Chapter 704 Netizens' self-report

After dinner, everyone was sitting in the restaurant chatting. Xiaoxiong returned to his room, took a shower first and then sat in the living room waiting for Yanyun to arrive.

It was almost 8 o'clock, and Yanyun didn't come either. Xiaoxiong thought that it must be the old witch Ruan Jiayin) who would not let her come.

Xiaoxiong walked into the study and opened the computer to log in to QQ. He saw the Oedipus Flash in the group. He typed greetings and asked: Didn’t you say that you have time to give me the story of you and your mother? Do you have time today?

Oedipus Mother Flash said: Wait for a while, I'm playing cards, I'll talk to you about this!

This Oedipus Flash only met last week. He spoke very well and was very refreshing. After chatting with Xiaoxiong a few times, he promised Xiaoxiong to tell Xiaoxiong the story of him and his mother another day.

Xiaoxiong waited for a while, and he sent a message saying: It's OK now, I lost so badly when playing cards just now!

Haha, everyone has a time to lose!

Well! I'll tell my story, you can just read it. Try not to interrupt my thinking, OK?

OK! Tell me!

This is called Oedipus Mother Flash. It is very fast to type. Often, before Xiaoxiong has finished reading a paragraph, another paragraph of his has been sent...

In addition to my parents, I have a sister who is nearly six years old and I am a sister who is nearly six years old. My father is a boat trip. He mainly runs European and American routes and is not at home for a long time, but he is also at home for a long time. I remember when I was young, my father could always stay for two or three months when he went home. However, as I entered junior high school, my father took less and less time at home. Later I found out the reason.

Not everyone can be a seafarer. It is hard for people who have not been running the boat for a long time to imagine the extremely lonely and bored mood of the crew during continuous sailing. So he likes to collect all kinds of pornographic photos, but after the others get ashore, they can only hide in the room and watch it secretly, while the father likes to share with his mother.

I remember when I was young, he would be eager to catch his mother and watch his latest gains as soon as he got home. Even if my sister and I were home from school, they would still take care of her. At the beginning, my mother was a little doubtful about my sister and I, but my father would always say: It doesn’t matter if the child doesn’t understand it!

My sister and I were still very young at that time, and only dared to peek around. However, in addition to watching the playback content, I would also secretly watch the expressions of my sister and adults. My sister's expressions were very interesting. Although they were much older than me, she was actually just a girl movie at that time, so the face of the fairy fight was always accompanied by a look of ignorance.

I believe you are not interested in Dad's expression, but I remember Mom's expression very clearly when she saw her excited eyes, her eyes would shrink slightly and enlarge. At this time, her eyes seemed to shine, and her lips would pursed from time to time, otherwise she would bite her lower lip.

Speaking of mother, in fact, from the outside, she is an ordinary housewife. Apart from the neighbors, her mother's social life is only to play cards with a group of aunts who are sailor wives. To be fair, she is not a beauty. In addition to her eyes, her facial features are only a face that can be said to be a goose egg-shaped face. With the delicate nose I think and the lips that are not sexy enough, unless you have strong makeup skills, you will basically not look back if you walk on the street without makeup.

Although she looks ordinary, her mother's skin is pink and fair; her father's salary for a boat trip is good, so she and the group of sisters and Taobao's skin care products are like they don't need money to wipe them. There is a saying that one white covers three ugly things. My mother's delicate skin adds a lot of points to her face; because of this, the age shown on her mother's face is about seven or eight years old and her actual age is about seven or eight years old.

As for the figure, it is the most proud thing in my heart. To be honest, I have never asked her about her measurements. I only know that she is 166 tall, about 53 kilograms of weight and 36D proud mother is so plump. According to her, it is all thanks to her sister and me. Starting from the B cup, every time she gives birth to a baby, she upgrades one cup.

Until I went to junior high school, I didn't notice that the relationship between my parents became colder. Even my father changed his habit of staying at home on holidays. He began to use various reasons to go out every few days without knowing anything about playing basketball all day, reading martial arts novels and playing games.

It was not until one day that my sister warned me to be careful about my family and said that my parents had a strange relationship. I started to pay attention slowly. I just didn't know it was too late. My father had an affair for two years, and my mother knew it in the first year of my father's affair. They had arguing several times when we were in school. At that time, my mother didn't believe that my father, who always followed his wife, would have a courageous relationship.

After I went to junior high school, my parents' marriage was dead in name only. Although I did not sign a divorce agreement, my father would not go home after getting off the boat. He had already lived with the woman outside.

My sister went out of town because she was in college, which was the lonely night when only mother and son were left. I heard her crying sound from my mother's room for the first time before leaving, I told me to comfort me and take care of my mother, but I was just a junior high school student, and I was at a loss when facing such a thing.

I remember the second night when my mother started crying, I was both panicked and afraid, but I didn’t know what to do. I always thought I had grown up and matured, but in the face of the crisis of the broken family, I realized that I was so weak. I entered my mother’s room and joined the crying ranks with my mother who had already cried.

From that night, my psychology changed a lot; for the first time in my life, I experienced the sense of crisis. My father didn’t know when he would officially break with my mother? If he really divorced, who would support his family? What would my mother do? Such worries made me start working hard in class, naively hoping that I could quickly replace my father’s role as a supplier. At the same time, when my mother was like a walking corpse every day, she tried to help her stand up again when she was like a walking corpse every day.

I try to perform well in my homework so that my mother doesn’t have to worry about it. After school, I have to take care of cooking, and I have to comfort my mother from time to time to try to chat with her everywhere so that she can get distracted from the pain.

Every night, as long as I notice my mother's crying, I will go to her room, hold her, and coax her to tell her that Dad doesn't want you anymore, but I want you, I will always love you and accompany you, until my mother fell asleep, and then I just slept beside my mother for convenience.

Fortunately, such days lasted only half a year, but when I saw my mother get better, I fell ill and probably gotten rid of the huge mental pressure. I had a fever for nearly four days, and it took almost two weeks to get really better. Fortunately, our class teacher knew a little about our situation, so I specially helped me make up for it later, otherwise that semester would have been over.

Although I was sick, the biggest gains in those two weeks was the relationship between me and my mother. She began to take me as the pillar of her psychology and mother told herself that she should not let her life be ruined by her father; she also wanted to stand up for me and set off again. This is the revolutionary emotion that made my mother and I become a mother and son who talked about everything.

The so-called "fullness" is thought of lust. After life finally got on the regular track, my curiosity about sexuality began to sprout. But for some reason, my mother naturally became the object of my desire to explore. At that time, there was no guilt in her mind. I just didn't know how to tell my mother that I was very curious about her body and wanted to find out.

Of course, this knowledge is taught in the school, but the teacher in charge at that time just asked the boys and girls to attend classes separately, and then asked the boys to read the textbooks themselves, so this knowledge quickly turned into a boring text.

After the first half of the semester of junior high school, I began to look at my mother's figure in daily life. Whenever I get the chance, I will stare at my mother's breasts and buttocks, trying to guess their size and shape. I sometimes feel excited when I accidentally touch them.

During the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school, I thought that if my sister went home for vacation, I would not be able to stay in my mother's room and never leave, but misfortune was the blessing. Once, I played a ball with my classmates. I jumped up and grabbed the ball because of a collision. As a result, I fell to the ground with my head and feet. Because I used my hand to block it, my right hand was broken and my left wrist was contusted. The doctor sentenced me to be a person who could not take care of myself for less than a month.

