Chapter 62-63

Li Xiaofei, well, I did a good job this time and was able to stabilize in the top three, so I will continue to maintain it.

Two days after the final exam, it was time to issue the results excitingly.

The head teacher leaned on the podium casually, flipped through the computer set up in the podium, and posted the form on the big screen.

It is clear at a glance who scores in which subject is taken. It is time for public execution for people with poor grades, but compared to good students, it becomes an opportunity to show off.

Xiaofei still looked calm when she heard the head teacher report her name, but when I turned my eyes to her, she secretly made a gesture to me.

I thought she had everything under control, and it seemed that she was not as calm as she showed. I couldn't help but smile and waved to her a little.

Song Tong.

When I heard the head teacher call my name, I couldn't help but feel shocked.

Although I think I did a pretty good job in the exam, sometimes there are some random mistakes between facts and ideals, which caught people off guard.

So my mood was both nervous and expectant. I took a deep breath, held my breath, and waited for the teacher's next sentence.

The fifth place in the class is very good and has made great progress. It can be seen that Song Tong has worked very hard recently.You must master this pace and maintain it in your future study.

At this time, Xiaofei took the lead in the class and applauded, and under her guidance, everyone gradually applauded.

Xiaofei seemed to be moved by my progress, but I was a little embarrassed by this grand scene, so I quickly scratched the back of my head and lowered my head to hide my shyness.

Before we knew it, everyone's achievements were announced.

In the corresponding course, the teacher sent down our papers and explained the questions one by one.

I looked at the mistakes I made, and most of them were expected. I didn’t have the idea at that time and felt it was difficult to do it. This made me feel relieved. The mistakes caused by carelessness were the most undesirable.

The so-called achievements do not necessarily have to strive for the first place forever. As long as you play to your entire level without leaving any regrets, it is the best.

The most regrettable situation is that it is obviously very powerful but is abnormal for various reasons.

After school at noon, Xiaofei and I decided to have a meal and chat together in a small restaurant outside. She obviously did better than me in the exam, but she was more excited about my grades than her own, which made me laugh and cry.

If this continues, you may be better than me in the exam.Xiaofei smiled like a bright and blooming sunflower, and her smile was filled with the breath of sunshine.

I was also infected by her and couldn't help but smile and say: That's not because my wife taught her well, thanks to you, a good teacher.

Xiaofei was a little shy, and I took the opportunity to hold her in my arms. This made her even more at a loss. She twisted her cheeks and her delicate appearance made people unable to help but eat her completely.

My hand moved restlessly around her waist. Xiaofei gently pushed my hand, bit her lip, and looked like a timid wife. However, seeing that there was no one around, I still let me touch it unrestrainedly.

After being ravaged by me for a while, Xiaofei slapped my arm with a small pink fist.

Bad guy, bad guy, hum, I will ignore you like this again.She pouted, turned her head and pretended to ignore me.

I took the opportunity to kiss her in the face: OK OK OK I'm wrong, don't be angry, be good baby.

While talking, he took her into his arms again.

Xiaofei lay down peacefully this time, and I gently touched her hair, as if comforting a cute kitten.

This kind of time made me feel very at ease, but what I was looking forward to was her reaction when I told my mother about this good news.

I was so tired of Xiaofei for a while. After finishing the class step by step in the afternoon, it was time for school to come again.

It was said that it was a class, but the teacher was talking about the papers and there was no new teaching, so there was no assignment, and he just asked us to go back and correct mistakes and check for omissions.

There is no evening self-study, and the school time is earlier.

Logically speaking, it was already afternoon, and the excitement in my heart was dull, but I felt that the excitement at this time was even more than when I heard about the results.

I know that my mother has always valued the quality of my grades. Since she did a good job this time, she might have the chance to get some rewards.

Thinking of this, even my feet became lighter.

But before I got home, I took a detour to the old town and retrieved the things I had placed there for repair.

Mom, I'm back.I opened the door with great momentum and wanted to restrain myself and give my mother a surprise, but I could no longer control my cheerful momentum.

Come back.What happened, so happy?Seeing my unhidden pride, my mother couldn't help but stop the work and asked me.

I did much better this time than I expected. I ranked fifth in the class. How about mom? Isn’t it very good?I proudly told my mother that I actually thought it would be a blessing to be able to take the top 10, but I didn't expect to get to fifth place all of a sudden, which was really an excessive surprise for me.

The mother smiled, with a little comfort in her smile, as if she saw the seeds she planted finally rose to the green tip, and it seemed that the fisherman's dinner that had been waiting for a day was about to come.

