When I woke up the next day, it was still dawn, and my mother and sister were still asleep. I found that one of my hands was still on my mother, and my mother was still facing me. I looked at my mother's curved back and thought about the fight with my mother yesterday, and I felt very happy. After all, since I came back, I always had a thin film at home. This film has always existed, and not only between me and my family, but also between me and everyone I know.
I'm not the kind of person who doesn't talk to others. It's hard to tell the feeling. Just like the Japanese cartoon that everyone has watched before, Evangelion, there is that AT...
FILED, it seemed to be translated as a wall of the heart at that time. I always felt like the protagonist Shinji Yodo, who was incompatible with others. I always thought Shinji Yodo was also an Oedipus mother. I don’t know if it was the only one who felt this way. It was too far off. What I want to say was that when I had such a fuss yesterday, the membrane between my mother and I seemed to be missing. I don’t know if it was because of the fight with my mother, or if I said something that my son shouldn’t say.
My hand was on my mother, thinking about my relationship with her, and suddenly my mother turned around, her face was only a few centimeters away from me. I looked at my mother sleeping soundly, for some reason, and suddenly I thought about the last time I saw my mother naked in a bath. And at this time, my little brother happened to be in a morning erection. It was obviously morning, but it became a little hot inside. I looked at my mother as if she was still sleeping well and wanted to touch her mother, so my hand on my mother naturally touched her face and gently pinched her face. At that time, I thought my mother was sleeping so beautifully. I glanced down and my mother was wearing only white on her upper body.Color short-sleeved, she has used this dress as a pajama for a long time, quite loose, but it is still high by my mother's towering chest. I can clearly see the two protrusions of my mother. My lower body is also very cool. A pair of underwear and a pair of loose shorts. This shorts is still used by my mother as pajamas. My mother has always been very safe. I can see that my mother's shorts are very ordinary white. I have turned over my mother's underwear. My mother's underwear has never been fancy. It is either white or blue. I have never seen anything black. It is impossible to have fun or something. It gives me the feeling that they were bought in the same place. They have been wearing it for a long time.
But for some reason, this pure white color made my evil fire swell. I couldn't help it. I didn't seem to want to bear it. I carefully put my hand on my mother's butt, looked at my mother's eyes, and pinched it hard. My mother was not awakened by my actions. I didn't know why, but there was always an urge to let my mother find out that I was flirting with her. I felt the elasticity and softness brought to me by my buttocks. I couldn't control it all at once. I stretched out my head and kissed my mother's forehead. My mother seemed to feel someone kissing her in her sleep. She scratched her forehead and frowned. The frown expression made me feel particularly cute.
I looked at my mother's expression, and my hands kept kneading my mother's buttocks. Somehow I was not afraid of my mother's notice. Maybe I teased my mother yesterday, and accidentally became a little bolder. It was also possible that I felt that my mother didn't seem to be very strict with me in all aspects as before. In fact, I have known for so many years that my mother's guilt towards me still exists. Although I have never discussed this with her, I know that I know it in my heart. I feel a little dissatisfied when I touched it. I think my mother seems to be unable to wake up for a while, so I gently put her hand on my mother's face and gently stroked her face.
Just as I wanted to touch my mother's towering breasts, the neighbor's rooster heard the dawn. My mother opened her eyes and my hand was still on my mother's face. My mother looked at me, as if asking me what I was doing with her eyes. I was looking at my mother's still hazy eyes, and naturally stroked my mother's face. My mother grabbed my hand, but she didn't say anything, just grabbed my hand and pressed it on the mat, her upper body erected, and she tilted her head and looked at the clock on the wall. My mother's action highlighted her already majestic breasts even more. I looked at the two protruding points on my mother's upper body without blinking. My mother noticed my eyes, her face turned red, and she pinched me, what are you looking at?
, I might have been invaded by sperm when I woke up that morning. Before I could figure out my thoughts clearly, I naturally blurted out my mouth: Look at your breasts
As soon as I said this, I shook my whole body and was frightened by my own words. I was not dreaming now, and I actually said such straightforward words to my mother. Yesterday, those words were just my mother playing with me, and I didn't take them to heart. But this time, I felt that this sentence was a kind of lust, very obvious, and a kind of hunger. Sure enough, my mother was stunned when she heard me say this. She opened her mouth and was about to say something, but my sister suddenly woke up and got up all of a sudden. I felt that it was an opportunity. She turned over and pretended to have not gotten up yet, her eyes were closed tightly. I didn't dare to look at my mother's expression at this time, although I really wanted to see it.
