Chapter 5 No more love, but love

When I came home, after helping me indulge in lust, when I returned home, I thought about my mother's past and present changes. From the excitement of my mother's masturbation for me, to the current incest stimulation, this incest-like stimulation is no longer so important to me, but the kind of thought of a long time, with a sense of conquest, I finally let my mother understand that as a son, I really love my mother and many people cannot accept it. Whether it is an external or an internal person, I and my mother understand that this is something that no one can mention. When I was young, my lower body saw my mother's buttocks hard. Now, my mother is like a plum blossom that has experienced the weather and frost. In the days of the years, I seem to be haggard. Now I am twenty-five years old, and my mother has also come to forty-three.

My mother may not have the same charm as she was a few years ago, but her posture, graceful motherhood, and her breasts and buttocks began to sag. She was no longer the slim body. Fortunately, my mother was about 170 years tall, which made her look very thin, but her body was gradually getting worse and worse, and she would feel dizzy when she was always moving.

My mother's skin looked pale under the sick face. During the holidays, I held my mother in my arms. My mother felt uncomfortable because of dizziness. She snuggled up on my chest like a little woman. At that moment, I looked at my mother's face. My mother closed her eyes, and there were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, long eyelashes, white honey lips, and her face looked a little bloodless.

I stroked my mother's hair with my left hand. In the past, I always had a big wave curl, but now I no longer perm my hair. The black hair is as bright as the night, and it also gradually turns white hair. Although there are only a few, it has an indescribable emotion in my heart. My mother is wearing a thin brown dress, and her breasts are set off under the bra, and she raises her clothes high. My left hand follows my mother's hair, stretches out her index finger, and slowly circles around the tip of her index finger, caressing the earlobe of her left ear very gently. The other four fingers gently slide across my mother's neck. I feel my mother's body shake slightly. Are you asleep?

I asked myself, and I sucked the heat on my mother's forehead, and my left hand was along my neck, stroking my beautiful back. My mother and I were lying on the bed, and my mother lay on my side, with her upper body almost pressing against my chest.

My mother leaned on my left shoulder. There was only a small night light in the room, with a yellow light. The halo was scattered in the air, projecting the shadows between me and my mother on the bed and walls. There were pink and green curtains hanging on the floor-to-ceiling windows. There were double layers of gauze overlapping on top, embroidering carp pictures, which were like ink paintings. The carp was under the light. After I squinted my eyes and looked at it for a while, I felt whether the several fish were swimming.

I stretched out my thumb with my right hand and massaged my temples in a counterclockwise manner. The woman lying beside me was my mother. When did this develop? This result was not what I wanted. I have always thought that supporting my belief was the possessiveness of my mother's body, the kind of desire to twitch my lower body in the bed with my mother, twisting her flesh buttocks to please me. Is that the pleasure of having an affair with my father on my back?

It was not until now that I realized that my love for my mother has long exceeded that physical analysis, but a spiritual need. I don’t know if you have had this experience. It is an idea of ​​wanting to protect my mother. I want to cherish my mother. It may be a family factor, or it may be my own psychological perversion.

But thinking so much, I did it. I made my mother agree with the idea of ​​incest. Does the mother really think that there is something between him and his son?

From the time his son's sexual harassment to the present, what is the mother thinking in her heart?

I don’t understand, I also want to understand, what does my mother think about me?

But don't ask now, because it's not a good time now, my left shoulder is already numb, but I don't care. I just want my mother to stay on my shoulders. I want to prove myself that I can let my mother be by my side with peace of mind, no longer be afraid of anything, no longer have to put on the appearance called Cold Shuang, nor do I have to block the heart called Tiebi. If possible, I hope my mother can believe me and let me understand.

I never thought that I could think so much about how I lived these days and how my mother lived. I weighed myself with my right elbow and moved my waist. My mother fell asleep and slept very well. She breathed slowly, and there was a scent of worry in the air. It was the milky smell of my mother's breasts?

Or is it the smell of my mother's underwear?

None of them are the lonely aura called loneliness.

