In the room, I kept walking like a headless fly, trying to cover up my inner anxiety and fear.
He held his hands behind his back, clenched them unconsciously.If I open my hands now, I will find that my palms are covered with sweat.
My mother and I have no communication at all in the past few days since the incident of my mother finding out that I had cum on her underwear.
Even when I asked me to have dinner, I knocked on the door a few times, but I didn’t hear it, so I could only warm up the meal by myself afterwards.
If I keep fighting like this, I don't care.But yesterday my mother received a call in the living room, which was called by her father, saying that he was coming back tonight.
At that time, I was sitting at the desk in my room, recalling my milky white semen slowly flowing down from the base of my mother's thighs, while wrapping my cock with toilet paper and masturbating. It was much better to simply recall this scene than using my mother's stockings and underwear.
But when I heard the news that my father was about to go home, my cock instantly softened and my teeth couldn't help but fight.
As for why, maybe like the pity dog that was played with by Paplov, I was trained to have conditioned reflexes by my father using his leash.
At least since I have memories, my father’s image in my mind is a demon king who keeps waving his belt and brings me pain and punishment.
The devil's face was blurred, but his figure was tall and dark.
Because my father was so majestic at home, I didn't even dare to really raise my head and look at him.
So after searching the memories carefully, I couldn't even outline my father's current appearance in my mind. The only thing I can remember is the appearance in their wedding photos in their bedroom.
As for my mother, she is also very obedient.
Of course my father would not attack her directly, but using violent punishment on the grounds that I made a mistake is enough to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.
Therefore, when my father punished me at first, my mother tried to stop my father from corporal punishment for me, but later, my father's eyes were often enough to make my mother silent and leave the scene of the violence consciously.
The result is that this family has been governed by my father to become his ideal country, and he is personally superior, while my mother and I have the only responsibility and obligation to surrender.
Fortunately, my father was later assigned by the board of directors to develop a branch in another place. Although his salary and options increased several times, he had to travel frequently.
This made me feel much more relaxed at home because my mother, a weak woman, did not have much deterrence to me.
Of course, I have reason to believe that my mother was relieved that her father needed to travel frequently.
Because even though I made some mistakes, my father often helped me cover up when he came home on a business trip. Maybe she didn't want the family to be filled with pain.
So, although I was walking in the room at this time, although I was very nervous inside, I was still thinking about the probability that my mother would not reveal me.
It should be noted that it is certainly impossible for mothers to experience this kind of sexual harassment once or twice.
After all, a beautiful woman with such outstanding figure and appearance is squeezing the subway and bus with ordinary office workers. For the criminals hidden in the crowd, it is simply a fat meat to her mouth. How could she easily let her go?
I remember one time when I was a child, my mother picked me up from school. After getting on the bus, she chose the seat facing the aisle in order to sit side by side with me. However, the next experience proved that this choice was not very wise.
When we arrived at the next stop, the crowd flocked into the car.And when the crowd in the car was rearranged and combined, a monster uncle with masks and sunglasses was standing right in front of his mother.
That day, my mother wore a short black suspender dress with light makeup, looking gentle and charming.
However, when this skirt is sitting, the skirt just covers the upper end of the knees, so you need to keep your legs tightly together like a lady in case people who shouldn't see the beautiful scenery they shouldn't see.
But I think the reason why a beauty is a beauty is that the beauty is not only in the dark and deep and rarely visited places, but even the exposed knees are confusing.
Of course, the uncle thought so too. The uncle's crotch became more and more swelling, and finally slowly touched his mother's white and tender knees, which were tempting and pink.
And as the vehicle swayed, it rubbed around my mother's knees, and it was a lot of fun.
From my perspective, it can be said that it is quite enjoyable to see the expression behind his sunglasses, and it is obviously an old fry.
As for my mother, when her hot and hard cock was pressed between her knees, she actually discovered it.
But she thought that the other person who harassed her in the past would be the same as the one who had harassed her before, so she would just be satisfied.
But this uncle never ended, so she saw her legs together, swaying left and right to try her best to get rid of the entangled cock, but the uncle obviously would not let her go.
He also pretended to move with his mother's legs as the vehicle swayed.
Seeing that this move was ineffective, my mother tried to move backwards, but her plump butt obviously didn't leave her much room for dodging. She just moved a little and ended up.
With such a little distance, it was effortless for the uncle. Just push his hips forward slightly, and his mother's knees became a toy that the uncle wanted to play with.
My mother, who was in trouble, dared not speak out.
I could only let the uncle rub his cock between her tight knees and try to insert the gap between her legs.
But my mother didn't know that this helpless submissive expression could arouse men's desires more.
Seeing that my mother stopped struggling, the uncle knew that her mother gave up on resisting, so she was not in a hurry to ejaculate.
Instead, he kept drawing circles around his mother's knees with his dick to tease her.
Feeling the heat coming from the itchy cock around her knees through the thin fabric of the uncle's pants, my mother knew that it was obviously impossible for the uncle to give up.
Reality is not a pornographic movie. It is probably unlikely that an uncle will not be discovered with such a big move.
Mom looked around quietly and sighed softly.
I guess she should have realized the problem.
First, I was sitting next to her, and the uncle's movements continued. My mother was afraid that I would find something abnormal. Second, there were many residents in the same community on this bus to pick up their children home. If everyone discovered it, this kind of thing would soon reach my father's ears.
So, it is to continue to be stalemate with the uncle at the risk of being discovered by the crowd around him, or to give him some sweetness and let the uncle fight quickly.
Mom bit her rosy lower lip with her teeth, thought for a while, and slowly opened her legs a little, giving the uncle room to insert his dick into it.
The uncle behind the sunglasses was obviously stunned. I could find the surprise through the eyes behind the sunglasses. Maybe he had harassed so many women on the bus. Some were so thin-skinned and embarrassed to bear it. Some were cursing that they could not get out of Taiwan and could only escape in shame. However, today there was a person who took the initiative to accept him and was still so beautiful, which surprised him.
But his eyes rolled and he looked at me, and he should understand why his mother was willing to open her legs and accept his cock.
He stretched his hips forward with joy and his penis penetrated between his legs.
However, the space reserved by my mother was a little large, and the uncle's penis could not be filled, so the uncle pushed his glans against his mother's legs and signaled to his mother.
My mother obviously understood what he meant, but she was obviously unwilling to do so. It was shameful enough to take the initiative to spread her legs to accept the uncle. She also asked her to take the initiative to clip his thing, which was simply embarrassing her.
But the uncle is an old man after all, and he has carefully selected the drive he chooses.
So when the bus arrived at the next stop, there were many people coming up. As there were already many people in the middle and rear of the bus, this group of new passengers were crowded in the front part of the car where my mother and I were.
This means that there are more people around you, that is, the uncle's dirty behavior is easier to be discovered.
My mother knew that there would be a group of people coming up next stop. Such a stalemate would only be detrimental to her, so my mother could only take the initiative to close her legs and clamp the uncle's glans.
The uncle obviously had never experienced the experience of being actively wrapped around the glans by the soft flesh on the woman's thigh.
This cold and soft touch is transmitted to the sensitive nerves on the glans through the fabric of the pants. This is the most rare enjoyment in summer.
The uncle involuntarily began to gently swing his waist back and forth, allowing the glans to break the resistance formed by the soft flesh on his mother's legs over and over again, and enjoyed it. The mother gritted her teeth and grabbed the railing beside her and silently endured the impact of the uncle.
My mother obviously didn't want the uncle to last too long, because there were so many people in the car, and even the slight movements would be easily discovered after lasting for a long time.
So he tiptoed slightly on his legs, allowing the soft flesh on his legs to apply additional rotation while wrapping the uncle's glans.
But my mother didn't expect that the uncle obviously felt her movements, and understood that my mother was more anxious to let him ejaculate than she did.
So he simply stopped moving and let his mother serve him.
Of course, my mother noticed the uncle's plan, and she was so angry that she was itchy but she could do nothing.
This dangerous behavior lasts for one second and the risk of exposure is one more minute.
So my mother could only serve the uncle with her legs. In order to speed up the uncle's ejaculation, she deliberately lowered the collar on her chest, exposing the lace lace of the black bra matched with a black dress, and the white, tender and plump breasts wrapped in the bra were also exposed to the uncle's hot eyes at this time.
My mother turned her head and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window, but her mind was actually completely focused on how to use her legs to make the uncle ejaculate quickly.
Maybe it was because the uncle was sexually harassed everywhere through the rough cloth of his pants all year round. Although his mother served the uncle's glans in various ways, he just didn't ejaculate. At this time, my mother might regret why she didn't wear a pair of stockings before going out.
In desperation, my mother could only lower her collar a little again. The well-deserved flat-neck dress was about to turn into a deep V at this moment, and the gullies on my mother's chest were completely exposed.
At the same time, in order to better accept the uncle's penis, my mother also pulled the zipper on the side of the skirt upwards to facilitate the spread of her legs and accept more parts of the penis.
At this point, the uncle's penis was almost buried in the soft flesh on the inner side of my mother's thighs, without looking through the eyes. Even through the mask and sunglasses, I could feel that the uncle was so happy.
But even though my mother had already achieved this, the uncle was still enjoying her mother's service, without any intention of ejaculation.
I don’t know if there are too many people in the car and the air is not circulating and too hot, or if I have been exercising for a long time, or for some other reason, my mother’s cheeks were slightly red at this time, and the hair on her forehead was wet with sweat slightly oozing out and stuck to it.
By using the skill of stroking the broken hair from his forehead with his hands behind his ears, my mother glared at the uncle fiercely, perhaps because she wanted to express why she had done this level, so why didn't he ejaculate?
The uncle knew the situation at this time very well. Not only did he know the operation status of the bus, but he also guessed why his mother cooperated with him so much.
So, he knew that he could ask for more than that in his mother.
So his eyes behind his sunglasses glanced left and right hand to his crotch.
My mother thought the uncle was going to touch her legs, so she wanted to avoid it like a conditioned reflex, but immediately came back to her senses and stopped accepting her fate.
