It is said that bragging cannot be taxed, and the so-called big boss, Lao Dao, has never heard of him in the group and did not post the leaked video he said. Lynch felt a little disappointed.
Lynch still passes by her mother's house every day, the familiar home she has lived in for more than ten years. She often sees her mother wearing a dignified housewife's clothes carrying a basket of vegetables. If it weren't for the fact that there was a photography studio in the house, her mother now looked like an ordinary housewife, but the high charges of Green Field Studio and the strange customers coming, plus the beautiful girl in white made Lynch feel a little confused.
Why is it so expensive to take photos in a small photography studio in the community? And is the studio on the adult forum that is duplicated with him?
Or is it just a coincidence, but Lynch himself is thinking too much?
Just because Lynch hasn't walked out of the shadow of those things before?
My mother is indeed wearing clothes more gentle and gentle than before, and her expression is more peaceful than before. My mother should have walked out of the haze of Wang Jian and the others and regained a new life.
Lynch saw his mother again today. She was carrying a bag of fruits and vegetables in her hand, wearing a light gray loose shirt on her upper body, a khaki casual skirt on her lower body, a pair of thin flesh-colored stockings on her legs, and paired with brown flat leather shoes, she looked like a housewife.
My mother walked slowly in the sun, carrying a bag of vegetables into the house. It was obviously not inconsistent. Lynch was upset why he was still thinking about it and was still suspicious of his mother. He felt a little guilty in his heart.
Lynch didn't play basketball today. Since his father was on a business trip, Lynch, who had lived alone for a long time, developed the habit of watching adult websites to masturbate. Today he searched on adult websites again. There were no new videos on the website. Lynch, who was bored, thought of climbing over the wall. Lynch opened the software to climb over the wall and entered some text with a powerful search engine, but there were no novel videos posted.
At this time, Lynch thought of the Green Field Studio, so Lynch entered the words Green Field Studio. The next search entry made Lynch overjoyed. A line of yelling called Green Field Studio's latest video collection Lynch immediately downloaded through the magnetic link. After about a few dozen minutes, more than 10 g of videos were finally downloaded. Lynch was so excited that his face turned red. He gasped and opened one of the videos and started watching.
At the beginning of the video, the scene is an ordinary community suite, neatly tidy, with a meticulous living room and kitchen, and a woman wearing a light blue dress and a thin white sweater on her legs and wearing transparent flesh-colored stockings on her legs are concentrating on cooking in the kitchen.
etc……
Why is this living room and kitchen so familiar?
Lynch carefully examined the room's set, decoration and furniture. Isn't this the home he has lived in for more than ten years?
Isn’t this the home I lived with my mother since I was a child?
Although my mother lives in this family now, after all, after living for more than ten years, Lynch recognized it at a glance, why is the scene in this video placed at his own home?
It was still the familiar room, familiar furniture, and familiar decoration. At this time, the woman who was sitting down after the meal turned around and carrying the plate was the mother Lynch was familiar with. The originally strict and serious mother seemed to have become more gentle than before. She had wavy curly hair and still wore gold glasses on her face. Her mother put the prepared dishes on the table, as if she was waiting for someone to come back to eat.
Lynch thought he had left this house and his father had divorced. Who was the one who was waiting for the meal he was cooking now?
At this time, the sound of the door opening came from outside the door. Then a boy wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag came in. The boy took off his Nike sneakers and walked in. Lynch saw that the boy looked very handsome, taller than himself, wearing a blue school uniform and carrying a famous brand of books, and the bag looked like a good student.
The boy threw his schoolbag on the sofa and said to his mother, "Mom has cooked so many dishes today, all of which I like to eat, and my stomach is starved to death."
At this time, my mother pushed the golden glasses on her face and said to the boy with a smile on her face. Yes, what you cook today is the dishes you like. You're so hungry. Have a meal quickly. How about studying at school today
Very good, the transcript has come out, I got 15th place in the class, I have improved compared to before.
Have you ranked 15th?It's so good that I've made more progress than before. You got more than 20 last time. Good, just make progress. So mom will feel at ease, have a meal soon
Seeing this, Lynch was confused. Who is the boy who calls his biological mother a mother?
Why did he sit in the position he should have and eat the meal his mother cooked for him?Did my mother remarry?
Or is it a child adopted by the mother?Why did my mother have such a big son shortly after she left?
Are you a godson you recognize?Or the son of a remarried man?If my mother remarries, she should also live in a new house to go to Ah. How could she share the rent with a photography studio?
How does the dish my mother cooks today taste like
Very good, it's a little lighter, mom, you also eat Ah
Mom won’t eat anymore if you lose weight. Eat more. You’ll be exhausted today. It’s great to get 15. Next time you work harder and see if you can get into the top 10 of the class. In this way, your dad will be very happy to know.
As she spoke, her mother touched the so-called son's head. She had never treated her like this before and even touched her head. Even if she was in the top 10 in the class, her mother looked disdainful and cold.
Lynch was confused, but he was still dad?What dad?Didn’t my dad divorce my mom?
Moreover, with her mother's strict and harsh personality, before, Lynch would be unhappy if she got the 6th place in the class, but this child only got the 15th place in the class. Why would her mother be so happy?
So tolerant to him?
This is not in line with my mother's personality. It's so strange. Good mother, I will study harder next time and strive to get into the top 10 in the class.
Lynch thought that his mother was really tolerant of this new son. She was so happy after taking the exam for 15 mothers in the previous class. Could it be that her mother's personality has changed?
Seeing that my mother's clothes were gentler and fresher than before, my mother sat on the sofa and watched the new son eating. Then she crossed her legs and read the newspaper. There was a slipper hanging on her feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. My mother leisurely hung the slippers on her toes and shook them. Lynch's mind was completely confused. What was going on?
Why is a strange child sitting at his own table eating at his own dining table, and his mother still screaming at the child and his son one by one? Why?
My mother pushed her gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the newspaper seriously. The transparent flesh-colored stockings on her legs wrapped around her mother's well-proportioned legs and looked more mature than before.
The mother continued to read the newspaper, and the child continued to eat, eating the food that was supposed to be made for Lynch.
About 10 minutes later, the mother suddenly put down the newspaper, walked gently to the child in slippers, reached out and touched her son's head again, and then smiled and said to the child, "Son Ah, do you think the pair of stockings that the mother wore today is beautiful?"Like it?
My son put down the bowls and chopsticks and looked down at his mother's slender legs in stockings. It's pretty... It's pretty... These stockings look very thin... Is it from the crotch or the crotch wrapped... Can my mother lift the skirt up and let me see it
Haha, of course, can you see, your mother's underwear is beautiful
Then the mother actually grabbed her blue dress with both hands and slowly lifted it up. The mother pushed the skirt to her waist, and her thighs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and the lace white underwear inside were immediately displayed in front of the child. The child's eyes were straightened, his face was flushed, and he was breathing slightly. Beautiful... So beautiful... So beautiful... Mom, the stockings you wore today are so beautiful... Ah...
It's actually a t-crotch... The underwear inside is also pretty... Let me touch it
Immediately afterwards, the so-called son actually hugged his mother's thighs wearing stockings, put his face to his mother's crotch, rubbed his mother's crotch through the stockings, and rubbed his mother's big butt wrapped in stockings. Mom turned her body around, I want to see the stockings on your butt
The mother turned around obediently when she heard her son's instructions, lifted her skirt higher, and then raised her big white butt wrapped in stockings high towards the child. Then the so-called son stretched out his hand and rubbed his mother's soft butt vigorously, leaned his face on his butt and rubbed it greedily, licking the stockings on his butt greedily. The mother stuck out her butt high and let the so-called son rub it vigorously. After rubbing for a while, the child also stretched out his hands and slapped two crisp and loud slaps at his mother's butt. After rubbing for a while, the mother slowly turned around, put down the skirt, and stood in a dignified and steady manner.
