Chapter 3

After my father walked out of the bathroom, I gently covered the bathroom door

My mother hasn't bathed me for a long time. Since I returned to my hometown from kindergarten, my grandmother has come to help me take a bath.

Even though my parents returned to the yard on holidays, my grandmother never let go and asked my mother to take a bath.

Maybe there was some when I was a kid

But the memory is blurred and there is no impression

Just like what my father said that night, my mother once pissed on us father and son.

I washed my own hair first, the shampoo smelled very fragrant, I had smelled it on my mother before

After washing my hair, I began to hesitate because I didn't know whether what my father said was true or not. I was afraid that my mother would be distant from me because of my father's teasing.

The intimacy with my mother on the way home has been lingering in my mind. I found that I was deeply infatuated with it. If I lose this intimacy, I don’t know what the meaning of agreeing to my parents to live in the provincial capital.

I walked to the door and gently opened the door.

My mother was wearing a light nightgown and was sitting on the sofa, biting her lip, and she looked entangled.

She heard the sound of me opening the door, raised her head and looked at me, her eyes were like deer, and she quickly lowered her eyes again

Watching my mother sitting there, under the squeeze of her round buttocks, her tight nightgown wrapped around the enchanting curve

I took a deep breath and made up my mind, coughed lightly and said, Mom, I have washed my hair, Dad said, "You'll rub my back."

Mom stood up naturally and said, "Well, mom will come soon."

After saying that, he stood up, twisted his waist gently as usual, and walked in with a thin, soft and slightly transparent nightgown.

My mother first washed her hands carefully in the sink, and then walked into the inner room of the bathroom with me.

I covered my cock with my hands and felt a little at a loss, not knowing what I should do

We mother and son were silent for a while.

In the bathroom, because I just took a shower, the air was very humid, although my mother wore a long skirt and was not exposed at all, but she obviously didn't wear any extra clothes after taking a shower, and her skin was wet, so that the fabric in some parts was tightly attached to her body.

I even saw the complete outline of her perky breasts under her clothes. Because they were very close, even the shape of the nipple printed on the clothes was clearly visible. Even because of the thin nightgown, I could see the colors of the nipple and areola clearly.

I quickly retracted my uneasy emotions. I turned around reluctantly, unwilling to lose the charming beauty in my sight.

My mother slowly approached me, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently stroked my back. Unexpectedly, my seemingly thin figure actually had stylists of muscles. The white shoulder blades on my back were slightly supported by my hands on the bathroom wall, bulging two strong muscles.

Wet muscles glow under the bathroom light

Feeling the son's tight body because of force, the mother was a little scared, and with an inexplicable excitement

She swallowed a little bite, couldn't help but increase her strength, and kept rubbing the fingers on my back, slowly moving downwards. The muscles on her waist were also hard, which surprised her. How could such a half-year-old child develop muscles?

This is a body that is completely different from his father. It is full of youth, full of vitality and has the smell of sunshine. This is the first time my mother has seen a naked body of a man besides her husband.

Her cheeks were hot, her skin was wet, rubbing against her silk nightgown, causing a slight itchy feeling, as if a little ant was crawling constantly

When she touched my butt, she hesitated for a moment, then touched it naturally, and rubbed it slowly

Feeling my mother's soft fingers rubbing and stroking my body, my thing couldn't help but look up and stood up straight. The penis was so swelling that it felt uncomfortable, as if I could go to the drums to pound the drum.

I was a little nervous, afraid that my mother would be scared by the drumsticks under my crotch and changed her intimacy with me

But I didn't expect that my mother's fingers gently stroked my waist and fell gently on my pride

My mother gently stroked my cock and squeezed it slightly hard. My mother was amazed and felt the hardness of the rock. Although my son's cock was not as big as her husband, the hot and hard feel was something she had never felt before.

At this time, the bathroom door opened

Mom hurriedly took her hand away and put it on my back. Dad walked in. He pretended to be indifferent and asked, "How about it, can you still take a shower for my son after so many years?"

Mom lowered her head slightly, her face was blushing with shame. It's okay, but she didn't take a long time to take a shower.

Dad stands against the wall in front of the sink, crossing his hands in front of his chest

He said with a playful smile on his face, then you can continue, I'll watch it as I wash it like in the past, I will remind you in time if there are any omissions.

Under the gaze of my father, my mother continued to rub my body, but deliberately avoided my high-rise and erect heat. Her hands touched my thighs and my lower abdomen, deliberately avoiding that sensitive position

Take a bath is a physical job, and the temperature in the bathroom is also high

After a while, my mother felt a little tired. Her two beautiful noses opened and closed, and a slight sweat oozed out of her body.

The thin nightgown also sticks to the crystal skin

At this moment, my father suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Look at your nightgown, you can't see it even with your son on his back, so you can take it off."

