Life is like a play, and it is as meticulous as life. No one can predict the next step of things.I lay on the bed and counted the doctor's words. It was because I didn't dare to face it that I became more and more worried.
At that time, I used what kind of mentality I was facing the people around me.
In college, the sexual behavior of adultery can achieve self-satisfaction by imagining various plots of rape of the mother. Until the first time the penis is pressed against the mother's buttocks, he can no longer tolerate his desire for his mother's body.
Well, if I really have to face myself, then do I have to recall all the memories again?
I walked into my mother's boudoir and gently turned on the night light in the corner. It was a yellow light. Although it was small, it made this empty room much brighter in an instant.
I lay on the boudoir bed where my mother had lying, and gradually fell asleep while half asleep, which also brought me back to the origin of everything that I had inappropriate behavior with my mother.
That year, after I enjoyed the penis that I used my mother's buttocks to get rid of myself, I became unable to extricate myself, just like poison. After tasting it, I could no longer let go.
If you have a beautiful mother at home, how can you not fantasize?
Why am I so obsessed with my mother?
To be honest, it may be that my mother herself has a seductive atmosphere.
My child’s impression of his parents is that his father is a soldier and he looks serious and stern, but his mother is different. When he was a child, he remembers it was quite lively and smiles a lot. But as my sister and I grew up, my father became good at speaking, while my mother gradually moved towards the cold side.
But at that time, I didn’t think so much about it, nor did I think about why my mother had such a change. If I had known this, would I have made an incest move with my mother?
My mother has been following the decisions of her parents' family throughout her life. Her parents are a famous big family in the local area and are engaged in business. So I heard that my mother married her father. There is a big reason for her political and business relationship. Is this how my mother will have such a change?
A young girl who is as beautiful as a flower was forced to get married by her parents when she turned 18 and gave birth to a son the next year. Will the girl's desire for love be shattered after marriage?
From childhood to adulthood, my mother has always made selfless contributions to this family, but as children, we don’t know that my mother is changing bit by bit with the years.
As a girl, her desire for love, as a woman, her longing for marriage, as a mother, her care for children, However, the forced marriage of government and business, and her husband cheated, made my mother change, and I just started sexually harassing my mother by chance.
Could it be that deep in my mother, I long for a man to take care of her as a woman?
At that time, I was so proud that I could conquer my mother and enjoy the pleasure of having an affair with my mother after watching the messy mother and various A-movies plots.
Little do they know that the mother is just because of traditional Chinese customs. The traditional woman who is restrained and silent is just acquiesced to the sexual harassment of her son. In the new generation of the 21st century, will the mother also understand what is the pleasure of mother-son affair and the thrill of incest?
I have always wondered why my mother is willing to help me vent my desires. Is she simply spoiling me?
Or is it because of my father’s indifference for many years?
Or you understand what incest is. In the midst of reason and pleasure, you keep pulling. Every time your son pushes his penis against his buttocks, his eyes wandering on his breasts. Every time he bends over, he feels that his perky buttocks are his son hiding in the dark and peeking?
I could only try my best to satisfy my son. I masturbated and had an oral sex. I always thought it was just that, but I didn't expect that my buttocks made my son so crazy. My penis rubbed up and down the crotch. The whole underwear was pulled and fell into the crack of the crotch, and my lower body was wet and wet.
You can feel the glans sliding downward along the crotch, and finally the glans pushes the pussy through the underwear, pushing forward without inserting it. Your thighs and pussy contain vaginal fluid, allowing your son to thrust behind the back. Every time he thrusts, his pussy wears panties, and feels the friction of the glans back and forth. The more this happens, the more the vaginal fluid is flooded.
