Time backtracking...
One day two years ago at noon, light music rang in the bedroom. I heard the sound and gently pushed open the door. However, what I saw inside was a mother wearing sexy clothes and doing fitness exercises!
At that moment, her soft smile, delicate face, and indescribable S-shaped perfect figure were like Cupid's arrow and hit my heart hard
Because my life is different from others, I already know a lot at the age of 16, and my thoughts are no different from adults. The erotic atmosphere in the room can be said to be the first time in my life to see my mother from a man's perspective. In fact, this is not a fault for how dirty my thoughts are. I have never had an Oedipus plot. It was really a normal man at that time. When I saw my mother's exquisite and convex body stretched rapidly under the yoga suit, the fabric of the close body was like a rubber band, showing her temptation to the fullest, especially her plump breasts were wrapped tightly in the pink and white half-shaped suspender top, and the design of the breast tightened her upper body firmly controlled her chest and squeezed out a particularly deep cleavage!
At that moment, the voyeurism and taboo mentality hit my instinct, which made me have some fantasies
Speaking of which, I could no longer move my eyes away at that time. My mother's beauty that charms all living beings subconsciously influences the instinct of men, and my breathing became rapid without realizing it.
Ah... Suddenly I made a silent cry, and a part of my body was raised like a spring with extreme compression. The excitement was not controlled by me at all, just like a carbonated drink that opened the bottle mouth and was as difficult to block
Is this a mother?
Is this a mother?
I looked at the scene in the room and asked myself repeatedly. The answer was obvious. Of course, it was yes, but it was so unbelievable.
At this time, my mother seemed to be changing some movement in yoga. Her slender legs began to slowly close, then hugged her knees, and then slowly opened and pressed down in my shocked gaze. During the process of opening, I actually saw the fat bulging between my mother's legs. Although I just glanced at it, I just caught a crack that could be seen through her tights!
That...that's mom's...pussy!
No one can understand my mood. When the woman who has always dressed rigorously without showing any cheapness to outsiders, is regarded as a goddess, and is regarded as a cold mother, has beautiful legs spread out, exposing the most mysterious and private parts. The clear outline in the triangle area clearly shows that she is not wearing underwear!
The impact of this picture is extremely tempting
At this time, my mother was like a peerless dancer. Every movement was full of the charm of a woman. Her plump body kept posing in many attractive positions. I finally understood the reason why my mother refused to wear tight clothes. She didn't want to show her sexy body to outsiders to appreciate, because it was too tempting, so that any man would have fantasies when he saw it. My mother didn't want her life to be affected, which was also due to her personality.
My eyes looked at my mother's body from outside the house like a demon, looking at her changing posture, looking at her plump butt without underwear under her tights, looking at her plump body pressing on the floor, looking at her stunning posture, the head of the flowers, scene after scene is like electric currents passing through the body and soul trembling trembling
I was intoxicated and slowly forgot my son's identity and the fear I had cultivated since childhood. At this moment, I was an explorer, a lucky person who discovered the secret of my mother's Pandora's treasure box. My inner excitement and body heat affected my strong physiological reaction. My heart had long gone with my mother's charming places.
My mother tirelessly showed the beauty of a woman. She smiled so sweetly and beautifully, better than the angels. She has all the beauty of God's creation, and it seems to be full of attraction as if it would shine. And that light broke through my ethics without preparation, leaving young teeth deep in my heart, and was panicked...
As time goes by, my mother did yoga movements over and over again, and the difficulty became more and more difficult. She began to shed some slight sweat, forming water marks on the bulging part of her chest. Under the white and crystal clear skin, green blood vessels attached to the full contour around the breasts, tightening or stretching as the master breathes.
At this time, the deep cleavage on the mother's chest was tightly squeezed, and neither of them obeyed the big white steamed buns on both sides pushed each other. They were like two children competing for favor, sometimes jumping surgingly and sometimes shaking happily. Only when they collided with each other, a brief pause would occur. Under their respective forces, the two breast balls were not only swollen and more protruding, but they became more round and plump. Therefore, a floating bump occasionally appeared at the top of the breast. It was the point on the meat ball that was as huge as a headlight, but it became the most fatal temptation on the mother's mature body.
