Chapter 2

When I woke up the next morning, I secretly looked at my mother. My mother was no different from usual. It seemed that my mother didn't blame me, that is, I can still do it tonight...

Finally, I waited until my brother fell asleep, and I couldn't wait to press on my mother again. This time I didn't even test whether my mother fell asleep.

Because I thought about it during the day, I am the most beloved son in the family, and my study makes my mother happy. My performance at school makes my mother feel shining in front of relatives and friends. Even if my mother doesn't want to, she won't blame me too much.

If I blame me, I would scold her for being squirted on my mother's beautiful legs last time

Sure enough, when I pressed on my mother's legs, my mother moved a little, but she followed me again

I pressed my little brother tightly against my mother's thighs, leaned my head against my mother's ears, smelled my mother's breath, and put my left hand around my mother's waist (I slept on my left hand) and started moving rhythmically

Slowly, my hand touched my mother's waist and slowly touched my mother's breasts. My mother suddenly became nervous and hit my hand with a snap.

I touched and hit it again, so I had to hold my mother's waist honestly and do back and forth exercises on my mother's plump thighs

My mother also closed her eyes and let me do whatever she did without moving.

In this way, my mother lets me hold her every night and uses her beautiful legs to vent

After that, my mother got out of bed and took a pair of clean underwear for me. She took the dirty ones to soak them off the next day. I had to use two underwear every day, which was really annoying.

(Because I first wrote such a long thing, I began to forget to introduce my mother's appearance. I was 14 years old that year, and my mother was only 34 years old. My mother's face was not very beautiful, but she was just average, but her figure was very standard due to frequent labor. What should be big and what should be small, and what should be small did not affect her figure after giving birth to two of us)

At that time, the family was not very wealthy. My brother and I only had three pairs of underwear to change. Moreover, I still liked the feeling of using my mother's legs to insert it last time, but I didn't dare to speak to my mother. After all, I knew that this was already too much. If you make such a request, my mother would definitely turn her back on her face.

Finally, the opportunity came. That morning, my mother received a notice from the company early to go to work. After cooking breakfast, she left. She went to work without washing the underwear I changed out of the night.

It started raining at noon, and the clothes I washed the day before were wet. My brother and I didn’t change the underwear when we took a shower at night.

After my brother fell asleep, I hugged my mother and thought to come, but my mother refused to give it to me. She whispered: I don't want it tonight, I'm wet and I don't have my pants to change.

I was anxious and hugged my mother and whispered: Mom, but I feel uncomfortable, let me do it

My mother refused to give me a word and pushed me away. There was no way, so I had to sleep, but I was used to venting first every night before going to bed. How could I sleep like this now? I tossed and turned, and my little brother almost broke his pants.

My mother looked at me like this and thought I couldn't sleep without suppressing him, so she let me sleep like usual, but as soon as I pressed him up, she knew it wasn't the case.

In the end, my mother had no choice but to let me vent, but she had to take off her pants and come back to avoid getting wet

I was just asking for it, and I quickly took off my pants and pressed naked on my mother. But my mother didn't let me come on her thighs because she was afraid of getting wet her clothes, so she could only do it on her calves. My mother also started to do it and adjusted her calves to the right position.

I whispered: Mom, let me do it myself, I guarantee that I won’t get my clothes wet. Mom thought for a while and agreed

I sat up excitedly, sat next to my mother, hugging her, Mom, you are so good

The mother laughed and scolded: He is so cute, why not hurry up, I have to go to school tomorrow

I knelt next to my mother's straightened feet and gently stroked her smooth thighs with my hands. My little brother had been raised for a long time. My mother closed her eyes embarrassedly and scolded in a low voice: "You little guy, why don't you solve it quickly, what are you going to touch? I'm going to sleep."

My mother wanted to lie down and let me play by myself as before, but I stopped her. My mother looked at me in confusion. I asked her to put her feet away and hug her knees. My mother did as she did. I knelt on the bend of her legs and pressed my little brother from the side to the leg joint.

Because my mother hugged her very tightly, her thighs and calves were almost integrated. I pressed against the slit and inserted it for the first time. My mother also realized what I meant and loosened her hand so that I could get in conveniently

But I stopped her, I wanted to insert it myself, but I didn't even succeed in trying it a few times

In the end, my mother let go and asked me to go in and then clamp it tightly

I held my mother's legs firmly with my hands and kept thrusting my waist hard. It felt so comfortable, it was tight and slippery. My mother's legs were so great...

After pushing hard for hundreds of times, my mother felt her legs numb. I finally ejaculated, and a rapid ejaculation hit the inside of my mother's thigh.

I moaned in a low voice, it was so comfortable, and the semen flowed down my mother's thighs into my mother's underwear. My mother let out a low voice and quickly got out of bed to clean up the gift her son left on her underwear for the first time.

Since this time, I no longer have to press my mother's thighs to vent. I always use this method, holding my mother's thighs hard. It feels really good to thrust my mother's legs.