My mother's hand gently covered my head and gently stroked it. Her strength was very light, which made me suddenly recall the scene when I got the certificate and returned home when I was in elementary school.

It is clear that the past has only been a few years, but it seems so far away.

I did a good job. It seems that your efforts have been very effective recently. You must keep your current level in the future exams.Mom doesn’t ask you to do the same or better next time as this time, but you must not fall too much behind and be stable within the top ten.My mother withdrew her hand and patted me gently on the shoulder, making an encouragement look.

Then mom, should you give me some reward?I raised my head and said to my mother.

Of course, this is what I look forward to most. If some masters have become famous for asking for anything before, then this time I can be said to be confident, and it is not appropriate for my mother to refuse anything. I want you to kiss me.

When my mother saw me posing like this, she gave me a blank look, and then kissed my mouth angrily.

I was naturally unhappy when my mother was perfunctory and thought that since that was the case, it would be better to come by myself.

I hugged my mother and kissed her without saying a word. My mother struggled for a while, but I hugged her tightly, and I couldn't do anything.

I took advantage of the situation and let my tongue swim into my mother's mouth, like a domineering snake, entangled and indulging in order to grab every inch of my mother's mouth.

My mother stuck out her tongue to resist my invasion, but she couldn't stop it. Instead, her tongue was rolled up by me and she could only let me attack.

I savored the fragrance and sweetness of my mother, the smoothness between my teeth, the softness of my tongue, the solidity of my jaws and the warmth in my mouth. My mother's body trembled a little, as if she was so panicked that she couldn't help herself as she was as if she was in a step-by-step manner. But soon, my mother clumsyly cooperated with me. At first, the rhythm seemed to be wrong and she didn't fit anyway, but gradually, we found the usual feeling, two of us had me and I had you, and we melted together like this.

I don’t know how long it took, but even my breathing became rapid, and the end of this kiss was announced.

I looked at my mother with unsatisfactory feelings, and my cheeks were so red that they were hot and lowered their eyes. After a while, I calmed down.

What a little pervert, why do you like kissing so much?My mother's tone was still a little blameless, but she was not angry about it. I laughed. It was indeed as my mother said that I had to kiss her almost every day, sometimes many times a day. After all, this kind of feeling comes from the heart, which is what I said. When I am with my mother, something is leading me to have close contact with my mother.

I raised my head, looked proud, and said to my mother: Of course, even kissing for a lifetime is not enough. Who made you the woman I love the most?

My mother was unmoved when she heard what I said, perhaps because I always pleased her like this and had become immune.

No matter how moving love words are, they will become boring after repeating them thousands of times, but I don’t care about these things, because my liking for my mother cannot be suppressed and hidden.

The mother glanced at her son in front of her, and she had expected him to say that.

Just as her son is familiar with her, she can't understand her son much, and sometimes she knows what he will do and say.

However, sometimes her son will do some extraordinary behaviors, which makes her very distressed.

Her light glanced at her son's lower body, and she didn't expect that a small tent had obviously been raised in his place. This time, my mother unexpectedly made her embarrassed.

She spat and cursed the little pervert at her son.

To be honest, she often has no way to deal with her son. After all, this kind of thing cannot be controlled by individuals just because they want to control it, especially for male physiological phenomena. For example, morning erections, even if the individual does not want it to appear, it cannot be stopped.

However, the son's sexual desire is too strong, far exceeding that of ordinary people, which makes the mother very troubled.

It wouldn't be a good thing for him to keep it in trouble, but if he asked to help him solve it, this kid would easily become more and more arrogant, so the mother still doesn't know what attitude to face this lustful son.

I took my mother's hand and sat down on the sofa. In addition to the grades, I was happy, there was another thing.

I smiled and said to my mother: Mom, I have a gift for you.

What, it makes it mysterious.My mother was also confused by my pretended profound appearance. Before that, I hadn't delivered anything to my mother, so I gave her a bouquet of flowers when I went out for dinner together last time.

Once I bought something for my mother, she would definitely say a few words to me, saying that I wasted money or something, but I think she would like this gift.

I took out the packaging box from my schoolbag. The box was not big and could be held up with one palm. Although the decoration was not complicated, it looked very delicate.

This was also something I had bought with special thought, and Xiaofei was the one who picked this box.

Her preferences are similar to those of my mother, and she can be said to be my most trusted little adviser.

My mother looked at my movements and was a little curious, but she didn't ask anything else.