But unexpectedly, the uncle pulled open the chain of his pants.
The glans that were swollen and purple were first poked out, guiding the penis that followed immediately into my mother's legs, and had an intimate contact with the soft flesh between my mother's thighs.
My mother was caught off guard by the sudden heat and hardness between her legs. She didn't expect that the uncle was so blatant. Wouldn't he be afraid of being discovered?
But she instantly realized that she was harassed by such old fry, and now she was afraid that she would be discovered.
These thoughts were actually in a moment. Before her mother's surprised expression had receded from her face, she had already reacted. She glanced at me at the outskirts and wanted to confirm whether I had seen it. Then she moved her body forward and pressed her legs directly against the uncle's legs.
At the same time, the skirt was pulled down and tried its best to cover the uncle's dick.
The dress that was originally pulled into a deep V by my mother was pulled deeper again, and the bra cup was almost exposed, and the thin suspenders of the dress were almost reaching the limit of tension.
But at this time, the uncle's penis between his legs was obviously more fatal, so he could only protect the lower part first.
At that time, I was curious why my mother's clothes suddenly turned like this, so I took a few more glances, but my mother was so nervous that she had no time to pay attention to me.
After pausing for a moment, my mother's legs moved again.
The uncle's cock was shaking up and down and rubbed back and forth. The mother's legs were serving her with all her best, and there was no separation of fabric, and the contact and friction of the meat was touched by the flesh.
I was so hard to remember the scenes at that time. It’s not difficult to imagine how happy the uncle was at that time.
While mothers have to feel the hardness and temperature of the uncle between their legs, they can guess which movements the uncle is more sensitive to so that the uncle can ejaculate faster. At the same time, they also need to pay attention to not overdoing their movements to avoid being discovered.
With physical exercise, mental activity and tight nerves, my mother was already sweating slightly. At this time, the sweat beads were sliding down the temples. She originally grabbed the skirt with both hands to prevent the uncle's cock from being exposed, but now she could only free one hand to fan the wind and try to dispel the red glow on her cheeks. She was in a mess.
But the more embarrassed the mother was, the more calm the uncle became.
His eyes behind his sunglasses had lost their focal length. If the method written in Xiao Huang's book is correct, I guess the uncle should have been diverting his attention at that time and making his nerves more insensitive so that he can enjoy it for a longer time.
Maybe it was the uncle's method that worked, maybe it was because my mother's legs were too smooth and it caused insufficient friction, but the uncle kept insisting.
My mother was obviously a little discouraged, so she simply leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, regardless of the cock between her legs, and looked like she was like what you like. Anyway, she didn't have many stops to leave home.
The uncle was a little stunned when he saw this, but his eyes turned and his crotch began to thrust again, which was very eye-catching.
Mom was shocked and looked at the uncle nervously.
The uncle just kept not moving and made her forget why she cooperated with him so much.
I believe the two have reached certain agreements through their eyes, although I don’t know if my mother can see the eyes behind through her sunglasses.
But my mother began to move with her fate again. This time, unlike before, she swallowed, and hesitated for a while and frowned and covered her hands on her legs, covering her other hand with one hand.
Although the hand below was slightly moved, I could still see clearly from my angle. My mother was rubbing the uncle's cock under the skirt with her hands. Her tender white fingers were probably flying up and down the uncle's glans, rubbing the glans with the help of the fabric of the skirt.
You should know that although my mother is a housewife, she takes special care of her hands. She not only wears gloves for housework, but also has to apply a thick layer of hand cream to maintain it after doing housework every day.
Now, her own hands, which she cared for, are serving a despicable man who harassed her on the bus.
Therefore, you can imagine how reluctant my mother is.
But the more disgusting he put on his expression, the more he felt psychologically happy.
Because no matter how disgusting you, you still have to serve me obediently.
In this sense, my mother's disgusting expression helped me instead.
Finally, under the double attack of my mother's unremitting efforts and the psychological stimulation caused by accident, the uncle behind the sunglasses rolled his eyes and sighed with satisfaction.
However, at this time, the uncle's penis was still between his mother's legs. The semen that gushed out would not fly into the tissue or the condom obediently, but remained completely between his mother's legs from beginning to end.
Recalling my mother's actions carefully, when the uncle first ejaculated, although he should have expected it, he still disgusted with the uncle's semen and tried to avoid the ejaculation of the semen. However, if his legs were spread, the semen could be driven straight into his mother's underwear.
My mother obviously thought of this, and then closed her legs again, using the soft flesh between her legs to take over the uncle's remaining semen.
The uncle retracted his dick back to his crotch with satisfaction. Before he took it back, he rubbed the remaining semen on his dick into his mom's skirt with his mother's disgusting eyes.
But Pity's mother may be afraid that the uncle's semen will flow out from her legs and that others will smell the stinky smell of her body, so she can only clamp her legs tightly.
The two of us watched the uncle get off the car swaying at the next stop, while our mother herself took the uncle's semen for several more stops before she got home.
When getting off the car, my mother still clamped her legs and moved slowly, afraid that the semen would leak out, so her walking posture was quite funny.
It was not until she got out of the car that my mother felt relieved and rubbed all her semen onto her skirt while no one was paying attention.
Anyway, she no longer plans to take this skirt.
After getting home, my mother didn't say anything, but went to the bathroom to take a long time until I used up all the hot water, which made me have to take a cold shower.
And the uncle naturally couldn't say anything to me.
The male and female protagonists in this incident thought I was too young and didn’t understand anything, and I was young at that time, and I did not understand anything, but in the uncle’s intoxicated expression, I learned that my mother’s body could bring happiness to men.
Although this incident was not discovered by the people around her and her father knew about it, the grove on her chest was exposed because she pulled her skirt to cover the uncle's cock between her legs, which made her very upset of gossip between the aunts in the community.
Of course there are more excessive examples. Once I accidentally heard my mother and Aunt Mei call. Yes, it was the woman who had the previous call that made me fall into this situation now.
Where am I slutty?I've only done it with my husband so far.Unlike you, I have played with so many men.Mom was lying in the bedroom and talking on the phone with Aunt Mei, talking about some women's topics.
Bah, what a lustful body.It’s not my final say to grow up like this. God knows how painful it is for those men to stare at you from morning to night.
If I could change Ah, I would have wanted you to taste the pain of big breasts.
It's Ah, not only does my shoulders feel sore every day, it's hard to buy clothes, but I feel like I'm being harassed every day.
For Ah, it is Ah.Those men were so annoying.I knew that I touched and grinded my clothes on women. Every time I got off the car, my clothes were wrinkled, and I didn’t dare to go out in my newly bought skirt.
Mom complained.
How did you touch it?You won't want to know.
Wait a minute, why do you suddenly want to hear such things? You little slut, don’t put your other hand in the place you shouldn’t have.Mom said angrily.
How else can I touch it?Just rub your butt, or use your crotch to push it a few times.There are also some people who are more courageous and want to put their hands into my skirt and touch me.But as soon as I struggled, they didn't dare to continue.
The one I hate the most is the kind that secretly cums on my clothes and stockings.When this happened the first time, I went to the company and was reminded by my colleague that there was something dirty on my skirt.It's a shame.Later, every time I got off the bus, I was not busy going to the company, but checked for my body whether there was any semen I didn’t know where I came from.
I can't do anything about Ah, it's not one or two times a day, so I've been a little irrelevant for so long.
Humph, do you think everything will be fine if you avoid the rush hour in the morning and evening?You underestimate them too much, just to touch my butt, they are willing to squat at the bus stop for an hour, and they don't care even if they are late for a while at work.I don’t know what these two pieces of fat are easy to touch.
Let me ride a bike?Not to mention whether I will ride my calves thickly, I just say that my home is so far away from the company, and it will take me time to get up at around 5 o'clock every day.
By the way, Xiaomei, you don’t know how excessive that man was on the bus once.My mother suddenly felt aggrieved.
What does it mean to be too much?It would be fine if those people usually touched and rubbed through their clothes.I endured it. That day, I was wearing a backless outfit, so we went shopping together to buy the pink and green one.The man actually opened his mouth from behind and reached into my bra and pinched my breasts hard. When he pulled his hand out, he actually grabbed my nipples.It hurt my tears.After I checked that day, I found that my breasts were pinched with big handprints, one by one, one purple.
Mom accused her close friend of the phone.
Are you still laughing?And what does it mean to pinch my nipples and be sure to be full of water?Only you and my husband know about my nipples being sensitive. If you make fun of me like this, I will not tell you anything in the future.I was almost pinched to death.
My mother's shameful and anxious voice came from her bedroom to my ears.
How did you explain to my husband?I applied all the bottle of volcanic mud mask I gave to my company Women's Day on my chest.
Yes, I'm so smart.
Oh, I won’t talk to you anymore. My husband is back later. I still have to cook.
Therefore, I am still a little sure that my mother is unwilling to let her father know that she was sexually harassed. After all, she is willing to pay for such a price.
Moreover, there is another thing that makes me feel a little confident about it. Of course, I am obsessed with fantasy and can't tell whether this happened.
It was last year that I woke up from my pervert attributes and looked at my mother's fat piece that was so close to me, but I didn't just go there.
Then, one day, after watching porn videos imported from Japan, I had a lot of ideas.
When I got home, I acted coquettishly with my mother and begged her to take me to the bookstore.
Mom had no choice but to agree.
However, since I was just accompanying me, the little kid in her eyes, my mother didn't dress up much, she just put on light makeup and chose a white slim dress, not even my favorite stockings. However, for the purpose of this trip, not wearing stockings is actually more beneficial to my plan.
But if you say that this outfit is not attractive to men at all, I wouldn’t agree.
Just talking about the curves of breasts and buttocks outlined by clothes is not something that ordinary men can bear.
Walking on the road, even I could feel the hot gaze that swept over from time to time. That gaze made me creepy as if I had seen me all. It was hard to imagine how my mother, who was in the focus of her eyes, endured all this.
