Chapter 7

I used long-handled scissors to cut the bushes in the backyard, and sweat flowed down my back.

It was mid-autumn and it was noon, but the weather was extremely hot.

I was not wearing a top, and the morning sun warmed my sweat-covered skin.

In a few hours, a few of my friends will come over to watch a professional football game with me.

But now, I am in the backyard and have gardening work to do.

My mother asked me to trim the hedge.

So I stood beside the overgrown shrubs and pruned out all the extra branches.

I cut my hair in the bushes for twenty minutes and my whole body was sweating.I want to finish the gardening work as soon as possible, then go into the house and take a shower and prepare to watch the competition with my friends.

My phone stuck to my biceps and played 90s Grunge rock music with wireless earbuds.

Music always makes gardening work that I don’t like more enjoyable.

I was devoted to work and music, and at first I didn't notice the shadow of someone behind me.But, I finally noticed it, and I turned around and saw my mother standing behind me.

I lowered my head instead of looking up.

Mom was wearing very short tan denim shorts.

She wore a tight white T-shirt on the upper body, which was old and torn, with several obvious holes and cracks, shrinking so that only a strong belly was exposed.

Obviously, she was not wearing a bra.

On Sunday morning, my mom walked around the house and looked very hot.

She looked at the piles of fallen leaves I left when I was working.

Well done, Randy!She said, I'm grateful for the work you did.The yard needs it, I don't want to ask a gardener to do it.

No problem, mom.I said.

The midday sunlight illuminated Mom's blonde hair from the side, shrouding her in an angel-like glory.

In sharp contrast, the expressions on her eyes and face were playful and fashionable, as brilliant as an angel.

She stared at me tightly, I didn't know what she was thinking.

What song are you listening to?Mom asked.

It's Pearl Jam I said.Alive.

Mom shook her head and laughed loudly.I don't know what's funny about this.

What's so funny about this?I asked.

It's nothing, she said, although it didn't seem like she said it on purpose.Her laughter finally calmed down.

When she controlled herself and stopped looking at me, she looked at me, her eyes flashing with morning light.

Your birthday is about to be celebrated, she said.Do you know what you want?

I gave my mother an evil smile and my eyes swept around her.

I'm watching.I said.

Lean down, child, she said, putting her fingers on my bare chest.Be good.

I don't want to do this, I said, I think you'll also like naughty.

I was impulsive and reached out my hand without scissors to her face. I gently and slowly pulled her face towards my face, but she did not resist.

Our lips touched each other and I kissed her gently, my lips touched hers.

I felt my mother's lips pressing against mine and slightly opened, so I pushed her harder.

I put down the scissors with my other hand and reached towards my mother's slim waist.

Now, I opened my mouth and she opened her mouth.

My tongue took the opportunity to reach forward into her mouth and tangle with her tongue.

Now we make out, my naked chest pressed against her thin T-shirt-wrapped breasts, our mouths squirming with each other.

Her tongue pushed back and tried to get into my mouth.

I breathed a sigh of relief and let her tongue in.

Now, my hands were pressed against the back of her neck and hugged her ass.

We stood in the backyard like this, bathing in the morning sun, kissing frantically, completely regardless of the fact that someone would happen to see us through or through the wooden fence surrounding the yard.

Well, mom, I yelled at her.

Well, Randy, she replied grunted.

We just twisted around the edge of the lawn and pushed each other for a few minutes.

The only sounds we make are the moans in our mouths and the sound of smacking each other.

I squeezed her butt with my hands and moved my hand to the gap between her legs.

I shouldn't have touched her legs, she told me, but if there was a thin layer of cotton fabric between my hands and her private parts, it was unclear whether the rule would apply.

I decided to stick to this.

My hand was further down between her legs, and then pressed my middle finger between her cracks.

It got into it.

To my surprise, my mother's butt pushed back my hand.

OK, I think.

Mom has no problem with this.

I decided to try her reaction from a different angle.

My hand slid around her, and then slid along her chest to the gap between her legs.

I held her mons pubis through my shorts and pressed my fingers on her mons pubis.

Now, my mother pressed forward again, pressing against my hand.I don't think she has any objection to this.I was surprised, but I didn't want to waste this opportunity.

I stretched out my middle finger and poked what I thought was my vagina under her shorts.

I pressed hard and my pants loosened and I felt my fingers pass through her shorts fabric, pushing it apart and spreading it apart.

I kept kissing her, trying to distract her, but I could tell she wasn't distracted.

Her body responded completely to my touch and pushed me backward.

I bent my middle finger and bounced more forcefully and faster between my mother's legs.

I want to see if I can make my mother orgasm.

She didn't leave, but after the second half of my gaze she put her hand down, grabbed my hand, and moved up half an inch.

She said: That's there, that's there.Then she continued to move, pressing the mons pubis covered with shorts between her legs against my fingers, pushing and stroking her.

I kept pressing her with my fingers until she let out a soft moan.

Mom, I whispered to her, "How about you, I'll take off your shorts and rub them through them?"I will make you climax.

A funny smile appeared on the corner of my mother's mouth.

If I wear underwear, it might be useful.But I didn't wear it.If I take off my shorts, your hands will touch my pussy and I won't let you do that.She said.

Why, mom?I asked, why not let me do it?I want to touch you.I want to fuck you.Let me fuck you, right now, in our backyard.It will feel good.You know I'll fuck you, mom, you know this will happen, let's do it now.

For a moment, I thought I might have convinced her because she kept pushing my fingers with the mons pubis between her legs, and I also pushed my fingers against her.

But then she pulled my hand away and looked into my eyes.

Randy, she said.We set some boundaries.You know.While this is fun, I want to keep these boundaries and I hope you can respect them.OK?

But why, mom?I asked, see what we are doing here.Think about what we've been doing.I know you like it just as much as I do.This feels so good.I respect your bottom lines, but they seem to be artificial.I tried to pretend to be a salesman.

I really want to sell this.

To me, this is not pretentious.She said, I did a lot with you, you are right, I enjoyed it.You inspire what I buried deep, and I enjoy it.But doing that is a completely different step, and I'm not ready to do it.So, now you have to respect my ideas.

Mom's voice sounded firm, and I knew it was useless to argue.

But I couldn't help but notice that she said she wasn't ready to take this step, and now I have to respect her statement.

My mother's words gave me hope.

When the time comes, I will have sex with her, I know that.

We are getting closer, but not now, nor here.

My mother's eyes were wide open and she looked at me with a glitter.

We can't do 'that', she said, but there's no reason not to have some fun when you're done with your chores.

A wicked smile appeared on her face and she took a step back.

Then she pulled up her white T-shirt and pulled it all the way to her neck, revealing her breasts.

They look even more perfect than I remember.

Her nipples shine in the morning light like hard pink pebbles.

Oh, moan, I moan.You are so beautiful.

Thank you, son.She said, pulling her shirt off.

She quickly turned around, stretched her butt in my direction, swaying barefoot toward one side of the yard, and I placed a water pipe under some of the bushes where the leaves had turned yellow.

My mother walked to the water pipe and bent her legs straight.The muscles on her slender legs were tight and thin.

She looked back at me as she grabbed the water pipe.I glanced at her eyes, but quickly turned my eyes to her butt.The small and tight shorts raised up, revealing a smooth buttocks and cheeks.

Then, my mother turned around, placed her thumb on the end of the water pipe, and sprayed water on herself.

When the cold water hit her, she let out a loud voice, but the cold did not stop her.

She poured water on her chest and put the water pipe back next to the bushes.

She squatted on the lawn, with fences and green plants behind her, kneeling on the grass, facing me.

