Do you know what it feels like to pursue your own mother?
Do you know what it feels like to put your hand into the bottom of your mother's skirt and touch her private parts?
Do you know what it feels like to slowly insert your hard penis into your mother's vagina and enjoy her body?
Do you know, what it feels like to make your biological mother's belly bigger and let her give birth to children for you?
You may not know, but I do.
Because, I have experienced it myself.
The passion and wonderful tastes in it are really impossible to express in words, stimulating?
satisfy?
happiness?
There are all, but relying solely on those few words to describe that feeling is really not enough.
Maybe if I tell you my real experience, you will understand.
My previous life was an orphan. In my memory, my mother was a gentle and elegant young woman. Even though she was in a difficult life, she never thought about betraying her body.
After traveling through time, I became powerful and powerful, with wealth that is as rich as a country, and with a red background, I also have a beautiful mother, but this mother still cannot truly agree with my heart. I miss my true mother a little, and I hope that my mother can live a better life.
Maybe it was the butterfly effect caused by time travel. I looked over according to the address of my original home in my memory and found that my mother didn't live there at all.
Along the way, the more I thought about it, the less I gave up. I told myself that my mother must be still in the world, and as long as there is no exact news about her, there is still a chance.
I must investigate clearly and cannot give up.
After having this idea, I thought about it and spent tens of millions of dollars as a reward to find several emerging detective institutions, told them the consultation I had, and entrusted them to help me find my mother's whereabouts based on clues.
Of course, I didn't tell them that what I was looking for was my mother, but I just said that I would help a friend find it. Anyway, I would spend dozens of times more than the normal reward and they all agreed to help find it.
After that, I lived in City S and waited for news.
A month later, just as I was waiting to feel irritated, good news came from a detective agency.
They called and said that they had found their specific identity and whereabouts of their mother and asked me to go to their institution to fulfill the remaining payment obligations.
After hearing the news, I went to the detective agency with great excitement and trepidation.
After getting there, the staff told me about the search and identification of their organization, and gave me evidence of the identification.
I learned that my mother's experience was very different from her previous life. After giving birth to a son, the son disappeared. Later, my mother and grandparents moved to another city.
In the face of such a careful investigation and evidence, I was extremely excited to affirm their conclusion.
Ten minutes later, I came out of that detective agency.
I paid ten million and took away an envelope of information.
Actually, according to the original contract, I don’t have to pay them that much, but I am really grateful to them, and I don’t care about that little money.
After leaving the detective agency, I called several other detective agencies that had not made any progress in the investigation and canceled their search business, asking them to deal with the deposit I paid directly as default, and then went back to the hotel I checked in.
After returning to the hotel room, I closed the door, clenched my fists and shouted a few times, venting my excitement and excitement that I was holding on all the way, and then I opened the envelope containing the information again.
In that envelope, there was only one piece of paper with the information printed and three photos.
The information stated the mother, current work address, home address and current temporary residence address, and even the marriage and family situation. It was very detailed, which made me once again sigh at the excellence of those people.
And those three photos were obviously taken secretly.
One was taken at the entrance of a hotel, and the other two were taken in the lobby of the hotel.
The characters in the photo are all the same woman wearing a hotel foreman's uniform and skirt, holding a professional hairstyle, plump and well-proportioned, slightly frivolous, and dignified and beautiful appearance. It is not very appropriate to say that she is a woman in her forty years old. She should be said to be a woman who looks only thirty years old.
That woman is my biological mother, Yang Qianrou.
That night, I was in the bed in the hotel and couldn't sleep for a long time. In my mind, I was always thinking about how to recognize my mother. At the same time, I was also thinking, since she was so reluctant to give up on herself, why didn't she look for herself in so many years?
Or have you searched for it but couldn't find it?
After all, she was sent to the orphanage after she had just changed her skills. If she had immediately thought of going to the orphanage to find her after being rescued, she would definitely not have been able to find her.