Mom looked at the so-called son with kind eyes and slowly spoke to the so-called son, "Good child, you got the 15th place in the exam this time. Mom is very happy. I'm so tired of studying recently. How about mom giving you a reward?Mom, let's play the flute for you
OK... OK Ah... Thank you mom... Mom, hurry up
Hearing his mother say this, the so-called son's voice began to tremble. Then the mother actually knelt down, kneeling on the familiar wooden floor where Lynch had lived for more than ten years, slowly moving her knees wrapped in stockings, and slowly crawling under the table.
Then he reached out and slowly took off the boy's school uniform, pants and underwear. The boy's thick and long hard cock, which was disproportionate to his age, immediately appeared in front of his mother. The so-called son's cock was thick and long, and his skin was very dark, and his veins were exposed. He looked like a playboy who often played with women.
Mom stretched out one hand and held the boy's cock, and heard a gasp in the boy's mouth. Ah... it feels comfortable... so comfortable
Mom held the boy's penis with one hand and put the other into the boy's school uniform. It seemed that she was gently sweeping the boy's nipples with her fingers. Then Mom stuck out her tongue and began to gently lick the boy's sensitive glans and urine eyes with the tip of her tongue. Then she slowly opened her mouth and slowly swallowed the boy's penis. Mom sucked and spitted the boy's penis bit by bit. At first, she just swallowed it below the glans. Then the mother's penis became deeper and deeper. Later, she actually inserted the entire boy's penis into her mouth, pressed her throat, and kept shaking her head, allowing the boy's glans to sweep her tonsils in her throat.
Mom knelt under the table, holding the boy's thighs with both hands, and thrusting his neck harder and sucking the boy's cock harder. The so-called son was sobbing by his mother's skillful oral sex. Ah...comfortable...mom...so comfortable...mom...mom...so comfortable...mom...so comfortable...mom...mom...mom...mom...so comfortable...mom...mom...mom...mom...mom...mom's deeper...mom...mom...mom...mom's deeper...mom...mom...mom...mom...mom's deeper...mom...a deeper...ah...
Hearing the boy's instructions, my mother's neck suddenly pressed down, swallowing the boy's entire cock into her mouth, and her glans reached her throat. After swallowing the boy's cock into one, she began to shake her head left and right. The boy seemed to feel the unprecedented stimulation. Comfortable... So comfortable... So comfortable... So comfortable Ah Mom... I have never tried such a comfortable oral sex... I will definitely be in the top 10 of the class... Mom is so comfortable... Ah... So comfortable... Oh... Mom I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate in your mouth
The mother was spitting faster and faster. Then the boy heard a low roar and began to shake all over. He reached out and grabbed his mother's hair tightly and pressed hard towards his crotch. The shaking of his body became stronger and stronger. It seemed that he was ejaculating in his mother's mouth. A large amount of semen ran out and shot all into his mother's mouth. Then the mother slowly pulled the boy's cock out of his mouth. When the glans left his mother's mouth, it made a wave of sound. The mother looked at the boy with loving eyes, then stretched out her palm and caught it under her chin, slowly spit out the thick semen in her mouth, and then opened her mouth to ask the boy, how about it?Is mom's oral sex comfortable?
Comfortable...so comfortable...thank you mom
Mom held the boy's semen in her hand, and then she raised her neck and poured all the semen into her mouth, then drank it all, and then her mother came out from under the table, continued to sit on the sofa and read the newspaper, her legs wearing flesh-colored stockings and slippers continued to shake gently as if nothing had happened.
The boy also continued to pick up the dishes and eat, as if nothing had happened just now. After the boy finished the meal, he said to his mother, "Mom, I'm ready to eat."
Let me keep it, I'll clean it up, you go to the room to do your homework
What a familiar conversation. Isn’t this the mother-son dialogue that happened every night when Lynch was with his mother and mother?
Why is such familiar words so strange that Lynch can't tell? The so-called son put down his bowl and chopsticks and entered Lynch's bedroom to start doing homework? Lynch's mind was already blank and buzzing. What was going on?
What happened just now?
They had just done such a shameless mother-son incest, but now they think nothing has happened. Moreover, the so-called son actually entered his room, sat at his desk, and began to do his homework in a fake manner, but his mother stood in the kitchen washing dishes as usual, with her thighs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings standing straight. The washing movements looked more tactful and gentle than before. To put it bluntly, it was more artificial, as if she was deliberately playing the role of a kind mother.
My mother's mature back is facing the camera, washing dishes in the kitchen. My mother slowly washed every plate and bowl and chopsticks, and her movements were particularly slow and gentle. To be honest, unlike my mother's usual performance, her usual movements of washing dishes were very large and very quick, and at this time, her movements of washing dishes seemed to have a little performance.
At this moment, the so-called son in Lynch's bedroom quietly walked out. Seeing the son's appearance at this moment, Lynch was stunned. The so-called son was wearing a school uniform for the first half of his life, and his lower body was completely naked, and his huge cock was erected high. He quietly walked behind his mother and pushed his mother hard, making his mother's whole body lean on the dishwasher and stick out her butt. Then the so-called son pushed his mother's skirt to his waist, slapped at his high snow-white butt and tore open the stockings on his mother's butt, then pulled the underwear aside, held his mother's stockings butt and inserted it into his mother's pussy.
At this time, the mother's expression was not surprised or surprised. She continued to wash the dishes with the dishes. The sound of the faucet washing the dishes and chopsticks was intertwined with the sound of her son thrusting into her mother's butt, which looked particularly strange.
The so-called son hugged his mother's butt and thrust his waist, sprinting in his mother's pussy. The mother was still washing the dishes as if nothing had happened, carefully washing every plate and bowl. She still had that kind expression on her face. The lewd and weird scene in front of her made Lynch stunned. Lynch didn't know what was going on. Only the sound of washing dishes and chopsticks and the so-called son's abdomen hitting his mother's butt was heard in his ears.
Oh...comfortable and comfortable...so comfortable...mom's pussy is so comfortable Ah...I'll fuck you...I'll fuck you to death, you stockings mom...um...continue to wash dishes...don't stop...continue to wash dishes...don't stop...Ah
Then the so-called son raised one of his mother's legs wrapped in stockings with one hand, put the mother's legs on the stove, one of his mother stood on the ground, and one of his legs was placed next to the washing trough. The so-called son held his mother's legs with one hand, and the other hand was put into his mother's clothes and rubbed his mother's soft and plump breasts hard. The waist hit his mother's butt even harder, and thrusting his mother's pussy hard.
Son is gentle...better...you are going to fall off your mother's bowl...better...better...Ah...comfortable...my son's dick is so comfortable...so thick...so long...Ah...better...bet...bet...bet...it's pushing my uterus...mom is washing dishes... don't mess around...well, he feels comfortable
Mom, don’t stop washing yours... Keep washing dishes... Ah... I fuck... I fuck... So comfortable... Ah... so comfortable... Mom's stockings and thighs are so beautiful... so thin stockings... Did you wear these pairs of stockings when cooking for your real son before?