Since I became sensible, my mother’s greatest wish was that my younger sister and I could grow up happily and safely. As a child, my mother remembered that her smile was beautiful, and that kind of faint smile. What about now?

What did my father bring to my mother?

In the adult world, I don’t understand what my mother lost or sacrificed?

I only know that now, I have the ability to make my mother stable and feel comfortable. I will do my best to please my mother. For me, my mother is no longer just as simple as a mother. Only after experiencing some things can I know how to cherish them. Perhaps a few years later, I have different ideas and opinions.

Maybe someone will say, you are so perverted, you actually love your mother. God, are you sleeping with your mother?, ‘I have heard all these words for your mother to masturbate and oral sex for you, but no matter what others think, I have never changed my mind, and I have never changed my own thoughts. The Oedipus complex is no longer in me. I love my mother, not love.

Some people also said, Boss, write more scenes of you having sex with your mother or flirting. I don’t want to see your inner scene anymore, and of course I haven’t told me about it, but what I want to say is that I have to admit that I can no longer write about the scenes of having sex with my mother at the beginning. Maybe now, I already feel that there is no need to write about my article.

‘Then why did you write this again?, Good question, I write an article not because of how much I want to read or whether I can get any points, but because I want to vent my inner memories, just treat it as a journey, you met me, a traveler, just passers-by. In the snowy forest, a group of people surrounded the fire, drinking whiskey bite after biting, and biting the roasted soft and juicy wild game.

Everyone listened quietly to me tell a story, just like a friend chatting, and the memories with my mother were told so naturally. The warm heat source on the fire was roasting everyone here. I did not sing my own beliefs like a missionary, nor did I behave like a drunkard, saying which woman I had done with last time, but just told my own story naturally, just as natural as breathing.

Women are very emotional animals that need care and tenderness. My left hand crossed my mother's beautiful back. My fingers touched the keel through my mother's thin long clothes and slowly stroked it. Above my mother's waist, my five fingers were spread out, close to my mother's waist, and my middle finger slowly caressed her from my mother's crotch. My middle finger was stuffed into my mother's sports trousers. My mother was wearing sports trousers. There was an elastic band around her waist, which was quite fit.So my buttocks were stretched into my pants. My middle finger slowly stuffed into my mother's pants. A little further down, even my mother's underwear was stuffed into my middle finger, and the other four fingers slowly went into my mother's pants. The fingertips of my left hand were tightly pressed against my mother's buttocks, and above my left arm was my mother's underwear, and on the upper layer were sports shorts. Under the pull of the elastic band, I felt that my mother's buttocks were so smooth.

The middle finger was tightly clamped by my mother's crotch, and the fingertips were obviously pushing to my mother's anus, but my mother's butt was actually hairless?

Did you shave it? I felt my heart beating very fast. My mother must have heard my heartbeat so loud that even I could hear it myself. I was going down, and the fingertips of my middle finger finally touched it. It was my most private place, and it was the place where I was born.

I moved very lightly, only my middle finger was moving. There was hair under my mother's vagina. Although I couldn't see it, my fingers could feel it. I pressed my mother's labia with my left finger, bent my middle finger, and gently scratched my mother's vagina. I had tried to pick it up before, but most of them were touched through my pants. The first time I was so close, I just imagined it, but my penis was erect without competing.

My fingers were squeezing up and down. My left hand was pointing down, so that the entire middle finger was bent and completely pressed against my mother's labia. Through the fingertips, I felt that I touched the clitoris, the entire ending fingertip was pressed against a slit. I bent my middle finger and entered the hole bit by bit. Under the two labia, I slowly entered the hole bit by bit, and half of the middle finger didn't enter my mother's vagina. I felt that the middle finger was clamped by the warm flesh wall and completely covered. I took a breath. The first time I felt so stimulating, my forehead was sweating slightly. My mother was still lying next to me without changing. My middle finger was entering a little bit and stuffing the hole in. Although there was only one finger, it felt fulfilling.

