I couldn't bear it. Mom fell asleep, so don't wake her up.
So I lay quietly beside her, putting on her waist, like a lover and a child, closing my eyes.
But it was hard to fall asleep. My mother's smell was so pleasant, mixed with temptation to penetrate my nose, making my whole body burn, although the hottest blood had already rushed into my cock and pressed against my mother's soft buttocks.
Perhaps my mother felt that her butt was being pushed uncomfortable. She twisted her body, but couldn't escape the pursuit of her cock. She twisted twice again, and it seemed that she was about to wake up. I quickly pretended to be asleep, and at the same time, I opened a gap in my eyes and secretly observed what my mother would react.
The cock that was still pressed against my mother's buttocks in the quilt was held by five slender and smooth fingers. The sudden stimulation made me tremble and almost screamed. Fortunately, I finally held it back and deliberately panted and pretended to be asleep.
My mother, who had just woken up from her sleep, might have realized what she was holding in her hand. She let go of her hand like an electric shock, lifted the bedding and sat up. Through the gap in her eyelids, I observed that her face was cold and flushed, and then became angry. She raised her hand to wake me up with a slap and kicked me out of the room. But for some reason, her hand that had already waved into the air stopped forcibly. She sighed and looked at me with a complicated expression. I was afraid of revealing the filling, so I didn't dare to squint her eyes anymore. I could only hear a rustling sound. My mother left the bed and probably went to the bathroom.
After a while, her footsteps sounded, and my mother returned to the bedside. I felt the bedding lift up until it covered my shoulders, and then my mother lay next to me again.
You... I judged that she was facing me through my mother's voice and a scent. She said softly: I really can't do anything to you... Then she was caressed by the cold softness on her face, and her mother said again: Why do you have to be reborn in my belly?When I said this, my mother's tone was very cheerful, as if she was joking. I wonder if she was complaining about my rebelliousness.
After hearing my mother's words, I pretended to be sleeping deeply, wanting to hear what my mother would say next. Perhaps these words are the true thoughts that are closest to her heart.
You were so obedient before... Why are you so naughty now?I don’t know why my mother described me as naughty, but it didn’t sound resentful. My mother stretched out a finger and rubbed it back and forth on the tip of my nose, and said softly: She looked like a harmless person. Who would have thought she was a hooligan, and even a mother-in-law had deceived me.
Actually, it’s not... Mom suddenly sighed, her fingers stopped on the bridge of my nose, and sighed: Son, what should you do in the future...
Now, I don’t know how to continue, I just hope... My mother didn’t say the second half, pinched my face, turned around, wondering if she would fall asleep.
I opened my eyes and looked at the back of my mother's head, thinking blankly about what she said before. I couldn't understand the deep meaning. It sounded like I was blamed but I was helpless, and it seemed that it was not like this... The fact is that my mother didn't kick me off her bed. I think my mother actually doesn't hate me, and she even touched me quietly.
As I was thinking about the fact that my mother's hand accidentally held my cock. This stimulation made me hot again. I felt that my mother was almost asleep. I reached out to attach her delicate body again, stroked it from her hips to the willow waist, and then to the fragrant shoulders.
During the touching, my inner desire was also ejaculation bit by bit. I gritted my teeth, and walked around my mother's arm with my left hand to her breasts. I opened my palms and slowly covered my mother's left breasts. I was afraid that my mother would wake up, so I didn't dare to exert force, so I could only gently feel her softness.
The slight touch of my mother's breasts was a different stimulation, which could accurately feel her amplitude and size. The five extended fingers could not be grasped with one palm. I used a little force, and the soft and hard feeling in my bra and pajamas made me unable to stop. I couldn't help but slowly increase my strength to grab the breast balls in my palm. My heart was beating and I was extremely excited.
As I tried harder, my left finger gradually fell into the breasts on my mother's chest. I couldn't see it, so I closed my eyes, gasped, and pinched it hard, and my palms held the source of my life that I had breastfeeded me and brought me.
The feeling of holding my mother's breasts is like holding the world.
Well~ Mom muttered and stumbled around her chest. I quickly withdrew my hand. Fortunately, my mother didn't react anymore. It seemed that I hadn't woken up.
I thought of the time when I was sleeping next to my mother in the hospital, I felt as nervous as I am now. I don’t know why I had had many relationships with my mother, and I still felt this strong sense of freshness and excitement. I can only blame all this on my mother being the woman I really love.
It is also possible that even in another sense, I have never gotten her, so every intimate contact with her is the first time.
Even if I didn’t have sex with my mother, just touching her through her clothes, I was very satisfied.
