Chapter 57 Painful Love (01)

The incandescent lamps went out, the bright moonlight shone through the window, and the waterfall sprinkled towards the room.

Under my mother's skirt, her bare white and beautiful legs, with her mother's steps, silver light was like silk fluttering in the wind, and light and shadow appeared.

Mother……

I lay on the bed and called softly, but my mother didn't respond to me. Her eyes were towards me, but she was not looking at me.

There is only moonlight reflection in my mother's pupils, that's all.

I don't understand what my mother will do next, or I dare not think in that direction.

My mother came to the bed and looked at me.

My mother's pupils were flashing with a storm, and I fell into this vortex.

I seem to understand a word from it, which is a word that transcends everything in the world.

Suddenly, my mother stretched out a hand and covered my pale face, making me close my eyes.

Mom said: Tonight is just a dream.

Dream?

My heart suddenly accelerated and my brain went blank.

I murmured to myself.

Mom...Mom...

Don't talk.My mother's expression was complicated, I couldn't see her face clearly, or the silver glory put a mysterious veil on her.

Even if there are thousands of words, I don’t know how to express it.

My mother let go of my face, lifted a jade foot from her slippers, and bent her knees onto my bed.

My breathing gradually became rapid, just like my mother.

My mother knelt on the bed, and then she moved her delicate body, turned her back to me, raised her right leg, and slowly stepped over my crotch.

The gauze gently stroked across the lower abdomen, soothing the crazy cock.

My mother's legs spread apart and she knelt on both sides of my crotch, as if she was riding on me. The gauze covered my cock and at the same time covered my most mysterious place.

The beautiful legs, which are as fat as jade, are presented to my waist like this.

My favorite mother's beautiful legs in stockings, but at this moment, any stockings seem redundant.

Moon Ah Moon, illuminating the dark room without hesitation.

Therefore, the most beautiful, noble and mysterious stockings in the world enveloped my beautiful legs.

Just now, my mother said that tonight was just a dream.

It's obviously not a dream, but it makes me feel like I'm in a dream.

I moved my eyes and looked at my mother's curled feet, and the soles of her feet that were white and red. Because of my nervousness, fragrant sweat oozed out, reflecting a dim and bright light.

Mother……

My voice trembled, very quietly.

I'm afraid I'll harm you.

In front of the thick black hair, my mother said something.

I couldn't help crying and said:

It was my fault alone...

Haha... Mom smiled self-deprecatingly, with a little desolate laugh.

I dare not say another word, I am afraid that I will wake up from my dream if I say another word.

After a long silence, my thighs became cold. My mother supported my thighs with both hands, and my mother's delicate body slowly fell.

I could feel the dragon beneath me approaching a hot stream.

The cock seemed to know what would happen next and began to dance happily.

Finally, my cock and my mother's vagina met under my skirt only through a layer of fabric. Although I could not see it with my own eyes, I could also feel the whirlpool of heat emitted from the layer of fabric.

I really want to break through that obstacle, but I am afraid that I will not be able to face the consequences of pushing through it.

My mother knelt on both sides of me, squirming her delicate body and began to rub my cock with her underwear.

This move is like my mother riding me.

Her hair fluttered to her rhythm, and under her hair, the swaying earrings appeared and cheered for her mother.

You hurry up.Mom paused and took a breath.

Then the warm underwear continued to slowly rub my cock. Although the stimulation from the glans was not enough to help me get rid of the quagmire of carnality, the psychological pleasure had already made me no longer in hell.

This is my favorite mother. She is usually arrogant and is doing such a vulgar move at this moment.

As my mother's squirming movements accelerated, the black hairs scattered on her shoulders began to dance gently. I couldn't see her face, and I could imagine that it was the most beautiful moment for my mother.

Huh... Huh...

My mother began to breathe gently, but she didn't stop riding on me. Her glans was tightly pressed against my mother's underwear, constantly sliding. She could feel that my mother's underwear was wet...

I was so excited that I couldn't help myself. As my desire rose, I couldn't help but whisper, regardless of my mother's advice.

Mom...Mom...Hurry...Hurry again...

My mother lowered her head and responded to my request with her movements. As my mother's movements continued to speed up, I couldn't help but start to gently thrust her waist and cooperate with her mother, but her cock still couldn't satisfy the stimulation of semen and itchyness. Instead, it made me dizzy and my lower body felt even more uncomfortable.

My mother's gasping sound was getting louder and louder, maybe because she was too tired, but her movements were getting slower and slower. Just rubbing her cock with her underwear could not make me vent.

Suddenly, my mother stopped, turned around, reached out to lift the strand of hair that had fallen on her cheeks, and then exposed her face full of blush and sweat.

I cried: Mom...I feel so uncomfortable...No...

My mother looked at me with a blurry look on her eyes.

I've done everything I can.My mother said something a little discouraged.

It's Ah, my mother has done everything she can. For me, she did something that went against her wishes. I can't ask for more.

But is that all I think in my heart?

I don't seem to know.

Maybe I know, but I can't say that anymore and do it again.

I shed tears silently and looked at my mother.

Son, mom really doesn’t know what to do.

Mom turned around and was dejected.

Because of the loss of stimulation, the effect of Viagra caused me to run towards the abyss.

My eyes began to dissipate and my body gradually became weak.

My cock was congested and swollen for a long time, and my brain was already a little lacking in oxygen. I lay in a daze on the bed, as if I couldn't see my mother's back clearly.

The cock, which was hiding under my mother's skirt, was still protesting silently. I understand that if I can't really have sex tonight, it will not stop.

My mother is hard-hearted and soft-hearted, so there should be many ways to make her have a real relationship with me.

Whether it is begging and crying, or at this time I gather my strength to push upwards, I can pierce the last line of defense.

Can I bear the consequences?

This answer cannot be written.

……

When a bird is about to die, its singing is sad; when a person is about to die, its words are good.

The brain has not reached the point of dying, and the dick has arrived.

I love you mom.

When my mother heard this, her delicate body stiffened. She used some force to her palms on my thighs, and her slender fingers fell into my legs.

So my thighs got wet.

Suddenly, a warm wind blew out of the window, and the tears hanging from the corners of my eyes were blown dry, but the tears on my thighs were still there.

Perhaps it was because the tears on the thighs became stronger.