Chapter 2

I returned home after get off work, and my mother also arrived home a few minutes after I entered the house. I was very happy to see my mother. This kind of happiness was expected. I asked her to cook with my mother, and I was very abnormally dragged the floor. Although the work at the unit was not completed today, my mother felt a little comforted when she saw me becoming sensible and diligent.

My mother was cooking at this time. I stood beside her and smelled the fragrance of the vegetable fragrance and mother's body. I couldn't help but rub my mother's stockings thighs with the back of my hand. Thinking of asking my mother to give me her legs yesterday, she would definitely not refuse to touch her thighs. But she felt the movements on my hand, and turned her head and glared at me with some anger. Although she had communicated thoroughly with her mother to express her true thoughts, her majesty fell into my heart since I was a child, and I took my hand back and stood beside her honestly.

During the meal, she took the initiative to pick up food for me and asked me to eat more when I grew up. The atmosphere between us was no longer the same as before.

After dinner, I washed the dishes and finished the shower. My mother was in her room. I knocked on her door. After waiting for a while, my mother opened the door. She was wearing a black gauze nightgown, with a large piece of breast flesh on her chest exposed outside, and her two smooth arms were exposed in the air. The skirt that my mother wore was very long and only showed a pair of pink plush slippers, but when she looked closely, her long skirt seemed to be

It was hollowed out, and I could vaguely see the outline of my mother's body, her concave and convex figure, and her erect breasts on her chest.

I couldn't help swallowing and looked at my mother foolishly. Seeing that I didn't say anything, my mother asked: What's wrong with Shui Luo?

I said embarrassedly: Mom, can I ask you again if you want a stocking you wore today?

Since my mother discovered the semen in the stockings last time, she has never put the stockings in the washing machine. After each change, she either washes them on the spot or takes them back to the room, and she doesn't give me any chance at all.

My mother stood at the door, looking at her speech without understanding, and seemed to have thought for a while before saying to me: Do you want to use my mother's stockings again?

I smiled awkwardly again and nodded without saying a word.

Then come in.

When I heard my mother say this, I was stunned at first, and I didn’t understand what she meant. Then my mother shouted again, come in, and then I recovered and walked in. My mother’s room was filled with a faint fragrance that smelled so good. Seeing that my mother was just sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at me, I asked: Mom, where are the stockings?

My mother whispered, and I saw the ground quietly placed in a corner. I walked over and picked it up. I was about to turn around and leave and stop my mother and call me. She said: Shuiluo, how do you usually use your mother's stockings?

I'm embarrassed to say this.

It's okay, tell mom.

It is to put my mother's stockings in front of her nose and then put them there.

When my mother heard this, she looked shy and probably knew what I was talking about. Then her mother stroked the hair on her face behind her ears and said softly: Can you just use your mother's stockings here?

I was very surprised when I heard this and suddenly became dumbfounded. Then my mother said: If you don’t want to, go back to the room.

I do, I do.

Although I was extremely nervous at this moment, I felt very excited when I thought of masturbating with her stockings in front of my mother. So I mustered up the courage to take off my pants, and my already hard cock popped out. My mother didn't expect that I would listen to her so decisively. I saw my mother staring at me, and I also knew that my cock was very long, about 20 cm, and many people were not that long.

Then under my mother's gaze, I wrapped my mother's stockings into a ball, put the tip of the socks on my cock, and then held the cock in a ring shape with my right hand and started stroking it.

I stared at my mother at her body wearing a hollow suspender, as if I could see the nipples on her chest under the light. At this moment, I seemed to have become erect. I stroked my cock and felt the stimulating pleasure, and then slowly approached my mother.

My mother's eyes seemed to become dull when she stared at me. Until I was only one step away from her, her eyes were still staring at my cock. I slowly squatted down and knelt directly on the ground, raised my head to stare at my mother's beautiful face, and looked at her.

Her eyes were flashing, we looked at each other speechlessly, the air seemed to solidify, and there was only the pleasure brought to me by stockings in my mind.

Then I stretched out my other empty hand and touched her thighs. I could still feel her smooth skin through the skirt. My mother did not reach out to stop it, but let me caress her willful. I touched her calves from my mother's thighs, and then took off the slippers on her feet, revealing her white and tender feet without socks. My palms were in contact with her skin and felt her body temperature. I touched her smooth and tender instep and walked around to the soles of her feet. I held her feet in my hand. I lowered my head to look, and my right hand always held her stockings to stroke my cock.

Then I slowly lifted my mother's legs and inserted my fingers into the crack of her toes, which were linked to her feet.

My mother still didn't say anything when she looked at me. Her mood seemed very complicated. I slowly said: Mom, your stockings are so smooth, and your feet are so beautiful and soft.

My mother's little mouth opened slightly, and I smelled the fragrance from her mouth. My mood at this moment was like a deer bumping around, just like the feeling of falling in love.

My mother reached out to touch my cheek, her eyes were full of indescribable complexity. I couldn't understand my mother's wishes, so she quickly stroked her cock. She felt the touch of stockings on her glans, and bursts of pleasure came to my mind. I pushed my glans desperately, as if I wanted to poke the stockings through.

I gasped and grabbed my mother's soles and started to force harder. The nervous and stimulating feeling made me unable to extricate myself. I felt that I was about to ejaculate the semen, so I hurriedly grabbed my mother's foot and stepped on my glans, stroking my stockings to rub my cock hard. I quickly stroked it dozens of times, and streams of burning semen carrying my body temperature ejaculated out. Although the glans was wrapped in stockings, a lot of semen still oozed out and touched the soles of my mother's feet.

My mother knew that my little face turned redder after finishing ejaculation. My glans pressed against my mother's soles and gasped. My mother actually moved her feet at this time. Her feet stepped on my glans and rubbed them back and forth, allowing me to ejaculate all the remaining semen. The semen in the stockings were evenly applied to my glans, and there was a lot of it on my mother's soles. She didn't seem to care at all just to make me feel more comfortable. I closed my eyes and felt this unprecedented pleasure. I shouted in my mouth: Mom, it's so comfortable Ah Mom...