My mother has never had any other men. Maybe my mother, over the years, even masturbating or using a massage stick, has been very few times. Thinking of this, my whole left hand was lying down, and the whole middle finger did not enter my mother's vagina. My mother's breathing stopped, her mouth opened, and she breathed a little rapidly, but my mother did not open her eyes.

My middle finger stopped in my mother's body, and it took me a minute before I slowly pulled out. I felt that my fingers were wet and slippery. After pulling out, I continued to rub my mother's flesh slit with my fingers. My mother's brows frowned, and the palms of both hands were clenched into a fist at some point. When my fingers became bigger and bigger, my mother's waist trembled unconsciously as my middle finger scratched the wall of the flesh every time I scratched my middle finger in and out of my flesh. My butt shook for a moment like a cramp. This was the eve of a woman's orgasm. I felt my left hand and middle fingers in my mother's body, and the other four fingers were pinching and rubbing my buttocks at the beginning. My mother started to make a muffled sound. I saw my mother's calves bent and her insteps were tight.

This process lasted for fifteen minutes, and my mother's underwear was filled with vaginal fluid. When I wanted to spread my mother's pants and underwear, revealing her snow-white buttocks and private parts, so that my left hand could twitch in my mother's vagina with a larger movement. But after I pulled out my left hand, I wanted to pull my mother's pants away. When I pulled out my left hand to reveal half of her buttocks, my mother opened her eyes and her outstretched left hand stopped me. From my mother's eyes, I saw that my mother still had a little reserve as a mother. Is she shy?

I didn't know, but I went deeper with my left hand. This time I accelerated the tweaking of my middle finger up and down, scrambling up and down the slit of my mother's flesh. My mother arched her butt and kept going down. I hanged her right foot over my mother's thigh.

I pressed my mother's thighs and calves on the bed. My chest faced my mother. I stood up. My mother was lying on the bed. My left hand pressed my left waist on her kiss, and my palm was still in my mother's pants. From behind my buttocks, I dug my mother's pussy. My mother was fighting unnaturally and made a hazy moan. My mother wrapped her right hand over the waist behind me, and her left hand passed through my abdomen and held it tightly with my mother's right hand.

As the rhythm of my middle finger twitching became faster and faster, the vaginal fluid in my honey hole made my middle finger feel tightly sucked in my mother's vagina. While I was working quickly, my left hand muscles became tighter and tighter. My mother's entire calf had been arched. Suddenly, my mother hugged my waist tightly with both hands, and her head was pressed against my back, and she exhaled a long moan.

I felt my mother's butt twisting rhythmically, and then my vagina was shaking like catharsis, shaking and shaking. Did you have an orgasm? I was thinking like that, but my middle finger continued to dig the flesh wall. My mother's buttocks kept shaking until the trembling of my body gradually subsided. I pulled out my left hand, and my whole palm was filled with transparent mucus.

My mother was lying on the bed as if she was relaxing, breathing heavily, and her breasts were up and down with her breathing. I lay down and put my head close to my mother. My mother looked at me and said nothing. She just kissed my mother's fragrant lips. She thought in her mind that the incest novels I saw on the Internet and the text scenes of helping my mother masturbate. I thought it was like this. I didn't realize until I helped my mother masturbate that the process was very complicated.

My tongue pushed my mother's teeth open and put my tongue into my mother's mouth. At first, my mother's tongue was just letting me lick it. I hugged my mother tightly with both hands, and my mother also hugged my neck with both hands. I hugged my mother from the left to me and let my mother lie on top of me. My mother kissed her tongue and looked at my face. Her expression was a little strange. It was not the shyness of a girl or the brewing of a mature woman, but the face under the frost, with a hint of helplessness, or a flirting like a provocative flirting, and she kissed my lips actively.

I felt my lower body being rubbed through my mother's right hand, and my mother's breasts were pressed against my chest like water drops. My erect penis, under my skillful hands, even if I rubbed through my underwear and trousers, I felt like I was about to ejaculate by imagining it just by rubbing my mother. After my mother raised her upper body, her eyes half opened like a hazy, and her buttocks were pressed tightly on top of my penis.