When I was wrapping plaster in the hospital, I couldn't help but be scolded by my mother, and I thought it was really exaggerating.

After that, my mother began to take charge of my daily life. I continued to sleep in my room with the far-fetched reason that my mother wanted to take care of me, but I was really shocked by my mother's anger in the hospital. In order to please her, I used the inconvenience of my hands to act coquettishly on many things, making her angry and pity-oriented.

Once when my mother helped me with a shower, my little brother got an erection. I don’t know if I did it on purpose at that time, but my mother smiled and said to me: You have grown up

I don't think my mother shows any disgust

After a few days, I begged my mother to help me clean the place below, but my mother did not refuse; but I didn't expect that my mother would use the bath sponge to scrub hard, so I not only didn't feel pleasure, but I felt pain instead. From my mother's cunning expression, I knew she did it on purpose.

When I was sleeping with my mother that night, in order to take revenge on her, I deliberately got close to her from behind. Sometimes I used my little cock to stick to my mother's buttocks, but that night, my mother didn't react; of course I continued to move the next night. Now I admire myself for having such inconvenient hands at that time, and I still had the intention to do this.

Speaking of my sister, I am not very close to me, but I can't say I'm unfamiliar, because we are so different in age, and there is no topic to talk about between us. She either goes out shopping with her friends or hides in the room and talks to her boyfriend on the phone. I have never been in a relationship. At that time, it was difficult to understand why the two of us had so much to say? But during the summer vacation, my sister really contacted her boyfriend almost every day.

However, there are some benefits for my sister to talk to the phone in the room. This makes me restore my hands and I can touch my mother's room before going to bed at night. My sister doesn't know that although my mother didn't drive me back to my own room, she is still more careful at home and almost never let me touch her

Out of naughty or some kind of revenge, I began to tease my mother boldly in front of my sister. I remember that once the three of us were going out. When I was wearing shoes, my sister looked at my feet and said: Look, you are not very tall, I didn’t expect your feet to be so big.

I didn't retort, but turned around and stared at my mother's chest with my eyes and said, "I'm so talented."

But the sister who is not sure about it looked at her mother's feet and said: No, she looks similar to me

I squeezed my eyes to my mother and said: Hey, I'm sure my mother is bigger than you. From beginning to end, my mother pretended to be fine, but when my sister walked out of the door, she immediately pinched me hard, and gave me a roll of eyes and other scenes that happened from time to time until my sister returned to the school dormitory

After my sister went back, her days returned to calm down. At night, she slept on the same bed with her mother and often harassed her. Sometimes she would turn over and pretend to be serious and tell me not to make trouble. But sometimes she seemed to care at all, and she still talked and laughed to me the next morning.

One day, I deliberately used the kind of lover-like hug I learned from the movie to greet my mother who had just returned home. I used my left hand and the right hand that had just removed the plaster to wrap around her body, so that my breasts could be pressed against my plump breasts. Because I was better, my mother didn't struggle much. More importantly, she was not angry, and just said: Don't hold me so tightly, my mother couldn't breathe.

Since then, I have started to eat my tofu every time I have been eating it

In the remaining two years of junior high school, sometimes my mother is in a bad mood or is very good, she will kiss my forehead and let me kiss her cheek; I find that if she kisses her when she is sulking, she will relieve her a lot.

When I was in the first grade of high school, my mother and I did a big cleaning together. Afterwards, my mother happily kissed me and asked me to kiss her on the cheek, but I kissed my mother's lips. She trembled, glared at me and said: Dare boy, how dare you eat your mother's tofu

Then she walked away, and this time she didn't look really unhappy

Before, I said that since junior high school, I have been sleeping in her bed in order to comfort my mother. In addition to being interrupted occasionally during my sister's winter and summer vacation, the other habit is rainy and rainy. Moreover, sometimes my mother will let me hug her and sleep, and even allow me to kiss her neck when I am happy, so I understand that my mother is actually not unbearable at all, or she wants to rush me back to sleep by herself.

As for the harassment of her mother, she became more and more bold under her ineffective warnings.

I remember a few nights when my mother fell asleep, I would secretly put my hand on her chest, gently hold her chest, and sometimes put her hand on her lower abdomen. My mother only woke up once, and she moved my hand away from her chest, turned around and knocked my head, and then fell asleep again.

So I became even more bold in the future. In addition to stroking my mother's body, I tried to gently rub my little brother against her thighs through her underwear after she was asleep. Sometimes if I felt very excited after touching her, I would secretly shoot my hand in the quilt, smelling my mother's hair fragrance while stroking it. I hurried to the bathroom when I was about to ejaculate.

So later when I was sleeping, I often liked to touch my mother. Sometimes I deliberately touched her breasts or vagina and other sensitive parts. Seeing her reaction, sometimes she would glar at me, sometimes scold me, and sometimes ignore me at all. I found that as long as I was very well-behaved in all aspects that day, my mother would have a high tolerance for me when I went to bed at night

Except for not letting me take off her underwear, my other parts were lost in my clutches over time.

Every night, I will take off my pajamas and underwear from the quilt first, and then start harassing my mother.

Starting from holding her breasts, I can slowly unbutton her pajamas. Then I can reach into my pajamas and touch my breasts without bras. I will reach out to touch my mother's lower body if I don't feel irritated. But just as I was about to reach into my mother's underwear, my mother pulled out my hand. My pajamas are all very conservative. Except for plaid or dot patterns, they are all two-piece styles. Usually, there are lapels and twisted buttons on the upper body.

Once, after I unbuttoned my mother's pajamas, I wanted to take off my pajamas, but then I pulled it below my buttocks. My mother suddenly turned around, lifted the towel and quilt, glanced at my erect penis and said to me: I took off myself and took off your mother naked, what do you want to do?

I was a little at a loss. My eyes only knew how to look directly at my mother's half-naked breasts through the dark eyes. When I heard her say this, I felt very excited. Seeing that I didn't say anything, my mother lay on my back and walked back to her back. I secretly approached her. I suddenly hugged her mother ass. I calmed down again and I just instinctively started rubbing my mother's butt with my erect little brother. Unexpectedly, my mother turned around and turned to lying on the bed.

I thought my mother didn't want me to do it, but after playing for a while, I felt bored and didn't know where to get the courage to hit. I held up and stepped on both sides of my mother's body, leaned down and gently pressed it behind my mother's back. From the darkness, I saw my mother's closed eyes, and there was no expression on her side face.

I put my hard penis between my mother's crotch without any instruction. Through the cotton underwear, I could feel the body temperature and softness coming from my mother's buttocks. I was very excited but cautious. I wonder if my mother would suddenly get angry. I ejaculated under this powerful stimulation, making me sticky between me and my mother

After almost half a minute, my mother held her up a little. I was very sensible and got off her back. My mother pulled a few pieces of paper from the bedside and wiped it a few times on my back. She then pulled a few pieces of paper and threw it to me. Then she got up and went to the bathroom. After ejaculation, I calmed down. I felt the complicated feeling in my heart, a little satisfied, a little shame and a little regret.

Not long after, my mother came out of the bathroom and asked me to take a shower and then go to bed quickly

The next morning, I glanced at my mother from time to time and found that she was the same as usual, and there was no abnormality on her face. Instead, when our eyes met, I felt a little embarrassed. Later, I knew that my shame was because my incompetence towards her was purely due to sexual desire. So when love and desire were intertwined with each other, even after more love than desire, I no longer felt ashamed.