She put her hands on her knees, swung her shoulders back and her chest forward, one of the most sultry shows I've ever seen.

Mom's soaked shabby white T-shirt perfectly outlines her breasts: plump, mature, round.

The shirt is now almost transparent, and the dark pink color of her erect nipples is particularly eye-catching.

I stood in the middle of the lawn, watching her 15 feet away, my feet pressed against the ground.

I collapsed on the ground with excitement.

Mom shook her shoulders back and forth.

I felt unbelievable again.

Despite so much we've done together so far, I can hardly believe: This is my mom!

She twisted her body in front of me, showing off her 41-year-old breasts to my son with lewd and proud.

She didn't give up.Her fingers hooked the hem of the already soaked shabby shirt and pulled it up.

My mother's thin and light muscled abdomen was visible at a glance, but she still didn't stop.

She swept her soaked shirt over her shoulders and head and threw it aside.

Now, she was like a hungry beast, sitting naked.

She put her hands under each breast and pushed them upwards.

She licked each nipple.

At this moment, most of my consciousness has been lost, and I am completely attracted by my mother's actions, and I can hardly make any rational thinking.

But some corner of my heart was wondering, where did my mother learn to perform like a stripper?

She and dad must have done more at some point in their marriage than she told me.

No matter where she received her education, she received her degree, and I, her horny and grateful son, was here to be influenced by my mom’s advanced knowledge and know how to be completely fucking sexy.

I reached between my legs and felt my penis getting bulging and uncomfortable with tight jeans.

I was about to pull the zipper down, but I stopped because my mom was doing something new.

She sat down and quickly pulled off the zipper of her shorts.

Now that the shorts are wet, I can tell that it is not so easy to pull.

But she quickly took off her shorts, and her butt bounced on the grass, allowing the grass and her legs to be relaxed in the air.

In the blink of an eye, my pants were taken off and I was thrown onto the soaked T-shirt on the lawn.

What my mother told the truth: she didn't wear underwear.

Now she is naked.

She put her feet back on the velvet straw carpet and spread her legs.One hand held her back and the other hand reached between her legs.She used two fingers to push her labia apart.

I thought my chin must have fallen, and my eyes glared out unconsciously because my mother smiled at me.Then the smile disappeared, and the lewd expression occupied her face.

She silently muttered a few words and swung the corners of her mouth exaggeratedly so that I could know what she was saying:

Is this what you want?She said.

I nodded.

The water sprayed from the water pipes sprinkled on my mother's naked body, reflecting the morning light, which made my mother shrouded in an angel-like brilliance, in sharp contrast with her lewd posture.

My hand reached toward the zipper.I need relief.I wanted to masturbate at my hot, naked stripper mom.Maybe she would let me cum on her face, or on her blonde hair.I want to see these.

However, before I started, I heard a loud male voice.

Hey Randy, that voice shouted.Working in the yard?

It was our neighbor, Mr. Daniels, the male owner of the old couple next door.

I opened my mouth wide when I saw his face appearing a few feet behind the fence just behind my mother.

He was slowly climbing up the ladder, and I saw him holding a pair of scissors in his hand. Apparently, he was going to use this pair to cut off some messy branches from a small tree next to the ladder.

I kept watching my mother, not even noticing that the ladder had been set up, nor did I hear Mr. Daniels' movement.

I could tell that he hadn't seen his mother yet, but if he continued climbing the ladder, he would see it.

I'm sure my mother's expression was even more shocked and surprised than me. She looked around and didn't know what to do or where to go.

If she runs out of the fence, Daniels will see her.

She can't let this happen.

She grabbed her shorts and shirt, did the only thing she could, and climbed backward toward the fence, finding a place between the two bushes beside the fence.

She leaned against the fence and lifted her legs to her chest, minimizing the chances of Mr. Daniels seeing her.

Mr. Daniels climbs on the ladder the more dangerous it is.

He climbed high enough that if his mother didn't move, he could see her, but the fence blocked his view and he couldn't see where his mother was squatting.

Instead of starting to cut it right away, he turned his head and looked around our backyard.

Obviously, he was looking for his mother.

I've caught him and peeked at my mother many times.

He is an old hypocrite because he and his wife, Elma, often speak irrelevantly and disagree with the moral habits of their neighbors.

Mrs. Daniels is worse than Mr. Daniels.

She is a hawk-faced woman, and her expression shows predatory contempt whenever she sees children approaching her lawn or seeing people dressing not in line with her requirements.

I have no doubt that Mr. Daniels lives in fear, fearing that one day Mrs. Daniels finds him peeking at my mother.

If she discovered it, he would be miserable.

Is your mom here, Randy?He asked.I guessed it right, he wanted to see my mother's face.

I looked at my mom under the fence directly opposite him, her head was just below him, no more than 12 feet from where he was standing on the ladder.

She put her fingers on her lips.

Her back was tightly pressed against the fence, and her other hand curled up her calf, keeping her calf against the fence, avoiding Mr. Daniels’s sight.

No, she is not nearby, I looked back at the elderly neighbor and said.But I'm sure she's not far away.

OK, say hello to her on my behalf.He said in a croaking voice.Your mother is such a good woman.Very tasteful.Even Elma said she was very tasteful, but she had never said that many people.

I saw my mother covering her mouth with her hands and holding back her smile.

I could almost swear that even from this distance, I could see her eyes shining and looking up at the sky directly above her.

Then she took her hands away from her legs and slowly and quietly spread them away so that they could not be found.

Soon, they were all peeled off, and my mother's vagina was once again exposed to me.

Mr. Daniels had no idea, and his mother was just below him standing, showing herself so lewdly.

Thank you for saying that, Mr. Daniels.I replied.I think my mom is also an elegant lady.She always tells me the importance of following the rules.Also be humble.

My mother glanced at me sly, put her hand between her legs and began to rub it.I saw her folds being pushed back and forth, up and down.She closed her eyes, obviously savoring the feeling.

I wish Mr. Daniels could walk away, but he was slow to cut branches and didn't seem to be in a hurry.

He said: These days, it is rare for people with taste.He cut off a few branches, waited for a while, and looked at the fence again, this time it seemed to be scanning the house.

Will your mom go to the garden with you this morning?he asked, his tone full of hope.

No, I said.She is busy doing more important things now.

The conversation and Mr. Daniels' proximity seemed to have excited Mom as she moved faster and faster until she became blurred between her legs.

I saw her legs twitching involuntarily for two or three times, and my mouth opened.

Then she let out a slight gasp.

The gasp wasn't loud, but loud enough that I could hear it, and I'm sure Mr. Daniels must have heard something, even though he had a poor hearing.

I saw his brow frown.

Have you heard anything?He asked.Mom's hands covered her mouth.

No, I heard nothing.I said.Mom took her hands away and muttered, "Damn it."

Well, he said.He began to lean forward, away from the ladder, and turned his head to look over the fence.

Ron!A woman's voice came from behind Mr. Daniels.It's his wife.Thank goodness.

Is that tree ready?I need you.Her voice was sharp and harsh, and Mr. Daniels looked depressed and helpless.

Yes, I've done it.He replied in a trembling voice.I am coming.He looked back at me.

OK, I have to leave, he said.Goodbye Randy.Say hello to your mother for me.

I will, Mr. Daniels.I said.He walked down the ladder, his head landed under the fence, and he could not see it.I gave my mother a thumbs up.

Mom picked up her top and shorts and squatted and ran quickly towards the house from the fence.I'm chasing behind.

She and I both looked back and saw that there was no trace of Mr. Daniels.Mom opened the back door and ran into the house, and I followed closely behind.

After entering the house, the door closed, Mr. Daniels' eager and peeping eyes no longer worry, and mother stopped.