After my mother slammed her butt, she asked, "Do you want it?", I got up and pinched my mother's buttocks with both hands and said, "I want... but I want you to help me... I huh, my mother lowered her head, and her black hair fell on my mother's face. My pants and underwear were retreated to my ankles. My mother pressed her buttocks against my cock at one time and began to twist.

When my mother did this for me in the hospital, it was the time when she was in the hospital. At that time, my mother was wearing tights and twisting her buttocks on her back, just simply trying to make me feel comfortable. At that time, the penis was twisting up and down in my mother's crotch, and her private parts rubbed against my cock through tights. At that time, my mother's hair swayed with my mother's body.

At that time, I was very satisfied, but I didn't expect that what happened after that would develop like this. Now my mother twisted her butt and lifted her top, revealing an off-white lace bra, holding her C-broken breasts, with deep cleavage, and her breasts swaying with her body. This was the first time, I didn't beg for my mother, but my mother was willing to do it for me.

I felt my head numb. Even though my hands were not pinching my mother's breasts, I felt an unprecedented sense of excitement. The breasts on the bra were rippling, shaking up and down. The lower cock was rubbed by my mother's buttocks and private parts, and the glans was exposed. The penis became harder and harder. At this time, I actually thought of my little aunt, a woman I had been on before.

My little aunt, sister, girlfriend, and some women who have not appeared in my previous stories. These past events have actually appeared now. I feel like something is missing in my heart. For some reason, I feel very sorry for my mother. After my mother indulged in lust for me, I actually thought of other women. After my mother touched my penis with her hand, she felt it was hard enough.

I got up and knelt between my legs. I closed my eyes, so I couldn't tell you how my mother gave me a blowjob for my cock, as well as my expression and movements during blowjob. I felt that my root was surrounded by my mother's tiger mouth. While pushing up and down, the glans was pulled down from the foreskin, revealing the pink glans' lower edge. Suddenly, the glans was licked by a rough tongue.

I knew very well that my mother stuck out her tongue and licked it gently from bottom to top from my scrotum, licking it to the urethra. At this time, my scrotum seemed to be held by my mother. The feeling of pleasure was indescribable. Her warm lips were gently sucked. At this time, the glans felt it was being held by my mother's mouth, and then my mother held it to the end, just like her deep throat. The glans seemed to be pressing against her throat, and the mother vomited it out at this time.

The penis was covered with my mother's saliva, and my mother's tiger mouth was shaking up and down at the root rhythmically. I felt my cock shaking and slapping my mother's tongue. The glans was sucked by my mother's lips again, and then the suction became stronger. I felt my mother's head shaking because the ends of my mother's hair kept slashing on my thighs, which was a little nourishing.

It can be imagined that my mother's head licked up and down, making a ramen sound that was sucking quickly. I felt that the critical point of my glans was approaching, especially every time my mother held it deeply to the end, when she sucked it very tightly, she pulled it up from the root, the entire penis was tightly wrapped by my mother's O-shaped lips, and the tongue in her mouth was still wrapped around the penis. Every time I sucked it, my lower body became tighter and tighter.

My insteps were completely straightened, and my calves were gradually thrusting. My mother held her penis with one hand and gently tugged over the inner side of my thigh with the other hand, which made me feel unbearable. The glans sucked in the mouth, twitched the entire penis with the tiger's mouth, and gently slashed the scrotum and pubic hair on the fingernails. My abdomen exerted force, my butt was tightened, and a sour and smelly semen was released from the mouth, and then ejaculated in my mother's mouth. My mother's movements became slower and slower. After my cock was thrust several times, I ejaculated the remaining semen. The first time I burst into my mother's mouth, I got up and looked at my mother. My mother swallowed my throat and swallowed my semen. What does this mean?

My mother is willing to accept this fact. Accepting the incest between me and my mother is a physical taboo and a mental infidelity.