Because I lied to my mother that the books designated by the teacher were only available in the bookstore a little far away from home. My mother thought she wanted to take a taxi, but when she wanted to take a taxi, I used environmental protection and money-saving reasons, and finally persuaded her to give up taking a taxi.
My mother had to take the bus again after several years.
In my plan, I chose a bus route with relatively large numbers of people, so when we got on the bus, there were a lot of people on the bus and there were no seats.
My mother had to stand in the aisle, holding the handle with her left hand and holding my left hand with her right hand to prevent me from falling.
I prayed secretly inside, hoping that the plot in the movie would appear sooner.
In this way, when lustful people stretch out Lushan's claws to take advantage of their mothers, I, a little pervert, can barely get a piece of the pie.
As the bus moves forward one by one, I feel more and more depressed.Is it possible to be a pervert?
Maybe there are really not so many perverts in real life?
Until two migrant workers who were obviously just finished working got on the bus, I felt relieved.
Because, the moment they saw their mother, the fatigue in their expression was completely wiped out, and their eyes lit up instantly.
I have seen this kind of look in the movie too many times, and the owner of the look knows that they can find happiness in their mother's body.
The bus stopped and walked, and the crowds were up and down. Suddenly, two migrant workers even double-teamed their mothers one after another.
I frowned with smelly sweat. My mother probably smelled the smell, but I guess she was not attentive to pay attention to the smell, because my mother was holding my left and right hand, sweat was already oozing out of my hand, slippery and could hardly grasp my hand.
Of course I know what my mother is nervous about, because the migrant workers behind my mother are using their bulging crotch to test their mother's bottom line bit by bit with the shaking of the bus.
First, I gently pushed my mother's butt and then with the inertia of parking, my crotch pressed against my mother's buttocks and stopped moving.
Looking at the depression of the mother's buttocks beside her, it is not difficult to imagine how much enjoyment the amazing elasticity will bring to the migrant workers behind her.
Feeling the migrant worker's cock behind him pushing his butt, my mother wanted to take a step forward and avoid his cock.
But as soon as she was about to step forward, a hard thing pressed on her lower abdomen.
Mom didn't have to lower her head and knew that it was the dick of the migrant worker in front.So I could only stay in the stalemate and dare not take any other actions.
This is different from the harassment my mother encountered when she was working. At that time, most of the people who harassed her were white-collar workers in the company and did not dare to do too much. After all, the city people were well-informed and were caught and had a bad reputation.
Migrant workers have high mobility, so what if you catch them now? You will work in another city.
Therefore, when harassing, you don’t pay attention to the right measure, but do whatever you like.
My mother was obviously aware of this problem and was so nervous that her legs were trembling slightly.
Looking at the mother who was afraid to move, the migrant workers behind her became more and more impatient, and their legs were constantly bent and stretched slightly, allowing their cock to go along with the seams of their mother's buttocks. With the help of the smooth fabric of the dress, they kept slipping from their waists to their mother's private parts.
If it weren't for the dress that was supported by my mother's plump buttocks, she might have really been able to push her through her clothes.
Looking at the migrant worker in front of my mother, she was grinning at this time, and her yellow teeth that had been pickled by tobacco and alcohol all year round were uneven.
It turned out that a dog had just rushed over in front of the car, and the driver was so scared that he braked the car urgently.
My mother, who was so nervous that her legs were weak, also rushed into his arms.
My mother's soft and plump breasts pounced on him, and her chest was squeezed flat, and her plump breasts were almost squeezed out from the edge of the bra.
And this amazing touch also made him squint his eyes so comfortable.
When his mother controlled her balance and wanted to get up from him, while he pretended to help her up, his hand accidentally pressed on her mother's breasts, causing a wave of breasts.
While he was surprised that one hand could not grasp his mother's big breasts, he also pinched them a few times.
Now grinning, I guess I am savoring the amazing feel of my mother's dress, the silky fabric and soft breasts.
The migrant worker in front of my mother was happy, but my mother complained secretly.
Because of her plump breasts, my mother hates wearing thick sponge bras, but prefers to wear thin bras.
For mothers, thin models are better anywhere, and the only disadvantage is that they are easily stimulated to sensitive nipples.
When the migrant worker grabbed his mother's breasts just now, he just rubbed his mother's nipples through his bra.
Originally, my mother's nipples were very sensitive, but now it is even harder to restrain her pleasure when rubbed through the fabric, so my mother's legs are shaking constantly.
I secretly cheered for the migrant worker ahead. If I work harder to make my mother soft, I will be able to have fun.
But a disgusting smell suddenly came, even worse than the previous sweat odor. I turned my head and saw that the migrant worker behind my mother felt that it was not enough to hold her through her pants. She had already zipped her pants and took out her little brother to let go. At this time, she was thrusting her ass on her butt.
My mother's white skirt was already terrible. She put aside the wrinkles and didn't mention it. The dirt on her penis made the skirt yellow and black.
However, can they satisfy their mother by making her dick and push her outside her skirt?
Of course the answer is no, they won’t let their mother go so easily.
Especially the migrant worker in front of him, who used the inertia of parking and driving, threw himself into his mother's arms again and again, and kept saying sorry, but his hands were simply stuck to his mother's breasts.
Not only did the feel of his breasts make him fascinated, but even the tempting fluctuations when he pressed his hands on his breasts made him feast his eyes.
The first time my mother's breasts were kneaded like this outside the house, and it was such a powerful hand. My mother looked weakly at her breasts being made into various shapes by the dirty hands of migrant workers, and left handprints on her dress.
Although the kneading method is very rough, the fault is that my mother's nipples are too sensitive. At this time, my mother only felt that the numb current was spreading outwards with the two nipples as the basis point.
Gradually it affected the lower body, and my mother felt a stream of liquid slowly flowing out of her lower body, trying to clamp her legs but couldn't exert force.
At this time, my mother was powerless because her damn nipples had dragged her into the abyss of happiness, making her dizzy and her brain was almost blank.
Although reason told her that she could not let the two migrant workers play with their bodies, which was very dangerous, her mother was already weak in her limbs at this time and she was unable to resist.
I saw her sweat profusely and she was breathing lightly, and her shiny sweat dripping from her nose.
The migrant worker in front of her seemed to have discovered her mother's secret. While holding her mother's breasts, she kept her fingers away from her other three fingers, and her thumb and index finger grabbed her mother's nipples through her dress and bra and rubbed her quickly.
I saw my mother loosening her left hand holding the handle, and her legs became weak and she collapsed on the body of the migrant worker behind her. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, but her teeth were still biting her lips tightly, so that she would not moan.
As the sexual arousal occurred, my mother's body temperature rose rapidly. At this moment, her cheeks were flushed, and a blush gradually covered the skin on her chest.
The volatilization of sweat caused by the increase in body temperature sent the female hormone secreted by the mother into the nasal cavity of the two migrant workers, which further aroused their male desire.
This is the female mature taste of a female of childbearing age, marking the baptism of her uterus at any time to accept the semen of anyone who conquered her.
The two migrant workers looked at each other and knew that their mother could already let them play with them.The excitement in my eyes was self-evident.
Then the migrant worker behind her said hypocritically: Madam, if you are motion sick, you can just support me.
But my mother even let go of her hand holding me, and her whole body was fighting against the upcoming orgasm, so she naturally didn't have the strength to reply.
While the two of them were focusing on their mother's expression, I took the opportunity to put my hand in along my mother's skirt and underwear, and knead her ass to the fullest.
I felt my mother's fleshy buttocks changing shape in my hands, but I was not very satisfied.
Although rubbing my mother's butt is unprecedented, I am even more dissatisfied with the comparison. After all, one of them can rub their cocks against my mother's buttocks, and the other can use Lushan claws to my mother, and I can only pinch my mother's butt with a pity.
So I decided to go a step further and continue to explore downwards with my palm.
Recalling the body structure of a woman in pornographic movies, her fingers exploring her along the crotch of her mother's panties.
First, it was covered with wrinkled anus, and then it was the warm and slippery labia, separated by two soft and smooth labia minora. My hands could feel my mother's vagina constantly wriggling, secreting honey juice. I guess the vaginal opening was opened and closed like in the movie, calling on the man's penis to relieve itching.
I know that was where I was born and also where countless men were exploring their desire to explore.
But curiosity prompted me not to linger here, but to continue to look for the legendary switch of woman's lust, that is, clitoris.
I want to know if this switch is as magical as in the movie.
Because there is no visual assistance, I can only grop slowly. Gradually, a small bud poked out his head, gently touched my palm, and echoed my groping.
I was overjoyed, and I was like in the movie, and my fingers kept drawing circles around it.
During this process, my mother's vagina was still secreting juice. Even cotton underwear could not absorb so much water. At this time, the underwear was already extremely wet and slippery.
At this time, I stopped drawing circles, gently pinched my mother's clitoris with her index finger and thumb, and gently pinched it through the foreskin of the clitoris.
Watching my mother's legs knead me, sometimes tense and sometimes soft, makes me feel very fun.
For a moment, I had the idea of inserting my finger into my mother's vagina and feeling the feeling of my fingers being wrapped in my mother's warmth.
But based on the porn video I've seen, my mother may be on the verge of orgasm.
It is already very hard for my mother to hold it in and not make a sound now. I am afraid that as soon as I move my hand over, my mother will scream on the spot.
In front of everyone, if my hands didn't have time to pull out my mother's underwear, something big would happen.
However, I have to say that my mother's reaction is indeed sensitive enough.
When I pulled my hand out of my mother's underwear, my hands were already wet, and my fingers were already wrinkled by my mother's vaginal fluid.
Then I bent down slightly and through the bottom of my mother's skirt, I saw the white pure cotton underwear wrapped around her fat buttocks. At this time, I was soaked in her vagina and turned into translucent, tightly pressing against my mother's vagina, revealing a little flesh color.
I could even see the liquid secreted between my mother's legs flowing slowly down her white legs, then flowing along her tight calves to her white ankles, and finally being absorbed by the cotton socks on her feet.
