wrong with the guilt she values ​​more than her life?”
I tightened her eyes, looked at her mother, and said strongly.
I could see the light flashing in my mother’s eyes.
The mother shook her head from side to side as she hastily wiped away her tears.
Then he cupped my cheeks with his hand.
“No. No. Our dear son, you can never go wrong.”
There was a hint of urgency in her mother’s voice, as if she had never cried.
“Yes. Is it so. I’m never wrong As long as I have a mother whom I love, I can never go wrong. Mother’s emotions may be difficult because of guilt, sorry, and various emotions, but we have to live, right? And, we value and love each other more than our lives, right? I will be your mother’s strength. Mother, please be the strength I can endure.”
The mother’s eyes shook violently.
Suddenly she hugged me to her chest.
“I’m sorry, my son. I’m sorry mom. It’s all her mother’s fault.”
“No. Mother, we did nothing wrong. We loved each other. Mother I really love you.”
“Okay. Know. Mom too, I love my son a lot.”
I pulled my mother’s face and started kissing her deeply and passionately, with all my love.
As if she felt my sincere heart, my mother responded to my kiss with her eyes tightly closed.
I thought that we should definitely recognize our love.
After kissing deeply for a long time, he again caressed her mother’s breast gently.
My mother acknowledged my words, but she did not yet accept them in her heart, and she reacted weakly in denial.
So, while sucking her mother’s lips even more, I intensely caressed her breasts.
“Ah.. Ah.. Ah..”
At one point, as my mother’s moans began to leak out, she actively accepted me.
We started having sex again.
Her mother, who opened up her body and mind, hugged me as if she was going to get rid of all her loneliness, and she embraced my body violently.
“Ahhhhh.
“Ah… Ah… So… Big… Inside… It’s… Full… Like… Ah…”
“Ah…Ah… Son… You’re so… Good… Ah… I feel like I’m going to die… Bad…”
Mother let out a sound of her lust that was incomparable to that of earlier.
Once again I squirted my cum into my mother’s womb.
I was worried about my mother’s pregnancy in my head for a moment, but I was someone who couldn’t have children because I had very little sperm in the past.
The worry quickly disappeared.

We carefully wiped our bodies wet with sweat and love juice and went up to the room.
It was already past 12 o’clock.
The younger siblings were already asleep.
After lying down next to my mother, I approached her and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.
It was still a worried face, but it was a face that had found more stability than before.
“I love you mother.”
I whispered softly in her mother’s ear and smiled brightly.
Then my mother smiled weakly and looked up at me.
As I slowly lowered her head to her mother’s lips, the mother opened her mouth slightly as she closed her eyes.
He gently touched her mother’s breast with her hand while kissing her gently.
“Hmm..”
I heard my mother’s low moaning.
After a mutual kiss of love and intimacy, she said, “Good night, Mother,” And lay down next to her mother.

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From the mother’s point of view, Kim Hee-kyung
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I feel very good these days.
My beloved son suddenly changed.
After that night when he called me mother and told me he loved me, my son seemed to be a completely different person.
The son, who didn’t listen to his mother, did tricks, and always came late to do something outside, came home right after school that day, studied, and taught his younger siblings to study.
However, the way he taught me was as laid-back and mature as a teacher.
For some reason, I felt an unfamiliar feeling, as if my son had grown up.
However, the appearance of such a son was very trustworthy.

My son suddenly started exercising a few days ago.
He kept running up the rooftops, doing push-ups, sit-ups… It was a really hard workout.
I was sweating profusely with my top shirt off, and I felt strange when I saw my son’s body dripping with sweat.
At some point, such a son made me feel like a man, and I spent a lot of time staring at his body in a daze without realizing it.
Now he’s a young son, only 17 years old, and he somehow didn’t seem to be able to handle it.

