Chapter 66-67

Without saying a word, Zhang Keying had already understood what I meant. She immediately turned over and faced me.

A lewd and delicate blush appeared on her face, and there was a little more surrender in her eyes, which made me feel refreshed. I hugged her back and started to sprint as much as I could.

Ah... Well, the wavy is faster, the wavy is wavy. Zhang Keying hung his arms around my neck, and his two legs like jade roots crossed and hooked my waist, like a lock, trying to lock me tightly in her body.

The front position has a more beautiful angle, which is enough to make me sink into the whole line. I can't say anything, just gritting my teeth.

The pleasure Zhang Keying brought me was too intense. If I had any mistakes, I would be afraid that it would be a huge loss.

I tried my best to endure the bursting desire that was bulging on my lower abdomen, and repeatedly rubbed the inner patterns of Zhang Keying's flesh wall with my penis, pouring my momentum into her most private legs again and again.

We were closely pressed together, and I felt Zhang Keying's two breasts pressing against my chest, and her nipples had become firm and shaved against me, making me feel itchy.

But I didn't have the time to pay attention to this subtlety, just thinking about how to twist my waist more and more, vent my extremely strong sexual desire, and push her to the top.

Sweat was also oozing from Zhang Keying's forehead, her hair was scattered, and even her breathing became messy. I always felt that she could no longer use her strength, and could only be like a little filly in heat, pressing her hard under me, letting me rush around.

I only felt that my penis became as hot as fire. The repeated thrusting made my place both sensitive and dull. I could keenly feel the existence of pleasure, but they seemed to be a step slower before they reached my mind. I knew that I was almost at my limit. After a hundred rapid thrusting times, I could no longer hold on.

Zhang Keying came to orgasm first. She pursed her lips, her body trembled in an agitation, and even her legs that were hooking me fell down, her lower body was wide open, to welcome my arrival.

Zhang Keying's neck shook, and she suddenly opened her eyes widened. Then, I reached the limit of ejaculation. I bit my lip hard, trying my best to delay the ejaculation time.

Cum... Cum inside, today is... safe... full period, Ah... Zhang Keying, who was suffering from orgasm, began to become confused. Her words wiped out all my worries. She was still hesitating whether to pull it out. With her acquiescence, I no longer resisted, letting the pleasure run freely in my mind like a peak. With the brief blankness of my mind, my lower body also injected all the essence into Zhang Keying's vagina like an echo.

This time, having sex really exhausted the energy of the two of them. I lay softly beside Zhang Keying, and she closed her eyes, as if she was asleep. I also fell backwards slightly, enjoying the echoes from the pleasure.

I don’t know how long it took, but the two of them finally recovered a little. Zhang Keying cheered up first. She stretched out an arm and hugged me. I wanted to break free, but I felt too tired and had to change positions like this.

I really didn’t expect that you were Teacher Zhao’s son.When I first found out, I was also shocked. Should I say that this world is too small or is fate too coincidental?Zhang Keying smiled, not knowing what she was thinking, but what she said made me feel very stressed. If she told her mother about the relationship between me and her, wouldn’t everything be done?

Therefore, my attitude towards Zhang Keying has always been a little unclear. If it were a stranger, it would be easy to say. Now that I know that she and her mother are colleagues who are together day and night, I will inevitably feel a little worried.

Maybe I saw my embarrassment, Zhang Keying gently patted my shoulder and said to me, Don't worry, I will keep the matter between me and you secret and will not tell others, especially your mother.I always hear her praise you, but Ah, it seems that the little brother I know is just a little pervert.

Zhang Keying wiped my nose and then took a few tissues from the bedside table.

She raised her body and looked at her lower body, as if she made a half-admiration and half-dream voice: Wow, look, you ejaculated a lot, and it all came out. In this way, even in the safe period, it is not safe, what should I do?

After she said this, I didn't know how to answer, so I had to close my voice and shrank.