After saying that, I heard a burst of whispers and my mother's refusal.

After a while, I quietly turned my head and saw my father holding my mother's big red nightgown in his hand. He held the nightgown and put it in front of his nose. He took a deep breath and threw it into the laundry basket.

Mom has one hand wrapped around her chest and one hand covering her lower abdomen. Mom’s arms are very thin, and her hands are very small and cannot block the leaking scenery.

I looked greedily, and the jade-like skin under my collarbone was red. Through the gap between my mother's fingers, the standing dates were trembling slightly, so beautiful that they were beyond the reach of the square.

My mother's face was shining with a crimson luster, her eyebrows were slender and close to the ends of her hair. Her eyes were raised on the corners of her eyes, and there was a small tear mole under the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were blurred as if she was drunk. The hair on her forehead was also pressed against the corners of her mouth, and the corners of her mouth were tightly tense, as if she was a little angry, but because she was too charming, she looked like she was acting cute and silly, with a unique charm. I was stunned without realizing it.

Mom gave me a look with a charming look and stretched out her hand that was blocking her chest and pushed my face. Turned over, turn over, don't peek.

Seeing me turn my head regretfully, my mother knew that she could not compete with her father. She put down her guardian hands as if she was angry and continued to rub my body.

But my father also took off his pajamas and walked behind his mother's back and said, "Looking at your sweat, your shower was wasted just now, my husband will take a shower, just treat it as a reward for your son."

After saying that, my father took off the shower shower hanging on the wall, put a little cold water and rushed on my mother's body. His other hand also began to swim around my mother's body.

The warm water hit my mother's skin, and my mother made a slight tremor. I felt my mother's hands rubbing on me with a tremor.

Dad rinsed his mother a little, and then began to walk on the sensitive parts of his mother's body with both hands.

My father's white jade-like fingertips gently pinch a cherry and twist it. The purple-red cherry changes its shape, and begins to grow, harden, and grow longer.

The white fingers and the nipples that become more charming due to the congestion color, showing the thrilling beauty of the color contrast

The other hand gently rubbed my mother's other little rabbit. The little rabbit was plump but not huge. The bowl-shaped thing trembled softly like water waves, but it looked very tough and upright.

Mom couldn't help but raise her head, suppressing her muffled groans in her nose, and her hands were holding her hard against my waist, and her crystal nails were slightly sinking into my flesh.

Dad opened his thin lips slightly and made a succubus sound. Why didn’t his son’s cock be washed?

This devilish voice came into our mother and son's minds and brought waves of taboo impact

Dad stretched out one hand and held my mother's tenderness and pressed it on my cock

If you have to open the foreskin and wash the dirt inside, how can you be so careless?

After saying that, my father's other hand touched my mother's congested and fat hairy place, and my mother couldn't help but moan.

Dad skillfully pinched the sensitive little pearl with his fingertips. Mom closed her eyes and frowned and bit her lips.

Dad gently kissed the corner of his mother's mouth, and his fingers began to move quickly. After a while, my mother straightened her legs.

I felt a ball of furry soft flesh pressing on it on my butt. My mother hummed and made a crying sound, and streams of honey began to flow out of the flowers.

Dad grabbed my mother's hand and let every slender finger be covered with honey. Then he applied it to my cock, apply some shower liquid and lubricate it so that he won't hurt his son. Scrub his son quickly and open the foreskin without leaving any dirt.

My mother seemed to have given up something, and she held my cock tightly and started rubbing it.

The fatal pleasure surrounded me instantly. My mother's soft hands were so comfortable. My cock was covered with the honey in her flowers. I fantasized that my cock was like being interspersed in her flowers.

Dad looked at our mother and son who were in a nightmare with satisfaction. He separated his mother's plump valley with one hand, and held his already firm cock with the other hand and penetrated into the mountain stream full of honey.

He groaned comfortably and leaned against his mother's ear. Freud explained a point in his works that people usually do not have any inappropriate thoughts about their elders' families, not only because of the constraints of ethical principles, but also because of the desires in childhood that they have a sense of identity with the people around them. After adulthood, they will instinctively reject you, saying that he is right?

Mom's eyes were completely blurred. She was sobbing and didn't know what to say, her whole body was covered in the color of the blooming peach blossoms.

Dad pushed her butt one after another, and her furry lower body hit my butt one after another. There were bursts of slap sounds in the bathroom. The two consecutive slap sounds were like an echo in the valley.

My mother rubbed my cock with one hand and held the other hand against the wall. Two hard dates on her chest were trapped in the flesh on my back, rubbing against my back with one slid and one slid.