The boy continued to rub his mother's breasts with one hand, and the other hand began to tear the stockings on his mother's butt and legs. The big holes of his mother's stockings were torn out by this boy. The stockings that were originally crystal clear and neatly wrapped around his mother's legs were torn to pieces by this boy. I rarely wore them before... I used to wear pants when we lived in life... Later I started wearing stockings... Good son... Do you like my mother's stockings... Ah... Use force... Ah... It hit my uterus... Ah... Let me wash the dishes first... slower... It hit my uterus... Ah... It hit my uterus... Ah... It's comfortable
The boy continued to thrust for hundreds of times, then his whole body began to tremble and twitch. The boy felt that he was about to ejaculate. He quickly pulled out his cock, and then he stood on the operating table beside his mother with a bang. The boy stood on the operating table in the kitchen, holding his cock to his mother's beautiful face, and ejaculated a large amount of thick semen. The mother's face was instantly covered with the boy's white semen, and her beautiful curly hair was also ejaculated with the boy's semen. The mother's face did not change at this time, and she was still washing the dishes seriously with that kind expression. When the video reached this point, Lynch suddenly heard a sound of "jack!"!stop!!!OK, it's over. Miss Li performed very well. How does this customer feel?Still satisfied?Your private customization is over
At this time, the so-called son actually inserted his cock into his mother's mouth and asked his mother to help her clean up the semen. While pulling his mother's curly hair, the cock went in and out of his mother's mouth, asking his mother to help him clean up the semen, and replied comfortably, satisfied... so satisfied... so comfortable... so comfortable... so comfortable... so comfortable... this slutty pussy acted like Ah... so comfortable... so satisfied... I come again next time I have time... I think about the plot... see what gameplay next time... my mother divorced my father in the early years... now I don't know where to go... I usually see other people's mothers wearing stockings on their legs to hold parent-teacher meetings... I want to rush over and fuck them... Now my dream has come true... Haha... Thank you... thank Director Tony... This slut's mouth is so comfortable...What a perfect slutty mother Ah... It's so suitable to play the stockings mother... Ah... it's comfortable
Lynch's brain was blank at this time, as if five thunders were thundering. This is the so-called private customization. It turns out that the porn studio uploaded online is the Green Field Studio at my mother's house. My mother actually acted as a private custom actress. This is almost the same as a prostitute. How could my mother fall to this point?
Why did mom do this?
Is it just for money?
Is it because I divorced my father and I have no source of income?
Or is it that my mother also wants to experience the pleasure of incest, or that my mother wants to regain the mother-son life with her son, and my mother actually did this. Lynch felt that she was completely lost, as if she was in an illusion. The sunshine in her heart turned back into dark clouds. That's it, but Lynch's unscrupulous cock became hard at this time. He subconsciously reached his hand to his cock, but suddenly he thought that the woman in the video was his biological mother, and then he shrank his hand back. Lynch opened the next video in a tangled manner.
In the second video, the environment is still the familiar home where I lived since I was a child. A boy was sitting on the sofa watching TV, wearing a school uniform. The boy looked a little listless, as if he was sleep-deprived. He was very thin, with an earring on his ear, a nose nail on his nose, and a flax-colored blonde hair dyed. Isn’t this the boy who came down from Maserati that day?
The boy's flax-colored blonde hair formed a distinct sense of incongruity with the school uniform he was wearing. He collapsed on the sofa, using the remote control to change channels.
At this time, the knocking sound came from outside the door. The boy went to open the door. A woman came in, carrying a bag of fruits and vegetables in her hand, and a newly purchased feather duster in her other hand. Her hair was all tied on her head, looking very dignified. The woman wore a pair of gold wire glasses on her face, a beige sweater with a V-neck, a pearl necklace on her neck, and a brown pleated long skirt on her lower body. The skirt was quite long until her calves. The woman wore dark brown stockings on her legs and a pair of beige flat shoes on her legs. The woman struggled to put the food in her hands on the table, put her hands on her waist and pushed the gold wire glasses on her face, and began to shout loudly against the boy on the sofa with a serious face.
Lynch looked at the beautiful face of a woman. Who else could it be if it weren’t for her mother who had lived for more than ten years?
Isn’t this outfit just like when I was at the door that day. I saw my mother coming back from buying vegetables. She was holding the newly bought feather duster in her hand. Her mother pushed the gold-rimmed glasses with one hand, and her newly bought feather duster with the other hand, shouting at the boy, saying, "Why are you watching TV again? Do you still want to study? How much did you do after taking the exam last time?
I just came back from a parent-teacher meeting. Do you know what the teacher said about you?
Say you are so mud that you can't stand up to the wall, so let's leave school as soon as possible, where do you ask your mother to put her face? You are still in the mood to watch TV now, so hurry up and go back to my room to review
At this time, the blond fake son said lazily, "Mom, I reviewed everything yesterday. I'm very tired today and don't want to do my homework. Just let me watch TV for a while. I'm going to watch cartoons later. I don't want to do my homework. I'm so troublesome. Please let me finish watching cartoons first and then do my homework."
No, you can write it for me immediately, and now you can write it. Don’t be too slow. Your grades are so bad. You still watch cartoons without any awareness. What do you do when you go to school all day long?Go to play?When the parent-teacher meeting was held just now, my mother wanted to dig a hole and drill in it. Do you know?You still have the face to smile with me here!Go and do your homework quickly!immediately!
Mom, I really don’t want to do my homework, I don’t want to do my homework, I just want to watch cartoons, One Piece is about to start
How old are you still watching cartoons? Look at your look with yellow hair and earrings, and even holes are drilled in your nose. You don’t look like a student. You look like a hooligan. If you can’t read, what do you want to do in the future? Want to go to society?Be a little hooligan?You should write it for me quickly, if you don’t write it, I will beat you
As he said that, my mother took a step forward, and her feet in brown stockings stepped on the ground with force. My mother reached out and raised her feather duster and hit the so-called son. My mother took the feather duster and whipped the boy's arm very loudly, but this feather duster looked light and probably didn't hurt much when she was thrusting on her body. Mom, stop hitting... stop hitting... I don't want to do my homework... Don't force me... Don't hit me... Ah... It hurts so much... Don't hit me... Don't hit me... Don't hit me... Don't hit me...
Don't fight, right?OK, I will punish you in other ways. You have done it for me and see how I punish you
As he said that, his mother pushed her gold-rimmed glasses, walked to the boy, and then knelt down. Mom knelt on the ground, raised her big butt back and raised her big butt up and covered her waist. Her round and huge butt was tightly wrapped in brown stockings, and raised her high in front of the camera. Mom put her hands on the boy's legs, shook her head, and her hair was neatly wrapped around her head, looking elegant and luxurious. Mom reached out and took off the boy's pants. The boy was already as hard as iron, and the cock hit her on her face with a snap. Mom looked carefully at the boy's glans, and there was a pearl inlaid. It seemed that she was also a master of women. You bastard, why are you wearing this bead on your little cock?What are you going to do?How old are you inlaid with pearls on your little dick? Is this what students should do?You are a bastard... see how I punish you
As he said that, his mother put his hands on the boy's thigh, opened her mouth and took the boy's cock in one mouthful. This time, he inserted it into the boy's entire cock into his mouth and reached his throat. Mother rotated her head and quickly sucked the boy's cock. There was no foreplay, and she was directly deep throated. Almost every time the boy's glans would be inserted into her throat and pushed to her tonsils. Mother was swaying and shaking her head while swaying. She just now put her hair on her head, looking tall and strict. Mother is now kneeling in front of the boy and sticking her butt to give the boy a blowjob.
Lynch was even more confused when he saw this. He had never seen his mother slid her hair on the top of his head. He didn't expect that his mother would slim and serious in her hair. Fortunately, he had never met such a strict mother back then. He was even more severe than when he supervised his studies. His hair on his head was shaking him constantly, shaking his neck hard, holding the boy's penis in his mouth, and shaking his head from time to time, making the boy's penis more comfortable in his mouth.Oh...comfortable...so comfortable...so comfortable...sexy mom...so you punish me like this...I'm not afraid...you use Ah...suck harder...and suck harder...if you have the ability to blow me out...Ah...comfortable and comfortable...if you blow me out, I'll do my homework...Ah...comfortable...so comfortable...you blow hard...so breathe hard...so comfortable...Ah...so comfortable...so deeper...thrust to my throat...I'm going to insert my glans into your tonsils...Ah...so comfortable...so comfortable
Mom sucked and spitted the boy's cock in big mouthfuls, and the speed became faster and faster. Then, Mom grabbed the brown stockings in her crotch with her hands with her fingers, then sniffed, tearing a big hole in the stockings, and then broke her underwear aside. The shot of sparse hair on her moist pussy was immediately seen clearly by Lynch.