I kept silent and carefully opened the lid, as religious as if I opened the box containing the ring.

Lying quietly inside was a music box.

The very small music box is like a toy for children.

But my mother was stunned when she looked at it.

I pushed the box in front of my mother.

This music box is my mother's favorite, and I don't know its origin, but it seems to be a treasure that my mother has always carried with her since she was still young.

Unfortunately, the last time my father came home, he had a big fight with his mother. At that time, it was unfortunately involved and smashed to the ground and broke.

Later, my mother picked it up and tried it alone to make a sound. After finding that the reed had broken, she put it in the drawer of the room.

Even if it was useless, the mother was reluctant to throw it away.

And I saw it again, and my mother felt very distressed when she found that she could no longer sing the song.

It was from that time that I decided to find an opportunity to fix it and give it to my mother again.

It is really not easy to find such a shop. The changes of the times have caused those small craftsmen to disappear on the streets covered with asphalt. I also happened to find a shop specializing in music boxes in an unknown alley.

The owner is a grandfather wearing reading glasses. The store was renovated by his own storefront, so he doesn't have to consider the profits and does it based on his own preferences.

He said that he liked music boxes since he was a child and liked the ethereal musical sound, so he opened such a store.

The old man has seen all kinds of music boxes and is very familiar with their clever structure. After seeing my mother's small music box, he told me not to worry. He knows how to replace parts and repair them.

It should be said that God will live up to the hard work of the people. Although I have been struggling for a long time, I finally got it done. When I think of the smile my mother would show, I feel that it is worth it to run so many times and endure so much pain.

Look, I've found someone to repair this music box. It's probably what you like very much. This time I'll give it to you as a new gift.

My mother didn't say anything, but her eyes were talking, which was nostalgia, gratitude, touching, and comfort. Perhaps there were more and more complex expressions, but those were not important. I saw a smile in my mother's eyes, and a happy smile that was completely opposite to that loneliness. With this reward alone, I was already satisfied.

After a while, my mother finally picked up the music box.

After repairing, it is no longer as perfect as before. The damage on the shell of the music box cannot be repaired with the ability of the old man, but the internal organization can already operate well.

My mother winds up, and the music box makes a crackling sound, and then, like a pianist on the stage taking a deep breath, she starts its performance.

It was a very soothing music, a wonderful dance music, mixed with a hint of sadness, but also with a warm light of hope.

This song is called Swan Lake. I have heard of its name, but I have never heard it completely. Now, my mother is listening to the ding dong sound flowing from the music box, her expression is fascinated, as if she is looking for those dreams that she can't come back.

Listening to Swan Lake, my mother couldn't help but recall when she was a girl. At that time, just like the princess in Swan Lake, she was looking forward to her upcoming love, fantasizing about a prince who could save her. Even if she turned into a white swan, she could finally defeat the curse of the demon and give herself a happy ending.

But as she grew older, those unrealistic fantasies ended. Her mother studied and worked, and then married her current husband casually. She thought it was the beginning of a better life, but she never thought that her husband had a major change in temperament after marriage, and now she has completely broken up with herself.

Before this, she always comforted herself that he must still love her, so after that quarrel, she was already close to the verge of collapse. She felt that everything seemed to be false and meaningless. Everything she insisted on, her marriage, her home, and so hard that she broke into powder overnight and fell to the ground. She laughed at her fiercely, saying that she had accomplished nothing, and that she was useless at all.

Her husband's departure was like a sharp knife, leaving countless scars on her heart.

The mother felt confused, but fortunately her son still needed to take care of her, which finally gave her some hope for her dim future.

And now, when she heard Swan Lake again, she suddenly felt a sense of ease. The burdens that had been pressed in her heart disappeared in an instant, and her heart was no longer dripping with blood as before.

The son took on a role that he should not have taken on, a man who could give her love. His caring and tenderness, although he was not mature enough, had already filled her heart with holes, just like the music box in front of him.

Although the appearance is not as perfect as before, the song has not changed at all, exactly the same as before.

All the pain left by her husband in her heart was wiped out by her son.

My mother felt a soreness in the tip of her nose and something was about to fall out of her eyes.

However, she knew clearly that the feeling of crying did not come from grievance, but from gratitude. She didn't know what to say to her son who had done so much for her, so she had to say thank you in a choked voice.

I also felt a little comforted when I looked at my mother's appearance. It seemed that this music box was indeed a very important thing for my mother, otherwise she would not have acted so unlike her.