My mother got up, walked out of the bed, and said to me that I was going to take a shower. I nodded, understood what my mother meant, and left the room, why didn’t she bathe with her mother? I knew some things, just clicked until they were done, but I couldn’t force them. Now my mother is willing to do so much for me. Now I just need to wait, waiting for my mother to fight the moral confrontation deep in her heart. Incest with her son is not possible under reason, but everything happened so naturally. It seems that in the end of many things, the son and mother both had the result of incest.

I say this not to encourage incest, but to analyze my sexual relationship with my mother. It did not occur in one or two days, but could only happen under many factors. Perhaps the initial motivation was my simple sexual impulse and obsessed with my mother's flesh buttocks. But now I really understand that my motive has changed a long time ago, but has changed from love to love.

Love, one part is sex, two part is love. On the chair in the living room, I lit the smoke from my father's house at home. The sound of water from my mother's shower came from the toilet, and the mist produced by the heat penetrated out from the side opening below the door. When my mother was taking a shower, was she also recalling that her son just now scratched her honey hole, and even teased her to orgasm, and took the initiative to serve her son, blowing and licking what her son asked for before, and the blowjob that could not have been done. Now, not only did she lick her son so much that her whole body was stiff, but she also swallowed her semen.

I remember very clearly that at that time I lit a cigarette and remembered my father's face, the face that had been to my mother that expression. What is my father marrying my mother?

Did the father treat his mother as his woman?

Or just simply treating your mother as a woman who vents her feelings. No matter what happened before, my father must be happy with some woman outside.

After I kneaded the cigarette, I threw it into the trash can along with the cigarette box. At this time, my mother took a shower and was wearing a bath towel. I walked over. My mother was wet and had a slight blush on her tender face. After kissing my mother's forehead, I said, "Mom... Have you hurt you just now?" My mother also kissed my lips and walked into the room to blow my hair.

You are really, I was dizzy all day long and couldn't sleep. You actually woke me up again. Mother was blowing her hair and said with a smile. I didn't expect that there was no way. My mother was wearing the tights on her butt, and the shape was so tempting. My mother shook her hair and continued to say that I was too old. Suddenly, she wouldn't be able to stand it anymore. I said, "But you, Mom, it's so tight. Mom really doesn't masturbate yourself." My mother paused for a moment and said, "Go away, what's tight, I've given birth to you and your sister." I walked to my mother and said, "But, is it comfortable when I help you?" .

My mother stopped the hair dryer and let her hair dry. When her hair became cold, she was blowing. My mother pouted and said, "It's so embarrassing, what are you saying?" I didn't say anything anymore, I walked over and put my mother on her shoulders with both hands, shaking her left and right, saying, "Does it feel comfortable? If you do this, will it feel comfortable?" My mother said impatiently, "Don't shake it anymore, I'm dizzy when I shake it... Your hands are filled with my water, how could you not know if I feel comfortable?" , I stopped and leaned my chin against my mother's right shoulder, and said lightly in my mother's ear that I just wanted my mother to say in person, are my skills really comfortable? .

My mother's face has begun to turn red, and her shy expression has won my heart even more. Oh... If you are not good, don't think about doing this in the future. My mother has returned to a serious expression. I saw that there is no chance, and kissed her on the face and said, "I know, I will understand in the future." My mother turned to look at me and said, "You have to know, our Guanxue is wrong in nature. I'm sorry for many people to do this for you, but you have to be obedient, do you know?"My mother got up, and the expression on her face was very complicated. After I nodded, I left my mother's room. That night I was in my room and recalled the memories of my mother and my mother before. At that time, my father and my younger sister were at home. I sexually harassed my mother. Now I am the only one who is left at home. I used to say that living with my mother can have sex with my mother like in novels, but in reality, it is not the case at all.

April this year is the rainy season and it is also a gathering for my mother's family, but it may not be held every year. I drove my mother and younger sister along the expressway to the countryside. My younger sister went to the research institute and took a special leave this time. Although my younger sister also understood the Guanxue between my mother and father, most of them would be hidden from my younger sister. I think it is more important to let my younger sister study well.

