The "mother-son" label was like jet fuel. Wang Yue pinned her against the kitchen wall, holding her hips and slamming into her with everything he had, as if trying to drive his rod straight through her—back into the pussy that had once given him birth.
They spiraled into a madness of give-and-take, forgetting everything but each other. Within minutes, Su Mengyan screamed as she hit a violent peak. Her unique "fountain" constitution triggered, spraying a flood of fluids across his stomach.
Wang Yue roared and unloaded, filling her womb and her pussy to overflowing, dripping onto the kitchen floor.
The climax was shattering, but she wasn't done. The forbidden thrill had turned her into a total nympho. Before the afterglow even faded, she whispered in his ear, "Son, carry me back to the room. I want my sweet son to fuck me all day long!"
Wang Yue didn't need to be told twice. He carried her to the bedroom, the half-finished breakfast completely forgotten.