Facing my mother's thanks, I smiled and said, "You're welcome, the most important thing is to make you happy. For me, it's enough to see you laugh."

Tears were still shining in my mother's eyes, but in a flash, she disappeared. My mother hugged me, just like a woman who had just fallen in love pounced on her lover.

Immediately afterwards, my mother kissed me.

I was a little surprised. I always felt that my mother is a little different from usual. If it were usual, how could my mother take the initiative to kiss me?

But the shock did not last long, and soon I fell into my mother's active and intense kiss. She gently gnawed my lips, like a deer looking for the tender green new grass.

Then I penetrated my tongue deeper, touching the tip of my tongue like an invitation to a dance partner.

Faced with my mother's enthusiasm, I was a little at a loss. This time, I seemed a little clumsy.

The music box's clockwork has not been turned yet, and Swan Lake has reached a gentle part, which sounds like the spring that has just woken up.

I was fascinated by my mother's kiss and continued the ceremony of two passionate hearts exchanging love.

But after a while, I was not satisfied with being limited to this, and my hands couldn't help but touch my mother's breasts.

If it were in the past, the mother would blush and resist desperately, and even shine.

But this time, my mother said nothing and did nothing. She let my restless hands do whatever she wanted, as if she had acquiesced to all my actions.

I couldn't be sure about my mother's thoughts. The only thing I could be sure of was that I didn't want to make her angry, so the touch was limited to being through the clothes and I didn't dare to go further.

However, this is a great gift for me. You know, in the past, I didn’t have the opportunity to carefully savor the touch of my mother’s breasts. Now, although I am separated by a layer of cloth, I can fully grasp this pair of big breasts. What a perfect reward.

After several swallows, it seemed that the two people's mouths had completely dried up, and this unusual kiss stopped.

And I also pulled my hands away very consciously.

My mother still hugged me and did not let go immediately, but instead rested her head on my chest. After a while, she let go of her hand.

This little movement made my heart beat faster, and I suddenly felt that my mother was so charming.

My mother stood up and took a breath, as if Su had just recovered from this long kiss. She stared at me up and down, and finally stopped her eyes on my lower body.

I followed my mother's eyes and although I knew I was erect, I still didn't know anything about what I showed.

The truth is, my little brother has raised his head high, and this momentum feels like he is about to break his pants.

Seeing this, I lowered my head embarrassedly. It was indeed a bit not so good-looking in front of my mother.

I really can't stand you. I shouldn't call you a little pervert in the future. I should call you a big pervert.My mother blushed and said a few words to me, but this time she didn't feel disgusting as usual. Instead, she felt a hint of indescribable shyness. Then, take off your pants and let me see. Yes, let me see if I told you before, and whether I have cleaned the foreskin well.

I remember my mother once said something similar to me, but I didn't take it seriously. After all, I do the cleaning work every day. Now my mother suddenly said this, which made me confused and always felt that I was not thinking about it.

But since it was requested by my mother, there was naturally no need to refuse. Maybe my mother would touch me half-swer and half-place just like before in the bathroom?

Now...now?I asked with some uncertainty, but my mother fell into silence, lowered her head, didn't speak or did not move, but I could see that her face was red and it was almost mature.

I knew that my mother was shy, so I didn't ask her to respond more, and I was even more afraid that my mother would regret what to do if she regretted her.

Seeing that my mother was still not moving, I took the initiative to take off my underwear and my pants. My cock was completely congested. There was always a sense of restraint when I pushed my pants, which made people feel very uncomfortable. Now there is nothing to restrict it anymore. The feeling of freedom made my cock even more excited and I couldn't help but jump up.

I contracted the muscles there, but it made it even more arrogant, like a wild beast with bloody mouths exposed to my mother.

The air is so cool compared to the temperature of the penis, and the coolness makes me feel a little comfortable. All I think about is to stroke it with my hands to make it more comfortable.

When my mother saw my penis, she seemed a little surprised and a little scared. There was a little curiosity and a little worry in her eyes.

My naked lower body feels a bit weird. I either took off all of it or put it in full and completely. I haven't worn half of it like this, but this has a very curious freshness. The shame and pride exposed to others are entangled, and the alternation of it is played in my heart.

When the mother saw her son's cock, she felt a little embarrassed, and she didn't know what to do. Her son's place had become big, at least more majestic and majestic than his father's.

It is precisely because of this that the penis looks a bit ferocious. The rising blue veins and blood vessels, the glans as smooth and huge as pebbles, and the dark color makes people feel a little oppressive.

