I am very happy to receive replies from everyone during the days of posting. After sorting out and sharing the past, I feel more relieved after I have sorted out and shared it. Many of the wonderful memories of getting along with my mother have also come to my heart.
Many friends are curious why they don’t just pierce the window paper?
This was also a problem that I was gradually anxious at that time. Before, I hid all my actions in my daily interactions, and kept each other's room for leeway, otherwise they would seem more awkward. But on the one hand, I was also very anxious. After all, the water always had to boil. Now the water temperature is gradually boiling, but I don't know how to break it!!!
Or I don’t know how to go further when my mother doesn’t respond... Because, breaking the window paper means a showdown, I nakedly told my mother that my son wanted to press her under her like a woman and fucked her, and took action, asking her mother to express her opinion.
Once such a signal is sent, it is the real bifurcation point of our mother-son relationship, either going upward or going downward. The price of failure may be the sharp turn of the mother-son relationship. It takes a long time to repair it again, and there is no room for each other to turn around.
Just like a hunter facing the unknown giant beast, there is only one bullet in the gun, and the gunshots are sounding, one standing and the other lying down. At this time, the judgment of the timing of the action is the most test of people.
The following memories are moments I consciously missed and felt that I could showdown, but I don’t know how to break it?
I always feel that the timing or form is not right, so I give up taking action... If all my friends had a better way, please leave a message to analyze my mother's mentality at that time, and how would you continue at that time?
Let's work hard for the other brothers who are still on the way together.
After my father left, our mode naturally switched back to the mother-son mode where I was only at home. Maybe it was because we were both suppressed during the period. In the first few days after leaving, my mother would let me do some bold things, and ignore me. She felt the desire of mother-son flowing in some seemingly calm daily interactions.
Although it took many years, I can only recall some of the scenes that were impressive at that time.
In addition to finding more details in my memories, it also proves that the interaction between our mother and son had obviously crossed the line. The desire that could not be explained clearly and teased each other was so excited that even I myself was very excited.
One morning, I went down to the kitchen on the first floor with my morning erection and smelled my mother's fragrance after I walked in.
I approached my mother, slid my hands from her soft waist toward my belly button, and hugged her from behind, pushing her energetic cock against her back, and then buried my head in my mother's folded hair and sniffed it.
Yes yes~~~ I took a few sips and hugged my mother.
Cooking, don't touch me
I haven't moved, my mother smells so good~
What's so fragrant when I wake up in the morning... My mother's voice is obviously a bit dry.
I'm hungry... I want to eat, what does mom have to eat?
The buns and porridge are prepared outside and fry them with some meat. What else do you want to eat?
Want to eat meat~
It's not ready now
Then I ate my mother's meat first~~~ I lowered my head, bit my mother's earlobe, and slowly breathed in her ear.
When will my mother be so good?...I can't wait~ I hugged my mother and shook her penis gently, and my cock was gently pressing against my mother.
Ah... is not honest again... wait a little longer...
OK... Stop hugging...
Otherwise it will get hot in a while... Huh?Mom's voice sounded soft and soft.
Don't let it go, I'll wait here~
Not yet ready?
Mom's meat is so fragrant~ Mom just let me hold it, burying it near her ear to speak.
If it’s hard to eat my mother’s meat, I started to slide my nose behind my mother’s ears and neck.
Well... well... not honest...
I also want to eat my mother's meat...
Well... did you eat my mother's meat... I obviously felt that my mother in my arms began to get hot...
It’s not my mother yet... I don’t give it to meat... I increased the friction and breathing a little, and sometimes I gently bit my mother’s earlobe. The penis slid significantly against my mother’s back through my shorts.
Wait a minute... Mom is hot and soft in my arms now.
Mom~ Give it...
Give it to my mother... While breathing in my mother's ear, I shook my waist slightly and hit my mother with my cock.
This is already a bit obvious, just to see if my mother is taking it...
Well...well... Mom didn't respond, so she asked me to hold her and rub her...I don't know how to go further...
OK OK OK... The meat is OK... Suddenly my mother took the initiative to untie my hand
Open your mouth~ Mom quickly picked up the fried meat and fed it to feed it...
The whole process happened too quickly, and I didn't react and my mother's flesh was pinched to my mouth. I had no choice but to open my mouth...
Okay~ I should be honest after eating, go out~ Mom pats my face
Seeing that my mother's face was red, I really wanted to go further, but there was no reason, so I went to the dining table with my tent.
