Chapter 6

Xiaoma was such a child since she was a child.

He is very empathetic and his emotions are easily affected by people and things around him. He is also happy when he sees others happy. When he sees others sad, he will also be sad. What's more, the person who crys in his dreams is a mother who has always cared about him, loved him, and carefully raised him to grow up.

Once upon a time, he almost died of sympathy, and his mother's teachings were still fresh in memory after many years.

In Xiao Ma's vague memory, he was only two years old.In Majia Village in the north, one morning, my grandmother took her out for a walk. On the dry fields in the deep winter, I saw a kitten that was frozen to death.

The cat mother next to her was dying, like her current mother, closed her eyes and cried softly.

...He cried so hard that he was dragged home by his grandmother.

As noon approached, the sensitive villain quietly ran away.

The whole family couldn't find it after searching inside and outside the yard. Xiuhua's eyebrows were so anxious that she had twisted into hemp ropes. She couldn't ask the mother-in-law who was responsible for caring for the villain. She was anxious to call Ma Tiancheng and mobilize the whole village to go out to search.

The cold night in the north was bleak. When she found someone, Xiuhua found that he had run far to the woods in the back valley.

The dark blue sky is cloudless, and the bright moon is like a mirror. The villain sits quietly on the pile of grass in the valley, wearing a fox fur coat made by his grandfather. The silver-white fluffy fur color and the residual snow in the forest are like a furry little Guanyin.

He was surrounded by more than a dozen cats of different colors, some licking his hands, some rubbing against his feet with dirty fur, and a few raised tails on the ground were surrounding him, and the mother cat in the morning was lying in his arms with a quiet face.

On the ground was the dried fish he stole from his house, and not far away was a small grave that he dug out with his bare hands. Tears were not dry on his milky white face, a layer of white frost was hanging on his long eyelashes, his little nose was red from the cold, and his two little hands were filled with dirt from the ground, gently comforting the kitten in his arms.

As a result, the villain was twisted home by Xiuhua, and under the watch of the whole family, he was beaten for the first time in his life.

The low temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, the villain almost lost his life.

In any case, Xiuhua wanted to make him remember, and he still told him earnestly that in this world, whether it is humans or animals, like those kittens, there are many lives that cannot be full or worn or warm, and they are struggling to survive every day.

Nowadays, many children are born and raised in the city like you, and have never suffered hardships since childhood, but you have counted several generations and are all from the village. You must not forget your roots as a human being. If you have the ability to help others, you must do your best.

Xiao Ma remembered these words all his life.Now that he has grown up, he is full of energy and has a strong energy.But he still has such a suspicious personality at heart and cannot bear to others to suffer.

With a sigh of sadness, he put aside his beloved buttocks, leaned down his body, put his little hand on his mother's waist and back to comfort him gently, his little mouth approached his beautiful cheeks wet with tears, and with deep attachment in his chest, he gently spoke comfort words.

Mom, have you quarreled with Dad?

...Don't be sad.I will always be by your side and love you very much.

However, he never thought that these gentle actions would wake up his mother.

The moment his arm was tightly held by his mother, the little heart in his chest almost stopped... The excessive fright made his head blank and he almost lost his ability to think.

…!?Accompanied by a sharp tinnitus that seemed to be stomping on the brakes, he suddenly shivered and tightened the small cock in his crotch in panic.

Bang!

The big hand roared with anger and scolding. The little horse was beaten over with vomiting. A mouthful of saliva splashed out, and his face hurt like it was poured with hot oil. He was immediately scared and tears flowed. He regretted his mother's behavior just now.

……mom!mom!I was wrong, I was wrong!I dare not do anything Ah Mom!

In a short second, he thought a lot, fearing that he would be kicked out of the house, and he became lonely and helpless from then on...

He wailed loudly and begged for mercy, but his mother's slap continued to fall like raindrops. Her delicate little face swayed left and right like an electric fan, causing him to see the stars in his eyes. He could really realize the feeling of the chimes and cymbals in his mind, and the red, black and purple under his eyes were blooming. The crying sounds of ÁÁ became more and more heartbreaking, and as tears rolled into his mouth, even the salty, sour and spicy taste was tasted.

His cheeks were suffocated from severe pain to numbness. He began to be really afraid that he would be beaten to death. In a flash, just like the heavy rain coming and going in the sunny summer, his mother's big hand like a caltrop suddenly stopped for no reason.