On the surface, you can pretend to satisfy your son's sexual fetishness of a mature woman. However, the physiological vaginal fluid flowing along the thighs in the lower body is a real physical need. I felt very angry when I held my son's hot penis for the first time, but at midnight dreams that night, I slept alone in the bed, and my husband worked in the mainland. How long has the free pussy not been moistened? What's more, it's an erect penis, held in my hand. It turns out that my son's penis actually makes me so excited. However, this is wrong, and it's not possible. I tell myself deep in my heart that traditional Chinese thoughts tell me that this is incest.
What if it is an ordinary man?
How long has it been since I had sex with my husband?
When I was taking a shower, my body was naked in front of the mirror. I only had my first marriage when I was young. Because my husband was much older than me and had just turned 18 years old, the pain of the broken part that night, the sound of the husband panting in his ears, the waist swinging fluently, and his private parts were stuffed with the penis, which hurt very much, but my husband's eyes were very satisfied, as if he had finally eaten you, a little slut.
In fact, I understand that the political and business marriage is just the surface. I was locked in by this man long ago. He is the son of his father's friend, who is eight years older than me.
That summer, the man used his father to go to the workshop. I was wearing a sleeveless thin shirt and a thin shorts with a thigh exposed thighs. I was busy drying clothes in the backyard. The slightly exposed breasts on my chest were sunburned by the hot weather. The sweat on my neck fell down and gathered in the cleavage. My father called me over to offer tea to the guests. The man's eyes were like something he found, wandering on me.
After that, the man came to his house more and more times. The next year I was eighteen years old. I couldn't believe it when I heard the news of marrying him. However, in an authoritative family, girls have no rights.
That night, my husband spread my legs viciously and lay naked on the bed. My lower body pressed against the mouth of my pussy and said softly in my ear: Finally, I got you. Then a stinging sensation hit my forehead, and my vagina was as painful as a laceration. My hands were tightly holding the pillow, allowing my husband to keep rushing. Finally, I was tired and sobbing and asking my husband to spare me. My husband pulled out the last shot and asked me to continue with his mouth, and then suck and lick it clean. I did as I did. Only then did my husband hugged me with satisfaction and fell asleep alone.
These events about my mother's adult life are one of the reasons why I want to understand why my mother is so frosty. This incident was taken from the mouths of my mother's sisters.
During the period of psychological consultation, I tried to pursue the memories I had with my mother, but I found that I had to figure out why my mother had such a change, so I contacted the little aunt whom I hadn't seen for many years.
I drove to Kaohsiung, and the sun was shining brightly. Compared to the bustling traffic in Taipei, the wide roads in Kaohsiung really made me feel much more relaxed. As I agreed to go to a restaurant in a department store. The scenery outside the window could overlook the entire Kaohsiung Port, with white clouds in the sky and blue sea underground, so I was so happy.
I haven't seen your aunt for so long, so why don't you come over and apologize quickly? A playful word sounded in my ears. When I turned my head, my aunt's face appeared directly in front of me, and a gentle breath of orchid was in my ears. A faint fragrance of a young woman filled my nose. The long-lost mature female charm once again attacked my hormones.
The five sisters of my mother's family, the eldest sister heard that their fate was not good, and the man she was with was a hard-working man. The second sister was the mother and married in politics and business. In fact, there was another secret. The third sister settled in Kaohsiung. Her husband was addicted to alcohol and gambling. She had divorced. She is currently with a boss in the steel industry and has a good relationship with her mother. The father at home spent a lot of money because of her mistress. The third sister gave a lot of help. The fourth sister settled abroad and rarely asked about anything at home. My sister is the youngest and playful, and she is a full daughter. She once had a one-night stand with me in college.
The ambiguous relationship with the little aunt before was a private matter. I remember that I had written it, so I won’t describe it anymore.
During the meal, I took a closer look at the little aunt. I haven't seen her for many years. Her playful personality has not changed. She has become an appearance and is already a mother of two children. The vicissitudes of life cannot be hidden from her face.
