Chapter 1

The combination of my father and mother was a typical product of the late 1960s. Due to the composition problem, my grandfather was persecuted and insulted as a traitor, and sentenced to 20 years in prison. My grandmother passed away early. Relatives and friends were afraid that his mother would be too late and no one dared to take care of her mother. My father took the opportunity to deceive her mother and said that she could save her grandfather. Her mother had no support and could only count on her proletarian working-class rebel leader like her father, so she promised her.

My mother is almost full of jade in the small family in Jiangnan. All characteristics: my grandfather's family background is a scholarly family. My mother is deeply influenced by her knowledge and knowledgeable. My grandmother, who was known as a local flower, gave her petite beauty to her mother, and her mother was even better than her. My grandfather and grandmother's excellent conditions were completely inherited by her mother. Even from the current judgment perspective, my mother rarely saw a beautiful girl at that time.

But God often doesn't like perfection. The innate and extremely superior conditions are completely ruined by the cold reality. My father is a typical northerner. He is a unique person in three generations. He is strong in physique, irritable, and an illiterate person. He is a great thing. His grandfather surrendered to the People's Liberation Army and lived on the spot after liberating the city with the troops.

My father's toughness was the capital of his rebellion, and it was also given by a specific era at that time. Judging from the present, it is not my disrespect. My father is definitely useless.

The grandfather and grandmother are the type of old couple. When my mother was only 3 years old, my grandmother passed away early; when my grandfather had an accident, my mother was only 14 years old and my father was almost 30 years old. She was the little leader of the rebels. The only ability that I admire was that I could become a legitimate couple with such a young mother, and in less than a year, I came to this world.

Maybe God is unwilling to be kind, and my father's fertility is not as good as his ancestors. When I had memories, I was about 3 years old. The advantages of single-letters have been fully utilized by me, and the ability to cry has made it perfect. In my memory, except that I occasionally fail to achieve results in front of my father, I never missed my actions in front of my mother.

After my father hit a wall a few times, he actually learned to get worse with his mother. I remember not being punished by my mother. I have to admit that my childhood years were a carefree and happy time.

According to my mother, I was weaned until I was 4 years old, and I had to touch my mother's breasts to fall asleep. My domineering and my parents' love were even given up. Even my father gave in, allowing me to continue this habit.

By the time I was 6 years old, my father was no longer glorious, but his hegemony at home was still firm and unshakable. The situation at home gradually became worse. My father's violence was getting worse, but he still loved me. My father often went home frustrated. After drinking wildly, he often fisted and fucked his mother. My mother obeyed and shed tears in secret, but I didn't know how to comfort me.

My mother did not meet my requirements, so I would have a way to let my father express my dissatisfaction. I remember that at that time, there was only a living room and a bedroom at home. After my father fucked and beat my mother, he dragged it into the bedroom without shy away.

My mother's weakness can be bullied, so I am the little bully

My father's sex is simple and crude. Every time I have sex, I have no caress or sweet words. The most important thing is to turn on the light. I just lie next to them. My little hand is still holding my mother's breasts. I roughly make my mother's beautiful face full of tears. The painful and depressing voice has changed from small to large, from large to small or even unable to make a sound.

My father's sexual ability is certain. My mother is often ordered by her father to spend the night naked. There is almost no minimum shame in front of me. Although I am still young, I will watch it secretly with interest.

After my father discovered it, he occasionally scolded me, but his mother's moving body often makes him feel unconscious.

After my father finished, he fell asleep. Sometimes I would imitate my father, pressing on my mother's naked and beautiful body naked. Repeating my father's mechanical movements, my mother would resist silently and whisper to scare me. But after my crying woke me up, the impatient father would often scold my mother or start rude sexual punishment again. My mother's pampering and fear of her father made her eventually give up on her resistance, allowing me, father and son to enjoy her charming body in different ways. Perhaps the only resistance of my mother is the habit of getting up early.

After I was 7 years old, after I went to elementary school, for some reason, I became more obsessed with my mother's soft, plump, extremely elastic, and perfectly curved 21-year-old young breasts. I actually resumed sucking milk again. Of course, there was no milk, but my feeling was beautiful. The compulsory course before going to bed was that I was tired of sucking, and my little hands were still not spared to be quiet.

Sometimes my father's rough sex awakens me, and I will imitate it later, but my mother's sacred and mysterious black and soft pubic hair on the holy land where life was born is not as good as the young me, pressing on my mother's naked and soft body, sucking and touching her breasts with all her heart; occasionally touching her mother's private parts, she also gave up because her mother clamped her legs or changed her posture.

I have also been interested in my mother's body, but I am only curious about the problems such as how my mother doesn't have a little cock and how she urinates.

In the summer when I turned 12, I was already accustomed to the sexual affairs of my father and mother beside me. But one night, my father drank a lot of wine and I drank some. As soon as my father got into bed, he began to invade his mother. My mother resisted a little, but my father soon couldn't do it. The angry father began to fight silently and fiercely with his mother. I stood up to avoid their war.

My father knelt beside me, spreading my mother's thighs savagely, and almost lifting my mother's lower body off the bed. In an instant, my mother lost the ability to resist and closed her eyes helplessly. Her body was tight, her creamy skin, her graceful curves, and her painful and helpless expression on her beautiful face made me stunned.

