Chapter 3 Mother

I have always looked at my mother from my own perspective. Even though I have been around for many years, I have the courage to face my mother, a woman worth my life to protect. Many people often say, I have become mature and have a look?

manner?

I don’t know what it means to be true growth. For those who care about me, am I really worthy of their love?

Many times, I keep asking myself repeatedly whether it is better for my mother or me now, or the step I took at that time is better for me and my mother. I am sorry to use such long words to describe it, but sometimes, I can only show my inner emotions in this way. Since the moment I retired from the army, I have written my story with my mother, and after the second chapter of Oedipus III, I always feel that time passes so quickly.

In the story, in the real life, in the sweet time between me and my mother, in the spiral intertwined time and space, which part is still the real me?

I understand, do I really have such charm in the UAA, those who understand Yili, those who suffer from the story of my mother and I?

I think it’s not me, but the feelings my mother brings to everyone, which have been deeply rooted in people’s hearts. I remember that a few days ago, I made up my mind to break my tails in a hurry. What is it for?

Because I was afraid that if I continued to write, the gap in my heart, the memories of life that were originally filled, opened again. Encountering, past, and flirting with my mother will enter my mind one by one, just like a dream in a dream. People have no way to resist spiritual attacks. It is very mysterious to say, but this is the case, so they make that kind of decision.

Over the past few days, I have read many replies from netizens, which have made me write many times, but whenever I write a chapter, I delete it and told myself why I still write these things. Can't memories be just memories?Why do you have to use words to manifest it? Maybe I once jealous of you because you masturbate with my mother.

It's ridiculous. My Oedipus complex is really pathological, but why do I write again? Because I hope that my mother can always live in my heart and in everyone's hearts, so that no one will forget this former mother.

Many people complain to me why there is no mediocre scene, but I have to repeat it. Even if it is incest, the plot of A film will still happen in A film. When it comes to reality, it is really too much. I can't imagine that some people want their mother to have a blowjob for me under the dining table. I know what a woman looks like when she becomes lewd, but I really can't do such a scene.

I haven't written it for so long, and I forgot where to start, so I'll talk about the story of my mother returning from abroad and rehabilitating the old with her father. Many people should think like this. My mother and father reunite. Now you have no chance, that's right. After all, the days of sexual harassment of my mother have passed. Many times, a decision by a person will change his life. I think I'm such an example.

My mother's cold expression and attitude can no longer feel that she is the mother who loved me in the past. Anyway, women are always like this, and I can't figure it out, because I don't talk about sexual desire at home. Seeing my mother like an enemy, I have no shame to stay at home. I deliberately find a job from another county and city to make me busy myself.

After a year of cold war, I felt that because I fought back, my mother always said that after a long time, she didn't want to fight. My father's career was booming and his work in the mainland was getting better and better. He also wanted me to help him. I always refused politely, but what about my sister?

Don't worry, I'm having a hot fight with her boyfriend, what about me?

It should be the worst one. Apart from the daily work pressure, the rest of my thoughts are my mother.

Some girlfriends, and so on, at first, they used sex to numb themselves. After my girlfriend slapped her, she realized that she had stopped loving her. It was sad that even such a well-behaved girl was angry. It seemed that I was really a fucking bastard, but unexpectedly, a phone call reopened the Kansai between me and my mother.

That night, I was reading comics online in front of my computer desktop. My phone rang, a message saying "Happy birthday". I looked at it. I don't know which letter it was today, but is the number of the sender who is so familiar that he can't be familiar with it anymore, my mother's phone number?

I was stunned for a moment, and my mother took the initiative to send me a message?

At that time, I was so happy that I was overwhelmed with joy. I pressed the return button with my trembling fingers and beeped.

Hello?

In a delicate female voice, I hurriedly said, "Mom...it's me, but the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds before replying. What's wrong?

I can't hear the tone. Didn't you send me a message?Happy birthday?

I imagined my mother's face in my mind, and my mother said something cold... That was the automatic sending set before. I didn't use the old phone anymore. This way...

Damn, it turns out that I had misunderstood. When did the mother and son who were once intimate, now I can’t even chat like a friend. Sad.

Sorry, I hung up first. What I was thinking in my heart was just being self-indulgent. My mother seemed to hang up the phone immediately. It seemed that my stupidity was that even I wanted to kill myself. I continued to read the comics until late at night before going to bed. I said that I was easy to dream, especially the scene of dreaming of having an affair with my mother, and everything I wanted to do was come true.