While sticking his butt out, his butt was slapped for the boy, wearing brown stockings and his butt was raised high towards the camera. His underwear was pulled to the side, revealing his mother's pussy and asshole, which was clearly captured by the camera. At this moment, a person appeared quietly in the camera. He slowly walked behind his mother and compared a v to the camera, then covered his mouth and laughed, then quietly picked up the feather duster on the ground, and then inserted the feather duster into his mother's asshole. Mother hummed a few times and let the man insert the feather courage into his asshole. Lynch looked closely and saw that the man was wearing buns and wearing black-framed glasses. He was the man who had always appeared at the door of his house. The man wiped the feather duster into his mother's asshole, then held a v in his hands and smiled at the camera, and then quickly flashed to the side and disappeared.
A boy with blonde hair wearing earrings and nose rings, at this time, one hand tightly grasped the hair that was wrapped on his head on his mother's head, and the other hand reached into his mother's V-neck sweater, rubbed his mother's snow-white big breasts hard, and from time to time he got up and whipped his mother's butt, the sound was very crisp and loud. Ah, comfortable and comfortable, Mom, I ejaculated, Mom, I ejaculated, I want to ejaculate on your hair, I want to ejaculate on your hair, I want to ejaculate on your hair, I want to ejaculate on Ah, I can pull it out
As he said that, the boy pulled out his cock and ejaculated at the hair that was squinting on his mother's head. A large amount of thick semen ejaculated on his mother's hair. The originally dignified and beautiful pan head was covered with pieces of white semen from the boy. The boy pointed the remaining semen at his mother's silk glasses and then ejaculated. The mother, who was originally stern, looked tall and tall, was actually ejaculated on the boy's semen. Even the noble silk glasses were two pieces of semen hanging on the mother's silk glasses. Then the boy walked to his mother's body.Afterwards, he slapped his mother's stockings twice with big butt, and then he slapped the brown stockings even bigger. Then the boy began to tear the stockings on his mother's legs wildly. He stinged the left and then stinged the brown stockings. The mother's originally mature and steady brown stockings were torn to pieces by the boy, covering them with big holes. The stockings on his butt had been torn to pieces. The stockings on his butt were now worn on his mother's snow-white and slender legs like two sets of stockings. The boy could take off his underwear directly from the outside of the stockings.
Mom's big white butt was raised high against the boy. The boy grabbed her soft white butt and thrust her cock and inserted it in with a thrust. It feels so comfortable... It's so realistic, it's so pussy... It turns out that the mature woman's pussy tastes like this... Did you, a mother in stockings, just now... Why don't you scold... and then scold... What are you angry about... What's so angry about... I fuck you to death... I really treat me as your son... I was so fierce when you scolded your real son... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I say!How fierce you were when you scolded your real son... Show me the performance... You scolded me and fucked you... Hurry up
Hum... Comfortable... I wasn't so fierce when I scolded my son before... I was even more fierce just now... Do you like mom scolding you... Mom continued to scold you... You bastard... idiot... your academic performance is so bad... how can you have the attitude to meet people... Ah... good... you don't hurry up and study... Um... Hum... Hum... Wait and memorize words for me immediately... Go and review... Hum... Comfortable and comfortable... You are lazy all day long... How can you find a job when you enter society in the future... What do you want to do in the future... Do you want to be a waste like your father... Hum... If you don't study hard, you won't get into a good university... Ah... Comfortable... If you can't get into a good university... Ah... You won't find a good job... Hum... Hum... Don't know how to watch a movie and fuck the plane for a day...I also spent so much money to find a private customization... Your parents gave you so much money to buy textbooks... Let you study hard... Not for you to customize privately here... Fuck mom hard... Ah... Comfortable... So comfortable... Ah... You are a bastard... Use your parents' hard-earned money to play private customization...
I also asked me to wear such dark-colored stockings... I tie my hair on the top of my head... Ah... Fuck me... Fuck... Comfortable... Ah... So good... Your dick is pushing my uterus... I look like I'm wearing my head... Is it the way your own mother...Do you want to fuck your own real mom……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Comfortable and comfortable... After the exercise, I will go back to my room to study for me... You must dare to get out of the final exam...If I fail, I will break your legs...Ah...Hmm...Oh...You useless son, your academic performance is so poor...In the whole class...Ah... it's really useless...My education for you has been wasted for so many years...Ah...comfortable...fuck Ah...fuck Ah...fuck my uterus...tear my stockings to pieces
Then the boy held the feather duster inserted into his asshole with his hands. He took the feather duster and began to thrust his mother's asshole hard, thrusting his waist and fucking wildly in his mother's pussy. His mother screamed in excitement by two-pronged approach, rolled her eyes, which formed a sharp contrast with the hair wrapped around her head and the noble gold-rimmed glasses on her face.Ah... Comfortable... You're fucking my asshole... Ah... It hurts so much... It's a little gentler... Don't use a feather duster to fuck my asshole... Ah... Fuck my pussy hard... Fuck my pussy hard... Fuck my mother's pussy hard... Fuck my pussy hard... Fuck your idiot son... waste son... can't read... I'm destined to be a waste of society in the future... The scum of society... waste... really useless... The whole class counts down... What's the use of me raising you so big... Be criticized by the teacher all day long at school... I'll make my mother angry when I come back... Don't you think life is a failure... You useless son... useless son... I'm a pussy... Ah... Comfortable... Ah
The blonde boy continued to thrust his mother's asshole with a feather duster. His huge cock went in and out of his mother's pussy. Then he stretched out his hand and pulled his mother's brown stockings on his legs. The boy who had been torn to pieces was not spared. He began to continue to tear up wildly, and the sound of squirting echoed in the room. At this moment, the young man wearing black-framed glasses continued to walk into the camera. He walked quietly in front of his mother and sat on the sofa, pressing his hair on his head, and inserted his cock into his mother's mouth, and began to let his mother swallow and spit. The mother slowly sucked and spit, and the young man wearing glasses enjoyed comfortably, as if he didn't want to ejaculate, as if he just came out to let his mother massage his cock.
The young man let his mother suck and spit a few times casually, then pulled out his penis and walked to the side, disappearing into the camera again. At this time, the yellow-haired boy continued to thrust for seven or eight hundred times, and finally couldn't control his semen. He growled, pulled out the feather duster and threw it aside, then leaned forward and hugged her mother, rubbed her plump breasts vigorously, then bent her body tightly against her buttocks and started ejaculation violently. The young man kept twitching and shaking on her buttocks, which lasted for dozens of seconds, and then he let out his already limp cock. When the young man pulled out his cock, a large amount of thick semen flowed down from her mother's pussy and flowed to the ground along her mother's buttocks like a rotten brown stocking. At this time, the camera gradually pulled away.
The camera shot in from the doorway and saw a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a V-neck sweater and a pleated skirt on her legs. Her skirt was lifted to her waist.
The brown stockings on the legs were torn to pieces, and the big white butt was raised high up to the sky, and semen kept flowing out of the pussy. At this moment, a roar of applause sounded in the room, and the applause echoed in the room. Then the bun-shaped young man appeared in the camera again. He shouted "Card... End... Today's customization is over here... Ms. Li is exhausted too... Put a towel on Ms. Li to the bedroom to rest... Executive... Executive... Come over and clean the ground... Clean the semen and water... Take the feather duster to wash... How about it?This customer, are you satisfied with today's customization?