I heard my sister ask my mother if she wanted her to cook breakfast. My mother didn't say anything for a while. I could feel my mother looking at me. After a while, my mother said OK, let my sister go to cook. I heard my sister leave the room and still didn't dare to open my eyes. Just when I was about to risk my life to apologize to my mother, my mother poked my face and pretended to die if she said disgusting words. You think I beat you, right?, I opened my eyes, and I was surprised that my mother didn't look very angry. She had a smile on her face and her face was a little red. Although I had the physiological desires that most young people had, men and women were not emotionally aware. If I were now, I would definitely realize that my mother had actually indulged me. She should have shave her hard, but after saying such a big or heavy word, I didn't dare to say anything at that time. I just looked at my mother and said for a long time: beat me, I will continue to scratch your itch.
My words worked. My mother laughed and she heard a puff. I laughed too. Fortunately, I was smart enough. My mother lay down with a smile, facing my face, and touched my face with her hands. I didn't know what my mother was going to do. I just felt very warm at that time. I naturally stretched out my hand and placed it on my mother's waist. This was my tentative action. Sure enough, my mother didn't say anything. She just watched me continue to touch my face, as if there was something beautiful on my face. When I saw that my mother didn't say anything, the salty hand began to rub on my mother. I touched my mother's waist, and the movement gradually became bigger. At this time, my mother's face began to feel a little unnatural. At that time, I suddenly felt that this seemed to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I asked with courage: Mom,... what I said just now..., can I see it?
Oh my God, when I said this, my throat was almost coming out. My mother didn't seem to understand what I meant, but she immediately blushed. Really, my mother looked really good. My mother seemed to want to get angry a little, but she seemed to remember that she didn't lose her temper just now. She seemed to be a little unable to get angry this time, just looking at me with a strange look
How old are you? What are you looking at? You are itchy?
No..., did you see it last time? I feel it... it looks good... I want to take a look again, okay...
In this way, my mother didn't say anything cruel. I felt that there was a real chance, so I started to ask for it. I could feel that my mother would not refuse me. I was sure of this feeling. Sure enough, when my mother heard me say this, her face turned redder and red. I knew that my mother was thinking about how to answer me, because at this time, it sounded like my son wanted to see my mother's breasts. It was like the grandmother who wanted to suck my mother when I was a child. It would be very straightforward. However, as a son, I said this with another purpose. This straightforwardness now made my mother not know how to refuse. My mother stammered for a while and said: What's so good about you, you are not big or small..., said this, but I knew my mother was really shaken. Is it because people were so unconscious in the morning? Anyway, I felt that there would be no shop after passing this village, so I made up my mind. I touched my mother's hand and walked around my back and pulled her over. Before my mother could think about it, I pulled her into my arms. She couldn't even resist, but just stared at me blankly.
At that time, I was really close to my mother. My mother was almost leaning against me, her feet pressed against each other. I pressed my mother's waist and felt my mother's chest rubbing under my chest. I said to my mother in a very light but eager voice: Mom... Just take a look, I will be obedient in the future, just take a look...
My mother looked at my begging eyes, and even she didn't know how to refuse. I think my mother still wanted to maintain the distance between us at that time, but at that moment, it seemed that my mother and I were infected by the wonderful atmosphere between mother and son. My usual slutty and very wrong request now even myself sounded very natural. It's really strange. People are animals that are really dominated by the atmosphere, but the atmosphere will dissipate. Although my mother did not reject me, she did not agree to me. I felt that it would be cold if I waited any longer, so I thought it would be cold. So I thought that my mother's promise. Under the guidance of desire, I pinched the hem of my mother's white underwear and slowly rolled it up. During this process, my mother did not stop me, but just looked at my hand with a blank expression and lifted her clothes.
It felt very long at that time. I didn't know how long it took, but in the end, with my efforts, my mother's clothes were lifted to her chest by me. I must have been blinded, because this was different from unexpected sightings and sneakings. My mother agreed this time, and she was awake. My mother still looked at me blankly, as if she was asleep with her eyes open. My mother's breasts were really beautiful, and they looked so huge together. Although there was a slight sagging, this slight sagging seemed so sexy. This is what a so-called mature woman has. Although the two buds on the top of the peak are no longer as pink as a girl, the dark red, with such a slight slight black, made me stunned. It was really beautiful, such a beautiful and sexy pair of white rabbits allowed me to watch carefully. Can you imagine that your mother was lying half naked beside her side and accustomed to see her son watching her breasts?