To be precise, I feel full of satisfaction in my heart, and I will never be able to be content in my body.
I swallowed my saliva, like a worm shrinking into the quilt, and to the end of the bed. The black quilt was full of my unique smell. My face was probably on my mother's calves, in the darkness. I touched my mother's calves with my feelings. The feel of the pajamas was not very silky, but more of the stimulation in my heart.
My fingers were down, and the dividing line between pajama pants and her skin became obviously different. A raised hardness should be my mother's ankle. I squirmed and shrank downwards, and my fingers slid on my mother's instep. Her slender jade feet were cold, similar to her personality. Even though I was cold, it could warm my heart.
After sliding on my mother's cold back for a few minutes, I gently pinched her round toes and played back and forth. Unlike the hard back, my mother's toes were soft and chubby, and the touch felt a bit like plasticine. I became more and more excited and tried my best to curl up so that my nose could get closer to my mother's naked feet.
With the bone shrinking skills I tried hard to use, my face finally approached the soles of my mother's feet. Although my eyes were pitch black, the smell of fragrant sweat could make me feel that my mother's feet were close to me.
I took a deep breath in the quilt, and it had a little sour smell, which was not bad. Even when mixed with her body fragrance, it smelled addictive and could not stop.
The unique smell tractions me like lines, and I couldn't help but hold my head up.
At this point, my mother's cold soles were no longer spaced with my face, and my eyes, my nose, and even my lips were closely connected to her.
This foot on his face was protected by high heels during the day and quietly hid in the quilt at night. It was the first time I stepped on someone else's skin and other people's face.
No, I am not someone else, I am my mother's son, I am a piece of flesh that fell from her body, I am one with my mother, and this foot should belong to me!
I was a little crazy, my head was hot, and I was more confused than ever when I had a high fever. My face was deep in my heart against the soles of my mother's feet, arching like a puppy, and my wrinkled foot muscles kept rubbing against the organs on my cheeks, and I didn't miss each place.
I wish I could get any part of my face to the smell of my mother's feet, I wish I could get contaminated on my body, I... I was going crazy, I even began to fantasize about my mother standing up, wearing stockings on her legs, and stepping on her feet like high heels. Mom, ravage me to the fullest. I won't feel pain, on the contrary, my love will reach the extreme...
Just as I was moaning silently, suddenly, my five round toes grabbed my face like octopus.
So I lay quietly beside her, putting on her waist, like a lover and a child, closing my eyes.
But it was hard to fall asleep. My mother's smell was so pleasant, mixed with temptation to penetrate my nose, making my whole body burn, although the hottest blood had already rushed into my cock and pressed against my mother's soft buttocks.
Perhaps my mother felt that her butt was being pushed uncomfortable. She twisted her body, but couldn't escape the pursuit of her cock. She twisted twice again, and it seemed that she was about to wake up. I quickly pretended to be asleep, and at the same time, I opened a gap in my eyes and secretly observed what my mother would react.
The cock that was still pressed against my mother's buttocks in the quilt was held by five slender and smooth fingers. The sudden stimulation made me tremble and almost screamed. Fortunately, I finally held it back and deliberately panted and pretended to be asleep.
My mother, who had just woken up from her sleep, might have realized what she was holding in her hand. She let go of her hand like an electric shock, lifted the bedding and sat up. Through the gap in her eyelids, I observed that her face was cold and flushed, and then became angry. She raised her hand to wake me up with a slap and kicked me out of the room. But for some reason, her hand that had already waved into the air stopped forcibly. She sighed and looked at me with a complicated expression. I was afraid of revealing the filling, so I didn't dare to squint her eyes anymore. I could only hear a rustling sound. My mother left the bed and probably went to the bathroom.
After a while, her footsteps sounded, and my mother returned to the bedside. I felt the bedding lift up until it covered my shoulders, and then my mother lay next to me again.
You... I judged that she was facing me through my mother's voice and a scent. She said softly: I really can't do anything to you... Then she was caressed by the cold softness on her face, and her mother said again: Why do you have to be reborn in my belly?When I said this, my mother's tone was very cheerful, as if she was joking. I wonder if she was complaining about my rebelliousness.
After hearing my mother's words, I pretended to be sleeping deeply, wanting to hear what my mother would say next. Perhaps these words are the true thoughts that are closest to her heart.
You were so obedient before... Why are you so naughty now?I don’t know why my mother described me as naughty, but it didn’t sound resentful. My mother stretched out a finger and rubbed it back and forth on the tip of my nose, and said softly: She looked like a harmless person. Who would have thought she was a hooligan, and even a mother-in-law had deceived me.
