Chapter 852 The Incest Incests of the Two Hutougou (IV)

Of course it's me!

Ge Li stuck out her tongue and licked Xiaoxiong's lips and said, "I'm not sleeping until I'm dead. I heard my mother get up and open the door, stretched her ears to hear the sound of ecstasy. I felt like a deer hitting her heart and thumped up to see the sister who was sleeping soundly. I wanted to celebrate the birthday, but I thought Erli was uneasy and heard the steps of the two people coming from a distance. I was even more anxious, but I couldn't bear to say goodbye to call Qingqing, so I had to lie down again, pricked my ears to catch every movement outside. After hearing that Qingqing and my mother entered the room for a long time, there was no sound, so I couldn't lie down again, and called my sister softly. Seeing Erli sleeping soundly, I felt relieved. She put on a coat and tiptoed to her neck and held it in front of the door of the mother's house.

There was a stuttering voice in the room, but I couldn't hear it. After a while, I heard my mother's familiar moans tightly and as if I had sex so quickly. It didn't take any delays. I couldn't help but feel jealous. I was also a little incontinent by my mother's lewd words. The crotch was wet and we squeezed out a few drops of water, and it flowed itchy along my thighs. I couldn't help but pressed my birthday even tighter. I really wanted to shout out Qingsheng, so that Qingsheng could just press himself on the ground in the main hall.The movement in the room became more and more unbearable. My mother screamed loudly without hesitation. However, she just gasped in a muffled voice. I could guess what Qingqing was doing. I could even imagine that the monkey was anxious when she celebrated her birthday. Every time, she celebrated her birthday, it was this kind of roaring virtue. Every day, I and my mother took turns to play with him. He was still not enough. He was a pervert. But what should I say? Don't look like Qingqing is not a big man, but it's really exciting to do that. I'm fucked by him every time. I really want to let him fuck him like this in this life, and never pull it out.

I was thinking outside, but my hands couldn't help but increase my strength. I touched the door quietly. I squeezed out the crack of the hidden door. My stretched head came in along the crack. A lewd and turbulent life immediately appeared in front of me, and I looked at it with a heartbeat and beating and stunned: an old woman and a half-old boy competed to make flowers on the kang!My mother turned her head in a crazy way, and suddenly saw my straight eyes staring at me, and I was embarrassed immediately. Although the mother and the two of them were not shy about the birthday, they sometimes even joked with each other, but they were joking, but they were still joking. They were naked but also a thing. The embarrassing mother struggled to get up, or search for a small jacket to cover it, but the hot cock inserted into her body became more and more vigorous, like bean sprouts soaked in water, standing there stubbornly, holding her head up and drilling into the softest place in her body. The more she dripped, the more itched she became, the more she hoped it would drill deeper.

But I was just watching, and my mother felt uncomfortable as if she had hair on her body. She gritted her teeth and moved her butt and wanted to get up. As soon as she moved, she found that her hand was held tightly by Qingsheng and putting the other hand on her waist. She pinched the fat on her waist as if she had grabbed the handle embedded in her waist, gently pushing it. My mother couldn't help but swallowed her cock deeply, and involuntarily moved her round and plump butt along the hand around her waist. She ignored the burning eyes of her daughter behind her, and was very careful to feel the tremor caused by the twitching of the cock in her pussy. The tremor was strong and strong. My mother simply closed her eyes and screamed happily for a moment.

When my mother opened her eyes again, she saw that I had been on the kang at some point and snuggled in her birthday arms with her butt sticking out. The two of them looked like they were welded together, and they kissed them into a place. I lay there, and the butt was arched on the high place twisted restlessly. The tight flowered shorts wrapped around the eggs of her butt were twisted and I took them off by myself, revealing two strong and elastic petals of flesh, fat, white, pink and tender, shining with porcelain. My mother looked at her butt, her round and tight skin was blown away, and her youthful and fresh made me envious and a little jealous, but she couldn't help but want to reach out to touch her.

The trembling hands were about to stretch, but they found that between my legs, Qingsheng's hand, Qingsheng's hand, touched the five fingers along my belly, like five wriggling long insects, groping forward on my fair and tender skin, passing through my sparse and messy pubic hair, rubbing the wet and overflowing cunt, and clamping the two pieces of flesh on the ground from time to time. The clever fingers even crushed the red and swollen meat mound at the top. Finally, a index finger actually explored the slippery folds and drove in, like a flesh snake drilling into a muddy crack. I was suddenly trembling by this invasion, and couldn't help but whisper, my body collapsed weakly, and leaned on Qingsheng's body and panting heavily.

My mother was frightened to see it, and it seemed that her fingers of Qingsheng were also inserted into her body. She was so stimulating that she twisted her waist repeatedly. She couldn't help but chant: "...No, no, you slut, you're going to die!" In the chaos, I was confused by the teasing of that finger. I turned my arms and hands and still stretched to Qingsheng's lower body habitually, but there was no cock for Qingsheng's birthday. The fingers were full of wet and hot pubic hairs and a body arching back and forth. I turned my face and looked back and saw that my mother was still sitting on Qingsheng's body, twisting her body with her eyes closed, and a pair of drooping breasts were swaying up and down on her chest. There was no gap in the place where the two people connected.

But I was not willing to give up, and my hand was still stuck to it, exploring hungrily in the messy and wet ball of hair. Dali, come up! "Qingsheng pulled out his wet fingers and moved my legs to him. I understood the meaning of Qingsheng, and turned my head toward my mother, and stepped on her thighs. Her wet and hot lower body just met Qingsheng, and stretched out her long tongue and was scattered by Qingsheng, "Ah!", and her body fell down weakly, and she was stuck in her arms. She was hugged and panted.

I was like a duckweed swirling in the river, nestled in my mother's arms and seemed to grab a support. I didn't let go again. I was just gasping for breath, but I heard my mother's voice stumble in my ears and circled intermittently:'...Oh, no...No...No...I can't stand it anymore...' The birthday tongue flipped and licked on my pussy. The heat exhaled from my mother's mouth in my ears was coming like a wave, making me dizzy, making me feel confused, just as I was drunk and some shyness that had been left empty. The vagina was just thinking about stuffing my birthday cock quickly. I murmured that there was a crying voice in my mouth:'My mother, I can't do it anymore...My mother, let me do it for a while...'My mother hugged my trembling body tightly, and was still twisting and twisting desperately.’ Wait a moment... Mom... I'm here, wait a moment... ‘I was a little impatient, but I regret not moving my crazy body, so I had to urge him repeatedly: ‘Hurry Ah... Mom... Hurry... Hurry... Hurry... I just didn't care about me anymore, but just tried harder to experience the pleasure coming. My slutty heart was like a wave surging in the Ai River, and then I was like a dandelion swept by the autumn wind and swelling like a cloud flying.

'Here! Arrival! Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah...'Finally, my mother panted and shattered, and she slapped my shoulder blades with her hands. When she was moved, she pinched my tender body and made red marks appear. I didn't notice it, but I hugged my mother tightly. She felt like she touched the electric door in panic, shaking into a pile like a spasm, gradually shrinking into her arms. For a long time, when the trembling slowly became calm, my mother recovered and exhaled the turbid breath in her heart:'It's going to die, my mother is going to die.' Her sweat is like she is fishing out of water. Her body tilted, and she slid down from Qingsheng's body softly, crawling weakly on the side

The cock that was soaked and crushed by a pool of slutty water for a long time suddenly shook out, and still stood with his head held high, like a pistachio stick that rushed straight to the sky swaying in the wind, without any fatigue, I stared at the guy at one glance, and rushed up, as if I had been hungry for a few days, I suddenly saw a piece of flesh intestine, swallowed it whole and didn't care about it, and it was covered with the slutty water flowing out of my mother's body. I stuck my tongue and licked it up. The energy seemed to be afraid that it would be taken away by my mother if it was slower.Before I could wrap my body a few times, my body suddenly fell off. I was caught off guard and hit the edge of the kang with my head heavily. It hurts.'Ah!' He said Qingsheng but ignored it. He suddenly covered it up, picked up two of my slender and straight thighs, carried it on his shoulders, aimed his dick at the flooded slit of my pussy, and stepped in and stood in a familiar way.

I was still confused and was suddenly inserted by Qingsheng. I felt like I had been given an injection. I felt that my body was filled with a hurried snorted with satisfaction. I couldn't help but snorted with both hands and scratched everywhere. In a hurry, I was resting on my mother's body, which was still gasping for breath. Regardless of what part it was, a ball of flesh was wrapped in my palm and grabbed it tightly between my fingers. When my strength passed, I realized that I was holding my mother's plump and tender buttocks. I wanted to withdraw my hand, but when I saw that my mother didn't seem to react, I ignored it and still grabbed it. I raised my eyes to welcome the fierce impact of Qingsheng.

Every time I hit my birthday, I couldn't help but scream. As the sound was yelling, the sound finally became a sound. My mother was pinching more and more painful. Seeing that we were doing it happily, she couldn't bear to brush my hand. She slowly turned around and saw us turning around and making two bright bodies. One was there, "Hurrying, "Fucking, the other raised his legs high, hum, um', and arched her body to meet her. For a moment, the room was filled with carnal and lewd voices.