At this time, a hint of embarrassment suddenly appeared on my mother's white face, and then she became shy again. She showed her white teeth and bit her lower lip, looking like a little woman, and seemed to be making some decisions in her heart. But not long after, I saw my mother slowly lying down her back, and at the same time, she stretched out her green jade hand to pat her chest, as if she was eased.
Then my mother took deep breaths continuously, and every time she did it, she calmed down a little, just like the ethereal air adding courage to her.
At this moment, time seemed to have fallen into a swamp, just like the deep groove formed between the two plump peaks on my mother's upper body, full of unknowns, and it was as firm as abyss, shaking and trembling, as if there were endless secrets forever.
Next, my thoughts were completely crazy, and I even heard the sound of my heart banging. The feeling of tightening all over my body and numbing my scalp was as if someone was holding a heavy hammer and hitting my forehead hard. I wanted to make some moans, but I found that my throat was so dry that I couldn't make any sound. I could only ease it by sucking and spitting.
Suddenly I felt some heat of liquid flowing down my breath. This was a shame, but I couldn't control it, either, because my mother had raised her slender legs high and separated her legs. Her waist, which was lying flat on the ground, gradually getting off the ground, and was moving closer to her chest in a strange posture. I couldn't imagine what would eventually form. I only knew that this would be a very crazy and crazy posture.
Sure enough, my mother got my response and finally completed the yoga move with a very high difficulty factor, both legs wrap around the head and palms. Of course, these are not the focus of my attention. What I paid attention to is the posture formed between the legs after extreme stretching. It was like a flower, a flower that was about to bloom, a charming flower that was truly blooming.
I saw some hair traces faintly appearing on the surface of the bulging pubic bone, with longitudinal marks intertwined and undulating. Next to it was a U-shaped slope formed by a mother's two long legs. This looked like two fleshy white onions growing from the bulging hillside. They were both slender and tender, and filled with strangeness. In the center of the plump, a slender slit was outlined through the pants. Two fat petals were gradually forming there, cracking until they were separated to the shape of the mother's small labia.
There were two blurry pieces of meat trembling slightly, and there was a lewd breath from the abalone-shaped entrance from time to time, as if it was also telling something...
Rumble A fire of desire burst out all over my body, and the blood under my skin seemed to be burning, rushing towards a certain point in a blowout output mode. Puchi... Puchi A stream of white liquid began to appear on my trousers. I was powerless to stop it, just like I could not remove my eyes from my mother's body. I knew that my thoughts began to approach that place. It was an insurmountable gap between mother and son. At this moment, I was like a lost pedestrian in the forest. On one side was temptation and confused, but there was only one right path. Unfortunately, I was walking on the wrong path. In fact, this was the original instinct, a kind of irresistible opposite sex attraction between men and women!
I was already lost and unable to extricate myself. I was getting closer and closer to the abyss. I closed my eyes and knew that I was about to fall. Goodbye, my innocence... I decided to give up!
But at this moment, a dazzling light shot over, occupying my only remaining sight, and the focus was restored in my retina, and she was the mother who was as beautiful as an angel.
The eyes will eventually meet, I showed obsession and intoxication, she showed panic and shame. She kept her legs wrapped around her head and palm-set, and only raised her beautiful face between the U-shaped crotch. I covered my lower body with one hand and held the edge of the door with the other, and woke up like a dream in that moment!
Who is it... This sound seems to be able to travel through time!
Huhu Time returns again, I shook my head hard and wiped away the memory just now. This is an experience that I don’t want to think about, because it’s too uncomfortable and lonely. It’s like the whole family abandoning me. In the year after that, I completely became a student slave. My mother became even colder, and even my father didn’t dare to say a few more words to me.
Although I was not exposed by my mother at that time, all the concealment was in vain under my wise eyes. But I was also glad that my mother finally woke me up in time, so my outlook on life did not collapse. So I knew what kind of charm my mother had, and that temptation could even transcend ethics. I looked at Qiu Hao again, and felt a little vigilant in my heart. At least before I really understood this person, I would monitor him. If I found out that he had any evil behavior towards my mother, I would definitely make him look good!
This is my responsibility as a son!
