After a few days, my mother did not ask me to avoid it every time she got up and changed her clothes. But I was a little timid and felt embarrassed to look at it. Second, my mother pulled my quilt and asked me to see her change clothes last time, but I shrank my head and didn't look at it. If I wanted to see her change clothes again, wouldn't it make her suspicious and found that I had any intention of being bad.
After enduring for several days, I finally thought of a way to make a breakthrough
One morning, after waking up, we chatted as usual for a while. While talking to my mother, I stared at the clock on the table behind her. When I saw that the time was only 2 minutes away from 7 o'clock, I stood up and told my mother that I was urgent to urinate and wanted to go to the bathroom. I lifted the quilt and went into the small bathroom in the bedroom.
According to my mother's usual habit, she would definitely get up at 7 o'clock in the morning and prepare for me in the morning. Then, the two of them went out together at 7 o'clock, and those who went to work and those who went to school were going to school.
I was pinching the time and recited Chinese textbooks silently in my heart. Of course, this is not because I love studying, but because I was thinking about my mother who was separated by one. I was about to take off her nightgown and reveal her delicate breasts. Thinking of this, my penis was so hard that I couldn't urinate at all. I almost rushed to death.
Fortunately, the Analects of Confucius are quite powerful. After silently reciting for a while, I calmed my irritable dick. After a smooth discharge of the flood, I stood behind the bathroom door, calmed my heartbeat, which was more than 120 miles away, and pushed open the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom with a calm expression.
Plop, the heartbeat, which had just slowed down to fifty miles, instantly accelerated to one hundred and eight
I saw a first-handed beauty with a charming figure lifting the hem of her lace nightgown to her armpits, and a pair of white breasts were just exposed to my vision.
I pretended to be calm, so I was embarrassed to stare at my mother's beautiful breasts and kept looking at her. I shook my tall breasts and bright red and slightly brown nipples. Then I went straight into the quilt, wrapped my hands around my mother's waist, and put my cheeks on my side. I felt the softness of my mother's waistline, and hugged her and acted coquettishly.
Seeing that I came back from going to the bathroom, she was taking off her clothes and just told me to get into the bed soon and not get cold. Then she took off her nightgown in front of me and put it aside. She picked up the purple hollow lace bra at hand and put it on. While wearing it, she joked that I was so big that I still hugged her and acted coquettishly.
Lying aside, I couldn't see any shyness or embarrassment from her face, as if something normal was exposed to my son. Perhaps as she said, my son came out of my mother's body, and it was normal for her to show her mother's body to her son.
When I grew up, every time I remembered the first time I saw my mother's breasts, I would remember a sentence I saw on the Internet before: A woman's body only breaks through once, and there will be no obstacles in the future.
In the days to come, when my mother changed clothes, I would never close my eyes or turn around again, but would lie next to her naturally, either hugging her waist and acting cute, or lying on her legs and stroking my mother's back with both hands.
Occasionally, when my mother is wearing a bra, I will get up behind her to help, and look down at the two soft meat on her chest from a high point, watching them become three-dimensional and stylish under the wrapping of the bra, gathering deep cleavage
Two months passed in a blink of an eye, and the weather was getting hotter
In early summer, my mother and I were sitting on the sofa after dinner. My mother lazily held the pillow and lay on one side, putting her legs on my legs, asking me to rub her. I got this opportunity to get benefits for free, so I was naturally very diligent.
He stretched out his hands to hold his mother's toes, pressed and kneaded his thumb hard, and felt the smoothness of his mother's shredded flesh and the delicateness of the soles of his feet. Then he moved his wrist and slid his hands from his soles to his heels, calves, and thighs. He kneaded them all the way and then went down.
After repeated massage for more than ten minutes, my mother saw that my forehead was already sweating, so she quickly possessed her and wiped off the sweat beads from my head, and kissed her lips for a while as a reward.
After kissing, my mother was afraid that her legs would always be pressed on me and made me feel uncomfortable. She wanted to take her legs back, but I directly pressed my mother's legs and said I would just put them on. It's not heavy anyway. I can still beat you up if I have nothing to do.
Hearing that when I said that, my mother stopped insisting, and put her legs on me, then turned around to watch TV.
At first, I was still concentrating on pounding my mother's beautiful legs. After a while, my mother was watching TV, and my hands were trying to beat my legs and turned into my legs and touching my mother's flesh-colored ultra-thin stockings. It was like playing the piano, sliding from my mother's toes to the depths of her thighs and then retracting them, and rewinding them.