Afterwards, I reflected that it may be due to the daytime factor, and my mother had to go out to do business, and there was no atmosphere in broad daylight, so I changed to the evening to find opportunities and find opportunities from some massage interactions. For this reason, I watched several films in advance and did my homework, and I also took the pillow back and forth to practice my techniques.
A few days later, when I was stretching at night, I was very dedicated to making the human sofa and helping my mother do various stretching movements. Now my mother can view my erect cock normally, which is a natural reaction. She will focus on her feelings of each movement. I was really excited that time.
After the stretching, I sat on the mat. I specifically said that today is more intense, so I helped her. So I opened my legs and let my mother lie in my arms. Although my mother asked, why did she press this?, but I use this reason to make it easier to exert force.
So my mother lay straight down in my arms without saying anything, asking me to break her legs into M shapes, and gently press her thumb from the inside of her knee to the base of her thigh through her yoga pants.
I took the initiative to guide my mother to chat throughout the whole process, letting her head lean against my abdominal muscles, and listening to her talk about the trivial matters today... Then at some point I gradually changed from pressing to sliding down my palm to the base of my thighs, probably where my fingers could cover my buttocks, so I caressed her back and forth.
My consciousness was both concentrated and dispersed. While I continued to guide my mother's topic, I listened to the ups and downs of her voice in my ears, trying to capture the signal of her mother's emotions.
When I felt that my mother's tone began to soften, I wanted to tease her further, so I let her turn over and lie down. I straddled her back, first pressed her palms against each other, covering her back like a butterfly, pressing her down steadily and slowly.
Every time I squeeze out the air in my chest, I can hear my mother making a long and soft nasal sound comfortable. Well~ OK~
Listening to my mother's tone that is completely different from daily life, I felt soft and my cock was hard.
After just a few presses, I moved to my mother's side, put my palm on my waist, and my middle finger and ring finger to my buttocks. My mother's body was still wet after exercise, and it felt hot and slippery to the touch, and it felt very comfortable.
I was a little impressed later. I helped my mother straighten the instep several times and stretch the muscles of the anterior thighs. I was about to start today's breakthrough.
I bent my mother's leg 90 degrees and changed to the side of the straight leg. I placed one hand directly on the lower edge of the buttocks on the side of the curved leg, and placed the other palm on the back of the straight leg. At the same time, gently pressed with the force and pressure on both sides by drawing a circle at the root of the palm, and then slowly moved to the upper edge.
I shook slightly from time to time in the middle. I moved to the side of my mother's small buttocks after admiring my mother's small buttocks. I pressed my thumb from the knee to the buttocks from the outside of my thighs. After pressing it to the buttocks, my palms directly covered the buttocks, and my fingers followed the curve of the buttocks, and then from the inside of my thighs to the direction of my knees, I wiggled the flesh out with palms one by one.
After a few times, my fingers no longer slide to the inner side of my thighs, but near my thighs. I then wield my flesh out of my thighs, and then I felt a wet and heat around my mother's thighs, so I got closer. Every time my palm slides to the inner side of my thighs, my index finger and middle finger will slide directly along the hips to the vagina, and the tiger's mouth covers my mother's thighs, and then fiddle with the flesh out of the left and right thighs, and I stretched my mother's legs outward and opened my legs, which may be a factor of sweat. Thin yoga pants are the same as not wearing them. I can clearly see my mother's white thong from behind. The field of vision is really great. I looked at my mother's penis so hard that it was numb. I looked at my mother again, burying my head in the bend of my arms without saying anything, but my ears were so red that I was so red.
This ambiguous atmosphere is very good. I decided to tease my mother further and see if I can make a breakthrough today.
Thinking of this, I stopped pretending, and I stopped pressing my palms. I placed my palms on my buttocks, and my fingertips were pressed against my buttocks and slid back and forth at a constant speed. Sometimes it was my index finger, and sometimes it was my thumb.
Then put your hands on your buttocks and back of your thighs, and draw an oval from the back of your knees to your buttocks. Every time my palm slides to my buttocks, I will hook my fingers on the periphery of my vagina, which will stimulate my mother by scratching the hole.
My mother didn't say anything throughout the whole process, but I felt that my mother was obviously moved. She could feel the vaginal fluid that was overflowing from her vagina through her yoga pants, which must have been soaked...
In the video, I can already start fucking at this time... But in the actual situation, I don’t know how to take action without destroying the atmosphere. I can’t just pull out the yoga pants and rub the vagina like in the porn film, right?
They are all actors, this is my mother... But I can't give up such a good situation. I decided to try it myself, so I slid my hand against my buttocks and vagina a few times, and reached my mother's waist and prepared to slide into my yoga pants to caress my mother through the thong.
When I lifted my fingers and slid into the hip slit, my mother raised her head, then held up and sat up, with one hand behind her back and pulled my hand out.
OK, press it?Mom got up and plucked her hair, her face was very red
It's time for mom to take a shower~
My mother seemed to ignore my almost bursting pants, and then went to take a shower after saying that. I was itchy and didn't know how to take action, so I could only let my mother go like this.
When my mother was taking a shower, I was thinking about which step I took the wrong step just now?Although the guess is not right, I can be sure that my mother is really moved, so I decided to look for another opportunity.
As I expected, this time, the thong was curled up in the basin of the bathroom sink, and the inside was so obvious that it was exposed outside, so wet that it seemed to have been soaked in water, but it was soaked in lustful water.
I can also see a large area of vaginal fluid, as if I recognize my efforts just now.
The TV outside was not loud, and I was sure that my mother could hear it. Thinking of this, I decided not to open the shower and cover my ears and steal the bell. I directly turned into a low moan through the doorman's love for my mother, and I saw whether my mother would pick me up... With the feeling of going ashore tonight, I picked up my thong and sniffed and licked excitedly, rolled my penis and imagined the plot for the scene just now:
My mother buried her arms and deceived herself, allowing my hand to slide into the yoga pants and stir up her vagina. After it was fully wet, she pulled down her yoga pants to her knees, put it on her back, pushed away the wet thong, and inserted her penis into it and began to stir.After my mother couldn't help but start moaning, I increased the thrust and turned her back and started to thrust vigorously... Then my mother sat in my arms, and I held her buttocks up and down to reach orgasm (the scene behind me really came true)
I just fantasized that I didn't turn on the shower until after I was released. After I continued to take a shower, I naturally sat on the sofa with cream and began to take care of my mother's beautiful legs carefully. I watched the show absent-mindedly, and actually stared at the thong exposed in the gaps of the cotton hip-pack shorts.
In this way, I soon became an erection again. I began to grab my mother's little feet and occasionally rubbed her trousers. My mother closed her eyes lightly, but she didn't object.
So excitedly, I asked my mother to turn it over and initiated another attempt.
After pushing my thumb along the back of the thighs of my legs a few times, my palms were put into my hip-wrapped pants with lotion to take care of my mother’s buttocks. The ones wrapped around my hips were no longer cotton pants, but hot palms. My four fingers were pinched or pressed into my buttocks. My thumb played naughtyly along the thong and pressed against the side of my vagina, slowly and keenly capturing the wet and heat feeling exposed by the cloth.
The feeling of dampness and heat is becoming more and more obvious. My palms slide along the outer edge of my buttocks to the inner thighs. My thumbs of both hands are drawn semicircles along the periphery of the vagina, or the finger belly is attached to the gap between the vagina and the vagina from bottom to top, or when kneading the buttocks, gently press the periphery of the vagina and spread it open.
Even though the vaginal fluid from my mother's vagina wet my thumb, she still buried her head deep in the pillow, and her expression was not visible, but her ears and neck turned pink.
Seeing that my mother had no objection, I quietly pulled the penis out of the trouser seam. During each massage, the penis gently rubbed and slid against my mother's white and slender legs from time to time with the amplitude of my body.
Only the sound of the program and the lewd smell of oozing out in the air...
After my mother was fully wet, I changed my hands to push up from her waist to her shoulders. After a few times, I muttered that it was really troublesome to get stuck like this. I inserted my palm into the clothes and continued to push it. When I pushed it to my shoulders, my side breasts were completely exposed, and my hot cock was pressing against my mother's thighs and buttocks from time to time.
After pushing a few sets, my hand slid to my mother's shoulder and started kneading. My mother's body was so hot and her skin turned a little pink...
After pinching a few sets, I gently pressed my mother's neck with my right hand, and my upper body naturally leaned forward. I stretched my left hand down and directly broke my mother's left leg to 90 degrees. Then I adjusted the position of my penis with my left hand, and the glans was pressed outside the vagina.
After I finished pushing, I supported my left hand on the sofa, followed the frequency of my right hand kneading my neck, and slowly swung my lower body, and my cock pushed my mother's pussy through her hip-pack shorts.
While pushing, I thought I was almost certain tonight. Unexpectedly, my mother under me suddenly stiffened and her butt shook very obviously a few times, and then her whole body seemed to melt and didn't move.
When I was wondering what happened...
Okay, the mother suddenly raised her head, then got up, pulled her shirt and said with a red face: Thank you son!
My mother was tired, so she went to bed first. Remember to turn off the TV. After saying that, my mother said good night and went upstairs. Even if my mother didn't look at me much throughout the whole process, she must have deliberately ignored my clumsy tucked my purple egg-like glans into my shorts.
Lying in bed at night, thinking about my mother's reaction twice in the evening, and her red face, her eyes full of spring and watery expression made me so excited that I couldn't sleep.
Thinking that my son is affectionate and my mother is interested, I took the initiative to click tonight and directly pierced the window paper.
So I waited anxiously until after 1 a.m., and opened the door and prepared to attack my mother at night. But when I quietly walked through the corridor, I thought there was no good reason...
Thinking that it didn't rain or thunder that day, and living alone at home for many years, my mother was already immune to the thunder and rain... Thinking that my mother must know exactly what I mean, but without any response, it means that the heat has not come yet. At this time, there is a strong resistance... Thinking of my mother's angry resistance, I began to feel guilty... Because I really don't know how to end... (I will explain here that the women in our place, no matter what they look like, they are women who don't get angry, and they are definitely women who are really brave enough to kill themselves... I have basically never heard of domestic violence by men around me. The woman is blinding her ears and dares to fight back. I dare to sleep and cut her turtle...)
I stood at my mother's door for a long time and struggled mentally. I touched the door handle several times and put it down...
Nothing can be done before everything can be ready
The east wind that I owe has not come, and the straw boat cannot borrow arrows
Sometimes the bloody nature is the key to success
A real man is most irritable
I don’t know when I will go to a store after passing this village...
Finally set the tone. When you succeed, you pay attention to the right time, place, and people. Now you are immature. Then you suppress your desires and return to the room to take advantage of the fresh memories of the evening and rub your hands.
Many friends are curious why they don’t just pierce the window paper?
This was also a problem that I was gradually anxious at that time. Before, I hid all my actions in my daily interactions, and kept each other's room for leeway, otherwise they would seem more awkward. But on the one hand, I was also very anxious. After all, the water always had to boil. Now the water temperature is gradually boiling, but I don't know how to break it!!!
Or I don’t know how to go further when my mother doesn’t respond... Because, breaking the window paper means a showdown, I nakedly told my mother that my son wanted to press her under her like a woman and fucked her, and took action, asking her mother to express her opinion.
Once such a signal is sent, it is the real bifurcation point of our mother-son relationship, either going upward or going downward. The price of failure may be the sharp turn of the mother-son relationship. It takes a long time to repair it again, and there is no room for each other to turn around.
Just like a hunter facing the unknown giant beast, there is only one bullet in the gun, and the gunshots are sounding, one standing and the other lying down. At this time, the judgment of the timing of the action is the most test of people.
The following memories are moments I consciously missed and felt that I could showdown, but I don’t know how to break it?
I always feel that the timing or form is not right, so I give up taking action... If all my friends had a better way, please leave a message to analyze my mother's mentality at that time, and how would you continue at that time?
Let's work hard for the other brothers who are still on the way together.
After my father left, our mode naturally switched back to the mother-son mode where I was only at home. Maybe it was because we were both suppressed during the period. In the first few days after leaving, my mother would let me do some bold things, and ignore me. She felt the desire of mother-son flowing in some seemingly calm daily interactions.
Although it took many years, I can only recall some of the scenes that were impressive at that time.
In addition to finding more details in my memories, it also proves that the interaction between our mother and son had obviously crossed the line. The desire that could not be explained clearly and teased each other was so excited that even I myself was very excited.
One morning, I went down to the kitchen on the first floor with my morning erection and smelled my mother's fragrance after I walked in.
I approached my mother, slid my hands from her soft waist toward my belly button, and hugged her from behind, pushing her energetic cock against her back, and then buried my head in my mother's folded hair and sniffed it.
