Chapter 5 Crossing the Boundary

The next morning, I lay in bed thinking about what happened last night, as if I was dreaming, but it did happen

At the end of last night, I didn't even have the courage to face my mother, but now I have to face her

My family is going to church for a service on Sunday, so I have to go downstairs for breakfast

All my previous worries were unfounded, and my mother acted as usual

At first I thought it was just a cover-up, and she would soon reveal her nervousness.

But that's not the case. Somehow, my mother seemed to be the intimate behavior last night that didn't change each other's lives as I thought.

This whole day was like the usual weekend, from church to home in the afternoon, and even dinner time

Dad's cold seems to be getting better, but he seems to feel uncomfortable after dinner

He sat on the lounge chair and hugged in the blanket his mother had placed on him

Mom walked to the sofa and pulled my hand up and dragged me up

Dad won't care that I'll drag your partner away, right? Mom asked

Of course not, dad raised his head from the book and said with a smile, "You can take him away for anything." He also waved his hand as he said

When I arrived at the piano room, my mother pushed me to the piano and prepared the score. I got down immediately. After saying that, I turned around and went to the stairs.

I opened the music score and stood it up, then ran to the living room and took a down cushion on the piano bench.

After a while, my mother came back

She seems to be a little different from just now, but I can't tell you what it is

Was he washed his face?

Or did you apply lip balm?

I really can't tell where she is different, but I just think it's a little different

My mother stopped in front of the piano stool and shook off the slippers on her feet. Her tight calf curves were very graceful. When she looked at the cushion on the piano stool, my breathing was also held.

Is this for me? Mom asked

Yes, I nodded

Thank you, Mom smiled and said, hooking the toes of one foot against the ankle of the other foot, and then sliding upwards over the calf

Then are you ready? She asked, looking down at the piano bench, I have been pulled closer to the piano

I nodded again, and then was a little overwhelmed by my mother's sudden movements

Her hands pulled up the dark green loose pleated skirt from both sides of her body, revealing half of her thighs, and walked to the middle of the piano bench and piano with her skirt, then sat on the mat, then turned around and looked at me

Sitting over and playing together, Joe turned to face the piano after saying that

I walked towards my mother in a dress, stepped over the piano bench barefoot and sat down close to her.

I immediately felt that because my mother sat on the soft cushion as I imagined, her butt became softer and plump

Mom put her hands on the keys to start playing, then turned her head, as if she was waiting for something

Let's start, I said

But my mother still didn't start playing, so I repeated it again, but she still didn't move.

So I raised my hand and put it on her butt

Immediately, she started playing in front of the piano

My hands were stroking her waist back and forth, enjoying the tightness of her waist and the softness of her hips. This was such a perfect body!

My hand reached forward again, and my fingers touched the depression of her belly button through the clothes. I really hoped that I could put my hand directly on her lower abdomen, imagining her golden pubic hair extending from her soft abdomen to the bushes of the mons pubic pubic hair.

Although my mother's hair color is dark brown, this does not hinder my fantasy

I've seen a few pubic hairs exposed by her underwear before, and I know that it's indeed brown.

Mom continued to play the piano as if nothing had happened, even though my hand was stroking her sensitive parts

After a while, my hand moved upwards, covering my mother's chest, and my mother's body trembled slightly.

Her breasts are so soft that my palms can feel that the shape of the breasts seems to be different from before

Mom doesn't wear a bra!

I can only see half of my mother's face, but from my perspective, I can see the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she is smiling

I wasn't sure, because the smile flashed and disappeared soon. I even had some doubts whether this was something I imagined.

Whether it is true or not, my mother is obviously not troubled by my behavior

If I was still doubting whether this behavior of transgression was allowed by my mother, but when my mother turned the music score a page, this doubt also disappeared

It turns out that I forgot to go and read the music...

I was encouraged by my mother and covered her breasts with all my hands, and then I began to gently squeeze and massage the two soft breasts, just like kneading two sexy water balls with both hands. Be careful to avoid accidentally pressing them.

In order not to disturb her playing, I carefully leaned my head on my mother's back and continued my loving embrace.

When I felt that my mother raised her hand and wanted to turn another page, my hands moved up again, grabbed my breasts even tighter, and gently drew circles beside her nipples. This is the place I could only touch in my dreams.