Thinking about this, I simply stopped sleeping and took out her photo and started to look at it, hoping that this way I could relieve my inner troubles.
This time I took out the photos and looked at them. I looked at her for a long time. When I looked at her in the photo, I first thought about what kind of personality she would have, whether she would be easy to get along with, whether her appearance would make her feel abrupt, and whether she would be happy to see my son. But as I thought about it, somehow, looking at the beautiful figure in the photo, my mind was actually distracted.
Her breasts seem to be really big, and the curves of her hips are also beautiful. Yes, her legs are plump and well-proportioned. Generally speaking, such legs are beautiful legs. It is really attractive with a professional skirt, especially when she walks, her legs are staggered and the hem seems to be stretched open as if it is about to crack. That beauty is more vividly reflected.Well, the high heels she wore really matched her legs.Damn it, what happened to the person who took the photo? Why didn’t you take it clearly? You can’t tell whether she was wearing stockings. However, looking at the fair skin tone of her hands, neck, and face, the whiteness of her legs should be natural, not just because of the stockings.If her legs can be touched, they will definitely feel super cool, and they will probably be smooth and tender enough.By the way, her face looks really like a classical beauty, she is shy and closed to the moon. She is well maintained. She not only shows her mature charm but does not show her old attitude. This is the ideal mature charm!My mind was so random.
How could I think so?She is her biological mother, and she is too disrespectful to her that way and can't think about it anymore.Suddenly, I felt alert.
After I woke up, I turned the photo on the bedside table, stopped looking at it, and tried to calm down my thoughts.
Unfortunately, once that thought arises, it can no longer be gone, and her figure that is completely in line with her aesthetic and sexual interests.
I suddenly felt that my head hurt. On the one hand, I was very guilty of having such thoughts, but on the other hand, my wonderful body could not help but appear in my mind.
After getting out of bed and walking around the carpet for many times, I sat back to the head of the bed, opened the mineral water placed on the nightstand, and poured half a bottle of it.
After filling, I put the water bottle back on the counter.
When his hand left the mineral water bottle, somehow, he picked up the photo that was buttoned next to the bottle again, and looked in front of him.
When my eyes couldn't help but stare at the beautiful figure in the photo again, I thought of something uncontrollably in my mind: what does the lower vagina wrapped in her skirt look like?
It's over, I'm really out of help.When I realized that this thought had happened to me, I grabbed my hair in pain, looked up at the ceiling, and moaned in great trouble.
Then, I simply lay down on the bed, trying to calm my mind again.
Unfortunately, the more I want to calm myself down, the more I can’t calm down. On the contrary, in the end, even if I could have sex with her once, it would be worth dying immediately. That even more outrageous thoughts flashed out.
After more than ten minutes of conflicts, I gradually calmed down, or in other words, the conflicts finally had a result.
I know that the incest factor that has been affected for a long time and has grown and grown unknowingly has exploded. When the factor is combined with the feasibility temptation of reality, my pity-oriented moral bottom line can no longer stop the most primitive and strong desire in my heart.
I know that if I continue to think so and do something according to that idea, it would be immoral and would be despised by the world. However, I also know that deep down I have really surrendered to that kind of thought, and resisting will only make me fall into entanglement and pain.
Forget it, why make yourself live so painful?Just be as you wish, think whatever you like, no one knows that you are her biological son.I finally compromised with myself.
After compromising the first step, I found that I was facing more compromises and destruction.
If you don’t tell her the truth, just approach her and pursue her like a stranger. I wonder if she will be chased by you?If she really got her, how exciting and satisfied would it be when she was having sex with her?This thought burst out in compromise and quickly dominated my entire thought.
So what should I do to do that?Specific planning and thinking were also brought to my mind.
Then, I thought about this issue seriously for a long time, and finally, my passionate mind had only a rough plan: to pursue her without making her disgusted, and to completely obtain her body and mind.
Finally, I didn’t know how I fell asleep. In short, after I woke up early the next morning, I felt a little painful in my brain.