I, I, I was wrong... He twitched and swallowed the smell of blood in his mouth, opened a slit of his eyes and glanced timidly. He saw his mother panting heavily, holding her fist as big as a sandbag, revealing the fierce look of a female spy. She was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly, and she was afraid and regretful, and she didn't even have the courage to escape.

I, the future... His nose felt sore, and he took a breath, his body shook, and he grinned and sobbed again, crying with slackened, pear blossoms were raining, you should be obedient, no, no...

Hiccups, hiccups.

As soon as she said halfway through the confession, Xiuhua burped her long, covered her heart, showed a painful swallowing expression, then opened her eyes and glared hard, spitting the fragrant powder that smelled fermented glutinous rice on his face in one mouthful.

Before Xiaoma could speak again, she suddenly rushed over like a tiger pounced on food and kissed Xiaoma's bright little mouth hard.

Sizzle, Sizzle, Sizzle, Sizzle!

The little horse widened his tears, and he knelt in place like petrification...

The drunken and hot lips covered the little mouth and grinded them constantly, sucking the cheeks and chin together, just like treating the little face as a coconut with a hole in it, trying hard to suck out the juice inside.

Xiaoma felt that his mother's lips were very soft and hot, even hotter than his hot cheeks. It was sweet and sweet, and the sweetness was strong, which brought him an unattached shock. However, the fear in his heart was difficult to dissipate, and he did not enjoy the mood of kissing for a while.

At the same time, Xiuhua was also wrapped in huge chaos.

The feeling was extremely clear, except for the slight itch on the lips and the continuous sweetness in the incoming mouth.

...What am I doing?

I'm so crazy!how so!?How do I explain to my son!...I said I was drunk and treated him as his father?no!I just called his name...what to do?What to do...

While trying hard to think about countermeasures, Xiuhua really wanted to figure out what drove her to do such an extraordinary move.

Did you remember that your son had difficulty holding the drunken self onto the bed, or did you find that the smell in his mouth would not make him disgusted?

Is it recalling the throbbing of asking for kisses in half a dream and half awake, or is it an unbearable headache that leads to losing your mind?

Did he feel soft-hearted when he looked at the pretty little face with tears flowing from tears, or did he feel that he was slapped in the face and wanted to bite him hard?

In a moment, she remembered her wedding night.

She wanted to vomit when she smelled the alcohol and tone from her husband's mouth.

So in the next few days, she saw her husband open his mouth and wanted to vomit before she saw that she opened her mouth. She didn't realize that her cleanliness would be so serious, but she did work very seriously, and Xiaoma wouldn't have come to this world.

The real problem is that with the comparison of her husband, Xiuhua was even more surprised that her son's little mouth was like in fantasy, without the smell of disgusting her.

Woo...Ahm, um!

The passionate kiss continued, and she accidentally pulled her tongue deep into her small mouth, hoping to find more sweet saliva that dissipated the pain in her brain and produced saliva from her mouth.

She knew how outrageous her behavior was. Her tangled eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and she looked angry, but she still kissed her soft little mouth tightly. The sizzling sound was like siping a clear spring, drinking nectar, and kissing it flutteringly, as if she was intoxicated.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

Suddenly, another even more outrageous thought came to her mind: Since her son has reached adolescence, why not... fulfill his wish?

...What the hell am I thinking!?

Xiuhua couldn't help but feel frightened. With a hiss, she suddenly pulled her lips back and raised her head to take a breath of cold air!

I can't imagine that I actually developed sexual desire for my own son!

Ma Xiaolin!You...you!She pulled Xiaoma's arm and pulled it hard, I'm your mother!

The pony was still immersed in the passionate kiss, half opening his mouth like a dull goose, and he couldn't understand what was going on.

Bang!

Without thinking, Xiuhua threw another palm at her dazed son. Xiaoma held her cheek with aggrieved look on her face and looked at the pair of soft lips that her mother had just kissed her. YīngYīngYīng cried and said: I, I dare not!Woo, woo...

The little mouth was seductive, and Xiuhua wanted to jump over and kiss him again, but she was very angry about this idea.

The headache came in a state of entanglement. She raised her left hand and pressed her temple, stared at Xiaoma, and shouted loudly. You dare!

, his right palm was swung out uncontrollably, and his backhand fell firmly on Xiaoma's face, making him spit out a sip of water, and his little face hit him hard and hit him hard on the bed. He beat him twice, causing his handsome little face to swollen in a big circle, red like a ripe, fragrant apple.