But Zhang Keying had no intention of blame. She looked at me coquettishly, then laughed out loud, saying that I was joking with you.

At this time, I had no idea how to deal with Zhang Keying. She was a master who could easily control the atmosphere. Now I had the handle and was even more helpless to deal with her. But if she let her continue talking without knowing the atmosphere, she would be the only one who was embarrassed in the end, so she had to break the topic.

What do you think in your school? Do students have to behave properly, just like in prison?What I care most about is why Zhang Keying is a teacher at her mother's school, although I always don't think she can be a good student.

But before that, I wanted to know more about what my mother's school looked like.

On weekdays, my mother didn't talk much about her school, and her mother was very serious and would never tell me what happened in the school outside of study, so I couldn't find out any news.

It is said that I was nervous about high school time, but I have never experienced all this and I can't imagine the situation in high school.

So I had to smell Zhang Keying, who was also a teacher.

Fortunately, it feels very ordinary, and you will understand when you go to high school.Zhang Keying was not very interested in answering, and she was a little perfunctory.

But my curiosity suddenly rose and I asked: How are the teachers like? Will they be much more aggressive than junior high school?

No, the teacher is also very ordinary. Haven’t you met two teachers? Both your mother and I are.Zhang Keying sighed and said vaguely that I am stupid.

I then asked several questions about the school, but Zhang Keying's words were extremely perfunctory, which made me both angry and funny.

Um?Wait, what do you do with our school so much?You will take the middle school entrance exam this year. Could it be that you will take the exam for our school?Zhang Keying seemed to have a slow reaction. I asked for a long time before I found out the key to the matter.

Of course, my mother's school, I will definitely get into Ah.Seeing that Zhang Keying was bored just now but extremely energetic, I couldn't smile bitterly.

Zhang Keying sat upright, her eyes filled with gossip. She held her fingers and thought, looking at me meaningfully: So... you are an incompatible love with your teacher.

Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough.I quickly coughed a few times to hide my embarrassment. Although I pretended to be unrelated to myself and wanted to avoid this topic, Zhang Keying didn't mean to let me go. She turned over, crawled onto me, and looked at me like a snake staring at the prey.

Isn't it? My dear brother, um, wavy

Zhang Keying kissed me all of a sudden. Her kiss was as intense as predation, almost swallowing my soul.

I was controlled by Zhang Keying's kiss and lost my strength to struggle, so I had to let her do it, and the lower part was starting to be unable to control it.

Seeing that my lower body had the power to fight again, Zhang Keying gave me a charming smile, and then hugged my neck and sat up.

In the room, the ambiguity and moans that had been interrupted once ignited again. The lewd smell surrounded the entire bed. I relaxed and lay down and enjoyed Zhang Keying's service.

She stroked her breasts from her waist with her hands, held her breasts, rubbed her up and down, and then stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, like a dancer performing with all her temptation. I was so lustful that I got on my horse again.

It seems that this battle will not end easily in a short period of time.

In a blink of an eye, the weekend I spent with Zhang Keying had passed for a long time, so long that I almost forgot about this incident. The memories left behind were also driven away by the tense study life.

The big exam came as scheduled. My mother didn't tell me too much and acted calmly, but she occasionally made mistakes, such as adding sugar to fried rice.

Actually, I know that my mother cares a lot about my exam, but she doesn't want to pass on her anxiety to me.

My mother’s worries were redundant. For some reason, I felt very calm.

A week before the exam started, I felt a little worried, but as time approached, I felt more and more at ease.

Xiaofei acted as usual, a little excited and a little nervous. In the self-study class before the big exam, she always took all the time to work with me to match knowledge points and so on. Knowing that both of us were quite satisfied with the preparations, she let out a sigh of relief. Xiaofei looked very cute, which made me unable to help tease her a little when I had free time.

The examination room for the big exam is set up in several high schools, and my examination room happens to be my mother's school.