I have never seen such a embarrassed and sexy scene of my mother. Of course, the two migrant workers must have never seen such a beautiful and sensitive woman. They even lay down in their arms regardless of the dirt and smelly sweat on their bodies, their chests rising and falling, and their eyes were blurred. As long as they were inserted a few times with their dick, they would probably have an orgasm.
However, when they wanted to go further, it was not so smooth.
The migrant worker behind my mother wanted to lift her skirt, but I was gone and played with my clitoris under my mother. My mother was already a little awake.
At this time, his right hand was holding the hem of the dress tightly and not letting go, while his left hand was grabbing the hand of the migrant worker in front of her. The hand was fumbled under her skirt, as if he wanted to insert his finger into his mother's vagina.
But at this time, my mother's wet panties were already tightly attached to her vagina, and the nonsense touching method obviously could not separate her panties from her mother's pussy.
The migrant worker in front of my mother tried for a while and gave up. The mother's bottom was too slippery, and her whole hand was already wet and she couldn't find a way to insert her finger into her vagina.
The migrant worker behind her was a little smarter and did not compete with her for control of the dress. Instead, she directly put her hands into the bottom of her skirt, pinched the edge of her mother's underwear, pulled it down, and the underwear slipped off her mother's waist.
After breaking away from the constraints of underwear, the vaginal fluid secreted by my mother is directly exposed to the air, bringing a hint of coolness to my mother.
This coolness also made my mother gradually wake up from the pleasure.
The soaked underwear fell down along my mother's smooth thighs under the pull of gravity.
Although my mother has become much more awake and wants to keep her underwear, her reaction is still much slower.
When she closed her thighs and tried to hold her underwear, her underwear had already slipped off to her feet.
My mother was still thinking of bent down to pick up her underwear, but the migrant worker behind her had already pressed her cock against the crack of her buttocks. The hot and hard thing was rubbing up and down in her private parts, looking for the hole that entered her body.
My mother was so scared that she clamped her legs and shook her butt left and right to try to avoid the cock behind her.
But the honey hole is born for the cock. A hot and hard penis pressed against the lower body, causing the inside of the mother's pussy to squirm more frequently. The numbness caused by the wriggling makes the mother's avoidance more difficult.
My mother's eyes became blurred again, and she even had the urge to actively stick out her butt and greet the cock behind her.
She felt that her vagina was extremely itchy and empty, and needed something hot and hard to relieve itch and fill it. She needed to be ejaculated with semen to fill her vagina and uterus.
But when the migrant worker in front saw that her underwear had been stripped off, he put his big hand back to his mother's vagina and groped back and forth.
Unfortunately, his hands were too rough, which made his mother's sensitive vagina hurt so much, and forced her mother out of the abyss of pleasure.
My mother knew that her underwear was no longer safe, so she bent down to pick it up and could only fall into the trap, so she could only choose to abandon the car to protect her handsomeness. She said in a trembling voice. Xiao, Xiaohai, we will be here at the next stop, and get ready to get off.
As he said that, he broke free from the arms of the migrant worker behind him.The two migrant workers looked at each other and knew that it was difficult to do too much.
He kneaded his hands at the base of his mother's thighs with his hands.After arriving at the station, I followed my mother out of the car, leaving only soaked panties and a pool of water stains on the car.
After getting off the bus, I pretended to be naive and asked my mother why she got off the bus early.
My mother used dizziness to make me perfunctory.
Then, my mother took me to a nearby corner where no one was around and asked me to stay outside and not look back, and of course I couldn't not look back.
I saw my mother facing away from me, reaching her hands behind her back, unbuttoning her bra, then taking her arms out of the bra strap, and stretching out her hand to pull the bra out of her chest.
Then spread your legs slightly, lift your skirt, and plan to use your bra to clean the muddy pussy.
However, the thin bra that my mother wore was not very absorbent. In addition, the juice secreted by her mother's private parts was too much, and the vaginal fluid had already been pulled into a thin thread under the call of gravity, hanging between her legs, flashing with a lustful light under the sun.
When I looked closely, the base of my mother's thigh, where the migrant worker had just kneaded with her hands, was mixed with the oily sludge on the migrant worker's hands, and it had already dried up on her thighs, forming interlaced and frantically stains, which was particularly conspicuous.
My mother tried to wipe the stains with her bra, but the effect was not good. The dried vaginal fluid firmly fixed the oily sludge on the delicate skin at the base of her thighs.
The pattern on the bra makes it hard to make the skin feel pain.
Even with more than ten years of experience as a housewife, my mother has never dealt with this kind of stain.
So she had no choice but to use her bra to dip her vaginal fluid at the mouth of her vagina and wipe off the stains bit by bit.
However, when dipping in vaginal fluid, the pattern of the bra is inevitably scratched the sensitive skin of the vagina, and without the protection of the bra, the mother's wiping action allows the nipples to freely contact the fabric of the dress, so it doesn't matter if it doesn't wipe it, but when it is wiped, the vaginal fluid flows more.
When my mother wipes the skin at the base of her thighs, as the legs tremble, the vaginal fluid is more likely to gather on her mother's labia and then pull into a thin thread and drip on the ground.
Halfway through, my mother had already entered the bus state again, her legs were weak, she was holding the wall softly, and she was breathing heavily.
When my mother wiped the stains on her legs in a mess, a large area of her vaginal fluid was soaked on the ground. It seemed that only once orgasm could the vaginal fluid stop flowing.
But my mother couldn't masturbate in front of me, so she could only lean helplessly against the wall, waiting for the pleasure to fade.
Looking at the dirty bra that was already sucked in her hands and the oily and dirty hands on the migrant workers' hands, it was obvious that my mother could not put it back on her chest.
But the stream between the legs was about to converge into a river, and it was not like it was about to stop.
Whether you go home or go to a bookstore, there is still a distance, and it is impossible to let the vaginal fluid flow freely.
My mother had to endure the nausea, put her bra under her crotch, and prayed that the cup would absorb more water before going home.
Mom, have you peed?I pointed to a pool of vaginal fluid on the ground and deliberately teased my mother.
Mom turned around, her face flushed, trying to make some excuses, but there was no excuse.
I could only bit my lip gently and then ask me Xiaohai, my mother is dizzy, why don’t I go home with my mother first?
Well, who made me a man who could protect my mother?
Of course, I also knew that I had played too much this time, but fortunately my mother didn't make a fool of herself in front of everyone.
I thought it would be fine if I touched my butt and pinched my breasts, but I didn't expect that my mother would be so embarrassed.
Xiaohai is so well-behaved!I will make delicious food for you tomorrow.Mom didn't feel a little grateful.
When I went back to the car, my mother leaned against the window to rest.
What made me laugh was that the taxi driver obviously found the nipples on my mother's chest and kept glanced at my mother's chest from the rearview mirror.
Then I chose the most bumpy road, not only him, but even when I watched my mother's swaying breasts up and down, I couldn't bear to move my eyes away.
I just don’t know if my mother’s bottom was stimulated like a water curtain cave again.
Fortunately, the taxi did not stop at every stop like the bus, and I quickly returned home.
Mom dragged her tired steps to the bathroom and took a shower.
I recalled the experience just now and used my hand covered in my mother's vaginal fluid to make a happy time.
These experiences show that the mother obviously tends to not let her father know that she has been sexually harassed, and she has never mentioned these things at home.
Because it is hard to imagine what reaction my father would react after he knew that his mother was sexually harassed outside.
Maybe I took out my belt and beat my mother, and I couldn't say anything, I thought in a slight way.
Well, I know this may not be convincing, and to be honest, this last experience should not have happened.
After all, a twelve or thirteen-year-old child designed to let two migrant workers play with their mothers?
I don't believe it myself.
While I wish this was true, I tend to think it was just a boring and obscene fantasy I had during my school days.
But in the room, waiting for unknown punishment, I always thought about things to comfort myself and convinced myself that my mother was not willing to tell my father the scandal.
Xiaohai, come out for supper quickly.My mother called me to have a meal outside the door.
OK, come now.
Although I answered happily, I couldn't help but feel nervous.
Because my father is a punctual person, he will arrive whenever he says he will arrive.
Since he said yesterday that today is here, I'm afraid he's waiting for me at the dinner table.
I swallowed my saliva, cleared my itchy throat, stuck out my tongue and licked my dried lips, and I slowly turned the door handle to open the door.Since my mother told me to eat in this tone, it should be no big problem.
I couldn't help comforting myself while moving towards the dining table.
Sure enough, my father was already sitting at the dining table, holding a document in his hand and constantly writing and scratching.
After a while, I looked up at me who had been standing in front of the table for a while.
Spit out a word from your mouth and sit.
To be honest, I was distracted without realizing it at the table and didn't fully hear what my father was saying. However, even though my mind didn't understand what my father was saying, my body still sat down like a conditioned reflex.
I sat honestly across from him, staring at the table and didn't dare to look up.My mother kept serving the dishes that my father and I loved to the table.
Seeing the dishes I liked on the table, I understood that my mother is most likely unwilling to expose me in front of my father for this matter.I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and I let go of the holding heart.
How are your recent results?Familiar questions.
Well enough.Familiar answer.
Didn't you make your mom angry?It's a familiar question again.
No.
Although it was a familiar answer, when I heard this question, my heart suddenly felt relieved.
My heart beats wildly and my hands are shaking.
I feel that at this moment, like an animal facing its own natural enemies, secreting adrenaline hormones, and is always ready to run away.
snort.Father snorted.Since there is no evidence, I don’t bother with you, but you know in your heart whether you have made any mistakes.
Of course I knew it, so my hands were trembling and I picked up the chopsticks on the table several times but didn't pick them up.
Fortunately, I didn't act very well in front of my father, so it didn't arouse his suspicion.
And you, just spoil him. A loving mother will lose her son. If you don’t have to punish a small mistake, it will sooner or later lead to a big mistake.My father changed his tone and criticized his mother.
When I heard this, I felt nervous and quickly pretended to lower my head to make a meal.
