Chapter 4 Four-handed joint

Until Saturday night, I didn't find the opportunity to practice with my mom again

I don't know if she deliberately avoids me, but she's very busy every night

There were arrangements on Saturday night, but my father caught a cold suddenly, so they canceled their original appointment to go out for dinner.

Mom made some rice porridge for her father as dinner, and settled him in the lounge chair and covered him with a soft blanket. This is Dad's favorite place to rest after dinner.

She found the book he had been reading for her father, but her father closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, intending to take a nap for a while

Mom and I were sitting at both ends of the couch and looking at books

From time to time, I glanced at my mother. She was focusing on the book in her hand. She was wearing a simple summer outfit, with a little dull color and a gray-bottomed white stripes. It was completely different from the brightly colored dress when we practiced together last time we practiced together.

The dress has two decorated shoulder straps that cross the shoulders and are fixed with large buttons on the front

The only benefit of this dress is that, um, there are actually two benefits. One is that the collar of the dress is relatively large, and it is designed for hot summer weather, so as to leave enough space for the circulation of heat in the body, which allows the capital of the mother to fully display the figure of the mother

The second is that the material is light and breathable, and it fits softly on the mother's body. When she moves her hips and legs, she can almost completely highlight the perfectly shaped chest, slender waist and round and plump buttocks.

My mother's elbow was supported on the armrest of the sofa, and her weight was slightly tilted to the right. Her feet were huddled on the sofa cushion. I was a little surprised to find that my mother's soles were very clean, even though she was walking barefoot on the ground.

Actually, I'll be satisfied as long as I can see her

My dad's sudden snoring interrupted my thoughts. I stood up and stretched out my hand to my mom and looked at me with some confusion.

Come on, it's time to practice. In response to her inquiring eyes, I replied

Mom shook her head and continued to read her book

I dragged her hand and said, "Come on mom, don't you want to perform better in the recital?

This sentence obviously attracted her attention, so she immediately raised her head, with a serious look on her face. Of course, I want to

Then you should work hard for this, I said, pulling her arm and using strength, so she had to be pulled up by me

Her lazy expression made me feel more feminine and charming. I don’t know why I felt this way, but I just could feel it.

Until I dragged her up, my mother refused

Wait, she said, her feet falling from the sofa to the ground

When she stood firm, I dragged her forward again. In the end, my brute force prevailed. She always followed me reluctantly, but I knew she would follow me obediently in the end.

When I dragged her hand forward, she still resisted a little, her steps were a little slow, and even some bumps because of my pull

This made me even more excited because I knew that although she was reluctant, she still indulged me.

Of course I didn't explain it much.

When we passed by our father, my mother whispered, we will wake up our father...

No, he likes to listen to us playing

Mom didn't argue anymore, but when she looked at her, she seemed to argue, her words were right at the moment, but Dad suddenly spoke.

Play some long and soothing songs for me. He didn't even open his eyes, and he seemed to be still asleep

My mother and I were both shocked by him and said in unison, of course...

We came to the piano room, and my mother stood behind the piano bench and put her feet into the slippers under the piano bench. Only then did I realize that when I was not at home, she was practicing music herself.

She sat on the piano bench with her back facing the piano, twisting her body slightly

Her hands were supported on the piano bench and leaned forward, like a child who was forced to practice the piano by her parents.

Many years ago, I wanted to go out to play, but my mother was always left at home to practice the piano. Now she is as reluctant as I was back then.

This will not hurt you, you will adapt without realizing it. One day you will thank me for insisting on letting you do this

I applied what my mother said to me back then and used her own way to return her body

Sure enough, my mother laughed when she heard this, but she was still lazy and didn't want to practice the piano.

I half-kneeled in front of her, reached out and grabbed one of her ankles, took off one of her slippers, and then another

Then I pushed her legs and turned around on the stool for a half-way pointing her towards the piano

Let me choose a song today, I sat beside her and suggested

I put the music score on the score stand, and then held my mother's listless hands on the piano keys. She acted like a child who was tired of school.

When I started playing, my mother didn't move

I played slowly. Halfway through the song, my mother finally started to join in with my rhythm, and I felt that she was playing as much as I did.

I focused all my attention on the keys and did not try to touch my mother's body inadvertently

We played a few short pieces together, and I suggested loudly, mainly to let my father hear it. Now we should play some longer and more soothing songs, just like we promised my father before

You start first, I said

When I played halfway through the first page of the score, I still didn't join, but my mother seemed to have already been involved, and her body swayed slightly to the music.

