Chapter 39: Resurrection (01)

After experiencing this, my relationship with my mother has eased a lot, as if everything is back to the front. However, as time goes by, the desire hidden by me has regained the flames. My mind is undergoing repeated torture and whipping. The only thing that can keep my mind is the smile that my mother reappears. I always remind myself that I can’t let my mother down anymore, absolutely not!

This is how people are, always insatiable and never repent. Even I hate this kind of self.

That day, my mother asked me to get up as usual for breakfast. After dinner, I went to wash the dishes. She lay on the sofa and played with her mobile phone leisurely. After that, I came to my mother and sat down, and she handed me a peeled apple.

Mom, don’t you go to work?I took a bite of sweet apples.

Not up.My mother stared at the phone and was casually perfunctory to me. Then she adjusted her posture, put her right leg on her left leg, and her right foot was also facing me at the same time.

I secretly glanced at the little foot, with long feet, tender and white soles, and five round and fair toes, full and cute, like little candy.

No, I can no longer have such thoughts about my mother, but... but desire is like a hand, holding on to me tightly.

Just look, I did nothing, just admire it. I took off my psychological burden, moved my butt to my mother a little, and asked casually while looking at her naked feet:

Why not?

Why do you talk so much?If you have nothing to do, do your homework.

I didn't care what my mother was saying, and I was fantasizing about how blood-inspiring the scene it would be to put my cock on this young and tender feet.

The naked feet under the red home clothes are only a few dozen centimeters away from my face. Maybe it was because my mother was in a good mood. Her right foot, which was as white as jade, was shaking on her left foot, and my eyes were swinging up and down with my mother's movements.

Suddenly, a little fly flew from somewhere and landed on my mother's naked toe. A small black dot seemed out of place on the large area of ​​tender white feet.

I didn't like that little fly insect, and I tried to drive it away by a terrible reason. The moment my finger touched my mother's big toe, my mother bounced up like an electric shock, with a look of defense:

What are you doing?

I hurriedly explained:

There is a bug on your feet, and I want to drive it away for you.

Mom snorted coldly, not believing what I said at all, put down her phone casually, and asked:

You are so fooling about your mother, right?insect?Where is the bug?

I was so mute that I could not say anything about the pain. Just when I didn't know how to explain, the fly flew between me and my mother.

Bug, thank you!

Look, isn't that?My mother also noticed the fly and the corners of her mouth moved, looking a little embarrassed.

After a brief quiet, my mother raised her face again and said:

What are you doing when you stand there?Don't you kill it quickly.

This elimination is very cute, mainly from the mouth of a serious and cold woman like my mother. I slapped my hands quickly and the insects left the world. I felt guilty: Let's strive to be reincarnated as a person in the next life!

My palm spread out to show my mother the corpse of the insect. My mother moved her butt backwards, looking disgusted:

Go and wash your hands!

I stuck out my tongue mischievously, went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and returned to my mother. My mother did not lie down anymore, and chose to sit on her back and lean on the sofa cushion, and her beautiful feet hid in her slippers.

Although it is pleasing to have a beautiful woman like my mother sitting by her side, it is still boring to just look like this. Looking out the window, a ray of sunlight shines into the house, and I turn to face my mother:

Mom, can I go out to play?

cannot.

My mother said ruthlessly while looking at her phone, and I wanted to persevere. She grabbed one of my mother's arm and shook it and said coquettishly:

Mom~

My mother threw away my hand impatiently, looked at me unhappily, and said:

Now that the flu outside is so severe, do you think your life is not long enough?

Then I remembered that the flu has been severe recently. I sighed and my mother scolded:

If you are bored, go and do your homework. You can do your homework without thinking about doing your homework and play with your phone. Anyway, you can't go out, so don't sway in front of me.

My mother is still the strict mother. I dare not refuse to obey, so I had to go back to the bedroom.

I rolled around on the bed, thinking of the seductive scene of my mother's lovely feet swaying in front of my eyes just now, and the desire for how long it was silent began to burn slowly.

No, no longer have any other thoughts on my mother. I slapped myself and warned myself not, but another voice told me:

It’s just a fantasy, it’s not illegal and my mother won’t know. It’s not like a fantasy that my mother has been fantasized once or twice. Just fantasize it, just fantasize it.

The feeling of perverting my mother in my heart disappeared, and my cock was so big that I took off my pants and released it. A thick and thick black cock stood up against my crotch. As my mother's seductive body appeared in my mind, my right hand unconsciously grabbed the cock up and down and stroked it.

Mom, mom, I really want to fuck you. I was masturbating while mom was fucked under my crotch. It was just fantasizing that fucking mom was more exciting than watching a movie.

Mom, I fuck you, I fuck you to death... I closed my eyes and started to whisper uncontrollably.

By the way, you... At this moment, the door was opened. My mother stood at the door. When she saw me doing something, her indifferent expression turned into shock. Then her eyes focused on the big cock I held, and a layer of red mist covered her face. After a while, my mother quickly turned around and shouted angrily:

Fang Xiaoyu!

I didn't expect my mother to open the door suddenly. She was so scared that she shivered. Her dick suddenly softened. She hurriedly got up and raised her pants, saying cowardly:

Mom~

My mother turned her back to me, trembling with anger, and said in a cold voice:

Don't call me mom, come out for me!After saying that, my mother left the door and I stood in the room and regretted it. I had known that I would have been masturbating at night. I didn’t know if she had heard of her calling my mother when she was masturbating.

I came to the living room with a nervous mood. My mother crossed her legs and held her hands on her chest to cushion the heavy breasts, her face slightly red and her expression was angry.

Mom~ When I walked to my mother, my mother raised her moon eyes and glanced at me, and said angrily:

Do you have no memory, Ah?

My hands were hanging in front of my abdomen, and I lowered my head and whispered:

I didn't take your stockings... I originally wanted to say that I didn't touch you, but when I wanted to say that I might be dying under my mother's hands today, and I stopped the car in time.

What did you say?My mother's expression changed, she stared at me with wide eyes and said annoyed:

If you don’t study well at a young age, you can see what bad virtues you have developed!

After saying that, my mother was so angry that she kicked me. I owed her and begged:

I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong, mom, don't hit it.

Mom withdrew her hand:

You know it's wrong?Then what are you wrong?

I held my head like a turtle, just in case my mother suddenly beat me, and I thought it was normal to masturbate during adolescence, so I just made a fucking spoil:

I shouldn't be masturbating in broad daylight.

You... Mom's face was flushed. Maybe she didn't expect me to say so straightforwardly, ashamed and angry, and wanted to scold me but didn't know how to scold me.

I looked up at my mother again, and saw that she looked ashamed and angry, and my fear of her decreased a little. I continued:

It’s normal to be adolescence. A friend of mine even secretly beats in class!

Bang!

Normal fart!My mother swears and hits me hard at the same time, but it doesn't hurt very much when it hits the back of my hand.

Who do you stay with every day? Don’t you understand the principle that those who are close to the vermilion are red and those who are close to the ink are black?If you can focus all these dirty thoughts on your studies, let alone the top fifties in the grade, the top three in the grade are possible!

After my mother scolded her, she showed a sad look and said coldly: I really can't control you anymore!Then he went back to the bedroom to change his clothes and went straight out.