Extra: (5)

It was the smell of fried eggs that woke me up.

In my dream, I was galloping between my mother's soft big breasts with my cock.

Looking at the white ceiling, I couldn't help but sigh, how great would it be if it was really?

Can it become real?

Thinking of this, my heart was throbbing.

I just woke up, what nonsense are you thinking about?

I used to sleeping naked, put on my nightgown, and smelled the smell of it to the kitchen.

My mother was wearing a light vermicelli nightgown, with her big round butt slightly raised.

I was busy with something.

I leaned closer to take a look.

Fry four black and paste eggs.

When she heard me coming, she forced a smile and wiped her forehead.

Wake up!However, breakfast seemed to be fried and battered.

She was so decisive that she actually showed a little bit of a little girl-like grievance.

In my eyes, it is infinitely enlarged.

I ate everything my mother cooks, and I ate it even if it is muddy.

Her eyes were clearly filled with joy.

So, I had to take the bitter fruit of my words.

I ate four black eggs.

She obviously fryed herself two too.

It was just that I didn't dare to eat it, so I gave it to me.

My mother stared at me for a moment after eating the batter, changed her clothes, stepped on a pair of purple high heels, and hummed a song to go to work.

She took a long time to have a relationship just to let me eat a few battered eggs.

I am very homeless and naturally I am too lazy to go out for a walk alone.

My mother's bedroom is on the first floor, and the room she cleaned up for me is next to her.

Next to the two rooms is the bathroom and toilet.

I have been to the kitchen and living room.

There were two more rooms, and when I pushed them open, I saw that one was full of my mother's clothes, shoes and bags.

Arsenal Ah!

The other room finally gave me some surprise.

It's a study room.

When I entered the study and saw the furnishings inside, my eyes suddenly became hot.

This is completely Ah that my mother prepared for me!

Because the books on the bookshelf are all the tutoring books and textbooks from the elementary school when I lived with her.

She didn't throw away a single book.

I touched the thick layer of dust on it.

It's been a long time since I took care of it.

Perhaps, when I first bought this house, my mother wanted to live with me.

It turns out that she didn't always put me in the last place.

A computer was installed on the desk and a few photo frames were placed.

I touched the desktop, spotless.

This means that my mother still often comes to use this computer.

The photos in the photo frame are all photos of me and my mother when I was a child.

One of them is that I celebrated her birthday and kissed her face.

Only now discover.

Mom smiled so happily!

He is not the same as the fierce mother in my memory.

I turned on the computer.

The desktop wallpaper is actually a photo of us mother and son.

She went to see me last year and took photos while we were climbing the mountain.

I don't know why, but my heart is in a mess.

The desktop is empty, with only one email address and one WeChat address.

Click on the folder, there is nothing inside.

However, it is a pity.

I just want to click on the hidden folder to take a look.

Let’s see if the beautiful and capable Ms. Lu Yulou has any privacy.

I was originally jokingly shattered by the folder that suddenly popped up.

It was a folder without a name.

Clicked, but couldn't open.

Password was added.

It's not difficult to try out your mother's password.

But I dare not act.

I stood up and wanted to get a glass of water to drink.

When I passed by my mother's bedroom, my heart blew.

I don't know if there is a lock in my mother's bedroom.

To suppress my excitement, I went to the kitchen first.

Get water and drink water.

When I opened the refrigerator, I saw that it was empty except for a box of eggs.

My mom is really lazy.

If I hadn't wanted to prepare breakfast for me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have bought eggs.

In fact, she is not lazy, she just can't take care of herself.

The idea of ​​entering my mother's bedroom was lingering.

I was so excited that I felt dry even after drinking water.

He tiptoed to the bedroom door, held the handle, and snapped.

The door is open.

The rich fragrance of mother came to my nose.

The curtains were not opened, the wardrobe, dressing table, and large bed.

Quilts piled up on the bed.

I got closer to the bed where my mother's body temperature was still left.

The cock under the nightgown was as hard as iron.

Want to masturbate.

However, God is sometimes so understanding.

The black stockings that my mother changed last night were placed on the edge of the bed, and the black underwear was on the ground.

To be honest, my mother's underwear is very ordinary.

It's fashionable at all.

It was worn on the body, wrapped around its butt and covered it tightly.

But I was happy about it.

This shows that my mother is a clean person.

This means that she probably hasn't found a man.

When I thought of the one-in-one possibility of finding a man, my heart ached.

I found that I really couldn't accept it, my mother and other men lingering.

I took off my nightgown, and my stronger figure and hard cock were reflected in the mirror.

Heartbeats like a drumbeat.

The sixteen-year-old boy was just masturbating his pussy, let alone having such a beautiful mother.

Lies yourself like this.

I picked up my stockings and underwear and pierced my head into my mother's quilt.