I have to have dinner with a few friends in the morning. You get up and eat with your son later. I won’t care about you anymore. My dad’s voice came from outside the door.
I know, just leave if you want, I didn't want you to care. Thinking about my dad's cares about it over the years, my mom responded a little angry
The father outside the door didn't refute anything when he heard his mother say this, so he turned around and brushed his teeth and washed his face.
Inside the door, I looked at the resentment and loneliness on my mother's face. I hugged my mother in my arms with pain, let her cheeks rest on my chest, stroked her right hand on my back, lowered my head and kissed her forehead, and whispered: Mom, don't be sad, you still have a son, my son will always love you
Nodded gently in my arms, my mother twisted her neck and took the initiative to put her head out to kiss my lips, not caring about the dad who was brushing her teeth at home. The mother and son just hooked each other's tongues in love, and the two wandering tongues were entangled in each other's mouth.
The sound of leather shoes stomping on the floor came, and my dad returned to the door of my mother's bedroom again and asked through the door: Hongyan, why did my son disappear early in the morning? Do you know where this kid is going?
I found that my dad came to the door again, and my mother and I kissed deeply through the door. The two of them reluctantly separated their lips. My mother leaned in my arms, sorted out her slightly messy temples, and said angrily to the door: You don’t know where your son has gone, you ask me what I’m doing
After a pause, he said, "You don't think about it yourself. It's rare to have a holiday. Where else can he go besides going out with his classmates."
After hearing my mother's explanation, my father nodded and told her to call me later, asking me to come back early and not to play too late. After going to my grandparents' house for New Year's Eve dinner in the evening, he opened the door and left the house.
The footsteps in the stairwell were getting farther and farther away, but the faces of the mother and son on the bed were getting closer and closer. It was a bit unclear what kind of feelings were mixed with the eyes of each other. Only the panting sounds that came from the tongue kiss could be conveyed to the outside. How strong is my relationship with my mother
After lingering in the bed for a long time, my mother, who was flushed with her face, couldn't help but break free from my arms. She stretched out her bare hands and poked my forehead. She scolded me for a little bad guy and then got out of bed to change clothes and prepared to make breakfast for me.
The eyes moved with my mother's body. I turned sideways and saw my mother's buttocks facing me, bent down to search for clothes in the closet. Seeing her take out her home clothes and prepare to change into cooking for me, I couldn't help but slip out of the quilt, wrap my hands around my mother's waist, and acted coquettishly and let her change to other clothes. Anyway, the heating at home is turned on to 28°, so it won't be cold when wearing anything.
Half an hour later, the sound of noodles boiling and rolling in the kitchen. My mother was holding a bowl of noodles in one hand and chopsticks in the other. She wore a water-blue silk sling nightgown with only a layer of silver-gray glittering transparent stockings, plus a pair of black lace mesh panties and red patent leather high heels on her feet. She looked at my hand that was making trouble on her with helpless face. She looked at me with a angrily look and smiled at my mother with a smile on her face. But my hands had no intention of stopping. She couldn't help but use a little force while kneading the fingertips of my mother's nipples.
I brought it to the dining table. Without my dad at home, I became much more courageous. Looking at my mother's shiny red patent leather high heels and shining stockings on her legs, I pretended to be coquettish and pulled my mother and rubbed her constantly, insisting that she feed me food. But my mother whom I begged for could only twist my nose and then agreed to me pamperingly.
Mother who moved the chair to my side was about to pick up the bowl to feed me. Before she could sit down, I reached out and pulled her over and pressed it on my legs. I held my hands tightly on my mother's waist with both hands, kissed and licked her around her neck, and asked her to sit and feed me.
My son was holding it in this position to feed my son. A hint of blush flashed across my mother's face, but she had no choice but to run away. Moreover, my son's kiss and prayer kept hitting her defense line. Finally, my mother turned her body sideways, turned her head and twisted it hard on my arm, but picked up the spoon and blew it, making me open my mouth
In the quiet dining room, a slightly mature piece of beautiful flesh was sideways in my arms. My legs felt the squeezing of the soft flesh on my mother's buttocks, and the pleasure brought by the friction of ultra-thin stockings. I could only hold the penis that wanted to stand upright with my head held high and strangle it cruelly to a few centimeters away from my mother's beautiful flesh.