The scene was strange, but my mother's heart, which had just calmed down, jumped up again and again. Her body, which had just left her tired, immediately reacted again. The thighs were tightly clamped. The warm feeling became more and more intense, making her unable to help but get up. When she got to the front, her mother hesitated and was at a loss, afraid that she would shock the two crazy people, and was unwilling to be alone, so she had to stay there with gasps. Her eyes seemed to be about to spurt out fire, staring at the place where the birthday and my broken tendons were connected. She watched the cock of her lover crawl in and out between her daughter's two wet pieces of flesh. She couldn't control herself for a while, and she really wanted to pounce on me for a while.

I was having a lot of fun being fucked by Qingsheng. I was humming and feeling comfortable through the cracks of my bones. I saw my mother coming up again at some point in a hazy way. I couldn't help but feel a little anxious. I was afraid that my mother would take Qingsheng again, so I quickly grabbed Qingsheng's arm, and my body was thrusting up, and it was tighter, but I was still a little worried, so I opened my mouth and shouted: 'Mom... what are you looking at?'I suddenly realized that my mother felt a little embarrassed, and she couldn't bear to leave the thrusting cock. Her face turned red and she supported herself. She smiled a little, but she knelt down and crawled behind Qingqing's birthday. The sound of Qingqing's gaze and Qingqing's chorus still kept on her ears, as if she was hitting her heart. My mother felt even more itchy and uncomfortable, but she didn't know what to do. In a hurry, she hurriedly held her breasts with her hand, put them on Qingqing's back, and rubbed her nipples on Qingqing's back. Unexpectedly, the more she rubbed her, the harder it became.The two winter date-like nipples seemed to introduce a fire, and it ignited all over the body. The burning mother finally shouted, and suddenly she hugged the sweaty body, pressed the two bulging flesh tightly on the back of the birthday, and touched the place below as wet as ever. The messy pubic hair was twisted and twisted together. The mother crossed her five fingers and clamped the drill-like thing between her fingers, as if she had put a hoop on her, and moved with the thing leaning forward and backward.

Qingsheng felt that my guy was trapped by my mother, but I felt a strange feeling coming from there. I looked down and saw a pair of fair hands tightly covering the place, covering the messy bunch of hair. My dark and shiny cock poked out from the plump fingers. The black and white were clearly so intense that it was a bit dazzling. "Auntie, what are you doing?" My mother tightly pressed against Qingsheng's sweaty back. When she opened her mouth, a ball of heat hit the ears of Qingsheng's birthday. Her voice was lazy but full of scent. "You said, what are you doing... Auntie is helping Qingsheng's birthday. When my mother said that, Qingsheng almost couldn't control her. She said, "What are you doing for me?"’……I’m fucking my pussy, I’m afraid I’m not going to have the strength to celebrate my birthday. As I was talking, my mother became more and more powerless, and she was humming and couldn’t make a move.’ I’m also happy to celebrate my birthday…I’m helping my aunt, and I’m not going to do anything. I’m so worried about my hunger and fire, but I can’t bear to leave my tightly wrapped vagina, so I had to grin in embarrassment and look at my motherNeedless to say, my mother knew the idea of ​​celebrating her birthday. After celebrating her birthday, she climbed up to the front, rode her legs on my body, faced me, and raised her big butt high in front of celebrating her. A dark teebrating her at the end of celebrating her ass was wrinkled, and her ass opened and closed, as her butt twisted, it turned out like a chrysanthemum shaking in the wind. Seeing her, Qingsheng was stunned and a little excited. The cock inserted into my pussy suddenly jumped, and she couldn't help but bent down and covered her mouth with wet. Immediately, a piece of white paste was applied to the corner of her mouth, which was so slutty that it smelled like a slutty fishy smell.

My mother was so excited that she screamed, and she felt that the bones on her body seemed to be soaked in vinegar for a long time. She was so soft that she had no strength. She was still pushing her butt up hard, but she couldn't get up again, so she pressed on me. She held my face with her hands, and kissed her with a confused mouth. I was also infected by my mother and lost my inch. The thrusting of the birthday below came even stronger. My body was so full that my mother was pressing against me. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue, but she just met her two lips pecking at her. For a moment, the two mothers and mothers looked like a pair of birds feeding each other. The two mouths were tearing and stuck together, sizzling and sizzling.

But I was a little stunned. Unexpectedly, a mother and daughter kissed her like lovers. It looked fresh and exciting. I immediately felt a little uncomfortable. She was about to ejaculate while moving, but she was still feeling unsatisfied. She took a deep breath and pressed her down, and then stopped.I noticed that Qingsheng was a little distracted, and my thighs were buckled, and I pushed it inward, urging Qingsheng: "Why didn't you move? Poke Ah! "Qingsheng was so quiet that he came back to his senses, and he moved again quickly. My mother turned around, squinted her sleepy eyes, and said: "I also poked my aunt... I saw that Qingsheng was at a loss, so I reached out and grabbed Qingsheng's hand and placed it on my butt," with my hand Ah! "Qingsheng hurriedly stretched out her fingers and explored my mother's vagina, which had been already vast and stuffed in one go. As soon as I entered, I felt that it was slippery and warm inside, and wrapped her fingers with a circle of wrinkles and softly. I couldn't help but use some strength to poke my mother so hard that she kept screaming, but she shouted happily: "Yes, try harder... "Qingsheng took more effort, but felt that my mother's watery pussy was a little deep for a moment. She stretched her fingers and then grew, but she was still bulging in layers. She couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. Suddenly, the chrysanthemum of Qiao Auntie contracted in an orderly manner, and it was stimulating from time to time. She looked a little drooling in the white and tender petals. On a whim, her fingers were dipped in some slutty water and thrust into the piping stamen. Just as she stuffed a head in, she heard my mother'Ah!' scream, and there was no more Huanchang, and she was a little painful. She was so scared that Qingsheng quickly retracted her fingers. She died and Qingsheng... The wrong stab! "My mother turned around in anger, with a bitter look on her face.

Qingsheng smiled and said, "I think it's fun, hehe', don't poke my aunt's asshole, it hurts. "I only then did I realize that my mother's scream was poked by Qingsheng in the wrong world. I hugged my mother tightly and gently rubbed her back, as if she was accusing her of her own man, but the more I thought about it, I felt more interesting. My mouth giggled out a giggle for a while, and I gently twisted my nipples. "Mom was poked in the asshole, you are quite happy. I still couldn't help laughing, but my heart was very childish. My eyes passed over my mother's body, and I hurriedly winked her for a while. I grinned and didn't dare to enter so recklessly. I just rubbed my mother's asshole in circles, but said, "Qingsheng is sorry, help my aunt rub it."'This is almost the same' My mother softened her body with satisfaction, lay on my chest, stretched out her tongue and licked my bulging nipples. The nipples were wrapped around the tip of her tongue, and I couldn't help but tremble again, and my body suddenly arched like a bridge, and my body was covered in goose bumps.

Seeing my sensitive reaction, my mother touched her herself and felt very interested. The coldness of her anus was kneaded by Qingsheng. The taste was even more different. She was so anxious that she was looking forward to something again, but she was still afraid of the sudden and severe pain, so she gasped and called Qingsheng: "Help Aunt lick... "Qingsheng raised her eyes and asked: "Where is licking? "Then... the ass!" I burst out laughing, "Mom Ah, it doesn't hurt anymore?" My mother twisted my face and said: "Why doesn't it hurt? Why don't you let him lick it?" She twisted her butt again, turned her head and said: "Listen, lick it won't hurt anymore. "Qingsheng pulled out his cock from my pussy, knelt there and grabbed my mother's fat and tender ass egg, and began to prepare for it with all her heart

Just now, I saw that the densely folded part was a bit fun, so I poked my finger in. Before I could feel anything, I was interrupted by my mother's scream. But at that moment, I felt that the ground was actually a hole, tightly. When my fingers entered, I immediately felt like I was inserted into the mud at the bottom of the river, wrapped tightly, and slipped it with a different feeling. Qingsheng carefully stuck out his tongue and gently touched the tightly closed hole in the middle of the fold with the tip of his tongue. Just now, I felt my mother tremble gently and asked: 'What's wrong?' My mother gave her butt and didn't let him stop. She said tremblingly: 'It's okay', let Qingsheng continue to do it.

I hurriedly hugged my mother tightly, afraid that Qingqing would make her jump up in pain for a while, and her other hand also imitated her mother's breasts. She rubbed her breasts on her breasts, but found that her breasts were much softer than her. She grabbed her hands and felt soft and delicate like steamed buns. She used force unconsciously. The more she rubbed her, she became more and more breathing. After a while, she was hitting her before and after a while, and her mother shivered into a ball, humming and holding my hand and pushing out, 'No... No, I'll make me go together, and my mother is going to die...' Listening to my mother's happy moan, my body was also very warm and uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but hum, hugging my mother's trembling body, looking at Qingqing with blurred eyes, her legs raised high again, revealing the wet vagina slit in her lower body,'Celebration, I want to... come again...'Qingsheng held his cock to my pussy, rubbed it with his purple-red head up and down between the two labia outside the gap, and streams of water slowly overflowed, making the cock shiny. Qingsheng thrust his waist and slid in, gently thrusting. The above was the mother's huge butt, and the bottom was fucked one by one, one by one, and the thrust was like a veteran who was having sex with a woman for a moment. The three people in the room gasped, moaned, and the occasional whispered one or two sounds of the mother and daughter, forming a vivid and fragrant picture of a picture of a lovely love.