I tried to ask my mother's past intentionally or unintentionally. The little aunt also noticed my thoughts. Finally, after I was soaked in the soft stone, she said that my mother was young because of the reason for her marriage. At that time, I asked the five sisters that there were so many, so why was it the mother?The little aunt pouted and pretended to be angry, saying, "Who said your mother looks beautiful in the sky, but her personality is the most rebellious. She loved to talk back to her grandfather when she was a child. I always thought that her mother was obedient. It turned out that her mother was so arrogant.
After dinner, I carried the car keys and said to the little aunt that I wanted to send her back. The little aunt looked at me and said with a smirk that there would be Mr. Rao. Then she hooked my left hand with her right arm and talked and laughed with me.
The right arm was completely pressed against the little aunt's left breast. The two of them walked in parallel, and their arms swung back and forth slightly with the law of inertia of walking, and each swing was squeezed into the milking ball.
The little aunt wore a white tight short T-shirt today. The breasts she had played with when she was a student were presented to me again. The collar was slightly lower and the cleavage was revealed, which made me feel even more enchanting.
My little aunt made me start to fantasize again. Before marriage, I was bored and started chatting online with my sister's son. It was because it was the Internet that I spoke freely and the standard of chatting was wide open. In the end, I couldn't stand itchy and gave the boy the first one-night stand.
After that, even after marriage, my nature remains unchanged when I love to play. On the surface, I am a lively and cute good family, but in private, I am a young woman who enjoys having sex with men. For some reason, having sex with someone I know makes me feel more enjoyable.
That time he came to our house as a guest. I had just coaxed the baby to sleep, and deliberately put my butt on the sofa chair, carrying him on the back, as if I was expecting something. Sure enough, my butt was hit hard by him, my forehead was blank, and my husband was about to come back.
Fearing that the pleasure of having an affair with a young man was struggling, both physically and mentally. The vaginal fluid flowed down the sofa along the thighs, and his pussy kept clamping the man's penis. Deep in his heart, isn't it essentially so lewd?
In the middle age of walking, looking at the man in front of you, from the original boy to the man, are you more proficient in sex skills?
Want to try to seduce him?
Once I proved myself that I was a charming woman, and my body could beat you to my mother.
Did the little aunt have sex with me with this idea?
I don’t know. Mercedes-Benz was on the fast road and soon arrived at the little aunt’s apartment community. The little aunt held my hand and said to me that the master was not at home, so the young master should not do anything to his wife!, I smiled and said, "You really got obsessed with watching costume dramas, but then the little aunt held my hand again, but I was inactive. The two of them communicated through their eyes and understood each other in an instant.
It turns out that many things can never be returned. The little aunt is different from her mother's young body. When I was a student, I fucked this little slutty woman in the bed. When I was a student, I felt even more superior when I watched the little aunt serve and lick her penis.
I remember that I once said that I like men to penetrate from behind the scenes the most, because every push can deeply stimulate the point deep in my vagina. Every time I hit my little buttocks, I look at the ripples of my buttocks, and compared to my mother's plumpness, my little aunt looks more round and perky.
The glans was covered with vaginal fluid, and the wet inner wall of the vagina was tightly clamped my cock as my aunt lifted her anus, which made me breathe unconsciously, and then held my waist with both hands. The little aunt lay flat on the sofa, allowing me to use her butt to vent my desire.
The little aunt now looks even more charming. She has a graceful erotic wife seduces her sister's son and wants to taste the penis of a young man who has not been missing for a long time. Just this plot imagination, her underwear and private parts can't help but leak out.
How great would it be if my cock could fill my aunt's mouth? I forced my aunt to give me a blowjob, fixed the back of my aunt's head with her right hand, and asked her to look at me every time she sucked and vomited. I asked my aunt to always remember that my cock had once slapped the slut on the face.
The glans felt the tongue of the little aunt and young woman. As I grew older, I became more and more aware of blowing and licking the man's penis. I sucked my lips with saliva, and mixed the smelly secretions at the front of the glans in my mouth. I licked the lower edge of the glans with the tip of my tongue. I felt so happy that I clenched my fists tightly and almost ejaculated.