Of course, I know that it is my mother's vagina. The door of life is hidden under my mother's purple suspender nightgown. Just gently push away the blue translucent lace underwear under my mother's crotch, and the door will open with a bang.
But of course I don't dare. Please don't think that my mother and I are so close. She is so doting on me. She should be asking for whatever I want. She does whatever I want. In fact, that's not the case at all.
My dad has never hit me since I was a child, but I have eaten more boards under my mother's hands than anyone else. Because my mother wears stockings, when she touches them back and forth from her thighs, she often brings the lace lace of the stockings and makes them roll them into a circle. When I found out about this, I felt like I had a novel toy. My hands were pressed against the lace of my mother's stockings, and rubbed them back together, like a rolling pin, watching the lace thicker and thinner in my hands.
Seeing me playing with my mother's stockings like this, my mother just looked up at me and smiled dotingly. Seeing that my mother had no expression or was not angry, I also smiled at her foolishly, and then continued to play with her beautiful legs and stockings.
Don't envy everyone, you can do it, as long as your mother doesn't give you a big shave when you touch your legs, haha
A few days later, on Sunday afternoon, my mother and I were lying on the bed and taking a nap. I was huddled in my mother's arms, closed my eyes and rubbed my chest restlessly. The tip of my nose kept feeling the fragrance and soft touch from my mother's breasts.
When I rubbed back and forth, my mouth accidentally touched a round bulge, perhaps because of my son's instinct. I opened my mouth without hesitation and held it in my mouth. Just like more than ten years ago, my tongue and mouth sucked hard together.
Little bad guy, how old is he still stealing his mother's breasts, just wanting to eat Ah. Mom looked at me with a crooked face and pointed her fingers on my forehead.
At this time, I realized how bold I had done just now, and I actually ate my mother's nipples with my nipples in my mouth. You know, after watching it, I didn't even dare to touch my mother's breasts, but now I'm sucking it in my mouth.
At that moment, I suddenly remembered that the fear that was once dominated by my mother came, and my face was a little scared.
However, when I opened my eyes, I found that my mother was not angry. Instead, she just looked at me crampedly. Even my mouth holding her nipples did not move, and she still let me hold it in. The hand that had poked my forehead turned into stroking my side face
At this time, my courage suddenly became bigger. Since my mother was not angry, she still kept her nipples in my mouth. What does that mean that she at least agreed to it?
I closed my eyes, touched my mother's waist with my left hand, pulled up the hem of my mother's nightgown and pulled it up, humming softly in my mouth, making a coquettish sound
Since my mother was lying on her side, she couldn't pull her nightgown halfway, so she was anxious that I sucked my mother's nipples harder, and the sound of acting coquettishly in her mouth was a little louder.
Seeing my coquettish look, my mother paused a little, then she used a little force on her left arm and raised her body slightly. The nightgown that she couldn't pull just now loosened, and then I stretched out my right hand to grab the other side of my nightgown, pushing her hands up together, and suddenly two round and plump breasts appeared no more than 5 cm away from me.
I don't have the heart to observe my mother's breasts carefully. At this time, I was like a hungry baby, opening my mouth to hold my mother's breasts, wrapping my tongue around my mother's nipples and licking them constantly, and my left hand doesn't stop. I hold the free breasts on the other side, pressing my thumb to rub and twist, and holding my palms hold my breasts with force. My mother's breasts are constantly changing shapes in my hands. The tender touch makes my penis congested quickly, as if it is about to explode.
Little baby, my mother is over thirty years old, her breasts are empty and there is no milk, and you can't suck anything out. It seems that I was sucking too hard. My mother frowned slightly and reminded me softly, but I couldn't hear it, but I was so passionate that I could not hear it. Instead, my tongue wrapped around my nipples and sucked a few times. My helpless mother had to hug me hard in her arms, looked at me pamperingly and let me suck it.
I don't know how long I had eaten milk, but I fell asleep in a daze. I lay in my mother's arms and was coaxed to sleep. This treatment of a two-year-old child made me relive it when I was fifteen years old. It was so cool.
In the future, as long as I sleep with my mother, even if there are relatives who go to my grandmother’s house once, I sleep at my grandmother’s house at night, and my grandmother sleeps in the next room. I still touch her breasts and feed her breasts. She never refuses me. I will lie in my mother’s arms and feed her breasts. At the same time, my hands are still wandering around her. Except for this part of my vagina, I dare not touch it, and I let me play with it in other places. I will sleep when I am tired of playing. Life is really happy.