The rain outside the window started to fall again at some point, sparse but endless, hitting the withering Chinese toon trees. The quiet Hutougou fell asleep in the wet and dark night. The three girls in the room looked like three jumping fleas. The late night, the quieter the more energetic it was.

I found you are quite literary? The word for describing scenery is good! Xiaoxiong pinched Ge Li's face and said

Ge Li smiled and said: I was in the newspaper when I was in high school!

She bent one leg and rubbed Xiaoxiong's cock with her white feet...

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The one who had not slept all night, Dajiao celebrated her birthday. When she ran out of the house, Dajiao did not notice it. She tied her arms and still fought with Fugui. She was completely excited by Fugui's bad idea. At the moment, she forgot that she had originally had shortcomings and was pinched by Fugui. The arrogant and violent spirit competed like in the past. At the end, the one who was kind enough to make a promise still turned into Fugui. Dajiao then calmed down, tied her hands, and sat in the corner of the kang and panted. Her eyes were staring into cowbells, as if she was still about to spit out the fire.

Fugui was stubborn and didn't dare to say anything. He curled up in the end of the kang without putting on the mattress, but he was very dissatisfied: Why isn't it a good idea? Anyway, you sluts are going to steal people. It's better to steal at home than to lose sight of the shameful despair outside. He was about to fall asleep in a daze, but he was kicked on his waist with big feet: You castrate, untie it for me!

Fugui snored heartlessly in his ears, but the familiar snoring made the anger of big feet slowly disappear. It was not good for him. Which man from a family can resist his wife stealing someone? This beating is not unfair

Big feet touched the place where Fugui was beaten to aching, but she hated herself a little: Why can't I help it? I've been here for so many years, and why did her childish and tender cock make her confused? But when I think of her man's words, I couldn't help but start to rush up again: Could this castrated guy be crazy about gaining and losing his heart? Why did he come up with such an idea? That's his own son Ah, who's been working hard to get tired of his body, how could he do that? He's going to be struck to death by lightning!

Big Foot turned over, let out a long sigh, rubbed his body, and remembered the wild marriage with the Lock Pill in a panic and hungry manner in the drizzle of dark rain. Somehow, he turned into the way his son celebrated his birthday. Big Foot tried hard to drive away his mind, but Qingsheng Hu Chaochao looked like he had a root and could not wave it.

Just like Big Foot never believed that gold would grow in the ground, but suddenly one day, someone told her that gold could grow in the ground, even though Big Foot still had one hundred people who didn't believe it, they still couldn't help thinking: What would happen if they really got gold? Just like now, Big Foot almost subconsciously replaced the person lying on her to celebrate the birthday, so Big Foot suddenly became frightened and spat hard on Bai Yi, but still couldn't help thinking so that later, the thought became stronger and stronger. Big Foot even felt the hot and thick cock rushing in his body, big Foot suddenly seemed to be surrounded by a hot stove in winter, and the thighs were covered with wolves.

What a sin, Big Foot cursed her shameless self hatefully, and wiped her forehead with a heavy breath. In the autumn rainy night, sweat was slightly soaked there

Big feet never dared to close their eyes again, so they sat up and leaned against the wall in a daze

Although the birthday celebration is smaller than the lock pillar, he is taller than the lock pillar and his body is a little more powerful than his

The lock pillar has been touched by a woman, but Qingqing is still a boy. Big Foot is beginning to complain about her son: What a comfortable thing, but my son has not touched her before. Thinking of this, Big Foot suddenly became a little angry, but never expected that Qingqing was already familiar with women.

Big Foot put on a jacket, pulled his shoes into the main hall to celebrate the birthday. The room was dark. Big Foot looked at the dripping rain outside the window and couldn't help but worry about where the child was going to go in the big night? Big Foot couldn't help but sigh again, dragged his tired body into the room, and was determined to wait for the birthday celebration, but after lying on the kang for a while, he fell asleep in a daze.

After the rain, the sky was clear. When the rising sun slowly rose to the east, the blue sky was so clear that it was so bright that it seemed to have been washed by the rain last night. It looked so bright

The big feet were shining by the sunlight from the window frame, so they could no longer close their eyes. They turned over in a daze, but the wealth around them was gone.

The chickens in the nest were already scattered in the yard, rushing to peck at the food in the clay pot, and the chewed into a big foot. Seeing that the food in the pot was fresh, I knew it was Fugui who could get up early, so I felt relieved and turned around and picked up the basin and pressed some water from the well. I was about to lift my face and wash my face, but turned my head but saw Aunt Qiao happily entering the yard.

I got up early and took the wedding invitation? I'm so happy

Big feet turned my eyes to Qiao Aunt Qiao's eyes, put on her hand towel with her collar, and wiped it on her face with water.

Aunt Qiao was still a pretty face of a laughing model, and she curled her lips and said: I have a son, do you think you should be happy?

Big Foot suddenly understood, but didn't say it out loud, and was still poor with her: Should I be pregnant with a bastard? Is it a son?

Aunt Qiao giggled and shoved her feet. I thought, no one was going to plant her.

Big Foot also laughed and when water was poured in the yard, he asked: Yesterday, where did you celebrate your birthday?

Not so

Aunt Qiao leaned against the door frame, took out the melon seeds and pursed her lips, and said: "I ran over here, scared me, no matter how I coaxed me, what happened? Why did I fight with Fugui again? I even started fighting?

Nothing, nothing is a mess

Then you two fight every day, I won’t let you come back from a birthday celebration

Aunt Qiao was stunned and said angry words, but she thought it was true in her heart.

Have a chance, I've saved food

Big feet hugged the firewood and tied it up to the stove to catch the fire. The flames suddenly sparkled, and the pretty face of the big script was becoming more and more rosy. When I looked up, I asked Aunt Qiao: Are you celebrating your birthday? You are leaving school?

When is it now and not leaving?

Aunt Qiao squatted aside and handed over sorghum stubble with her big feet. She laid noodles for them in the morning and had a piece of food to leave.

Dajiao's heart fell to the ground, but he would always come back to celebrate his birthday. What should he say when he sees it? When he thinks of these embarrassing and broken things, Dajiao suddenly hated Fugui again: This is a good day for thousands of swords, and he insists on figuring out some bad things that can't be said. Dajiao can't help but scold the eight generations of Fugui's ancestors in his heart, but he forgets the source of all this because of himself.

It's often like this when you celebrate your birthday at noon and don't come back to celebrate your birthday. If you are too lazy to run, you can make some food at the snack bar around the school. Several times, Dajia often counts on celebrating your birthday: No matter how, the food at home is hot and comfortable, it's better than those sold outside. It's not that it's cheating people, but it's ruined your body after a long time. It's always a good agreement, but it's still the same thing as you should.

But today, Dajiao didn't come back to celebrate her birthday. I really don't know what to say when I met.

Fugui seemed to have forgotten the thrilling scene last night. He still kept silent but ate and drank as he should. He looked at Big Foot with a drooping eyebrows and eyes as if he hadn't seen Big Foot, but he became more and more angry. He couldn't help but speak coldly, and wished he could rush up and slap him.

Fugui should be in trouble. It was because he had the upper hand, but he suddenly had an idea, but he didn't care, but he made up his mind: his woman should not be touched by outsiders anymore!

A night passed, and Fugui did not change his mind because of Big Foot's rage: No matter you have thousands of tricks, I have certain rules and regulations. The firm mentality makes him feel more contented and calm. It seems that Big Foot's pain of cuckolding him has also been relieved. Many times I should talk about my birthday when I find a time to talk about it. Fugui muttered in his heart, thinking of his strong body, he was even more sure that his method was feasible. Didn't it be sung in the play: Dad's burden is one thousand pounds, and iron plums have to bear eight hundred pounds.

Fugui secretly raised his eyelids and glanced at his big feet, but he was secretly proud in his heart: Let Qingsheng deal with you, and see that you are still going crazy outside!

But I didn't know that my father had assigned him a task. The teacher was talking about it and he couldn't understand the text even though he listened. He had long known where he had flew to him.

Last night, I had been tossing with Aunt Qiao and Niang, and heard a rooster crow from afar. Aunt Qiao and Dali dragged their bodies back to the room with tiredness. This was another novel and exciting experience of celebrating the birthday. The two women were naked and allowed to make themselves have an indescribable pleasure for the birthday. Moreover, these two women were actually a mother and daughter, which made Qingqing feel an indescribable sense of accomplishment. He secretly looked at the classmates around him, and couldn't help but feel proud: Have you ever been involved in women? Have you ever fucked the mother and the mother?

Qingsheng thought about these things and almost laughed out loud. The fatigue of a night was nothing to him. It was so comfortable to do that. Not only myself, but I looked at Qiao Aunt and Dali's endless enthusiasm, it seemed to be more satisfying than myself. Celebrate the ears suddenly filled with the screams of the mother and daughter. The intermittent and melodious humming kept hovering in my mind. Suddenly I remembered my mother again, remembering that the voyeurism in the mother seemed to make such a happy hum. It was licked by her father, and she made her toss and turns on the kang, but her mother seemed to be a little angry. Celebrate her birthday and thought: If my father inserted that thing like him, she should be more comfortable.