Open your mouth and take the breakfast brought by my mother. But my right hand penetrated from the hem of my mother's suspender, stroked the soft flesh on my mother's waist and twisted my mother's nipples with my thumb and index finger. I rubbed my mother's breasts and kneaded them. My delicate breasts kept deforming in my hands, conveying a warm and delicate touch to my palm.
The originally hanging left hand was also unwilling to let go of my mother's thighs. The areas covered by silver-gray ultra-thin stockings were invaded by my left hand, like an untiring old cow. My left hand was tilled back and forth on my mother's thighs, touching my legs from the base of my legs, and sliding from the base of my ankles to the base of my legs. The softness of the cooked meat on the inner side of the thighs and the smoothness of the stockings on my slender legs, the two feels alternated between my fingertips.
I was not satisfied with just stroking my thighs. When I touched my mother's ankle, I hooked my mother's high heels and used a little force. The high heels slid off my mother's beautiful stockings. I hurriedly held my mother's warm and wet toes with my left hand, and my five fingers circulated on my mother's toes and insteps.
I held some yogurt I had just drunk in my mouth, stirred my tongue slightly, lifted my mother's nightgown and put my mother's breasts in my arms, wrapped the yogurt around my mother's nipples, sucked my mother's nipples hard, and the yogurt that flowed into my mouth was like the milk squeezed out by my mother.
The sound in the dining room gradually stopped, my mother lowered her head, her pretty face contained maternal love, spoiled and shy. She looked at me deeply, then got up to tidy up the stockings and nightgown that I took off by me
Seeing my mother get up, I stood up and cleaned up the dining table. I turned around and suggested that my mother go back to the room to take a shower. My breasts were covered with my saliva and yogurt, and my underwear was soaked in a small piece. She glared at me in shame, and then went back to the room to find a change of clothes.
The afternoon sun is particularly warm when shining on people. I didn’t want to stay at home all day after breakfast. I originally wanted to go out to find my classmates to cut private clothes, but I saw that only my mother and I were left at home. Thinking that my mother has not been happy over the years, I really couldn’t bear to go out and leave her alone at home.
Looking out the window, it was a rare sunny day, so I went out shopping with my mother
Since I was in my hometown and outside, my mother and I didn't act too close. We just walked side by side on the street. On the way, we passed the mall where my mother had worked before. After walking for a while, I suggested going in and stroll. My mother could chat with her former colleagues, and I could sit down and rest.
It's New Year's Eve, and it's 9 o'clock in the morning. I accompanied my mother to visit the women's clothing area for a few times. My mother picked a few inexpensive clothes, hung her bag around my neck, carried her clothes into the fitting room.
Seeing my mother close the door, I smiled lewdly, turned my head to find the pairs of ultra-thin stockings and sexy underwear I just saw, and hurried back with them. Otherwise, my mother would have no idea after changing her clothes.
Fortunately, men and women are indeed two species. When I walked to the door of the fitting room where my mother was, I heard the rustling sound inside. It was still early after my mother tried her clothes.
Turning his head left and right to observe the surroundings, the fitting room is exactly a corner of this floor, which is dozens of meters away from the cashier and the shopping guide. There are load-bearing columns and some decorative sculptures for the New Year in the middle, so no one can notice this place at all.
I gently knocked on the door of the fitting room and said: Mom, grandma has called, will I hand you the phone or hang up the phone?
Is grandma’s phone number? I guess I want to ask me if I’ll go back for the New Year’s dinner. This year, your dad will eat with grandpa when he comes back. I won’t go to grandma’s house anymore. I’ll tell your grandma, you can hand me the phone number
The sound of my mother came from the door, followed by the rustling sound of wearing clothes.
When my mother pulled out the plug and pulled them apart, I pushed open the door hard, and flicked into the fitting room
Seeing me running to the fitting room, the ringtone of the cell phone in my hand didn't ring at all, the original surprise on my mother's face immediately turned into shame and anger. I pinched my cheek with both hands and pinched it hard. I hurriedly said: Mom, mom, stop pinching it, pinching it, and pinching it later. Aunt Liu saw the mark on my face. What did you say?
Hearing me say this, my mother suddenly loosened my hand, and I rushed into my mother's arms.
Because my mother was almost taking off her clothes, she looked at herself naked in the mirror, and her perfect mature body exposed her delicate breasts, her thighs wrapped in mesh stockings, and her beautiful feet with 10 cm high heels and white transparent panties soaked in semen. In this small fitting room, in the shopping mall where people used to travel, she changed into this lewd dress like a prostitute.