After enduring for several days, I finally thought of a way to make a breakthrough
One morning, after waking up, we chatted as usual for a while. While talking to my mother, I stared at the clock on the table behind her. When I saw that the time was only 2 minutes away from 7 o'clock, I stood up and told my mother that I was urgent to urinate and wanted to go to the bathroom. I lifted the quilt and went into the small bathroom in the bedroom.
According to my mother's usual habit, she would definitely get up at 7 o'clock in the morning and prepare for me in the morning. Then, the two of them went out together at 7 o'clock, and those who went to work and those who went to school were going to school.
I was pinching the time and recited Chinese textbooks silently in my heart. Of course, this is not because I love studying, but because I was thinking about my mother who was separated by one. I was about to take off her nightgown and reveal her delicate breasts. Thinking of this, my penis was so hard that I couldn't urinate at all. I almost rushed to death.
Fortunately, the Analects of Confucius are quite powerful. After silently reciting for a while, I calmed my irritable dick. After a smooth discharge of the flood, I stood behind the bathroom door, calmed my heartbeat, which was more than 120 miles away, and pushed open the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom with a calm expression.
Plop, the heartbeat, which had just slowed down to fifty miles, instantly accelerated to one hundred and eight
I saw a first-handed beauty with a charming figure lifting the hem of her lace nightgown to her armpits, and a pair of white breasts were just exposed to my vision.
I pretended to be calm, so I was embarrassed to stare at my mother's beautiful breasts and kept looking at her. I shook my tall breasts and bright red and slightly brown nipples. Then I went straight into the quilt, wrapped my hands around my mother's waist, and put my cheeks on my side. I felt the softness of my mother's waistline, and hugged her and acted coquettishly.
Seeing that I came back from going to the bathroom, she was taking off her clothes and just told me to get into the bed soon and not get cold. Then she took off her nightgown in front of me and put it aside. She picked up the purple hollow lace bra at hand and put it on. While wearing it, she joked that I was so big that I still hugged her and acted coquettishly.
Lying aside, I couldn't see any shyness or embarrassment from her face, as if something normal was exposed to my son. Perhaps as she said, my son came out of my mother's body, and it was normal for her to show her mother's body to her son.
When I grew up, every time I remembered the first time I saw my mother's breasts, I would remember a sentence I saw on the Internet before: A woman's body only breaks through once, and there will be no obstacles in the future.
In the days to come, when my mother changed clothes, I would never close my eyes or turn around again, but would lie next to her naturally, either hugging her waist and acting cute, or lying on her legs and stroking my mother's back with both hands.
Occasionally, when my mother is wearing a bra, I will get up behind her to help, and look down at the two soft meat on her chest from a high point, watching them become three-dimensional and stylish under the wrapping of the bra, gathering deep cleavage
Two months passed in a blink of an eye, and the weather was getting hotter
In early summer, my mother and I were sitting on the sofa after dinner. My mother lazily held the pillow and lay on one side, putting her legs on my legs, asking me to rub her. I got this opportunity to get benefits for free, so I was naturally very diligent.
He stretched out his hands to hold his mother's toes, pressed and kneaded his thumb hard, and felt the smoothness of his mother's shredded flesh and the delicateness of the soles of his feet. Then he moved his wrist and slid his hands from his soles to his heels, calves, and thighs. He kneaded them all the way and then went down.
After repeated massage for more than ten minutes, my mother saw that my forehead was already sweating, so she quickly possessed her and wiped off the sweat beads from my head, and kissed her lips for a while as a reward.
After kissing, my mother was afraid that her legs would always be pressed on me and made me feel uncomfortable. She wanted to take her legs back, but I directly pressed my mother's legs and said I would just put them on. It's not heavy anyway. I can still beat you up if I have nothing to do.
Hearing that when I said that, my mother stopped insisting, and put her legs on me, then turned around to watch TV.
At first, I was still concentrating on pounding my mother's beautiful legs. After a while, my mother was watching TV, and my hands were trying to beat my legs and turned into my legs and touching my mother's flesh-colored ultra-thin stockings. It was like playing the piano, sliding from my mother's toes to the depths of her thighs and then retracting them, and rewinding them.
