Chapter 17

One week passed, another weekend, and another week was about to start school. As usual, I lay on the bed and watched my mother's activities in the room on my mobile phone. This week, my mother would read novels or movies on M.com for two hours before going to bed every night, and then masturbate with a massage stick. However, according to my observation, she only had an orgasm in the past few days. It seems that she was very successful in hinting to her last time. The medium-sized massage stick can no longer meet her needs. After checking some waybills, my gift will arrive tomorrow, and it will surprise my mother.

The next day, I was still lying on my bed to monitor my mother. My mother put the box on the dressing table and was about to open it. After tearing it open, my mother took out a beautiful gift box of 10cmx10cmx35cm from it. The moment she opened the gift box, my mother let go of her hand like an electric shock. The gift box fell to the ground, and a large pink massage stick rolled out.

Hehe, this was customized from Japan for a lot of money, and it perfectly copied the size of my cock one by one. Even the veins on it are exactly the same. There is also a name on the circular section at the root, bad son.

Hehe, this is the bad taste.

My mother panicked and took the massage stick into the bedside table, sitting in the bedside daze, not knowing what she was thinking, and she didn't even care about the M station that she had to visit every night.

Since my mother hasn't made up her mind to use it, I'll help her. After my mother fell asleep, I sneaked into her room and pretended to be another person and asked her to try out the bad son.

I feel that my mother has already decided to try her bad son, but she cannot lack a reason to convince herself, and all I did was to give her an excuse.

My mother was still very nervous when she used such a big guy for the first time. She came to the mirror again and watched the massager exactly like my cock enter my mother's body bit by bit. An inexplicable sense of accomplishment made me unable to myself. Unfortunately, less than half of it, my mother's pussy could no longer bear it.

The huge sense of adequateness gave my mother an unprecedented feeling. She looked at herself in the mirror and inserted the massage stick bit by bit, pulling it out and inserting it deeper, pursing her lips and closing her eyes. She was feeling this feeling seriously.

Tomorrow is the day to start school, and tonight is particularly long.

I have to say that women are really a magical species. She can only accommodate half of her bad son’s mother on the first time she used her bad son. On the third day, she could already stuff the entire massage stick in. Although I saw her crying in pain at that time, I immediately ended the masturbation, but I didn’t expect that the next day she would disappear. Her crazy look made me unable to believe that this was the cold mother she used to be.

The mother's beautiful pussy has been almost developed by herself these days. Tonight, it is time for her to taste the taste of a real bad son.

At around 11 o'clock, my mother had finished her daily masturbation and fell asleep quietly. She had no idea that a naked uninvited guest had arrived in the room at this time. The seven soul-calculating needles were used again to ensure that my mother would not wake up completely and turned on the lights in the room again.

I took off all the clothes that were inappropriate on my mother's body and didn't care about anything else. I lay in front of my mother's beautiful pussy and licked it like a puppy. Not long after my mother had just finished masturbating, the inside of my pussy was still very wet. After a few licks, the vagina began to seep out again. It was time. I stood up and pushed my cock against the door of my mother's beautiful pussy. Mom, I'm going home.

Ah…Woo… Mom felt a thick and hard foreign object in her lower body was about to enter her body, and her slender waist couldn't help but arched up, and she moaned in her mouth.

As soon as I inserted a glans, I felt the tightness of the flesh walls around my beautiful vagina. I let out a deep breath and then continued to advance. The flesh walls around me were shrinking rhythmically, like countless small hands were massaged, and I almost broke my skills in one second.

My mother's vaginal fluid is getting more and more, and I slowly continued my journey home, huh?

Is this a stubborn person?

I stared at the place where my mother and I were combined. At least five or six centimeters were not completely inserted into Ah. For safety reasons, I did not force it into it anymore and started to insert it in a small way. The range of each in and out was only five or six centimeters, well, Ah.My mother's moan was my charge, and I was thrusting quickly like a little motor. Are you comfortable, mom?

Who is it?Mom actually woke up, um wavy?Who is it?At this moment, I felt my mind blank and I lost the ability to think and speak. However, the movements under me did not stop for a moment, and I was still thrusting this, pushing my mother's heart one after another.

Are you dreaming?Well, is this my bad son in my dream?I then realized and looked at my mother's eyes. It turned out that with the continuous insertion, a silver needle on Tianchi's point on my mother's head fell on the edge of the pillow, but the other needles still prevented her from awakening completely. She had no strength and could not even open her eyes. She quickly inserted the silver needle back to her original position and talked to her in the voice that she used to pretend to be her mother's own.

The lewd Yao Yao, isn’t it so good that you feel comfortable and comfortable?As the silver needle returned to my position, my mother's original struggle and resistance stopped quickly. It was Ah, my bad son felt so comfortable.The excited mother didn't expect that the bad son was not only the strange name of this massage stick, but also its own meaning. This undoubtedly made me even more excited. My two slender legs had been crossed behind me at some point, firmly fixing me. Looking at the disheveled appearance of my mother in front of me, what else can I do besides dedicating my work?

Then after seven or eight minutes of expelling, my mother had an orgasm and her legs were spread weakly. I took the opportunity to retreat. The wet and beautiful flower hole was still shrinking, as if waving to me, asking me to come again. Unfortunately, I knew very well that if I really fought again, my mother would definitely find something abnormal tomorrow. Strictly speaking, that time was already an adventure, and then I could only masturbate myself. Oh, I don’t know when I can have a happy love with my mother.