Fortunately, my mother did not expose me, but asked my father to have a meal quickly.
He held his hands behind his back, clenched them unconsciously.If I open my hands now, I will find that my palms are covered with sweat.
My mother and I have no communication at all in the past few days since the incident of my mother finding out that I had cum on her underwear.
Even when I asked me to have dinner, I knocked on the door a few times, but I didn’t hear it, so I could only warm up the meal by myself afterwards.
If I keep fighting like this, I don't care.But yesterday my mother received a call in the living room, which was called by her father, saying that he was coming back tonight.
At that time, I was sitting at the desk in my room, recalling my milky white semen slowly flowing down from the base of my mother's thighs, while wrapping my cock with toilet paper and masturbating. It was much better to simply recall this scene than using my mother's stockings and underwear.
But when I heard the news that my father was about to go home, my cock instantly softened and my teeth couldn't help but fight.
As for why, maybe like the pity dog that was played with by Paplov, I was trained to have conditioned reflexes by my father using his leash.
At least since I have memories, my father’s image in my mind is a demon king who keeps waving his belt and brings me pain and punishment.
The devil's face was blurred, but his figure was tall and dark.
Because my father was so majestic at home, I didn't even dare to really raise my head and look at him.
So after searching the memories carefully, I couldn't even outline my father's current appearance in my mind. The only thing I can remember is the appearance in their wedding photos in their bedroom.
As for my mother, she is also very obedient.
Of course my father would not attack her directly, but using violent punishment on the grounds that I made a mistake is enough to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.
Therefore, when my father punished me at first, my mother tried to stop my father from corporal punishment for me, but later, my father's eyes were often enough to make my mother silent and leave the scene of the violence consciously.
The result is that this family has been governed by my father to become his ideal country, and he is personally superior, while my mother and I have the only responsibility and obligation to surrender.
Fortunately, my father was later assigned by the board of directors to develop a branch in another place. Although his salary and options increased several times, he had to travel frequently.
This made me feel much more relaxed at home because my mother, a weak woman, did not have much deterrence to me.
Of course, I have reason to believe that my mother was relieved that her father needed to travel frequently.
Because even though I made some mistakes, my father often helped me cover up when he came home on a business trip. Maybe she didn't want the family to be filled with pain.
So, although I was walking in the room at this time, although I was very nervous inside, I was still thinking about the probability that my mother would not reveal me.
It should be noted that it is certainly impossible for mothers to experience this kind of sexual harassment once or twice.
After all, a beautiful woman with such outstanding figure and appearance is squeezing the subway and bus with ordinary office workers. For the criminals hidden in the crowd, it is simply a fat meat to her mouth. How could she easily let her go?
I remember one time when I was a child, my mother picked me up from school. After getting on the bus, she chose the seat facing the aisle in order to sit side by side with me. However, the next experience proved that this choice was not very wise.
When we arrived at the next stop, the crowd flocked into the car.And when the crowd in the car was rearranged and combined, a monster uncle with masks and sunglasses was standing right in front of his mother.
That day, my mother wore a short black suspender dress with light makeup, looking gentle and charming.
However, when this skirt is sitting, the skirt just covers the upper end of the knees, so you need to keep your legs tightly together like a lady in case people who shouldn't see the beautiful scenery they shouldn't see.
But I think the reason why a beauty is a beauty is that the beauty is not only in the dark and deep and rarely visited places, but even the exposed knees are confusing.
Of course, the uncle thought so too. The uncle's crotch became more and more swelling, and finally slowly touched his mother's white and tender knees, which were tempting and pink.
And as the vehicle swayed, it rubbed around my mother's knees, and it was a lot of fun.
From my perspective, it can be said that it is quite enjoyable to see the expression behind his sunglasses, and it is obviously an old fry.
As for my mother, when her hot and hard cock was pressed between her knees, she actually discovered it.
But she thought that the other person who harassed her in the past would be the same as the one who had harassed her before, so she would just be satisfied.
But this uncle never ended, so she saw her legs together, swaying left and right to try her best to get rid of the entangled cock, but the uncle obviously would not let her go.
He also pretended to move with his mother's legs as the vehicle swayed.
Seeing that this move was ineffective, my mother tried to move backwards, but her plump butt obviously didn't leave her much room for dodging. She just moved a little and ended up.
With such a little distance, it was effortless for the uncle. Just push his hips forward slightly, and his mother's knees became a toy that the uncle wanted to play with.
My mother, who was in trouble, dared not speak out.
I could only let the uncle rub his cock between her tight knees and try to insert the gap between her legs.
But my mother didn't know that this helpless submissive expression could arouse men's desires more.
Seeing that my mother stopped struggling, the uncle knew that her mother gave up on resisting, so she was not in a hurry to ejaculate.
Instead, he kept drawing circles around his mother's knees with his dick to tease her.
Feeling the heat coming from the itchy cock around her knees through the thin fabric of the uncle's pants, my mother knew that it was obviously impossible for the uncle to give up.
Reality is not a pornographic movie. It is probably unlikely that an uncle will not be discovered with such a big move.
Mom looked around quietly and sighed softly.
I guess she should have realized the problem.
First, I was sitting next to her, and the uncle's movements continued. My mother was afraid that I would find something abnormal. Second, there were many residents in the same community on this bus to pick up their children home. If everyone discovered it, this kind of thing would soon reach my father's ears.
So, it is to continue to be stalemate with the uncle at the risk of being discovered by the crowd around him, or to give him some sweetness and let the uncle fight quickly.
Mom bit her rosy lower lip with her teeth, thought for a while, and slowly opened her legs a little, giving the uncle room to insert his dick into it.
The uncle behind the sunglasses was obviously stunned. I could find the surprise through the eyes behind the sunglasses. Maybe he had harassed so many women on the bus. Some were so thin-skinned and embarrassed to bear it. Some were cursing that they could not get out of Taiwan and could only escape in shame. However, today there was a person who took the initiative to accept him and was still so beautiful, which surprised him.
But his eyes rolled and he looked at me, and he should understand why his mother was willing to open her legs and accept his cock.
He stretched his hips forward with joy and his penis penetrated between his legs.
However, the space reserved by my mother was a little large, and the uncle's penis could not be filled, so the uncle pushed his glans against his mother's legs and signaled to his mother.
My mother obviously understood what he meant, but she was obviously unwilling to do so. It was shameful enough to take the initiative to spread her legs to accept the uncle. She also asked her to take the initiative to clip his thing, which was simply embarrassing her.
But the uncle is an old man after all, and he has carefully selected the drive he chooses.
So when the bus arrived at the next stop, there were many people coming up. As there were already many people in the middle and rear of the bus, this group of new passengers were crowded in the front part of the car where my mother and I were.
This means that there are more people around you, that is, the uncle's dirty behavior is easier to be discovered.
My mother knew that there would be a group of people coming up next stop. Such a stalemate would only be detrimental to her, so my mother could only take the initiative to close her legs and clamp the uncle's glans.
The uncle obviously had never experienced the experience of being actively wrapped around the glans by the soft flesh on the woman's thigh.
This cold and soft touch is transmitted to the sensitive nerves on the glans through the fabric of the pants. This is the most rare enjoyment in summer.
The uncle involuntarily began to gently swing his waist back and forth, allowing the glans to break the resistance formed by the soft flesh on his mother's legs over and over again, and enjoyed it. The mother gritted her teeth and grabbed the railing beside her and silently endured the impact of the uncle.
My mother obviously didn't want the uncle to last too long, because there were so many people in the car, and even the slight movements would be easily discovered after lasting for a long time.
So he tiptoed slightly on his legs, allowing the soft flesh on his legs to apply additional rotation while wrapping the uncle's glans.
But my mother didn't expect that the uncle obviously felt her movements, and understood that my mother was more anxious to let him ejaculate than she did.
So he simply stopped moving and let his mother serve him.
Of course, my mother noticed the uncle's plan, and she was so angry that she was itchy but she could do nothing.
This dangerous behavior lasts for one second and the risk of exposure is one more minute.
So my mother could only serve the uncle with her legs. In order to speed up the uncle's ejaculation, she deliberately lowered the collar on her chest, exposing the lace lace of the black bra matched with a black dress, and the white, tender and plump breasts wrapped in the bra were also exposed to the uncle's hot eyes at this time.
My mother turned her head and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window, but her mind was actually completely focused on how to use her legs to make the uncle ejaculate quickly.
Maybe it was because the uncle was sexually harassed everywhere through the rough cloth of his pants all year round. Although his mother served the uncle's glans in various ways, he just didn't ejaculate. At this time, my mother might regret why she didn't wear a pair of stockings before going out.
In desperation, my mother could only lower her collar a little again. The well-deserved flat-neck dress was about to turn into a deep V at this moment, and the gullies on my mother's chest were completely exposed.
At the same time, in order to better accept the uncle's penis, my mother also pulled the zipper on the side of the skirt upwards to facilitate the spread of her legs and accept more parts of the penis.
At this point, the uncle's penis was almost buried in the soft flesh on the inner side of my mother's thighs, without looking through the eyes. Even through the mask and sunglasses, I could feel that the uncle was so happy.
But even though my mother had already achieved this, the uncle was still enjoying her mother's service, without any intention of ejaculation.
I don’t know if there are too many people in the car and the air is not circulating and too hot, or if I have been exercising for a long time, or for some other reason, my mother’s cheeks were slightly red at this time, and the hair on her forehead was wet with sweat slightly oozing out and stuck to it.
By using the skill of stroking the broken hair from his forehead with his hands behind his ears, my mother glared at the uncle fiercely, perhaps because she wanted to express why she had done this level, so why didn't he ejaculate?
The uncle knew the situation at this time very well. Not only did he know the operation status of the bus, but he also guessed why his mother cooperated with him so much.
So, he knew that he could ask for more than that in his mother.
So his eyes behind his sunglasses glanced left and right hand to his crotch.
My mother thought the uncle was going to touch her legs, so she wanted to avoid it like a conditioned reflex, but immediately came back to her senses and stopped accepting her fate.