The raindrops slapped the car window, and as the wind speed moved horizontally on the glass, my mother sat in the passenger seat, closed her eyes, and fell asleep deeply. My mother's dizziness recently became more and more common. It seems that it is necessary to take my mother to a large hospital for a closer examination. My younger sister and I chatted with each other. My younger sister became more and more like my mother. I also looked like my mother. After I arrived at my mother's house, the four aunts almost all came back, and it was very lively. There was also a rare return from my uncle. Everyone tacitly did not talk about what happened last year, that is, the father was having a mistress. My grandfather was still as tough as before, and my mother was still the same as before. She felt cold to everyone, a very plain tone, and occasionally smiled.

I chatted with my younger sister and those cousins, and felt that time passed quickly. My childhood playmates were not all working in society now, or they were studying, and my cousin had to be married. My mother and aunts became uncomfortable at the beginning, but later they gradually became familiar with each other. This made me very happy because I was afraid that my mother would get sick after being alone for a long time.

At noon, my grandmother ordered a table to work, and someone would cook all kinds of dishes and then send them to the house. Usually one or two thousand yuan per table. I looked at the appearance of each aunt. The eldest aunt looked old, the second aunt was a mother, and the third aunt looked fat. The most sexy little aunt, I think she was still very playful, but she had already given birth to a daughter, and her butt felt not as strong as before.

Among the sisters, the mother talks the least, and her every move looks elegant. She is a standard cold lady. She fell in love with her mother because of her personality and is cold to others. In the process, her softened attitude has to be said that this is the desire for conquest that every boy wants. When the whole family gets together, what must be done is to enjoy the joy.

My mother’s sister likes to play mahjong very much. I am used to sitting next to my mother and recalling how to play cards with my mother. My mother showed annoyance, which always made me reluctant to let go. But it was usually only a moment. Under the card table, my hand was placed on my mother’s thigh. After my mother glared at me, she let her heels step on my instep. It was really painful.

After this round, I accompanied my mother for a walk outside, temporarily away from the crowd. The smell of the country air was filled with the fragrance of trees. My mother stood quietly beside me. This was the tacit understanding between mother and son, a secret that only my mother and I knew. I looked at my relatives in the distance. Amid the sound of play, I secretly hugged my mother's willow waist and pulled my mother closer.

My mother said lightly, "When my sister saw it, it's not good, then she patted my hand. My mother's eyes fell in the distance, and she wanted it again?", I shook my head and said, "You can bear it until you go home. I'm doing it. My mother carried me on her back, leaned her body against me, and put her butt on top of my cock. My mother said, "Let's find a place where there is no one."

I winked and saw the warehouse next to the parking lot. The place where my grandfather sold pesticides. After my mother exchanged eyes with me, I walked in first. After waiting for five minutes, my mother walked in. It was very dark as soon as she came in. The warehouse was about four cars side by side from my grandfather's house. You could hear the relative's voice. My mother closed the door and the whole warehouse fell into absolute darkness.

In the darkness, my mother and I hugged each other and kissed each other's tongues, like a dry fire, completely melting the saliva in each other's mouths. My mother and I knew that they could only move and not talk at this time. I rubbed my mother's breasts. My mother was wearing a black shirt, a purple shawl hanging on her shoulders, and a long and narrow black skirt. I pulled my mother's narrow skirt to her waist and opened the buttons on her chest quickly. I licked my mother's cleavage greedily. I knew that I didn't have much time, and my mother knew that I couldn't do it for too long. So in this sense of stimulation that I was afraid of being discovered by others, the mother and son were carrying all the people in the warehouse while hearing the rumbling sounds of relatives, and having sex in the warehouse. The black stockings that my mother wore had already been soaked in the underwear.

I pinched my mother's right breast with my left hand and pinched and rubbed her bra with my left breast. I pulled my bra to the lower edge of my breasts. I sucked my mother's nipples with all my heart. My mother also took out my penis, kissed my forehead, held my cock in my right hand, and started to stroke it. The two of them did this kind of thing secretly. What should I do if I was afraid of being discovered?