Shame, excitement, helplessness, and the intertwined mother has gradually lost in this taboo game between mother and son
I know, just leave if you want, I didn't want you to care. Thinking about my dad's cares about it over the years, my mom responded a little angry
The father outside the door didn't refute anything when he heard his mother say this, so he turned around and brushed his teeth and washed his face.
Inside the door, I looked at the resentment and loneliness on my mother's face. I hugged my mother in my arms with pain, let her cheeks rest on my chest, stroked her right hand on my back, lowered my head and kissed her forehead, and whispered: Mom, don't be sad, you still have a son, my son will always love you
Nodded gently in my arms, my mother twisted her neck and took the initiative to put her head out to kiss my lips, not caring about the dad who was brushing her teeth at home. The mother and son just hooked each other's tongues in love, and the two wandering tongues were entangled in each other's mouth.
The sound of leather shoes stomping on the floor came, and my dad returned to the door of my mother's bedroom again and asked through the door: Hongyan, why did my son disappear early in the morning? Do you know where this kid is going?
I found that my dad came to the door again, and my mother and I kissed deeply through the door. The two of them reluctantly separated their lips. My mother leaned in my arms, sorted out her slightly messy temples, and said angrily to the door: You don’t know where your son has gone, you ask me what I’m doing
After a pause, he said, "You don't think about it yourself. It's rare to have a holiday. Where else can he go besides going out with his classmates."
After hearing my mother's explanation, my father nodded and told her to call me later, asking me to come back early and not to play too late. After going to my grandparents' house for New Year's Eve dinner in the evening, he opened the door and left the house.
The footsteps in the stairwell were getting farther and farther away, but the faces of the mother and son on the bed were getting closer and closer. It was a bit unclear what kind of feelings were mixed with the eyes of each other. Only the panting sounds that came from the tongue kiss could be conveyed to the outside. How strong is my relationship with my mother
After lingering in the bed for a long time, my mother, who was flushed with her face, couldn't help but break free from my arms. She stretched out her bare hands and poked my forehead. She scolded me for a little bad guy and then got out of bed to change clothes and prepared to make breakfast for me.
The eyes moved with my mother's body. I turned sideways and saw my mother's buttocks facing me, bent down to search for clothes in the closet. Seeing her take out her home clothes and prepare to change into cooking for me, I couldn't help but slip out of the quilt, wrap my hands around my mother's waist, and acted coquettishly and let her change to other clothes. Anyway, the heating at home is turned on to 28°, so it won't be cold when wearing anything.
Half an hour later, the sound of noodles boiling and rolling in the kitchen. My mother was holding a bowl of noodles in one hand and chopsticks in the other. She wore a water-blue silk sling nightgown with only a layer of silver-gray glittering transparent stockings, plus a pair of black lace mesh panties and red patent leather high heels on her feet. She looked at my hand that was making trouble on her with helpless face. She looked at me with a angrily look and smiled at my mother with a smile on her face. But my hands had no intention of stopping. She couldn't help but use a little force while kneading the fingertips of my mother's nipples.
I brought it to the dining table. Without my dad at home, I became much more courageous. Looking at my mother's shiny red patent leather high heels and shining stockings on her legs, I pretended to be coquettish and pulled my mother and rubbed her constantly, insisting that she feed me food. But my mother whom I begged for could only twist my nose and then agreed to me pamperingly.
Mother who moved the chair to my side was about to pick up the bowl to feed me. Before she could sit down, I reached out and pulled her over and pressed it on my legs. I held my hands tightly on my mother's waist with both hands, kissed and licked her around her neck, and asked her to sit and feed me.
My son was holding it in this position to feed my son. A hint of blush flashed across my mother's face, but she had no choice but to run away. Moreover, my son's kiss and prayer kept hitting her defense line. Finally, my mother turned her body sideways, turned her head and twisted it hard on my arm, but picked up the spoon and blew it, making me open my mouth
In the quiet dining room, a slightly mature piece of beautiful flesh was sideways in my arms. My legs felt the squeezing of the soft flesh on my mother's buttocks, and the pleasure brought by the friction of ultra-thin stockings. I could only hold the penis that wanted to stand upright with my head held high and strangle it cruelly to a few centimeters away from my mother's beautiful flesh.
Open your mouth and take the breakfast brought by my mother. But my right hand penetrated from the hem of my mother's suspender, stroked the soft flesh on my mother's waist and twisted my mother's nipples with my thumb and index finger. I rubbed my mother's breasts and kneaded them. My delicate breasts kept deforming in my hands, conveying a warm and delicate touch to my palm.