Then I loosened my palms and gently pinched my mother's wonderful nipples with my fingers

Fuck Ah, this is so cool

My firm cock was already pushed into the soft flesh in my mother's buttocks. While thrusting my waist gently, I continued to rub her nipples outside her clothes.

At this moment, my mind was imagining that she was grabbing my mother's naked breasts, and her reddish-brown nipples stood out from between my fingers

I was about to cum, my cock was so hard that it seemed to explode. I couldn't stop the climax from coming, unless I could completely erase the erotic scene in my mind, leave her soft butt, and release her breasts

But I couldn't do it at all, so the sticky white liquid gushed out and rushed out of my urethra, like a tide surge rather than a radius eruption. The amount of ejection was too much, and the crotch was sticky and wet inside.

When I saw the surroundings again, I realized that my mother had stopped playing, and my fingers were still holding her breasts, but my fingers had loosened their nipples and stopped rubbing them.

I just quietly held my breasts, leaned against my mother's back, slowly recovering from my breathing

A wonderful sense of happiness enveloped me. I really didn't want to let go, but realized that I had to clean myself up.

When my mother played again, I still let go of her breasts and left reluctantly

What's wrong with you? Mom asked

Oh, nothing, I'm going to the bathroom, I replied shyly

Come back soon, her voice is not high, but a little hurry

I went upstairs, took off my shorts in the laundry room, cleaned them up briefly, and threw my shorts and underwear into the laundry basket, which was still covered with sticky semen.

I walked back to the room half naked, imagining the feeling of touching my mother while playing the piano, and the big dick swaying between my legs became hard again

I quickly took off my T-shirt, put on my pajamas, and trotted downstairs and returned to the piano room.

This is a good idea. Mom heard the footsteps behind her and looked back at me and said.

I stepped over the piano bench again and sat back behind my mother, imagining that my mother was wearing pajamas naked like me. This was also a great temptation for me and my hard brothers under me.

Maybe we should all change our clothes before practicing tomorrow night, I suggest

That sounds like a good idea. Mom also agreed, tomorrow night? Are you saying that we will practice every night in the future?

I think practicing every day is also a good idea. I said, we have to do our best, right?

Of course, mom gasped

I snuggled up to my mother and noticed that the hem of the skirt that was originally pressed under her butt and thighs had been piled up behind her and wrinkled into a ball.

She no longer sits on her skirt

After my mother started playing the piano, I carefully held the hem of the skirt in my hand so that she would not notice it.

I quickly glanced at the living room, then quietly lifted up the hem of my skirt, and saw the waist of my mother's panties. It was a thin strap. The two hip flaps pressed on the cushion were exposed. There was another thin strap between the buttocks, which was a pair of thongs!

I leaned forward and put my hand behind my mother again

Can I put my hand into my skirt?

That's of course

Can I lift my skirt?

That's all there is to say!

Otherwise, why would my mother pull the hem of the skirt out from under her butt

Isn't it just that my hands can be reached in?

I'm hard again, mom can definitely feel it

Just now, she must have felt the hardness of my pushing against her butt, and she also knew that I was pressing behind her and ejaculated.

But now the cock was pressed against her butt through her thin pajamas again, and it was exactly the same as before

My hands reached under the hem of the skirt, but they were just placed on the stool

Then I looked in the living room to make sure I could still see my father's feet resting on the recliner's feet.

Oh my God, from the reflection of the glass door of the bookshelf placed against the wall in the living room, I can see my father's face

I was completely stunned and stared at my father's reflection. Can I see me from him?

It shouldn't be, he didn't stare at the bookshelf, but if he looked in that direction, he might see me

I can't read it very clearly, but it seems that he's still reading a book

Oh my God, fortunately he didn't catch me and tease my mom

Dad can turn his head and look at it at any time, or when he tilts his head and naps, he can open his eyes and look at the reflection on the bookshelf.

It's really a hell!

How can I continue to indulge in playing with my mother's body now?

When I was struggling with this question, my hands gave me the answer. They turned around, their palms facing my mother's butt, tightly pressed against the exposed smooth skin

"God, don't!" I howled in my heart

But it was useless. My hands stretched forward from the hip leopard and slid to the outside of my mother's thigh

The touch of my mother's skin is so wonderful

I pulled my hand back and then touched it in the direction of my thigh again

I confirmed my father's condition from the reflection of the bookshelf glass again, and planned to pull his hand back whenever there was any movement.