During the final sprint, the little aunt kept stroking her right hand, sucking her mouth up and down, and scratching my scrotum with her left hand. I looked at the little aunt's lewd face from top to bottom. I was blowing and licking so hard, do you hope that I can feed your young woman's pussy?
But now, the past is no longer the case. If I am now just a boy who is still obsessed with my mother's buttocks, then perhaps, at this moment, I would walk into my aunt's boudoir and play with her maternal body. Every inch of skin was savored by my tongue, let the little aunt kneel between my crotch like a kitten, stretch out her moist tongue, and blow my penis carefully, so that I can feel comfortable first, and then satisfy my aunt's pussy.
However, I have a woman who has entered my life, a beautiful mother and a final wife, who wants her mother to become my woman, so I need to know more about my mother. Mother's mother's abuse, forced sexual assault, which is not good. If I want my mother to be my woman willingly, I can only protect my favorite mother more.
Soon, it has been more than two months since I last went south to Kaohsiung. I was alone in a coffee shop, siping a cup of black coffee, which had a rich sour taste of fruit. At this time, will someone ask, isn’t black coffee bitter?
It is heavy roasting, which will cover all the flavor of the coffee. Only light roasting, control of the heat, combined with the characteristics of the beans, and the boiling method, each cup of black coffee is different.
A European chandelier in the corner, the yellow halo scattered on my head, the earphones in my ears, and the light music from the IPhne. I stroked my phone and stopped on a photo with my fingertips.
It was a photo of me and my mother. The background was filled with water. My mother was naked, wrapped in a bath towel, and she was laid on me. My mother looked at the camera with her eyes half open. Her white skin looked even more white and red under the soaking hot springs. There was a little shyness in her eyes. And I was like a man holding a gun to the battlefield. The night before I was about to die, the woman in my arms was about to give me the best night.
Looking at this photo, my mother and I have gone through so many storms to have the tenderness of that night. My thoughts once again returned to the moment in the depths of my memories.
That night, my mother was brought back from my mother's house. After a few days, I went to the hospital for a full-body health examination. I saw my mother put on a patient's clothes, wearing a water-blue striped, and a thin shirt. She bulged because of her breasts. The loose trousers still covered the fleshy buttocks with a full complement of charm. Her long wavy hair was tied up, revealing her jade neck. My mother's eyes were still full of melancholy, and her pale face looked even colder. Her long eyelashes looked at me half open, and her slightly bloody lips told the helplessness in this world.
I held my mother's hand and let her snuggle on my shoulders. Once upon a time, I, who was always loving my flesh buttocks, was now full of fear and confusion.
After checking all day, my mother sat alone in a corner of the health examination center. There was a large floor-to-ceiling window. The sun set, and the dusk fell on the chair through the glass, reflecting my mother's shadow.
The mother closed her eyes and scattered her hair. A depressed and beautiful woman faced the authority of her family and the betrayal of her husband. What else can she believe?
I have never been able to understand why my mother is very cold to my father's relatives? It seems that until now, I feel that I have become unfamiliar with me.
In the end, the night was about to cover everything, and at the moment when the sunset fell, I took my mother's hand, as if I wanted to take her away from all this.
What are you doing? What's in a hurry? My mother asked, "I didn't say anything, I quietly held my mother. What did the doctor say?" When will the report come out? Is it said why my mother has such a headache? , I turned my head to look at my mother, then lowered my head again
My mother looked at me and said nothing. This time, it was because of my mother holding my hand and leaving. Mom...I... the doctor said... I trembledly, my mother held my hand tightly and said to me. Don't talk too much, let's talk when she goes home...
A vibration came from IPhne, pulling me from memory to reality. I looked at the time and it turned out that the time for my mental consultation was up again.
I massaged my temples, looked at my mother's photo on my phone again, and then took the car key and tried to find a way not to let myself fall into so deep sadness, because I knew that my mother didn't like seeing me crying the most.