In my dream, my mother and I were behind the screen. My mother was carrying me to scratch his buttocks. My mother was wearing an elegant dress and beige dress, showing the curve of my mother's willow waist. The tailoring design on her chest and buttocks made her breasts and buttocks tightened completely, making my penis half-hard. My father was lying on the bed behind the screen, giving a Thai massage.

In my dream, don’t ask why my mother and I were behind the screen. Through the small hole in the screen, we could see my father’s every move. But my father didn’t know that my mother looked a little weird. I stood on the front of my mother and the screen was my father. I always played with my mother’s buttocks from behind. That time, I was facing my mother. My left hand walked around my mother’s left waist and slid to my mother’s beautiful back. I stopped on my left half of my buttocks. The thin feel of my mother’s underwear was clearly felt. As my five fingers spread, I pinched my buttocks hard.

My mother's hairstyle is short hair and black thin-framed eyes, which is very intellectual and beautiful, and looks very similar to a woman in the mall. With my mother's proud face, I look even more smart. I rubbed my left hand around my mother's left buttocks, which are elastic and perfect, slightly thick and moist. The best thing for middle-aged women is their butts, which feels just right. My mother's expression and a slight red rhyme on her cheeks make her look shy and charming.

I stretched out my thumb with my left hand and slid down my mother's beautiful back keel (spine) and slid down my trunk and to my vagina. My mother held my arm with her right hand and turned around to my left hand that she wanted to flash by. I hugged my mother directly in front of my chest, so my mother was originally facing me, flashing my thumb with her private parts, turning half a circle to the right, and my left hand was wrapped around my mother's lower abdomen, and hugging her arms in my arms, so that my mother's buttocks were tightly attached to my penis.

At this time, my right hand touched my mother's thighs. My mother was wearing flesh-colored stockings, which had a smooth feel. Her right hand pointed upwards and lifted her long skirt to her waist, revealing the white lace panties. As mentioned, the flesh-colored stockings that my mother wore were only on her thighs, so the snow-white buttocks were clearly visible in front of me. The panties were slightly trapped in the crotch. My middle finger and ring finger were pressed against my mother's private parts from below. Even through the panties, I could still feel the shape of the vulva labia and began to rub and scratch.

My mother carried me on her back, and as she walked into her vagina along the gap beside her underwear, she turned her head and looked at me. The mother in the dream said nothing, but she didn't stop me from doing this. Her middle finger and ring finger were in my mother's vagina, feeling the contracted and tightened flesh wall. The secreted vaginal fluid made my fingers smoother. She bent her fingers and scratched her vagina. My mother's breathing became heavier, and she felt her mother trembling slightly.

The faint and silent sound happened, as if I was patient. My mother in the dream swung her body, her legs bent. As my right hand accelerated and twitched, my mother's swing amplitude struggled several times until I couldn't hold her with her left hand alone. Then my mother held my left hand tightly with both hands, biting her lower lip, and said with tears in her eyes, "Dad, do you dare... do this to me..." I forgot what I said in my dream. There was always a transparent liquid flowing over my right palm, and it was still lowered on my mother's high heels."

At that time, when my mother's legs were weak, I turned my mother and pressed her on the screen. My mother pushed her hands against my chest and said not to get closer, the screen would fall. I lifted my mother's left foot, and my mother carried the screen. My left hand was bypassed by my mother's right armpit, and my lips sucked my mother's tight lips. My mother's hands slowed down. I took advantage of my mother's brief relaxation and quickly held my penis with my left hand, and my glans pressed against my mother's labia. My mother said wait... At this time, her left hand went around to my mother's left buttocks, pinched my mother's butt, and pushed hard towards me. At this time, my waist also thrust with the momentum, and the whole penis entered my mother's vagina halfway, and my mother pushed my chest with both hands.

I said, Mom... You are exerting force, be careful of the screen falling... My mother's expression changed from anger to shame, and she was afraid of being discovered by others. Then she said angrily that there is another time, don't try to touch me. I licked the cleavage on my mother's chest, smelled the natural body fragrance on my mother's body, and thrust hard, then she pushed the whole piece in. In the dream, the mother and son were speechless, making love with their father on their backs. Is this incest plot only realized in the dream?

My mother in the dream swung to my rhythm, shaking her left calf with her raised, and her forehead was soaked with bangs. During the process, my mother pouted playfully and said, "Why don't you hurry up?"Then I became more and more powerful. Looking at my mother's expression in her body because I ejaculated inside, it was a bit of excitement and shame. The pleasure of ejaculation calmed me down. My mother also bit my earlobe lightly, which made me know that she was a little angry. Where did such a beautiful mother come from?