After that experience, my mother used a few refusals to let me know that only on weekend nights can I have such intimate interaction with her. At other times, I can only sleep obediently, but in every intimate relationship, I can take off her until only a pair of underwear is left. Then she will turn over and let me lie naked on her back, rub her hips with her erect penis through different colors of cotton underwear until she ejaculated.

To this day I still admire my mother very much because except once, she has never used her body to threaten or supervise my studies. She has always kept this behavior between us in the category of a kind of intimate game between mother and son, and she did not mention it any time.

I remember very clearly that I entered the top five in the class in one final exam. You know, although I was in the fast class at that time, my qualifications were mediocre. Being able to squeeze into the top fifteen in the class was all hard to study. Such results were already my brain limit, and my mother knew this, so she was very happy when I went home to show off. When she asked me why I made such great progress, I blurted out that it was all for her.

She was so moved that she took the initiative to hug me and kiss me again and again. The hug and kiss were full of family affection, but as a high school student, there were only sperm left in her head except for the textbooks, so when she wanted to let me go, I hugged her and asked her what reward she had.

After breaking free from my malicious hug, she knocked on my head and said: I'll give you a chromogenic embryo long needle eye

Later that weekend night in the intimate time between mother and son, I just finished taking off my mother and getting on her, when my mother suddenly turned over and lay on the bed. Then she looked at me and closed her eyes. I once again realized the power of women. They could let their men know what they mean by just one glance.

With that look, I knew that my mother was going to be able to fight her head-on. I was lying on her body carefully. My penis touched my mother's lower abdomen for the first time. I leaned on my hands beside my mother's shoulders and kissed her lips involuntarily. My mother didn't shine or avoid it, so I let me kiss that. Almost at the same time, I slowly thrust her slowly tone to be honest. To be honest, my mother's lower abdomen brought me more pleasure than her buttocks. After all, the feeling of covering her buttocks is stronger, but what I almost ejaculated was the hands that my mother put on my waist, which gave me the illusion of having sex with her.

That night I ejaculated three times on my mother's lower abdomen and pubic bone. The third time I finally overcame the strong psychological pleasure and slowly enjoyed my mother's lower abdomen. But not long after, when I kissed my mother again, I felt my mother's lips lightly open, and a wet and smooth tongue came over. I almost instinctively reacted and immediately opened my mouth and met with my tongue. But I didn't expect that the pleasure of kissing my mother's tongue made me ejaculate in a few seconds. After ejaculation, I was extremely tired and turned off my mother's body and lay on my back on the bed.

Mom got up and looked at me. When she saw me showing a satisfied and tired smile, she cleaned me up for a while and asked me to take a shower. Later, my mother said that it was not very comfortable to press my hard against her belly. This is why she only asked me to do it once every time she met me face to face.

Because I was like her for the first time that day, she asked me to satisfy her. The third time she knew I would be longer, but she didn't want me to be that long, so she used the trick of kissing her tongue. But I didn't expect that in just a few seconds I couldn't help but ejaculate. Every time I recalled, she was very proud.

Although in the sense, I didn't really have sex with my mother, but such a secret game as ours also goes beyond the scope of intimacy between mother and son. However, no matter how good she is in or how outstanding I perform, my mother never asked me to take off her underwear. No matter how I beg, my mother can always gently but firmly refuse my further requests.

Perhaps it was because I really couldn't stand my heart and force her or say something that made her sad. After all, the impression of my mother crying loudly in my arms at that time really made me feel scared. In addition, I was just a perverted lust at the time. My mother was just a subject of research that I was curious about sex and dragged into the water. I never thought about forcing her, let alone rape her. I once sweared that I would never make her sad again, so later I didn't continue to test my mother, and I was willing to give me what she could at that time. Accepting that was my mother's bottom line

But in addition to my mother helping me, I also helped my mother successfully. That time, because it was my birthday, my mother's cooperation was very high. I ejaculated twice on her back and once in front of me. My unworthy child then realized that that day was actually a difficult day for mothers, so I decided to ask my mother to feel as comfortable as I did that night that night.

Just as my mother was about to get up to go to the bathroom, I hugged her and pulled her back to the bed. She smiled under me and asked if I was not satisfied yet? I didn't answer. She just kissed her gently. My mother seemed to feel my love, and her squinting eyes radiated from time to time.

After the lips were separated, I whispered in her ear to thank her for everything she did for me

At that time, there seemed to be water flowing in my eyes.

I moved her to me and let her lean into my arms, begging her to agree to a request, and I would not take off her panties. In order to be afraid that she would not agree, I had already reached her panties from behind her and occupied half of my mother's vagina along the pink buttocks. I just didn't expect that my mother would chuckle from my ears. Then I realized that my mother had no resistance from the beginning.

I further tried to convince her that she had nothing to do, just enjoy it

I felt her nod slightly

I hugged her tightly excitedly

Then I adjusted my posture, first leaned myself against the head of the bed, then asked my mother to turn around and let her sit between my legs, leaning back in my arms. I looked at my mother's side face from behind. At that time, she closed her eyes, except for a hint of shyness, basically looked quite calm.

I asked her to bend her legs, and gently stroked her mother's abdomen with her left hand, and slowly stroked her inner thighs with her right hand. After a while, her right hand slowly reached into her underwear. From there, the first thing I felt was my mother's plump pubic hair, each of which was long and soft to the touch.

I was not in a hurry to capture my mother's vagina in one breath, but I kept stroking the part close to the labia with my fingertips back and forth until I felt my mother open her thighs slightly, and then I let my palm cover my mother's vagina. First of all, there was a warm and tender feeling. With the gentle pressing, I tried to piece together my lower body in my mind.

Although there are a lot of hair, you can still feel that my labia majora are quite thick

I didn't touch it a few times and found that there was a place that made my mother tremble. I guess that's the so-called clitoris

So I used my palms and fingers, from slow to fast, and I kept rubbing, rubbing, and squeezing my mother's vagina, pressing my mother's legs slightly spread out from the beginning, and opened a little more with the pleasure, but later it slowly closed, which felt like I was about to clamp my hand, and at the same time, my mother's body was also twisting slightly.

I don't know how long it took, but her legs suddenly clamped my hand. In the next five seconds, my mother seemed to stop moving. Then from her lower abdomen to her legs, she began to contract irregularly, saying it was a contraction, but not completely. I only knew that my mother was trembling, and the frequency slowly eased over time.

I kept holding her until she held her up from me and turned around and gave me a deep and long kiss. Although it was not the first time that my mother kissed me on her own initiative, it was the first time that I felt like I was a complete lover. Later, we took a shower in the bathroom in her room and came out of the bathroom. I lay next to my mother. My mother turned around and hugged me and fell asleep like this.

In addition to helping my mother with my hands, I also asked her to help me with my hands. If her period happened to be on the weekend, mother-son time, I would ask her to help me with my hands, because from past experience, we can see that during the period of menstruation, my mother didn't like to let me rise and fall on her.

This kind of intimate contact between my mother and me accompanied me through the heavy and extremely heavy school courses in high school. I vented my psychological pressure on countless weekends. At the same time, my love for her as a woman is getting deeper and deeper.