Before this, I had hardly been to my mother's school. After all, the access control in high school was still very strict. If you want to enter, you can only be led by your mother. It is absolutely absolutely necessary to hang out by yourself.

So basically, I haven't watched this key high school much.

Perhaps it is for a more secluded environment. The school is far away from the downtown area, but it is almost close to the suburbs. There are many trees planted around it, surrounded by green layers, as if in a forest park.

The campus is a brand new teaching building that looks extremely grand. Compared to our junior high school, which is basically old buildings, it makes people feel more comfortable.

Walking on the high school campus, I couldn't help but imagine my future life with my mother. In the blink of an eye, year after year has passed, and so many things have happened in this year, and the relationship between me and my mother has also changed like a dream. To this day, the dreams I have had have become reality, which gave me a sense of courage. I can walk through all the difficulties I will face in the future.

This exam lasted only three days, but it was a gathering of four years in junior high school.

It was raining on the day of the exam, and the cloudy rain made me think of those thunderstorm nights I spent with my mother. The ambiguity that happened with my mother was like a stimulant, which made me perform even better than usual.

Especially when I was writing an essay, I felt that the stroke was so smooth that it was hard to believe, which gave me a reassurance.

After the exam, we were still stuck in junior high school for a few days. The teacher explained some graduation matters, and the confiscated things went back to their homes. The students were so excited that they were like birds in the cage that had unlocked the latch, chattering so loudly that the class, which was usually quiet, was noisy.

Of course, there is no need for teachers to discipline discipline at this time. Everyone also thought of many ways to commemorate this last side. Some people brought memorial books and asked everyone to sign messages one by one, while others took out their school uniforms and asked the students to leave their signatures on it. Several small groups have taken photos.

Everyone seems a little reluctant to part with the upcoming parting. After this exam, there are not many students left to be together. Everyone will go to different high schools, technical secondary school, and some people even want to drop out of school to work to support their young brothers and sisters by subsidizing their families.

In short, this is the last day we spent together. Even if it is a class reunion, everyone will not be present as today.

But separation is the norm in life. People walk on their own paths, and convergence is just an accidental encounter. Most people are just passers-by in other people's lives, which makes people sigh.

After I got crazy with those best friends, I came back and sat with Xiaofei and whispered. Of course, it was not something shameful. She asked me how I felt I was doing in the exam, and I responded well.

I think if nothing unexpected happens, I can go to my mother's school. Xiaofei, you have better grades than me, and there will definitely be no problem. We will be together again by then. You can't even get rid of me if you want me to leave.I teased her like a joke. Xiaofei pouted, patted my arm lightly, and said something annoying.

The little romantic relationship between us was not over yet, and was soon interrupted by the classmates at the front desk. They turned around and asked in a gossip: Song Tong, you said you did a good job in the exam. Will you be able to go to the same school as our class monitor in the future?

I nodded and said yes. They were as happy as if they had discovered something new. They looked at each other and their tone became a little delicate: It's so good, I envy you two, and they can be together all the time from now on.

The classmates at the back table were also attracted by our conversation and leaned over and began to yell through Xiaofei and the classmates in the front row: Oh, do you think, should Song Tong and our class monitor be considered the kind of childhood sweethearts that are common in novels?

His words made the atmosphere warmer. The classmates around him were involved in the riot, and there were many people nodding their heads and blessings. This attitude almost turned the class into an engagement scene. Xiaofei was so shy that she was hit by them. She hit the perpetrator with a small pink fist. He didn't care about Xiaofei's deterrence, as if she ran away with a half-successful prank.

No matter how much reluctance I felt, the last time I spent together was about to end. After spending my last afternoon at school, the teacher completely announced the disbandment.

After a while, everyone left Wuyang.

There are many students in the third year of junior high school, but not many in the entire school. Students from other grades are still attending classes honestly, so the classroom on one side is full of lights and the classroom on the other side is empty, making people unable to help but recall the little things of the past, and a kind of nostalgia and loneliness appear in their hearts.