……damn it!damn it!

After the fight, Xiuhua felt regretful.

A few angry scoldings were more like scolding yourself.

She raised her fiery red palm as if soaked in blood, and her trembling eyes swayed back and forth between several fingers. A violent dizziness hit her heart. She had to put down her arms, closed her eyes and inhale a few breaths, trying her best to suppress the sudden urge to vomit.

Gu, Gu...gu!

She covered her mouth and choked hard for a few times, but she was worried and angry. She blocked her throat in one breath, and a lot of alcohol poured up desperately.

Seeing that she could not suppress the bursting vomiting, she quickly turned her head and leaned out of the bed, and with a wow, spraying a large mouthful of gastric juice and alcohol at the floor.

Wow!Wow!

Without a stop, she sprayed several more mouthfuls, and her throat was like turning on the faucet, pouring the wine in her belly down. With the uncomfortable sound of vomiting, big tears also fell.

The strong smell of alcohol soon spread in the room. Xiao Ma looked at her for a while with a timid look. Seeing her mother's face turned bloody, and the winding blood vessels like mountains floated out of the tips of her eyebrows and neck. She even forgot the pain on her face. She supported her body and crawled forward a little. She wanted to pat her mother's back, but she was afraid of being slapped again. She hesitated and comforted her with a heart-wrenching feeling: Mom... don't you worry, right?

Drink... Xiuhua's head was hanging on the edge of the bed, with messy saliva hanging on the corner of her mouth. She turned her head and glanced at him. Just as she was about to speak, she felt a sense of bad breath in her stomach. She hurriedly lowered her head and continued to vomit. The wine was dripping like mercury pouring down the ground.

Woo, woo... woo, gu... woo woo!

With the clamor, Xiuhua spit out most of the wine in her stomach, but she still didn't feel good. In the final analysis, she had drunk too much wine that night.

After lying for a while, Xiuhua slowly panted and supported her body, feeling like a wooden stick was stirring in her mind, which made her vision messy and her breathing was not smooth. She had to bend her head again, cough and vomit, and try to use vomiting to relieve the discomfort in her chest.

The sour water swallowed in the throat made her feel even more uncomfortable. The more she coughed, the more she vomited, the more painful her chest.

Cough, cough cough!cough!

After a few more violent retching sounds, she almost vomited until her bitter gallbladder broke, and her stomach was like a stone grinding, feeling that people were about to die. Xiaoma was frightened and didn't care whether she would be beaten again. She quickly crawled over and stroked her back, and asked in a trembling voice: Mom... what's wrong with you...

Xiuhua vomited until she was almost exhausted, and pursed her lips and squeezed away a thread of sour water hanging from the corner of her lips. She turned her head weakly and said: ...water, go get me water...

oh!

When Xiaoma heard this, she immediately turned around and climbed out of bed, ran to the kitchen barefoot and quickly got a bottle of mineral water back, jumped onto the bed with a thunderous sound, and moved forward with both knees against the sheets, approaching her mother, bent down and handed the water bottle over, Mom!The water is coming!

Xiuhua glanced at her sideways, and a hint of comfort appeared in her blood-red eyes. She raised her hand to catch the water bottle, rinsed away the filth in her mouth, and didn't care about it, so she lowered her head and vomited it directly on the ground.

She raised the water bottle again, raised her head and drank a few small sips of water. She felt a little better when she was burned by fire. She lowered her head and took a few breaths. It took her a while to calm her mind, support her body, and sit down with her back against the headboard.

After calming down, she raised her hand and pinched her temples, still feeling an unbearable headache.

However, this moment was the beginning of her pain tonight. The root cause was that she drank a lot of alcohol and was drugged by a erotic demon in the bar.

The medicine is called Musharm II. It is an aphrodisiac that originates from North America, is extremely expensive, is extremely difficult to buy, and is particularly rare in China. It is characterized by its difficulty in detecting ingredients and can maximize the effect when the victim is drunk.

Although the victim will not be unconscious, he will gradually become unconscious. In addition, the sexual desire in his body will usually obey the sexual demon in his confusion and subconsciously cooperate with the sexual demon to make various lustful actions.

Generally speaking, most victims do not realize that they have been drugged. Many people even miss the joy of the previous night when they wake up the next day, so they choose to throw themselves into the embrace of the erotic demon. Later, they are secretly photographed, played with, and trained without knowing it, and fall into the abyss of desire step by step until they completely become the "bitter" under the crotch of the erotic demon.