As I looked at it, I couldn't help but stretch out my hand and slowly approached my mother's big breasts. My mother could see it at that time, but the expression on her face was still the same, as if she was hypnotized, and she didn't say anything. Soon my fingers touched my mother's breasts. My mother's breasts were so soft. I poked it a few times with a finger. The beautiful scenery of the sunken breasts made me so intoxicated. After poking it twice, I pressed the delicate and charming little nipple with my index finger.
After being touched, the little nipples bounced gently, as if protesting. When I touched the nipples, my mother nodded lightly. It seemed that my mother was very sensitive. When I heard my mother's voice, I raised my lower body. I realized that my mother was very sensitive. It was a sensitive belt that could tease my mother's erotic desires. So I clamped my mother's nipples with my thumb and index finger, and gently rubbed it. The soft and hard texture of the nipples made me very excited.
My mother's peanut-sized nipples became a little hardened when I was so stimulated. My mother let out a huh again, and this time it sounded a little a little. I knew that my mother must have felt comfortable at that time. My movements were so gentle. I was afraid of causing any harm to my mother's sexy buds. I kneaded my mother's nipples on her right breast with my left hand, and my right hand also joined this touching event. My left hand was gentle, but my right hand was not. I grabbed my mother's left breast with my right hand and felt very satisfied at that time.
The pair of breasts I had longed for for a long time were played with in my palms. My right hand kept kneading, and my mother's breasts began to change shapes. I noticed that my mother's breathing became heavier. Until now, I didn't want me to stop, nor did I want to stop, I wanted to continue, I wanted to be more exciting and more comfortable, I wanted to feel more places in my mother
Just when I looked at my mother's other parts, my sister's voice came downstairs. Mom, I'll cook some rice cakes. This time, not only woke me up from the dense forest of desire, but my mother was too. She knocked off my hand and the plump touch on my hands disappeared. I felt lost in my heart. I looked at my mother with a hungry look, but my mother didn't dare to look at me anymore. She tidied up her clothes and stood up. My mother's face was still very red, but she knew she couldn't continue. It was really too much just now. After my mother finished tidily, she didn't know what to say, so she just whispered and went out and left me in the room.
I didn't move, just lay quietly on the bed. I glanced at my hands. I thought I would never forget the touch just now. What made me happier was that my mother allowed me. Today's touch made me feel so suddenly and naturally. Yesterday my mother was criticizing my bad things to do to my sister, but today I asked me to touch her breasts all over. Why is this? I don't know the reason. Although I know that my mother probably has always noticed that I was peeping at her, she never said anything about me.Is this a reminder that my mother has been gradually indulging me since before. I thought of all the past. It seems that many places show such signs, but I cannot ask about this kind of thing. These may be my own wishful thinking. My mother may have just lost herself today. I don’t know if there is any such opportunity. If only my mother and I were two people today, the atmosphere just now was so good, I would definitely be able to explore more about my mother’s body. What a pity
After a while, I got up, put it on for a while, and went downstairs. I saw my sister cooking rice cakes on the gas stove. She probably didn't expect that her younger brother had just promised not to do anything to her anymore. Today, he did the same thing to our common mother. No, I did more to my sister, and I also wanted to do more to my mother. With the beginning of today, I knew I couldn't stop, and I didn't want to stop either.
I walked into the living room and found that my mother was not there. She should be washing her face in the bathroom. I watched my sister concentrate on cooking breakfast and became bolder. I walked out of the bathroom. The door was open. I saw my mother washing her face in front of the mirror. Her bent over made her look so sexy. At this time, I noticed another sexy place in my mother, my mother's butt. In fact, the attractions of my mother to me are greater than my mother's breasts. I don't know why. Maybe I like women's butts that are bigger than my breasts, or I just like my mother's butts more. In short, I stared at my mother's butts for a few times.In seconds, my mother washed her face at this time. She saw me in the mirror and saw me staring at her butt. She seemed a little angry. It seemed that this face washed away my mother's incompetent desire just now. As a mother, she came back and was still in a daze. My mother took a towel and sucked me. I was stunned by this. Why, the woman turned her face so quickly, and I felt comfortable touching her breasts just now. She started to teach me a lesson so quickly. I looked at the transformation of her face that she was used to be arrogant. I felt that she needed to be taught a lesson, so I raised my foot and walked into my mother and closed the toilet door with my backhand...