Dad can't do it anymore. I remembered the wilted object between Dad's thighs, and I couldn't help but feel a little regret for Dad.

After experiencing Qiao Aunt and Dali, Qingqing knew that women and men were inseparable from that matter. Women had no such thing, and they were like losing their souls. This was what Qiao Aunt said that Qingqing was trembling and ejaculated into Qiao Aunt's body. Qiao Aunt still hugged him and refused to let him withdraw. Qiao Aunt said that Qingqing's cock was good, it was a rare thing. Women would be unable to leave after using it for a lifetime.

Mom is also a woman, but she doesn’t have such rare things. When I think of these, I can’t help but start to be able to start to be mom.

I often see my mother sitting in the yard, holding a plan in her hand, but she often thinks about it. She just stares out of the door so blankly, but now I think of that scene and celebrate her birthday, but I feel excited. My mother's eyes at that time should be the look of women who have strong desires and not comforted me. My mother must have been hurt and couldn't help but steal people. I began to understand my mother, just like I understood Aunt Qiao at the time.

But Auntie Qiao has herself, where is her mother?

From the bottom of my heart, I would never want my mother to go and have sex with another man. When I think of my mother as she would be beneath another man, I feel angry, but what is the way to celebrate my birthday? After all, my mother also needs men. Can't she always use her father's tongue? But... I suddenly remembered my father's voice last night, and my heart was beating in a flash. Maybe this is really a way!

On the way to school, Qingsheng was still thinking about this, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt more and more panicked. He didn't recover until Erli called him.

Erli called out the school gate and saw that it was strange to celebrate the birthday today. After school, she didn't shout and called the children from the same village to go with her. However, she lowered her head and looked worried. She chased after her and called for a long time, but she still couldn't hear her birthday.

Erli knew that she ran out of her home after celebrating her birthday last night. At first, she thought it was because she was sued by the teacher. Later, her mother said that Aunt Dajiao and Uncle Fugui had a fight. Then she lived in her house for this matter. Erli also laughed at her birthday in the morning: She is so bold but very young, so let them fight when her parents fight. You just pretend you can't hear it, why are you running away? It's so unreliable.

Before he finished speaking, he was knocked on his forehead by his mother. Erli stopped talking.

Erli caught up and pulled her birthday and scolded him panting: What are you thinking? You called you so many times, can't you hear it?

Didn't hear it!

Qingsheng replied angrily, and threw off his hand and walked forward. Erli rushed to catch up and walked side by side with Qingsheng. What's wrong with you? Are you still thinking about your mother and your father fighting?

Seeing that Qingsheng ignored her, he stabbed him again, forget it, wouldn't it be over if you pretended not to see it? Or, I'll go to my house later, my mother said, I'll steam buns for us today

Don't go!

He said in a humming voice, but his tone was much better

The two of them walked towards the village as they spoke. When they arrived at the door of the house, Erli pulled Qingqing's birthday and wanted to go back to her home. Qingqing's birthday had already moved, but she broke free from Erli at the moment when she was about to enter the door. She turned around and went home.

The main room was filled with mist, and my feet were sitting in front of the stove pulling the bellows. When I saw Qingsheng coming in, I was stunned for a moment, but I still said hello: Are you back?

I want to laugh on my face but can't laugh. I'm just so stiff, and I can't say awkward

Celebrating the birthday, turned around and entered his room, put down his schoolbag and ran back to the water tank to scoop a scoop of cold water. Gudong and poured it, but I heard my mother say: Why are you drinking cold water again? Be careful to choke your lungs

fine!

Qingsheng raised his sleeve and wiped the water stains on his mouth. After hesitating for a moment, he squatted in front of his mother as usual, stretched out his hand to lift the steaming pot lid. My mother also took a sorghum stalk and knocked it on his hand as usual. Qingsheng brushed his hand and retracted her hand, grinning and smiling at her mother.

At that moment, it seemed that nothing happened last night. I didn’t see my mother being tied up and beaten by her father for stealing someone. My big feet no longer felt that she couldn’t be a human being in front of her son because of her dirty things.

However, what should happen will happen. Even if the mother and son are confused and pretend that nothing is wrong, reality is reality after all. They seem to have forgotten, but Fugui remembers it clearly

Now, after dinner, Qingsheng walked out of the yard and was stopped by his father from behind. To be honest, since he saw his father's angry look last night, Qingsheng is really scared. When Dad thinks of him blushing with his face and veins roving and storming with his leather rope, Qingsheng is a little chilled for many years. He has been used to seeing his father's silent and silence, and suddenly he found that honest people have another side. Qingsheng is a little scared from his heart: Fortunately, he did not irritate his father, otherwise, the waving leather rope fell on him... Qingsheng suddenly shivered, as if his father had already chased him up with his leather rope.

Fugui pulled Qingsheng out of the house and turned left to a corner Qingsheng followed his father with fear. Seeing his father's mysterious appearance, he seemed to have something to say to him, don't be the one that his father said last night, right? When he thought of this, Qingsheng's heart beat even more violently.

Fugui stopped, looked at Qingsheng, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, sighed, and squatted in the corner of the wall and rolled up a cigarette, smoky, and started smoking. Thick smoke came out of Fugui's mouth, lingering on his body. Through the smoke, Qingsheng looked at his father's face as if it was particularly solemn.

Dad...Is there something wrong?

Careful questions

Fugui whispered for a long time, as if he had made up his mind and said: ... There is something wrong, this... isn't... that... your mother...

When Qingsheng saw his father for a long time, he couldn't say anything. He knew that his father was in a difficult situation than himself. He calmed down and squatted beside his father and asked: What's wrong with mom? Is it okay?

Alas! How can it be fine?

Fugui lowered his head deeply, wishing he could tuck his head into his crotch. After a long time, he blushed and said, "It's useless, but you can't interfere with your mother..."

Going further down, Fugui can no longer say anything, just smoked a cigarette with his head in big mouthfuls

At this time, I didn't know what to say about birthday celebration, so I had to squat in the corner with my father, put my face on my knees, and stared at the ground in front of me.

After a long time, Fugui asked again: Do you know about your mother?

Um

Celebrate nodded and responded quietly

It's embarrassing

Fugui sighed long, as if he had been brave enough, but his eyes still dared not look at his son. ...What was the matter said by Dad... OK?

Celebrating his birthday looked at his father in surprise and asked: What's the matter?

That's...that...that thing

Fugui was whispering and didn't know what to say, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "You and your mother... sleep with your mother!"

What?

Qingsheng was startled and widened his eyes, looking at his father's face that was about to be stuffed into his crotch. Sleeping with my mother? How old am I, I am still sleeping with my mother?... You won't really let me and my mother do that?

Then why can't it?

Since you have spoken out, wealth has courage and said stubbornly that it was your mother who was born, and your mother is willing to do so.

Qingsheng really didn’t understand what the logic of his father was, so he stood up and said: That’s not a good thing to do, it’s incest!

Fugui was startled by the sudden jump of birthday celebration. He hurriedly looked around and stretched out his hand to pull the birthday celebration off again. You are so quiet, why are you yelling?

After Qingshengzhong squatted down beside him again, he then leaned over to him and whispered: Actually, it’s nothing. When you close the door, you are all your family members. Who knows if you don’t say it? Besides, it’s better than letting your mother do it with outsiders?

Celebrating his birthday looked up at his father and asked: Can it work?

Why can't it work?

Fugui said affirmatively, but he didn't know how to express it, but he seemed to be pleased with it. He handed the cigarette he had just rolled up to Qingqing. When he saw Qingqing refused, he realized that he hurriedly covered up his sarcasm and just pretended to help his father, it was useless for his father.

Qingsheng had a bitter face, and stuttered for a long time, then asked again: Can it really work? Then...what my mother did it?

Your mother...

Speaking of Big Foot, Fugui was speechless for a moment. Big Foot almost fought with him last night. His crazy appearance really made Fugui feel scared, but he was really unwilling to let go of his plan like this. After thinking about it, he said: You mother, you know, you have a knife-like mouth and a slander. There is nothing wrong with this. You should spend more time with your mother and give her a lenient heart. She won't have time to run out.

How can I accompany Ah... Mom will tell me

Fugui glared at him, your mother said, "Are you still doing your best? You're just obedient?"

Celebrating his birthday was still a little uneasy and asked in a low voice: Can it work?

Can do it!

Fugui said with certainty that he threw the cigarette butt at his feet and twisted it hard. Dad has to go out these days, so he has finished his work in the fields. Dad wants to go to the county with your uncle and others to do some small work. You are at home, don’t always go out and run wildly, look at your mother, are you?

Qingsheng nodded, he agreed, but he still didn't have a clear idea of ​​what to do.

When my father finished the autumn slack season every year, he always had to go out to take some work. He either went to the county grain warehouse to help stock up on grain or worked as a small worker at the construction site. He would always have some income after going out for ten days and a half months. After he came back, he would have to take care of the New Year. If he had money in his pocket, he could have a fat New Year.

The two of them entered the house one after another. They were originally thinking about going to Qiao Aunt Qiao's house, but after saying this, their father lost his mind. They entered the yard with a lot of worries, moved a stool and sat in the yard, watching their mother's back in and out in a daze.

