Chapter 8

My head was leaning against my mother's shoulder. Alcohol numbed most of my senses, but this sense of smell has been working normally. I feel that my mother's hair is so fragrant and refined tonight that I can't smell it enough.

My body lost its center of gravity, and I hugged my mother's convex waist tightly with my hands. My pants had been taken off. The last command issued by my brain was to not pee in my pants. Now there is no hindrance to my pants, and my bladder has also reported that I have been holding my urine to the extreme.

Suddenly.A strong and surging stream of urine was injected.

Ah！

I was confused and heard my mother's screams, and my shoulders trembled, making my head a little bumpy.

Sizzle...

The urine seemed to be sprayed on something, and there was no sound of correctly landing in the toilet.

The bird under his crotch completely let go of himself.

Just after I peed for a while, my penis was caught by a tender object in the bird state, with a little force and fixed the direction.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

The correct sound of water rushing in my ears.

But I ignored it and just peed. The feeling of decompression from my bladder made me feel a little light and comfortable.

I drank too much, and the small smeared ones were a bit long. It lasted for a long time from intense to gentle at the beginning, and then to trickle. The foreskin felt the comfort of the soft material.

Tsk.

This voice was very familiar, and my mother was angry at me.

I am so sleepy and numb, and my eyes seem to have degenerated. I rely entirely on my ears to judge what kind of situation is now.

Zhang Yarui frowned tightly and glanced at her white fingers, which were very disgusted. She just used her fingers to pee for her son. Looking at this drunk son, her anger broke out all the time. If she couldn't drink, she had to drink so much, which made a mess and her pants were wet.

The beautiful eyes swept the environment and found a small plastic stool, stretching out its slender white legs as straight as bamboo. The tip of the shoe was hooked, and the stool was hooked. The other hand helped the support and led his son's butt to the stool.

Do it well!

My mother's serious and angry words rang in my ears, and my body tried its best to control it, leaning back against the wall, feeling the coldness of the tiled wall.

The same moment.

I felt someone was taking my pants and my mind was dull. Then I remembered that my mother and I were in the bathroom.

Compared to his impatient tone, his mother's movements were very gentle, and her pants and underwear were taken off.

In an instant.

A chilly feeling came from my legs, and I didn't have any strands on my lower body.

Damn it, mom brings you clothes.Zhang Yarui stood up and threw her son's pants aside. The air was filled with a strange smell. The smell of urine and vomiting were mixed and fermented with each other to make a fuss. She tried her best to control her vision and not go to places she shouldn't see.

Although he is a son, he has grown up.

But even so, there is still a little picture in my mind that cannot be dissipated, which is really annoying.

Well... I responded in a daze, but my head was extremely heavy. I felt that I could usually hold my head's neck like a reed pole, and it was not useful.

Not only did my head shake left and right, but my body also swayed, just like I was riding a boat.

I felt that time had passed, and my body and head were really falling. I felt more and more heavy when I wanted to lie down. I put my hands on the floor and slowly lay down.

There is only one sentence in my mind. Sorry, mom, I can't sit still.

that's all.

I was in a big letter shape, lying on my back on the bathroom floor, my cock drooping on one side in line with my spirit, and my brother and I started to fall asleep together.

After a while, my mother's voice suddenly sounded in my ears: Only, tsk... get up!

My body was quickly pulled by my mother, but I felt comfortable just after I lay down. The confrontational mentality was at work, making me seem uncooperable and my body seemed particularly dead.

Zhang Yarui was hung with her son's clothes on her slender arms, and she was almost mad. Although she looked quiet and steady, her temper was not good. In the middle of the night, she looked at her drunken son, so angry that she wanted to kick her feet.

What does this look like!!!

stand up!Strict and powerful scolding suddenly sounded in my ears.

The long-term pressure made my body's inertia disappear suddenly, and I barely cooperated with it.

I don’t know what’s going on, maybe it’s because I got up too fast, or maybe the floor is too cold.

This is not!

A strong sense of vomiting surged up again, unable to let me respond. I opened my mouth and a ball of vomit wet my front on the spot.

Zhang Wei!Mom has reached the point where she can't bear it anymore.

I could hear it, but I couldn't react, and it was completely dead.

I felt my mother holding me onto the stool and then taking off my upper body clothes, my arms cooperating.

Now, I was completely naked.

The cool feeling made my skin very sensitive, with a layer of fine goose bumps, and my head was drooping. I didn’t know what my mother was doing.