But unexpectedly, the uncle pulled open the chain of his pants.
The glans that were swollen and purple were first poked out, guiding the penis that followed immediately into my mother's legs, and had an intimate contact with the soft flesh between my mother's thighs.
My mother was caught off guard by the sudden heat and hardness between her legs. She didn't expect that the uncle was so blatant. Wouldn't he be afraid of being discovered?
But she instantly realized that she was harassed by such old fry, and now she was afraid that she would be discovered.
These thoughts were actually in a moment. Before her mother's surprised expression had receded from her face, she had already reacted. She glanced at me at the outskirts and wanted to confirm whether I had seen it. Then she moved her body forward and pressed her legs directly against the uncle's legs.
At the same time, the skirt was pulled down and tried its best to cover the uncle's dick.
The dress that was originally pulled into a deep V by my mother was pulled deeper again, and the bra cup was almost exposed, and the thin suspenders of the dress were almost reaching the limit of tension.
But at this time, the uncle's penis between his legs was obviously more fatal, so he could only protect the lower part first.
At that time, I was curious why my mother's clothes suddenly turned like this, so I took a few more glances, but my mother was so nervous that she had no time to pay attention to me.
After pausing for a moment, my mother's legs moved again.
The uncle's cock was shaking up and down and rubbed back and forth. The mother's legs were serving her with all her best, and there was no separation of fabric, and the contact and friction of the meat was touched by the flesh.
I was so hard to remember the scenes at that time. It’s not difficult to imagine how happy the uncle was at that time.
While mothers have to feel the hardness and temperature of the uncle between their legs, they can guess which movements the uncle is more sensitive to so that the uncle can ejaculate faster. At the same time, they also need to pay attention to not overdoing their movements to avoid being discovered.
With physical exercise, mental activity and tight nerves, my mother was already sweating slightly. At this time, the sweat beads were sliding down the temples. She originally grabbed the skirt with both hands to prevent the uncle's cock from being exposed, but now she could only free one hand to fan the wind and try to dispel the red glow on her cheeks. She was in a mess.
But the more embarrassed the mother was, the more calm the uncle became.
His eyes behind his sunglasses had lost their focal length. If the method written in Xiao Huang's book is correct, I guess the uncle should have been diverting his attention at that time and making his nerves more insensitive so that he can enjoy it for a longer time.
Maybe it was the uncle's method that worked, maybe it was because my mother's legs were too smooth and it caused insufficient friction, but the uncle kept insisting.
My mother was obviously a little discouraged, so she simply leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, regardless of the cock between her legs, and looked like she was like what you like. Anyway, she didn't have many stops to leave home.
The uncle was a little stunned when he saw this, but his eyes turned and his crotch began to thrust again, which was very eye-catching.
Mom was shocked and looked at the uncle nervously.
The uncle just kept not moving and made her forget why she cooperated with him so much.
I believe the two have reached certain agreements through their eyes, although I don’t know if my mother can see the eyes behind through her sunglasses.
But my mother began to move with her fate again. This time, unlike before, she swallowed, and hesitated for a while and frowned and covered her hands on her legs, covering her other hand with one hand.
Although the hand below was slightly moved, I could still see clearly from my angle. My mother was rubbing the uncle's cock under the skirt with her hands. Her tender white fingers were probably flying up and down the uncle's glans, rubbing the glans with the help of the fabric of the skirt.
You should know that although my mother is a housewife, she takes special care of her hands. She not only wears gloves for housework, but also has to apply a thick layer of hand cream to maintain it after doing housework every day.
Now, her own hands, which she cared for, are serving a despicable man who harassed her on the bus.
Therefore, you can imagine how reluctant my mother is.
But the more disgusting he put on his expression, the more he felt psychologically happy.
Because no matter how disgusting you, you still have to serve me obediently.
In this sense, my mother's disgusting expression helped me instead.
Finally, under the double attack of my mother's unremitting efforts and the psychological stimulation caused by accident, the uncle behind the sunglasses rolled his eyes and sighed with satisfaction.
However, at this time, the uncle's penis was still between his mother's legs. The semen that gushed out would not fly into the tissue or the condom obediently, but remained completely between his mother's legs from beginning to end.
Recalling my mother's actions carefully, when the uncle first ejaculated, although he should have expected it, he still disgusted with the uncle's semen and tried to avoid the ejaculation of the semen. However, if his legs were spread, the semen could be driven straight into his mother's underwear.
My mother obviously thought of this, and then closed her legs again, using the soft flesh between her legs to take over the uncle's remaining semen.
The uncle retracted his dick back to his crotch with satisfaction. Before he took it back, he rubbed the remaining semen on his dick into his mom's skirt with his mother's disgusting eyes.
But Pity's mother may be afraid that the uncle's semen will flow out from her legs and that others will smell the stinky smell of her body, so she can only clamp her legs tightly.
The two of us watched the uncle get off the car swaying at the next stop, while our mother herself took the uncle's semen for several more stops before she got home.
When getting off the car, my mother still clamped her legs and moved slowly, afraid that the semen would leak out, so her walking posture was quite funny.
It was not until she got out of the car that my mother felt relieved and rubbed all her semen onto her skirt while no one was paying attention.
Anyway, she no longer plans to take this skirt.
After getting home, my mother didn't say anything, but went to the bathroom to take a long time until I used up all the hot water, which made me have to take a cold shower.
And the uncle naturally couldn't say anything to me.
The male and female protagonists in this incident thought I was too young and didn’t understand anything, and I was young at that time, and I did not understand anything, but in the uncle’s intoxicated expression, I learned that my mother’s body could bring happiness to men.
Although this incident was not discovered by the people around her and her father knew about it, the grove on her chest was exposed because she pulled her skirt to cover the uncle's cock between her legs, which made her very upset of gossip between the aunts in the community.
Of course there are more excessive examples. Once I accidentally heard my mother and Aunt Mei call. Yes, it was the woman who had the previous call that made me fall into this situation now.
Where am I slutty?I've only done it with my husband so far.Unlike you, I have played with so many men.Mom was lying in the bedroom and talking on the phone with Aunt Mei, talking about some women's topics.
Bah, what a lustful body.It’s not my final say to grow up like this. God knows how painful it is for those men to stare at you from morning to night.
If I could change Ah, I would have wanted you to taste the pain of big breasts.
It's Ah, not only does my shoulders feel sore every day, it's hard to buy clothes, but I feel like I'm being harassed every day.
For Ah, it is Ah.Those men were so annoying.I knew that I touched and grinded my clothes on women. Every time I got off the car, my clothes were wrinkled, and I didn’t dare to go out in my newly bought skirt.
Mom complained.
How did you touch it?You won't want to know.
Wait a minute, why do you suddenly want to hear such things? You little slut, don’t put your other hand in the place you shouldn’t have.Mom said angrily.
How else can I touch it?Just rub your butt, or use your crotch to push it a few times.There are also some people who are more courageous and want to put their hands into my skirt and touch me.But as soon as I struggled, they didn't dare to continue.
The one I hate the most is the kind that secretly cums on my clothes and stockings.When this happened the first time, I went to the company and was reminded by my colleague that there was something dirty on my skirt.It's a shame.Later, every time I got off the bus, I was not busy going to the company, but checked for my body whether there was any semen I didn’t know where I came from.
I can't do anything about Ah, it's not one or two times a day, so I've been a little irrelevant for so long.
Humph, do you think everything will be fine if you avoid the rush hour in the morning and evening?You underestimate them too much, just to touch my butt, they are willing to squat at the bus stop for an hour, and they don't care even if they are late for a while at work.I don’t know what these two pieces of fat are easy to touch.
Let me ride a bike?Not to mention whether I will ride my calves thickly, I just say that my home is so far away from the company, and it will take me time to get up at around 5 o'clock every day.
By the way, Xiaomei, you don’t know how excessive that man was on the bus once.My mother suddenly felt aggrieved.
What does it mean to be too much?It would be fine if those people usually touched and rubbed through their clothes.I endured it. That day, I was wearing a backless outfit, so we went shopping together to buy the pink and green one.The man actually opened his mouth from behind and reached into my bra and pinched my breasts hard. When he pulled his hand out, he actually grabbed my nipples.It hurt my tears.After I checked that day, I found that my breasts were pinched with big handprints, one by one, one purple.
Mom accused her close friend of the phone.
Are you still laughing?And what does it mean to pinch my nipples and be sure to be full of water?Only you and my husband know about my nipples being sensitive. If you make fun of me like this, I will not tell you anything in the future.I was almost pinched to death.
My mother's shameful and anxious voice came from her bedroom to my ears.
How did you explain to my husband?I applied all the bottle of volcanic mud mask I gave to my company Women's Day on my chest.
Yes, I'm so smart.
Oh, I won’t talk to you anymore. My husband is back later. I still have to cook.
Therefore, I am still a little sure that my mother is unwilling to let her father know that she was sexually harassed. After all, she is willing to pay for such a price.
Moreover, there is another thing that makes me feel a little confident about it. Of course, I am obsessed with fantasy and can't tell whether this happened.
It was last year that I woke up from my pervert attributes and looked at my mother's fat piece that was so close to me, but I didn't just go there.
Then, one day, after watching porn videos imported from Japan, I had a lot of ideas.
When I got home, I acted coquettishly with my mother and begged her to take me to the bookstore.
Mom had no choice but to agree.
However, since I was just accompanying me, the little kid in her eyes, my mother didn't dress up much, she just put on light makeup and chose a white slim dress, not even my favorite stockings. However, for the purpose of this trip, not wearing stockings is actually more beneficial to my plan.
But if you say that this outfit is not attractive to men at all, I wouldn’t agree.
Just talking about the curves of breasts and buttocks outlined by clothes is not something that ordinary men can bear.
Walking on the road, even I could feel the hot gaze that swept over from time to time. That gaze made me creepy as if I had seen me all. It was hard to imagine how my mother, who was in the focus of her eyes, endured all this.