The season is coming, and the sun is setting earlier. It is just over five o'clock and it is already dark. Half of the lights reflected in the main hall are in the air. The hurried figure of big feet is hazy and dim. The lights hit her body to outline a clear silhouette. The bulging breasts and plump hips, and the narrow waist in the middle are evenly transitioning from one place to another, forming a graceful curve. The curve is full of curvaceous charm, which makes the birthday celebration more and more stunned.

From that day on, Qingqing's birthday, she secretly saw her mother on the kang, and there was something strange in her heart, but she was buried in her heart but had no more thoughts. But when her father told her today, Qingqing felt a sudden enlightenment.

Seeing my mother, I naturally thought of her mother struggling with her naked body on the kang. The thought was like a river water that was released from the gate. She could not hold back for a while. She was so eager to celebrate her birthday.

The next day, Qingqing went to school. Fugui cleaned up briefly and made an appointment with Qingqing's uncle to enter the county town together.

After school, I returned home after celebrating my birthday. When I entered the yard, I saw my mother sitting on a bench in the yard, rubbing her clothes soaked in the basin in her hand, but her eyes were empty and staring at elsewhere.

Qingsheng tried hard to straighten his waist, and swung his schoolbag and greeted his mother loudly: Mom, I'm back, where is my dad?

Go to work in the county

The big feet, who had just gotten rid of the state of confusion, suddenly came to their senses and answered plainly

Celebrating her birthday did not throw down her schoolbag and run out like she used to do, but she came to my mother against the norm, stretched out her hand and pinched her shoulders. My mother washed so many clothes, are you tired?

Big Foot also felt strange. Did this child change his temperament today? Why did he start to care about his mother so much? He kneaded Big Foot's shoulders in celebration of birthdays, making Big Foot comfortable for a while, but still a little uncomfortable. He quickly twisted his body and said: What's wrong with this child today?

He suddenly turned around, did he get into trouble at school? Say!

Celebrating my birthday made my mother laugh, and she would make her smile when she rubbed her shoulders and get into trouble?

Can you do this without causing trouble? When will you rub your mother's shoulders?

Big feet were still half-believing and half-doubted, but began to enjoy their son's filial piety with peace of mind, and from time to time, there is also here, pounding

Qingsheng half-clenched his fist and gently beat his mother's back, touching her plump and thick body, and for no reason she reacted.

To be honest, after sitting for a while, my big feet were sore and my back hurt. After being rubbed by Qingsheng, I felt so comfortable that I almost hummed out. I felt so happy that my son was better, and I was so happy with my mother.

Celebrating the birthday became more and more careful, and I glanced at my mother with my eyes from time to time. Seeing that my mother was squinting her eyes slightly, my hands became softer, and I felt proud: I am really easy to coax, but it will be so beautiful after rubbing it for a few times.

After dinner, Dajia cleaned up and sat on the kang. His hands were idle but he was a little dazed. He just went out to pour out the dirty soil. He saw the lock pillar from afar. Looking at it, it seemed that he was waving to him. He was a little panicked for a moment. He hurriedly returned to the house. The scars on Fugui were still vivid in his mind. Although Fugui was not at home, he still felt a little palpitations when he thought about Dajia. The desire of his body slowed down a lot of thoughts about the abnormality of celebrating his birthday today. I guess Fugui must have told his children before leaving, so he felt even more happy.

Big feet were stunned for a while, and got off the kang and picked up the curtain. Seeing that the lights in the house were faintly revealed, they walked over and pushed the door.

Celebrating the birthday is lying on the table writing homework. When she sees her mother coming in, she looks up and grins.

Big Foot was even more puzzled. The child was really honest today and didn't go out to play wildly. He even thought about his homework and decided that it must be a wealthy idea. He felt a little angry and looked at him with a smile. The anger disappeared without a trace. A sense of comfort came up: Isn't this good? My son stayed at home and was companion with him. Otherwise, how could this happen?

Thinking of this, Big Foot filled his tenderness and slowly sat beside the birthday celebration. He raised his hand and snored on his hair that he loved. What's wrong with him today? I won't play anymore?

Celebrating the birthday rubbed his body and gave up a place for my mother. He honestly replied: No, Dad said yesterday, let me spend more time with my mother.

Seeing that Qingsheng was so honest, Dajia felt even more relieved, but he still snorted, why is he so kind, don't pay attention to him

My father is right, I should spend more time with my mother. I was not good before, so I always worry about it.

The birthday-celebration mouth was like wiping honey, and I slowly used the skills to coax Dali. Dajia had never heard of this. My heart was soft for a while, and tears almost came out. I hugged him to celebrate the birthday and put it tightly in my arms.

Mom, let me celebrate my birthday every day and accompany you every day, and massage my legs and waist, okay?

I still couldn't help it. The tears of my big feet were soaked in my eyes. I couldn't speak in words and I just nodded. I remembered the ridiculousness I had in the past few days. I didn't feel sorry for Fugui, but I felt a little ashamed of my son: How great is it to celebrate my birthday? Why did I have a slutty mother?

Celebrating the birthday is nestled in my mother's arms, and looked up at her. Under the dim light, her face is peaceful and gentle, and she looks much better than during the day. She felt itchy in her heart, and she shrank her body tightly against her body. Her head with short hair swelled tightly arched against her bulging chest

It was just late autumn, and the clothes on her body were not very thick. Through the thin jacket, Big Foot felt that Celebration's head rubbing against her chest. At first, she didn't feel different from the past. Big Foot's heart was filled with a surge of tenderness, and she hugged her son in her arms and became more and more satisfied. At that moment, there was a long-lost warmth.

After many years, I will never let myself hold myself in my arms like I am now. Looking at my son who is growing up, Big Foot began to miss the days when I plunged into my arms and acted coquettishly.

Looking down at the increasingly handsome birthday celebration, a kind of love from the heart arose, big feet couldn't help but lower their heads and wanted to kiss them gently on the cheeks of the birthday celebration. They pressed their mouths down, but they just met the face of the birthday celebration. The lips that were about to fall on their faces were actually covered with the birthday celebration's mouth.

There were already a short velvet beard on her lips, and it was a little bit tick when she kissed her. She suddenly felt a strange thing. The taste on her mouth reminded her of the first time she kissed Fugui. She was so ticky, but she was still a little sweet. She couldn't help but panic. She forgot that the one in her arms was still her son, but she seemed to be holding a lively man.

This feeling made Big Foot feel at a loss. He wanted to let go and push the birthday out, but he was a little reluctant. Inexplicably, his heart began to jump up, and a warm current began to ripple in his body. His heart, which was about to be retracted, suddenly became alive again.

The big foot's hand quietly reached behind her and pinched herself desperately. The pain that came in the moment made her regain some rationality, and she scolded herself fiercely: Why are you so sexy? She even remembered the man when she hugged her son, and she was about to die!

Big feet tried their best to suppress the evil fire, and lazily pushed away his son, then stretched out his feet under the kang and hooked his shoes to go back to the house. Before his feet were swept to the side of the shoes, they were stopped by Qingsheng again. Mom, be tired, please rub it for your mother.

Big feet stopped and was beaten by Qingsheng subconsciously. He felt a burst of fatigue in his heart. Then he turned around and said: Zhong, help mom beat me again

Putting my body heavily on the kang, my big feet felt a sense of comfort from the bottom of my heart, and I couldn't help but snorted. It seemed that the fatigue of the whole day was released with this sigh. I reached out and pulled a pillow, and leaned on it face down and comfortably, but my mouth was still directing the birthday: rub my shoulders, and then my back

Celebrating the birthday readily agreed, and rode his legs on his mother's body. He patted his back a few times on the back of his big feet, and then squeezed the flesh and rubbed it one after another. After a while, his big feet felt so comfortable that they almost fell asleep.

From top to bottom, Qingsheng slapped her mother's plump butt mischievously, and with a crisp sound, she shook her big feet and turned her head to see it, but Qingsheng waving her hand to make her turn over. It looked like a massage therapist in the bathhouse.

Big feet lazily turned over, spread their limbs and completely relaxed themselves. However, Celebration of Birthday rubbed underneath, and actually picked up one of my mother's bare feet. What are you doing?

Bigfoot couldn't help asking

Just rub your feet, the teacher said, there are many acupoints on your feet, it’s comfortable to rub them

Big Foot chuckled, "It's good to go to school, you can teach everything, and the teacher of Foot is also taught?"

Teach everything

Celebrating the birthday, looking at my mother's naked feet, she agreed to it with pleasure but didn't know where to start for a while

No wonder they all call me big feet. My mother's feet are really big, at least one size bigger than Aunt Qiao, but they look better than Aunt Qiao's feet. Qiao's feet are plump and thicker. The toes are like five rolling sticks, squeezed side by side. Although my mother's feet are big, they are slender and well-proportioned. The white feet are faintly covered with green meridians. A little more meat looks too fat. A little less meat looks too thin, and the soles of the feet are arched high, making the soles of the feet appear deep. The five toes seem to be specially embellished there. A beautiful curve that slides from the heels is raised up here again, extending to the toes abruptly. The toes are even more snow-white and delicate, soft and thin, as delicate as boneless, as seductive as green onion, but pink and crystal clear

Celebrating the birthday looked at my mother's feet blankly, and suddenly remembered that night when my father held these feet and licked them, no wonder my father was so happy. Just looking at these feet, I never thought that this was a foot that often worked in the field, and there were no calluses on the whole body.