I heard the exhaust system start working, the strange smell in the bathroom was pulled away, and I heard the sound of water discharge from the shower.

Let's grow old for a while.

Stand up!My mother ordered that she was close to me and wanted to hold me up.

This moment.

I feel extremely guilty. Compared to my completely uncontrollable body, my mind still knows something. I don’t know what time it is now, and my mother is still working hard for me.

Mom... Please... please...This is probably the most sensible thing I said tonight.

Don't drink it again next time.My mother's voice became much gentler, without the spread of anxiety.

I wanted to respond, but my mouth was not working and I went on strike.

Big night.

A beautiful and cold-talking mature mother supported her drunken son to the shower.

Can you stand?Mom asked.

No... I might as well, now I am just the rhythm of my mother slitting to the ground and lying down.

Hold on.After my mother finished speaking, her hands pulled away from me.

My mind was so strong that I could control it, but it seemed like I had a thousand pounds on my body. Just when I was about to hold on, my mother came over and seemed to have taken something.

My body was pulled by my mother's hands and I slowly sat down. It was the little stool that also placed my direction and let my back lean against the wall.

Although the buttocks and backs have contactable support surfaces, the neck is useless and cannot support its head. Without its neck, the head is like a shot put, rushing forward on the ground.

My body kept leaning forward, and there were a few times when I almost rushed out, and my forehead hit the floor.

Just at that moment.

I felt a soft object that suddenly pressed against my head, soft and fragrant. With intuition, I felt that this was a pillar. I turned my head down and my face completely fitted to the soft object. The soft feeling was so comfortable.

This should be my mother's thigh.

The hanging hands were like two vines, half of the palm pressed on my mother's instep, and her fingers were spread to the ground to support her body.

My mother didn't say much, but the slippery and elastic legs began to become tense, which made me know that this big woman was trying hard to persevere.

The warm water sprayed from the shower fell on my head, wetting my hair in an instant, slid down my forehead, wetting my cheeks and mother's thighs, which made my mother's legs extremely slippery. If I hadn't supported it with my hands, my face would have been required to slide along my mother's thighs to the bottom.

The shower slowly turned and after wet my whole body, my mother turned off the shower switch, and then felt a towel touching my waist and hips and surrounding me.

At this time, I don’t know if I’m confused and feel that I have to say something.

Mom, are you shy?

After saying this, I tried hard to open my eyes. Everything in my eyes was so shaking, as if I was in an upside-down world, and I could barely see my mother on my side.

I thought my mother's cheeks would flush, but when I saw her expression, my peach-eyed and willow eyebrows looked at me, and said calmly: I haven't woken up yet, right?

Immediately afterwards, I felt a severe pain from the flesh on my waist. I didn’t need to see that my mother was pinching me with her nails.

It hurts...

After I begged for mercy, my mother let go of her hand and had no expression on her face. She didn't know if she was using this posture to maintain a stable mood.

My mother held me and stretched out my feet. Before I could fall on my shoes, my mother's jade feet suddenly blocked the side.

What does it mean?

I started to say hello to me, and the scene in my eyes was always shaking. I opened my eyes wide and realized that my feet were in the wrong direction and went to wear my mother's shoes. It was obviously inappropriate to wear my feet with hers.

The next scene was quite funny. The eyes couldn't focus, and the foot that could be made was hanging there. I didn't know where to step on it, just like the hook of a claw machine, shaking it.

My mother couldn't stand it and made a disgusting sound, stretching out her beautiful legs and jade feet, pressing on my instep.

A soft touch starts from my instep like an electric current, and it is summarized into my mind at once, making the passing muscles feel numb and slight.

Although my eyes were shaking, the reflection under the bathroom lights made my mother's white feet shine, and my feet became a background board to set off her small and beautiful.

But my mother didn't know that my mind was still thinking about it at this moment. She used force on her legs and her tender soles pressed down on my instep, letting me know where my slippers were.

I shook my body and walked over with my other foot. The span was a bit large. I stepped on the slippers. The dew on my feet made me slip. I lost my center of gravity and leaned forward.

At that moment, my mind felt a strong sense of weightlessness, which sounded a sirens to me, and I could fall anywhere else in my body, but my head was not good. My hands, which were soft like noodles, were now running and I started to catch them randomly.

My mother was also shocked and hurriedly grabbed me.

Fortunately, I hurriedly grabbed the shower door with one hand, and with the other hand, my mother was next to me, I could only instinctively grab her. As for the location...

That moment.

My hand tells my brain: Boss, you analyze this feeling, what do you think I have grasped?