But this emotion lasted for a short moment and disappeared without a trace after arriving at home.

When I opened the door, my mother had already returned and prepared the dinner early, which was so rich that I couldn't help swallowing.

I'm back, go wash your hands and come for dinner.My mother greeted me briefly but didn't say more.

I thought she would ask me repeatedly how I did the exam as usual, but this time I didn't make any noise, which made me a little curious.

But I still put down my bag, changed into light clothes I wore at home, washed my hands and ran out to have a meal.

My mother still didn't say much, and she just asked if the dishes were suitable for her taste. While nodding, I praised my mother's skills, I kept pushing the dishes into the bowl and helped her pick up some of them.

OK OK OK I don’t eat much, but you are still growing up and are quite tired during this period, so eat more.The unforgettable pampering in my eyes when my mother looked at me, which made me feel much more at ease.

After dinner, I cleaned up briefly and my mother and I sat on the sofa.

Of course, now I am holding her and watching TV series together, just like all couples do.

However, it is still early now, and the prime time that my mother loves has not started yet. The soap operas broadcasting are really boring, and my mother can't watch them, so she yawned and looked a little tired.

During this period, my mother has really worried about me a lot and can be said to be the hero behind the scenes.

I gently touched my mother's back and couldn't help asking the question that I was curious about since I went home: Mom, why don't you ask me how I did in the exam?

The mother just smiled lightly, and she really didn't care so much: No, I have confidence in my son, I can see your efforts during this period.

I think if there is no mistake, there should be no big problem to get into your school.Although it's a sure thing, I'm still a little worried that there won't be any accidents.

The worries that were not before the exam gathered together at this time.

Well, that's great.My mother held her cheek and nodded. Our school is the provincial focus, and the faculty and teaching atmosphere are very good. As long as you can maintain your current efforts, you will definitely be admitted to a good university.But you must not be proud and complacent. Those who have achieved a small achievement will end up falling badly.

I know, I will work hard.I agreed to my mother's warning. To be honest, even if I want to be lazy, I can't. When I arrive at my mother's school, my mother can know my grades at all times. If I fall too much behind, my ears will be out of stock.

This is almost the same.As my mother said, seeing that the boring drama ended, she quickly changed the stage and stretched her waist.

Although my mother was still wearing the simple and light home clothes, her laziness was extremely charming. My mother's T-shirt was a little shrunk and it was a little shorter on her body. It didn't have any effect on her normally. But now she raised her arms and took the too short top up, revealing her flat and smooth belly without any fat. Just as the small belly button was more prominent, the whiteness of the belly. This nakedness was so charming, and the curve of the waist on the side looked very sexy, like a perfect work of art.

The two breast balls on the upper body were also gathered together because of this raising of hand. The breasts that made me dreamt about were tightly pulled by the T-shirt, outlining the faint outline, which made people even more imaginative and almost pounced on them like a hungry wolf.

I felt my lips and tongue dry, and I couldn't help swallowing. This action was caught by my mother. She glared at me, but this look was shy in anger, and even more ashamed: Little pervert.

My mother's anger made it even more difficult for me to myself. For a moment, I only had the desire to closely connect with this wonderful body.

My mother stood up, picked up the kettle on the coffee table, and prepared to add water. I seized this opportunity and put it on my mother's body. The already standing penis was also pressed against my mother's buttocks without saying anything, constantly pressing against my mother's buttocks, and using the small friction to soothe the restlessness in my lower body.

I entangled my mother like a little breast, but I couldn't go any further for a while. I could only get so tired of my mother, using the minimum touch and fantasy to satisfy my burning sexual desire.

My mother was imprisoned by me, of course she twisted her body to break me away, but I hugged her tightly and refused to let go, and even complained about her mother's escape.

I've been enduring it for a long time.I didn't finish the second half, but my mother must have understood what I mean.

Sure enough, my mother was helpless when she heard me say this, looking amused and crying: You let go of me first, otherwise would you still want me to take a kettle to help you?

