Chapter 7 Mother's Heart

The atmosphere at my mother's house gradually improved, and my father's annoying things were temporarily put behind my mind. I was chatting with my uncle, and my uncle said that your mother had such a dead personality and that face had not changed for decades. I smiled and said, "What hasn't changed?" My uncle looked at the countryside in the distance and said with a serious face, and he looked like he was proof. He said, "I laughed loudly."

But your mother didn't do that when she was a kid

My uncle sighed and said, "I showed a questioning expression. What I really want to say is the custom of that era and the tutoring that made your mother become like this." I nodded. I have heard of my mother's affairs. As the eldest son of the family, my uncle is unruly and likes interesting and new things. Because the eldest aunt was accused of marriage since she was a child, her grandfather and grandma couldn't control her. She was half a family member, so my grandfather was very strict with her mother. Maybe that's the case, I thought to myself.

If it weren't for the makeup and marriage, your mother would probably not have become so cold

My uncle said, what?

What happened to my mother?

Maybe you don’t know that your mother used to be very competitive, especially in sports, with a very good reflex nerve, a beautiful face, and a tall figure. In sports classes, your mother’s long-distance running endurance always beats many people whenever she is in a track and field sports meeting. I thought to myself, no wonder my mother’s buttocks, waist, and legs are all kept so well. It turns out that she was exercising Ah when she was young.

So? What's the matter?

I asked casually, your mother doesn't like her parents to help her decide on the marriage. So that's how Ah. No wonder the role my mother has been playing since she was a child is just a mother.

The role of the mother and father is formed under the traditional concept of parents of both parties. This old and bloody plot really exists in the present.

There is such a layer of Guanxi between my mother and father, but what about me?

The role I play now is still my son. On the surface, I am a filial boy who can be relied on by my mother, but in private, I am a lustful and lustful demon who is obsessed with my mother's body. Whenever my sexual desire is too strong and rational, I am always particularly undecisive about my mother's body. My mother's attitude towards me has also gone from resistance, indulgence, rebound, and now. I know that my mother is also testing my bottom line, and my colleagues are also testing herself.

When I was driving my mother home, I recalled the chat with my uncle. My mother entered the room that night. When I was about to go in with me, my mother looked at me again, and then I stopped and went back to the room to think deeply about whether my psychological changes had begun to have a chemical reaction. At first, I was obsessed with my mother's body, and now I like the pleasure of having an affair with my mother. However, at this time, my attitude with my mother has become like a lover. However, the lover pattern rarely appears, and it is usually cold and stern mother. Perhaps to say that, I have lost my primitive sexual impulse towards my mother. After all, too many things have happened.

But people are always humble. Now my inner struggle is actually even greater. The love for my mother on the surface makes me respect me and treat my mother better than others, because I have fallen in love with my mother from the bottom of my heart. In form, mother and son are lovers in my heart. However, the darkness deep in my heart is constantly eroding me, like a thick fog, slowly spreading out in the depths of my heart. It is a kind of release of personality. I want to possess my mother and let my mother accept my arrogant and unyielding appearance.

The more I thought of those negative thoughts, the faster my heart beat. I closed my eyes, stood outside my mother's doorman, swallowed, and the fantasy plot in my mind was about to emerge. I thought of me pushing the door and walking into my mother's bedroom. My mother lay on the side of the bed like a sleeping beauty. I ignored my mother's resistance and pulled the gauze on my mother's body, brutally stuffed my head between my mother's legs, and greedily sucked my mother's honey pot. My mother neither shouted nor had any resistance.

Only when I sucked, my body trembled unconsciously. It was a natural reaction that was licked to the pleasure. Until my mother bent over and pushed my head with her hands, I didn't push her mother more. Her middle finger kept going in and out of her flesh slit. The front end of her fingers was digging the most sensitive G point of my mother, licking her clitoris with her tongue, and her left hand wrapped around her mother's right thigh, tightly grasping her mother's thigh, so that even if she twisted her body and wanted to lick her pussy from my spiritual tongue, there was no way.

It was not until a large amount of vaginal fluid was released from the slit of flesh and my mother's body shook, that I lifted up and looked at my mother's face. The sweat on my forehead soaked my hair, but there was a disdainful declaration in my eyes. It was the kind of appearance that I would never succumb to you no matter what you do. The darkening in my heart felt that this could stimulate my own nerves more.

