Extra: Girlfriend's mother

The time I wrote this time was in the Memoir of Oedipus. The day after my mother divorced my father, there were actually a lot of things happening during that period. My girlfriend's mother was indeed caused by my obscene sex. I had said before that many mature women, but they were all hurting others. When I was writing Oedipus, I deliberately omitted many stories. Now, I wrote them just to make up for myself and to make myself brave enough to face all this.

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What happens to people at the right time is a real mistake?

Or the right behavior?

Emotion and desire, the good and evil of human nature are in a single thought. What is correct and what is wrong?

Many things are repeated in sin and evil. Looking back on my past experiences, I always think that I am always bound to my past self. Perhaps, only by letting go can I have the will to give up.

Since childhood, my mother's personality and longing for my mother comes from love, part of it comes from love, and the other part comes from sex, but reality is in life. My mother only helped me masturbate that time when I was young. After that, no matter whether it is soft, hard, grinding, or soaking, there is always no chance of incest. Perhaps this is the real life. In reality, mother-son incest in the novel is almost difficult to happen. Maybe there is, but that person will not be me.

As I grew older, my mother's appearance began to grow older. After I had a girlfriend, my lust for her was not so strong. Unfortunately, people always became mean. In the ordinary life, I felt bored. My girlfriend was perfect, thin, tall, and pure. When I fucked my girlfriend in bed, I gradually had the same idea as she did.

After I just finished my passion in my girlfriend's room tonight, I was naked and wearing underwear to look at the night view in the distance from the back balcony. The image I have always brought to my girlfriend is that she is gentle, tall, and talks little. It is strange, but it is also very real. In fact, I think I am more introverted and sexy and indifferent to anyone, but after getting to know each other, I nodded and smiled at most. Only those who I agree with can open my heart.

I have been working for many years, but the pressure on my shoulders has not increased but decreased. I often think about the past, my life with my mother, school life, and workplace work. Many times, I hope to go back to that period. Although it is a sweet and bitter, it is also a taste of the world. In my current life, I am alone, my girlfriend, and my hypocritical colleagues, I don’t know if it is my own problem, maybe it is, or maybe it is not.

I have long been used to not answering calls from my old friend. Every time I go online, I always go online to Skype to see if the group of old friends are alive. However, after that happens, my heart has long been numb. People are always like this. After getting used to closure of themselves, I feel that the world is just like this. There is more sorrow and less understanding. Perhaps during this period, I was a boyfriend who failed at all.

I walked in the living room of my girlfriend's house. My original home was broken. I wanted to go back, but I couldn't go back. I used to fantasize about this place and everything I lived with my mother, but it has become a phantom. The sad atmosphere of the air made me breathless. Why?

I was so tired, and negative thoughts surrounded me. When I was walking without knowing the so-called "I unknowingly walked to the door of another room, my girlfriend's mother's boudoir.

The door was not closed. I listened to the sound of the room and the sound of water. I suddenly thought, could it be that my aunt was taking a shower?

This time?

I wanted to turn my head and leave, but I was suspicious and the association in my mind was extraordinary. When I was warm with my girlfriend at night, I always felt that I had the same gaze, staring at me, which was extremely narrow, but I still discovered it.

Speaking of which, since I first met my girlfriend's mother, I felt very gentle and elegant. It was that gesture and gesture had a sense of elegance, which was completely different from my mother's cold and noble sense. The feeling that my aunt brought me was very approachable. The point was that there was a small mole at the end of my left eye, which looked even more charming when I smiled. To be subtle, it was gorgeous, and to be ugly, it was lewd.

I have to admit that after meeting my aunt, when I was thrusting my girlfriend from behind that night, the main point that made me ejaculate was the aunt. I have always been my sexual fantasy for my mother, but tonight it was my aunt. My aunt did not have the figure of her mother, with plump breasts and beautiful buttocks, but she had slender hands and beautiful calves.

That's right, my aunt is a little younger than my mother. Maybe because my girlfriend is younger than me. My aunt is a mature girl, a little younger, and she has a little naughty mentality. She doesn't have the standard good personality like my mother, nor does she have the lewd and seductive smile like my aunt. Instead, she still maintains the mentality of a young man after knowing her age, and is considered a new generation of women.

It is undeniable that during this period, I did transfer all my mother's thoughts to my aunt, and my girlfriend is a single-parent family. In this case, does it mean that my aunt has been alone in the empty bedroom for many years? The turbulent desire in her body gradually regarded her daughter's boyfriend as the object of sexual intercourse. She has always been thinking about her husband and sniffing her lower body. Now, can the body of a young boy more stimulate her desire?

Indeed, every time I come to my girlfriend's house, my aunt always put on some light makeup and dresses up properly, showing me her beautiful side. She doesn't have that kind of private outfit, but in fact, I like my aunt's private outfit, simple, elegant, and closer to her true self, but unfortunately I never had the chance to see it.