Lynch still passes by her mother's house every day, the familiar home she has lived in for more than ten years. She often sees her mother wearing a dignified housewife's clothes carrying a basket of vegetables. If it weren't for the fact that there was a photography studio in the house, her mother now looked like an ordinary housewife, but the high charges of Green Field Studio and the strange customers coming, plus the beautiful girl in white made Lynch feel a little confused.
Why is it so expensive to take photos in a small photography studio in the community? And is the studio on the adult forum that is duplicated with him?
Or is it just a coincidence, but Lynch himself is thinking too much?
Just because Lynch hasn't walked out of the shadow of those things before?
My mother is indeed wearing clothes more gentle and gentle than before, and her expression is more peaceful than before. My mother should have walked out of the haze of Wang Jian and the others and regained a new life.
Lynch saw his mother again today. She was carrying a bag of fruits and vegetables in her hand, wearing a light gray loose shirt on her upper body, a khaki casual skirt on her lower body, a pair of thin flesh-colored stockings on her legs, and paired with brown flat leather shoes, she looked like a housewife.
My mother walked slowly in the sun, carrying a bag of vegetables into the house. It was obviously not inconsistent. Lynch was upset why he was still thinking about it and was still suspicious of his mother. He felt a little guilty in his heart.
Lynch didn't play basketball today. Since his father was on a business trip, Lynch, who had lived alone for a long time, developed the habit of watching adult websites to masturbate. Today he searched on adult websites again. There were no new videos on the website. Lynch, who was bored, thought of climbing over the wall. Lynch opened the software to climb over the wall and entered some text with a powerful search engine, but there were no novel videos posted.
At this time, Lynch thought of the Green Field Studio, so Lynch entered the words Green Field Studio. The next search entry made Lynch overjoyed. A line of yelling called Green Field Studio's latest video collection Lynch immediately downloaded through the magnetic link. After about a few dozen minutes, more than 10 g of videos were finally downloaded. Lynch was so excited that his face turned red. He gasped and opened one of the videos and started watching.
At the beginning of the video, the scene is an ordinary community suite, neatly tidy, with a meticulous living room and kitchen, and a woman wearing a light blue dress and a thin white sweater on her legs and wearing transparent flesh-colored stockings on her legs are concentrating on cooking in the kitchen.
etc……
Why is this living room and kitchen so familiar?
Lynch carefully examined the room's set, decoration and furniture. Isn't this the home he has lived in for more than ten years?
Isn’t this the home I lived with my mother since I was a child?
Although my mother lives in this family now, after all, after living for more than ten years, Lynch recognized it at a glance, why is the scene in this video placed at his own home?
It was still the familiar room, familiar furniture, and familiar decoration. At this time, the woman who was sitting down after the meal turned around and carrying the plate was the mother Lynch was familiar with. The originally strict and serious mother seemed to have become more gentle than before. She had wavy curly hair and still wore gold glasses on her face. Her mother put the prepared dishes on the table, as if she was waiting for someone to come back to eat.
Lynch thought he had left this house and his father had divorced. Who was the one who was waiting for the meal he was cooking now?
At this time, the sound of the door opening came from outside the door. Then a boy wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag came in. The boy took off his Nike sneakers and walked in. Lynch saw that the boy looked very handsome, taller than himself, wearing a blue school uniform and carrying a famous brand of books, and the bag looked like a good student.
The boy threw his schoolbag on the sofa and said to his mother, "Mom has cooked so many dishes today, all of which I like to eat, and my stomach is starved to death."
At this time, my mother pushed the golden glasses on her face and said to the boy with a smile on her face. Yes, what you cook today is the dishes you like. You're so hungry. Have a meal quickly. How about studying at school today
Very good, the transcript has come out, I got 15th place in the class, I have improved compared to before.
Have you ranked 15th?It's so good that I've made more progress than before. You got more than 20 last time. Good, just make progress. So mom will feel at ease, have a meal soon
Seeing this, Lynch was confused. Who is the boy who calls his biological mother a mother?
Why did he sit in the position he should have and eat the meal his mother cooked for him?Did my mother remarry?
Or is it a child adopted by the mother?Why did my mother have such a big son shortly after she left?
Are you a godson you recognize?Or the son of a remarried man?If my mother remarries, she should also live in a new house to go to Ah. How could she share the rent with a photography studio?
How does the dish my mother cooks today taste like
Very good, it's a little lighter, mom, you also eat Ah
Mom won’t eat anymore if you lose weight. Eat more. You’ll be exhausted today. It’s great to get 15. Next time you work harder and see if you can get into the top 10 of the class. In this way, your dad will be very happy to know.
As she spoke, her mother touched the so-called son's head. She had never treated her like this before and even touched her head. Even if she was in the top 10 in the class, her mother looked disdainful and cold.
Lynch was confused, but he was still dad?What dad?Didn’t my dad divorce my mom?
Moreover, with her mother's strict and harsh personality, before, Lynch would be unhappy if she got the 6th place in the class, but this child only got the 15th place in the class. Why would her mother be so happy?
So tolerant to him?
This is not in line with my mother's personality. It's so strange. Good mother, I will study harder next time and strive to get into the top 10 in the class.
Lynch thought that his mother was really tolerant of this new son. She was so happy after taking the exam for 15 mothers in the previous class. Could it be that her mother's personality has changed?
Seeing that my mother's clothes were gentler and fresher than before, my mother sat on the sofa and watched the new son eating. Then she crossed her legs and read the newspaper. There was a slipper hanging on her feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. My mother leisurely hung the slippers on her toes and shook them. Lynch's mind was completely confused. What was going on?
Why is a strange child sitting at his own table eating at his own dining table, and his mother still screaming at the child and his son one by one? Why?
My mother pushed her gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the newspaper seriously. The transparent flesh-colored stockings on her legs wrapped around her mother's well-proportioned legs and looked more mature than before.
The mother continued to read the newspaper, and the child continued to eat, eating the food that was supposed to be made for Lynch.
About 10 minutes later, the mother suddenly put down the newspaper, walked gently to the child in slippers, reached out and touched her son's head again, and then smiled and said to the child, "Son Ah, do you think the pair of stockings that the mother wore today is beautiful?"Like it?
My son put down the bowls and chopsticks and looked down at his mother's slender legs in stockings. It's pretty... It's pretty... These stockings look very thin... Is it from the crotch or the crotch wrapped... Can my mother lift the skirt up and let me see it
Haha, of course, can you see, your mother's underwear is beautiful
Then the mother actually grabbed her blue dress with both hands and slowly lifted it up. The mother pushed the skirt to her waist, and her thighs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and the lace white underwear inside were immediately displayed in front of the child. The child's eyes were straightened, his face was flushed, and he was breathing slightly. Beautiful... So beautiful... So beautiful... Mom, the stockings you wore today are so beautiful... Ah...
It's actually a t-crotch... The underwear inside is also pretty... Let me touch it
Immediately afterwards, the so-called son actually hugged his mother's thighs wearing stockings, put his face to his mother's crotch, rubbed his mother's crotch through the stockings, and rubbed his mother's big butt wrapped in stockings. Mom turned her body around, I want to see the stockings on your butt
The mother turned around obediently when she heard her son's instructions, lifted her skirt higher, and then raised her big white butt wrapped in stockings high towards the child. Then the so-called son stretched out his hand and rubbed his mother's soft butt vigorously, leaned his face on his butt and rubbed it greedily, licking the stockings on his butt greedily. The mother stuck out her butt high and let the so-called son rub it vigorously. After rubbing for a while, the child also stretched out his hands and slapped two crisp and loud slaps at his mother's butt. After rubbing for a while, the mother slowly turned around, put down the skirt, and stood in a dignified and steady manner.