Of course, I know that it is my mother's vagina. The door of life is hidden under my mother's purple suspender nightgown. Just gently push away the blue translucent lace underwear under my mother's crotch, and the door will open with a bang.
But of course I don't dare. Please don't think that my mother and I are so close. She is so doting on me. She should be asking for whatever I want. She does whatever I want. In fact, that's not the case at all.
My dad has never hit me since I was a child, but I have eaten more boards under my mother's hands than anyone else. Because my mother wears stockings, when she touches them back and forth from her thighs, she often brings the lace lace of the stockings and makes them roll them into a circle. When I found out about this, I felt like I had a novel toy. My hands were pressed against the lace of my mother's stockings, and rubbed them back together, like a rolling pin, watching the lace thicker and thinner in my hands.
Seeing me playing with my mother's stockings like this, my mother just looked up at me and smiled dotingly. Seeing that my mother had no expression or was not angry, I also smiled at her foolishly, and then continued to play with her beautiful legs and stockings.
Don't envy everyone, you can do it, as long as your mother doesn't give you a big shave when you touch your legs, haha
A few days later, on Sunday afternoon, my mother and I were lying on the bed and taking a nap. I was huddled in my mother's arms, closed my eyes and rubbed my chest restlessly. The tip of my nose kept feeling the fragrance and soft touch from my mother's breasts.
When I rubbed back and forth, my mouth accidentally touched a round bulge, perhaps because of my son's instinct. I opened my mouth without hesitation and held it in my mouth. Just like more than ten years ago, my tongue and mouth sucked hard together.
Little bad guy, how old is he still stealing his mother's breasts, just wanting to eat Ah. Mom looked at me with a crooked face and pointed her fingers on my forehead.
At this time, I realized how bold I had done just now, and I actually ate my mother's nipples with my nipples in my mouth. You know, after watching it, I didn't even dare to touch my mother's breasts, but now I'm sucking it in my mouth.
At that moment, I suddenly remembered that the fear that was once dominated by my mother came, and my face was a little scared.
However, when I opened my eyes, I found that my mother was not angry. Instead, she just looked at me crampedly. Even my mouth holding her nipples did not move, and she still let me hold it in. The hand that had poked my forehead turned into stroking my side face
At this time, my courage suddenly became bigger. Since my mother was not angry, she still kept her nipples in my mouth. What does that mean that she at least agreed to it?
I closed my eyes, touched my mother's waist with my left hand, pulled up the hem of my mother's nightgown and pulled it up, humming softly in my mouth, making a coquettish sound
Since my mother was lying on her side, she couldn't pull her nightgown halfway, so she was anxious that I sucked my mother's nipples harder, and the sound of acting coquettishly in her mouth was a little louder.
Seeing my coquettish look, my mother paused a little, then she used a little force on her left arm and raised her body slightly. The nightgown that she couldn't pull just now loosened, and then I stretched out my right hand to grab the other side of my nightgown, pushing her hands up together, and suddenly two round and plump breasts appeared no more than 5 cm away from me.
I don't have the heart to observe my mother's breasts carefully. At this time, I was like a hungry baby, opening my mouth to hold my mother's breasts, wrapping my tongue around my mother's nipples and licking them constantly, and my left hand doesn't stop. I hold the free breasts on the other side, pressing my thumb to rub and twist, and holding my palms hold my breasts with force. My mother's breasts are constantly changing shapes in my hands. The tender touch makes my penis congested quickly, as if it is about to explode.
Little baby, my mother is over thirty years old, her breasts are empty and there is no milk, and you can't suck anything out. It seems that I was sucking too hard. My mother frowned slightly and reminded me softly, but I couldn't hear it, but I was so passionate that I could not hear it. Instead, my tongue wrapped around my nipples and sucked a few times. My helpless mother had to hug me hard in her arms, looked at me pamperingly and let me suck it.
I don't know how long I had eaten milk, but I fell asleep in a daze. I lay in my mother's arms and was coaxed to sleep. This treatment of a two-year-old child made me relive it when I was fifteen years old. It was so cool.
In the future, as long as I sleep with my mother, even if there are relatives who go to my grandmother’s house once, I sleep at my grandmother’s house at night, and my grandmother sleeps in the next room. I still touch her breasts and feed her breasts. She never refuses me. I will lie in my mother’s arms and feed her breasts. At the same time, my hands are still wandering around her. Except for this part of my vagina, I dare not touch it, and I let me play with it in other places. I will sleep when I am tired of playing. Life is really happy.
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