She was still naked.

Her shorts and shirt were soaked, and she had no intention of wearing them.

Drops of water slid from her clothes and body to the wooden floor thumping, thumping.

Randy, mom said, can you get me a towel?My feet are dirty and wet and I don't want to dirty the house.

Of course, mom.I said.

I got a towel back from the laundry room next to me.

It was a small towel that was big enough to wipe her feet, but not enough to cover her.

I admit I want to continue seeing my mom’s naked body.

I knelt on the ground and pointed at her feet, and my mother raised her feet.

I helped her wipe her feet one by one, massaged and wiped each foot carefully and lovingly.

But I also didn't forget to look up at the gap between her legs and her eyes. She searched my eyes while watching me wipe her body with a towel.

Looking at my mother's naked beauty and fragility, desire surged in my heart.

It's so dangerous, I told her.

I think if Mr. Daniels sees you, he will have a heart attack.

Fortunately, he didn't. Mom said, I don't want that old pervert to see me like this.The whole neighbor will know.

I helped my mother wipe her feet, put down the towel and stood up.Mom and I were face to face, I was wearing clothes while she was naked.

You like this, right, mom?I asked her.

Mom smiled.She knew what I was asking her.She answered after a while.

Yes, Randy, she said, I like it.You already know your mom very well, I can say that.I like.But we have to be careful.I can't let people like Daniels see me like this.I can't let the neighbors know about it, and if I let Old Ron Daniels see me, they'll know about it.

I know, mom.I said.My eyes looked up and down her naked and juicy body.

We must be careful.But we can still have some fun.You know, I have three friends who are coming to watch the football game soon.

Randy, Mom said, I won't strip your friends naked.If Tucker saw me like that, before sunset, people around would know.I can't allow this.I have a job and reputation to maintain.

Mom, I know.I said, you're right about Tucker.You have to be careful when you are by his side.He is my best friend, but he is not very cautious.He couldn't keep the secret at all.But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun today.We can, I think you will like it.

What do you think?she asked.Her eyebrows were raised very high.

I want you to perform, mom.I said, there must be limits.Don't let Tucker hang his teeth at everyone.You won't let your neighbors be ashamed.But I want to push you, mom.I know you like to show off, and I want you to show off this afternoon.

Randy, mom said, what are you thinking?

I took out a wrinkled piece of paper from my pocket.I gave it to her, and after she looked it for a minute or two, she picked it up.

What's this?she asked.

I wrote down the clothes I hope you wear today, when my friends came, during football games.

Mom took the piece of paper and kneaded it away.She looked at it, her mouth slightly raised.Then she raised her head from the paper and looked at me again.

What kind of son are you?she asked.

I'm the kind of son that a mom like you wants.I said, my lips raised and showed a knowing smile.

Go.Take a shower and put on the clothes I wrote.We'll have fun, but we won't cross any boundaries you don't want to cross.

After saying that, the naked mother took the note, held it tightly in her hand, turned around, and walked from beside me towards her bedroom.

The day had an interesting start, but I'm sure it's going to be even more fun.

Two hours later, the doorbell rang and I let my friends Alex, Mason and Tucker into the house.

The competition was about to begin, so they quickly found a seat on the chairs and sofas in front of the large-screen TV in the living room.

I knew their appetite, so the coffee table in front of them was filled with potato chips and dipping sauce.

As I went to the kitchen to get my drinks, I heard Tucker start bragging about the success of his fantasy team.

This sparked a noisy but friendly debate, with the focus on who the fantasy quarterback is the worst.

The kitchen and living room are separated by a floor-to-ceiling wall, which has a large space on the wall that allows people to hand over food and drinks from the kitchen through the counter to the living room.

There are three bar stools next to it.

Looking out to the kitchen from the living room, you can see a part of the kitchen behind the cutout in the wall, and to the right is the open dining room.

The TV is hung on the wall opposite the kitchen so that we can cook in the kitchen while watching TV.

On the left side of the kitchen is the corridor leading to the bedroom and on the right side is the corridor leading to the dining room.

The kitchen is spacious.

My parents updated the kitchen before their divorce.

There is a waist-high bar in the middle of the kitchen, with bread, sandwich meat and condiments that my mom and I were going to make sandwiches during the competition.

I haven't seen my mom for an hour, but I hope she will show up to help me anytime.

I opened the refrigerator and started to pull out some drinks.

Hey Randy.Mason shouted.I looked up and he was sitting on the sofa and turned to look at me.

Where is your mother?

My friends have never changed, they always want to see my hot mom, but I have changed. If it were the past, I would feel embarrassed, but now I won’t.

This time, I fully realized how sexy my mom was, and I wanted them to see her sexy side, maybe not all the sexy, but I wanted them to see a part of it.

She was nearby and I said she wanted to make lunch for me, so she should be out soon.

Very good, he said, turning around to watch the game.The game began and the visiting team kicked off.

Just then, I heard the clicking sound of high heels stepping on the floor.I looked up and saw my mother standing at the door between the kitchen and the corridor.Her hands were placed on both sides of the door frame.

She looks so beautiful.

The first thing I noticed was her blue denim miniskirt.

It's been a long time since I saw her wearing this dress, and it's shorter than I thought.

It landed high on her thighs, its shortness accentuated the length and delicate tones of mother's legs, which never seemed to grow big until the 4-inch white cork strap wedge-shaped heels.

She wore a tight white vest on the upper body with a built-in rack bra (I know, because I've checked it out before when I was preparing my list of what I wanted my mom to wear).

The bra provided enough support so that mom wouldn't shake left and right, but the bra was thin and I could see the blurry outline of her nipples.

Mom also spent some time on her hair and face.

Thick golden wavy curls surrounded her adorable face.

On Sunday afternoon, she put on thicker makeup than usual, but it wasn't too much; it added a touch of extra charm to the sporty beauty she had just worn.

She looks like I want it to be: cute, sexy, but not tacky.

She can tease, but it won't be too obvious.

This is exactly what I want.

I pointed to the bottom of her skirt and said, "Let me see."

She knows what I want.

First, she glanced to the side to see if anyone could see her.

It was just a redundant glance because my friends couldn’t see Mom in the living room.

She reached out and slowly pulled the hem of her skirt.

I nodded and signaled her to continue pulling.

She did it until the pink and blue thong was fully exposed.

Although it is not completely transparent, it is also transparent enough. I can see my mother's delicious slit through the fabric.

If someone can look up along his mother's skirt, they will not only see underwear, but not as much as their mother wants them to see.

I nodded and she pulled her skirt off.Looks perfect.We are ready to set off.

I pointed to the drinks placed on the tray on the bar.

Mom, I asked, can you take these to the living room?

Of course, Randy.She said with a smile.

She picked up the tray, walked out of the other end of the kitchen, walked through the dining room, and came to the living room, announcing her existence to my friends with the sound of high heels and the jumping and charming sound.

Hi, kids!She said, do you want some snacks?

All three of them turned their heads and the game was forgotten instantly.

From the kitchen, I could see their faces and my mom from behind.

Mom obviously impressed them because for a few seconds they didn't speak, Tucker and Mason's mouths opened.

Even flies can fly in, and they won't notice it.

Of course, Ms. Lund, Tucker said at the end, with a little stuttering.Thank you so much!

Now, Tucker, she said, you know you can call me Yingjia.You are all adults.

OK, well, Yingjia.Tucker said his eyes were still wide, apparently scanning her body.

My mom walked around the sofa to the coffee table and let my friends see her legs moving under her little skirt, which was impressive.

She knelt on the ground with her knees bent and put the tray on the table, but she couldn't avoid her skirt lifting her thighs when she did this. I could tell from the way her friends twisted their heads and they wanted to see clearly.