When my mother bounced to the beginning of the next page, I put my hand on her skirt "inadvertently" and slowly pulled up the hem of her dark gray skirt until half of her thighs were exposed. My mother didn't care about it.

When I played the score quickly turned the page, I leaned towards my mother, reached out to turn the score over one side, and slid my other hand to her waist and hugged her.

Although I gently put her waist on my hands and pulled her towards me, my mother still didn't respond

I rubbed the warm body under the thin clothes with my hands. The cock under the khaki underwear was irrepressibly congested and erection. This is also the normal physiological reaction of the young man who is warm and warm in his arms.

When the song entered a gentle paragraph, I put my left hand on the keys and played it casually for a few times, indicating that I was involved in the performance, but my interest was not at all on the song that my mother was playing, and I focused on the other hand that my mother was stroking her slender waist up and down.

I touched down from my narrow waist, feeling the elasticity and fullness of her buttocks, and then touched up to the bottom of my right breast, and used my thumb and index finger to fit between my breasts and ribs, gently supporting my heavy breasts

After turning over a page of the music score again, I held my hand upwards, gently lifted my right breast and pinched it between my fingers, and then continued to slide downwards, crossed my slender waist, and touched my buttocks.

I repeated this action dozens of times until my mother responded to my caress.

Come on, son, for your dad, let's play together, mom whispered to me

When she said this, my hand was holding her breasts and was about to hold them up and knead them, so I nodded, held my breasts with my palms, covered my fingers on my right breasts, and at the same time my left hand began to play on the piano.

My mother was very happy to see me joining, but the harassment of my other hand was not very consistent with this kind of happiness.

Why is this?

Although my mother obviously knew what I was doing, she didn't stop and didn't twist her body to get rid of it.

I know my mother gave me some benefits. In return, I have to act according to her wishes.

When I thought of this, I realized that she was always very tolerant of my requests. Whenever she wanted me to do something, she would always give me some rewards. She often did this to her father.

I remember one time, my mother asked my father to do something he was reluctant to do, and that night, I was awakened by the intense sex sounds.

I lay prone on the bed, listening to their love sounds, and reached the peak of happiness with my hands

Since then, every time my parents have had a dispute during the day or my father refuses to do something for my mother, I stayed silent at night until the wonderful voice of sex came from my parents' bedroom. The long and intense sex sounded like the kind of sex my father really wanted, but he rarely got it.

When I returned to the present, I pinched my mother's breasts again, as if I wanted to tell her that all this was not an unexpected touch, but my son's deliberate caress.

When we reached the last two pages of the music score, I retracted my left hand on the keys and put it on my mother's thigh

My mother was still playing, staring at the music score in front of me, but I reached into the dark gray skirt and felt the excitement brought to me by her warm and soft body.

My mother was still holding her legs together at first, but when I whispered in her ear to praise her how outstanding she played, I was sure that the piano recital would be a huge success. My mother also relaxed and spread her legs slightly so that my fingers could gently caress her legs less than an inch from her underwear.

I found that my mother's piano sound was still very soothing, and she didn't seem to be in a hurry to finish the song.

She was a real professional, and until the end of the song, she turned a blind eye to my hand holding my breasts without any interference.

Finally, my mother finished playing, I stood up and walked to the living room. My father was still resting on the recliner with his eyes closed. When I spoke, he opened his eyes and looked at me.

How are we playing, Dad?

Very good, son, it's amazing, dad praised him enthusiastically, but I think he might not have listened much, because I heard him snoring when I came over

We can now play in completely different ways. Dad, before, I just played the scale in front of me, but now both of us can play the scale across the scale.

Really? Dad asked, he didn't seem to care too much, I want to hear it

When I returned to the piano, my mother was sitting on the side of the piano bench and looked at me with confusion, wondering what I said to my father.

Her dark brown shawl curly hair was a little messy, and she didn't pull down the hem of the skirt. Although her knees were still dignified together, her fair thighs were exposed, and she looked very sexy.

I strode over and took out a music score I had specially hidden before.

Opening this score, I put my body close to my mother's left shoulder, her face on the side of her face, and my mother leaned forward to look at the score.

When she was reading the score, I dragged the piano stool forward, and my mother also raised her body, and the stool was pulled one foot closer to the piano

My mother's attention was still on the score. I pressed her back. She bowed slightly and moved forward, and sat on the edge of the piano bench.

She realized what I wanted to do when I stepped over her and sat behind her with my legs spread apart.