Qingsheng carefully held her mother's feet and gently pinched her toes and rubbed them. The careful look seemed to be holding a piece of porcelain. The more you pinched, the more you became, the more pink the soles of her feet trembled and swayed slightly in front of Qingsheng's eyes. Her mouth watered so hard that her toes were like five peeled reed roots, which made Qingsheng couldn't help but want to hold them in her mouth.

Qingsheng looked up at his mother. Seeing that her eyes closed seemed to be asleep, she strengthened her courage. She quietly stretched out her tongue and licked her toes quickly. She looked at her mother when she saw that she didn't seem to notice. She couldn't help but smile. She held her raised feet high, but her mouth was put on her lips, and she kissed her under her toes gently but still had no reaction. Now Qingsheng seemed to be more courageous. She opened her mouth and actually held one toe. She held it coldly, but her eyes turned sideways, aiming at her peaceful face without moving.

My mother's toes were in her mouth. Celebrating her birthday was like taking her most secret place into her mouth. Her chest was thumping, but she felt more and more stimulation and pleasure. The round toes were held in her mouth. At first, it was a little cool, slowly becoming warm, and her toes seemed to feel comfortable and were still trembling slightly. Every time she trembled slightly, the tip of her birthday tongue would hold it against it, gently slid on it, and she savored the strangeness brought by her body.

The strangeness slowly spread in Qingqing's heart. Following my mother's raised ankle, Qingqing saw a piece of white calves under her fat trousers.

Although the place below is hidden in the pants, you can still imagine what it looks like inside the pants legs. You even think of my mother's plump butt, and the dark bunch between her thighs, and the thighs that were densely covered with dark birthday celebrations. You can't help but feel her thighs. You tremble with your hands and even touch your thighs. You can feel your soft and warm skin through the thin pants legs.

In fact, Big Foot was not asleep. Qingsheng's hand gently pressed her naked feet, making her feel drowsy, but the feeling that slowly came from her feet was no longer rubbing. What followed was a wet and warm big feet's eyes opened a slit. The scene she saw made her a little surprised that her feet were so naked that she was so raised. Qingsheng held her mouth, but a toe was put into his mouth by him. The intoxicated look was like a rich man.

Subconsciously, the big feet were about to retract their legs, but the pleasure from the toes came in waves. The thighs spread to the lower part of the crotch and became hot, just like a handful of firewood thrown into the stove pit, which started to ignite. She almost twisted her feet from the kang and held back her feet and didn't let herself hum. She gritted her teeth and wanted to take back her feet, but she was afraid that the birthday celebration would be ugly. The taste was like a crab in a cage, steaming unbearable but there was no way to do it.

Until the birthday hand slowly touched his thighs, his big feet could no longer help but be wet. If he continued like this, he really didn't know how to embarrass him. So he rubbed his legs with the force of stroking his birthday, suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that his toes were still sucking in the birthday mouth, and he pulled them back and said: What are you doing, where to do? What are you doing?

Celebrating her birthday was also shocked by her mother's sudden alert. She was a little at a loss for a moment, and she opened her mouth a little dazed. She watched her mother sit up, put on her shoes quickly and disappeared in a flash.

Big Foot escaped back to the house, leaning against the closed door, rubbing her violently undulating chest, gasping heavily, and she didn't know what was wrong with her. Her body suddenly became so hot that she was so hot that she hadn't dried up yet, and it was cold, but the feeling she had just conveyed made her excited, and she was almost confused. If she hadn't escaped quickly, Big Foot wouldn't know if she would let Qingqing have to do it for a while, would she have the strength to walk back?

There was a big cup of cold white on the cabinet. Big feet picked up the tea jar. Gudong Gudong. I drank several big mouthfuls like a donkey. The evil fire was finally suppressed and put on the kang. I laid the quilt and got into it. The cool quilt made Big feet unable to help but fight a cold war.

It was quiet inside the room, and the wind was blowing outside. The rustling sound of the wind blowing branches came in from the window, making the already empty room even more desolate. The big feet tightly tucked the corners of the quilt, buried themselves deeply. The scenes in my mind were like movies, and they all looked like doing that. The white flesh and the big guy who didn't know which man it was, tried hard to drive away the big feet from my mind, but the more I rushed that thing, the clearer it became, thicker and erect, and the big feet even clearlySeeing the blue veins and purple-red glans on it, it stood in front of the big feet's eye model, emitting a strong and hot breath. The fire in the big feet's heart ignited again. With his eyes closed, he couldn't help but open his mouth, exhaling thick breaths, the quilt that was still cold just now suddenly became hot. The ripe body of the big feet seemed to be thrown into the steaming cage, and the wetness soaked the root of the thighs into a wet and smooth

Big Foot couldn't help but put his hand in there. Just like many such nights, accompanied by a tight and breathing, his long-lasting body trembled and the scene in his mind was no longer driven away. Let it be clearer. All the men there had majestic things, like pistols swaying in the wind shaking in front of Big Foot, and they inserted them into the water stained place. Big Foot fantasized about all the men around him, including wealth, lock pillars, and birthday celebrations...

Thinking of these, the irrepressible excitement of the big feet, and the body arched into a bridge, panting and trembling. The hand movements below were even more violent, like a pair of shaking, pushing his body to the earth that made him dying. Big feet couldn't help but scream, gritting his teeth but squeezed out intermittent moans from his throat. The sound was like an old hen that lays an egg, which was rapid and enthusiastic, but exuding a sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, Big Foot felt a cool breeze coming from behind her head. The door that was covered was twisted and pushed open. Big Foot was startled and was so scared that she quickly turned her head to look. However, she saw a blurred figure standing by the door, carrying the curtain and still leaning out her head. Big Foot asked him what he was doing, but Qing Biography said in a low voice: Are you feeling uncomfortable? I heard that Mom is humming.

Although the lights were dark in the room, Big Foot was still busy tucking the quilt that had already been scattered again, calming down his heart, which was still moving just now, but in the dark, he didn't know how to answer the birthday question.

The continuous flow of joy was suddenly interrupted, and my big feet couldn't help but feel a little depressed and angry, just like a bowl of delicious food that was instantly broken by someone's rice bowl. Hearing Qingsheng's question, he was a little angry, picked the head of the quilt, retracted his head into the quilt, and said impatiently: It's okay, go back to sleep

I didn't go back after celebrating my birthday, so I quietly walked to the edge of the kang and asked: Is it really okay?

It's okay! It's okay! Go back quickly!

The big feet waved a smooth forearm and became even more anxious

Qingsheng slowly turned around and was about to leave. He stopped again when he walked to the door unwillingly. He seemed to be speechless but stopped. He didn't hear the sound of closing the door. Finally, he leaned his head and turned around. Seeing that Qingsheng was still there, he asked: What are you doing? Why haven't you gone back yet?

Celebrating your birthday seemed a little embarrassed and said in a low voice: Mom, are you sleeping in this room? What's the cold room?

Big Foot raised half of his body in surprise and asked: Why do you remember to sleep in this room? How old are you?

The reason for celebrating your birthday: That house is cold

Big Foot is a little embarrassed. I originally wanted to go back to celebrate my birthday quickly and continue to complete the beautiful things that have just been interrupted. The birthday celebration is coming. Big Foot is really reluctant. If it is fine on weekdays, but today is really special. I don’t know why this special Big Foot is because of it. I just think that the atmosphere today is a bit weird, which makes me panting for no reason. I feel that the spring love is more rippling than in the past. My heart is like a lively rabbit holding a jumping rabbit. I can’t calm down for a moment. The noise is that my body is always burning. The place where the troubles in the thighs has never been dry.

But Qingsheng was still watching, and Dajiao really couldn't bear to refuse people often said that he couldn't help but kiss him again. After finally, his son kissed him again. The reason why he was a mother was reluctant to do so was forced. Dajiao still agreed: Go, go, carry him over

Celebrating the birthday happily agreed, grinned, revealing white teeth in the darkness, twisted and kicked, ran back to his house, and quickly carried a bunch of bedding and spread it beside his mother.

Have you lie down? Go to bed quickly!

Seeing that Qingqing's birthday was still tossing and tossing, Big Foot couldn't help but urge her, thinking about Qingqing's birthday and quickly fell asleep. While there was still some time, I quietly touched myself and felt comfortable.

How could she know that this birthday celebration was not sleepy at all.

I felt the place where I sleep with my back to my mother, but my eyes widened, and finally I slept with my mother on a kang. This made Qingsheng very excited. During this period, I hang out with Aunt Qiao and my mom, so that I became familiar with everything about women. Whether old or the young, I could know what they wanted with my eyes closed. Even from their smiles and frowns, I could figure out what they were thinking in my heart. This made Qingsheng very complacent and proud. Aunt Qiao said that women are the same, not trying anything else, but what I fear most is that I am guarding a cold quilt at night, which is even more difficult than death. My mother is also a woman. My father is useless. For my mother, it is even more uncomfortable than Aunt Qiao's cold quilt. Otherwise, how could my mother steal people? Otherwise, how could my father let herself sleep with my mother? Isn't that too anxious?

Today, my mother's every move and birthday celebration was seen. He knew that my mother couldn't stand it anymore, so she touched the crack in the door and heard my mother lying on the kang hum. Celebrating her birthday was even more certain of her own speculation, and then she plucked the courage to enter the house.