Finally, I ushered in the most important exam in my life at that time. In order to concentrate, I moved back to my room to sleep alone. Otherwise, I would never be able to calm down if I put such a tempting woman by my side. My mother knew this, so when I made a request, my mother was not disappointed.

During those five months, in addition to ordinary care and greetings, I noticed that she was deliberately conservative in her daily dress. In addition to trousers or trousers, this is not to say that my mother usually tempts me. She just tried to make me not have such thoughts. She was too worried. Under the busy review and huge mental pressure, I couldn't get interested in sex at all.

After the college entrance examination, I felt relieved and went out shopping with my classmates all day long. After all, during those months, my classmates were the only close comrades from each other and naturally had to realize the various ambitions I made during my hard study. In addition to playing electric games for three consecutive days and three nights, I was not only able to supplement the various comics, video games and sports information I put down because of the exam. I either played ball with my classmates or went shopping together.

In short, there was almost no day that I didn't go out for a few weeks. After returning home, I was exhausted and went back to the room to sleep.

I just neglected my mother without notice

Two or three weeks later, my mother finally couldn't help it and asked me if I had time to accompany an old lady to have dinner on the weekend. At first, I asked who it was? She saw that my face was not fake, so she glared at me and said: Who else would be there be besides your yellow-faced woman?

I remembered it at this time and said apologetically: Mom... I have neglected you a little over the past few weeks... I'm sorry...

Dead boy, I just remember Ah now, how do you compensate Mom Ah?

I was so sad that I thought that a French restaurant my classmate took me to tasted good. I immediately suggested asking her to try it on the weekend, and my mother agreed happily

That weekend, my mother dressed up deliberately; since I have been growing up and remembered, I have never seen my mother be so beautiful; a thin-shouldered dress and a chiffon coat made her look younger, and the light makeup on her face and her outfit looked like a woman over 40 years old, she actually looked like a newly married young woman.

I stared at her and was a little stunned

When my mother saw the dementia on my face, she showed a very satisfied expression and said: How about it? When you go out and meet an acquaintance, you won’t be ridiculed, right?

Mom... You dress so beautifully like this... I didn't expect you could wear a dress...Ah!...

I was suddenly knocked on my head. Do you mean my mother is usually very poor in shape?

I quickly clarified: No, no, I just never saw you dress like this before, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful... Mom covered her mouth and smiled so happily and proudly. I don't remember what the dishes were like that night, I just remember my mind was full of my mother's frown and smile. It was also from that night. In my mind, my mother became a combination of half a virtuous and beautiful mother, and the other half a beautiful woman.

In the following days, my love for her increased day by day, and I finally made an important decision

For this decision, I secretly contacted her sisters and Taoists to plan a birthday surprise for her

On her mother's birthday, she thought it was just a small celebration between mother and son, but she didn't expect that when she entered the restaurant, she found that all her friends, sister and her boyfriend appeared.

That night, my mother was very moved and happy. Under the constant instigation of the terrifying aunts, my mother drank a lot of red wine. These women were quite scary when they drank, and their faces were flushed.

During the dinner, the aunts kept mentioning how envious they were of mother for having such considerate children; after drinking, they were even more polite. They even said that there was such a son, no wonder that mother didn't have to find a lover, which made me proud from beginning to end. It was really unintentional, and the listener was intentional.

After the end, my sister and her boyfriend went to see a movie. My mother and I went home and I suggested going to the mountain to see the night view. My mother happily agreed.

The mountain is a little cold, but since my mother and I both drank some wine, it didn't feel cold

I was not drunk at all, but my face was a little red; through the lights on the observation deck, I could see that my mother was just a little drunk, but I couldn't forget the charm she showed under the smell of alcohol. She was like a blooming flower, blooming with the charm and confidence that only a fully mature woman would have. At that moment, I found that I really fell in love with her.

I had that feeling more or less when I was very close, but this time I felt confident and at ease about falling in love with her. I became more and more sure that the next action would be right. After confirming that there was no one around, I suddenly hugged my mother from behind. My mother whispered softly, like countless times before, I kept breathing the fragrance of my mother between her neck with my nose. My mother kept smirking, but there was no intention of pushing me away.

I took another breath and said: Mom...I love you!

I felt that my mother seemed to be moved, and then she pulled out a tender girdle from my arms, stroked my cheek and said to me: Well, mom loves you too

I continued: I am not that kind of family love, I really love you, I want to have you for the rest of my life. After hearing this, my mother gently broke out of my arms, turned around and looked at me with a very gentle look. I couldn't find a trace of surprise from her face. Then I took out the prepared small box from my pocket, knelt on one knee, and said word by word: Juanjuan, I love you, can I marry me?

Later I remembered that this was really a cliché, but at that time I found that my mother saw a gold ring I bought with the pocket money I saved in the box, a very small gold ring. Her eyes were filled with tears. Before I could ask, she pulled me up and threw it into my arms. I hugged her, my heart full of questions, I wondered if she had agreed or not.

After a long time, I heard my mother say quietly: What should we do with our mother-son relationship?

After listening to it, I felt even more happy than receiving the college admission notice later. I hugged my mother tighter and then replied: Of course I am still in Ah, but you are also my woman. My mother said: Oh... Then you are miserable, because it is natural for my son to listen to his mother; it is natural for my husband to listen to his wife... Um...

I kissed her before I could finish my mother's words

That was the first time I kissed my mother in a few years without any sexual desire.

When I got home, I found that my sister had not come back yet. After asking my mother to take a shower first, I sat in the living room and thought about all the things that happened over the years. Suddenly, I felt that all of this was like a dream, especially the extraordinary intimacy between me and my mother.

But what should I do next? Should I break through the last layer of this relationship? Or should I continue to maintain such a semi-platonic relationship? I don’t even know whether I want to go over and sleep next to my mother tonight

After that, even when I was taking a shower, I was still troubled by the future

Unexpectedly, as soon as I got out of the bathroom, my mother called me into her room and said that she was tired of walking just now and wanted me to give her a massage. I was respectful and better to go into my mother's room. After I found that there was a small light in the room, she was still wearing the same pajamas and lying on the bed as usual.

Although she had just agreed to marry her son a few hours ago, there was no abnormality on her mother's face now. She was waiting for me as if she had been intimately communicating with me every weekend. Of course, I was caressing her for 70% caressing and three-point massage when I was helping her with massage.

After a while, I began to kiss my mother's back gently. After a while, my mother turned over. I naturally reached out to remove all my clothes. With my mother's cooperation, I removed my mother's pajamas and bra. My breasts that were slightly drooping due to their fullness were exposed to the air again. I started to kiss her eyes and nose slowly from her forehead, and raged on her lips for a long time before I started kissing her cheeks, neck, and collarbone until her tender breasts.

After occupying my mother's breasts with her mouth, she took her pajamas to her buttocks. However, she had a tacit understanding with her over the years, so she knew that she would take off the rest of the body again. My mother asked me to ride on her body and use her pubic bone to experience my love for her again through her underwear.

From my mother's face, I knew she enjoyed the whole process very much, including my continuous kissing of her cheeks and shoulders, and the heavy breathing sounds in her ears from time to time. She lay under me until I sprayed it out, making the abdomen of the mother and son so sticky that it was so sticky that it was too late for me to be

After the first time, I turned over and lay on my side beside my mother. I pulled a few wet tissues from the head of the bed and helped her and me clean it up. I remember that my mother was very moved. When I was on her, I could feel her heartbeat very quickly and her face was a little flushed. I lay beside her and wanted to give her some special service, a memory that would make her unforgettable.