And, my son’s expression of love has increased dramatically these days, he kisses me in my ear dozens of times a day saying he loves me.
At first, it was strange and awkward for some reason, but now, when my son approaches, I unknowingly stick out my cheek.
When my son put the erection object in the valley of my butt in the morning, I was surprised at first, but now that my son has reached puberty to reveal this, I thought it was a wonderful idea and stayed still.

My son gives me a massage often.
It was something I had never done before in my life.
At first, my son’s touching my body was disgusting to the point that it felt like a man caressing my body.
But now I feel comfortable when my son’s hand is placed on my body.
When my son massages my body, I feel strangely relaxed and my body opens up.
When my son’s hand massages my thighs and buttocks, I feel pleasure as my body floats.
Unknowingly, hot heat is rising from my genital area, and the love juice is gushing out.
I think the hands of my 17-year-old son are like the hands of an old magician.
When my son is done with his massage, he always lies behind me and pushes the erection into the valley of my ass and massages my breasts with his hands.
At first, I thought it was a cute act of my beloved son, but at some point, the feeling of his son’s big erection on my buttocks makes me strangely excited.
I wondered if I was going crazy when I got excited while getting a massage from my son.
However, seeing my son, who I love so much, give me such a hard massage for me is so touching that I absolutely cannot refuse it.
Of course, the excitement that my son gives me also plays a big part.

My husband hasn’t come home for over a month already.
My hot body in my mid-30s would suddenly burn hot even in the exhaustion of everyday life.
That’s why I can’t masturbate when I sleep with my children in one room.
I just splashed cold water on my body and rubbed my genitals for a while while washing.
Recently, my son keeps begging me to touch his body, which has become bumpy with muscles.
It was funny and cute to see him like that, but when I touched his biceps and pectoral muscles, I had to groan inwardly without realizing it.
My son, now older than me, was giving off a strong manly scent every day.
My son stimulates me with that big thing, but it even gives off such a strong man’s smell that my body gets hot without knowing it, and the number of times I masturbate is increasing.