Mom turned a blind eye to their eyes, but I knew she knew very well what they were doing.

I felt a little guilty.

I carefully planned and showed my sexy mother to my three erotic friends.

I thought about what I was doing.

I shouldn't have done that, wouldn't I?

But I did, and my mom agreed.

I've started to act, but now it's mom's performance.

If she doesn't want to perform, she won't wear a miniskirt and a vest.

It's too late for me to worry about whether what I've done is morally appropriate.

I just need to sit down and enjoy the show.

The guilt has passed.

Mom moved the drinks from the tray to the table.My friends' attention to her has not diminished at all.

Each of them stared at her in a different way.

Mason was always anxious to please her, sitting closest to her, bent over and pouring her drinks, but I could tell he was trying to look into her skirt while she was squatting.

Alex is the coolest of the three, sitting at the farthest, looking at his mom with side-looking eyes while pretending to watch the game.

Tucker never cared about whether he looked or acted properly, but just sat blankly, staring at his mother's breasts.

It took a long time for my mother to put the drinks on the table. She stood up as casually as possible and returned to the kitchen in her high heels.

In the kitchen, I noticed that their eyes were following her round butt in her skirt.

My mother smiled at me as she turned from the restaurant into the kitchen.

How do you like it?She asked me softly.

Nothing you like.I said.

You are so bad.As she said that, she gently pinched my chest with her hands.

I came out of the kitchen and watched the ball game in the living room for a while.

Mom stayed in the kitchen, making savory small flip-flops she prepared for as an appetizer before lunch.

The competition was very intense, but my mind was on my mother, thinking about what she was going to do next.

At the beginning of the second quarter, she appeared again.She was carrying a small plate containing flip-flops and napkins.

Alex, Mason and Tucker heard the sound of her high heels hitting the floor, and they turned their heads at the same time and watched her approach.

As she walked into the living room, a napkin fell from the tray to the floor.

Mom squatted on the floor without hesitation, holding the tray with one hand and picking up the napkin with the other. Her elegant posture was amazing.

She kept the position long enough, and her knees were apart enough that we could clearly see the blue panties under her skirt.

I wish I could have a glimpse of her sexual organs under her blue cloth, and I did it, just barely.

I don't know if my friends have seen it.

I turned around from my mother to look at them, and from their surprised expressions, I guess they saw it.

Mom stood up, put the flip pancakes on the table, and walked back to the kitchen.I can swear, her butt whizzes with her footsteps.My hot mom, I think.Wow!

As time is approaching halftime, I decided to get up and make lunch.

I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother standing by the bar, holding a tree of lettuce in her hand, looking thin and fragrant.

When our eyes met, I could see that she was the same as I thought: What should I do next?Where will we go?

I don't want to go too far, nor do she.

I don't want to do something that might cause trouble for her work, friends, or reputation, and as far as I know, her reputation is spotless.

But I want to force her.

I want to explore the limits of my mom trying to show off her sexy sexiness in some way, not too much.

I walked to her, put my hand on her butt, and squeezed it through the denim skirt.

We both stood on the other side of the bar, where my friends sat.

They were all watching games on TV, but if they turned around, they could only see above our waists and the rest were hiding behind the counter.

I can pinch my mom's butt to my friends, and I won't see it.

I felt my hand being resisted; my mother was pushing my finger backward with her butt.

I looked at her face, her eyes closed.

I pulled her skirt up and covered her ass.

Her ass cheeks were exposed naked in front of me, and I stroked her naked skin with my hands.

Her thongs covered almost nothing.

What do they do?

I want to know.

I was impulsive and hooked my fingers to my underwear and pulled it down.

Mom didn't resist.

She stood there with her eyes closed, allowing me to pull her thong down her legs until the thong was tied to her ankles and landed on the floor.

She spread her legs and looked at the thong at her feet.

She kicked the thong aside.

You are so naughty, she whispered, my friends can't hear it.

You didn't stop me, I replied.I pinched her smooth butt again.I felt her butt pushing my hand hard.No, she won't stop me.

I don't think you'll let me put my underwear back, right?Mom asked me.

No, I said, reaching out and snatching them up and stuffing them into my pocket.

This is the assault mission for you.

It's not easy to wear this dress.She said.

It's easy to be boring, I replied.

You have to do your best.It seems that everyone still needs some bargaining chips.I poured a bag of potato chips into a large orange bowl and pushed the bowl in front of my mother.

Take this for them to eat, I said, be careful!As I said that, I smirked at her.

My mother took the bowl from me and walked out of the kitchen in her high heels.

She shook her butt while walking.

I watched her deliver potato chips through the hollow on the wall.

The game was going on and the TV was going on so my friends didn’t notice her at first, but when she approached them, all three of them noticed her.

She bent down and placed the bowl on the table, her legs straightened.

The skirt was raised upwards and I had once doubted whether she would expose herself in front of my friend, but the hem of the skirt stopped rising before she showed her half inch inch in the underwear.

Despite this, I could still see that my friends were attracted by her appearance.

Tucker, especially, looked at his mother with his mouth wide open.

Mom pretended not to notice.

She let go of her hand, stood up, turned around and walked slowly back to the kitchen.

My friends followed her for a few seconds and then continued to watch the game.

Mom didn't return to the kitchen immediately.

She stopped by the dining table and she knew I could see her from the kitchen and my friends could see her from the living room, too, if their attention wasn't focused on the game.

Mom quickly gave me an evil smile.

I couldn't believe what she did next.

A set of extra napkins were placed on the edge of the table, and my mother swept them with her hands and pushed them down.

Napkins spilled all over the floor.

Mom put her fingers beside her mouth and looked at me pretending to be innocent.

Then, she squatted down to pick up napkins.

She squatted down, her heels just stepped on the ground, and her knees were wider than necessary.

The skirt was raised up and kept tilting up.

I could see clearly, and my friends in the living room could see clearly, if they didn't turn a blind eye.

I know that Tucker will definitely use his eyes to see what his mother exposed: her naked vagina under her denim skirt.

Mom slowly packed up the napkins on the floor.

She kept her legs spreading and squatting.

I admire her sense of balance and leg muscles.

I also admired the sweetness of the genitals between her legs exposed to my eyes, the thin labia barely but obviously hanging at the junction of her thighs.

Finally, my mother put away the napkin in her hand, stood up, and looked at me.

She put the napkin back on the table and walked towards me in the kitchen.

For about 30 seconds, my mother kept in this position and completely exposed herself to my friends.

But they don't know what they missed.

Their focus remains on the game.

Mom approached me in the kitchen, bent her eyebrows and showed a twisted smile on her face.I don't know what to say.

I think we'd better make lunch.She said.

I nodded, and there was nothing to say at this time.I was upset and hungry to pull some rapeseed and other vegetables out of the refrigerator and prepare to make a salad.

Even if I didn't turn to look at my mother, I felt that she was by my side.

I heard the cabinet door open and I knew my mom was taking out the plate for salad.

My body felt the heat emitted by my mother's body from head to toe.

While my mother put the plate on the bar, I also put the vegetables for making salads on the table.

I turned around and looked at her up and down.

The skirt is very short, and against the backdrop of the skirt, her legs look soft and seductive.

I put my hand on her waist and picked her up.

I've never picked up my mom like this.

Maybe I was stronger than I thought, maybe my mom was lighter than I thought, but she was easily picked up by me and I placed her on the table on the side of the opening of the wall leading to the living room.

Where she sat, my friends were concentrating on football in the living room, and my mom was just out of their sight.

She said nothing.

She was wearing a denim skirt and her thin legs were exposed outside the counter.

I put one hand on her warm and strong thigh.