Mom looked at the so-called son with kind eyes and slowly spoke to the so-called son, "Good child, you got the 15th place in the exam this time. Mom is very happy. I'm so tired of studying recently. How about mom giving you a reward?Mom, let's play the flute for you
OK... OK Ah... Thank you mom... Mom, hurry up
Hearing his mother say this, the so-called son's voice began to tremble. Then the mother actually knelt down, kneeling on the familiar wooden floor where Lynch had lived for more than ten years, slowly moving her knees wrapped in stockings, and slowly crawling under the table.
Then he reached out and slowly took off the boy's school uniform, pants and underwear. The boy's thick and long hard cock, which was disproportionate to his age, immediately appeared in front of his mother. The so-called son's cock was thick and long, and his skin was very dark, and his veins were exposed. He looked like a playboy who often played with women.
Mom stretched out one hand and held the boy's cock, and heard a gasp in the boy's mouth. Ah... it feels comfortable... so comfortable
Mom held the boy's penis with one hand and put the other into the boy's school uniform. It seemed that she was gently sweeping the boy's nipples with her fingers. Then Mom stuck out her tongue and began to gently lick the boy's sensitive glans and urine eyes with the tip of her tongue. Then she slowly opened her mouth and slowly swallowed the boy's penis. Mom sucked and spitted the boy's penis bit by bit. At first, she just swallowed it below the glans. Then the mother's penis became deeper and deeper. Later, she actually inserted the entire boy's penis into her mouth, pressed her throat, and kept shaking her head, allowing the boy's glans to sweep her tonsils in her throat.
Mom knelt under the table, holding the boy's thighs with both hands, and thrusting his neck harder and sucking the boy's cock harder. The so-called son was sobbing by his mother's skillful oral sex. Ah...comfortable...mom...so comfortable...mom...mom...so comfortable...mom...so comfortable...mom...mom...mom...mom...so comfortable...mom...mom...mom...mom...mom...mom's deeper...mom...mom...mom...mom's deeper...mom...mom...mom...mom...mom's deeper...mom...a deeper...ah...
Hearing the boy's instructions, my mother's neck suddenly pressed down, swallowing the boy's entire cock into her mouth, and her glans reached her throat. After swallowing the boy's cock into one, she began to shake her head left and right. The boy seemed to feel the unprecedented stimulation. Comfortable... So comfortable... So comfortable... So comfortable Ah Mom... I have never tried such a comfortable oral sex... I will definitely be in the top 10 of the class... Mom is so comfortable... Ah... So comfortable... Oh... Mom I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate... I'm going to ejaculate in your mouth
The mother was spitting faster and faster. Then the boy heard a low roar and began to shake all over. He reached out and grabbed his mother's hair tightly and pressed hard towards his crotch. The shaking of his body became stronger and stronger. It seemed that he was ejaculating in his mother's mouth. A large amount of semen ran out and shot all into his mother's mouth. Then the mother slowly pulled the boy's cock out of his mouth. When the glans left his mother's mouth, it made a wave of sound. The mother looked at the boy with loving eyes, then stretched out her palm and caught it under her chin, slowly spit out the thick semen in her mouth, and then opened her mouth to ask the boy, how about it?Is mom's oral sex comfortable?
Comfortable...so comfortable...thank you mom
Mom held the boy's semen in her hand, and then she raised her neck and poured all the semen into her mouth, then drank it all, and then her mother came out from under the table, continued to sit on the sofa and read the newspaper, her legs wearing flesh-colored stockings and slippers continued to shake gently as if nothing had happened.
The boy also continued to pick up the dishes and eat, as if nothing had happened just now. After the boy finished the meal, he said to his mother, "Mom, I'm ready to eat."
Let me keep it, I'll clean it up, you go to the room to do your homework
What a familiar conversation. Isn’t this the mother-son dialogue that happened every night when Lynch was with his mother and mother?
Why is such familiar words so strange that Lynch can't tell? The so-called son put down his bowl and chopsticks and entered Lynch's bedroom to start doing homework? Lynch's mind was already blank and buzzing. What was going on?
What happened just now?
They had just done such a shameless mother-son incest, but now they think nothing has happened. Moreover, the so-called son actually entered his room, sat at his desk, and began to do his homework in a fake manner, but his mother stood in the kitchen washing dishes as usual, with her thighs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings standing straight. The washing movements looked more tactful and gentle than before. To put it bluntly, it was more artificial, as if she was deliberately playing the role of a kind mother.
My mother's mature back is facing the camera, washing dishes in the kitchen. My mother slowly washed every plate and bowl and chopsticks, and her movements were particularly slow and gentle. To be honest, unlike my mother's usual performance, her usual movements of washing dishes were very large and very quick, and at this time, her movements of washing dishes seemed to have a little performance.
At this moment, the so-called son in Lynch's bedroom quietly walked out. Seeing the son's appearance at this moment, Lynch was stunned. The so-called son was wearing a school uniform for the first half of his life, and his lower body was completely naked, and his huge cock was erected high. He quietly walked behind his mother and pushed his mother hard, making his mother's whole body lean on the dishwasher and stick out her butt. Then the so-called son pushed his mother's skirt to his waist, slapped at his high snow-white butt and tore open the stockings on his mother's butt, then pulled the underwear aside, held his mother's stockings butt and inserted it into his mother's pussy.
At this time, the mother's expression was not surprised or surprised. She continued to wash the dishes with the dishes. The sound of the faucet washing the dishes and chopsticks was intertwined with the sound of her son thrusting into her mother's butt, which looked particularly strange.
The so-called son hugged his mother's butt and thrust his waist, sprinting in his mother's pussy. The mother was still washing the dishes as if nothing had happened, carefully washing every plate and bowl. She still had that kind expression on her face. The lewd and weird scene in front of her made Lynch stunned. Lynch didn't know what was going on. Only the sound of washing dishes and chopsticks and the so-called son's abdomen hitting his mother's butt was heard in his ears.
Oh...comfortable and comfortable...so comfortable...mom's pussy is so comfortable Ah...I'll fuck you...I'll fuck you to death, you stockings mom...um...continue to wash dishes...don't stop...continue to wash dishes...don't stop...Ah
Then the so-called son raised one of his mother's legs wrapped in stockings with one hand, put the mother's legs on the stove, one of his mother stood on the ground, and one of his legs was placed next to the washing trough. The so-called son held his mother's legs with one hand, and the other hand was put into his mother's clothes and rubbed his mother's soft and plump breasts hard. The waist hit his mother's butt even harder, and thrusting his mother's pussy hard.
Son is gentle...better...you are going to fall off your mother's bowl...better...better...Ah...comfortable...my son's dick is so comfortable...so thick...so long...Ah...better...bet...bet...bet...it's pushing my uterus...mom is washing dishes... don't mess around...well, he feels comfortable
Mom, don’t stop washing yours... Keep washing dishes... Ah... I fuck... I fuck... So comfortable... Ah... so comfortable... Mom's stockings and thighs are so beautiful... so thin stockings... Did you wear these pairs of stockings when cooking for your real son before?