Yes yes~~~ I took a few sips and hugged my mother.
Cooking, don't touch me
I haven't moved, my mother smells so good~
What's so fragrant when I wake up in the morning... My mother's voice is obviously a bit dry.
I'm hungry... I want to eat, what does mom have to eat?
The buns and porridge are prepared outside and fry them with some meat. What else do you want to eat?
Want to eat meat~
It's not ready now
Then I ate my mother's meat first~~~ I lowered my head, bit my mother's earlobe, and slowly breathed in her ear.
When will my mother be so good?...I can't wait~ I hugged my mother and shook her penis gently, and my cock was gently pressing against my mother.
Ah... is not honest again... wait a little longer...
OK... Stop hugging...
Otherwise it will get hot in a while... Huh?Mom's voice sounded soft and soft.
Don't let it go, I'll wait here~
Not yet ready?
Mom's meat is so fragrant~ Mom just let me hold it, burying it near her ear to speak.
If it’s hard to eat my mother’s meat, I started to slide my nose behind my mother’s ears and neck.
Well... well... not honest...
I also want to eat my mother's meat...
Well... did you eat my mother's meat... I obviously felt that my mother in my arms began to get hot...
It’s not my mother yet... I don’t give it to meat... I increased the friction and breathing a little, and sometimes I gently bit my mother’s earlobe. The penis slid significantly against my mother’s back through my shorts.
Wait a minute... Mom is hot and soft in my arms now.
Mom~ Give it...
Give it to my mother... While breathing in my mother's ear, I shook my waist slightly and hit my mother with my cock.
This is already a bit obvious, just to see if my mother is taking it...
Well...well... Mom didn't respond, so she asked me to hold her and rub her...I don't know how to go further...
OK OK OK... The meat is OK... Suddenly my mother took the initiative to untie my hand
Open your mouth~ Mom quickly picked up the fried meat and fed it to feed it...
The whole process happened too quickly, and I didn't react and my mother's flesh was pinched to my mouth. I had no choice but to open my mouth...
Okay~ I should be honest after eating, go out~ Mom pats my face
Seeing that my mother's face was red, I really wanted to go further, but there was no reason, so I went to the dining table with my tent.
Afterwards, I reflected that it may be due to the daytime factor, and my mother had to go out to do business, and there was no atmosphere in broad daylight, so I changed to the evening to find opportunities and find opportunities from some massage interactions. For this reason, I watched several films in advance and did my homework, and I also took the pillow back and forth to practice my techniques.
A few days later, when I was stretching at night, I was very dedicated to making the human sofa and helping my mother do various stretching movements. Now my mother can view my erect cock normally, which is a natural reaction. She will focus on her feelings of each movement. I was really excited that time.
After the stretching, I sat on the mat. I specifically said that today is more intense, so I helped her. So I opened my legs and let my mother lie in my arms. Although my mother asked, why did she press this?, but I use this reason to make it easier to exert force.
So my mother lay straight down in my arms without saying anything, asking me to break her legs into M shapes, and gently press her thumb from the inside of her knee to the base of her thigh through her yoga pants.
I took the initiative to guide my mother to chat throughout the whole process, letting her head lean against my abdominal muscles, and listening to her talk about the trivial matters today... Then at some point I gradually changed from pressing to sliding down my palm to the base of my thighs, probably where my fingers could cover my buttocks, so I caressed her back and forth.
My consciousness was both concentrated and dispersed. While I continued to guide my mother's topic, I listened to the ups and downs of her voice in my ears, trying to capture the signal of her mother's emotions.
When I felt that my mother's tone began to soften, I wanted to tease her further, so I let her turn over and lie down. I straddled her back, first pressed her palms against each other, covering her back like a butterfly, pressing her down steadily and slowly.
Every time I squeeze out the air in my chest, I can hear my mother making a long and soft nasal sound comfortable. Well~ OK~
Listening to my mother's tone that is completely different from daily life, I felt soft and my cock was hard.
After just a few presses, I moved to my mother's side, put my palm on my waist, and my middle finger and ring finger to my buttocks. My mother's body was still wet after exercise, and it felt hot and slippery to the touch, and it felt very comfortable.
I was a little impressed later. I helped my mother straighten the instep several times and stretch the muscles of the anterior thighs. I was about to start today's breakthrough.
