Chapter 10

Two days later, I saw my mother back home with a courier. Mom, what did you buy online again?

Is it eaten?I'll take a look first.The mother was so panicked that she hurriedly put the express behind her and walked back to the room quickly. These were just some props used by her mother to teach.Haha, this is probably a sex education prop my son gave you.

I routinely sent the Saint's Decoction, knocked on the door, and prepared to open the door and go in by myself, huh?Did mom lock the door?After waiting for thirty seconds, my mother opened the door for me. I had no choice but to ask about my mother's room or standpoint. I could only pretend to be nothing, but I was secretly angry. Now I can't attack my mother at night.

After returning to the room, I went online to find ways to freely enter and exit my mother's room. There are many methods and it is not complicated. The easiest way is to change a new lock, but changing the lock can easily leave traces and I need to change her original key before my mother discovers it. The risk is too great.

I can only settle for the second best. I used the special ink paste to copy the shape of the key and then went to the locksmith to copy the new key. I have to plan carefully, how can I get my mother's key?

My mother must be afraid that I would break in at some point and see something inappropriate, which means that my mother is actually ready to use a massage stick. I just need to continue to use the medicine to stimulate my mother and then observe quietly.

For several days, at night, I watched my mother's room with my cell phone until she fell asleep, but I didn't see anything abnormal about it. During the day, my mother also locked the door, so I couldn't go in and search for the whereabouts of the massage stick. Was it thrown away by my mother?

If she didn't have the idea of ​​trying, how could she buy it and take it home?

After the study time that night, my mother hesitated for a moment. God will, now go and help me take out the medicine and take a break today. Thank you for your hard work recently.After a slap, my blood pressure rose. I pretended to be calm and agreed to my mother, and got up and went to the kitchen to take the decoction.

Lying on the bed, my eyes were staring at the phone screen. It was already ten o'clock. My mother had not yet rested. She leaned against the bedside and was browsing her phone. She was browsing the M station designed for her alone. In the past few days, I would find a few articles or photos from major forums to update every day, but I did not increase the scale. If my mother was scared away, it would be a big loss. Among them, an article with the name "The benefits of female masturbation" was added, which had a series of benefits such as releasing stress, harmonious family, etc.

At half past ten, my mother got up on the screen. Today, my mother tied up her beautiful long hair and showed off her slender snow neck. The purple silk nightgown was very wide, perfectly hiding her beautiful body inside. The footsteps in the aisle were very light, but it was indeed coming towards me. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. The footsteps stopped for more than ten seconds and then left again. Unexpectedly, my mother was quite careful.

In the mobile phone screen, my mother returned to the room without any hesitation and opened the bedside table on the left. There was a medium-sized massage stick inside. The massage stick was my order. I did not customize any unnecessary functions, and there was no particle or electric function. The size was also very ordinary, but the material was the best imported rubber material used. After all, this is my first time using it, so I must be cautious.

My mother held the massage stick in both hands and held it in front of her eyes. She seemed to be looking carefully. She paused, put it next to the pillow at the head of the bed, turned off the light, and quickly took off her nightgown. She only had a pair of blue underwear, and she got into the quilt like running. After a while, she came from the quilt, leaning against the head of the bed, her naked upper body was exposed in the air, and her long hair shawl was not tied up, which was a little messy but even more lazy. Her bright and clear eyes were half-closed, her seductive lips were slightly opened, and her straight peaks kept moving with her breathing. Her hands were all in the quilt under her body. In the darkness, I could only see the quilt rising and falling rhythmically.

Why don’t I know what my mother is doing in bed now? Looking at the scene that seemed to be still in the picture, the scene of the beautiful pussy under the quilt being kept coming in and out of the massage stick. The speed of the hand strokes quickly accelerated. Mom, are you comfortable?Is your son comfortable?Oh, cum all for you.The thick semen was ejaculated on the toilet paper, and the excessive amount could not be completely covered and was slowly seeping out, but I didn't realize that I had completely submerged in my imagination of a better life in the future.

My mother's first attempt at a massage stick should be very successful in my eyes. She kept in one posture for half an hour, especially when the climax came, the strong pleasure made her lift her waist high, just like a crayfish that had just entered the oil pan. At that moment, I even heard my mother's uncontrollable voice. Ah... Mom, you are the teacher who teaches me to learn in school. Let me be your teacher when I get home. I will teach you, so that you can slowly sink into your studies.

After the climax, the mother rested on the bed for a while, groping in the dark, putting on the nightgown, turning on the light, the afterglow of the climax made her face flush. The obvious watermark on the bed sheet and the massage stick in the center of the watermark witnessed what had just happened. There was a trace of liquid at the top of the massage stick, which was particularly lewd.

My mother gently picked up the massage stick and stroked it with her right hand. Her eyes were empty as if she was still savoring the taste of the massage stick just now. I know that my mother can't forget that feeling. She must have something next time or even next time.

My mother packed up her room and went to bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. It seemed that I could plan further plans.