The only thing I don’t know if my mother will be with me is because of her birthday. After all, she is her biological son. I think she is so ugly, but I want to try it out. I didn’t think about it so much about my birthday, but I just don’t like my mother to go out to steal people. Besides, my mother is not worse than Aunt Qiao. Her white body is even more attractive than Aunt Qiao.

Besides, my father is willing, what are the fears of being a son?

Now, my mother was lying beside her, and the greedy white flesh was wrapped in the quilt next to her. How could Qingqing sleep with all this? But how could she stick it over? It made Qingqing feel worried for a while.

Just as I was thinking of a way, I suddenly heard my mother calling out: Are you asleep?

Celebrating your birthday seemed to have received an order, and turned over, widened your eyes and said: No,

I suddenly saw the eyes of Qingsheng, which were shining brightly in the dark, and my big feet were so discouraged that they almost lifted the quilt, but for no reason, it was difficult to show it. I turned over irritably, gave Qingsheng a back, and muttered in depression: Go to bed quickly! I won’t go to school tomorrow!

Can't sleep, still cold

A sudden idea of ​​birthday celebration, found a reason

After hearing what Qingsheng said, his feet fell down and he quickly turned around, stretched out his arms to touch Qingsheng's forehead. What's wrong? Don't you have a fever?

I put my hands on my forehead, but it was a warm and cool place. It's okay!

Qingsheng knew that he was fine, but he insisted on saying that he was cold, and his body shrank into a ball. He looked a little shaking and his big feet were even more panicked. He didn't put on his clothes. He just sat up and reached into his son's quilt and touched his son's body. He asked: Is the flesh sore? Does it hurt?

Qingsheng said it didn’t hurt or sore, so Dajia felt relieved. After thinking about it, there was no way, so he had to lift his quilt and say: Why don’t you come to my mother?

Why!

This is what Qingsheng was waiting for. Before my mother could react, she crawled in like a loach and felt a heat mixed with body fragrance and drowning smell that came to her face, making Qingsheng feel an unprecedented excitement, and almost subconsciously wrapped her hands and feet on her body.

The sudden intimacy of his son made Dazu feel panicked for a while. After a few struggles, he couldn't break free. He simply went to tuck the corner of Qingsheng, and turned his back to Qingsheng and urged him to go to bed quickly. However, he was upset in his heart: I wouldn't say it if I had known, it would really be true to the old saying: Let him warm up, he even went to the kang.

Today's birthday celebration was abnormal, which made Dajiao feel something wrong. Suddenly, she remembered the bad idea that Fugui came up that day. Thinking of the sudden change in birthday celebration today, she was shocked and sweating all over. Could it be that the two of them were actually the same? Thinking of this, Dajiao began to be anxious. If it was really like that, what could she do? She scolded Fugui and scolded him like a few slaps in the face? Bigjiao didn't know that Dajiao's brain became confused for a moment. She had no experience in such a thing, but what scared her even more was that for some reason, she suddenly remembered what Fugui said, but she was not as disgusted as that day. On the contrary, there was still some vague restlessness like wheat seedlings that were about to sprout, arching in the soil, and the soles of Dajiao almost jumped out in panic.

Qing's heart was also very panicked. What's different from his mother was that his panicked came from a stimulus, just like when he went to someone else's vegetable garden to steal cucumbers and lurked under the melon rack, his heart was dancing in panic, with a hint of excitement and a hint of tension before the war. This feeling made him feel a little dry and dry. He put one hand and one leg on his mother's body, feeling his warm and soft body, which made him feel anxious and uneasy as if he was burned by fire. He hoped that his mother would fall asleep quickly, and he would not know that he would not be so nervous and at a loss. But Qing's life knew that his mother was not asleep. On the contrary, from his mother's violent ups and downs, he knew that his mother was more awake than him.

No matter what happened next, I didn't know about Qingsheng. He recalled how he got it with Aunt Qiao and tried to find a way to learn from it. But no matter how he sorted out all the details of that day, he found that it was completely different from today and that Aunt Qiao was the natural one. He didn't have much effort at all. Qingsheng believed that even if he didn't take the initiative that day, Aunt Qiao would put herself on the kang by herself sooner or later, but today? Maybe he took another step forward, and the one he was greeted with might be a big ear.

When I thought of this, Qingsheng suddenly became a little interested. The excitement when I just hugged my mother's body suddenly disappeared halfway, just like the waves rolling down the Ai River, surging and slapped the embankment. Seeing that it could not shake the grass and trees, I retreated in depression.

Qingsheng was so disheartened that he wanted to pull back his arms and legs that were still on his mother's body, but the warmth and softness from his body made him unable to give up anyway, so Qingsheng let his heart pound, and his mind was messy, but it was like it was boiling, and it was overflowing with bubbles and foam.

Qingsheng suddenly remembered that peeping night: My mother's white and tender body twisted on the kang mat, her father's thick and stupid head was sandwiched between her spread legs, and her mouth was humming incoherently, and her two plump breasts were rubbed under her hands... Qingsheng suddenly realized that the body under the dim light was in her arms?

Thinking of this, Qingsheng suddenly became excited, as if a match was thrown on the withered and dry weed. The evil fire was ignited. He could even feel a stream of hot blood rushing to his forehead in an instant. He was scattered, his cock raised his head as if it was blown up by air, and pushed it up like a hammer, but it just pressed against the butt where the mother bow was on.

It was not until the softness on my mother's butt that Qingsheng felt a little uneasy. She quickly shrank back and hoped to be far away from there, but Qingsheng was reluctant to let go of his hands and feet, so she had to hook her body up, but her cock seemed to be on purpose, and it was still blooming vigorously, like an indomitable donkey. The more you pressed it down, the more stubborn he raised his head, the feeling made Qingsheng nervous and excited. Subconsciously, Qingsheng thought about adding another handful of strength to the deeper he could hold a pistol.

Although the current birthday celebration is no longer the same young boy as the young boy as before, but after all, there are still some children's habits in their bones, looking tall and tall, but when they opened their teeth, they were still a foal to celebrate their birthday and have not learned to restrain and suppress their emotions. In fact, it is not a big mistake to celebrate their birthday. The woman who celebrated the birthday from beginning to end was the mother and daughter of Aunt Qiao, and the two were also the reserved masters. The three of them met a bunch of them. Before they could tolerate it for a while, they made a whole bunch of them.

Such an experience has never tried to endure the newborn calf's birthday and let his desire burn. It is the most normal thing for the birthday celebration. He has long forgotten that this is not Qiao Aunt. As for whether he will be shaved by his mother, he has long been clamored by the hot and spicy meat in his arms.

The concerns that were still circling in his mind just now suddenly became ashes. Just like the second pole in the Qian Village who was suddenly filled with half a pound of soju and was simmering, he suddenly felt a sense of courage, which prompted him to become crazy like a dog fighting for food.

Celebrating the birthday was getting heavier and heavier. The hand that was resting on my mother's body touched my mother's chest like a devil, and grabbed the pile of bulging flesh on her chest.

Let's go! The heart of Qingsheng was now filled with my mother's fat and tender body. He had a thought: ride on my mother and fuck her little slutty pussy with her swelling cock below.

daughter……

Celebrating the birthday screamed uncontrollably, the sound was trembling but filled with a burning hunger

But that sound was like a thunderbolt to Big Foot, which made her mind buzz and instantly blank

Here comes, finally, Big Foot's heart whine weakly. It seems that the waiting is too long, making Big Foot's tired heart so tired that it is short of breath

The autumn night is cold and clear. In the quiet room, there are occasionally one or two sings of insects that are breathing. The mother and son on a big kang are thrown into the quilt. It seems like a handful of firewood burning with flames, roasting the two of them to their torture. Except for the occasional sings of insects, the heavy breathing sound of celebrating the birthday.

The heavy breathing turned into a stream of heat hitting Big Foot's back. Big Foot sensitively sensed the trace of evil excitement of his son, which made Big Foot feel more and more uneasy. Although Big Foot was suspicious, she still hoped that it was not what she thought. She was still comforting herself in her heart, or finding a better reason for herself and her son.

Isn’t this often the case when I was young? I was still naked at that time, and I was also like this. I wrapped myself in my hands and feet, like a little monkey hanging on my mother’s body. What’s the difference between today and then? Isn’t this my son? Isn’t this the Qinger who always calls her mother in a coquettish way?

Such thoughts made Big Foot unable to turn around and push the birthday away, nor could she scold her son for being intimate with her, she had to give herself an excuse and a step, striving to make such a night without so much ambiguity and a hint of lust.

However, the birthday celebration behind her became more and more irritable. She was still breathing heavily on her birthday. Her big feet felt the heat coming out from her nose and mouth, hitting her back in a ball, and there was another kind of heat, but it came from the sensitive body of her feet below. She felt the whole process of the thing from a bulging to a hard part, just like watching a sapling, sprouting and thrusting until it finally turned into a beam, standing there stubbornly.

When that thing was standing on his butt as if it was as unruly as a door bar, the heart of the big feet trembled, and his body suddenly became weak and unscrupulous as if it was cramped and bone-pulled, and slowly seeped out from his thighs.