One day two years ago at noon, light music rang in the bedroom. I heard the sound and gently pushed open the door. However, what I saw inside was a mother wearing sexy clothes and doing fitness exercises!
At that moment, her soft smile, delicate face, and indescribable S-shaped perfect figure were like Cupid's arrow and hit my heart hard
Because my life is different from others, I already know a lot at the age of 16, and my thoughts are no different from adults. The erotic atmosphere in the room can be said to be the first time in my life to see my mother from a man's perspective. In fact, this is not a fault for how dirty my thoughts are. I have never had an Oedipus plot. It was really a normal man at that time. When I saw my mother's exquisite and convex body stretched rapidly under the yoga suit, the fabric of the close body was like a rubber band, showing her temptation to the fullest, especially her plump breasts were wrapped tightly in the pink and white half-shaped suspender top, and the design of the breast tightened her upper body firmly controlled her chest and squeezed out a particularly deep cleavage!
At that moment, the voyeurism and taboo mentality hit my instinct, which made me have some fantasies
Speaking of which, I could no longer move my eyes away at that time. My mother's beauty that charms all living beings subconsciously influences the instinct of men, and my breathing became rapid without realizing it.
Ah... Suddenly I made a silent cry, and a part of my body was raised like a spring with extreme compression. The excitement was not controlled by me at all, just like a carbonated drink that opened the bottle mouth and was as difficult to block
Is this a mother?
Is this a mother?
I looked at the scene in the room and asked myself repeatedly. The answer was obvious. Of course, it was yes, but it was so unbelievable.
At this time, my mother seemed to be changing some movement in yoga. Her slender legs began to slowly close, then hugged her knees, and then slowly opened and pressed down in my shocked gaze. During the process of opening, I actually saw the fat bulging between my mother's legs. Although I just glanced at it, I just caught a crack that could be seen through her tights!
That...that's mom's...pussy!
No one can understand my mood. When the woman who has always dressed rigorously without showing any cheapness to outsiders, is regarded as a goddess, and is regarded as a cold mother, has beautiful legs spread out, exposing the most mysterious and private parts. The clear outline in the triangle area clearly shows that she is not wearing underwear!
The impact of this picture is extremely tempting
At this time, my mother was like a peerless dancer. Every movement was full of the charm of a woman. Her plump body kept posing in many attractive positions. I finally understood the reason why my mother refused to wear tight clothes. She didn't want to show her sexy body to outsiders to appreciate, because it was too tempting, so that any man would have fantasies when he saw it. My mother didn't want her life to be affected, which was also due to her personality.
My eyes looked at my mother's body from outside the house like a demon, looking at her changing posture, looking at her plump butt without underwear under her tights, looking at her plump body pressing on the floor, looking at her stunning posture, the head of the flowers, scene after scene is like electric currents passing through the body and soul trembling trembling
I was intoxicated and slowly forgot my son's identity and the fear I had cultivated since childhood. At this moment, I was an explorer, a lucky person who discovered the secret of my mother's Pandora's treasure box. My inner excitement and body heat affected my strong physiological reaction. My heart had long gone with my mother's charming places.
My mother tirelessly showed the beauty of a woman. She smiled so sweetly and beautifully, better than the angels. She has all the beauty of God's creation, and it seems to be full of attraction as if it would shine. And that light broke through my ethics without preparation, leaving young teeth deep in my heart, and was panicked...
As time goes by, my mother did yoga movements over and over again, and the difficulty became more and more difficult. She began to shed some slight sweat, forming water marks on the bulging part of her chest. Under the white and crystal clear skin, green blood vessels attached to the full contour around the breasts, tightening or stretching as the master breathes.
At this time, the deep cleavage on the mother's chest was tightly squeezed, and neither of them obeyed the big white steamed buns on both sides pushed each other. They were like two children competing for favor, sometimes jumping surgingly and sometimes shaking happily. Only when they collided with each other, a brief pause would occur. Under their respective forces, the two breast balls were not only swollen and more protruding, but they became more round and plump. Therefore, a floating bump occasionally appeared at the top of the breast. It was the point on the meat ball that was as huge as a headlight, but it became the most fatal temptation on the mother's mature body.