When I heard this, I knew that my mother had no intention of refusing, so I immediately let go of my hand and asked my mother to finish the work in her hand first.

May I?I was still a little unbelievable, so I asked my mother again, wanting an accurate promise.

When my mother saw my anxious look, she was not angry. She gave me a blank look, put down the kettle in her hand, and sighed: Oh, I am really afraid of you, and I will not regret it if I agree.

Seeing that my mother really agreed, I couldn't help but feel happy, so I just struck while the iron was hot and asked her more: Mom, can you change into the small suit and black stockings I bought in the mall that day, which is the one I chose on the day I went to buy clothes with you.

When my mother heard my request, she was stunned. She seemed to think for a while before she remembered what I was talking about.

When she went out with her mother that day, she chose several clothes. Of course, what made me most excited was the classic combination of suits and black stockings. This set of clothes could better show my mother's already perfect figure. The black stockings that stretched the chest that supported the top, the small skirt that pushed her hips, and the beauty of her legs were really unstoppable. Just thinking about it made me almost bleeding from nose.

Because I think it looks good to wear like that, okay, mom.I asked my mother like a spoiled person. My mother frowned, as if she was trying to figure out my intentions. She stretched out her index finger and tapped on my forehead, her tone was full of doubts: Where did you learn these ideas? You don’t think about good things all day long, you really can’t stand you.

My mother wanted to refuse flatly, but she seemed to see my expectant look. She hesitated for a moment, but still didn't nod or shook her head, just told me to go to the room.

I knew my mother needed to make some psychological preparations, so I stopped pestering her and ran back to the room with great excitement.

I only felt my heart pounding, and the attention I was just now on a whim. I was ready to refuse my mother flatly, but I didn't expect that my mother would accept it half-swer and half-stop. This really made me no longer happy.

I shook my legs and stared at the door tightly, waiting for my mother to push the door open.

Although I had expected that my mother would take a while, I didn’t expect that she had listened to her for a long time.

My mother has a conservative personality and it is incredible to be able to promise to help me solve it. In addition, she has to put on a special uniform and play, so I don’t feel surprised that she escaped at the last minute.

I don’t know how long it took, but when I wanted to go out to see the situation on my own initiative, my mother finally walked in.

At this time, my mother had already changed her clothes. Her upper body was a small suit top and her lower body was a skirt that just wrapped around her buttocks. She could see her deep career line from her collar. Her white breasts were squeezed into the small clothes, making people unable to help but grab and suck and pick this tempting fruit.

The suit-style top looks a bit formal, showing a contrasting look. The black skirt on the lower body seems to be able to see your private parts by blowing it. This looming existence is even more difficult to control, and I can't help but want to make a big fuss.

The most outstanding one is the black stockings worn by my mother. The black stockings wrap around my mother's well-proportioned legs, making her look thinner than usual, and outlines the curves of her calves just right, which looks unique attraction and temptation.

Although I had already fantasized about my mother changing into this shape in my mind and was trembling with her heart, I actually saw that the beauty was more intense than I imagined. I stared at my mother tightly and crawled over her with my eyes greedily, and my eyes were almost emitting light.

I don’t know if I felt my mood, but my mother also seemed a little uneasy. She first moved her hands, twisted the door lock twice, and then touched her clothes uneasyly.

Perhaps because she doesn't wear short skirts, she always feels a bit ashamed of this size. My mother pulled the hem of the skirt and wanted to further cover her beautiful legs, but this time she exposed her abdomen again. The white lines exposed from the gap made people imagine, and she felt that there was an invisible hand that tightly grasped my eyes from the navel.

I was stunned and it took a while before I reluctantly closed my eyes.

Of course, this is not because I have seen enough, but because I am afraid that if I continue, I will watch it all day, so I don’t have to go through the subsequent links.

Thank you mom, you are so beautiful, really beautiful.I praised it from the bottom of my heart, without using any gorgeous words to describe it. Any metaphor would reduce the touch I was moved at this moment, so I just praised my mother.