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At that time, I used what kind of mentality I was facing the people around me.
In college, the sexual behavior of adultery can achieve self-satisfaction by imagining various plots of rape of the mother. Until the first time the penis is pressed against the mother's buttocks, he can no longer tolerate his desire for his mother's body.
Well, if I really have to face myself, then do I have to recall all the memories again?
I walked into my mother's boudoir and gently turned on the night light in the corner. It was a yellow light. Although it was small, it made this empty room much brighter in an instant.
I lay on the boudoir bed where my mother had lying, and gradually fell asleep while half asleep, which also brought me back to the origin of everything that I had inappropriate behavior with my mother.
That year, after I enjoyed the penis that I used my mother's buttocks to get rid of myself, I became unable to extricate myself, just like poison. After tasting it, I could no longer let go.
If you have a beautiful mother at home, how can you not fantasize?
Why am I so obsessed with my mother?
To be honest, it may be that my mother herself has a seductive atmosphere.
My child’s impression of his parents is that his father is a soldier and he looks serious and stern, but his mother is different. When he was a child, he remembers it was quite lively and smiles a lot. But as my sister and I grew up, my father became good at speaking, while my mother gradually moved towards the cold side.
But at that time, I didn’t think so much about it, nor did I think about why my mother had such a change. If I had known this, would I have made an incest move with my mother?
My mother has been following the decisions of her parents' family throughout her life. Her parents are a famous big family in the local area and are engaged in business. So I heard that my mother married her father. There is a big reason for her political and business relationship. Is this how my mother will have such a change?
A young girl who is as beautiful as a flower was forced to get married by her parents when she turned 18 and gave birth to a son the next year. Will the girl's desire for love be shattered after marriage?
From childhood to adulthood, my mother has always made selfless contributions to this family, but as children, we don’t know that my mother is changing bit by bit with the years.
As a girl, her desire for love, as a woman, her longing for marriage, as a mother, her care for children, However, the forced marriage of government and business, and her husband cheated, made my mother change, and I just started sexually harassing my mother by chance.
Could it be that deep in my mother, I long for a man to take care of her as a woman?
At that time, I was so proud that I could conquer my mother and enjoy the pleasure of having an affair with my mother after watching the messy mother and various A-movies plots.
Little do they know that the mother is just because of traditional Chinese customs. The traditional woman who is restrained and silent is just acquiesced to the sexual harassment of her son. In the new generation of the 21st century, will the mother also understand what is the pleasure of mother-son affair and the thrill of incest?
I have always wondered why my mother is willing to help me vent my desires. Is she simply spoiling me?
Or is it because of my father’s indifference for many years?
Or you understand what incest is. In the midst of reason and pleasure, you keep pulling. Every time your son pushes his penis against his buttocks, his eyes wandering on his breasts. Every time he bends over, he feels that his perky buttocks are his son hiding in the dark and peeking?
I could only try my best to satisfy my son. I masturbated and had an oral sex. I always thought it was just that, but I didn't expect that my buttocks made my son so crazy. My penis rubbed up and down the crotch. The whole underwear was pulled and fell into the crack of the crotch, and my lower body was wet and wet.
You can feel the glans sliding downward along the crotch, and finally the glans pushes the pussy through the underwear, pushing forward without inserting it. Your thighs and pussy contain vaginal fluid, allowing your son to thrust behind the back. Every time he thrusts, his pussy wears panties, and feels the friction of the glans back and forth. The more this happens, the more the vaginal fluid is flooded.
On the surface, you can pretend to satisfy your son's sexual fetishness of a mature woman. However, the physiological vaginal fluid flowing along the thighs in the lower body is a real physical need. I felt very angry when I held my son's hot penis for the first time, but at midnight dreams that night, I slept alone in the bed, and my husband worked in the mainland. How long has the free pussy not been moistened? What's more, it's an erect penis, held in my hand. It turns out that my son's penis actually makes me so excited. However, this is wrong, and it's not possible. I tell myself deep in my heart that traditional Chinese thoughts tell me that this is incest.
