I was happy when I heard this. My mother was able to say this, which means she was no longer resistant to my intention today. She couldn't help but feel a little proud and said with greater urgency: Is it okay to come first? No one passed by here, even if someone just needs to not make a sound.
How could she not make a sound... Mom turned around and glared at me. After saying this, her face suddenly turned red, she cleared her throat and said: It's just not possible anyway.Maybe I felt that covering my glans with my palm would make me feel irreversible. My mother stopped and let go, let go... Did you hear me?
I knew it was impossible to get a car with my mother. I held her struggling arm tightly, leaned back to the next best, and said with the intention of inquiry: OK OK OK OK OK OK I will never move you, so do something else, right?
When my mother heard this, she stopped struggling and said coldly: What do you want to do?
I coughed twice and pretended to think. Until I couldn't resist my mother's gaze, I whispered: Yes, even you know, there is no such thing, right? Speaking of this, I could feel my mother's gaze suddenly became cold, and I quickly said: But you are right, doing it in the car... it may be discovered by others. I mean a different way.
My mother was blushed by my words. Maybe she knew that I wouldn't give up if I didn't let me vent. She calmed down and said: What do you want?
What do I think? I glanced at my mother's hot cheeks because of embarrassment, nervousness and shyness. I looked at her bright red lips, and thought about how comfortable it would be to be held in her cock. Maybe my straight gaze made my mother feel uncomfortable. She tried hard to raise her face and said: I warn you, don't go too far.
One sentence put me into reality. It is definitely impossible to let my mother use her mouth. I would probably get a big-eared melon seed when I said it. I withdrew my gaze and said in a low voice: Just... You can use it... Halfway through my words, my gaze returned to my mother's thin lips. I swallowed, gave up this idea in my mother's vigilant eyes, and said: Use your hands.
After saying that, I observed my mother's reaction. She was not much ashamed and annoyed. Instead, there was an unexpected surprise in her eyes. Maybe she felt that I was like her and she only made a relatively easy-to-accept request.
To be honest, I regret it. Even though I knew that my mother would unconditionally accommodate me today, I should give it a try. Even if it didn’t work, I could take the opportunity to ask for more. I opened my mouth, but my mother took the lead and said in a deep voice: No other ideas are allowed.
Seeing this, I had no choice but to give up and let go of my mother's wrist and want her to do it by herself.
My mother gave me a blank look, but the hand hanging above the glans did not move for a long time. I felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but gently press her palm to remind her.
My mother knew that it was not a big deal to continue this stalemate. She sighed with resentment and held the stick unfamiliarly with her palm. The sudden stimulation made my cock beat in her palm. You know, this was my mother who took the initiative to masturbate, which was different from the previous forced with three points. The psychological stimulation made me thirsty: Mom, move...
Don't call me!My mother was a little annoyed for some reason, and she yelled, but her hands gradually moved. She held the stick and gently stroked it. Her hand skills were very unfamiliar at the beginning, but they became familiar in the stroke. My mother couldn't help sweating, mixed with the liquid secreted by the horse urethra, making the whole cock sticky and slippery. My mother felt the change in her hand, her brows frowned, and she was clean by nature. She must have been a little repulsive. Her psychological disgust but her heart beat wildly with my helpless look. I don't know why.
After dozens of times, the bracelet was stretched to the glans and increased some force. I couldn't help but moan softly. My mother seemed to have mastered the key points and copied them. Every time she stroked the glans, she would stroke them lightly and hard, and secretly observe my reaction at the same time. I also cooperated and made a comfortable cry, just as an encouragement to my mother.
Gradually, the numb feeling began to spread to my back under my mother's stroke. Although my mother's little hand was not very refreshing, she would pinch me from time to time because she couldn't master the strength well, but it was because she could hold my mother at will on weekdays that had to masturbate for me shyly at this time. This psychological stimulation made the ejaculation feel so fast.