Despite this, my mother didn't feel any annoying, but she was just that she couldn't adapt to the existence of this thing.

Even though she had seen her son's penis, she had never seen any of her own careful observations like now. When she recalled this layer, she couldn't help but shrink into the ground.

But now that things have come to this point, it is not easy to return, so my mother had to take a deep breath and cheer herself up, in order to make herself braver and not to let shame overwhelm herself.

After a breath, the mother stretched out her hand tremblingly and placed it next to her son's cock, stretching her fingers, and finally she tried to grab it in her hand.

This little beast was not at ease when it came to his hands, but after his mother made some initial progress, her sense of resistance was not as strong as before.

My mother slowly held my cock, and the touch of her hands, a slight coolness and softness touched the hardest and hottest part of my lower body. The first thing that came was a feeling of comfort, followed by a feeling of satisfaction.

The previous desire was finally solved because of the mother's hand movements.

Although her mother held the cock, she still didn't know what to do. Seeing that the foreskin was wrapped around her glans, she naturally wanted to take off the foreskin.

However, this has become a torture. After all, my cock is so erect that it is too strong. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is solid like an iron rod. In this case, the glans naturally swells violently and is more sensitive than usual. Moreover, the entire cock has become very dry due to the hot temperature. Peeling off the foreskin in this case is undoubtedly an extremely painful experience.

My mother naturally didn't understand these things, so although she felt it was difficult to peel them off, her technique was just gentle and she didn't stop.

This time it really hurt me a little hard. I couldn't help but hiss and my brows frowned.

My mother had never seen such a scene. She didn't know what to do for a moment, so she stopped her movements immediately. The pain I felt was relieved. I sighed, and my mother looked extremely aggrieved. She never thought that she would take the initiative to do something and instead led to bad results.

Mom, it hurts so much that you pull it off like this. I'm swelling so hard now, and it's not easy to take it off. Just the movement is gentle, so you have to have something to lubricate.My mother did a real check when she helped me check it out before. I asked me to clean it up at that time. When I used soap, I naturally didn’t have to consider lubrication.

My mother suddenly realized, but looking around, she couldn't find anything convenient to use. Seeing my mother's silly look, I felt that she didn't look like her usually capable and serious mother, but she looked a little cute and couldn't help laughing.

Oh, mom, otherwise you can use saliva to Ah. I learned in biology class that there is lysozyme in saliva, which can also disinfect it.I said very seriously to my mother, and even remembered the knowledge I had learned in school, but my mother was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak. She looked at me, then at herself, bit her upper teeth and lower lip, but in the end she didn't reject my suggestion.

My mother moistened her lips with her tongue, then pursed her lips, and then she pulled a long silver thread from the corner of her mouth. She held the thread into her hand. Somehow, I always felt that my mother looked very lustful and couldn't help swallowing.

My mother, as I said, poured her saliva into the palm of her hand, then covered her entire hand on the glans and began to rub it gently.

My glans was already swelling, and at this moment, the touch of my mother's palm finally made me feel a little comfortable.

I narrowed my eyes and took a breath. My mother carefully pulled down her foreskin thoroughly while flexibly applying lubricant to the entire penis with her fingers.

My mother's hands are very delicate and it won't feel rough when it covers the penis. It is precisely because of this that I enjoy this feeling very much.

The touch of the fingertips against the glans, the touch of the fingers against the rod, the touch of the foreskin rubbing against the glans slowly, and the hot and cold touch of the saliva wet, all these feelings make me even more excited and happy and difficult to hold on myself.

Because I had the experience of hurting me just now, my mother's movements were extremely cautious this time, so when she finally took off her foreskin to the bottom, she was still a little unbelievable.

She carefully observed my cock, especially checking for dirt between the coronary grooves.

Of course I was very sure there would be no problem. After all, I had just cleaned it carefully last night. My mother looked around in a worried manner, then she breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and told me that it was very good and that she had done the cleaning work.

My mind has long been flying where I have gone. I only know that my mother is stroking my cock now, and my clone is too hard, so I just want to get rid of this swelling and pain as soon as possible. This kind of thought is pulling me, almost to the point of going crazy.

If my mother hadn't been holding it, I'm afraid I would have already picked up my cock and started to stroke it happily at my mother.

My mother naturally doesn't understand what I feel. Compared to women, men are more likely to become puppets of sexual desire. This desire and suffering is extremely difficult to resist by just will, especially now that it is time for the arrow to be on the string, and it is a fantasy to ask me to hold it back.