What if it is an ordinary man?
How long has it been since I had sex with my husband?
When I was taking a shower, my body was naked in front of the mirror. I only had my first marriage when I was young. Because my husband was much older than me and had just turned 18 years old, the pain of the broken part that night, the sound of the husband panting in his ears, the waist swinging fluently, and his private parts were stuffed with the penis, which hurt very much, but my husband's eyes were very satisfied, as if he had finally eaten you, a little slut.
In fact, I understand that the political and business marriage is just the surface. I was locked in by this man long ago. He is the son of his father's friend, who is eight years older than me.
That summer, the man used his father to go to the workshop. I was wearing a sleeveless thin shirt and a thin shorts with a thigh exposed thighs. I was busy drying clothes in the backyard. The slightly exposed breasts on my chest were sunburned by the hot weather. The sweat on my neck fell down and gathered in the cleavage. My father called me over to offer tea to the guests. The man's eyes were like something he found, wandering on me.
After that, the man came to his house more and more times. The next year I was eighteen years old. I couldn't believe it when I heard the news of marrying him. However, in an authoritative family, girls have no rights.
That night, my husband spread my legs viciously and lay naked on the bed. My lower body pressed against the mouth of my pussy and said softly in my ear: Finally, I got you. Then a stinging sensation hit my forehead, and my vagina was as painful as a laceration. My hands were tightly holding the pillow, allowing my husband to keep rushing. Finally, I was tired and sobbing and asking my husband to spare me. My husband pulled out the last shot and asked me to continue with his mouth, and then suck and lick it clean. I did as I did. Only then did my husband hugged me with satisfaction and fell asleep alone.
These events about my mother's adult life are one of the reasons why I want to understand why my mother is so frosty. This incident was taken from the mouths of my mother's sisters.
During the period of psychological consultation, I tried to pursue the memories I had with my mother, but I found that I had to figure out why my mother had such a change, so I contacted the little aunt whom I hadn't seen for many years.
I drove to Kaohsiung, and the sun was shining brightly. Compared to the bustling traffic in Taipei, the wide roads in Kaohsiung really made me feel much more relaxed. As I agreed to go to a restaurant in a department store. The scenery outside the window could overlook the entire Kaohsiung Port, with white clouds in the sky and blue sea underground, so I was so happy.
I haven't seen your aunt for so long, so why don't you come over and apologize quickly? A playful word sounded in my ears. When I turned my head, my aunt's face appeared directly in front of me, and a gentle breath of orchid was in my ears. A faint fragrance of a young woman filled my nose. The long-lost mature female charm once again attacked my hormones.
The five sisters of my mother's family, the eldest sister heard that their fate was not good, and the man she was with was a hard-working man. The second sister was the mother and married in politics and business. In fact, there was another secret. The third sister settled in Kaohsiung. Her husband was addicted to alcohol and gambling. She had divorced. She is currently with a boss in the steel industry and has a good relationship with her mother. The father at home spent a lot of money because of her mistress. The third sister gave a lot of help. The fourth sister settled abroad and rarely asked about anything at home. My sister is the youngest and playful, and she is a full daughter. She once had a one-night stand with me in college.
The ambiguous relationship with the little aunt before was a private matter. I remember that I had written it, so I won’t describe it anymore.
During the meal, I took a closer look at the little aunt. I haven't seen her for many years. Her playful personality has not changed. She has become an appearance and is already a mother of two children. The vicissitudes of life cannot be hidden from her face.