Because I lied to my mother that the books designated by the teacher were only available in the bookstore a little far away from home. My mother thought she wanted to take a taxi, but when she wanted to take a taxi, I used environmental protection and money-saving reasons, and finally persuaded her to give up taking a taxi.
My mother had to take the bus again after several years.
In my plan, I chose a bus route with relatively large numbers of people, so when we got on the bus, there were a lot of people on the bus and there were no seats.
My mother had to stand in the aisle, holding the handle with her left hand and holding my left hand with her right hand to prevent me from falling.
I prayed secretly inside, hoping that the plot in the movie would appear sooner.
In this way, when lustful people stretch out Lushan's claws to take advantage of their mothers, I, a little pervert, can barely get a piece of the pie.
As the bus moves forward one by one, I feel more and more depressed.Is it possible to be a pervert?
Maybe there are really not so many perverts in real life?
Until two migrant workers who were obviously just finished working got on the bus, I felt relieved.
Because, the moment they saw their mother, the fatigue in their expression was completely wiped out, and their eyes lit up instantly.
I have seen this kind of look in the movie too many times, and the owner of the look knows that they can find happiness in their mother's body.
The bus stopped and walked, and the crowds were up and down. Suddenly, two migrant workers even double-teamed their mothers one after another.
I frowned with smelly sweat. My mother probably smelled the smell, but I guess she was not attentive to pay attention to the smell, because my mother was holding my left and right hand, sweat was already oozing out of my hand, slippery and could hardly grasp my hand.
Of course I know what my mother is nervous about, because the migrant workers behind my mother are using their bulging crotch to test their mother's bottom line bit by bit with the shaking of the bus.
First, I gently pushed my mother's butt and then with the inertia of parking, my crotch pressed against my mother's buttocks and stopped moving.
Looking at the depression of the mother's buttocks beside her, it is not difficult to imagine how much enjoyment the amazing elasticity will bring to the migrant workers behind her.
Feeling the migrant worker's cock behind him pushing his butt, my mother wanted to take a step forward and avoid his cock.
But as soon as she was about to step forward, a hard thing pressed on her lower abdomen.
Mom didn't have to lower her head and knew that it was the dick of the migrant worker in front.So I could only stay in the stalemate and dare not take any other actions.
This is different from the harassment my mother encountered when she was working. At that time, most of the people who harassed her were white-collar workers in the company and did not dare to do too much. After all, the city people were well-informed and were caught and had a bad reputation.
Migrant workers have high mobility, so what if you catch them now? You will work in another city.
Therefore, when harassing, you don’t pay attention to the right measure, but do whatever you like.
My mother was obviously aware of this problem and was so nervous that her legs were trembling slightly.
Looking at the mother who was afraid to move, the migrant workers behind her became more and more impatient, and their legs were constantly bent and stretched slightly, allowing their cock to go along with the seams of their mother's buttocks. With the help of the smooth fabric of the dress, they kept slipping from their waists to their mother's private parts.
If it weren't for the dress that was supported by my mother's plump buttocks, she might have really been able to push her through her clothes.
Looking at the migrant worker in front of my mother, she was grinning at this time, and her yellow teeth that had been pickled by tobacco and alcohol all year round were uneven.
It turned out that a dog had just rushed over in front of the car, and the driver was so scared that he braked the car urgently.
My mother, who was so nervous that her legs were weak, also rushed into his arms.
My mother's soft and plump breasts pounced on him, and her chest was squeezed flat, and her plump breasts were almost squeezed out from the edge of the bra.
And this amazing touch also made him squint his eyes so comfortable.
When his mother controlled her balance and wanted to get up from him, while he pretended to help her up, his hand accidentally pressed on her mother's breasts, causing a wave of breasts.
While he was surprised that one hand could not grasp his mother's big breasts, he also pinched them a few times.
Now grinning, I guess I am savoring the amazing feel of my mother's dress, the silky fabric and soft breasts.
The migrant worker in front of my mother was happy, but my mother complained secretly.
Because of her plump breasts, my mother hates wearing thick sponge bras, but prefers to wear thin bras.
For mothers, thin models are better anywhere, and the only disadvantage is that they are easily stimulated to sensitive nipples.
When the migrant worker grabbed his mother's breasts just now, he just rubbed his mother's nipples through his bra.
Originally, my mother's nipples were very sensitive, but now it is even harder to restrain her pleasure when rubbed through the fabric, so my mother's legs are shaking constantly.
I secretly cheered for the migrant worker ahead. If I work harder to make my mother soft, I will be able to have fun.
But a disgusting smell suddenly came, even worse than the previous sweat odor. I turned my head and saw that the migrant worker behind my mother felt that it was not enough to hold her through her pants. She had already zipped her pants and took out her little brother to let go. At this time, she was thrusting her ass on her butt.
My mother's white skirt was already terrible. She put aside the wrinkles and didn't mention it. The dirt on her penis made the skirt yellow and black.
However, can they satisfy their mother by making her dick and push her outside her skirt?
Of course the answer is no, they won’t let their mother go so easily.
Especially the migrant worker in front of him, who used the inertia of parking and driving, threw himself into his mother's arms again and again, and kept saying sorry, but his hands were simply stuck to his mother's breasts.
Not only did the feel of his breasts make him fascinated, but even the tempting fluctuations when he pressed his hands on his breasts made him feast his eyes.
The first time my mother's breasts were kneaded like this outside the house, and it was such a powerful hand. My mother looked weakly at her breasts being made into various shapes by the dirty hands of migrant workers, and left handprints on her dress.
Although the kneading method is very rough, the fault is that my mother's nipples are too sensitive. At this time, my mother only felt that the numb current was spreading outwards with the two nipples as the basis point.
Gradually it affected the lower body, and my mother felt a stream of liquid slowly flowing out of her lower body, trying to clamp her legs but couldn't exert force.
At this time, my mother was powerless because her damn nipples had dragged her into the abyss of happiness, making her dizzy and her brain was almost blank.
Although reason told her that she could not let the two migrant workers play with their bodies, which was very dangerous, her mother was already weak in her limbs at this time and she was unable to resist.
I saw her sweat profusely and she was breathing lightly, and her shiny sweat dripping from her nose.
The migrant worker in front of her seemed to have discovered her mother's secret. While holding her mother's breasts, she kept her fingers away from her other three fingers, and her thumb and index finger grabbed her mother's nipples through her dress and bra and rubbed her quickly.
I saw my mother loosening her left hand holding the handle, and her legs became weak and she collapsed on the body of the migrant worker behind her. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, but her teeth were still biting her lips tightly, so that she would not moan.
As the sexual arousal occurred, my mother's body temperature rose rapidly. At this moment, her cheeks were flushed, and a blush gradually covered the skin on her chest.
The volatilization of sweat caused by the increase in body temperature sent the female hormone secreted by the mother into the nasal cavity of the two migrant workers, which further aroused their male desire.
This is the female mature taste of a female of childbearing age, marking the baptism of her uterus at any time to accept the semen of anyone who conquered her.
The two migrant workers looked at each other and knew that their mother could already let them play with them.The excitement in my eyes was self-evident.
Then the migrant worker behind her said hypocritically: Madam, if you are motion sick, you can just support me.
But my mother even let go of her hand holding me, and her whole body was fighting against the upcoming orgasm, so she naturally didn't have the strength to reply.
While the two of them were focusing on their mother's expression, I took the opportunity to put my hand in along my mother's skirt and underwear, and knead her ass to the fullest.
I felt my mother's fleshy buttocks changing shape in my hands, but I was not very satisfied.
Although rubbing my mother's butt is unprecedented, I am even more dissatisfied with the comparison. After all, one of them can rub their cocks against my mother's buttocks, and the other can use Lushan claws to my mother, and I can only pinch my mother's butt with a pity.
So I decided to go a step further and continue to explore downwards with my palm.
Recalling the body structure of a woman in pornographic movies, her fingers exploring her along the crotch of her mother's panties.
First, it was covered with wrinkled anus, and then it was the warm and slippery labia, separated by two soft and smooth labia minora. My hands could feel my mother's vagina constantly wriggling, secreting honey juice. I guess the vaginal opening was opened and closed like in the movie, calling on the man's penis to relieve itching.
I know that was where I was born and also where countless men were exploring their desire to explore.
But curiosity prompted me not to linger here, but to continue to look for the legendary switch of woman's lust, that is, clitoris.
I want to know if this switch is as magical as in the movie.
Because there is no visual assistance, I can only grop slowly. Gradually, a small bud poked out his head, gently touched my palm, and echoed my groping.
I was overjoyed, and I was like in the movie, and my fingers kept drawing circles around it.
During this process, my mother's vagina was still secreting juice. Even cotton underwear could not absorb so much water. At this time, the underwear was already extremely wet and slippery.
At this time, I stopped drawing circles, gently pinched my mother's clitoris with her index finger and thumb, and gently pinched it through the foreskin of the clitoris.
Watching my mother's legs knead me, sometimes tense and sometimes soft, makes me feel very fun.
For a moment, I had the idea of inserting my finger into my mother's vagina and feeling the feeling of my fingers being wrapped in my mother's warmth.
But based on the porn video I've seen, my mother may be on the verge of orgasm.
It is already very hard for my mother to hold it in and not make a sound now. I am afraid that as soon as I move my hand over, my mother will scream on the spot.
In front of everyone, if my hands didn't have time to pull out my mother's underwear, something big would happen.
However, I have to say that my mother's reaction is indeed sensitive enough.
When I pulled my hand out of my mother's underwear, my hands were already wet, and my fingers were already wrinkled by my mother's vaginal fluid.
Then I bent down slightly and through the bottom of my mother's skirt, I saw the white pure cotton underwear wrapped around her fat buttocks. At this time, I was soaked in her vagina and turned into translucent, tightly pressing against my mother's vagina, revealing a little flesh color.
I could even see the liquid secreted between my mother's legs flowing slowly down her white legs, then flowing along her tight calves to her white ankles, and finally being absorbed by the cotton socks on her feet.