I pressed my body on my mother's body. My legs were open, my thick pubic hair, my slightly brown vagina, and my lace and deep pajamas were held to my waist, revealing my snow-white lower body and plump thighs. My hands were spread out, holding the bottom of my thighs, pushing up and pulling it away, leaving my mother's lower body even more exposed in front of me. My mother's expression was full of resentment, and she nipped her lower lip with her upper teeth. I was licking the labia wet with vaginal fluid under my mother's gaze.

My tongue licked downwards with the flesh slit. My mother's feet were then closed and she shouted "Don't lick there." I put down my mother's legs, and my eyes were wet. Then I stopped. My mother said, "I'm going to force me, just want to conquer me?", I pressed my mother's hands on the bed, and the torn pajamas on my chest and half-naked snow-white breasts. Although they were slightly drooping, they were round overall and showed the charm of a middle-aged woman.

Mom, anyway, you don’t have sex with dad, so why not use Ah for me and be my sex slave

But I was thinking this in my heart, but I didn't say it. My tongue was around the pink nipples, my right hand held the bottom of my breasts, and swayed left and right quickly, my breasts swaying like pudding. That's it, do you want me?I am already a woman over fifty years old... I shaved my nipples with my fingers, and my nipples finally slowly hardened and were very beautiful. I pinched my nipples lightly and rotated, and my mother's face was sideways, because I knew that the nipples were my mother's sensitive belt.

There are a lot of mature women on the road, but it is impossible to find a woman like you. She is well maintained. She has been disagreeing with her father since she was in private life, and she has not had an affair with any man. She has been enduring her sexual desire all her life. Traditional oriental women are loyal and polite, rather than surrender, and a good wife and mother for life. Even if the marriage is a failure, she is extremely caring for family affection. These are all real. If my mother, if she does not know all this about you, ordinary people will just treat you as a lady who doesn't laugh.

But what?

But I understand all this, the fatal temptation of mature women, wanting to protect you on behalf of my father, Oedipus's morphine paralyzed me, the crazy possessiveness made me want to force you, my confused heart, all this was so unreal, but it was particularly heartbreaking. I held my cock and rubbed it up and down in my mother's slit. The vaginal fluid wet my glans, but my mother didn't move, lying on the bed like a doll, letting my rough lower body get stuck, and my breasts swung with my swaying.

My mother's body gradually became hot, and I obviously felt my mother's vagina contracting and sucking my penis. Haven't had sex for so long?

I don’t know if my mother feels comfortable, because the pleasure of thrusting has blinded my heart. I wrapped my arms around my mother’s armpits and licked my mother’s earlobe. I like this position. Whenever I move forward hard, my mother will unconsciously moan, which makes me feel more conquered.

When I thought of this, I was actually rubbing my penis. I became erect because of this kind of rape plot. I immediately turned around and left the door and curled on the bed. I was afraid that I would not exist. I used to imagine all kinds of imaginations of thrusting my mother, but this time it was rape?, Why do I think this way myself? Is it because I waited too long?

Since I wrote the article on the Internet, some people envy and some people criticize it. Perhaps it is true or false. If memories can be so simple, then I really hope that I can create a memory with a beautiful ending, and walk on the road of inability to be unable to do so. At the right time, meet the right person. Perhaps my mother and I just meet the wrong person at the right time, because we are two people with different identities, one is a mother and the other is a son. Mother and son are born from the same root, so how can we imitate love?

When there is no moral concept in the world, it will collapse. Perhaps my mother and I are testing each other's bottom line of collapse. The unacceptable vision of the world, the undisclosed relationship, the struggle of my mother, the unacceptable thoughts, the two of my physical needs, the mature women's concubine, the young energy, the friction and love affair between lust, and rubbing each other behind everyone's back, adding that tension, stimulation, and peeping together, and it became the poison of my mother and I. I was addicted, but I couldn't quit.

I will never force myself to women, especially my mother. My mother is a stubborn person. I asked my mother to help me masturbate and give me oral sex. The two of them intertwined and kissed in the bed, and could dig my mother's honey hole. My mother didn't know how to convince herself tens of thousands of times before she could relax her heart a little, face me with a woman's face, and help me deal with sexual desire.

So, how can I have the idea of ​​rape?

For my mother, maybe time can brew everything, and my mother's path will continue, but I have forgotten one thing: time does not wait for anyone, fate is so, accident is so, life is so, a calm heart, as usual blue sky and white clouds, I regret it now, but now, I live here, fighting the story of you and me, so calm.