Chapter 1

I don’t know if my palms are too hot or if Sister Rong is starting to get hot, but I feel that the temperature at the beginning is very high.

Don't touch me, or I'll bite you to death!

Sister Rong said angrily, Rouyi also left my ears.

I have already taken a lot of advantages and no longer touched it randomly. If I play to a certain level, it is called fun-making. If I pass, it means making self-interest and not being able to give both sides a step, which may also affect each other's relationship.

It was getting late tonight. We were walking on the road, which attracted some passers-by to look at her side. Sister Rong, who was usually quite bold and confident, seemed extremely shy at this moment. She secretly spread her long hair to her cheeks, like two curtains, so that others would not see her face clearly.

Hurry up ~

The round chin hit my shoulder and urged lightly.

There is Sister Rong, and I have just eaten all the food I have eaten here to digest.

I complained a little.

These words made Sister Yourong unhappy: I'm training your body. If you have a big belly and a greasy look, you won't be able to get a wife in the future.

I still have money.I continued.

That's called the combination of interests. You little kid, you know nothing.Sister Rong said high above.

I teased her and said, "I have never seen an adult who lets a child carry it. Alas... what's this called?"

Suddenly, Sister Rong was lying on my back, with red cheeks hanging on her cheeks, but she was embarrassed and annoyed. Her legs kicked up restlessly and said with a look of temperament: Just you can say it.

Her movements like this made it more difficult for me. She held Sister Yourong's erect buttocks firmly with both hands, as if the continuous stream of honey water poured into my heart, and was happy.

I originally wanted to carry Sister Yourong directly to the room, but she refused it. When I saw that it was getting late, I said apart to her and hurried home.

As soon as I arrived at the door of my house, I felt a sudden slap in my heart. My mother was back, but at this time I could only pray that my mother should go back to her room to sleep.

But when I walked to the living room, the thought of self-comfort was gone, and I saw my mother sitting on the sofa, with two straight black stockings hanging together, with a dignified figure, and looking at the TV.

This seemingly unusual scene made me even more uneasy, because my mother usually doesn’t watch TV when she comes back, but takes a shower and goes to bed. After all, there are so many things every day, and her energy is even more limited. Tonight’s style is not about relaxing, but is waiting for me!

My mother, who was sitting upright watching TV, seemed to sense someone coming. She turned her head and looked at me in the direction of the sensing. Her beautiful eyes suddenly stared at me, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes. Then her two willow eyebrows frowned and said angrily: Come back so late, where have you been?

I was originally frightened, but after listening to her words, a hint of discomfort came to my heart. Is there any need to report to you where I am such a big person?

At this moment, I was not so scared and said stubbornly: I went for a walk.

He didn't want to be alone with her, so he walked straight to the stairs.

You are becoming less and less arrogant now, stop here!

The anger on my mother's face began to grow, exuding a powerful aura and majesty.

I pretended not to hear it, and trotted up the stairs without looking back at all. When I returned to my room, my constant tension was relieved a little.

Ever since the previous conflict, there has been a thorn in my heart between me and my mother, which makes us feel uncomfortable.

I was guilty and a little uneasy, so I took out my phone to browse the news and distracted my emotions.

What I saw was Aunt Wanling’s message, which started with gentle reprimand.

Have you made your mom angry again?

My heart tightened. How did Aunt Wanling know? She immediately typed and asked this inner words.

Your mother is complaining to me, saying that the older you grow, the more disobedient you become, which makes her very tired.

After reading this, the discomfort in my heart became regained and said: She is uncomfortable, I am not comfortable, I am really concerned about it, this is not OK, Aunt Wanling is better, you are my mother, I feel comfortable every day.

I swear that when I made this sentence, I didn't have any wrong thoughts.

But when I was talking unintentionally, the listener was interested. I couldn't see Aunt Wanling's expression, but I could guess that she was annoyed by me.

It's comfortable, you big-headed ghost!You should let your mother discipline you well, but you can't spoil you too much.

I was wrong, I miss Aunt Wanling.I apologize.

Okay, your mother wants to talk to you, you can open the door for her.Aunt Wanling changed her mind.

Not open.I didn't think about it and refused directly. Now I feel upset when I see my mother, especially when I see that cold face. This is not just a stepmother.

Be obedient ~ I'll show you something nice tonight.Suddenly, Aunt Wanling sent this sentence. It was obvious that there was a mystery in the words, and I saw it and understood it.

For the sake of my aunt, I agree.I was ecstatic and reluctantly opened the door. I saw my mother hugging her arms in front of her chest. With this action, she lifted the two bulging breast balls quite magnificently. The two black silk long legs under the narrow skirt were like masterpieces. One more point is fat, and one less point is too little. The beauty of her body is precisely grasped, but the beauty of this figure is bad on her cold face.