The boy continued to rub his mother's breasts with one hand, and the other hand began to tear the stockings on his mother's butt and legs. The big holes of his mother's stockings were torn out by this boy. The stockings that were originally crystal clear and neatly wrapped around his mother's legs were torn to pieces by this boy. I rarely wore them before... I used to wear pants when we lived in life... Later I started wearing stockings... Good son... Do you like my mother's stockings... Ah... Use force... Ah... It hit my uterus... Ah... Let me wash the dishes first... slower... It hit my uterus... Ah... It hit my uterus... Ah... It's comfortable
The boy continued to thrust for hundreds of times, then his whole body began to tremble and twitch. The boy felt that he was about to ejaculate. He quickly pulled out his cock, and then he stood on the operating table beside his mother with a bang. The boy stood on the operating table in the kitchen, holding his cock to his mother's beautiful face, and ejaculated a large amount of thick semen. The mother's face was instantly covered with the boy's white semen, and her beautiful curly hair was also ejaculated with the boy's semen. The mother's face did not change at this time, and she was still washing the dishes seriously with that kind expression. When the video reached this point, Lynch suddenly heard a sound of "jack!"!stop!!!OK, it's over. Miss Li performed very well. How does this customer feel?Still satisfied?Your private customization is over
At this time, the so-called son actually inserted his cock into his mother's mouth and asked his mother to help her clean up the semen. While pulling his mother's curly hair, the cock went in and out of his mother's mouth, asking his mother to help him clean up the semen, and replied comfortably, satisfied... so satisfied... so comfortable... so comfortable... so comfortable... so comfortable... this slutty pussy acted like Ah... so comfortable... so satisfied... I come again next time I have time... I think about the plot... see what gameplay next time... my mother divorced my father in the early years... now I don't know where to go... I usually see other people's mothers wearing stockings on their legs to hold parent-teacher meetings... I want to rush over and fuck them... Now my dream has come true... Haha... Thank you... thank Director Tony... This slut's mouth is so comfortable...What a perfect slutty mother Ah... It's so suitable to play the stockings mother... Ah... it's comfortable
Lynch's brain was blank at this time, as if five thunders were thundering. This is the so-called private customization. It turns out that the porn studio uploaded online is the Green Field Studio at my mother's house. My mother actually acted as a private custom actress. This is almost the same as a prostitute. How could my mother fall to this point?
Why did mom do this?
Is it just for money?
Is it because I divorced my father and I have no source of income?
Or is it that my mother also wants to experience the pleasure of incest, or that my mother wants to regain the mother-son life with her son, and my mother actually did this. Lynch felt that she was completely lost, as if she was in an illusion. The sunshine in her heart turned back into dark clouds. That's it, but Lynch's unscrupulous cock became hard at this time. He subconsciously reached his hand to his cock, but suddenly he thought that the woman in the video was his biological mother, and then he shrank his hand back. Lynch opened the next video in a tangled manner.
In the second video, the environment is still the familiar home where I lived since I was a child. A boy was sitting on the sofa watching TV, wearing a school uniform. The boy looked a little listless, as if he was sleep-deprived. He was very thin, with an earring on his ear, a nose nail on his nose, and a flax-colored blonde hair dyed. Isn’t this the boy who came down from Maserati that day?
The boy's flax-colored blonde hair formed a distinct sense of incongruity with the school uniform he was wearing. He collapsed on the sofa, using the remote control to change channels.
At this time, the knocking sound came from outside the door. The boy went to open the door. A woman came in, carrying a bag of fruits and vegetables in her hand, and a newly purchased feather duster in her other hand. Her hair was all tied on her head, looking very dignified. The woman wore a pair of gold wire glasses on her face, a beige sweater with a V-neck, a pearl necklace on her neck, and a brown pleated long skirt on her lower body. The skirt was quite long until her calves. The woman wore dark brown stockings on her legs and a pair of beige flat shoes on her legs. The woman struggled to put the food in her hands on the table, put her hands on her waist and pushed the gold wire glasses on her face, and began to shout loudly against the boy on the sofa with a serious face.
Lynch looked at the beautiful face of a woman. Who else could it be if it weren’t for her mother who had lived for more than ten years?
Isn’t this outfit just like when I was at the door that day. I saw my mother coming back from buying vegetables. She was holding the newly bought feather duster in her hand. Her mother pushed the gold-rimmed glasses with one hand, and her newly bought feather duster with the other hand, shouting at the boy, saying, "Why are you watching TV again? Do you still want to study? How much did you do after taking the exam last time?
I just came back from a parent-teacher meeting. Do you know what the teacher said about you?
Say you are so mud that you can't stand up to the wall, so let's leave school as soon as possible, where do you ask your mother to put her face? You are still in the mood to watch TV now, so hurry up and go back to my room to review
At this time, the blond fake son said lazily, "Mom, I reviewed everything yesterday. I'm very tired today and don't want to do my homework. Just let me watch TV for a while. I'm going to watch cartoons later. I don't want to do my homework. I'm so troublesome. Please let me finish watching cartoons first and then do my homework."
No, you can write it for me immediately, and now you can write it. Don’t be too slow. Your grades are so bad. You still watch cartoons without any awareness. What do you do when you go to school all day long?Go to play?When the parent-teacher meeting was held just now, my mother wanted to dig a hole and drill in it. Do you know?You still have the face to smile with me here!Go and do your homework quickly!immediately!
Mom, I really don’t want to do my homework, I don’t want to do my homework, I just want to watch cartoons, One Piece is about to start
How old are you still watching cartoons? Look at your look with yellow hair and earrings, and even holes are drilled in your nose. You don’t look like a student. You look like a hooligan. If you can’t read, what do you want to do in the future? Want to go to society?Be a little hooligan?You should write it for me quickly, if you don’t write it, I will beat you
As he said that, my mother took a step forward, and her feet in brown stockings stepped on the ground with force. My mother reached out and raised her feather duster and hit the so-called son. My mother took the feather duster and whipped the boy's arm very loudly, but this feather duster looked light and probably didn't hurt much when she was thrusting on her body. Mom, stop hitting... stop hitting... I don't want to do my homework... Don't force me... Don't hit me... Ah... It hurts so much... Don't hit me... Don't hit me... Don't hit me... Don't hit me...
Don't fight, right?OK, I will punish you in other ways. You have done it for me and see how I punish you
As he said that, his mother pushed her gold-rimmed glasses, walked to the boy, and then knelt down. Mom knelt on the ground, raised her big butt back and raised her big butt up and covered her waist. Her round and huge butt was tightly wrapped in brown stockings, and raised her high in front of the camera. Mom put her hands on the boy's legs, shook her head, and her hair was neatly wrapped around her head, looking elegant and luxurious. Mom reached out and took off the boy's pants. The boy was already as hard as iron, and the cock hit her on her face with a snap. Mom looked carefully at the boy's glans, and there was a pearl inlaid. It seemed that she was also a master of women. You bastard, why are you wearing this bead on your little cock?What are you going to do?How old are you inlaid with pearls on your little dick? Is this what students should do?You are a bastard... see how I punish you
As he said that, his mother put his hands on the boy's thigh, opened her mouth and took the boy's cock in one mouthful. This time, he inserted it into the boy's entire cock into his mouth and reached his throat. Mother rotated her head and quickly sucked the boy's cock. There was no foreplay, and she was directly deep throated. Almost every time the boy's glans would be inserted into her throat and pushed to her tonsils. Mother was swaying and shaking her head while swaying. She just now put her hair on her head, looking tall and strict. Mother is now kneeling in front of the boy and sticking her butt to give the boy a blowjob.
Lynch was even more confused when he saw this. He had never seen his mother slid her hair on the top of his head. He didn't expect that his mother would slim and serious in her hair. Fortunately, he had never met such a strict mother back then. He was even more severe than when he supervised his studies. His hair on his head was shaking him constantly, shaking his neck hard, holding the boy's penis in his mouth, and shaking his head from time to time, making the boy's penis more comfortable in his mouth.Oh...comfortable...so comfortable...so comfortable...sexy mom...so you punish me like this...I'm not afraid...you use Ah...suck harder...and suck harder...if you have the ability to blow me out...Ah...comfortable and comfortable...if you blow me out, I'll do my homework...Ah...comfortable...so comfortable...you blow hard...so breathe hard...so comfortable...Ah...so comfortable...so deeper...thrust to my throat...I'm going to insert my glans into your tonsils...Ah...so comfortable...so comfortable
Mom sucked and spitted the boy's cock in big mouthfuls, and the speed became faster and faster. Then, Mom grabbed the brown stockings in her crotch with her hands with her fingers, then sniffed, tearing a big hole in the stockings, and then broke her underwear aside. The shot of sparse hair on her moist pussy was immediately seen clearly by Lynch.