Between my slender thighs, my mother's mysterious life exit was so clearly and unreservedly for the first time before me! Under the bright light, I clearly witnessed my father's not-so-large but ugly penis, constantly thrusting between my mother's legs weakly. My helpless mother held the sheets tightly with her hands, but my father could not let the drooping penis enter my mother's body.

Suddenly, my father bent one of my mother's legs up and pressed her legs flat on the bed. The free hand was used to separate my mother's private parts. I thought my father had broken a gap between my mother's skin and flesh, revealing the pink small groove inside, and there was a tightly closed flesh wall at the bottom of the groove!

One of the father's fingers suddenly penetrated hard, and the mother screamed in pain and depression. Her eyes were wide open, her muscles were tense, and her slender arms holding the sheets burst out blue veins. Large tears rolled down her beautiful face. Her father's smug roar seemed to be greatly satisfied. Her fingers increased their movements. Her mother kept shaking her head in pain and cried. Don't

Finally, my father knelt down and let his penis enter his mother's body with the help of his hand. My father lasted for a while before he stopped, then fell asleep. Only I was stunned and looked at my mother curled up all over.

My mother's painful and fearful expression made my erect penis feel blocked by something for the first time. As soon as I entered the bathroom, it ejaculated out! My whole body was relaxed, my heart was floating, my mind was shaking, and I was floating in ecstasy, and I almost fell down. Later, when I returned to the bed and was about to fall into a dream, my mother sobbed from time to time.

I, who had rebellious about my mother's discipline, have since had a fundamentally wrong self-righteous understanding, and believed that this was a true revenge on my mother, so longed for my mother to look at me with fear, so I hoped to experience the squirting feeling repeatedly, and thought that the penis was the best weapon to make my mother afraid

My father, who is a certain age, has no sex often, and his ability to last is also deteriorated due to his long-term excessive wine and color, which greatly reduced my chances, but the situation that night was deeply imprinted into my memory.

Subconsciously, I was still a little scared of my mother. Maybe it was the normal feeling of the child towards adults, but in my heart I began to be extremely eager to have the opportunity to let my mother know my awesomeness like my father, and let her submit to me as much as she did to her father.

After a few days of loss, I fell into the abyss

It was Saturday, and I stayed at home on holiday. My mother was sick and had a high fever. She rested at home. At noon, my father started drinking when he came home. He didn't care about his high fever. He dragged his mother out of bed and ordered his mother to make wine and food. After the mother was shaking and cooking a few wine and food, she continued to rest in bed. The fried wine and food tasted badly, which caused my father to scold him again.

My father asked me to accompany me to drink, and soon the drunken father wanted to send me to buy wine. When I bought the good wine soon, my father happened to come out of the bedroom with his pants and continued to drink wildly until he was unconscious. I was also dizzy and prepared to put the remaining wine back under the bed in the bedroom.

The mosquito net on the bed in the bedroom was already put down and closed. I curiously wanted to see my mother's condition. When I lifted the mosquito net, the scene on the bed made me feel hot all over and filled with inexplicable impulse!

I saw the cold towel covered on my head wrapped around my mother's head, covering my mother's hair, forehead and eyes, only a tall nose, a small mouth half open, bright red lips and snow-white and neat teeth, and there were tears on my pointed chin and beautiful face. The bed sheet was a little confused. It seemed that my mother was unable to resist. The dress she was wearing was lifted to her neck, her underwear was thrown at the head of the bed, and her flat belly was only covered with a thin quilt. The round and plump breasts stood proudly. The bright red nipples were delicate and beautiful, and her slender legs were still in large shape. There was a pillow under her buttocks, which completely lifted the mysterious holy land.

Oh my God, I saw her again! I put the wine bottle in the corner of the bed, held my breath, slowly approached her slender and soft pubic hair, densely clothed into a triangle. At the end of the bottom are two tightly closed plump labia, with traces of father's invasion on it

Suddenly, I was a little timid. I gently moved my mother's calves, but my mother didn't react at all. I carefully stretched out my right hand, and my fingers touched the labia, but my mother didn't respond at all. I gently used my fingers to spread the two labia, revealing a gap. My mother still didn't move, so I boldly increased my strength and completely separated the two labia by me. A flat, pink and tender gap was displayed in front of me, and I finally saw her again!

I dare not be as savage as my father, and I just used my index finger to slowly penetrate. My mother's vagina was so tight that I felt difficult to get in. I hesitated for a moment and decided to use force. I stared at my mother nervously, afraid that she would suddenly react, so that my fingers had completely penetrated my vagina and had not yet noticed it.

At this time, I deeply felt my mother's tight and hot vagina tightly contained my fingers. My fingers slowly began to thrust. My mother didn't move. I suddenly exerted force without controlling it. My mother moaned weakly. After a while, I felt a little lost and a little drunk to enhance my courage. I started to exert force, but my mother's half-open mouth only occasionally made a little moan. I began to get angry, and my whole body felt like I needed to vent immediately. My penis began to be congested, and the length was 10, which was longer than my fingers!

I climbed onto the bed, learned to follow my father's posture, knelt between my mother's legs, held the penis with my hand, and penetrated it straight into my vagina. I was so lucky! The glans actually entered most of the time. I felt that I had found the right position, and my body was uncontrollably moving deeper, so that I pressed on my mother's body. I focused all my strength on my lower body regardless of everything, and penetrated my mother's body deeply and completely. Such strength made my penis painful.