A few years after my father passed away. My husband and I returned to our parents' home for the memorial service. Her mother, who was depressed, seems to have regained her energy recently, and welcomed us back home. She's old, but she's always been a beautiful mother. I ended up spying on her mother bathing. Excited, I asked her wife to act, but she flatly refused. Unable to sleep, I stumbled into her mother's bedroom. An immoral act of visiting her mother at night. I gently turn over the futon and play a trick on her mother, her mother's crotch becomes slightly damp, and while I play with her mother's crotch, I shoot her sperm down her buttocks. The next day, I hugged her mother when she was alone. A mother who says that such a thing is not good for parents and children. I felt that she was aware of the night crawling, so I begged her that I could not stand it because I had no sexual intercourse with her wife, and that my mother was the only one I could ask. Only this time, the mother reluctantly agreed and released her son's semen with her mouth and hands. Unsatisfied with my erotic act with her mother, I head to her bedroom again. Mother's sigh leaking out faintly. My mother was thrilled to have her son's penis in her mouth for the first time in years. Moreover, her mother, who saw a young cock whose erection did not heal even when she fired, quietly woke her up. I felt happy that her mother was masturbating in her daytime act, and I got a chance to connect with her favorite mother. I refused to dislike it, but my ripe body that became sensitive to masturbation could not be calmed down, and I was connected to my mother. The mother, who was violently put in and out many times, was led to her climax by her son.
