Chapter 110

As a result, I still had no intention of giving up, so I kept trying around my mother's pants and butt. I tried to slide the jeans a little bit, and I couldn't take off my pants, so it would be okay to expose my butt.

At this time, my mother said a little angry and said, "You are disobedient, right?"Why are I still cooking with my pants?

Mom, I see you are so hot, so I will help you take it off. As I said that, I still didn't plan to put down the movements in my hand. Maybe my mother saw that I had no choice but to turn the stove and signaled me to get out of the way, intending to put my pants back. I grabbed the gap, hugged her thighs and tried to put my mother's thighs together. Maybe it was because of my behavior that made her lose some physical balance, so my mother naturally leaned her whole body against the wall behind.

I simply lifted my mother's apron and got under the skirt. I supported her before I could react. I put my hands under her sexy waist. I didn't pay much attention to both sides of the pelvis. I grabbed my pants and pulled the jeans down and pushed them to the base of my thighs. But after all, the jeans were still tight. With this pulling and my own violent speed, the underwear also pulled down together. The entire mother's triangle area was exposed to the air. The charming triangular pubic hair was exposed naked in my vision, with the black and smooth pubic hair. However, my mother had already clamped her legs at this time, forcing the entire lower body to become closer to the triangle, but she could not see the cutest vulva labia that was blocked by the pubic hair.

My trousers (underwear) were pulled up to me. My mother's words became heavier, but there was some tension in it. I originally thought that my mother also started to get excited, maybe she had watched too much AV.

The sperm spreads its entire face directly on my mother's vagina. I licked the charming pubic hair back and forth with my tongue, and the tip of my tongue was still trying to explore my mother's pussy.

My mother bent down and wanted to try to push me away so that her lower body could leave my tongue. As a mother, her lower body underwear and jeans were taken off by her son to the most privacy part of her, and her charming black pubic hair was constantly rubbing against the air.

The more my mother wanted to resist, the more excited I became, and even wanted to insert her into the kitchen.

In such a short movement, I could also smell the body odor brought by a woman without taking a bath. The mixed smell was indescribable. It was a bit complicated but not unpleasant, but it even more aroused hormones.

My head was still exploring my lower body. At this time, my mother patted my back hard, and the pain spread from the back all over my body. Originally, I wanted to stand up and act coquettishly and wanted to tease my mother. After standing up, I wanted to say to my mother, "Mom, you beat me so much."

As a result, my mother slapped me directly after I stood up.

I was completely confused, and my erect cock quickly faded away. Before I could react, my mother's mouth was filled with an angry tone and a little sad tone, saying, "I shouldn't have come back today, I'll cook you a hammer."

The burning feeling on my face was not as painful as my mother's anger. I also realized that what my mother said before, I would only become less and less respectful of her predictions.

After she finished speaking, she took off her apron, closed the flames on the stove, and walked out of the kitchen angrily. With a bang, her mother locked the door of her room.

I knew I had done something wrong today, so I hid behind the door and said, "Mom, I was wrong. You came out, but there was no sound coming from inside. I became more and more anxious and even started to want to hit the door."

But not long after, I heard the sound of unlocking. I felt a slight nervousness and immediately walked to my mother.

Sorry, mom, my son is wrong. I shouldn’t have taken off your pants when you are busy, and my son didn’t consider your feelings.

Seeing that my mother didn't speak for a long time, I didn't know what to do, but just sat by the bed with her, waiting for her to relax.

Perhaps after some calmness, my mother stood up and walked to the kitchen without saying a word. She lit the flames on the stove again and started cooking again. However, this time my mother's movements were not as gentle as before. When she took the spoon, she could clearly feel her dissatisfaction with me in the pot.

Mom, I was wrong.I was beside my mother and never left for a moment.

But it seemed that my mother had cooked the dishes before she could speak, and she took the food to the table like before. I had to choose to start eating without saying anything.

After eating quietly with my mother, I took the initiative to take the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen and washed them. On the contrary, my mother seemed to be happy with me like this, and she went to the sofa to watch TV without even thinking about watching me at first glance.

After washing, I looked at my expressionless mother watching TV. I knew very clearly how to watch TV. I just put the TV head in front of the TV and thought about something, because there was no TV program in my mother's eyes.

I think nothing I say is useless, just follow her all the time. I follow her when I go to collect her clothes, and when I fold her clothes, and when I go downstairs to throw garbage. There is no word during this period.

Finally, it was past eight o'clock in the evening, and the weather was already dark. Because I followed, I could see my mother taking out a piece of latex underwear from the closet, and the style was very ordinary.

After my mother took the clothes, she walked towards the bathroom. I was still following me. As a result, my mother turned around and said the first thing she said to me was going to take a shower. Why are you following me?

As my mother closed the bathroom door, I walked back to the bedroom. I would normally say, take a shower with you. If this happens, it would definitely make my mother even more angry if I talked about it again.

But this is how my mother is. No matter how maternal love will not change. Even if she is very angry, she still folds clothes and cooks for me. She can feel maternal love without saying a word.

When my mother finished taking a shower, the steaming temperature and the moisture on her body made her skin smoother and more pleasant.