After waking up, the fanaticism in my mind had subsided, and there was only a kind of obsession that was unwilling to give up.
I know what I think and do what I do, but I willingly let myself think and do that.
I don’t know if what I thought at that moment represents my true heart, but my heart really insisted on doing that: I am willing to pay any price and accept any punishment for the dream in my heart.
After thinking about it, I gradually thought of my original intention of finding my mother.
After some thought, I felt that I had no conflict with my ideas and plans and my original intentions.
I am so old that I found my biological mother in my previous life, rather than wanting to get her care, I would rather say that I want to make my life look more complete.
After finding it, you may get the love of your biological mother again, but is that kind of love still the same as the love you enjoyed in childhood?
It must be different. That kind of love probably contains more guilt, but is that really what you want?
No.
Perhaps, now, what I really care about is having a biological mother, proving that I am not really lonely or rootless.
In this way, if you pursue your biological mother, make her fall in love with you, and also fall in love with her, and be a couple with her, as long as you can pass the moral constraints in your heart and feel nature and happiness, what's wrong?
Perhaps, because of the extra stimulation of breaking through taboos, if you love her, you will love her more deeply and devote yourself, and make her feel happy. Wouldn't that be better than just appearing in front of her as a son and caring for her out of respect and filial piety?
After thinking about this, my heart finally found the best balance between family affection and love, and became extremely firm.
I don’t feel that I have been poisoned by the chaotic thoughts. On the contrary, I also want to thank those chaotic words for allowing me to find the happiest and happiest goal in my life.
As for the moral barriers to achieve that goal, let it go to hell, weren’t they originally thought of?
Its original intention should be to make society more harmonious and pleasant, not to make people suffer.
If it already feels painful, what else can you do to obey it?
After my thoughts were settled, I thought carefully about the specific schedule again with passion and longing, and then I ordered breakfast to the room with a refreshing heart.
The waitress who delivered the meal was very beautiful, with a good figure, face and temperament. Unfortunately, I didn't even bother to glance at it at that time because my heart already belonged to me.
Do you know what it feels like to put your hand into the bottom of your mother's skirt and touch her private parts?
Do you know what it feels like to slowly insert your hard penis into your mother's vagina and enjoy her body?
Do you know, what it feels like to make your biological mother's belly bigger and let her give birth to children for you?
You may not know, but I do.
Because, I have experienced it myself.
The passion and wonderful tastes in it are really impossible to express in words, stimulating?
satisfy?
happiness?
There are all, but relying solely on those few words to describe that feeling is really not enough.
Maybe if I tell you my real experience, you will understand.
My previous life was an orphan. In my memory, my mother was a gentle and elegant young woman. Even though she was in a difficult life, she never thought about betraying her body.
After traveling through time, I became powerful and powerful, with wealth that is as rich as a country, and with a red background, I also have a beautiful mother, but this mother still cannot truly agree with my heart. I miss my true mother a little, and I hope that my mother can live a better life.
Maybe it was the butterfly effect caused by time travel. I looked over according to the address of my original home in my memory and found that my mother didn't live there at all.
Along the way, the more I thought about it, the less I gave up. I told myself that my mother must be still in the world, and as long as there is no exact news about her, there is still a chance.
I must investigate clearly and cannot give up.
After having this idea, I thought about it and spent tens of millions of dollars as a reward to find several emerging detective institutions, told them the consultation I had, and entrusted them to help me find my mother's whereabouts based on clues.
Of course, I didn't tell them that what I was looking for was my mother, but I just said that I would help a friend find it. Anyway, I would spend dozens of times more than the normal reward and they all agreed to help find it.
After that, I lived in City S and waited for news.
A month later, just as I was waiting to feel irritated, good news came from a detective agency.
They called and said that they had found their specific identity and whereabouts of their mother and asked me to go to their institution to fulfill the remaining payment obligations.
After hearing the news, I went to the detective agency with great excitement and trepidation.
After getting there, the staff told me about the search and identification of their organization, and gave me evidence of the identification.
