Bathroom [2]

"Don't be so rude - um -" Margaret hummed, feeling a little uncomfortable yet somewhat pleasurable as she glanced at Elmer's smirk. Tears welled up in Margaret's eyes as she felt like she was engaging in incest with her son.

"It's so soft, Madame. Your upper and lower parts must be equally soft," Elmer praised as he lifted his mother's skirt. He looked at the holy ground wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and sprayed it with the hairspray he had taken. The stockings became semi-transparent, revealing the black pubic hair, and Elmer could see the recessed flesh crack.

Elmer then forced his mother to sit on a plastic chair, spread her legs, and stared at her holy ground for a long time. He asked, "Madame, your legs are so beautiful. You don't need to wear stockings at all. They're not breathable and it's a hot day. Why do you wear them?"

"Because -"