I'm not the kind of person who doesn't talk to others. It's hard to tell the feeling. Just like the Japanese cartoon that everyone has watched before, Evangelion, there is that AT...
FILED, it seemed to be translated as a wall of the heart at that time. I always felt like the protagonist Shinji Yodo, who was incompatible with others. I always thought Shinji Yodo was also an Oedipus mother. I don’t know if it was the only one who felt this way. It was too far off. What I want to say was that when I had such a fuss yesterday, the membrane between my mother and I seemed to be missing. I don’t know if it was because of the fight with my mother, or if I said something that my son shouldn’t say.
My hand was on my mother, thinking about my relationship with her, and suddenly my mother turned around, her face was only a few centimeters away from me. I looked at my mother sleeping soundly, for some reason, and suddenly I thought about the last time I saw my mother naked in a bath. And at this time, my little brother happened to be in a morning erection. It was obviously morning, but it became a little hot inside. I looked at my mother as if she was still sleeping well and wanted to touch her mother, so my hand on my mother naturally touched her face and gently pinched her face. At that time, I thought my mother was sleeping so beautifully. I glanced down and my mother was wearing only white on her upper body.Color short-sleeved, she has used this dress as a pajama for a long time, quite loose, but it is still high by my mother's towering chest. I can clearly see the two protrusions of my mother. My lower body is also very cool. A pair of underwear and a pair of loose shorts. This shorts is still used by my mother as pajamas. My mother has always been very safe. I can see that my mother's shorts are very ordinary white. I have turned over my mother's underwear. My mother's underwear has never been fancy. It is either white or blue. I have never seen anything black. It is impossible to have fun or something. It gives me the feeling that they were bought in the same place. They have been wearing it for a long time.
But for some reason, this pure white color made my evil fire swell. I couldn't help it. I didn't seem to want to bear it. I carefully put my hand on my mother's butt, looked at my mother's eyes, and pinched it hard. My mother was not awakened by my actions. I didn't know why, but there was always an urge to let my mother find out that I was flirting with her. I felt the elasticity and softness brought to me by my buttocks. I couldn't control it all at once. I stretched out my head and kissed my mother's forehead. My mother seemed to feel someone kissing her in her sleep. She scratched her forehead and frowned. The frown expression made me feel particularly cute.
I looked at my mother's expression, and my hands kept kneading my mother's buttocks. Somehow I was not afraid of my mother's notice. Maybe I teased my mother yesterday, and accidentally became a little bolder. It was also possible that I felt that my mother didn't seem to be very strict with me in all aspects as before. In fact, I have known for so many years that my mother's guilt towards me still exists. Although I have never discussed this with her, I know that I know it in my heart. I feel a little dissatisfied when I touched it. I think my mother seems to be unable to wake up for a while, so I gently put her hand on my mother's face and gently stroked her face.
Just as I wanted to touch my mother's towering breasts, the neighbor's rooster heard the dawn. My mother opened her eyes and my hand was still on my mother's face. My mother looked at me, as if asking me what I was doing with her eyes. I was looking at my mother's still hazy eyes, and naturally stroked my mother's face. My mother grabbed my hand, but she didn't say anything, just grabbed my hand and pressed it on the mat, her upper body erected, and she tilted her head and looked at the clock on the wall. My mother's action highlighted her already majestic breasts even more. I looked at the two protruding points on my mother's upper body without blinking. My mother noticed my eyes, her face turned red, and she pinched me, what are you looking at?
, I might have been invaded by sperm when I woke up that morning. Before I could figure out my thoughts clearly, I naturally blurted out my mouth: Look at your breasts
As soon as I said this, I shook my whole body and was frightened by my own words. I was not dreaming now, and I actually said such straightforward words to my mother. Yesterday, those words were just my mother playing with me, and I didn't take them to heart. But this time, I felt that this sentence was a kind of lust, very obvious, and a kind of hunger. Sure enough, my mother was stunned when she heard me say this. She opened her mouth and was about to say something, but my sister suddenly woke up and got up all of a sudden. I felt that it was an opportunity. She turned over and pretended to have not gotten up yet, her eyes were closed tightly. I didn't dare to look at my mother's expression at this time, although I really wanted to see it.