After thinking hard, I made a bold decision

I leaned over and hugged my mother, and with my mother's understanding, I asked her to lie on me and let her put her body in a curious way. My mother looked at me curiously, not knowing what kind of slander I was fighting.

I kissed her first, and then said in her ear: Mom...

Um?

Thank you, you just made me feel so comfortable

Um

Today is a very special day...so...I want to give you a memory that you can't forget, okay? Mom didn't say a word, just kissed me on the neck

I swallowed and then said in her ear: I think...I want to kiss your feet... Mom just said in a low voice: I have to ask...

I asked my mother to lie down, picked up her pink jade feet and kissed her slowly, and then took each toe in sequence, licked each toe and kissed each inch. After I slowly followed the instep, I kissed my mother's ankles, and moved up inch by inch to my mother's calves. My legs were beautiful, with just the right proportions. The thighs were tight and the calves were slender. There was no muscle in the calves. The horns of the calves were only rounded lines.

What fascinated me even more is that because I have been wrapped in clothes for a long time, my mother's beautiful legs are very white and greasy. At first glance, I swallowed a few saliva, but these legs are not my final goal tonight. I got up and stepped on both sides of my mother's body and bent down, and said in her ear: Mom...I...I want to see if you are underneath...

After saying that, my eyes looked at my mother with great anticipation. My mother calmed down, looked at me with deep eyes, and then closed her eyes again

I knew my mother had tacitly agreed to me, so I kissed her excitedly, and then continued from her calves that had just been kissed halfway upwards, kissed her little by little, and then turned to the inside to develop my mother slightly spread her knees as I went deeper, so that I could kiss her to the depths of her thighs.

As I kissed my left leg to my right leg, I gently took off my mother's light green underwear with gorgeous flowers and lace edges. My mother raised her hips slightly and let me take it off smoothly. The place I saw was a black and plump grass, which looked so soft.

I carefully bent my feet from my mother's legs with my hands, then carefully pulled them away from my knees and couldn't wait to try my mother's most private place. In addition to the vigorous pubic hair, my mother's labia majora is indeed very thick. The two labia minora are soft and drooping on the inside of the labia majora protecting my mother's delicate clitoris. Compared with the white and greasy thighs, my mother's vagina looks darker in color, close to brown or light coffee.

I could no longer help but lowered my head and kissed my mother's lower body. Just like I usually kissed my mother, I tried to change different angles to taste her plump lips when I just kissed her. My mother's lower abdomen shrank inward. From the corner of my eyes, I caught my mother's move of pressing her hands on her mouth and not letting her exhale.

The first time I helped my mother have a blowjob, I was completely disorganized, and I only wanted to let my lips and tongue taste the beautiful bastard in front of me; except for the clitoris, labia and vaginal opening, my mother did not escape the attack of her perineum, and gradually became sore, but except for being in the sexual plateau period, she didn't seem to have an orgasm.

Fortunately, I was quick to learn and quickly changed my tactics; when I used my lips and tongue to attack the clitoris with fire, I squeezed the entire vagina with my palms and pressed the entire vagina many times, and learned that the depths of my vagina were not the most sensitive place for my mother. The vaginal opening and the inner side of the labia minora were the key to her orgasm. This two-sided attack made my mother no longer reserved and reached the top in less than two minutes.

In the pleasure of orgasm, my mother curled her delicate body and her body twitched frequently. From the fine sweat on her nose and the flush between her cheeks and chest, my mother had an orgasm. I was proudly patrolling my masterpiece up and down, and my heart was full of pride. In addition to her work performance, what else can a man feel more accomplished than making a woman feel ecstatic?

Just as I was thinking about something else to do next, the sound of the key opening in the living room was heard, and I jumped up and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock. I hurriedly pulled a thin quilt to cover my mother, then quickly put on my clothes and pants.

I deliberately raised my voice and said to my mother: Then let's decide this way

Put my mother's briefs into her pocket and leave her room as if nothing had happened

When my sister saw me come out of my mother's room, she asked casually: What have you decided on with mom?

No, I'm going to invite my mom to the movie on the weekend

I'll just say perfunctory

My sister joked: If you can’t catch a girl outside, just attack your mother?

It's just a little filial piety, not like someone... It's really a girl who is too young to stay, alas... Ah!

Before he finished sighing, he was praised by his sister.

Dare, dare you care about your sister?

After saying that, my sister went into the room without looking back

You are a nurse now, can you learn to be gentler?

I complained to her back

That night was a surprise, but in order to make up for the lie, I had to take my mother out to watch a movie on the weekend

Before going out, I was amazed at my mother's elegant and young outfit again; a light-colored knitted top with embroidered soft gauze and dark cropped pants on the lower body, which looked like a young woman in her early thirties after watching the movie. After watching the movie, I took her to the night market. Because my mother was wearing a pair of black open-toed high heels, her cute toes looked whiter and tender. I suddenly remembered the night I kissed my mother's toes before, and my little brother couldn't help but feel a little ready to move. Later, when I was shopping, I seized the opportunity to stare at my mother's calves and toes.

It was already past nine o'clock when I got home, and my mother went straight into her room. Because my sister had already returned to the hospital to work, I took a shower and knocked on my mother's door and went in. At the first glance, I saw my mother leaning on the bed and flirting with magazines. I climbed onto the bed and hugged her, and habitually put my head close to my neck and smelled my mother's body fragrance.

Mom asked while laughing: Why are you staring at my feet like a porn maniac today?

Haha...I don't know...I just think my mother's feet are very beautiful and tempting...

After saying that, I turned to my mother's feet, picked up my mother's jade feet, rubbed and sucked my mother's white and tender feet again.

Mom couldn't help itchy and kept giggling. After I kissed her legs, my mother cooperated to let me taste a fat abalone meal again.

Afterwards, I lay on my side next to my mother, holding her head with my hands, quietly enjoying the tempting beauty of my mother recovering from orgasm.

As the climax gradually subsided, my mother's white and beautiful legs gradually stretched out, but they didn't get together as usual. Her seductive legs were still spread apart. Seeing that my mother had almost recovered, I signaled her to lie on the bed. At this time, my mother suddenly reached out and pulled me to her, and then she kissed me sweetly. While kissing, she gently turned me under her, and her legs were spreading beside my waist.

The tongues of both sides inevitably tangled, and the little brother had become extremely firm. I tried hard to press my mother to the bed, but my mother still refused to cooperate and turned over. I warned my mother with a slightly narrowed eyes, saying that if she was disobedient, I would stab her directly in and ruin her chastity.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, my mother closed her eyes and turned her face to go

I was stunned for a moment, but that was my mom's acquiescent hint!

At that time, my heart was leaping at a rapid speed. I swallowed a mouthful and started fighting with the gods: The one lying under me is not an ordinary woman, she is my own mother! Do you really want to fuck me? After entering, there is no way back... But isn't this mature mother the best companion for my first sex? Will there be more ecstasy experience than being unrestrained and unrestrained on my beloved mother? No matter what, even if it will be wrong, or if my mother will regret it afterwards, I will taste this beautiful beauty and enjoy her mature body. I will fuck the pretty mother under me well!