So I put one hand on my mother's waist, preventing her from letting me go easily, and also pulled her into my arms.

The other hand was placed on the wrist of the hand that my mother held my cock, and gently pressed it down.

This pressing moved my whole hand down. Seeing my hint, my mother understood what I meant and began to try to stroke my cock.

My mother's little hands were up and down, and flew with my loose foreskin. Her hands rubbed against the skin and the skin rubbed against the flesh. In this movement, I only felt that the pain from the penis was finally relieved, and the feeling as if it was burned by fire also turned into a cool feeling, and the lust had a valve for squirting.

After those experiences, my mother's skills are no longer as rough as the first time. Every movement of her hand deeply stimulates my penis, and this pleasure is transmitted to my brain again, making me feel very comfortable.

I wish I could tell my mother to hurry up, but I always felt that it was a pity to ejaculate too quickly, so I just experienced it deeply.

My mother still had a pretty face red, but her movements became more and more mature, and her rhythm was even better than I did.

Seeing my mother like this, she naturally didn't want to be happy alone. My mother has put down her figure and served me, so I should give back.

Thinking of this, I let go of the hand that hooked my mother's waist, making the hand look like a rock climber who never gives up, all the way up, passing through the ribs, climbing up the abdomen, reaching the chest, and finally climbing the Saint Peak that embodies all the men's pursuits.

My mother paused for a moment, but she did not object to my second attack on her breasts.

I rubbed my mother's breasts. This time, I was different from the cautious touch just now, but I kneaded them very boldly and wantonly and vigorously.

My mother's mouth inadvertently made a wave of tender cry, confirming that my technique also made her feel a little joy, which also made me feel very satisfied.

My mother was stroking my cock, and I was massaged on my mother's breasts. On the surface, it seemed to be a mutually beneficial scene, but in fact I was still taking advantage of it alone.

My mother rubbed my cock for a while, but soon the smooth pleasure disappeared, and at the same time, the dry pain returned.

My mother seemed to feel that the feel had changed a little, and she stopped immediately, so at least the pain did not last forever.

It hurts a little again. This saliva can be disinfected, but unfortunately it is a bit fast.I said to my mother in a teasing tone, and she gave me a blank look, as if she was angry and ashamed, and she looked at me like an electric current flowing through my mind.

At this time, my mother raised her palm to her mouth again and prepared to use the same trick again.

At this moment, I thought of Zhang Keying for some reason.

She has never been to help me solve it with her hands, but she has been to hold it with her mouth.

Even if I have had sex with her and know how to insert it, it is hard to forget.

It was this sudden memory that made me feel a little hope in my heart, hoping that my mother could help me with it once. Even though I knew that such a thing was extremely difficult, even if I knew that the possibility was very low, there was still a little luck in my heart, telling me that all this was not completely helpless.

So, in the midst of deception, I couldn't help but say to my mother, Mom, since this saliva dries so fast, it's very troublesome to apply it again and again, otherwise you can help me with your mouth. Isn't this more convenient, and you don't have to worry about getting dry and hurting.

My joking proposal made my mother blink. She pouted and snorted, but the shyness on her face never disappeared.

My mother let go of her hand and pinched my glans.

I'm not very strong, but for me now, it's already hurting once.

It hurts so much, so it hurts so much, if you don’t want to do this, mom, it hurts so much that I’m about to cry.

Of course, it is fake to cry, but indeed, the pain caused my body to burst into tears.

Even the hand that originally took advantage of my mother's breasts stopped.

Humph, I deserve to let it hurt. If it doesn’t hurt, I won’t have a memory, so that you, a little pervert, will not let you be full of bad water every day and don’t think about good things.My mother poked my forehead, but it didn't look like that irreversible anger, but it seemed more relaxed.

I smiled embarrassedly and touched my head again.

Actually, I am conscious of the fact that I am lustful, but I always feel that this cannot be changed, and I don’t want to change it. It’s so great to eat my mother’s tofu like this, why not do it?

However, when my mother really wants to object, I will just stop decisively. I don’t want to see the fact that I am sad about, especially after being scolded by my mother that night, I also tried my best to learn to act according to the opportunity. Once my mother showed any resistance, I would stop immediately.

But now it seems that the mother is more shy than completely rejecting, which means that hope exists.

I coughed and was about to tell my mother that it was OK, otherwise I would just do it. Then I prepared to solve it myself.

But unexpectedly, my mother hesitated for a while, then lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth.