Even though she has passed away from me, she still lives in my heart forever.
After being silent for several years, I have to say that after telling these deep inner stories, my life seems to be released with a little more pressure. I can speak freely on the Internet, and no one knows whether it is true or false. I have written many past events with my pen, but I understand that without interaction, no one will know my story.
Several years ago, after Yi X posted the first article about her mother, I, like water in the reservoir, encountered a gap and vented a lot, without any conception, and the meaning of the first moment was just to write down the throbbing moment. On the other hand, it also satisfies my personal vanity. Wow, it turns out that someone likes my article.
After that, in addition to mother-in-law, I also wrote many articles about mother-son and various fantasies of mature women, but they just satisfy the memories of the women I met in the past. Later, I came to the forum and started writing about mother-in-law. I originally planned to write I and II and not write it, so there was a hot spring sex section. Except for the fake sex, everything else was real. I remember that I was writing hot springs in the supplementary article. There was no way, because I was tired, and after I finished writing II, I decided not to write it.
I have to say that at that time my mentality had changed a lot. Is it a simple sexual stimulation to start thinking about the true meaning of my mother?
Or is it a sense of conquest for mature women?
Or is this woman’s identity, a mother?
So it makes me feel more invasive?
I don't know myself, but whenever I lay in bed and recalling my mother's ulterior motives relationship with me, I get up, connect to the calculator, and start writing about Oedipus III.
Because I want these things to be more or less true and half false through the power of text rendering, which makes people know that someone has had this relationship, but the only thing I didn't expect was that I was in an unexciting memory during the process of writing. Some people may find out why in III, I have many confessions in my personal heart and keep repeating a thing.
It is the incest relationship with my mother that makes me very blamed and struggled. So in III, it can be seen that I have been hinting at something, which means that I really know in my heart that this is not possible, but unfortunately, I can't get out of it, so Oedipus III stopped without an end.
After the interruption, I began to consult a psychologist and told the doctor that I could vent my stress through writing, but I didn’t expect to let myself fall into deeper memories. Fortunately, I gradually came out until recently. People should live for themselves, not for others. However, this is not changing in love with a mature woman, especially my psychologist, who has given me a lot of help, whether it is psychological or physical.
That day, according to the appointment time, I came to this quiet clinic again. It was located in a suburb of Taipei. It was introduced by a friend. It belongs to a private clinic with a limited VIP appointment system. I happened to have a friend who knew me. I could only get here if I had good luck. But in fact, it was not bad wherever I saw it. At that time, I was probably the same as if I was dead.
At the beginning, the psychologist was a young woman, about 32 years old, and she was very delicate. I have heard from friends before that private clinics like this specialize in serving wealthy usually have special services, because the rich man’s wife is strict in handling her wives and just pretends to be sick to go to the hospital. As for the fact that she is not sick and goes to the hospital, everyone knows Sima Zhao’s heart.
But I think it is a psychological counseling department, which is not bad for me at all. The Department of Psychology is located on the eighth floor of this hospital. But her mother's elevator points to the seventh floor. The Department of Psychology has to walk a staircase on one floor, then walk the empty bridge to another small side room. To put it nicely, it is to protect the patient's privacy. I think it is an illegal building with a built-in.
I was sweating all over my first time treatment. Anyway, I did some strange questions from the beginning, and then lie on the hospital bed, listening to light music, and smelling the incense that can relax. Then the doctor will try to draw out your inner thoughts. The above process is the SOP I went to for two months. To be honest, it is useless to me. I am still depressed when I go home. As long as I see something about her, I will want to cry and mourn.
Until the end of the fourth month, I didn't want to go there at all, so I called to cancel the treatment. What surprised me was that the other end of the phone was quite tough and said I must go, okay, I went out, but I didn't expect it would rain heavily as soon as I went out. Damn, but the gentleman promised that he was worth a thousand gold, so he could only bite his teeth.
It was then that I met her, a new psychological counseling doctor.
The wind and rain outside made me wet. As soon as I entered the door, a tall woman was wearing a lilac knitted sweater, tightly covering her breasts on her chest, and her waist curved perfectly. She wore a long white skirt that reached her knees, showing her thighs, waist, hips, and three-line curved stems. Her face had the atmosphere of a middle-aged mature woman. It was a sense of wind and frost brought out by social experience. Her long black hair was tied neatly with a long ponytail. She moved her bangs to the left in front of her forehead, leaving her right ear and neck exposed.