While wandering at the door, I thought about the reason for my aunt to take a bath. Could it be the same as those A-film plots?

After peeking at my daughter having sex with her boyfriend, I masturbated and relieved my desires when I returned to the room. After the climax, I went to the bathroom to clean it up. Sometimes I really admire my own imagination and even I felt scared. After I gently pushed the door open, everything in the room came into my eyes.

The bed sheets on the bed were not soaked, and there was no toilet paper in the trash can. Am I wrong? My heartbeat was very fast, my cock was hard and my underwear was like a thief, trying to catch the evidence of my aunt's masturbation, but unfortunately I didn't even see the massage stick jump. Finally, I looked at the toilet in my aunt's room, and the sound of water inside was falling, and the steam under the crack of the door was faintly visible.

I stood up and quietly approached the door of the toilet, listening quietly, but I was sorry, there was nothing. I was so sad. I really had no resistance to mature women. I pulled the drawer and saw my aunt's underwear. It was very hot. Unexpectedly, my aunt's breasts were about C. They might usually be wrapped very well, so I couldn't tell at all. The style of the underwear was relatively simple. After rubbing my penis, I grabbed the underwear and placed it in front of my nose and analyzed it hard. The fragrance of the underwear was like the aunt's buttocks against the underwear. The smell of the vagina made me grab the penis directly and thrust up and down.

The breath of a mature woman almost made me ejaculate. After I heard the sound of water in the toilet stop, I hurriedly cleaned up. When I walked out, I heard a slight moan. In this quiet night, this small and brief moan was particularly clear. If I hadn't been in the room, I wouldn't have heard it. I felt my chest was undulating.

Although I guessed wrong that my aunt was not masturbating on the bed, it turned out to be in the toilet. I tried to calm myself down. I put my ears on the door in a tough time in the toilet close to the room. The sound from the door book was the aunt's low moans. It was very soft at the beginning, and I could imagine the picture myself, matching it with my aunt's moans.

I imagine that my aunt was naked, covered with shower gel, her middle finger on her right hand was pressed against the gap in her vagina, rubbing her clitoris and flesh slits back and forth, her thumb on her left hand, her eyes closed, her head tilted, her tongue licked her lips, her right foot lifted up, and stepped on the edge of the bathtub. Her mind was thinking about the sound of her daughter just moaning. How long has it been since her daughter's boyfriend had sex secretly every night, when did she secretly listen to the sound of making love?

With a long mercy~, why is the child so sexually capable?

Two shots a night?

You won’t be tired, you have a lower body. You really want your daughter’s boyfriend to thrust, but this idea can only be hidden in your heart. After all, this is considered incest, right?

But it's not Kansai, masturbating in the bathroom, there's not Kansai, treating yourself as a slut is so shy, but it's also exciting.

A finger can no longer satisfy myself. My lower body has not been so sensitive for many years. Why is my daughter's boyfriend always very sad? Let me comfort you. The sound of your warm breathing between you and my daughter makes me intoxicated. When you took away your daughter's virgin for the first time, my daughter told me with tears in the corners of her eyes, "I comfort you, because I know that my daughter is willing."

Watching your daughter take away by you on the morning of the first night, the daughter's head and knees were red and swollen. Based on the woman's intuition, this looks like a back-style, and you look at your experienced and sophisticated. From the back, because of the angle problem, the pain of the girl for the first time can not be so great. However, when your daughter's vagina gets used to your penis, you thrust violently and vigorously. Looking at her daughter's red and swollen buttocks, you can imagine that your thighs should also be swollen.

But speaking of this is just my own guess. The two fingers in the vagina kept digging. If this hand was you, how good would it be? You would be like a tram man, who violated me speechlessly. Just thinking about how you were sucking my vagina through your underwear, I was already so excited that I was wet. My whole right hand was fantasizing about your child's vagina.

When I fantasized about my aunt masturbating in the bathroom, my cock was so hard. Unfortunately, my aunt's moans only lasted for more than a dozen times, Yue Zai didn't make any sound, and she felt like she was enduring something. I walked out the door with my penis hard. That night, my girlfriend was dug up and fucked hard again. But this time the difference was that she was fucking her girlfriend's vagina, but she thought it was her vagina.

The next morning, my aunt was so energetic that she made me feel breakfast, but my girlfriend was so hard that she couldn't get up. In the kitchen, I looked for jam and kept on her back to back. I accidentally touched each other's butts. My aunt turned around and turned her head. I looked at the side with awkwardness. My aunt smiled shyly and continued to fry poached eggs on her back.

I gently approached my aunt and smelled the fragrance. My aunt knew that it was his eyes when I lived. Neither of them said it. Maybe this was my wish. Who would think of it?

I have been struggling. I am my girlfriend's mother, but I am a middle-aged beauty. The feeling of incest has been picked up again. Over the years, I have never let go of the moral sense of affair with my mother, but this time I can't quit the feeling of my aunt's fantasy.