In the flash, I had overcome my psychological barrier and kept my upper body posture unchanged. My thighs were put together, put my knees between my mother's legs and slowly spread them. My mother really slowly cooperated with me to open my thighs. I bent my waist and used a hand to help my angry penis. The experience of pointing to my mother several times before is now useful.

After successfully letting my glans press against my mother's vagina, I looked at my mother's face and slowly pushed my penis into my mother's body until it was all over... I shouted in my heart. The whole process was so exciting.

We did it three times that night, and I heard from my mother that it only took less than fifteen minutes. When she occasionally asked her mother to beg for mercy in the bed, she would take it out and tease me. If I didn't let her go, my mother would call me softly: Flash, Flash...

This hateful name will make me soften within three seconds, and it will be tried and tested

After having a fixed sex life with my mother for half a year, I finally thought about helping her calculate her safety period. When I asked her the first time she asked her how to calculate, she smiled and asked why? I said that because I care about my mother's health, Ah, she immediately seemed very touched. My menstrual period usually comes quite accurately. Under normal circumstances, it is only a day or two gap, and then it will be almost clean in five days.

Learning to help, you will naturally avoid ejaculation in your mother during dangerous times. At that time, you thought that as long as you didn’t ejaculate, you wouldn’t get pregnant. You didn’t know that there was a certain danger as long as you inserted it, and you even just knocked on the door with your glans. It didn’t guarantee safety. After learning this information, you ran to ask your mother if she knew it. My mother said seriously, why didn’t she know? I asked her in surprise if she wasn’t afraid of pregnancy? She giggled like a prank being discovered.

It turned out that after learning about her father's affair, her menstrual affairs were all messed up due to heavy blows and extreme depression. Fortunately, after the sister in the nursing department asked their counselor, she asked her mother to take low-dose contraceptive pills to help adjust her menstrual period was normal. She would take it a few times occasionally.

I had something to eat the night before I promised to have sex with me, so she didn't worry about pregnancy at all when she had sex with me the next day, but since that night she took long-acting birth control pills. After listening to my mother's explanation, I immediately protested and pretended to be dissatisfied and asked her that since that's the case, why don't I just let me ejaculate in every time?

Mom gave me a blank look and said: You just care about your own comfort!

Are you uncomfortable?

I hugged my mother and said

Mom pinched me and said with a smile: What's so comfortable?

If you don't tell me, be careful, I'll cum in the future...

I pretended to be threatening

Little pervert, do you dare? Mom looks like she is sure to eat me

Seeing that my mother refused to explain the reason honestly, I had to ravage her cherry lips with my mouth before I gave up

As I gradually understand the worldly ways, I understand more and more the secret of my mother's psychology. Mom is actually a person with a strong desire for control. Although the problem of my father's affair mainly lies with my father, this desire for control cannot be said to be completely inseparable.

Since I had an intimate relationship with my mother, my mother tried to master the time that intimate relationships could happen. After having sex, not only time, but also my mother also controlled the location and the number of times. My mother didn't ask me to wear a condom (mainly because she felt uncomfortable), so whether she could ejaculate was naturally a means of control.

It seems a bit scary to say this, but in fact she is very accommodating to me. Perhaps it was her father's betrayal that made her somewhat understand, so she improved a lot in her relationship with me.

In addition, I have always been with my mother. My father, who has been on the boat for a long time, was not around when his two children were born, which made my mother feel insecure. My never-before is naturally relieved.

Now that I think about it, it’s no wonder that after sharing the joy of my body with my mother, what makes me feel profound is nothing more than the few times that I have made my mother accommodate me.

The Flash's story ends here, and asks: Are you still there? Xiaoxiong answers: Of course!

Oh, seeing that you haven't made any noise, I thought you were gone, isn't it very attractive to me?

No, very good! Although it is very subtle, it is very real!

That's good, I don't have any moisture here!

Well, I can see that, let’s continue!

Mother Oedipus ￡ Flash Then I sent it one by one: Looking back, even no matter what the future is, there should be nothing more impressive than the first time between my mother and me. When I first entered my mother's body, I honestly don't know if it was tight or not. I have never had a partner to compare with other girls.

Some students said that the first time I had a virgin, it was called tight. If that was the case, then the mother was not tight, but she had not had a good time with others for several years. So although I remembered that I had entered my mother smoothly, there was also a feeling of flesh everywhere around me. In fact, the tightness was all thought afterwards. The most important thing I felt for the first time was the warmth and smoothness in my mother's body. It was said that the smoothness was because after accumulating a certain amount of experience on my mother, I realized that I would feel slippery when I entered the vagina that was ejaculated. As for the foreplay, the feeling was different when I entered the first time. Although it was also slippery, it would not be as wet as water.

In short, at the beginning, my mother's love juice will be a little thicker and back to the topic. I don't know how many times I have practiced with my mother for the first time in my head, but I waited until I really experienced it myself to discover what it is: as fast as the wind, as Xu Rulin, as invasion as fire, it would be strange if I was not happy! No matter how powerful I had imagined before, the first time I had sex with my mother should not be more than a minute. In just a few dozen seconds, in addition to the strong physical pleasure, the spiritual pleasure also brought a huge impact.

As long as I think of the chaotic and varied attacks under me, I was a completely mature woman. I thought that my mother must have made some psychological preparation before I entered her body, which made me more eccentric about the edge of ejaculation.

Finally, I looked up at my mother and saw her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowning. Although her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were slightly trembling. Her lips were slightly opened, as if she was about to hum but couldn't make a sound. The fatal scene made me unable to bear it anymore. I only knew that I hugged my mother tightly, and pressed her lower body against her legs and burst into my mother's body.

I really felt like I ejaculated a lot that time, maybe more than the first time I was rubbing between my mother's buttocks and ejaculation, and the penis was still firm after ejaculation. I gently kissed my mother with my mouth to express my gratitude for her generous donation of her body. My mother generously accepted my love. Not long after that, her butt began to thrust involuntarily again.

The second time was better, but I didn't hold on for more than five minutes and then I defeated my mother's extremely beautiful body again. Since I really wanted my mother to have an orgasm, I still hugged her and refused to let her get up to clean up after exiting my mother. I took a short rest and prepared mentally. I and I held the ceremony of Zhou Gong three times together.

I remember the third time I was thrusting slowly and cautiously, but several times I still had to urgently brake under the stimulation of the strong pleasure, and it took a long time to stop and stop for a while.

After all, mother and son are connected to each other. Mom felt my intention and persistence. She kissed my cheek and then said softly in my ear: Silly child

Then he hugged me, lifted her slender legs and wrapped them around my buttocks. I didn't know how to use force, but I just felt like I was clamping my vagina and sucking me. With a loud bang, I was very unwilling to ejaculate deep inside my mother's body.

I turned over from my mother and lay beside her. My mother got up and rested her head on my chest for a while before going into the bathroom to take a shower. Although I was exhausted, I still waited until my mother finished washing before going to the bathroom to clean it. Later, I only remember that I slept with my mother that night until I woke up at about 11 o'clock the next morning.

In the next few weeks, my mother said she felt like she was back to her newlywed day.

We broke the tacit understanding of the past and had to do it once every two or three days

My mother was actually very surprised by her physical reaction and my progress in bed; during the sex process, my mother did not deliberately guide me, but she felt that my movements were getting gentler, and she could make her feel more comfortable and closer to orgasm every time.