I heard my sister ask my mother if she wanted her to cook breakfast. My mother didn't say anything for a while. I could feel my mother looking at me. After a while, my mother said OK, let my sister go to cook. I heard my sister leave the room and still didn't dare to open my eyes. Just when I was about to risk my life to apologize to my mother, my mother poked my face and pretended to die if she said disgusting words. You think I beat you, right?, I opened my eyes, and I was surprised that my mother didn't look very angry. She had a smile on her face and her face was a little red. Although I had the physiological desires that most young people had, men and women were not emotionally aware. If I were now, I would definitely realize that my mother had actually indulged me. She should have shave her hard, but after saying such a big or heavy word, I didn't dare to say anything at that time. I just looked at my mother and said for a long time: beat me, I will continue to scratch your itch.
My words worked. My mother laughed and she heard a puff. I laughed too. Fortunately, I was smart enough. My mother lay down with a smile, facing my face, and touched my face with her hands. I didn't know what my mother was going to do. I just felt very warm at that time. I naturally stretched out my hand and placed it on my mother's waist. This was my tentative action. Sure enough, my mother didn't say anything. She just watched me continue to touch my face, as if there was something beautiful on my face. When I saw that my mother didn't say anything, the salty hand began to rub on my mother. I touched my mother's waist, and the movement gradually became bigger. At this time, my mother's face began to feel a little unnatural. At that time, I suddenly felt that this seemed to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I asked with courage: Mom,... what I said just now..., can I see it?
Oh my God, when I said this, my throat was almost coming out. My mother didn't seem to understand what I meant, but she immediately blushed. Really, my mother looked really good. My mother seemed to want to get angry a little, but she seemed to remember that she didn't lose her temper just now. She seemed to be a little unable to get angry this time, just looking at me with a strange look
How old are you? What are you looking at? You are itchy?
No..., did you see it last time? I feel it... it looks good... I want to take a look again, okay...
In this way, my mother didn't say anything cruel. I felt that there was a real chance, so I started to ask for it. I could feel that my mother would not refuse me. I was sure of this feeling. Sure enough, when my mother heard me say this, her face turned redder and red. I knew that my mother was thinking about how to answer me, because at this time, it sounded like my son wanted to see my mother's breasts. It was like the grandmother who wanted to suck my mother when I was a child. It would be very straightforward. However, as a son, I said this with another purpose. This straightforwardness now made my mother not know how to refuse. My mother stammered for a while and said: What's so good about you, you are not big or small..., said this, but I knew my mother was really shaken. Is it because people were so unconscious in the morning? Anyway, I felt that there would be no shop after passing this village, so I made up my mind. I touched my mother's hand and walked around my back and pulled her over. Before my mother could think about it, I pulled her into my arms. She couldn't even resist, but just stared at me blankly.
At that time, I was really close to my mother. My mother was almost leaning against me, her feet pressed against each other. I pressed my mother's waist and felt my mother's chest rubbing under my chest. I said to my mother in a very light but eager voice: Mom... Just take a look, I will be obedient in the future, just take a look...
My mother looked at my begging eyes, and even she didn't know how to refuse. I think my mother still wanted to maintain the distance between us at that time, but at that moment, it seemed that my mother and I were infected by the wonderful atmosphere between mother and son. My usual slutty and very wrong request now even myself sounded very natural. It's really strange. People are animals that are really dominated by the atmosphere, but the atmosphere will dissipate. Although my mother did not reject me, she did not agree to me. I felt that it would be cold if I waited any longer, so I thought it would be cold. So I thought that my mother's promise. Under the guidance of desire, I pinched the hem of my mother's white underwear and slowly rolled it up. During this process, my mother did not stop me, but just looked at my hand with a blank expression and lifted her clothes.
It felt very long at that time. I didn't know how long it took, but in the end, with my efforts, my mother's clothes were lifted to her chest by me. I must have been blinded, because this was different from unexpected sightings and sneakings. My mother agreed this time, and she was awake. My mother still looked at me blankly, as if she was asleep with her eyes open. My mother's breasts were really beautiful, and they looked so huge together. Although there was a slight sagging, this slight sagging seemed so sexy. This is what a so-called mature woman has. Although the two buds on the top of the peak are no longer as pink as a girl, the dark red, with such a slight slight black, made me stunned. It was really beautiful, such a beautiful and sexy pair of white rabbits allowed me to watch carefully. Can you imagine that your mother was lying half naked beside her side and accustomed to see her son watching her breasts?