My mother looked at me steadily, and my hands moved upward along the dry but silky skin on her legs.

They pressed against the hem of the denim skirt as my hands moved upwards.

Soon, the skirt was pushed back, revealing my mother's naked vagina.

A burst of cheers came from the living room.My friends cheered in unison, probably because our team scored a goal.

I heard the announcers coming from the TV, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.I can't follow them.

I could only pay attention to my mother on the counter, her little skirt was tied up on her hips, and her sexyness was visible.

And her eyes were staring at me all the time, and I tried to understand them.

I want to know what she is thinking.

Is she nervous?

Is she hungry?

Did she do this to please me or herself?

I have no idea.

I only know what I can see, I can see my mother's wide-open emerald-like eyes staring at me, barely blinking, and her open legs revealing her most private body part under her push-up skirt.

Her knees were raised upwards, allowing me to see more clearly.

My friends have no idea what's going on.

They sat less than 20 feet away, yelling at the TV screen and the game, but they would have been driven crazy if they knew what my mom was doing.

Especially Tucker.But he didn't know at all.

I put my hands between my mother's legs, put my fingers under her thighs, and pressed them up.

She raised her legs without resistance until her knees were raised high and her heels were on the edge of the counter.

Then, I pushed her legs a little wider.

I had to be careful because if I pushed her right knee too far, I might be seen by my friends who would turn their attention from the TV to the kitchen.

My mother passively followed my gesture and asked me to spread her legs apart.She looked at me with a smile.

Do you like what you see?she asked in a low voice to avoid being clamored by the clamor of football matches.

I gently pinched my mother's thighs, savoring the touch of her silky skin and the beautiful scenery of her legs stretching toward both sides.

Mom leaned her back against the cabinet on the counter and moved her butt forward a few inches.

She wanted to expose her pussy, just like I wanted to see her pussy.

I could see clearly; my delicate labia opened, revealing my mother's delicious pink moistness.

Just below is her cute asshole.

We were both excited and it was getting harder to concentrate as three of my friends were sitting nearby waiting for lunch, turning a blind eye to my sexy mom’s slutty show.

They have to wait a few more minutes.

I had an idea.

I put vegetables for salads on the counter.

A thick carrot has been washed and peeled, and there is a green lettuce next to it.

I picked it up, put it in front of my mother, and smiled lewdly at her.

Her eyes widened, her head turned to one side, as if she was about to shake her head.

But I nodded to her, seemingly stopping her.

She is waiting for me.

I held the thick end of the carrot and gently touched the folds of the skin on my mother's clitoris with its thin tip.

My mother's body twitched slightly when she touched it, and the slightest gasp sounded in her mouth.

I felt her nervousness, and I could feel it, and it was very delicate.

All my senses are burning.

I used the top of the carrot to push away the folds of her skin until the salmon meat on her clitoris was completely exposed.

It is damp and glittering under the bright kitchen lights.

I used carrots to turn small circles around her clitoris.

My mother gasped again, and this time the sound became louder, and her breasts arched towards me.

The top of the carrot moved downwards, between her fleshy lip, I manipulated it to push the labia aside.

I've seen my mom's pussy a lot over the past few weeks, but never seen it so close, in such good light.

I scratched the inner edge of her labia with a carrot.

I looked up at my mother's face, and she was also looking down at her vagina and let me check it.

I've seen the pussy before, and like many men, I've never been tired of seeing more pussy.

But I have never been so obsessed with the cuteness of women's primitive nude sexual organs as I am now.

Too beautiful, but I don't want to just look at it.

I moved the carrot to the middle of her labia and I pushed it slowly and gently.

I was wondering if I violated my mother's rules and could not touch her underneath.Strictly speaking, I don't.

It was Carrot that touched her, not me.

I don't know if my mom thinks that.

She said nothing.

She lowered her head and watched more of the thick orange carrots disappear inside her.

I think her silence means I didn’t break her rules.

The thicker carrots entered her body, and I watched in fascination as the thicker carrots stretched her entrance further, and the wet thin lips in her vagina tightly clamped the whole body of the carrot.

I pushed the carrot forward briefly.

Mom gasped again and her eyes turned to the ceiling.

Fortunately, the TV volume was turned up very high, otherwise my friends would have heard her.

My friends cheered in the living room.

Randy, Alex shouted, you missed a great game.You have to come out.

Wait a minute, I shouted, we are preparing the salad.

In this way, I slowly pulled the carrot out of my mother's vagina.

The surface of the carrot was covered with the wet juice from her pussy, and her fleshy lips grabbed the carrot tightly, as if she didn't want it to leave.

When I pulled it out completely, with a soft puff, my mother's inner labia collapsed and folded together again.

Mom's mouth opened.

She panted and looked at me with a strong desire.

I shook the carrot in front of her and put the top into my mouth.I sucked the first two inches wet by my mom and bit off the top.

What's wrong, mom?I asked.

Naughty, she whispered.

I got it from mine, I replied.

Mom didn't say anything.

I left her and walked to the cutting board.

I picked up the large kitchen knife and sliced ​​the remaining carrots into thin slices.

I scooped them up and put them in a salad bowl.

I looked back at my mother's face and she looked at me in disbelief.

Are you serious?She asked me.

Yes, I said.I'm serious.My friends have been salivating at my mom for years.

They will taste her in the salad, even if they don't know.

As I cut the other vegetables and lettuce into the salad bowl, my mother put down her legs and jumped off the counter.Mom quickly stirred the salad dressing and poured it into a bowl.

When I make sandwiches, you can take them to eat.I said.

Through the gap on the wall, I watched my mother bent over and put the salad bowl, small plate and knife on the table among my friends.

They turned their heads and stared at her, but their eyes were not as good as mine, because I could see the back of my mother's thin legs under her skirt, and her thighs were raised as she bent over.

I also know that under the skirt, she was not wearing underwear.

And, unlike my friends, I know that my mom had just been dried with a carrot.

I wondered if she had done something similar before, my mom was filled with surprises.I guess she has done a lot of things that I don't know.

I make sandwiches for my friends in the kitchen.

They might be wondering why I've been in the kitchen for so long and I need to do something to explain why I'm not in the living room.

My mother returned to the kitchen and helped me finish the work.

Hey Randy, the salad is awesome!I heard Tucker calling me.

Before I could say anything, I heard Mason's response.

When did you start to enjoy salads, man?He asked.I've never seen you eat anything you can't eat in a fast food restaurant at KFC or McDonald's.

Just do whatever you want.But the salad is good, Tucker said.The seasoning is good, too.

Thanks, Tucker.I shouted in the kitchen, this is the chef's secret recipe.Very glad you liked it.

If he knew he was tasting my mom, the woman he had coveted for many years would be fine.

I continued to make the rest of the lunch.

When my mom and I finished making the sandwiches, I packed them in a tray and brought them to the living room where my friends were talking loudly about the competition.

The second quarter has begun and the two sides tied.

I don't know what my mother is busy with, I want to go back to her, but my sense of responsibility for my friends made me sit down and watch the ball game with them for a while.

I had half a sandwich.

They and I cheered for every successful pass of the team and booed the referee for favoritism.

But I kept thinking about my mom when I watched the game and cheered with my friends.She has never appeared in the living room since I left the kitchen.

After a while, I decided to get up and go back to the kitchen.

I swept the tray and the empty plates.

As I walked back to the kitchen, I realized how much I missed my mom.

I want her.

I long to see her and touch her.

When I walked to the kitchen she was there, with her back to me, and was wiping a countertop in the kitchen with a sponge.

She bent her waist a little bit, but it was enough to expose a lot of the back of her thighs.I felt the familiar pressure in my pants, and a feeling of excitement arises.