No, no, just touch your hands like this, unless he stands up, it will be safer

He may not be able to see clearly what I am doing. As long as he puts his hands in his mother's skirt, he doesn't know what I am doing

I think it's much safer when I think about it. If it was half an hour ago when I put my hand on my mother's chest, he would definitely see my hand in the place where I shouldn't have been placed.

But now, he must not see my little movements. I can be sure that at least I can't see clearly from the reflection of the glass.

Does mom know about the bookshelf? Is this the reason why she lifted her skirt? Is she avoiding dangerous situations? Or is she inviting me to continue? It seems that there is only one way to know the answer

After my hand slid to the outside of my mother's thigh again, I paused for a moment, then touched her smooth buttocks, gently touched her fingers forward, touched her flat belly from her skirt, and her fingertips penetrated into the depression of her navel.

Apart from the slight tightening of the muscles as her fingers explored on her skin, my mother did not react any other way. She kept playing the piano intently, and the sound of the piano was as usual, without any special ups and downs or breaks.

I used my fingertips to circle my mother's navel. After a while, I touched my mother's chest with both hands again.

Finally, her palm covered her breasts again, her fingers spread out, feeling the beautiful curves of her breasts

Then my fingers touched my mother's perfect nipples, and I couldn't help but use my thumb to tick them, and then my index finger also added, pinched, rotated, and pulled

My mother's piano sound suddenly had a brief tremor, but she quickly covered the past

oh!

My dead god Ah!

Her tits cost me my life!

My cock was under my pajamas, my head was against my mother's back, and my mouth tried to bite her shoulder blades through her clothes.

This feels more beautiful and refreshing than I thought!

Mom is so perfect!

Perfect!!

Extremely perfect!!!

I moaned quietly behind my mother and began to thrust my butt again

In my mind, my mother's breasts are gradually enlarged like HDTV's close-up image. She is fair and flawless, and can be broken.

I grabbed and rubbed mercilessly, shaking my cock between her buttocks uncontrollably. The pain of the friction made me feel like the stick was about to be broken.

I hate my behavior a little, but I still can't help but want to vent my mother

I let go of my mother's right breast and pulled out my hand

Touching down the door of the pajama pants, taking out the dick that was about to explode, holding it to the middle of the hip slit of my mother, pushing it in, pushing it upward along the hip slit, and the glans was tied under the thin strap of the underwear

I moved a few times to make sure that the penis could be clamped between my mother's butt and waistband and would not slip away. Then I touched my hand back on my mother's breasts and nipples, and then began to sturdy.

My legs were leaning against my mother's legs, and I could feel my mother's feet lifting from the pedal and pressing against the baffle under the piano

When I was pushing my cock forward behind her butt, she was trying to hold her feet against the piano so that she would not be pushed under the piano bench

I don't care what others think now. I need to ejaculate on my mother's butt and nothing can stop me

Mom had stopped playing at this time. I turned my head and looked at the reflection of the glass in the bookcase, wanting to see if my father noticed what was happening in the piano room.

He is still studying!

My mother's hands are now pressed against the keys, because I move faster and more powerfully

I have to hurry up. Dad may think we were selecting songs, but he didn't notice that mom actually stopped in the middle of the song.

I shook my butt frantically, desperately trying to end all this and want to ejaculate. My cock was penetrated greatly in my mother's buttocks, pressing my mother tightly into the down cushion. Her scorching and elastic buttocks were wet and scratching on my glans. The feeling was so delicate and so strong that I finally ejaculated...

Squirt! One, two, Oh my god, this is simply...it's so cool Ah~~~ Uh~~ Yay!!!

I lay on my mother's back and panted, my head tilted to one side, observing my father's reflection in the glass

He's been reading all the time

I kept looking at him until my breathing returned to calm

At this time, my mother put her feet on the floor and her hands were relaxed on the keys, but she did not continue to play.

I let go of her breasts, pulled my hand back from under my skirt, and sat down right away

The softened penis also slid out of her underwear, and I quickly stuffed my penis back into my pajamas

Mom raised her body and tidied up her dress, then sat down again

When Dad poked his head out of the corner of the living room, she had already cleaned up and stopped working.