That day too, I looked after the kids’ beds and secretly looked out on the rooftop where my eldest son was exercising.
Today, as always, the son was wielding a long iron rod like a sword.
The sweat glistening all over the body, the muscles of the arms and back flaking under it…
Unknowingly, the pubic area twitched and poured out the juice.
Looking at my son, I felt ashamed to do this, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his son, who looked like a statue of David.
Perhaps it was because it was a hot day, or perhaps it was because I was unknowingly excited by the sight of my son.
I couldn’t stay like this, so I went to the bathroom earlier than usual to cool off my hot body.
I was just taking off my clothes and pouring water on my son when he knocked on the door asking me to take a bath with him.
A conflict arose for a while, ‘Shall I ask you to wait a minute?’, But my beloved son, who had been working out until a while ago, knocked on the door, but he just opened it.
I opened the door slightly and looked at my son, who strangely glanced up and down my body, his eyes twinkling.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, I quickly locked the door and sat down with my son on my back.
I heard a rustle behind my son as he undressed.
For some reason, I feel like my son is staring at me from behind.
I’m watering and soaping now, but all my nerves are on my son behind me.
It’s just a son, but I was very concerned about it because I was excited by myself while watching my son earlier.
Unusually, I was startled when my son offered to soap my back.
I couldn’t look at my son, so I just put his hand out behind me.
My son’s hand touched my back.
It felt hot like being scalded.
My son’s hand began to move slowly, and I slightly turned my head toward him.
Ah! But isn’t it that my son’s penis is getting a big erection right in front of me?
It was definitely my son’s belongings, but I felt ashamed for a moment as if I had seen the belongings of a stranger, and my heart beat like crazy.
While looking at his son’s things while blushing, ‘Isn’t this guy embarrassing? I’m giving it all up casually in front of her mom.’
Looking at my son’s face, he was just rubbing my back calmly as if he hadn’t thought about anything.
For some reason, I felt relieved and at ease.
Suddenly, my body jerked forward.
My son seems to have lost his balance and pushed me.
I unconsciously grabbed the legs of my son standing in front of me to keep him from falling forward.
‘Help…’
The right hand is holding the son’s thigh, but the left hand is holding the son’s large object.
I was so surprised that I looked up at my son.
I had to let go of the hand holding my son’s things, but strangely I couldn’t let go.
No, maybe I wanted to catch it from the beginning.
Looking into his son’s eyes, his body stiffened like a herbivore in front of a beast.
My son gently led me towards his belongings.
My son’s stuff is right in front of my face.
I felt like I could swallow it right away if I opened my mouth.
I looked at the things my son was holding with his left hand.
It was said that it was unbelievably big for a 17-year-old child, bigger than most adults.
I was able to hold it with one hand, but I could only grab the bottom of the object.
The glans had already been peeled off.
It seemed larger and more powerful than her husband’s.
The son’s object was pulsating violently as it burned hot in his hand.
The moment I felt the heat of my son’s cock, I could feel my vagina twitching and the juices gushing out.
My son has been demanding while pulling on my shoulder.
Feeling helpless, I closed my eyes and put my son’s thing in my mouth.
For some reason, I felt like I already knew this was going to happen.
‘My beloved son, I can do this much for you. My son is cuter than I thought.’
Every time I looked at my son’s face, he smiled brightly at me as I was biting something.
It seemed that his son’s circumstances were approaching.
She eagerly sucked his son’s dick.
His son’s semen squirted into my mouth.
It was a lot more than expected, and the smell of chestnut flowers was very strong.
Suddenly, I thought that this situation was very interesting, and I swallowed the semen.
When I looked up at my son to see if he was okay, his son’s eyes were burning.
My body was already burning hot.
The moment I felt my son’s strong male scent, my body was already in a state of excitement.
My son lifted me up with a strong hug.
And it hit my lips hard.
I thought, ‘I can’t go any further than this,’ but I couldn’t move because of the strong embrace of my beloved son.
She opened her mouth slightly and passively helped her son kiss.
Reason still remained.
My son, who had been kissing me while sucking my tongue for a while, started caressing my breasts.
While the feeling of the nipples twisting between his fingers was increasing, the son brought the rest of his breast into his mouth.
I groaned involuntarily and clung to my son.
My son’s breast caressing skill was so unplayable that it was hard to believe that he was a 17-year-old.
He twisted and kneaded the nipple with his fingers, sucked the entire breast with his mouth, rolled the nipple with his tongue, and bit it gently with his teeth.
Gradually, my excitement increased, and I reached a climax without knowing it.
From the hole, love juice flowed down like a flood.
After reaching the climax, the son’s caressing of the chest did not know the end.
Excitement began to rise again, but suddenly my son ran his finger across my back and spine.
I was very curious about where the hell a 17-year-old had learned these petting skills.
But soon the thought was blown away by a stimulating caress.
In an instant, the strength went out of his body, and he reached a climax in an instant.
Her entire body stiffened, and love juice ran like crazy from her hole.
I wondered what had happened to me to have reached my climax twice from his son’s caress.
I couldn’t move my body at all.
My mind was also in a hazy state.
After a while, I was squatting, leaning against my son’s body.
The posture is uncomfortable, but it was okay because my son held me tight.
Suddenly something entered the hole entrance.
It was his son’s finger.
“Ah! No. No more.”
I shouted, but my voice came out so low that I could barely hear it.
My body was in a drowsy state with the climax of number 2, but when my son’s hand began to stir in my hole, a hot pleasure rose again from the pubic area.
She leaned her face against her son’s chest, her hands gripping his thighs.
My body started to tremble with pleasure as a fever radiated from my body.
‘Is my body this hot? Did I miss the man?’ I thought to myself.
And, I reached the climax once again.