At this time, a hint of embarrassment suddenly appeared on my mother's white face, and then she became shy again. She showed her white teeth and bit her lower lip, looking like a little woman, and seemed to be making some decisions in her heart. But not long after, I saw my mother slowly lying down her back, and at the same time, she stretched out her green jade hand to pat her chest, as if she was eased.
Then my mother took deep breaths continuously, and every time she did it, she calmed down a little, just like the ethereal air adding courage to her.
At this moment, time seemed to have fallen into a swamp, just like the deep groove formed between the two plump peaks on my mother's upper body, full of unknowns, and it was as firm as abyss, shaking and trembling, as if there were endless secrets forever.
Next, my thoughts were completely crazy, and I even heard the sound of my heart banging. The feeling of tightening all over my body and numbing my scalp was as if someone was holding a heavy hammer and hitting my forehead hard. I wanted to make some moans, but I found that my throat was so dry that I couldn't make any sound. I could only ease it by sucking and spitting.
Suddenly I felt some heat of liquid flowing down my breath. This was a shame, but I couldn't control it, either, because my mother had raised her slender legs high and separated her legs. Her waist, which was lying flat on the ground, gradually getting off the ground, and was moving closer to her chest in a strange posture. I couldn't imagine what would eventually form. I only knew that this would be a very crazy and crazy posture.
Sure enough, my mother got my response and finally completed the yoga move with a very high difficulty factor, both legs wrap around the head and palms. Of course, these are not the focus of my attention. What I paid attention to is the posture formed between the legs after extreme stretching. It was like a flower, a flower that was about to bloom, a charming flower that was truly blooming.
I saw some hair traces faintly appearing on the surface of the bulging pubic bone, with longitudinal marks intertwined and undulating. Next to it was a U-shaped slope formed by a mother's two long legs. This looked like two fleshy white onions growing from the bulging hillside. They were both slender and tender, and filled with strangeness. In the center of the plump, a slender slit was outlined through the pants. Two fat petals were gradually forming there, cracking until they were separated to the shape of the mother's small labia.
There were two blurry pieces of meat trembling slightly, and there was a lewd breath from the abalone-shaped entrance from time to time, as if it was also telling something...
Rumble A fire of desire burst out all over my body, and the blood under my skin seemed to be burning, rushing towards a certain point in a blowout output mode. Puchi... Puchi A stream of white liquid began to appear on my trousers. I was powerless to stop it, just like I could not remove my eyes from my mother's body. I knew that my thoughts began to approach that place. It was an insurmountable gap between mother and son. At this moment, I was like a lost pedestrian in the forest. On one side was temptation and confused, but there was only one right path. Unfortunately, I was walking on the wrong path. In fact, this was the original instinct, a kind of irresistible opposite sex attraction between men and women!
I was already lost and unable to extricate myself. I was getting closer and closer to the abyss. I closed my eyes and knew that I was about to fall. Goodbye, my innocence... I decided to give up!
But at this moment, a dazzling light shot over, occupying my only remaining sight, and the focus was restored in my retina, and she was the mother who was as beautiful as an angel.
The eyes will eventually meet, I showed obsession and intoxication, she showed panic and shame. She kept her legs wrapped around her head and palm-set, and only raised her beautiful face between the U-shaped crotch. I covered my lower body with one hand and held the edge of the door with the other, and woke up like a dream in that moment!
Who is it... This sound seems to be able to travel through time!
Huhu Time returns again, I shook my head hard and wiped away the memory just now. This is an experience that I don’t want to think about, because it’s too uncomfortable and lonely. It’s like the whole family abandoning me. In the year after that, I completely became a student slave. My mother became even colder, and even my father didn’t dare to say a few more words to me.
Although I was not exposed by my mother at that time, all the concealment was in vain under my wise eyes. But I was also glad that my mother finally woke me up in time, so my outlook on life did not collapse. So I knew what kind of charm my mother had, and that temptation could even transcend ethics. I looked at Qiu Hao again, and felt a little vigilant in my heart. At least before I really understood this person, I would monitor him. If I found out that he had any evil behavior towards my mother, I would definitely make him look good!
This is my responsibility as a son!
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