It's a pity that it's just a dream. I have always said that I am too imaginative, so I have so many sexual fantasies. The next morning I woke up and found an unread message. I still called it for a happy birthday. But this time it was different. I haven't read the number, so I called back as usual, and it turned out to be, Mother.

I won’t write the conversation because I just said a few words. In short, my mother used her new mobile phone to send me a message, but what does this mean?

I believe you have seen it. Even someone as stupid as me has discovered that my mother still cares about me. She just doesn’t say this kind of care. In other words, it seems that my mother’s anger has disappeared a lot after this year. No wonder people say that time is the best trauma medicine.

In this way, I started calling my mother every day. The best way to regain my previous relationship with mother and son was to get familiar with each other. I didn’t know how to answer at first, but after chatting too much, I realized that my mother had let go of it. I had already let go of my past things. Over the past few days, my heart has finally calmed down. I went home to have dinner with my mother that day, which made me happy.

I haven't seen my mother for a long time. She is still dressed like before, like a middle-aged woman. The only difference is that she is still as beautiful as she is. Maybe because she gave birth to me, she hasn't grown up very quickly. What surprised me was that my mother actually started wearing fitted pants, which made my buttocks curve perfectly reveal.

When my mother found something was wrong with me, she looked at me and said, "As soon as she got home, she would stare at my butt?", I quickly said, "Don't mom not wearing pants?"My mother said with a cold face and said, "What do you care about what I like to wear?", arrogant?

I didn’t know I loved her buttocks very much. She was so crazy about wearing it. I added that it looks very good. My mother said that it would be good if she was exercising.

Is my mother here?

I really don’t dare to think about it. Then I’m afraid of losing my mother again. I’m really afraid of this feeling. At night, I decided to sleep at home. After taking a shower, my mother wore underwear and short-sleeved shirts in the living room. The bulging on her chest means she was not wearing a bra. My mother was stunned when she saw me and hurried back to the room to put on her clothes before she came out. She forgot that you were at home... I haven’t come back for so long. My mother blushed and said, "I smiled foolishly. My mother’s figure is still as good as before."

My mother didn't say anything. When I took a shower, I actually fantasized about my mother's body just now. The impact of reality in life was much greater than the fantasy in my dream. My excited penis was erect. At this time, I remembered the scene of my mother's slutty ease in the past. I actually gave up pistol, swallowed my saliva in my throat, endured my sexual desire and took a shower, pretending to be fine and walked out.

At night, I was thinking outside my mother's room, what did my mother do to me now?

Many times I can only guess my mother’s thoughts, but I can’t get anything like this. If it’s the same as before, it should be a tragedy again, so I can only ask in a tentative tone. Although rationality is more than sexual desire, trying to get my mother’s thoughts makes me crazy again. After all, who can’t be tough at the moment of the beauty mother?

The next day, my mother took me out. Because the short holiday ended soon, when I was wearing shoes at the door, my mother walked out with a sleepy look on her face, without any expression, wearing a violet pajamas, and put a coat on her chest, and said lightly that she was leaving? .

I tied my shoelaces and said, "Yes, my mother stood beside me. After putting on my shoes, I stood up. My mother looked cold when she saw me, but she felt that my mother cared about me very much. To be honest, my mother not only cared about me with maternal love, but also had another special feeling, but I don't know if this is what it means... Maybe even my mother herself didn't know about this feeling.

My mother didn't say anything, I think this is the same, because my mother has always been passive, I want to break the silent atmosphere and said, "Mom, KissBye?" I thought my mother would say sour, just dream, or something, and then smiled and asked me to leave quickly, but this time my mother actually calmly said you are serious?

Ah…

My questioning expression was written on my face. My mother just said she wanted to come over. I still wanted to sleep... I was stunned for a while until my mother turned around and walked into the living room, I was anxious to say, "I want it, I want it...." My mother then turned around and said, "Please be early next time, but she still had that cold face."

It is undeniable that I was so happy that I was driving on the road that day, as if I was back to the beginning, but this time it was different. I knew that my previous practice was too extreme and asked my mother to obey me, but now this time, I have to give my mother time to adapt and let her understand what real mother-son incest is. Give her some time. If you force yourself, you will only repeat the tragedy of that time, and you will never think about how my mother looked at the airport.

On a regular holiday, I will definitely go home to accompany my mother. Although my mother never mentioned the last KISSBYE, I know that my mother can't stand it. My mother also found that I often have a hard body, but I didn't say anything. I was a little embarrassed. This was the offensive and defensive battle between me and my mother, so I said that my return this time was a very important turning point.