One after another, my current flowed straight into my mind, and my hands were not idle. I drilled into my mother's underwear, stayed on her soft belly for a moment, then rushed up and held the lower edge of my mother's breasts. What's amazing is that my mother did not stop me. I opened my eyes and glanced at her. My mother closed her eyes and kept beating, just as she kept masturbating for her son.
One of my palms gently dragged the lower edge of my mother's breasts, heavy and soft. I couldn't help pinching them. My breasts were overflowing, like a bag full of milk. No matter how I kneaded them, they would rebound as before after I let go. My mother might want to end this awkward situation as soon as possible. Her hands accelerated, and at the same time, the other hand also stroked my balls and gently kneaded them without any guidance. I was surprised and happy, not to be outdone on the ground. Without too much exploration, my thumb and index finger found the hard nipple and gently pinched it.
Well~ A light moan overflowed from my mother's mouth, soft and weak, as if it was a fairy sound. My last line of defense was defeated, and my cock was quickly occupied by blood. My mother felt my change and let go of my hand and might want to take a tissue, but it was too late. I quickly grabbed it with another empty hand and covered it on my cock. My mother paused for a moment and did not resist. The semen hit my mother's palm like a water gun. My mother held the base of the cock with the other hand and squeezed it upward, as if she was trying to squeeze out the last drop of semen. I was so happy that I didn't know where I was. Close my eyes and felt this indescribable beauty, holding my mother's breasts and tightly.
I don’t know how long it took, but my mother spoke softly: OK?I opened my eyes and looked at my mother who was blushing. I felt a little disappointed for some reason. Well...
My mother slowly pulled her hand out of the blanket. One of her fair and tender hands was covered with sticky semen. My mother looked at her with disgust. Her other hand knocked down the arm that was still holding her breasts. Don’t let go after it’s okay?
After saying this, she probably regretted it and glared at me: Look at the good things you did!I took a few tissues for her with apologies. My mother took them with her hands and wiped them carefully. I don’t know if it was the sage model after ejaculation that made me feel unprecedentedly blamed. I said seriously: Mom, don’t worry, from tomorrow, I will be your good son again.
The mother's wiping stopped. She stared at her delicate fingers, and was silent for a while, and Feng Qingyun replied, "Yeah."
How could she not make a sound... Mom turned around and glared at me. After saying this, her face suddenly turned red, she cleared her throat and said: It's just not possible anyway.Maybe I felt that covering my glans with my palm would make me feel irreversible. My mother stopped and let go, let go... Did you hear me?
I knew it was impossible to get a car with my mother. I held her struggling arm tightly, leaned back to the next best, and said with the intention of inquiry: OK OK OK OK OK OK I will never move you, so do something else, right?
When my mother heard this, she stopped struggling and said coldly: What do you want to do?
I coughed twice and pretended to think. Until I couldn't resist my mother's gaze, I whispered: Yes, even you know, there is no such thing, right? Speaking of this, I could feel my mother's gaze suddenly became cold, and I quickly said: But you are right, doing it in the car... it may be discovered by others. I mean a different way.
My mother was blushed by my words. Maybe she knew that I wouldn't give up if I didn't let me vent. She calmed down and said: What do you want?
What do I think? I glanced at my mother's hot cheeks because of embarrassment, nervousness and shyness. I looked at her bright red lips, and thought about how comfortable it would be to be held in her cock. Maybe my straight gaze made my mother feel uncomfortable. She tried hard to raise her face and said: I warn you, don't go too far.
One sentence put me into reality. It is definitely impossible to let my mother use her mouth. I would probably get a big-eared melon seed when I said it. I withdrew my gaze and said in a low voice: Just... You can use it... Halfway through my words, my gaze returned to my mother's thin lips. I swallowed, gave up this idea in my mother's vigilant eyes, and said: Use your hands.
After saying that, I observed my mother's reaction. She was not much ashamed and annoyed. Instead, there was an unexpected surprise in her eyes. Maybe she felt that I was like her and she only made a relatively easy-to-accept request.