What are you doing? Mom asked, her emphasis on "doing", and her tone seemed to think I was going to make something strange

This song is for pianist with four hands, so I can only sit behind you

Then why are there two sound parts in the song? My mother looked backward and asked.

I was so close to her that when she turned her head, her ears even touched my lips

For Ah, so this is a very difficult song, we need a lot of practice, I whispered to her ear

Mom nodded gently, she needed to practice a lot, she repeated what I just said

Right, your part is marked in red, mine is green

Mom read the music score and nodded again

I won't be involved in the first few times, let's get used to the feeling of sitting behind you and playing

Mom nodded again, behind me, her voice was as soft as a whisper

That's right, I said, put my hand on my mother's waist again, and my fingers covered her side ribs. Okay, let's start

My mother put her hand on the keys and started playing. I quietly held her plain waist, but when I needed to turn the page, I reached out to turn the page.

Although she was still a little uncomfortable with this strange posture, she was already relaxed when I turned the first page of the music score.

The tune has been strengthened in this part and slowly rises. The emotions in the notes are gradually brewing to reach a new height. When they are approaching the end, they quickly fade and slide into a longer and light chapter.

As the notes gradually rise, I inserted my hands into the lower edge of my breasts and gently lifted them up, slightly reducing the pressure on the chest of these two soft bodies, making her breathing more smoothly

I whispered in her ear, That's right, brew this emotion and pass it on to the audience

My mother's body was a little stiff, and there seemed to be a choking breath in her throat when she played, but she slowly overcame this tension and her body gradually relaxed, even though she still breathed a little faster.

I slowly caressed her breasts with my palms and fingertips. I really hope she is not wearing a bra, but I can barely control the rhythm of my breathing

During the time when the song reached orgasm, I kept massaging the lower half of her breasts, neither squeezing nor squeezing into the middle, just gently massaged and caressed her breasts

The song reaches its climax, and then the scales begin to slowly slide downward, becoming like waves of continuous surges on the beach at night

I reached out and turned over another page, then put my hand back to my mother's waist. My breathing was slowly adjusted to synchronize with my mother's breathing rhythm, and I felt the infectiousness of music through her body

Soon the sound of the piano gradually became high again. I massaged my mother's waist with both hands, pointed my fingers towards her abdomen, almost touching her abdomen.

I could feel my mother's inner expectation, hoping that my hand could hold her breasts directly upwards. This expectation was so strong that I could even feel it through the tightness of her body muscles, and her performance was also something I had never heard of before. It contained passion.

But my hand didn't lift it up. When my mother flicked it back to the last time I touched her breasts, my hand stretched back and stroked her buttocks so that she could also feel my strategy process

I boldly touched her thigh from the side, slowly pulled her skirt to her knees, and then put my hand between her legs

The dark gray skirt was rubbed into a ball on the palm of my hand. After a while, I let go of my skirt again, opened my fingers and gently grabbed the tender flesh of her thighs. The palms of both hands were placed down on the inner side of her thighs.

As the music was played, his hands slowly moved upwards, and his fingers pinched the edge of her panties.

Then he paused for a moment, began to gently squeeze with his hands, and then let go

The two labia majorae show shapes under the tight panties, which seem to be like two small meat pies in a hamburger. They want to escape from the tight wrap, but they are bound by the thin fabric of the panties.

As the music gradually became louder, my squeezing movements became faster and faster, but I was always very gentle and had to be very gentle. I never put my hands into my underwear and stroke them. I just pressed my labia on both sides, pressed and relaxed, repeating over and over again.

I couldn't help but gently push my mother's buttocks with my hard erect cock. Although I wanted to stop, my body was completely out of control.

I twisted my butt, squeezed my mother's labia in front of me, as the music got faster and faster, always following the syllables, and then...

Mom moaned loudly

Ahahah ～～～～

With this moan, the music came to an abrupt end

The sound of piano and moans echoed in the room and gradually dissipated, my butt gradually stopped moving, and the crotch inside was sticky and wet.

Mom was trembling and panting in my arms. As my orgasm faded, she gradually calmed down.

The room was very quiet, with only the heavy breathing sounds of each other. Slowly, everything returned to its beginnings.

I stood up reluctantly, knowing that I had to go back to my room

He lowered his head and kissed his mother on the neck, said good night, and then turned to the stairs

I knew I had to run away before my dad walked in, otherwise my wet crotch would betray me

When I walked halfway up the stairs, I heard my mother whisper something

Good night, son