I was stunned for a moment and asked the previous doctor?
The new doctor said that my CASE was taken over by her. The new doctor ordered me to go to the shower room without any smile and wash myself. I put on the robe provided by the hospital and walked out. I wanted to say that it would be the same as the SOP process. The new doctor said that I wanted me to lie directly on the bed. It was a single bed. The doctor pulled the chair next to me. When I turned my head, I saw her black stockings. What surprised me was that I saw the protruding marks of his long skirt up close. Could it be that it was black stockings suspenders?
Thinking of this, when I thought about the special service my friend told me, would the hospital think I didn’t want to come anymore, so I changed to send a mature woman to seduce me. Thinking of this, I thought to myself, no matter what, I won’t come next time.
However, no one expected that after this diagnosis and treatment, there would never be such a result.
After a little discussion with me, the female doctor knew that I came to seek medical treatment because my mother Oedipus couldn't get out of the shadow. The next thing was probably just listening to music to relax, but I didn't expect that the doctor asked me to masturbate in front of her, Ah? Sorry, can you say it again? The doctor answered without any expression and said, "What's wrong, am I not charming, or do I need to do more teasing you?" For example, this? .
After saying that, the doctor supported the hospital bed with both hands, raised his whole upper body, facing my face with my face. I could smell the perfume on her body and his huge breasts in purple sweater. The doctor stuck out his tongue, looked at me with a blurred look, and slowly licked his tongue around his lip and said, "Do you think I'm not good?"Don’t you like mature women the most?.
I looked at her blankly, very sexy, and felt very lewd. I began to imagine some pictures in my mind, imagining this slutty mature psychologist, knowing that there are few patients in my psychology department, so I tried my best not to let the patient go, knowing what I like, dressed up as a doctor with high knowledge but lewdness, put on a robe, and teased me in various ways, letting me smell the lewd breath of this woman in this small clinic, imagine the doctor leaning his face against my face, sticking out his tongue and licking my earlobe, chin, and neck bit by bit.
The doctor stretched out his right hand, under my robe, his naked body, like a toy, let the doctor's slender right hand caress the chest muscles, abdominal muscles, pubic hair, and crystal nails scrunched and sensually, making my lower body feel ready. I could clearly feel the ring on the doctor's right ring finger, and the coldness made me even more stimulating.
The doctor's right index finger and thumb bent into a circle, and in a reverse siding position, gently surround the base of my penis. On the thick pubic hair, leaning only on the index finger and thumb, holding the base of the penis, gently rotated. Every rotation was used to drive the pubic hair. Gradually, my penis began to congestion. Although the doctor's hand rotated, it began to slowly stroke up and down while rotating, which was a bit like a European and American A-film to help people masturbate, but the doctor's hand was gentler and reversed, which was particularly comfortable.
My penis was so hard that I stretched out the back of my right hand, pressed against the doctor's white narrow long skirt, and slid upwards. The back of my hand could clearly feel the curve of my thighs, the tender flesh on my waist, and the knitted sweater. The back of my hand felt the lower breasts being dragged by the bra. I put the back of my hand up against my left breast, and circled it in a clock manner through the sweater, inner and bra, so that the doctor's nipples felt excitement and stimulation.
The doctor's gasp became even worse. His right hand was already holding my penis, and his robe was untied. I was lying on the hospital bed. If someone walked into the clinic at this time, through the curtain, would anyone know, is the doctor masturbating for me?
My lower body trembled as the doctor swung up and down, and my right hand rubbed my breasts from the back of my hand to pinch my breasts with my five fingers, and I only pinched one side. In the middle, I kept pointing at the nipple with my index finger, pressing down hard, and then choosing to turn. Whenever the doctor encounters me like this, he will feel so happy that he pants. Every time the doctor wants to stop me from playing with my breasts, he is blocked by my left hand.
My left hand caressed the doctor's right earlobe, gently pinched and kneaded. Looking at the expression of the doctor's mature woman, I even dry my mouth. Then I pressed the back of the doctor's head with my left hand, pressed it down, sucking the doctor's honey lips from my mouth. I kept sucking vigorously with two pieces of lips, sucking the doctor's lower lip and pulling it open, and the tip of my tongue directly pushed the teeth and intertwined with the doctor's tongue. Thinking about this slutty mature woman, who actually provided me with sexual services for money. Is this the same thing in front of other rich people?