The originally hanging left hand was also unwilling to let go of my mother's thighs. The areas covered by silver-gray ultra-thin stockings were invaded by my left hand, like an untiring old cow. My left hand was tilled back and forth on my mother's thighs, touching my legs from the base of my legs, and sliding from the base of my ankles to the base of my legs. The softness of the cooked meat on the inner side of the thighs and the smoothness of the stockings on my slender legs, the two feels alternated between my fingertips.
I was not satisfied with just stroking my thighs. When I touched my mother's ankle, I hooked my mother's high heels and used a little force. The high heels slid off my mother's beautiful stockings. I hurriedly held my mother's warm and wet toes with my left hand, and my five fingers circulated on my mother's toes and insteps.
I held some yogurt I had just drunk in my mouth, stirred my tongue slightly, lifted my mother's nightgown and put my mother's breasts in my arms, wrapped the yogurt around my mother's nipples, sucked my mother's nipples hard, and the yogurt that flowed into my mouth was like the milk squeezed out by my mother.
The sound in the dining room gradually stopped, my mother lowered her head, her pretty face contained maternal love, spoiled and shy. She looked at me deeply, then got up to tidy up the stockings and nightgown that I took off by me
Seeing my mother get up, I stood up and cleaned up the dining table. I turned around and suggested that my mother go back to the room to take a shower. My breasts were covered with my saliva and yogurt, and my underwear was soaked in a small piece. She glared at me in shame, and then went back to the room to find a change of clothes.
The afternoon sun is particularly warm when shining on people. I didn’t want to stay at home all day after breakfast. I originally wanted to go out to find my classmates to cut private clothes, but I saw that only my mother and I were left at home. Thinking that my mother has not been happy over the years, I really couldn’t bear to go out and leave her alone at home.
Looking out the window, it was a rare sunny day, so I went out shopping with my mother
Since I was in my hometown and outside, my mother and I didn't act too close. We just walked side by side on the street. On the way, we passed the mall where my mother had worked before. After walking for a while, I suggested going in and stroll. My mother could chat with her former colleagues, and I could sit down and rest.
It's New Year's Eve, and it's 9 o'clock in the morning. I accompanied my mother to visit the women's clothing area for a few times. My mother picked a few inexpensive clothes, hung her bag around my neck, carried her clothes into the fitting room.
Seeing my mother close the door, I smiled lewdly, turned my head to find the pairs of ultra-thin stockings and sexy underwear I just saw, and hurried back with them. Otherwise, my mother would have no idea after changing her clothes.
Fortunately, men and women are indeed two species. When I walked to the door of the fitting room where my mother was, I heard the rustling sound inside. It was still early after my mother tried her clothes.
Turning his head left and right to observe the surroundings, the fitting room is exactly a corner of this floor, which is dozens of meters away from the cashier and the shopping guide. There are load-bearing columns and some decorative sculptures for the New Year in the middle, so no one can notice this place at all.
I gently knocked on the door of the fitting room and said: Mom, grandma has called, will I hand you the phone or hang up the phone?
Is grandma’s phone number? I guess I want to ask me if I’ll go back for the New Year’s dinner. This year, your dad will eat with grandpa when he comes back. I won’t go to grandma’s house anymore. I’ll tell your grandma, you can hand me the phone number
The sound of my mother came from the door, followed by the rustling sound of wearing clothes.
When my mother pulled out the plug and pulled them apart, I pushed open the door hard, and flicked into the fitting room
Seeing me running to the fitting room, the ringtone of the cell phone in my hand didn't ring at all, the original surprise on my mother's face immediately turned into shame and anger. I pinched my cheek with both hands and pinched it hard. I hurriedly said: Mom, mom, stop pinching it, pinching it, and pinching it later. Aunt Liu saw the mark on my face. What did you say?
Hearing me say this, my mother suddenly loosened my hand, and I rushed into my mother's arms.
Because my mother was almost taking off her clothes, she looked at herself naked in the mirror, and her perfect mature body exposed her delicate breasts, her thighs wrapped in mesh stockings, and her beautiful feet with 10 cm high heels and white transparent panties soaked in semen. In this small fitting room, in the shopping mall where people used to travel, she changed into this lewd dress like a prostitute.
Shame, excitement, helplessness, and the intertwined mother has gradually lost in this taboo game between mother and son
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