I learned that my mother's experience was very different from her previous life. After giving birth to a son, the son disappeared. Later, my mother and grandparents moved to another city.
In the face of such a careful investigation and evidence, I was extremely excited to affirm their conclusion.
Ten minutes later, I came out of that detective agency.
I paid ten million and took away an envelope of information.
Actually, according to the original contract, I don’t have to pay them that much, but I am really grateful to them, and I don’t care about that little money.
After leaving the detective agency, I called several other detective agencies that had not made any progress in the investigation and canceled their search business, asking them to deal with the deposit I paid directly as default, and then went back to the hotel I checked in.
After returning to the hotel room, I closed the door, clenched my fists and shouted a few times, venting my excitement and excitement that I was holding on all the way, and then I opened the envelope containing the information again.
In that envelope, there was only one piece of paper with the information printed and three photos.
The information stated the mother, current work address, home address and current temporary residence address, and even the marriage and family situation. It was very detailed, which made me once again sigh at the excellence of those people.
And those three photos were obviously taken secretly.
One was taken at the entrance of a hotel, and the other two were taken in the lobby of the hotel.
The characters in the photo are all the same woman wearing a hotel foreman's uniform and skirt, holding a professional hairstyle, plump and well-proportioned, slightly frivolous, and dignified and beautiful appearance. It is not very appropriate to say that she is a woman in her forty years old. She should be said to be a woman who looks only thirty years old.
That woman is my biological mother, Yang Qianrou.
That night, I was in the bed in the hotel and couldn't sleep for a long time. In my mind, I was always thinking about how to recognize my mother. At the same time, I was also thinking, since she was so reluctant to give up on herself, why didn't she look for herself in so many years?
Or have you searched for it but couldn't find it?
After all, she was sent to the orphanage after she had just changed her skills. If she had immediately thought of going to the orphanage to find her after being rescued, she would definitely not have been able to find her.
Thinking about this, I simply stopped sleeping and took out her photo and started to look at it, hoping that this way I could relieve my inner troubles.
This time I took out the photos and looked at them. I looked at her for a long time. When I looked at her in the photo, I first thought about what kind of personality she would have, whether she would be easy to get along with, whether her appearance would make her feel abrupt, and whether she would be happy to see my son. But as I thought about it, somehow, looking at the beautiful figure in the photo, my mind was actually distracted.
Her breasts seem to be really big, and the curves of her hips are also beautiful. Yes, her legs are plump and well-proportioned. Generally speaking, such legs are beautiful legs. It is really attractive with a professional skirt, especially when she walks, her legs are staggered and the hem seems to be stretched open as if it is about to crack. That beauty is more vividly reflected.Well, the high heels she wore really matched her legs.Damn it, what happened to the person who took the photo? Why didn’t you take it clearly? You can’t tell whether she was wearing stockings. However, looking at the fair skin tone of her hands, neck, and face, the whiteness of her legs should be natural, not just because of the stockings.If her legs can be touched, they will definitely feel super cool, and they will probably be smooth and tender enough.By the way, her face looks really like a classical beauty, she is shy and closed to the moon. She is well maintained. She not only shows her mature charm but does not show her old attitude. This is the ideal mature charm!My mind was so random.
How could I think so?She is her biological mother, and she is too disrespectful to her that way and can't think about it anymore.Suddenly, I felt alert.
After I woke up, I turned the photo on the bedside table, stopped looking at it, and tried to calm down my thoughts.
Unfortunately, once that thought arises, it can no longer be gone, and her figure that is completely in line with her aesthetic and sexual interests.
I suddenly felt that my head hurt. On the one hand, I was very guilty of having such thoughts, but on the other hand, my wonderful body could not help but appear in my mind.
After getting out of bed and walking around the carpet for many times, I sat back to the head of the bed, opened the mineral water placed on the nightstand, and poured half a bottle of it.
After filling, I put the water bottle back on the counter.