I felt like my son grabbed me by the waist and pulled me up.
I placed my hand on the wall as my son told me to, and pulled him back.
I couldn’t come to my senses, so I hung my head down.
Suddenly, my son’s big thing pushed through my hole mercilessly.
It didn’t hurt even though the big thing came in, probably because I had spilled a lot of juice.
I felt a sense of fullness and a sense of immense satisfaction that seemed to fit inside me.
‘Ah. No! I can’t do this!” I thought, but no words came out anymore.
I couldn’t put into words the tremendous feeling that my son’s stuff gave me.
There was only screams and moans.
My climax came up from time to time from my son’s powerful pumping, and I felt like dying from the crazy feeling of climax I was experiencing for the first time.
Finally, it seemed that my son, who had been moving like crazy, was about to ejaculate.
My son grabbed my hips and started to ejaculate vigorously, deep inside me, into my womb.
‘Ah. I can’t do it.’ Even when I thought about it, my thoughts disappeared with such a good feeling of climax.
As my son backed away, I lost my strength and sank to the floor.
My whole body was covered with sweat, and my vagina and my son’s semen were dripping from my vagina.

After sitting for a while, tears suddenly started to flow.
My whole body trembled and fear welled up.
I thought for a moment that I wanted to see my husband, but the thought that I hated him grew louder.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought, ‘What should I do next?’.
My son came over and hugged me tightly and patted him on the shoulder.
I hated it and had goosebumps all over my body.
I hated my son who raped me, but what I hated the most was that I felt so many climaxes in his son’s body, and I hated myself for leaving.
I wanted to get angry, but I had no strength, so I was just shedding tears.
My son kept saying something to me, but I couldn’t hear anything.
I just wanted to get away from this place quickly.
But suddenly, I heard a sound in my ears that my son was going to die because something went wrong.
My mind flashed in an instant.
Tears flowed in.
What I hated and hated about my son disappeared in an instant, as if it had never happened, and the son I loved so much came into my eyes.
‘No! I can’t let my son, who is worth more than my life, go wrong.’
A strong maternal instinct came alive.
I looked at my son’s face.
When I saw my son who wouldn’t hurt even if I put it in my eyes, I thought it didn’t matter what happened.
He hugged his son tightly.
As I recalled the recent appearance of my son, the son in front of me looked so reliable and trustworthy.
‘Okay. What is this body? For whom have I lived until now? As long as my son can’t be wrong, I’m fine.’
My son has been coveting my lips.
I couldn’t deny it any longer.
The son’s caress began again.
Maybe because I changed my mind, I felt a stronger stimulation than before.
My body was becoming more active.
No more useless feelings like guilt and sorry.
The son’s things that I felt in my body, now felt so good.
Suddenly, a feeling of excitement and happiness rose from deep inside my body.
I had great sex with my son once again.
My son, without hesitation, ejaculated deep inside me again, and I was able to taste a tremendous climax.
We washed each other and returned to our rooms.
My son came up to me and kissed me sweetly as I was still languid with the afterglow of the climax.
As I felt a strong sense of happiness, I loved my son even more.
‘Okay. Living like this I would do anything for my son.’
That’s how I became my son’s woman.

My son never asked for my body at any time.
He hugged me at the right time and with the right attitude, as if he were my husband.
It was hardly the lustful look of a 17-year-old adolescent boy.
I could feel that they respected and loved me more than anyone else.
As I was relieved to see such a son, I came to love him even more.
I have come to love and depend on my son to the point of forgetting that I have a husband.
For some reason, I felt strongly that this was fate.
I couldn’t feel the feeling of a young son that I felt before at all in my son’s appearance, and I felt like an adult than me.
When I was holding my son, I felt a sense of stability without even realizing it, and I was able to discover myself becoming dependent.
It wasn’t strange at all, and I felt a great sense of happiness as I felt it was natural.
‘Okay. My son and I must have been a couple in a previous life. Otherwise, how could he feel this way as a son?’
I could no longer treat my son as a son.
I came to love him sincerely, treating him as an adult and as my father-in-law.