As I looked at it, I couldn't help but stretch out my hand and slowly approached my mother's big breasts. My mother could see it at that time, but the expression on her face was still the same, as if she was hypnotized, and she didn't say anything. Soon my fingers touched my mother's breasts. My mother's breasts were so soft. I poked it a few times with a finger. The beautiful scenery of the sunken breasts made me so intoxicated. After poking it twice, I pressed the delicate and charming little nipple with my index finger.
After being touched, the little nipples bounced gently, as if protesting. When I touched the nipples, my mother nodded lightly. It seemed that my mother was very sensitive. When I heard my mother's voice, I raised my lower body. I realized that my mother was very sensitive. It was a sensitive belt that could tease my mother's erotic desires. So I clamped my mother's nipples with my thumb and index finger, and gently rubbed it. The soft and hard texture of the nipples made me very excited.
My mother's peanut-sized nipples became a little hardened when I was so stimulated. My mother let out a huh again, and this time it sounded a little a little. I knew that my mother must have felt comfortable at that time. My movements were so gentle. I was afraid of causing any harm to my mother's sexy buds. I kneaded my mother's nipples on her right breast with my left hand, and my right hand also joined this touching event. My left hand was gentle, but my right hand was not. I grabbed my mother's left breast with my right hand and felt very satisfied at that time.
The pair of breasts I had longed for for a long time were played with in my palms. My right hand kept kneading, and my mother's breasts began to change shapes. I noticed that my mother's breathing became heavier. Until now, I didn't want me to stop, nor did I want to stop, I wanted to continue, I wanted to be more exciting and more comfortable, I wanted to feel more places in my mother
Just when I looked at my mother's other parts, my sister's voice came downstairs. Mom, I'll cook some rice cakes. This time, not only woke me up from the dense forest of desire, but my mother was too. She knocked off my hand and the plump touch on my hands disappeared. I felt lost in my heart. I looked at my mother with a hungry look, but my mother didn't dare to look at me anymore. She tidied up her clothes and stood up. My mother's face was still very red, but she knew she couldn't continue. It was really too much just now. After my mother finished tidily, she didn't know what to say, so she just whispered and went out and left me in the room.
I didn't move, just lay quietly on the bed. I glanced at my hands. I thought I would never forget the touch just now. What made me happier was that my mother allowed me. Today's touch made me feel so suddenly and naturally. Yesterday my mother was criticizing my bad things to do to my sister, but today I asked me to touch her breasts all over. Why is this? I don't know the reason. Although I know that my mother probably has always noticed that I was peeping at her, she never said anything about me.Is this a reminder that my mother has been gradually indulging me since before. I thought of all the past. It seems that many places show such signs, but I cannot ask about this kind of thing. These may be my own wishful thinking. My mother may have just lost herself today. I don’t know if there is any such opportunity. If only my mother and I were two people today, the atmosphere just now was so good, I would definitely be able to explore more about my mother’s body. What a pity
After a while, I got up, put it on for a while, and went downstairs. I saw my sister cooking rice cakes on the gas stove. She probably didn't expect that her younger brother had just promised not to do anything to her anymore. Today, he did the same thing to our common mother. No, I did more to my sister, and I also wanted to do more to my mother. With the beginning of today, I knew I couldn't stop, and I didn't want to stop either.
I walked into the living room and found that my mother was not there. She should be washing her face in the bathroom. I watched my sister concentrate on cooking breakfast and became bolder. I walked out of the bathroom. The door was open. I saw my mother washing her face in front of the mirror. Her bent over made her look so sexy. At this time, I noticed another sexy place in my mother, my mother's butt. In fact, the attractions of my mother to me are greater than my mother's breasts. I don't know why. Maybe I like women's butts that are bigger than my breasts, or I just like my mother's butts more. In short, I stared at my mother's butts for a few times.In seconds, my mother washed her face at this time. She saw me in the mirror and saw me staring at her butt. She seemed a little angry. It seemed that this face washed away my mother's incompetent desire just now. As a mother, she came back and was still in a daze. My mother took a towel and sucked me. I was stunned by this. Why, the woman turned her face so quickly, and I felt comfortable touching her breasts just now. She started to teach me a lesson so quickly. I looked at the transformation of her face that she was used to be arrogant. I felt that she needed to be taught a lesson, so I raised my foot and walked into my mother and closed the toilet door with my backhand...
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