But unexpectedly, it had a counterproductive effect. After hearing my praise, my mother not only did not accept it frankly, but instead glared at me fiercely, as if complaining that it was all your fault that you asked me to wear such clothes.

Of course, I have no time to take care of my mother’s complaints. Now I am anxious to do some shameful things with my mother. Facing such a beautiful woman, who can sit still without being confused?

My mother's back was tightly pressed against the door, and she seemed to be afraid to move forward. I jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed her hand, for fear that she would disagree again, so she ran away temporarily.

How could the swan meat that was delivered to the door run away? I grabbed my mother's hand and pulled it onto the bed.

My mother probably didn't expect that I could no longer wait to take the initiative, so while she was still hesitating, she was easily pulled away by me.

The mother cried out, and the next moment she shook from the door to the bed, and then her lips were blocked. She didn't know why she agreed to her son's ridiculous request. She was still hesitant until she stood at the door of the room, but in the end she mustered up the courage to take a step forward. Now, she has become a prey under the claws of the little pervert.

My mother was still a little frightened at the beginning, but kisses were the best aphrodisiac of love. In my kiss, my mother's initial panic gradually disappeared, and the rest was the tacit tongue kiss. We exchanged and touched, feeling the warmth between each other's lips and teeth. This kiss was less passionate, but more long. The two of them were tightly combined, and my mother closed her eyes, while I was looking at her face gently, delicate, and my deep love.

This time, I was not holding any evil thoughts, but I couldn't help but touch my mother's chest.

The small suit on the upper body is more slim, which just makes my mother's breasts stand out, which laid the foundation for my kneading.

I turned my palm into claws, pressed it on one of my mother's breasts, and then began to close my fingers.

The ball on my mother's chest was so shaved that it was not shaped by me, but when I let go, I returned to the original roundness.

I was intoxicated by the feel of my mother's breasts, but at the same time I did not act recklessly, but rubbed them vigorously with a fixed rhythm.

My mother's breasts were played with, and for a moment, she seemed to feel something, and a faint breath came from her breath.

The pleasure I brought to my mother also stimulated her suppressed lust. She couldn't help but put her hand into my pants and held my restless little brother.

Using a raw and gentle technique to caress, my mother's initiative made me more sexually desire, and the impulse I tried my best to suppress was completely aroused.

After kneading my mother's breasts for a while, I opened my hand and ended the sticky kiss.

I couldn't wait to take off my pants, and my cock jumped out arrogantly.

The veins that burst out, the extremely erect penis, were as red as a hideous monster, and they showed themselves in front of their mother in an ostentatious manner.

When my mother saw my male root, she quickly turned her head away from her sight. Her face was red and she was shy and she was flowing like water, which further stimulated the spring love in the room.

I held my mother's hand and let her hold my lower body. My mother held my thick cock tightly and tentatively stroked it up and down. Seeing that there was no special reaction, she looked a little relieved.

Then, my mother leaned down and took the initiative to hold my place in her arms.

I also sat on the bed in line with my mother's movements. My mother lay between my legs, holding her cock in her mouth, looking very lustful, which made me unable to help shrinking the solid iron stick.

Mom, try to wrap your teeth with your lips and master the rhythm of your swallowing and spitting.It was a great gift for my mother to take the initiative to help me with oral sex, but she was not experienced enough after all, so I recalled how Zhang Keying did it and patiently guided her mother.

My mother also followed my instructions and adjusted her movements and postures. At first, her penis would be hurt by her teeth, but now, my mother has gradually mastered the trick of oral sex. She served my penis delicately, carefully swallowing and spitting, and occasionally twitching the urethra with the tip of her tongue. My mother's skills became more and more proficient, and the stimulation brought to me became stronger and stronger. I only felt that my mother had sucked away my marrow from the cherry mouth, and her whole body softened.