What puzzled her the most was her own body; I can say that she had no skills at all, and she only relied on her youthful physical strength, and even so, my mother still felt happy, so when my mother was sent to orgasm for the first time in the third week, she was a little surprised, but not so surprised

When I first had sex with her, what made me crazy the most was the pleasure of the penis thrusting in her vagina. It was not until later that I became enjoying the feeling of having sex with my mother. It can be said that I had tended to be sensory enjoyment before, and I was very glad that it later became a dual enjoyment of both physical and mental aspects; the latter really made people feel more satisfied.

But my mother is the opposite of me. At first, she was spiritually satisfied and physical pleasure. Later, she followed her mother and said that she didn't find anything on her father, but she didn't expect to find it on her son.

I replaced my father's position, allowing my mother to participate in the deepest love between men and women in my family. The feeling of intertwining family affection between mother and son made her unable to control herself, so although she has always avoided facing it, she knows deep down that the sex between us will happen sooner or later.

Because of love, my mother once asked a question that made me love and be pity. She asked me if I would feel a little regretful when I gave it to her who was not a virgin for the first time?

I kept repeating the promise that I loved her, so I had no regrets at all. I made up a far-fetched reason saying that if I was a virgin with my dear one, I would be sad for the first time, and it might make me feel psychologically shady. But because my first formation gave her, I still recalled it endless sweetness and touching. These comforts seemed to be very bad, but at that time my mother seemed very satisfied.

As the schoolwork became busier in college, the sex between mother and son returned to the nights every weekend

As love and desire increase, every intimacy is no longer limited to physical communication. My mother and I will share with each other's big and small things that we encountered in that week during the gap of sex. As time goes by, we also begin to share the psychological journey of incest with each other calmly.

Once I asked my mother when she started to consider or was willing to have sex with me? In addition to the reasons mentioned above, my mother also said that she bravely faced the possibility and consequences of mother-son sex for the first time. After promising me to help her with oral sex, she said that in addition to the obstetrician and gynecologist, if a woman is willing to open her legs and expose her private parts to your eyes so that you can appreciate them carefully, then she must have accepted the possibility of having sex with you.

So that night when she promised me to let me see her lower body and enjoyed my oral service, as long as I asked for it on my own initiative, or if I had any hints from Yunyu to go to Wushan with her, I would definitely be able to possess her successfully, but I didn't do that, which made her a little regretful, and also a little relieved. She learned that I was not a person who would take advantage of others' danger, so she felt more at ease about handing over herself to me.

Speaking of licking my mother's lower body, it is probably because we almost do it after taking a shower every time. So I remember that my mother's lower body always has a soap fragrance. As for the taste, it depends on when it licks it like my mother's lower body has no taste. At most, it makes me lick it until it gets out of the water and it will have a little salty smell and there is a smell that I don't know how to describe it. Let's call it sex pheromones!

But when it comes to water, it is not like it. The love juice secreted by my mother's lower body is transparent. It will slip when fresh. It will become sticky after a long time. Anyway, it is a bit like the feeling of adding water to egg white. Generally speaking, in addition to the light salty taste when my mother is excited, it occasionally has a slight scent like yogurt. This is what I remembered after eating the original yogurt.

When my mother tastes the most severe, she was sweating all over the hot day, but no one would smell good at that time. In addition, it was probably before the menstrual period, and then there was a faint fishy smell on her lower body, but I never refused to lick her down because of this.

I remember asking my mother what it felt like to be inserted. At first, she refused to say it until she couldn't stand my hands wandering on her and kissing her constantly entangled with her. She said frankly that night was hard to describe psychologically. She felt a bit scared and thought that we might not be like this. But on the other hand, she felt guilty about breaking through the taboo and looking forward to my entry.

Physiologically, she only knew that her heart was beating so fast and exaggerated. She seemed to jump out of her chest and waited for me to enter. She was a little nervous. She usually helped me to pistol and knew that my thickness was average, but the length was relatively long and the glans was relatively large (I understand in my heart that the so-called comparison is my father's), so she decided not to bend her legs, just lay flat and spread beside my crotch to the point that I only remember that my mother's heart was beating very fast, but she couldn't remember how her legs were swayed.

My mother also asked me about my deepest impression. Of course, the first time I said I went to the county and city where I was. When I went to see my sister, I immediately remembered it. After I remembered it, I glared at me and made me laugh and said, "Why is my mother so good at holding grudges?"

Mom glared at me because when I was about to go home from the hotel, I thought I had three hours to check out, so I pushed my mother down on the double bed. Before my mother asked me to push her in half, she told me not to ejaculate.

I originally thought so, but I don’t know if it was because it was too stimulating, and I ejaculated when I pulled out only the glans. At that time, I simply kept pushing in again and ejaculated the remaining thick semen into my mother’s vagina.

It was very pleasant when I ejaculated, and I felt embarrassed after ejaculation, so I had to apologize to my mother

Mom just glared at me angrily and said: I knew you would do this

Later she went to the toilet to clean it up, but she didn't expect to scream in the toilet. It turned out that I was wrongly reading the time. She thought it would take at least an hour to check out, but only ten minutes left, so she only cleaned it up for a while and put on her clothes and hurriedly pulled me to check out!

Afterwards, we took the train back. My mother looked at me unhappily along the way. I was still thinking maybe it was because I was still interested in such a hurry and didn't keep my promise, so my mother got angry. On the way back, I tried all my best to make her angry and turn her anger into joy, but it didn't seem very effective.

After a few days, my mother explained that she was not angry because of the hasty sex, or because I didn't keep my promise. She was angry because I misread the time. If there were less than two hours left, she wouldn't have let me succeed.

As for the breach of contract, she forgot to take birth control pills because she came out to play, so she was actually calculating her ovulation period at that time, but I kept kissing her so she couldn't calculate it well at all. She only knew that she should be in the safe period at that time, but she was not very sure, so she told me not to ejaculate.

Later, she was not allowed to get cum inside, but because I miscalculated the time, she couldn't take a good shower at all, and there was no time for the large stream of semen that I ejaculated, so I could only apply it for a few seconds and put on my clothes and check out as soon as possible.

Later, when she arrived at the station, she wanted to go to the toilet to clean it up, but she didn't expect that there were not only many people inside, but also looked very unclean. She had to go to the sales office to buy a pack of sanitary napkins, and when she entered the toilet compartment, she put sanitary napkins on it and came out.

Actually, my mother was always nervous on the train, because she felt that my semen was about to flow out shortly after the train started. Although there was a sanitary slurry to suck it, she was afraid that there would be a odor. For those who don’t know the smell, it would be fine. Experienced people will not smell it wrong, so her nervousness can be imagined

In order to punish me, she didn't allow me to touch her for two weeks

Thinking about it now is a bit unworthy

The third-ranked memory belongs to my experience of having an affair with my mother several times. The whole situation is both weird and exciting when my sister got married. My father had already divorced her mother for a long time; the house and the deposit were given to my mother, and to some extent, my father set out again with the woman outside him.

But before my sister wanted to marry her boyfriend, the other party's family not only asked her father and mother to attend together, but also stayed together forty-nine days before the wedding, so as not to let her parents down. The other party's family members communicated very well on matters such as betrothal gifts, dowry and wedding banquets, and the wedding date had to take time off. However, the two points were not allowed to give in, and the mother had no choice but to agree. So the family was a little embarrassed during the day. During the day, my father sometimes went back to the woman's house, sometimes went out with friends, and I had to go to class and report.