I tried to ask my mother's past intentionally or unintentionally. The little aunt also noticed my thoughts. Finally, after I was soaked in the soft stone, she said that my mother was young because of the reason for her marriage. At that time, I asked the five sisters that there were so many, so why was it the mother?The little aunt pouted and pretended to be angry, saying, "Who said your mother looks beautiful in the sky, but her personality is the most rebellious. She loved to talk back to her grandfather when she was a child. I always thought that her mother was obedient. It turned out that her mother was so arrogant.
After dinner, I carried the car keys and said to the little aunt that I wanted to send her back. The little aunt looked at me and said with a smirk that there would be Mr. Rao. Then she hooked my left hand with her right arm and talked and laughed with me.
The right arm was completely pressed against the little aunt's left breast. The two of them walked in parallel, and their arms swung back and forth slightly with the law of inertia of walking, and each swing was squeezed into the milking ball.
The little aunt wore a white tight short T-shirt today. The breasts she had played with when she was a student were presented to me again. The collar was slightly lower and the cleavage was revealed, which made me feel even more enchanting.
My little aunt made me start to fantasize again. Before marriage, I was bored and started chatting online with my sister's son. It was because it was the Internet that I spoke freely and the standard of chatting was wide open. In the end, I couldn't stand itchy and gave the boy the first one-night stand.
After that, even after marriage, my nature remains unchanged when I love to play. On the surface, I am a lively and cute good family, but in private, I am a young woman who enjoys having sex with men. For some reason, having sex with someone I know makes me feel more enjoyable.
That time he came to our house as a guest. I had just coaxed the baby to sleep, and deliberately put my butt on the sofa chair, carrying him on the back, as if I was expecting something. Sure enough, my butt was hit hard by him, my forehead was blank, and my husband was about to come back.
Fearing that the pleasure of having an affair with a young man was struggling, both physically and mentally. The vaginal fluid flowed down the sofa along the thighs, and his pussy kept clamping the man's penis. Deep in his heart, isn't it essentially so lewd?
In the middle age of walking, looking at the man in front of you, from the original boy to the man, are you more proficient in sex skills?
Want to try to seduce him?
Once I proved myself that I was a charming woman, and my body could beat you to my mother.
Did the little aunt have sex with me with this idea?
I don’t know. Mercedes-Benz was on the fast road and soon arrived at the little aunt’s apartment community. The little aunt held my hand and said to me that the master was not at home, so the young master should not do anything to his wife!, I smiled and said, "You really got obsessed with watching costume dramas, but then the little aunt held my hand again, but I was inactive. The two of them communicated through their eyes and understood each other in an instant.
It turns out that many things can never be returned. The little aunt is different from her mother's young body. When I was a student, I fucked this little slutty woman in the bed. When I was a student, I felt even more superior when I watched the little aunt serve and lick her penis.
I remember that I once said that I like men to penetrate from behind the scenes the most, because every push can deeply stimulate the point deep in my vagina. Every time I hit my little buttocks, I look at the ripples of my buttocks, and compared to my mother's plumpness, my little aunt looks more round and perky.
The glans was covered with vaginal fluid, and the wet inner wall of the vagina was tightly clamped my cock as my aunt lifted her anus, which made me breathe unconsciously, and then held my waist with both hands. The little aunt lay flat on the sofa, allowing me to use her butt to vent my desire.
The little aunt now looks even more charming. She has a graceful erotic wife seduces her sister's son and wants to taste the penis of a young man who has not been missing for a long time. Just this plot imagination, her underwear and private parts can't help but leak out.
How great would it be if my cock could fill my aunt's mouth? I forced my aunt to give me a blowjob, fixed the back of my aunt's head with her right hand, and asked her to look at me every time she sucked and vomited. I asked my aunt to always remember that my cock had once slapped the slut on the face.
The glans felt the tongue of the little aunt and young woman. As I grew older, I became more and more aware of blowing and licking the man's penis. I sucked my lips with saliva, and mixed the smelly secretions at the front of the glans in my mouth. I licked the lower edge of the glans with the tip of my tongue. I felt so happy that I clenched my fists tightly and almost ejaculated.