I put the empty tray and plates on the kitchen bar and continued to walk towards my mom.

She didn't look back at me, as if she was doing something attentively.

I realized that my chest was rising and falling with my rapid and short breathing; my body shook with an overwhelming sense of need and purpose.

I forgot everything else, only the mother in front of me is the most important thing.

I walked behind her and placed my hands on the part of her hips that covered with the denim skirt.

She suddenly turned under my crotch, her hands still hanging beside her.

She looked at me half open her mouth, staring at me tightly.

She said nothing.

Without thinking, I reached out to the button in front of her little skirt and unbuttoned it.

I grabbed the zipper with one hand and pulled down the skirt with the other.

Before my mother could react, her skirt fell below her buttocks.

When she reacted, she half-doubtedly tried to stop me, and she put her hands on my hands, but it didn't really stop my hands.

I resisted her efforts and kept pulling her skirt down with my hands.

A few seconds later, her denim skirt was taken off to her ankle, and her mother stood naked in the kitchen below her waist.

I didn't give up.

As soon as the skirt landed, my hand reached to the bottom of her suspender shirt and quickly pulled it up.

My mother's hands didn't seem to know what to do.

She didn't stop me, instead, her arms and hands moved upwards to accommodate the sweep of the suspender over her shoulders and head.

I pulled my shirt up and took it off her.

Then, my mother was completely naked.

She stood a few feet away from my friends in the living room.They can't see her where they watch the game, but if one of them goes to the gap between the kitchen and the bar, they'll see everything.

I threw the suspender shirt on the ground and held my mother in my arms.

One hand touched her butt and the other hand touched the back of her neck.

My mouth instantly touched her mouth, and my tongue stretched forward to intersect her tongue.

Our tongues fought each other as I kneaded her firm and sweet buttocks with my hands.

Then I pulled my hand back.Although I really want my mother's body to stick to me, I want something else.

Mom, lying on the floor, I whispered so that my friends in the living room would not hear it.

My mother's reaction was a beat slower, as if she didn't quite understand what I wanted her to do, but then she reacted and obeyed my request.

She looked at me with her firm eyes open, smiled slightly, and told me she knew what I wanted.

We don't need to say it to each other.

She knows what I want, and she wants it too.

Mom's knees bent, her hands forward, and then she put her limbs on the ground.

She made eye contact with me, and I looked back at her and gestured to her with my chin.

Mom turned around until her butt was facing me.

She put her breasts on the floor and her butt raised towards me.

In the universe, nothing is more seductive than my mother's raised butt and her beautiful vagina. Her labia are slightly open and can be seen in my hungry gaze.

She was there, pushing her breasts against the wooden floor, spreading her legs, and facing away from me, allowing me to see it.

My eyes scanned the kitchen bar next to me.I saw what I needed and picked it up.

I spit on it and bent down.

I stuffed a thick and green cucumber into my mother's naked vagina.

The cucumbers are thicker and bigger than the carrots I've tried before, so they are not that quick and not so easy to get in.

But it went in anyway.

My saliva helped a lot, but the main lubricant was still from my mom.

Her bottom was already soaked; I could feel it when I pushed the cucumber into her body because there was no resistance.

When the cucumber was halfway through, I stopped exerting force.

I want to see what I did.

The cucumber is very thick, much thicker than the carrots I inserted before.

The mother's vagina wrapped the cucumber tightly.

Mom's body swung up and down with her rapid and excited breathing.

She pressed her breasts very low, pressed against the floor, and her butt was raised high.

The cucumber was inserted tightly inside and could not go anywhere.

Mom lifted her head off the floor, twisted her neck, and looked back at me.

I lay on the floor, using my hands and feet together, getting closer to her.

I bent my face down and kissed her lips.

Our tongues touched together.

I stepped back and listened.The game continues and my friends are still shouting.I don't want one of them to pop up in the kitchen, but now it seems like there is no need to worry.They were all immersed in the game.

Mom sat up.

She grabbed the cucumber with one hand, stuffed it into her body, and pressed my chest with the other, forcing me to retreat.

My mother guided me back to the back of the kitchen bar.

As I backed back, she knelt forward until we both retreated completely to the back of the kitchen bar, facing my friends in the living room.

From their location, I can see my upper body, but I can’t see my mother at all.

I don't know what my mom is thinking.

I quickly got it.My mother took her hands away from me, leaned back, and placed her hands slightly behind her.

She then pressed down hard until the top of the cucumber touched the floor.

She pushed down and more cucumbers disappeared into her.

My mother's back was arched, her breasts were erect, and her nipples were hard and erect.

Then she began to shake up and down the cucumber.

I watched the thick green fruit disappear into her body, and each time I inserted it down, it would be a little more.

My half-erect penis was instantly erect and stretched out in my pants, which was very uncomfortable.

I put my hands on my crotch and wanted to adjust it to make it more comfortable.

But it's still not enough.

There wasn't enough room in my tight pants for my pounding cock.

I needed release and relief, so I unzipped my pants and took it out.I looked into the living room.

My friends’ attention is still focused on the game, but even if they look at me, they won’t see anything because it’s below the height of the kitchen bar countertop.

But they might notice my heavy breathing and semi-anxious expressions, and they might wonder why I could have watched the game in the living room, why would I stand sideways behind the kitchen bar.

I have to be careful.

However, my mother had other ideas.She reached out and grabbed my penis, and her fingers wrapped around her thick penis behind the purple-red glans.The touch of her fingers is simply heaven.

Oh my god, I think, mom is going to masturbate me in the kitchen, and my friend is in another room.

This is too risky.

But it's worth it.

When I think of her being able to masturbate me to orgasm and ejaculate in front of her, I was so excited that I couldn't describe it. No matter how big the risk was, it was worth it.

But my mother was not satisfied with masturbating me.

This was evident when she smiled closer to me until her face was only two inches from the head of my blood-filled cock.

I looked at it and saw a drop of crystal clear pre-similar at the top.

Mom looked at it too.

Then, she glanced at me deeply and opened her mouth.

Oh my God, she wants...

She wanted to...she did it.

My mother stuck out her tongue and barely touched the top of my penis. She licked it gently and licked the front semen.

A drop of pre-similar disappeared in her mouth.

Mom pursed her lips and kissed her hard and plump penis.

Her lips opened and she held my penis in her mouth.

I watched my glans slowly disappear, and her mouth opened wider.

My mother's eyes never left me.

After a while, the glans disappeared and completely entered her mouth. Under the stirring of her tongue, her lips wrapped around my thick penis.

I could see the outline of my cock head in her mouth, against her cheeks.

Her right hand kneaded the base of my penis, and cooperated with her mouth to maximize the feeling of pure pleasure.

I immediately realized that I could ejaculate in her mouth with almost no effort.I pushed my hips forward with force.I want it to happen.

But we were interrupted.

Randy!Tucker's voice broke through my beautiful reverie.

I grabbed one side of the bar, steadily, and looked up at the source of the sound.

Tucker stood up from the sofa and walked to the table between the kitchen and the living room.

He held two empty beer bottles in his hand.

Mom stopped shaking on my cock and lowered her body and kept motionless to make sure Tucker couldn't see her.

However, he might still wonder why I was standing behind the counter with half a corner.

What's wrong, Tucker?I asked, trying to smooth my voice out more than my body, as my body seemed to be trembling with excitement and tension.

He lifted the beer bottle.

I've finished drinking, brother.He said, I need a refill.Do you want me to get it?

No!I said excitedly, I couldn't let Tucker walk into the kitchen and saw my naked mom squatting on the kitchen floor with my dick in my mouth.