At night, the mother and son slept in their own room, while the father slept in the living room

Since my dad was at home at night, of course I didn’t have the chance to have sex with my mother for more than a week. After confirming that my dad was asleep, I sneaked into my mom’s room and thought that even if I didn’t really have sex, my mom would give me a slap with my hands to make it work. Ah went into my mom’s room and found that she was sleeping well, so she had to run to my mom’s bathroom to get her brass and panties that she had changed.

The next night, I found that my mother was still asleep, so I had to continue to change her underwear that she had not washed yet to vent. Two days later, when I went into my room to replenish her fresh underwear, my mother suddenly sat up from the bed and turned on the bedside lamp. This behavior scared me.

Mom looked at me angrily and funnyly, it turned out that Mom was not sleeping

Of course, I was so excited that I immediately rushed up and hugged my mother. My mother gently hugged me and asked me if I missed her?

I nodded desperately and said that I thought about it very much and then asked my mother why she didn't sleep?

Mom said she wanted to catch a perverted thief in underwear

I smiled and kept trying to pick her itch, so I made my mother whisper but giggle.

Mom said that she had no choice but to stay at home at night, and she would compensate me well after dad left.

I asked her to help me with a pistol, and my mother agreed. She just wanted to take off her pajamas and pajamas and pants. My mother didn't allow me. She said it was inconvenient to wear it temporarily.

That night, my mother called me out once and drove me back

Afterwards, I decided to go to the department store to buy a pajama that looks like a dress for my mother. I wanted to find an opportunity to put it on for my mother in the next few nights, but I don’t know why my father always sleeps late, so I couldn’t touch my mother’s room. A few days later, the weekend came. My father said he was going to play cards at a friend’s house, which means that my mother and I had several hours of alone time.

When I gave the pajamas to my mother, my mother asked curiously why I wanted to buy this style?

Because that two-color striped pajama is not exposed, it is not like the style my son would buy, like the one I like

I said this is very convenient: Mom just opens the button under the V-neck to expose her chest, and then lifts the skirt and I can love her. In case of an emergency, as soon as the skirt is put on, I will button a few buttons and my mother will reply to the original state. After hearing this, she laughed and scolded me for being so hard that she tried her best to do anything.

We had a few enthusiastic times that afternoon. My mother had a very good feeling at that time. I sent me the second time. During the two-hour sex and heart-to-heart talk, my mother had an orgasm three times in total. Later, she said that her legs were really weak, so I let her go and said that I was exhausted.

On the fourth weekend, my father went out in the morning and returned home drunk until after 10 o'clock in the evening. He swayed and took a shower and went to bed shortly after he came out. I was naturally secretly happy to see my father like this. After he started snoring, I touched my mother's room. My mother was not asleep yet, and was sitting in front of the dressing table to clean skin care products. She saw that I was coming in and asked me strangely, "Where is your father?"

I said he came back drunk and was asleep now

I suddenly noticed that my mother was wearing the pajamas I bought for her. I looked at her lustfully. She looked at me with annoyance. She stood up and walked out of the room to make sure that her father was really asleep. Then she went back to the room and closed the door softly, twisted the lock. I was naturally excited when I saw it. She carried my mother to the bed with a wicked smile. My mother also smiled and said, "Why did I agree to let you do whatever you want?"

mom……

I protested softly

If you were not allowed to do anything randomly now, would you rape your mother?

Alas...Okay, if it really doesn't work, then you have to help me out with your hands. After dad leaves, you have to let me ejaculate ten times before you can

Your big head is inside! Mom tapped my head lightly

I was not angry at all, but just looked at the woman in front of me very gently, feeling the happiness of flirting with her. Seeing me like this, my mother suddenly became strangely charming, and there seemed to be a wave of water in her eyes, so she took the initiative to kiss me. Then my mother sat on me, leaned down and gave me a French wet kiss. I kept stroking my mother's pink back and buttocks through my pajamas.

I don't know how long it took, my mother got up and took off the pajama I bought, making her plump breasts jump out in front of me, and took off her pink low-waisted flat-mouth panties in front of me. When I was about to take off my own clothes, my mother stopped me, but she helped me take off all my clothes. When my mother kept the upper and lower positions of women and men and met naked, she raised her hips slightly, helped my penis with her tiny hands, aimed her lower body and then sat down slowly

Every time my mother uses this position, she will sit and pick the angle slightly so that she can completely incorporate me in one go before sitting down. My mother will take down my hands that are holding me on her waist, and slowly twist it with my fingers. I close my eyes and enjoy my mother's service comfortably.

I was subdued by my mother and didn't realize anything strange at first. After a few minutes, I felt that I had no initiative at all. My mother changed the angle, frequency and even depth from time to time on me. I opened my eyes and found that my mother looked at me with her beautiful eyes in a flash. Her expression on her face was a little swaying, a little satisfaction and a little euphoria. She bit her lower lip lightly, and she was devoted to the conquest.

I tried to adjust my breathing, try to think about other things, and try to hold on to see who loses first, but I am too naive and my mother is too powerful; how could she have no choice but to do anything to me with rich experience? I was just trying to survive the tenth minute, but my penis was pinched twice by my mother without warning, and immediately released the thick and indelible desire deep inside my mother's body.

After all ejaculation, my mother fell to me in a disordered breathing. I knew that my mother was actually in the plateau period, so I reached out to touch my mother's vagina, which was flowing with love fluid after having sex. As expected, I stood up again in the wet and tenderness between my palms. I quickly turned over and let my mother lie on her back, bent her beautiful legs with her hands and separated from her knees, and then placed them on my thighs that were kneeling between her legs. I once again deeply possessed this ecstatic beautiful woman. Every ups and downs were not fast, but she was very solid to push her back to the depths of her thighs.

In order to revenge my mother's conquest just now, I sucked it directly on my mother's most sensitive ears and neck with my mouth. I licked my mother with my tongue and couldn't resist it, and my breathing became more and more disordered. Such a hot entanglement made both the mother and the son forget themselves. Maybe it was too selfless. I blurted out in her ear and called out: Mom!

Unexpectedly, my mother twitched her lower body after hearing this. Usually this means she will have an orgasm within one minute.

I started to whisper in her ear without saying a word, mom, or my good mother, and so on. At the same time, I increased the strength and speed. My hands that were originally placed on my chest suddenly flipped around me and hugged me. Ten fingers held my back and stinged a little less pleasure, which made me more bold and sprinted. I heard that my mother seemed to be a little confused at this time, and she hummed a little while humming a little while.

The psychological and physiological pleasures were still hitting my mother higher than the waves. Finally, I felt my thighs that were huddled beside my waist and abdomen tightened a little. Then her back arched, and her whole body became tense. Then my mother began to shake and twitch during orgasm.

The rapid thrusting came to an end at this time; I raised my body a little bit to relax my mother. The only breathing sound of my mother and my son was left in the room. I let my penis slowly slide out of my mother's vagina, and then gently rolled off my mother's body, lying on my side, enjoying the afterglow of my mother's orgasm, the flushed breasts quickly rose and fell due to the panting, and the round and plump nipples also trembled gently; my mother's limbs were spread weakly on the bed, and my lower body was only in a mess after I charged forward, and my mother's love juice had already flooded the sheets. At that time, I thought I would never forget this time of sex.