During the final sprint, the little aunt kept stroking her right hand, sucking her mouth up and down, and scratching my scrotum with her left hand. I looked at the little aunt's lewd face from top to bottom. I was blowing and licking so hard, do you hope that I can feed your young woman's pussy?
But now, the past is no longer the case. If I am now just a boy who is still obsessed with my mother's buttocks, then perhaps, at this moment, I would walk into my aunt's boudoir and play with her maternal body. Every inch of skin was savored by my tongue, let the little aunt kneel between my crotch like a kitten, stretch out her moist tongue, and blow my penis carefully, so that I can feel comfortable first, and then satisfy my aunt's pussy.
However, I have a woman who has entered my life, a beautiful mother and a final wife, who wants her mother to become my woman, so I need to know more about my mother. Mother's mother's abuse, forced sexual assault, which is not good. If I want my mother to be my woman willingly, I can only protect my favorite mother more.
Soon, it has been more than two months since I last went south to Kaohsiung. I was alone in a coffee shop, siping a cup of black coffee, which had a rich sour taste of fruit. At this time, will someone ask, isn’t black coffee bitter?
It is heavy roasting, which will cover all the flavor of the coffee. Only light roasting, control of the heat, combined with the characteristics of the beans, and the boiling method, each cup of black coffee is different.
A European chandelier in the corner, the yellow halo scattered on my head, the earphones in my ears, and the light music from the IPhne. I stroked my phone and stopped on a photo with my fingertips.
It was a photo of me and my mother. The background was filled with water. My mother was naked, wrapped in a bath towel, and she was laid on me. My mother looked at the camera with her eyes half open. Her white skin looked even more white and red under the soaking hot springs. There was a little shyness in her eyes. And I was like a man holding a gun to the battlefield. The night before I was about to die, the woman in my arms was about to give me the best night.
Looking at this photo, my mother and I have gone through so many storms to have the tenderness of that night. My thoughts once again returned to the moment in the depths of my memories.
That night, my mother was brought back from my mother's house. After a few days, I went to the hospital for a full-body health examination. I saw my mother put on a patient's clothes, wearing a water-blue striped, and a thin shirt. She bulged because of her breasts. The loose trousers still covered the fleshy buttocks with a full complement of charm. Her long wavy hair was tied up, revealing her jade neck. My mother's eyes were still full of melancholy, and her pale face looked even colder. Her long eyelashes looked at me half open, and her slightly bloody lips told the helplessness in this world.
I held my mother's hand and let her snuggle on my shoulders. Once upon a time, I, who was always loving my flesh buttocks, was now full of fear and confusion.
After checking all day, my mother sat alone in a corner of the health examination center. There was a large floor-to-ceiling window. The sun set, and the dusk fell on the chair through the glass, reflecting my mother's shadow.
The mother closed her eyes and scattered her hair. A depressed and beautiful woman faced the authority of her family and the betrayal of her husband. What else can she believe?
I have never been able to understand why my mother is very cold to my father's relatives? It seems that until now, I feel that I have become unfamiliar with me.
In the end, the night was about to cover everything, and at the moment when the sunset fell, I took my mother's hand, as if I wanted to take her away from all this.
What are you doing? What's in a hurry? My mother asked, "I didn't say anything, I quietly held my mother. What did the doctor say?" When will the report come out? Is it said why my mother has such a headache? , I turned my head to look at my mother, then lowered my head again
My mother looked at me and said nothing. This time, it was because of my mother holding my hand and leaving. Mom...I... the doctor said... I trembledly, my mother held my hand tightly and said to me. Don't talk too much, let's talk when she goes home...
A vibration came from IPhne, pulling me from memory to reality. I looked at the time and it turned out that the time for my mental consultation was up again.
I massaged my temples, looked at my mother's photo on my phone again, and then took the car key and tried to find a way not to let myself fall into so deep sadness, because I knew that my mother didn't like seeing me crying the most.
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