Do you two want some refreshments?

Uh, OK, dad

He stood up, walked from the living room to the kitchen, and I stood up, lowered my head and checked to make sure there was no flaw. My mother also stood up with me, and then walked towards the stairs

No, no, here I'll show you something

Dad waved to mom in the kitchen and complained in a low voice, and I just stepped on the stairs

Come together, son

I checked my pajamas again and followed my mom into the kitchen

Taste this, Dad smiled and said, holding a paper bag from a local bakery in his hand, signaling to us

I've been waiting for you for a long time and want you to taste this. He continued, you practiced so hard

I thought to myself, we are not that hard

My mother pinched a piece of puff pastry and ate a small bite. She immediately caught the slag that fell from the corner of her mouth with her other hand.

Thank you, Drew, you don't have to do this actually... Mom muttered

You eat something too, Dad Qiao insists that I try it too

I picked a favorite croissant and took a big bite

I couldn't help but think how absurd it was. I ate the snacks that my father bought to treat us and drank the tea he made specifically. My big dick was still shaking in my pajamas. The semen on the glans touched some of the thighs. Most of the rest ejaculated into my mother's underwear, slowly drying on her butt eggs, while my mother was still chewing on the cookies her husband handed her to her.

God, I really hope that my father won't turn around at this time, so I lifted up my mother's skirt on the spot and stuffed my cock back into my mother's underwear.

Oh, no, this sexual fantasy is so fatal. My stick is hard again, slowly tilted up under the pajamas, holding up a big bag

I immediately hid behind the dining table and sat down

Pull over the chair next to it to cover your body

Mom noticed my actions and sat down as well

I really like to see the surprised expression on her face. When her buttocks were pressed against the chair, I must have felt my semen filling her butt

The three of us sat next to the dining table, drinking tea and eating snacks

I tried to make the cock soft, imagining it was being placed on an anvil, my father waving a sledgehammer in front of him and hitting it with a sledgehammer.

I don't know what my mother is thinking. On the surface, she is as calm and elegant as she is attending a church social event

Mom rejected the second piece of snack handed over by dad, but I couldn't help but temptation to eat a few more pieces

Mom said she wanted to take a shower before going to bed, so she went upstairs

I even wondered absurdly whether she wanted to take a bath with me, because she said she was looking at me while taking a shower

After Mom left, Dad suddenly spoke in a low voice

Son, I know this is a bit sensitive, but I still have to say...

Oh no! He may have seen what we are! God, I think he will get angry and be furious, not so calm

I know you have grown up, lively and energetic, just like I did back then, Dad said slowly, but you should be able to control yourself better

Control? My tone is quite innocent, and my expression is the same

Yes, you know what I mean. Dad waved his hand, stroked his fingers, and then pointed to the table. I found it as soon as you entered the kitchen.

My face suddenly turned red like a monkey butt

I understand, I understand, this is an inevitable thing. When a man approaches a woman, he will inevitably have this kind of reaction, even if the other person is your mother

Dad looked up at the ceiling, as if he was recalling something

He continued, looking at the table and organizing the sentences in his mind... Especially when they are sitting so close to each other, although it is indeed impossible to avoid it, you have to try to control it.

Dad stopped, stared at the table and raised his head

If your mother noticed it, she would be furious, and there would be no piano recital, and it would hurt her heart. Her eyes will no longer look at you as usual

Dad's eyes moved away and looked at the ceiling again. No, she shouldn't be like this, I can be sure

Dad, I...

He turned to look at me and interrupted me. I know, you can't help but sit next to a beautiful woman like your mother. Although she is your mother, a man can't help but I know that you must sit together in the way you play, but, well, it's best to wear elastic underwear before playing, that will help, how do you think?

OK, dad, I will do this. I immediately agreed, and then lowered my head in shame

No, don't feel ashamed. It's natural. Don't blame yourself. God knows that at your age, it's inevitable. I can understand that you just need to do what I said, don't let your mother find out. OK?

No problem, dad

This is my good son

Dad stood up from the dining table and walked from me to the door

Also, don't sleep too late, don't think too much, he put his hand on my shoulder and shook it, okay?

OK, dad

Don't mention a word when confessing in the church, okay?

No problem, dad