I bent my mother's leg 90 degrees and changed to the side of the straight leg. I placed one hand directly on the lower edge of the buttocks on the side of the curved leg, and placed the other palm on the back of the straight leg. At the same time, gently pressed with the force and pressure on both sides by drawing a circle at the root of the palm, and then slowly moved to the upper edge.
I shook slightly from time to time in the middle. I moved to the side of my mother's small buttocks after admiring my mother's small buttocks. I pressed my thumb from the knee to the buttocks from the outside of my thighs. After pressing it to the buttocks, my palms directly covered the buttocks, and my fingers followed the curve of the buttocks, and then from the inside of my thighs to the direction of my knees, I wiggled the flesh out with palms one by one.
After a few times, my fingers no longer slide to the inner side of my thighs, but near my thighs. I then wield my flesh out of my thighs, and then I felt a wet and heat around my mother's thighs, so I got closer. Every time my palm slides to the inner side of my thighs, my index finger and middle finger will slide directly along the hips to the vagina, and the tiger's mouth covers my mother's thighs, and then fiddle with the flesh out of the left and right thighs, and I stretched my mother's legs outward and opened my legs, which may be a factor of sweat. Thin yoga pants are the same as not wearing them. I can clearly see my mother's white thong from behind. The field of vision is really great. I looked at my mother's penis so hard that it was numb. I looked at my mother again, burying my head in the bend of my arms without saying anything, but my ears were so red that I was so red.
This ambiguous atmosphere is very good. I decided to tease my mother further and see if I can make a breakthrough today.
Thinking of this, I stopped pretending, and I stopped pressing my palms. I placed my palms on my buttocks, and my fingertips were pressed against my buttocks and slid back and forth at a constant speed. Sometimes it was my index finger, and sometimes it was my thumb.
Then put your hands on your buttocks and back of your thighs, and draw an oval from the back of your knees to your buttocks. Every time my palm slides to my buttocks, I will hook my fingers on the periphery of my vagina, which will stimulate my mother by scratching the hole.
My mother didn't say anything throughout the whole process, but I felt that my mother was obviously moved. She could feel the vaginal fluid that was overflowing from her vagina through her yoga pants, which must have been soaked...
In the video, I can already start fucking at this time... But in the actual situation, I don’t know how to take action without destroying the atmosphere. I can’t just pull out the yoga pants and rub the vagina like in the porn film, right?
They are all actors, this is my mother... But I can't give up such a good situation. I decided to try it myself, so I slid my hand against my buttocks and vagina a few times, and reached my mother's waist and prepared to slide into my yoga pants to caress my mother through the thong.
When I lifted my fingers and slid into the hip slit, my mother raised her head, then held up and sat up, with one hand behind her back and pulled my hand out.
OK, press it?Mom got up and plucked her hair, her face was very red
It's time for mom to take a shower~
My mother seemed to ignore my almost bursting pants, and then went to take a shower after saying that. I was itchy and didn't know how to take action, so I could only let my mother go like this.
When my mother was taking a shower, I was thinking about which step I took the wrong step just now?Although the guess is not right, I can be sure that my mother is really moved, so I decided to look for another opportunity.
As I expected, this time, the thong was curled up in the basin of the bathroom sink, and the inside was so obvious that it was exposed outside, so wet that it seemed to have been soaked in water, but it was soaked in lustful water.
I can also see a large area of vaginal fluid, as if I recognize my efforts just now.
The TV outside was not loud, and I was sure that my mother could hear it. Thinking of this, I decided not to open the shower and cover my ears and steal the bell. I directly turned into a low moan through the doorman's love for my mother, and I saw whether my mother would pick me up... With the feeling of going ashore tonight, I picked up my thong and sniffed and licked excitedly, rolled my penis and imagined the plot for the scene just now:
My mother buried her arms and deceived herself, allowing my hand to slide into the yoga pants and stir up her vagina. After it was fully wet, she pulled down her yoga pants to her knees, put it on her back, pushed away the wet thong, and inserted her penis into it and began to stir.After my mother couldn't help but start moaning, I increased the thrust and turned her back and started to thrust vigorously... Then my mother sat in my arms, and I held her buttocks up and down to reach orgasm (the scene behind me really came true)
I just fantasized that I didn't turn on the shower until after I was released. After I continued to take a shower, I naturally sat on the sofa with cream and began to take care of my mother's beautiful legs carefully. I watched the show absent-mindedly, and actually stared at the thong exposed in the gaps of the cotton hip-pack shorts.
