After my father passed away, my wife and I returned to our hometown for the first time in a year. My mother looked healthier than I thought when we met again after so long, her neatly made-up face was just like it used to be. After my wife left, it was just me and my mother. Feeling somewhat awkward, I still talked with her. As we spoke, I couldn't take my eyes off her seductively moving lips, and I found myself getting aroused. Though I tried to suppress my excitement, my mother's defenseless demeanor seemed like an invitation, so I decided to sneak into her room at night. When I slipped into my mother's bedroom, I smelled her familiar scent. Quietly lifting the covers, I touched and licked her as if savoring her.