I moved my hand and inserted it between my mother's palm from below. My mother and I held each other tightly with ten fingers, as if we felt each other's hearts

Dad saw the mother and son holding hands together, took a breath and began to thrust harder. The two edges of the two purple-red petals with slightly black color tightly wrapped around a thick penis. The penis quickly entered and out of the fragrant flower path between the petals, and the sound of gusting and gurgling, just like running in and out of the fields in the rainstorm, stepping on the muddy and slippery ground.

The penis that kept coming in and out brought out one stream of honey after another. The honey dripped along the two's intercourse, like spring rain, dripping on the tiles of the bathroom. The bathroom was filled with the moist, fresh and full of the breath of life in the spring rainy night.

My mother's face was wet against my ears, her cherry lips grew, and she was breathing heavily. The sweet breath kept blowing on my cheeks. I greedily sucked the sweet air that my mother exhaled, not wanting to sneak away.

Suddenly I heard a voice like Huang Ying and said in a crying voice, No, no, no, it really won't work, it's going to die

I lowered my head and watched a clear spring gush out of the flowers and hit the inside of my thigh

My waist felt sore, and the numbness felt quickly from my cock to my whole body. I kept shaking, and streams of white thick paste shot on my mother's soft hands, shooting on the tiles in front of me on the wall tiles in front of me.

Dad also let out a muffled groan. He pushed his lower body hard and stretched out his hands to hold my shoulders, as if he wanted to stuff his whole body into his mother's body.

My mother was sandwiched between my father and I, and my body was soft and weak, just like the meat chop between a burger. My mother's little hands kept stroking my cock, allowing me to completely release the desire in my body.

In this way, our family of three hugged each other tightly, and no one spoke, feeling the afterglow after the climax

After a while, Dad picked up the shower shower on the wall and released the cold water for a while. He slowly pulled out his penis and carefully washed his mother's petals with the shower.

The honey juice flowed down the clear water along the clear water. The semen I shot on the wall also slid down. The two sperm rotated with the honey juice, stirring and mixing together, and flowed down the gap in the bathroom floor drain.

Dad gently cleansed his mother's seductive body. Mom didn't say a word, and her legs were slightly weak.

Dad kissed the tears mole on the corner of his mother's eyes. One hand passed through his armpits and the other hand reached over his knees. He gently carried his mother. He opened the bathroom door and carried her mother out. The moment the door was closed, he said, wash it and go back to the room to sleep, don't get tired of your body.

I looked at the closed door, and quietly reached out to take the shower and rinsed my body.

Put the shower, I pressed it twice from the bottle next to me, and the white foamy shower liquid fell on my palm, which was completely different from the transparent and smooth shower liquid just now.

After taking a shower, I put on my pajamas and returned to my room

I took out my old CD Walkman and picked up a crazy death heavy metal rock album

The rapid drum beats, the whimpering electric guitar, the shouts between life and death, enter my brain through the headphones

My mind went blank, I threw myself on the bed, and the words my father said behind me kept popping up in my mind

Not very real, but I heard it

Fuck, Floyd, you deserve to die of oral cancer!

When I woke up again, night had already fallen quietly

The mirror-like moon hangs in the sky, pouring the clear light as flowing water into my room

The music has been closed by itself, and this time I have no reaction to the bed

I am very sensitive in normal times. As long as I leave the bed I am familiar with, I will toss and turn, and I can't sleep well all night.

I left the bed, put on my slippers, walked to the door and gently opened the door.

The lights were not turned on in the living room. I looked around and saw my father sitting in pajamas in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony.

A floor lamp was on beside him, and the light was sprinkled on him. He was reading a book in his hand. There was a small tea table made of rattans in front of him, with a teapot and two water cups on it, one was empty and the other was half drunk.

Dad raised his head when he heard my voice, and there was a smile on his lips

He pointed to another rattan chair beside him and smiled, "Boy, are you awake? Come here to sit here."

I nodded and walked slowly to him. My father picked up the teapot and poured three-fifths of the tea in the empty tea cup.

Your mother is tired and still sleeping

I nodded silently. I don’t know if this sentence is true or false. I feel heartbroken. I don’t know if my mother is embarrassed to see me because of the afternoon incident, and whether my mother will alienate me because of the crazy in the bathroom in the afternoon. This is a string that I can’t let go.

I didn't dare to ask my father either, I was afraid that the game would end because my question would uncover the tulle of coverts.

But my father seemed to be in a good mood. He closed the book and looked out the window. I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn’t wake you up and drink a glass of water first. After putting on my clothes, we went out for dinner. Then I brought your mother some dishes she liked.

I picked up the teacup and it was the Longjing before the rain this year. My father saved it well and there was the fresh smell of spring inside.

Dad stood up and patted my shoulder, got up and prepared to change his clothes when he was out.

When he turned around and walked into the darkness, he said something he once said at noon: Boy, cheer up, and when you arrive in the provincial capital and live with your father, you will understand how wonderful life will be!

I turned around and saw the light flashing on my father's glasses in the dark