My mother carefully licked every part of the penis, then held it all in, sucked it, and held it to the deepest part.

I only felt a warmth coming from my lower body that melted my reason, as if the most sensitive part of my whole body had melted into the warm ocean, and all the impulses were contained in my mother's mouth.

Soon, I ejaculated without warning, and even I didn't notice it myself.

My mother was deeply throating for me, and was attacked by this sudden semen and swallowed it all at once. The unique fishy smell made my mother unable to help but retching. She grew up and wanted to spit out all the semen she inhaled, but some of them had been swallowed.

Seeing that my mother was suffering a little, I felt a little guilty, and hugged her while kissing her.

But my mother did not accept the kiss in obedience. She struggled, got rid of my restrictions, and said whimperingly: Dirty, don't.But I don’t think so. My beloved woman is willing to sip for you, and even accidentally swallows your semen. How can you think she is dirty? I only know that my heart is full of satisfaction and gratitude. Looking at my mother in front of me, I only said one sentence: Not dirty, and kissed her without any affection again.

My mother didn't say anything this time, but just cooperated with me to kiss.

My mother still has the unique taste of men in her mouth, which is the mark I left, as if she is announcing that my mother belongs to me. When she thinks of this, her love for her mother has expanded a little bit.

The mother was kissed by her son. Somehow, she felt her body become hot. Some body fluids had already oozed out of her lower body, wetting her private parts. Her son's penis was still very straight after ejaculation. He rubbed with her own stockings and underwear, creating a unique sense of perverse pleasure. The mother, who was already a little confused, felt that she could not control herself at this time. She was already in a time of strong demand, and the result of long-term suppression of desires was that it was even more difficult to control her when it exploded.

After the kiss, I let go of my mother's lips. This time my target was aimed at my mother's legs. The legs wrapped in black stockings were irresistible to me. The slippery and thin touch on the surface of the stockings, combined with my mother's healthy and beautiful legs, would be addictive to touch.

While I was playing with these jade legs, a bold idea appeared in my mind. I put my mother down on the bed, raised her feet, clamped her cock, and started to stroke it.

This is the so-called stocking footjob. I have only seen such scenes in those novels. In fact, I realized how exciting it is. My mother's feet are also very beautiful and flawless in shape. It is because they are served by the feet that are rare, but they can easily arouse the curious mind and amplify the pleasure they feel. In addition to the wonderful touch from the stockings, I felt my penis beating a few times, and seemed to be excited.

When my mother saw me playing with her feet like this, she had never seen such a scene. She was so embarrassed that she covered her cheeks and refused to play with me repeatedly, but I refused to agree. She grabbed my mother's ankle and thrust her waist. My mother could only let me do whatever she wanted.

With this kind of footwork, I didn't hold on for long, and I ejaculated quickly. A stream of semen wet my mother's stockings, and the thick liquid hung on the stockings, which looked very lewd.

My mother beat me up angrily. She had already taken a shower once, but now she had to wash again and she made the stockings like this.

I just laughed, accepting my mother's efforts, but I was savoring the feeling of footwork in my heart.

In fact, the feet are relatively clumsy, so naturally they are not as comfortable as hands. However, the footwork brings more of a different psychological pleasure based on contrast, which is the most worth remembering.

After that, my mother almost escaped to the bathroom.

Logically speaking, I should have been angry with my son, but the anger I felt today is just a shallow layer.

Of course, my mother knew what was going on. Her panties were already wet, and her restlessness had long made her unable to control her.

Recalling the kiss her son hugged her, and when he recalled his hard and hot parts rubbing her, she could no longer bear it. She stroked her clitoris with her hands because she hadn't had sex for a long time. Now her private parts have become extremely sensitive, and coupled with the urge of hormones, she soon reached orgasm.

She covered her mouth tightly, preventing her moan from leaking out.

She was afraid that her son would look down on her like this or do something more outrageous. Of course, what she was even more afraid was that by that time, she might not be able to stop herself.