To be honest, I regret it. Even though I knew that my mother would unconditionally accommodate me today, I should give it a try. Even if it didn’t work, I could take the opportunity to ask for more. I opened my mouth, but my mother took the lead and said in a deep voice: No other ideas are allowed.
Seeing this, I had no choice but to give up and let go of my mother's wrist and want her to do it by herself.
My mother gave me a blank look, but the hand hanging above the glans did not move for a long time. I felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but gently press her palm to remind her.
My mother knew that it was not a big deal to continue this stalemate. She sighed with resentment and held the stick unfamiliarly with her palm. The sudden stimulation made my cock beat in her palm. You know, this was my mother who took the initiative to masturbate, which was different from the previous forced with three points. The psychological stimulation made me thirsty: Mom, move...
Don't call me!My mother was a little annoyed for some reason, and she yelled, but her hands gradually moved. She held the stick and gently stroked it. Her hand skills were very unfamiliar at the beginning, but they became familiar in the stroke. My mother couldn't help sweating, mixed with the liquid secreted by the horse urethra, making the whole cock sticky and slippery. My mother felt the change in her hand, her brows frowned, and she was clean by nature. She must have been a little repulsive. Her psychological disgust but her heart beat wildly with my helpless look. I don't know why.
After dozens of times, the bracelet was stretched to the glans and increased some force. I couldn't help but moan softly. My mother seemed to have mastered the key points and copied them. Every time she stroked the glans, she would stroke them lightly and hard, and secretly observe my reaction at the same time. I also cooperated and made a comfortable cry, just as an encouragement to my mother.
Gradually, the numb feeling began to spread to my back under my mother's stroke. Although my mother's little hand was not very refreshing, she would pinch me from time to time because she couldn't master the strength well, but it was because she could hold my mother at will on weekdays that had to masturbate for me shyly at this time. This psychological stimulation made the ejaculation feel so fast.
One after another, my current flowed straight into my mind, and my hands were not idle. I drilled into my mother's underwear, stayed on her soft belly for a moment, then rushed up and held the lower edge of my mother's breasts. What's amazing is that my mother did not stop me. I opened my eyes and glanced at her. My mother closed her eyes and kept beating, just as she kept masturbating for her son.
One of my palms gently dragged the lower edge of my mother's breasts, heavy and soft. I couldn't help pinching them. My breasts were overflowing, like a bag full of milk. No matter how I kneaded them, they would rebound as before after I let go. My mother might want to end this awkward situation as soon as possible. Her hands accelerated, and at the same time, the other hand also stroked my balls and gently kneaded them without any guidance. I was surprised and happy, not to be outdone on the ground. Without too much exploration, my thumb and index finger found the hard nipple and gently pinched it.
Well~ A light moan overflowed from my mother's mouth, soft and weak, as if it was a fairy sound. My last line of defense was defeated, and my cock was quickly occupied by blood. My mother felt my change and let go of my hand and might want to take a tissue, but it was too late. I quickly grabbed it with another empty hand and covered it on my cock. My mother paused for a moment and did not resist. The semen hit my mother's palm like a water gun. My mother held the base of the cock with the other hand and squeezed it upward, as if she was trying to squeeze out the last drop of semen. I was so happy that I didn't know where I was. Close my eyes and felt this indescribable beauty, holding my mother's breasts and tightly.
I don’t know how long it took, but my mother spoke softly: OK?I opened my eyes and looked at my mother who was blushing. I felt a little disappointed for some reason. Well...
My mother slowly pulled her hand out of the blanket. One of her fair and tender hands was covered with sticky semen. My mother looked at her with disgust. Her other hand knocked down the arm that was still holding her breasts. Don’t let go after it’s okay?
After saying this, she probably regretted it and glared at me: Look at the good things you did!I took a few tissues for her with apologies. My mother took them with her hands and wiped them carefully. I don’t know if it was the sage model after ejaculation that made me feel unprecedentedly blamed. I said seriously: Mom, don’t worry, from tomorrow, I will be your good son again.
The mother's wiping stopped. She stared at her delicate fingers, and was silent for a while, and Feng Qingyun replied, "Yeah."
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