I have never seen such a embarrassed and sexy scene of my mother. Of course, the two migrant workers must have never seen such a beautiful and sensitive woman. They even lay down in their arms regardless of the dirt and smelly sweat on their bodies, their chests rising and falling, and their eyes were blurred. As long as they were inserted a few times with their dick, they would probably have an orgasm.
However, when they wanted to go further, it was not so smooth.
The migrant worker behind my mother wanted to lift her skirt, but I was gone and played with my clitoris under my mother. My mother was already a little awake.
At this time, his right hand was holding the hem of the dress tightly and not letting go, while his left hand was grabbing the hand of the migrant worker in front of her. The hand was fumbled under her skirt, as if he wanted to insert his finger into his mother's vagina.
But at this time, my mother's wet panties were already tightly attached to her vagina, and the nonsense touching method obviously could not separate her panties from her mother's pussy.
The migrant worker in front of my mother tried for a while and gave up. The mother's bottom was too slippery, and her whole hand was already wet and she couldn't find a way to insert her finger into her vagina.
The migrant worker behind her was a little smarter and did not compete with her for control of the dress. Instead, she directly put her hands into the bottom of her skirt, pinched the edge of her mother's underwear, pulled it down, and the underwear slipped off her mother's waist.
After breaking away from the constraints of underwear, the vaginal fluid secreted by my mother is directly exposed to the air, bringing a hint of coolness to my mother.
This coolness also made my mother gradually wake up from the pleasure.
The soaked underwear fell down along my mother's smooth thighs under the pull of gravity.
Although my mother has become much more awake and wants to keep her underwear, her reaction is still much slower.
When she closed her thighs and tried to hold her underwear, her underwear had already slipped off to her feet.
My mother was still thinking of bent down to pick up her underwear, but the migrant worker behind her had already pressed her cock against the crack of her buttocks. The hot and hard thing was rubbing up and down in her private parts, looking for the hole that entered her body.
My mother was so scared that she clamped her legs and shook her butt left and right to try to avoid the cock behind her.
But the honey hole is born for the cock. A hot and hard penis pressed against the lower body, causing the inside of the mother's pussy to squirm more frequently. The numbness caused by the wriggling makes the mother's avoidance more difficult.
My mother's eyes became blurred again, and she even had the urge to actively stick out her butt and greet the cock behind her.
She felt that her vagina was extremely itchy and empty, and needed something hot and hard to relieve itch and fill it. She needed to be ejaculated with semen to fill her vagina and uterus.
But when the migrant worker in front saw that her underwear had been stripped off, he put his big hand back to his mother's vagina and groped back and forth.
Unfortunately, his hands were too rough, which made his mother's sensitive vagina hurt so much, and forced her mother out of the abyss of pleasure.
My mother knew that her underwear was no longer safe, so she bent down to pick it up and could only fall into the trap, so she could only choose to abandon the car to protect her handsomeness. She said in a trembling voice. Xiao, Xiaohai, we will be here at the next stop, and get ready to get off.
As he said that, he broke free from the arms of the migrant worker behind him.The two migrant workers looked at each other and knew that it was difficult to do too much.
He kneaded his hands at the base of his mother's thighs with his hands.After arriving at the station, I followed my mother out of the car, leaving only soaked panties and a pool of water stains on the car.
After getting off the bus, I pretended to be naive and asked my mother why she got off the bus early.
My mother used dizziness to make me perfunctory.
Then, my mother took me to a nearby corner where no one was around and asked me to stay outside and not look back, and of course I couldn't not look back.
I saw my mother facing away from me, reaching her hands behind her back, unbuttoning her bra, then taking her arms out of the bra strap, and stretching out her hand to pull the bra out of her chest.
Then spread your legs slightly, lift your skirt, and plan to use your bra to clean the muddy pussy.
However, the thin bra that my mother wore was not very absorbent. In addition, the juice secreted by her mother's private parts was too much, and the vaginal fluid had already been pulled into a thin thread under the call of gravity, hanging between her legs, flashing with a lustful light under the sun.
When I looked closely, the base of my mother's thigh, where the migrant worker had just kneaded with her hands, was mixed with the oily sludge on the migrant worker's hands, and it had already dried up on her thighs, forming interlaced and frantically stains, which was particularly conspicuous.
My mother tried to wipe the stains with her bra, but the effect was not good. The dried vaginal fluid firmly fixed the oily sludge on the delicate skin at the base of her thighs.
The pattern on the bra makes it hard to make the skin feel pain.
Even with more than ten years of experience as a housewife, my mother has never dealt with this kind of stain.
So she had no choice but to use her bra to dip her vaginal fluid at the mouth of her vagina and wipe off the stains bit by bit.
However, when dipping in vaginal fluid, the pattern of the bra is inevitably scratched the sensitive skin of the vagina, and without the protection of the bra, the mother's wiping action allows the nipples to freely contact the fabric of the dress, so it doesn't matter if it doesn't wipe it, but when it is wiped, the vaginal fluid flows more.
When my mother wipes the skin at the base of her thighs, as the legs tremble, the vaginal fluid is more likely to gather on her mother's labia and then pull into a thin thread and drip on the ground.
Halfway through, my mother had already entered the bus state again, her legs were weak, she was holding the wall softly, and she was breathing heavily.
When my mother wiped the stains on her legs in a mess, a large area of her vaginal fluid was soaked on the ground. It seemed that only once orgasm could the vaginal fluid stop flowing.
But my mother couldn't masturbate in front of me, so she could only lean helplessly against the wall, waiting for the pleasure to fade.
Looking at the dirty bra that was already sucked in her hands and the oily and dirty hands on the migrant workers' hands, it was obvious that my mother could not put it back on her chest.
But the stream between the legs was about to converge into a river, and it was not like it was about to stop.
Whether you go home or go to a bookstore, there is still a distance, and it is impossible to let the vaginal fluid flow freely.
My mother had to endure the nausea, put her bra under her crotch, and prayed that the cup would absorb more water before going home.
Mom, have you peed?I pointed to a pool of vaginal fluid on the ground and deliberately teased my mother.
Mom turned around, her face flushed, trying to make some excuses, but there was no excuse.
I could only bit my lip gently and then ask me Xiaohai, my mother is dizzy, why don’t I go home with my mother first?
Well, who made me a man who could protect my mother?
Of course, I also knew that I had played too much this time, but fortunately my mother didn't make a fool of herself in front of everyone.
I thought it would be fine if I touched my butt and pinched my breasts, but I didn't expect that my mother would be so embarrassed.
Xiaohai is so well-behaved!I will make delicious food for you tomorrow.Mom didn't feel a little grateful.
When I went back to the car, my mother leaned against the window to rest.
What made me laugh was that the taxi driver obviously found the nipples on my mother's chest and kept glanced at my mother's chest from the rearview mirror.
Then I chose the most bumpy road, not only him, but even when I watched my mother's swaying breasts up and down, I couldn't bear to move my eyes away.
I just don’t know if my mother’s bottom was stimulated like a water curtain cave again.
Fortunately, the taxi did not stop at every stop like the bus, and I quickly returned home.
Mom dragged her tired steps to the bathroom and took a shower.
I recalled the experience just now and used my hand covered in my mother's vaginal fluid to make a happy time.
These experiences show that the mother obviously tends to not let her father know that she has been sexually harassed, and she has never mentioned these things at home.
Because it is hard to imagine what reaction my father would react after he knew that his mother was sexually harassed outside.
Maybe I took out my belt and beat my mother, and I couldn't say anything, I thought in a slight way.
Well, I know this may not be convincing, and to be honest, this last experience should not have happened.
After all, a twelve or thirteen-year-old child designed to let two migrant workers play with their mothers?
I don't believe it myself.
While I wish this was true, I tend to think it was just a boring and obscene fantasy I had during my school days.
But in the room, waiting for unknown punishment, I always thought about things to comfort myself and convinced myself that my mother was not willing to tell my father the scandal.
Xiaohai, come out for supper quickly.My mother called me to have a meal outside the door.
OK, come now.
Although I answered happily, I couldn't help but feel nervous.
Because my father is a punctual person, he will arrive whenever he says he will arrive.
Since he said yesterday that today is here, I'm afraid he's waiting for me at the dinner table.
I swallowed my saliva, cleared my itchy throat, stuck out my tongue and licked my dried lips, and I slowly turned the door handle to open the door.Since my mother told me to eat in this tone, it should be no big problem.
I couldn't help comforting myself while moving towards the dining table.
Sure enough, my father was already sitting at the dining table, holding a document in his hand and constantly writing and scratching.
After a while, I looked up at me who had been standing in front of the table for a while.
Spit out a word from your mouth and sit.
To be honest, I was distracted without realizing it at the table and didn't fully hear what my father was saying. However, even though my mind didn't understand what my father was saying, my body still sat down like a conditioned reflex.
I sat honestly across from him, staring at the table and didn't dare to look up.My mother kept serving the dishes that my father and I loved to the table.
Seeing the dishes I liked on the table, I understood that my mother is most likely unwilling to expose me in front of my father for this matter.I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and I let go of the holding heart.
How are your recent results?Familiar questions.
Well enough.Familiar answer.
Didn't you make your mom angry?It's a familiar question again.
No.
Although it was a familiar answer, when I heard this question, my heart suddenly felt relieved.
My heart beats wildly and my hands are shaking.
I feel that at this moment, like an animal facing its own natural enemies, secreting adrenaline hormones, and is always ready to run away.
snort.Father snorted.Since there is no evidence, I don’t bother with you, but you know in your heart whether you have made any mistakes.
Of course I knew it, so my hands were trembling and I picked up the chopsticks on the table several times but didn't pick them up.
Fortunately, I didn't act very well in front of my father, so it didn't arouse his suspicion.
And you, just spoil him. A loving mother will lose her son. If you don’t have to punish a small mistake, it will sooner or later lead to a big mistake.My father changed his tone and criticized his mother.
When I heard this, I felt nervous and quickly pretended to lower my head to make a meal.
Fortunately, my mother did not expose me, but asked my father to have a meal quickly.
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