Chapter 1

Alcohol makes my consciousness confused, less rational, blocks my worries, makes the connection between the body and the brain appear more unidirectional, and makes the body's senses more sensitive, especially the visual cells in the palm. My mother's honey buttocks are so full that they are too smooth and smooth. My current movements can no longer be called caressing, but are placing, placing my mother's wonderful buttocks.

Zhang Yarui's chest was undulating, and her buttocks were a very sensitive private part of the woman. A slight itchy feeling came from here, making her feel uncomfortable all over. If it weren't for the outsider in the car, she would have wanted to reach out and twist her son's ears off.

I can’t control myself after drinking, right?I can't tell who I am, right?

I hurriedly grabbed my son's salty hand with my hands and controlled it firmly. My hands were pinched, and I had no choice but to do anything?No, lust makes my body exert its own battle to the extreme.

I leaned against my mother's shoulder and began to whip forward. I don't know if the perfume smell was too stimulating my lower abdomen. In short, there was a fire of desire burning in my lower abdomen, which made me look a little restless.

Zhang Yarui thought things would stop, but she didn't expect her son to be excited. She wanted to scold this bastard son. At this moment, the driver looked at the rearview mirror at the cost of sitting in the main driver's position. There was a car behind him intending to overtake. It was this tiny move that kept the mother who originally wanted to dodge her body and kept a cold and ordinary expression on her face, with a cold and bright look. I don't know if she was using this deliberately brewing look to maintain control of the situation or to cover up her irritability.

But I didn't know all this. You said I was awake, it seemed a little conscious. You knew that I was completely awake. I seemed a little disorganized.

As I arched, my mother's hair was wrapped around the tip of my nose, and the pleasant smell of hair slowly penetrated into my nose and gathered in my mind. It was so fragrant.

My thrust mouth even opened the black hair waterfall, and when I got closer, my lips touched my mother's cheek.

Just like this, Zhang Yarui's whole body was stiff again, her eyes were so hot that she nodded slightly, but the more she was like this, her son would get tired of it. If she moved again, she would be a little unable to hold on to the weight. The two of them had to press together, which was not a joke.

There is no way to go.

It was still necessary to use his hands. Zhang Yarui hurriedly used both hands to lift her son away from him.

Are you really becoming more and more bold and reckless?

Or as my best friend said, puberty is coming and I need a girlfriend?

I said I was easy to push, and I was easy to push. After all, I was drunk like mud. I couldn't push, but I would be as greasy as candy. My hands were gone without my mother's control and could move again. I began to become unscrupulous. Although my head was constantly being pulled apart from my mother, my hands were long enough. Now I started working at the same time, just to get the pleasure brought by the touch of my palm.

One hand kept swimming between my mother's two black silk thighs, as if running on a soft sand beach. The rubbing of her buttocks was like jumping on a trampoline, sticking my hands firmly.

Zhang Yarui only felt that she was on the verge of collapse. She had been violated like this when and where. Although this person was her own son, this was no longer an act of intimacy, but harassment and sexual harassment!

Both hands hurried back to defense.

Because my hands became upstream and deaf, the hand that touched the stockings began to thrusts on both sides of my thighs, the hand that touched the buttocks, and slid under the buttocks groove. This was the need for the two armies to meet in one acupoint.

I swear to God!

My memory is incomplete when I do what I am doing now. I know that I am stroking things, but when I touch something, alcohol has numbed my brain and cannot gather and form, so I don’t know much about it.

When my hands were pressed down hard by my mother's soft hands and threw them out without hesitation, my head rested on my mother's shoulders again. This time, it seemed that my hands were doing something that made my mouth become extremely vulgar.

I swear again that the above behaviors have nothing to do with me, they are purely these parts, they will mess with themselves, how much trouble this has caused me afterwards.

My mouth opened, my tongue poked out, and I licked my mother's cheek.

Zhang Yarui felt a layer of tiny bumps on her cheeks, and she had to lean slightly to nod her head, widen the distance from me. It can be said that my mother was trapped in a passive posture by me.

Zhang Yarui felt that she could not be reserved because she had to pay attention to her image. The nails of the second fingers suddenly pinched the back of my hand and began to twist without leaving any effort. This is a little trick for women to deal with men. They are highly concealed and have high attack power.

The tingling sensation uses the nerves to continuously discharge electricity to stimulate the cerebral cortex, and the effect is very significant. My closed eyes open suddenly, a little hazy.

Hiss...Where is this?I muttered in disbelief.