Fortunately, when Xiuhua got on the bus, the effect of the medicine had not completely occurred. Because of her own special circumstances, she was extremely resistant and highly vigilant in close contact with the opposite sex, which ultimately avoided the irreversible consequences.

However, it was precisely because of that medicine that she thought about giving her husband a blowjob in the car home, and when she was extremely disappointed, she thought it would be better to be a slut. In the past, she would never have had those lustful thoughts.

As mentioned above, the biggest feature of the drug is that it must be combined with alcohol to exert its efficacy. The so-called drug effect is actually a stimulant effect, which increases the blood flow rate and promotes alcohol absorption, and then stimulates the victim's nerve center to produce hallucinogenic effects, and at the same time stimulates the human body to accelerate the secretion of sex hormones such as estrone and estradiol.

Everything has two sides. If it weren’t for deep intoxication, the appropriate excitement would make the victim feel physically and mentally comfortable. Even if there is no demon on his side, he can usually sleep well. The problem is that Xiuhua is worried and angry. After returning home, he poured himself a full bottle of red wine...

Originally, a large amount of alcohol was far beyond the limit that her body could bear. In addition, it blended with the medicine in the blood, which further stimulated the effect of stimulants, which eventually led to her unbearable headache and difficulty in sleeping, so she was easily awakened by Xiaoma. When she woke up, her body's metabolic function collapsed instantly. Under stress, she had to expel the remaining alcohol from her body through violent vomiting. However, this could not excrete the drugs that had already penetrated into the internal organs, but instead made her even more uncomfortable.

Now she can't sleep, and she can't even sleep. Her head is like a knife cutting an axe and a rusty iron saw plucking. Every time the pulse beats, it brings a piercing headache.

The sensation of dizziness that was chaotic and violently disturbed by severe headaches. She had to close her eyes and press her scalp hard. Unfortunately, she had little effect. She had to shake her head in pain, throw the bottle on her hand under the bed like anger, and climb to the edge of the other side of the bed, trying to stretch her feet and shoulder it off the bed.

She just thought she was drunk because she was drunk. According to her past experience, doing exercise was very helpful for sobering up. In addition, she couldn't stand the filth on the floor beside the bed. She wanted to vomit even more when she smelled the pungent sour smell of wine, so she wanted to change to a clean place to exercise. The hot sweat from her background made herself feel comfortable.

Puff bang.

As soon as her feet were stepped on the ground, her trousers stretched to her knees pinned her legs. She shook her body and almost fell.

mom!Thanks to Xiao Ma who was standing by and helped her to help her in time.

Don't fall...

Xiuhua hung her head with a heart-wrenching pain, kicked off her trousers from her ankles, and tried to get up again with her eyebrows stammering, but she found that she was dizzy, as if she was on a boat in the storm, and she couldn't stand steadily.

After glanced at her son beside her, she hesitated for a moment, then put one hand on her tender shoulder, and used it as a handrail, and stood up swayingly with the force.

She couldn't tell whether she could stand firmly by relying on her son, and immediately felt much better than when she sat in bed.

Xiuhua knew very well that in her own situation, if she smelled the masculine smell of disgust when she was drunk, she would definitely want to vomit even more. For example, during the wedding, out of guilt for her husband whom she didn't hate at that time, she tried to drink a lot of alcohol to get herself drunk, and each one felt like she was. At this moment, she couldn't bear to think about it carefully. This is also a major reason why she was so angry about her husband.

Huh...woo.She breathed a lot of effort, put aside those annoying thoughts, just to make herself feel better, and immediately took a step and walked towards the door with her son.

At this time, only a pair of beige panties were left in her lower body, and a pair of slender and beautiful legs were completely exposed. Because she had been running and exercise for a long time, she had a well-proportioned and toned body. From the back, her long legs were straight, like two icicles.

The beautiful buttocks above are like a big jade-colored fairy peach, with a full shape, plump but not plump, wide and not lacking in warmth. They can be said to be sexy and beautiful, and are a body-building buttocks in the absolute sense.

Xiaoma did not look straight, respectfully, and stood by with her head down, bowing her waist and using her body as a handrail, looking like a little eunuch serving Lord Lafayette.

At this moment, he had no extra thoughts at all. He was kissed for no reason and was accidentally hit by two more iron palms. He regretted it and was really scared by his mother's vomiting appearance. He kept saying that his mother got better quickly, get better, don't feel too uncomfortable...