You slut! Big feet gritted their teeth and cursed themselves fiercely. She felt more and more shameful about her feelings, so she quietly sighed, calming her heart again, but her hungry body was not as rational as her brain. She continued to feel the passion behind her uncontrollably. Slowly, the whole bed was filled with an unusual smell. It was the smell of a strong man. Her youth was full of blood and her big feet seemed to have sucked in the fragrance. She was slowly messy and tranced by this smell. A trace of her remaining rationality was almost about to collapse.

Is Qingsheng really going to be like his father said? Big Foot dared not think about it, but had to think about it. The determination and resentment that he angrily criticized Fugui now has disappeared. Big Foot didn't pay attention to such a change. She just worried that the result would be as she thought. If it was true, what would she do? But if not, she scolded Qingsheng on the head and face it, how ugly should the child look? After thinking about it, she didn't think of a result, which made Big Foot very embarrassed. Her heart was a mess and she got into a mess and then a thousand knots.

This thing that should have been cut off quickly, the big feet were not able to tear them tonight, so the big feet had to persist, just like Qiu Shaoyun ambushed in that ball of fire, roasting but still having to boil them.

This made Big Foot suddenly feel very tired and always so hung up, so she didn't even feel comfortable even when she could breathe. She didn't know when she would be the last one, but she didn't seem to have any better way, so she had to deceive herself and close her eyes tightly, pretending to be indifferent to everything.

So, in the hot bed, one was eager to try, the other pretended to be reserved

A gentle call from the birthday celebration filled with hunger made these things stop suddenly. At that moment, Big Foot breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, just like a prisoner who was to be sentenced suddenly heard the verdict. Whether it was dead or alive, it became less important.

Qingsheng was still screaming repeatedly. Mother was panting and a little incoherent. Her limbs tightened her body. Her lower body began to sway without any brains. The cock between her legs was arched again and again. Qingsheng, who was burned by desire, almost no longer cared about her. Even the sudden trembling of her big feet did not make him realize that he almost regarded this hot body as Aunt Qiao. Like many nights, she hoped that the place would open for him like a door. The hairy light was shining like a hungry catfish's mouth, squirming like a thirsty catfish's mouth

He tried to tear up the thin autumn pants of his mother's body, stretched his hand down from above and lifted up his shirt, touching his slightly raised belly, which was curled up in layers of wrinkled flesh, sweating was warm, making him want to continue to fall, but he still tried hard to extend his birthday.

When he was about to pick up the elastic band on the autumn pants, he was tightly held by a pair of equally warm hands. It was my mother's hand, trembling but so powerful

daughter……

Qingsheng called out a mournful voice, but Dafoot was still silent, gasping heavily but still defending the last line of defense so resolutely

Celebrating the birthday struggled hard, resisting desperately, the mother and the mother were like a silent fight, and the bed was filled with turmoil for a moment

Daily work makes the big feet physically stronger than the birthday celebration. After a while, the birthday celebration was a little weak, so I had to stop the stubborn attack in a discouraged manner and panted. Thinking about it, I was a little unwilling to accept it. My hands and feet wrapped around my big feet's body, and the arched butt was embedded in my birthday celebration. The mother and son were like pancakes folded together, tightly pressing them tightly.

Celebrating the birthday, the hard cock pressed against the middle of the two people again, like a pinned there, stubborn and stubborn, and immediately felt dizzy when he pushed his feet.

What kind of thing is this! The heart of the big feet was almost penetrated by this thing, and the swelling head was even thicker and more violent than before. It was like a fire stick, slowly burning the big feet. The big feet clearly felt the hideousness of the thing. This hideousness made the big feet mess up in an instant.

Just this thing is out of reach for Big Foot. During the nights, I was guarding a drooping object. Big Foot was so frustrated that it almost hit the wall. Even if it hooked the lock pillar, the ignorant child and the tender and clumsy little cock only filled the big Foot half full. Now, the thing was standing behind me tensely, and it was actually quite strong and strong. This made Big Foot frightened but still had a hint of excitement. Big Foot almost wanted to reach out, hold the thing in the palm of your hand, and touch it carefully.

What a pity, that thing was just a celebration of birthday. When I thought of this, Big Foot was so upset that I really wanted to howl. Is that a painting? I was so eager to look at it. Why didn’t God have a look?

...Mom, I can't stand it anymore

The birthday face was tightly pressed against my mother's back, and greedily breathing the smell on my mother's body. The smell was still so familiar, but there was some sweat and the two smells of sweat mixed together. It was like a dose of aphrodisiac that penetrated into my birthday's heart, making it harder to control my birthday, and whispered wildly. My hands grabbed my mother's plump breasts again, and grabbed her whole and unrestrainedly, so that her big feet almost screamed out. The legs of her big feet were tightly clamped, but no matter how tightly she clamped it, she still felt more and more clearly that it was like a river bank with slurry overflowing, and she had to struggle silently, but the more she struggled, the more she felt weak she felt

Son, celebrate your birthday, let me go...

Big Foot finally started to make a sound, she was almost about to collapse, and she really couldn't think of a better way to commit crimes...

I don't know if I'm talking about myself or my son

Celebration of birthday is like a red-eyed calf, concentrating on tearing her mother, taking care of her big feet but not her head, she just kept begging her mouth, and the voice was trembling but it was a unique charm for Celebration of birthday.

Celebration is used to hearing my mother's scolding at him. The voice of my mother tonight is more like a woman. Celebration makes Celebration even more crazy. She thrust her dick and hit her head like a headless fly. Every time she hits her big feet, her body will tremble violently. Celebration feels that the thing is getting bigger and bigger, like a stick, destroying her originally unsolid brick wall one after another. The big feet even feel their remaining will, like a collapsed mud and pink falling, and the thing on her butt is hit so hard that it is getting bigger and bigger, like a Dinghai Shen Needle, swaying in front of her eyes.

Tian Ah, Big Foot knows that he is finished, and what morals and ethics are becoming more and more dispensable in Big Foot's heart. Big Foot wants to turn around and grab that hot thing

The birthday hand hooked the elastic band wrapped around my mother's waist again and in time. This time he found that my mother's hand did not come in time, which made him secretly happy. His fingers were like fishy rats, and he stretched in, stroking the bulging flesh on my mother's belly, and placed it on the thick hair. The sweat stains in that place were wet and tangled into a ball, but when they were twisted, they were like a piece of smooth numbness.

Big feet called out with a sound, as if they were lit into a fatal hole, and they straightened their body. The two tightly closed thighs were stretched straight in an instant, but their hands never went down to tear off the birthday. They grabbed the head of the quilt in panic and held it tightly in their hands.

The fingers of the birthday are like a curved snake exploring in the messy grass. Unconsciously, the big feet subconsciously relaxed their thighs. The snake penetrated through the narrow gap and stumbled left and right in the slippery folds. All the nerves in the body seemed to be concentrated in that place, and were tied into a thread. The big feet were pulled out of nowhere on the body. The big feet, which was not trembling, finally couldn't help but scream again. It seemed that the snake had spread its fangs and held the tenderest piece of meat.

Big Foot could no longer close its mouth, and the humming was almost connected to a sound. I couldn't help but feel that the last trace of resistance of Big Foot was declared over. Big Foot suddenly wanted to keep calling like this, pouring out all the torture with these moans. The imprint of ethics and morality in my heart was already deeply stamped in my heart. At this time, it became so blurry and distant. Big Foot could no longer think about it. The strong desire and excitement were like waves after wave, rinsing all the marks on the shore and embankment.

Ah! Big Foot couldn't help but whine in pain in her heart. She couldn't stand this torment. If she continued, she felt that she would be crazy if she thundered, let it slash! The helpless stolen boats made Big Foot suddenly become crazy. Suddenly, she lifted the quilt, and her body seemed to be stabbed by a needle. She sat on the kang, her chest was like a bellows, and she was panting.

Qingsheng was startled and looked at his mother's violently undulating body. He was afraid that his mother would kick him off the kang in anger. He opened his mouth to say something. Before he could make a sound, he suddenly turned around and overwhelmed him on the kang. The open mouth didn't have time to close it. A piece of hot tongue stuffed in like a snake, sucking hungrily in his mouth.

Things became too sudden, which made Qingsheng a little scared. He almost subconsciously pushed it, but his mother's plump body covered him like a mountain, twisting and twisting. His hand pushed it over, but only touched a small jacket with sweat and wetness. It was bulging and swaying but could not shake the fat and plump two balls of meat. It was so tightly attached to his chest, and it was soft and ground into a millstone, like a bunch of cotton suddenly added in the cold winter. A stream of comfort that could not be said was comfortable, so comfortable that Qingsheng couldn't help but huh, then he hugged his mother tightly, pushing his cock up desperately, and stretched his tongue up, facing the tip of his mother's tongue, and the two of them snuggled into a place with sizzling sound.

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Ge Li said here, Xiaoxiong's mobile phone text messages reminded him one after another, so he had to reach out and take his phone over, look at it and put the phone aside.

who?

Kuzu Li-King

Your husband's cousin Melin!

what?

Nothing? Just ask me what I'm doing now? Xiaoxiong didn't tell Ge Li that Meilin's text message was reporting Xue Ming's movements

Ge Li looked at the clock on the wall and said: Oh, too much time is so fast! Brother Xiong, let’s go take a shower!

Not finished speaking yet! Xiaoxiong twisted her nipples and said

Tonight, a few of my classmates invited me and Dayong to dinner and let's take a shower, and told you while taking a shower!