Be honest with me!

Hearing the scolding, I met my mother's angry eyes. Her face was so cold that she could already hold on to the frost, giving me an infinite aura of oppression.

Only then did I realize that my hands were placed in the wrong place, so I hurriedly pulled them out between my mother's stockings and legs and between her buttocks.

A bit reluctant to leave.

Maybe my mind is really rational and is still on the way back, so this feeling of reluctance makes my behavior a little out of line, and I actually put my hand on the tip of my nose and smell it.

My mother saw this action and her expression suddenly changed. My originally cold face suddenly became ashamed and annoyed. Without saying a word, she reached out and patted my hands on my hands and knocked them down.

I was so slow that I was stunned for a while before I understood what was going on.

What am I doing?

but……

Very fragrant...

My mother's body fragrance is light and fragrant, which makes my body a little irritable and moving, but the numbness of alcohol does not disappear. Instead, due to the sharp sensory and dysregulation of behavior, I have some bad side effects, such as: motion sickness.

Although the car was very stable, there was too much alcohol in the stomach. It swayed around the stomach, and the stomach acid and alcoholic breath that came back were constantly pressing against the tongue, and the desire to vomit became stronger and stronger.

Mom, I want to vomit.This is the most rational and clear thing I said at this time.

My mother, who was angry, looked gentle at this time and said to me: Wait a moment.

I started to find the plastic bag stuffed into my hand before getting in the car. She looked at her side, but she didn't. She looked at me again and found that she was thrown at the end of my seat. Without thinking too much, she leaned over and reached out to reach.

The fragrance was brought over like a sea of ​​scent, and my eyes were so fascinated that I couldn't help but narrow.

Seeing my mother's back placing her legs horizontally and her hips became more and more perky, my hands were made by myself again and placed directly on the pair of ass.

Although silent, there is also God.

My actions made my mother shake my whole body. Soon she turned around and stared at me, and the irritation in her eyes was already a bit murderous.

However, now I have slow reactions and have not been affected. However, the surge in my stomach has made my mouth tight. My mother saw that I was not right. She originally wanted to give me some color, but now she stretched out her hand and threw away the lard hand I placed on her buttocks.

Shake the garbage bag open and put it next to my mouth.

I could no longer control myself, and my stomach was released, and I vomited, and the carriage was filled with an unpleasant sour smell and wine.

I opened the window.The price master said.

The four window glasses were put down, and the strong wind outside took away the strange smell in the car. I was a little dizzy when I was blown by the wind, and I had no idea where I was. The wind kept blowing, which made me feel like I was flying.

My mother tied the garbage bag, picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of my mouth. Now I was completely limp and leaned against my mother, just wanting to sleep for a while.

I felt like I had been driving all the way.

only?

A call came from my ears, my cheeks were constantly slapped, and I woke up slowly, and said slowly: Where have you arrived?

Get home, get up.

After saying this, my mother came down from one side and then opened the door for me. With a little rational help, I stretched out my hand and my mother squatted slightly. This posture made her hips stand out, her body was delicate, and she exuded an irresistible mature woman.

But I didn't want to appreciate it now, and I just felt that my head was so heavy that I couldn't hold my neck any longer.

My mother put my hand on her thin shoulders, and then she tried hard, and I was taken out, rolling out, and my legs were not strong at all, so she fell to the ground, almost bringing my mother to the ground.

Hiss wavy

The sound of my mother sucking, and she tilted her little in high heels.

Let me... lie down here... I can't speak clearly, I really don't want to move, and my butt is there.

Get up quickly, lie in the house and get up!Mom said in a commanding tone.

I have to say that Yan’s mother has a strong aura. In this case, I actually wanted to get up by myself. My mother put one of my arms on her shoulders again, then raised her body, and I stood up crookedly, but the center of gravity was already tilted, and my head was even more scattered.

A small journey has tormented me and my mother.

I have something more uncomfortable now.

That is the bladder. After all, after drinking so much wine, I can tolerate it until now, and it has been paralyzed by the bladder. Now it has reacted and sent me a signal. It needs to be relaxed, and it can't hold too much water, so it will explode.

so……

Mom...Mom...Mom...My head is spinning like a rattle, looking for support points.

Well...ah...what's wrong?Mom answered, her face struggling.

I...I want to pee...I can't hold it in anymore...I want to pee...Now...I feel that I am so ashamed and embarrassed at this moment. Is this my gentlemanly like? But people have three urgent needs, and I am really anxious now.