Seeing my door open, my mother walked in with her high heels: Listen to others, but she just doesn’t listen to me, right?

I uttered in my heart, but my mouth didn't open. I was not in the mood to argue with her now, so I lowered my head and fiddled with my phone, letting her vent her emotions, and then I closed the door and played with my own.

But my appearance of not getting into the oil and salt has stimulated my mother's mood more and began to become a little irritable, and the air around me has been reduced a lot.

Zhang Wei, what is your current attitude?Mom is talking to you!

I muttered: Just say it, I'm listening.My eyes were always on the screen, but I didn't look at her.

This incident was a big deal. My mother walked towards me at a very fast speed. She grabbed my phone and then fell heavily to the ground.

How can a mobile phone withstand such human hits? The screen is spent on the spot.

I became popular on the spot. This was the first time in my life that I was angry with my mother and roared: What are you doing?

My intense reaction and the angry words seemed to shake the whole room.

My mother was even more frightened by me like this, and tears fog appeared in her beautiful eyes. This was the first time I saw her sad and uncomfortable look. She pursed her delicate red lips tightly, as if she wanted to swallow the grievances in her stomach.

Dadadadadada... The sound of high heels rang out rapidly and violently, and my mother passed by me and left my room.

Although I felt ache in my heart, what was even more painful was that my phone was actually broken. The phone itself was nothing to me. What was important was the people inside. Now my living expenses were in danger and I was unable to buy a new one.

I closed my room door and became more angry the more I thought about it. Why did it become like this? Aunt Wanling couldn't see it even if she looked good, her phone was broken, and the anger in her stomach was like evil fire, running around in my body.

He lay back on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and tried to sleep with his eyes closed.

Just as I was lying in a chaotic state, all kinds of mixed thoughts flashed through my mind. What attracted me the most was Aunt Wanling and what she said, "Eat the marrow and the taste, and slowly recalled the scene with Aunt Wanling, the slightly exaggerated melon breasts, the fatty legs and the warm and tight voice. Just thinking about it makes me feel like I am in the scene. The cock in my crotch began to become hard and swelling because of this cluster of evil fire.

After taking a look at the time, I planned to calm myself down by taking a shower.

After leaving his room, the whole room was quiet, and there was no sound of a TV downstairs. It seemed that my mother was going back to her room, coming to the bathroom, opening the door, and there was still humid and hot water vapor in the air.

When I untied my clothes and threw them around casually, I glanced at the clothes basket and the clothes stacked inside. The black stockings that were half translucent like tulle were half exposed. A sexy and charming bra was located in it. I was already in the evil fire, and my body was standing still, but my mind was thinking about tonight.

Originally, Aunt Wanling wanted to show me something tonight, but because her mother smashed her phone, everything was ruined. Who should be responsible for this?

My mother must be responsible, he ruined my event tonight.

The more I think so, the more resentful the feeling in my heart becomes stronger. I want to take revenge!

When I walked to the basket, I was always cautious and afraid of being discovered. At this moment, there was no taboo. I grabbed the bra with rough hands, put it under my nose and sucked it deeply, and the nose wings expanded. A rich frankincense from a mature woman rushed into my mind like a waterfall. This was the smell of mother.

My heart began to get manic, as if there was a voice in my body that inspired me, and I said: Good job!Zhang Wei!

I pulled out the black stockings and bought them softly, as smooth as feathers, ruining my happiness tonight. I must get happiness from you tonight.

The black stockings were balled on the penis, and the hot penis seemed to be pressed by snow, and a slight comfort arose. The happiness this stockings itself gave me was limited to this, and what amplified this layer of happiness was entirely my revenge for my mother.

I was breathing and tried my best to maintain the picture in my mind. My mother was fiddling with my cock with her perfect and delicate legs wrapped in black stockings. After stroking for a while, the semen flowed wildly, and the stockings were all squirting due to friction and heat, but the cock was almost ejaculated for the last moment.

Aunt Wanling...Ah Aunt Wanling...I couldn't help but fantasize about Aunt Wanling, thinking about Aunt Wanling's doting for me, and even thought to myself how good it would be for her to be my mother. I poked out my hands and grabbed the heavy melon breasts, buried my head deep in it, sucking the red nipples as bright as berry, and thrust the penis one after another, and was in the hot corridor of water.

The feeling in my body was so strong that it was so strong that it was dazzled. Suddenly, streams of white turbid liquid gushed out with my shaking, and I ejaculated too much. Fortunately, I was caught by all the black stockings that were bulging, which also ruined the pair of mother's stockings.