Fortunately, I put more beer in a metal basin filled with ice on the bar.

I pulled out a cold beer from the ice and threw it to Tucker without hesitation.

Catch it!I said, not giving him too many warnings.

This is a stupid thing because Tucker is not my most coordinated friend and he can easily drop the bottle to the ground, which may cause the bottle to break.

But he still caught it, just reluctantly.

He gave me an interesting look.

Is it okay?He asked, don't you want to see the game?

Of course, I said, wait a moment.

I want to join my friends, but first I want to squirt my cum into my mom's throat to relieve my stress.

I dared not look down at my mom as Tucker watched me talking to me, but from my side I could see that she was still looking up at me and I felt her lips still wrapped around my cock.

Where is your mother?Tucker asked, looking around.

I also looked around.

Damn, mom's skirt is placed on the kitchen floor, I don't know if Tucker can see it from his location.

But he didn't seem to see it.

If he saw it, I would definitely see his eyes wide open, but his eyes didn't change at all.

She had to deal with something, and I said, she should be done with it right away and she would come back.

OK, Tucker said, come and join us.It was a wonderful game.The team led by 3 points, with only 10 minutes left.

He turned and left, guarding the TV with Mason and Alex.

Finally, I looked back at my mother and nodded to encourage her to continue.My balls are not flesh-colored, but purple, and I need more relief than I ever remember.

But my mother shook her head lightly.Her lips opened and moved away from my penis, my penis was still extremely hard.

Let's do it later, she said, go with your friends.

As she said that, her mother shook her back and heels and lifted her butt off the ground. She pulled out the thick green cucumber from her body, dragging her thin labia along the cucumber's body.

As the cucumber popped out of her body, a tiny stream of transparent liquid spurted out, leaving a small puddle on the floor.

The departure of the cucumber caused a large pink crack to appear between the mother's stretched legs.

Mom took a few steps back in this position, turned around, closed her skirt and top, crawled out of the kitchen door on all sides, came to the corridor, and disappeared.

I stared blankly at the empty door, with depression, excitement and incredible emotions intertwined.

Less than 4 seconds after my mother disappeared, I heard Alex's voice coming from behind.

Hey man, he said, can you give me one more beer?

Well, of course, I said, speaking very slowly.It's hard for me to concentrate.I took out a bottle of beer from the tank and gave it to him.

Alex looked down at the floor and gestured with the beer.He was watching his mother spray the residue on the shiny wood floor.

It seems you knocked over something.Alex said it's better to clean it up or you'll slip.

It's Ah.I said, OK, I will...uh, handle it.I'll be here soon.

Alex left me.

I picked up the towel and sucked my mom's juice on the floor.

I put it on my nose and inhale before throwing the towel on the stage.

I didn't smell any bad smell, a fresh fragrance, only a hint of mother's fragrance.

My mother left and the housework was done, so I could finally reunite with my friends in the living room.I walked in with my beer and poured it on a large chair.

My friends and I watched the rest of the game in the living room.A few minutes before the game, my mom appeared again. She was dressed neatly, picked up the empty beer bottle, and poured some potato chips into the bowl on the coffee table.

I almost stood up and followed her as she started walking back to the kitchen.

Seeing her, I was like a dog in heat, almost unable to control my behavior.

But my mother glanced at me and reached out her hand, obviously wanting me to stay and watch the game with her friends.

So, I resisted the impulse and stayed with them.

The competition was wonderful.

The opponent regained the ball with three minutes left and made a big attack on the court, using all their timeouts.

It seems that things are not good.

With two seconds left in the game, the kicker shot a 30-yard shot and hit the left post.

The time has come, our team has won.

We all cheered.

I like my friends, but I prefer my mom’s hot nude and I need it very much.

So, after the game, I hinted as much as possible, some implicit, some less implicit, and that it was time for them to go.

My friends aren't always the group that reacts most to hints, but they seem to get what I mean.

They helped me get the empty beer and leftover potato chips to the kitchen, and we walked to the entrance together.

Thank you for the party, Randy.Mason said, thank you mom, too.Where is she?

He looked around, as did Alex and Tucker.They looked annoyed because they would never see their mother again.Mom is gone.

I don't know where she is, I said, she might have something to do.But I will tell her what you said thank you and goodbye.

They looked around again, then said goodbye, and walked out of the front door.

I closed the door behind them.

Football and my friends are behind me.

The time I spent with my mother was right in front.

I need this time, which I have never had before.

Before I could get three feet away from the door, I heard my mother's wedge-shaped heels stomping on the floor and a second later I saw her running towards me from the corner of the corridor.

She was naked again.

She continued running, and as she ran closer, she jumped on me.

In an instant, her legs tightly wrapped around my buttocks and hugged the back of my neck with both hands.

She put her mouth on mine.

I seemed to see stars, or something that can only be described as stars, flashing with a fiery light in the sky full of desire and need.

I put my hand under my mother's butt, held her up, and stabilized her. I grabbed her butt with my fingers, pushed her in, and pulled her towards me.

I adjusted her position a little, and let the exposed gap between her legs press tightly against my crotch.

I stood like this for a few minutes, my mother was in my arms, kissing me crazy and anxiously.

Her tongue was like a greedy beast, biting my tongue tightly.

I opened her butt with my hands, and from the mirror on the wall at the opposite entrance, I could see her beautiful anus sticking out of her butt groove.

I think I have to see enough, touch it enough, and do it enough.I plan to do this right now and now.

But before I could do anything, the doorbell rang, and I thought I jumped three feet high, even my mother was holding it in my arms.

My mother jumped into my arms, too.

We all looked at the door and before we could react, we could hear the sound of the door handle turning.

Someone came in!

Mom jumped out of my arms.

When the door starts to open, she moves toward the back of the door instead of running back because then she will be seen.

It's Tucker.

I immediately moved to the door and blocked him, not letting him in, nor letting him see my naked mother, because she had only a slender door panel blocking his view.

Tucker, what's wrong?I tried to make myself less annoyed, but I was very angry at the good things he interrupted me and the trespassing in.

Hey Randy, sorry, I put my sunglasses here.They should be in the living room and I can get them.

He started to squeeze past me, but I patted him gently on the chest and stopped him.

No need to worry, I said, just stay here.I'll get it.

I stared at him, confirming that he would stay, and he seemed to have accepted my instructions.

I retreated from the door and tried my best not to look after the naked mother behind the door.

I trotted to the living room, and sure enough, Tucker's sunglasses were placed on the armrest of the sofa where he had sat.

I grabbed my sunglasses and ran back to the front door.

Luckily Tucker didn't move, he obviously didn't see or notice my mom, who stood behind the door staring motionlessly, looking like he was holding his breath.

I handed Tucker the glasses.

Thanks, Randy.Sorry to break in.

He looked around again.

Sorry, I was unable to say goodbye to your mother.Tell her to thank her for the food.

I will, goodbye, Tucker.

Tucker finally left, I closed the door behind him again, this time I locked it, and then I looked at mom, she exclaimed and we all laughed.

I was still shaking, and my mother said, I almost got caught all day.

It's Ah, but mom, I think you like it very much.

Yes, I think so.My mother's breathing gradually calmed down, and she looked at me intently, "You know me too much."The son shouldn't know something about his mother.

I want to know you better, mom.Learn more.

Mom paused for a moment, almost saying something, but didn't say it.

Instead, she strode towards me and reached over my waist.

I felt my shirt be lifted up, and I raised my arms and my mother took it off me.

Her eyes were wide open, full of desire...longing me.

She raised her hands and I felt her nails clench into the muscles on my chest.

She pressed her nails in and then stroked them downwards, across my nipples, and to my abdomen without force until it was bleeding, but it hurts enough.