When his hand left the mineral water bottle, somehow, he picked up the photo that was buttoned next to the bottle again, and looked in front of him.
When my eyes couldn't help but stare at the beautiful figure in the photo again, I thought of something uncontrollably in my mind: what does the lower vagina wrapped in her skirt look like?
It's over, I'm really out of help.When I realized that this thought had happened to me, I grabbed my hair in pain, looked up at the ceiling, and moaned in great trouble.
Then, I simply lay down on the bed, trying to calm my mind again.
Unfortunately, the more I want to calm myself down, the more I can’t calm down. On the contrary, in the end, even if I could have sex with her once, it would be worth dying immediately. That even more outrageous thoughts flashed out.
After more than ten minutes of conflicts, I gradually calmed down, or in other words, the conflicts finally had a result.
I know that the incest factor that has been affected for a long time and has grown and grown unknowingly has exploded. When the factor is combined with the feasibility temptation of reality, my pity-oriented moral bottom line can no longer stop the most primitive and strong desire in my heart.
I know that if I continue to think so and do something according to that idea, it would be immoral and would be despised by the world. However, I also know that deep down I have really surrendered to that kind of thought, and resisting will only make me fall into entanglement and pain.
Forget it, why make yourself live so painful?Just be as you wish, think whatever you like, no one knows that you are her biological son.I finally compromised with myself.
After compromising the first step, I found that I was facing more compromises and destruction.
If you don’t tell her the truth, just approach her and pursue her like a stranger. I wonder if she will be chased by you?If she really got her, how exciting and satisfied would it be when she was having sex with her?This thought burst out in compromise and quickly dominated my entire thought.
So what should I do to do that?Specific planning and thinking were also brought to my mind.
Then, I thought about this issue seriously for a long time, and finally, my passionate mind had only a rough plan: to pursue her without making her disgusted, and to completely obtain her body and mind.
Finally, I didn’t know how I fell asleep. In short, after I woke up early the next morning, I felt a little painful in my brain.
After waking up, the fanaticism in my mind had subsided, and there was only a kind of obsession that was unwilling to give up.
I know what I think and do what I do, but I willingly let myself think and do that.
I don’t know if what I thought at that moment represents my true heart, but my heart really insisted on doing that: I am willing to pay any price and accept any punishment for the dream in my heart.
After thinking about it, I gradually thought of my original intention of finding my mother.
After some thought, I felt that I had no conflict with my ideas and plans and my original intentions.
I am so old that I found my biological mother in my previous life, rather than wanting to get her care, I would rather say that I want to make my life look more complete.
After finding it, you may get the love of your biological mother again, but is that kind of love still the same as the love you enjoyed in childhood?
It must be different. That kind of love probably contains more guilt, but is that really what you want?
No.
Perhaps, now, what I really care about is having a biological mother, proving that I am not really lonely or rootless.
In this way, if you pursue your biological mother, make her fall in love with you, and also fall in love with her, and be a couple with her, as long as you can pass the moral constraints in your heart and feel nature and happiness, what's wrong?
Perhaps, because of the extra stimulation of breaking through taboos, if you love her, you will love her more deeply and devote yourself, and make her feel happy. Wouldn't that be better than just appearing in front of her as a son and caring for her out of respect and filial piety?
After thinking about this, my heart finally found the best balance between family affection and love, and became extremely firm.
I don’t feel that I have been poisoned by the chaotic thoughts. On the contrary, I also want to thank those chaotic words for allowing me to find the happiest and happiest goal in my life.
As for the moral barriers to achieve that goal, let it go to hell, weren’t they originally thought of?
Its original intention should be to make society more harmonious and pleasant, not to make people suffer.
If it already feels painful, what else can you do to obey it?
After my thoughts were settled, I thought carefully about the specific schedule again with passion and longing, and then I ordered breakfast to the room with a refreshing heart.
The waitress who delivered the meal was very beautiful, with a good figure, face and temperament. Unfortunately, I didn't even bother to glance at it at that time because my heart already belonged to me.
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