Actually, it’s not... Mom suddenly sighed, her fingers stopped on the bridge of my nose, and sighed: Son, what should you do in the future...
Now, I don’t know how to continue, I just hope... My mother didn’t say the second half, pinched my face, turned around, wondering if she would fall asleep.
I opened my eyes and looked at the back of my mother's head, thinking blankly about what she said before. I couldn't understand the deep meaning. It sounded like I was blamed but I was helpless, and it seemed that it was not like this... The fact is that my mother didn't kick me off her bed. I think my mother actually doesn't hate me, and she even touched me quietly.
As I was thinking about the fact that my mother's hand accidentally held my cock. This stimulation made me hot again. I felt that my mother was almost asleep. I reached out to attach her delicate body again, stroked it from her hips to the willow waist, and then to the fragrant shoulders.
During the touching, my inner desire was also ejaculation bit by bit. I gritted my teeth, and walked around my mother's arm with my left hand to her breasts. I opened my palms and slowly covered my mother's left breasts. I was afraid that my mother would wake up, so I didn't dare to exert force, so I could only gently feel her softness.
The slight touch of my mother's breasts was a different stimulation, which could accurately feel her amplitude and size. The five extended fingers could not be grasped with one palm. I used a little force, and the soft and hard feeling in my bra and pajamas made me unable to stop. I couldn't help but slowly increase my strength to grab the breast balls in my palm. My heart was beating and I was extremely excited.
As I tried harder, my left finger gradually fell into the breasts on my mother's chest. I couldn't see it, so I closed my eyes, gasped, and pinched it hard, and my palms held the source of my life that I had breastfeeded me and brought me.
The feeling of holding my mother's breasts is like holding the world.
Well~ Mom muttered and stumbled around her chest. I quickly withdrew my hand. Fortunately, my mother didn't react anymore. It seemed that I hadn't woken up.
I thought of the time when I was sleeping next to my mother in the hospital, I felt as nervous as I am now. I don’t know why I had had many relationships with my mother, and I still felt this strong sense of freshness and excitement. I can only blame all this on my mother being the woman I really love.
It is also possible that even in another sense, I have never gotten her, so every intimate contact with her is the first time.
Even if I didn’t have sex with my mother, just touching her through her clothes, I was very satisfied.
To be precise, I feel full of satisfaction in my heart, and I will never be able to be content in my body.
I swallowed my saliva, like a worm shrinking into the quilt, and to the end of the bed. The black quilt was full of my unique smell. My face was probably on my mother's calves, in the darkness. I touched my mother's calves with my feelings. The feel of the pajamas was not very silky, but more of the stimulation in my heart.
My fingers were down, and the dividing line between pajama pants and her skin became obviously different. A raised hardness should be my mother's ankle. I squirmed and shrank downwards, and my fingers slid on my mother's instep. Her slender jade feet were cold, similar to her personality. Even though I was cold, it could warm my heart.
After sliding on my mother's cold back for a few minutes, I gently pinched her round toes and played back and forth. Unlike the hard back, my mother's toes were soft and chubby, and the touch felt a bit like plasticine. I became more and more excited and tried my best to curl up so that my nose could get closer to my mother's naked feet.
With the bone shrinking skills I tried hard to use, my face finally approached the soles of my mother's feet. Although my eyes were pitch black, the smell of fragrant sweat could make me feel that my mother's feet were close to me.
I took a deep breath in the quilt, and it had a little sour smell, which was not bad. Even when mixed with her body fragrance, it smelled addictive and could not stop.
The unique smell tractions me like lines, and I couldn't help but hold my head up.
At this point, my mother's cold soles were no longer spaced with my face, and my eyes, my nose, and even my lips were closely connected to her.
This foot on his face was protected by high heels during the day and quietly hid in the quilt at night. It was the first time I stepped on someone else's skin and other people's face.
No, I am not someone else, I am my mother's son, I am a piece of flesh that fell from her body, I am one with my mother, and this foot should belong to me!
I was a little crazy, my head was hot, and I was more confused than ever when I had a high fever. My face was deep in my heart against the soles of my mother's feet, arching like a puppy, and my wrinkled foot muscles kept rubbing against the organs on my cheeks, and I didn't miss each place.
I wish I could get any part of my face to the smell of my mother's feet, I wish I could get contaminated on my body, I... I was going crazy, I even began to fantasize about my mother standing up, wearing stockings on her legs, and stepping on her feet like high heels. Mom, ravage me to the fullest. I won't feel pain, on the contrary, my love will reach the extreme...
Just as I was moaning silently, suddenly, my five round toes grabbed my face like octopus.
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