But then the penis was very hard in my mother's hands, so I threw this matter behind my head. My mother didn't make any noise. Soon, for fear of someone else's discovery, I was already so happy that as long as my mother quickly stroked it, I would have the pleasure of ejaculation. After my mother's nipples became hard, my body became very sensitive, and sometimes made a little faint moan, which made me even more excited. I felt that my mother's palm wrapped my glans, clamped my penis with five fingers, and let the glans beneath my mother's palm, and quickly pushed it up and down. Suddenly, my mother's left hand tightly pinched my butt, I could no longer bear it, and semen ejaculated in my mother's palm. My mother and I were both slumped above the pesticide bag. My mother shook her right hand hard and threw the semen to the ground.

I kissed my mother's lips and asked, "Mom...want to help you?"My mother didn't say anything. I pulled my mother's black stockings to my knees and knelt down. My mother leaned against the iron rolled door in the warehouse. I knelt on the ground, pulled my mother's thighs a little left and right, and my mother said, "Dirty...

Don't...this way, I said no, I want mom to...

My mother's left hand half-pushed my head, but her whole face was already pressed against the inside of my mother's thighs. Her tongue licked her vagina, which was soaked by vaginal fluid through her silk underwear. My hands tightly clamped my mother's thighs. When I opened my mother's underwear and exposed her tender labia, I opened my mouth and licked the entire slit first, sucked my mother's clitoris and labia with her upper and lower lips.

After my mother moaned, she didn't make any noise as if she was patient. When my tongue was stuck in, I felt a lot of vaginal fluid that had no smell. I thought about the last time my mother gave me a blowjob, so I tried my best to please me. Many men were unwilling to give a blowjob for women. I have to admit that my mother was the first woman to lick my pussy and the last one.

My mother had already shaken the iron roll door and made a clanging sound. Although she had only licked her mother for three minutes, she was so numb that she couldn't stand it anymore. Later, I helped her mother up and took out the paper to clean it up for her mother. Then my mother said that she had said before, her mind was blank. It turned out that this was the case. I smiled and said, "Mom, I can make you more comfortable." I held my cock for my mother to show it."

My mother put on the stockings and sorted them out and said, "What are you anxious for?" Promise to you? , I stretched out my tongue and said, "I understand, I won't talk too much." My mother then took back the poker face. My mother stood up, held my right arm with both hands, and cursed that next time, I didn't lick it, and I couldn't even walk the road without my consent. My legs were weak. I carried my mother and said yes...

I thought it would be like a novel. My mother and I were sneaking in the warehouse, and then relatives or younger sisters were looking for us everywhere, getting closer and closer to us, but my mother and I became more and more excited. Unfortunately, the plot of the A-film will not happen in reality, but after such an affair, has it been proved that my mother and I are no longer as simple as a few years ago, but that kind of a lover-like affair.

Because my grandmother couldn't sleep so many people, I drove my mother north that night. After I took her to the train station, I also hugged her, hoping that my mother would take good care of herself and explained to me that if anything was necessary, she would be notified. The relationship between my mother and her sister would be sympathetic to her sister. To be honest, my sister is the only person who does not show off her face.

The scene outside the car changed with the speed of the car. The curved mountain roads and street lights at night were connected one by one. For some reason, my mood seemed relieved, as if the pressure on my shoulders had been relaxed for half. I put on my black-framed glasses and driving at night, it would be better to be safer. The sound of the car engine running, as the accelerator pressed, made a high and low sound.

I spoke very quietly at the ICRT radio station in the car because my mother fell asleep. I don’t know if she is old. My mother is prone to fatigue and dizziness and wants to sleep. Why does her face look a little thin? I saw the ring worn by my mother’s left ring finger. I don’t know when it has been taken off. I straightened my waist and tried to stretch my muscles and bones so that I can relax when driving for a long time.

I am in my memory, and when I think back on many things, should I end it?

My girlfriend once asked me if I am a very nostalgic person. I can wear one piece of clothes until I am too overwhelmed. My shoes are the same. I have been repaired countless times. I am still the same. Let’s say that, I just can’t let go. Can I really put it down for my mother?