But I don't intend to stop her.

Her hands held my belt, unbuttoned, unzipped the zipper, and pulled down hard along with the boxer underneath me, pulling it down to my hips and thighs until all my clothes were piled on the floor, and I stood naked at the entrance like my mother.

She pressed my shoulders and I knelt on the ground along with the pressure, pressing against the hard and cold tiles on my knees.

Then, my mom pushed my chest and I lay back until my body stretched out on the floor.

My penis stood up straight from my back, completely erect, and my mother held it without hesitation and thrust down like a beast.

My cock stood straight and went into her mouth until her lips pressed against my pubic hair.

I sat up with my elbows, enough to see what my mother was doing, and I liked this scene.

My mother's hair was flying in all directions in a mess, shaking up and down on my hard objects, her lips tightly and wet against me.

I've had oral sex before, but I've never spoke so well.

Not only did mom want to please me, she also wanted to please herself and swallow her son's hard penis, which was a proof of his desire and desire for her.

I don't know how my mother did it, with her tongue, cheek or something, but her mouth tightly held my penis and felt as comfortable as having sex in her vagina.

Up and down, constantly thrusting.

Mom refused to stop.

I didn't want to stop either, she took me to a place I had never been before, I didn't want to leave, I couldn't wait to feel the climax I was about to reach, gushing out of her mouth, I knew every drop would stay in my mother's belly.

But I want something else, even more important than oral sex, whatever it is.I want to feel that I am in my mother's body, between her legs, and I know that is my destination.

It was hard for me to speak amid the steady up and down thrusts on my mother's head and my irregular breathing, but at least I still said it.

Mom, I like this.But I need you.I need to have sex with you.Let's do it.Just now, mom, let me fuck you.

When my mother heard me, she looked up at me, her messy hair covered her face.One hand kept stroking me.

I know you want, Randy.I want to, too.I want you to fuck me.But it's not possible yet.Wait a little longer, but I will give you something else.

Mom's mouth returned to my penis, but the rest of her body turned around my penis until she raised one leg and straddled me, her ass now facing my face, and her pussy, now open, obviously wet, was facing me.

The pink crack circled over me for about ten seconds before it fell down.

My mother pressed her longing vagina tightly against my mouth.

I instinctively stretched my tongue towards her, and passed through her open labia and into her depths.

Then, a miracle happened and I tasted the smell inside my mother.

I put my tongue in as much as I could.

I breathed deeply, savoring her fresh and feminine fragrance.

My lips danced with her labia and sucked her labia and applied it to her labia.

I bit her flesh with my teeth and chewed it gently.

Meanwhile, mom sucked my cock at a steady but crazy rhythm.

I felt the familiar swelling in my body, and the wave of orgasm was coming.

I tried to push it away.

I wasn't ready for orgasm, but it was hard to hold back.

Every time I rushed up, I felt my hips and my entire body lifting up with her.

I vaguely felt the discomfort of the cold floor beneath me.

I know there is a comfortable bed nearby.

But neither of us wants to move unless we finish.

My cock needs her mouth, and her pussy needs my cock.

Mom's pussy, I first saw it on the couch a few weeks ago.

I watched it a lot more in the weeks after that.

I have fantasized, dreamed, and even sprayed my cum outside it.

In the shower, I watched my cum drip from her lips, and now, my mouth finally took her, scratched her itch, tasted her taste, and fucked her wildly with my tongue.

I want my mom to orgasm.I pulled my tongue out of her depths and began to lick her clitoris.

I stir, scratch and crush.I flicked her exposed clitoris with the tip of my tongue. It was gentle at first, but later it became faster and faster, and the pressure became greater and greater.

Mom held me and agreed.I heard a moan in her mouth, and her mouth was still holding my cock.

It felt so wonderful to be blowjobed by mom that it was easy for me to focus on it and stop focusing on her own sex.

But I am determined to be a good son and a good lover, so that she can orgasm first.

I grabbed her ass hard and kept massaged her hot clitoris with my tongue.

I felt my mother's body trembling, and I trembled and moaned.

I could tell that she was about to orgasm.

I maintained a fast and stable rhythm on her, never slacking off and never stopping.

I don't have the concept of time.

It has probably been five minutes since we started.

It may also be twenty minutes.

Mom and I were immersed in our own world, which was created by our passionate desires.

In this world, everything else matters. The passage of time, the coldness of the hard floor, the possibility of being caught.

What matters to me is the smell, smell and touch of my moist pussy, and the intense desire to let her vent her body.

Her body trembled again, and another moan came out of her mouth, which was higher than the previous one.

I felt her body lose control.Her mouth relaxed her control over my penis.Then, my mother's moans grew louder and almost screamed: Ah, Ah, Ah.

Without warning, my mother screamed, and her vagina spasmed and left my face.

My tongue lost contact with her clitoris and I felt my chin and cheeks get wet with warm wet.

I licked the place where I could reach with my tongue.

My mother's body trembled on me, showing her wet pink erotic organs in front of my still hungry eyes.

My mother's orgasm had almost no time to subside, so she started to work on my penis again.

I felt my slender and powerful fingers clutch my testicles and gently knead them.

The other hand stroked the base of my penis.

The rest of my penis was wrapped in my mother's mouth.

Now, I can enjoy my mother's oral sex with all my heart.

She is great, very awesome.

The best blowjob woman I've ever met.

Her hands and mouth cooperate tacitly and skillfully.

I have thought briefly how many dicks my mother has ever sucked in her life.

Was mom a slut before meeting dad?

She has had sex with many men and has she given oral sex to many men?

This made me curious, with a vague and distant feeling.

I know I will find more about my mother’s past later.

But it doesn't matter whether she has a slutty past.

What matters now is that she is my slut.

The swelling pain hit again, rising inside me and pouring towards my penis.

My mother's mouth and hands sucked and squeezed me frantically, driving my wave out.

My hips were twisting uncontrollably, but the twisting did not stop my mother from having an oral sex.

Her mouth and my genitals were the sweetest and purest I’ve never felt.

I suddenly had an orgasm.

I swear, as the cum passed through my cock, I felt my cock bulge like a fire faucet.

I felt a heat flow ejaculate from my cock head.

My mother also felt it, I could tell because her lips tightly clamped my penis, right behind the glans, while her hands kept milking me.

I ejaculated a lot of semen.

Mom swallowed half of her semen, but she didn't stop.

She kept sucking, and I kept spraying semen into her mouth.I can't remember how many times she swallowed her semen.

Finally, my penis stopped beating and my mother stopped swallowing.

My mother finally took her mouth away from my cock and gasped.

I could see at a glance that despite all her efforts, she still couldn't swallow everything.

Some semen also accumulated significantly in her mouth, flowing out from both sides of her lips and flowing to her chin.

After gasping, she opened her mouth and smiled at me, and I smiled back to her.

We sat like this for another minute or two, gasping and staring at each other.Her hands never left my penis.

Then, she did.

Both of us fell back with our elbows, and then we each half-climbed and half-slided through the floor at the entrance, away from each other until we each turned around, leaning against the wall at the entrance, and sitting opposite each other.

We sat together, looking at each other, gasping for breath, sweaty limbs, crooked and slanted.

None of us spoke immediately.

We are like two boxers who have just tied, and no one can find words to describe the test we just experienced.

The victory of release filled my belly with a buzz of warmth and happiness.

I love you, mom, but when?when?

A sly smile quietly bloomed on her face.Her eyes never left me for a moment.

Soon, Randy, soon.

Mom bit her little fingertips.You're going to have a birthday in a few days, Randy.

I completely forgot, my mom was right.

I will never forget my birthday.

Damn it.