In this way, I soon became an erection again. I began to grab my mother's little feet and occasionally rubbed her trousers. My mother closed her eyes lightly, but she didn't object.
So excitedly, I asked my mother to turn it over and initiated another attempt.
After pushing my thumb along the back of the thighs of my legs a few times, my palms were put into my hip-wrapped pants with lotion to take care of my mother’s buttocks. The ones wrapped around my hips were no longer cotton pants, but hot palms. My four fingers were pinched or pressed into my buttocks. My thumb played naughtyly along the thong and pressed against the side of my vagina, slowly and keenly capturing the wet and heat feeling exposed by the cloth.
The feeling of dampness and heat is becoming more and more obvious. My palms slide along the outer edge of my buttocks to the inner thighs. My thumbs of both hands are drawn semicircles along the periphery of the vagina, or the finger belly is attached to the gap between the vagina and the vagina from bottom to top, or when kneading the buttocks, gently press the periphery of the vagina and spread it open.
Even though the vaginal fluid from my mother's vagina wet my thumb, she still buried her head deep in the pillow, and her expression was not visible, but her ears and neck turned pink.
Seeing that my mother had no objection, I quietly pulled the penis out of the trouser seam. During each massage, the penis gently rubbed and slid against my mother's white and slender legs from time to time with the amplitude of my body.
Only the sound of the program and the lewd smell of oozing out in the air...
After my mother was fully wet, I changed my hands to push up from her waist to her shoulders. After a few times, I muttered that it was really troublesome to get stuck like this. I inserted my palm into the clothes and continued to push it. When I pushed it to my shoulders, my side breasts were completely exposed, and my hot cock was pressing against my mother's thighs and buttocks from time to time.
After pushing a few sets, my hand slid to my mother's shoulder and started kneading. My mother's body was so hot and her skin turned a little pink...
After pinching a few sets, I gently pressed my mother's neck with my right hand, and my upper body naturally leaned forward. I stretched my left hand down and directly broke my mother's left leg to 90 degrees. Then I adjusted the position of my penis with my left hand, and the glans was pressed outside the vagina.
After I finished pushing, I supported my left hand on the sofa, followed the frequency of my right hand kneading my neck, and slowly swung my lower body, and my cock pushed my mother's pussy through her hip-pack shorts.
While pushing, I thought I was almost certain tonight. Unexpectedly, my mother under me suddenly stiffened and her butt shook very obviously a few times, and then her whole body seemed to melt and didn't move.
When I was wondering what happened...
Okay, the mother suddenly raised her head, then got up, pulled her shirt and said with a red face: Thank you son!
My mother was tired, so she went to bed first. Remember to turn off the TV. After saying that, my mother said good night and went upstairs. Even if my mother didn't look at me much throughout the whole process, she must have deliberately ignored my clumsy tucked my purple egg-like glans into my shorts.
Lying in bed at night, thinking about my mother's reaction twice in the evening, and her red face, her eyes full of spring and watery expression made me so excited that I couldn't sleep.
Thinking that my son is affectionate and my mother is interested, I took the initiative to click tonight and directly pierced the window paper.
So I waited anxiously until after 1 a.m., and opened the door and prepared to attack my mother at night. But when I quietly walked through the corridor, I thought there was no good reason...
Thinking that it didn't rain or thunder that day, and living alone at home for many years, my mother was already immune to the thunder and rain... Thinking that my mother must know exactly what I mean, but without any response, it means that the heat has not come yet. At this time, there is a strong resistance... Thinking of my mother's angry resistance, I began to feel guilty... Because I really don't know how to end... (I will explain here that the women in our place, no matter what they look like, they are women who don't get angry, and they are definitely women who are really brave enough to kill themselves... I have basically never heard of domestic violence by men around me. The woman is blinding her ears and dares to fight back. I dare to sleep and cut her turtle...)
I stood at my mother's door for a long time and struggled mentally. I touched the door handle several times and put it down...
Nothing can be done before everything can be ready
The east wind that I owe has not come, and the straw boat cannot borrow arrows
Sometimes the bloody nature is the key to success
A real man is most irritable
I don’t know when I will go to a store after passing this village...
Finally set the tone. When you succeed, you pay attention to the right time, place, and people. Now you are immature. Then you suppress your desires and return to the room to take advantage of the fresh memories of the evening and rub your hands.
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