While sticking his butt out, his butt was slapped for the boy, wearing brown stockings and his butt was raised high towards the camera. His underwear was pulled to the side, revealing his mother's pussy and asshole, which was clearly captured by the camera. At this moment, a person appeared quietly in the camera. He slowly walked behind his mother and compared a v to the camera, then covered his mouth and laughed, then quietly picked up the feather duster on the ground, and then inserted the feather duster into his mother's asshole. Mother hummed a few times and let the man insert the feather courage into his asshole. Lynch looked closely and saw that the man was wearing buns and wearing black-framed glasses. He was the man who had always appeared at the door of his house. The man wiped the feather duster into his mother's asshole, then held a v in his hands and smiled at the camera, and then quickly flashed to the side and disappeared.
A boy with blonde hair wearing earrings and nose rings, at this time, one hand tightly grasped the hair that was wrapped on his head on his mother's head, and the other hand reached into his mother's V-neck sweater, rubbed his mother's snow-white big breasts hard, and from time to time he got up and whipped his mother's butt, the sound was very crisp and loud. Ah, comfortable and comfortable, Mom, I ejaculated, Mom, I ejaculated, I want to ejaculate on your hair, I want to ejaculate on your hair, I want to ejaculate on your hair, I want to ejaculate on Ah, I can pull it out
As he said that, the boy pulled out his cock and ejaculated at the hair that was squinting on his mother's head. A large amount of thick semen ejaculated on his mother's hair. The originally dignified and beautiful pan head was covered with pieces of white semen from the boy. The boy pointed the remaining semen at his mother's silk glasses and then ejaculated. The mother, who was originally stern, looked tall and tall, was actually ejaculated on the boy's semen. Even the noble silk glasses were two pieces of semen hanging on the mother's silk glasses. Then the boy walked to his mother's body.Afterwards, he slapped his mother's stockings twice with big butt, and then he slapped the brown stockings even bigger. Then the boy began to tear the stockings on his mother's legs wildly. He stinged the left and then stinged the brown stockings. The mother's originally mature and steady brown stockings were torn to pieces by the boy, covering them with big holes. The stockings on his butt had been torn to pieces. The stockings on his butt were now worn on his mother's snow-white and slender legs like two sets of stockings. The boy could take off his underwear directly from the outside of the stockings.
Mom's big white butt was raised high against the boy. The boy grabbed her soft white butt and thrust her cock and inserted it in with a thrust. It feels so comfortable... It's so realistic, it's so pussy... It turns out that the mature woman's pussy tastes like this... Did you, a mother in stockings, just now... Why don't you scold... and then scold... What are you angry about... What's so angry about... I fuck you to death... I really treat me as your son... I was so fierce when you scolded your real son... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I fuck you to death... I say!How fierce you were when you scolded your real son... Show me the performance... You scolded me and fucked you... Hurry up
Hum... Comfortable... I wasn't so fierce when I scolded my son before... I was even more fierce just now... Do you like mom scolding you... Mom continued to scold you... You bastard... idiot... your academic performance is so bad... how can you have the attitude to meet people... Ah... good... you don't hurry up and study... Um... Hum... Hum... Wait and memorize words for me immediately... Go and review... Hum... Comfortable and comfortable... You are lazy all day long... How can you find a job when you enter society in the future... What do you want to do in the future... Do you want to be a waste like your father... Hum... If you don't study hard, you won't get into a good university... Ah... Comfortable... If you can't get into a good university... Ah... You won't find a good job... Hum... Hum... Don't know how to watch a movie and fuck the plane for a day...I also spent so much money to find a private customization... Your parents gave you so much money to buy textbooks... Let you study hard... Not for you to customize privately here... Fuck mom hard... Ah... Comfortable... So comfortable... Ah... You are a bastard... Use your parents' hard-earned money to play private customization...
I also asked me to wear such dark-colored stockings... I tie my hair on the top of my head... Ah... Fuck me... Fuck... Comfortable... Ah... So good... Your dick is pushing my uterus... I look like I'm wearing my head... Is it the way your own mother...Do you want to fuck your own real mom……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Comfortable and comfortable... After the exercise, I will go back to my room to study for me... You must dare to get out of the final exam...If I fail, I will break your legs...Ah...Hmm...Oh...You useless son, your academic performance is so poor...In the whole class...Ah... it's really useless...My education for you has been wasted for so many years...Ah...comfortable...fuck Ah...fuck Ah...fuck my uterus...tear my stockings to pieces
Then the boy held the feather duster inserted into his asshole with his hands. He took the feather duster and began to thrust his mother's asshole hard, thrusting his waist and fucking wildly in his mother's pussy. His mother screamed in excitement by two-pronged approach, rolled her eyes, which formed a sharp contrast with the hair wrapped around her head and the noble gold-rimmed glasses on her face.Ah... Comfortable... You're fucking my asshole... Ah... It hurts so much... It's a little gentler... Don't use a feather duster to fuck my asshole... Ah... Fuck my pussy hard... Fuck my pussy hard... Fuck my mother's pussy hard... Fuck my pussy hard... Fuck your idiot son... waste son... can't read... I'm destined to be a waste of society in the future... The scum of society... waste... really useless... The whole class counts down... What's the use of me raising you so big... Be criticized by the teacher all day long at school... I'll make my mother angry when I come back... Don't you think life is a failure... You useless son... useless son... I'm a pussy... Ah... Comfortable... Ah
The blonde boy continued to thrust his mother's asshole with a feather duster. His huge cock went in and out of his mother's pussy. Then he stretched out his hand and pulled his mother's brown stockings on his legs. The boy who had been torn to pieces was not spared. He began to continue to tear up wildly, and the sound of squirting echoed in the room. At this moment, the young man wearing black-framed glasses continued to walk into the camera. He walked quietly in front of his mother and sat on the sofa, pressing his hair on his head, and inserted his cock into his mother's mouth, and began to let his mother swallow and spit. The mother slowly sucked and spit, and the young man wearing glasses enjoyed comfortably, as if he didn't want to ejaculate, as if he just came out to let his mother massage his cock.
The young man let his mother suck and spit a few times casually, then pulled out his penis and walked to the side, disappearing into the camera again. At this time, the yellow-haired boy continued to thrust for seven or eight hundred times, and finally couldn't control his semen. He growled, pulled out the feather duster and threw it aside, then leaned forward and hugged her mother, rubbed her plump breasts vigorously, then bent her body tightly against her buttocks and started ejaculation violently. The young man kept twitching and shaking on her buttocks, which lasted for dozens of seconds, and then he let out his already limp cock. When the young man pulled out his cock, a large amount of thick semen flowed down from her mother's pussy and flowed to the ground along her mother's buttocks like a rotten brown stocking. At this time, the camera gradually pulled away.
The camera shot in from the doorway and saw a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a V-neck sweater and a pleated skirt on her legs. Her skirt was lifted to her waist.
The brown stockings on the legs were torn to pieces, and the big white butt was raised high up to the sky, and semen kept flowing out of the pussy. At this moment, a roar of applause sounded in the room, and the applause echoed in the room. Then the bun-shaped young man appeared in the camera again. He shouted "Card... End... Today's customization is over here... Ms. Li is exhausted too... Put a towel on Ms. Li to the bedroom to rest... Executive... Executive... Come over and clean the ground... Clean the semen and water... Take the feather duster to wash... How about it?This customer, are you satisfied with today's customization?
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