My right hand reached into the hem of the knitted sweater, groped upwards, and found my warm breasts, heavy huge breasts. Although they were C, they were big C and were approaching D. For some reason, when I fantasized about pinching and rubbing the doctor's breasts, some old clips flashed. Have I ever fantasized like this, stretching my hand into my mother's clothes and playing with my mother's breasts?
But soon the scene of my mother just flashed away. I continued to fantasize about my right hand pinching and kneading the doctor's bra. According to the feel of the bra, the bra had lace patterns, and the fingers squeezed in from the middle of the bra and breasts. I could completely feel the hard nipples and I really wanted to suck my breasts.
When I was fantasizing about the appearance of the doctor's breasts under the sweater, the doctor's right hand skills were more agile, swinging up and down skillfully. The whole palm was held with great heat, and the strength was not used. I felt very experienced. Whenever the lower edge of the glans was up and down, it was scratched by the tiger's mouth of the doctor's right hand. The feeling from the glans was even more refreshing. Whether it was fast strokes or rhythmic swings, my fingers were occasionally hooked on my scrotum. The various stimulations made me understand that this mature woman really understood the needs of young men.
The main reason why I like mature women is my experience. I know how to play with men's penis, rather than doing it like ordinary young girls. At most, I will learn lewd and masturbation like A-films. I don't play with my cock very much, but I still pretend that I like to eat my penis, which is just fake.
The doctor's right hand made me feel that I was serving me sincerely. The queen character who played with you wanted you to ejaculate, but then slowed down when you were about to ejaculate. Why did I think of my mother again? The scene of unwillingness to help me masturbate, but when I held my penis, I shyly asked me to ejaculate quickly. I also helped me vent my desires with coldness. I held my cock with disdain, but played with both hands.
The picture of the mother overlaps with the doctor. Why is this?
Is it because I haven't had sex with women for a long time?
Really, after many years, I might have forgotten even sexual fantasies. At this time, I realized that my obsession with mature women finally had a little bit of Cute bud, and I returned to the person I imagined when I saw a slutty woman?
Speaking of this, I really want to see the doctor lying on the table and raise his plump butt high. The fleshy butt was covered with a narrow white skirt, and the traces of underwear and suspenders were squeezed out. No man would want to get the fleshy butt hard. Although the mature woman's fleshy butt was not straight, it was plump and round. If it could be inserted from the back, it would be very pleasant.
Pulling my long skirt up to my waist, holding my hands on my waist, my penis rubbed against the gap between my panties, and my glans was covered with vaginal fluid and penetrated my panties. The doctor turned to look at me with a sad face, wanting me to go in, and stuff my penis into her pussy.
At this time, I remembered my mother for the third time, and thought of all the perverted behaviors I had with my mother on the back balcony. I put my penis on the circle on my buttocks, and continued to put my mother's buttocks with shame of being scolded. Why did I have the courage to challenge the taboos of mother-son incest at that time?
What if I could really have sex with the doctor?
Wait, no, my rational line is pulled back. Why does the doctor remind me of these things? Is it missing my mother through sexual fantasy?
Is this really the case?
Then why do you want me to masturbate?
Let me vent myself one-sidedly?
What is the purpose of the doctor making me fantasy?
On a stormy night, the doctor ignored moral depravity and helped the patient to treat sexually. This plot kept popping up and down. In reality, my lower body was really slowly congested. In fantasy, the doctor's right hand was secreted more and more as the front of the glans was secreted, the speed of stroking the wrist was getting faster and faster. Finally, my right hand was hard, pinching the huge breasts in the C cup, stretching the calf straight and thrusting. After a pleasant sigh in my throat, the semen scattered on my lower abdomen, and the doctor's tiger mouth was also covered with thick and fishy semen.
I was in love with this long-lost ejaculation and wanted to have a shot with the doctor. I wanted to grab the doctor's hand and constantly hit the doctor's buttocks hard on the hospital bed. Watching the tender flesh shaking on the buttocks, the doctor's pussy sucked my penis. The second time the penis was congested, it needed the moisturizing of the doctor's pussy's vagina.
The doctor was lying on the hospital bed like a dog crawling style. I held the doctor's right hand with my left hand, so that the doctor could only support him with my left hand. I held the doctor's waist with my right hand, adjusted my penis, pushed it from the diagonally upwards, and pushed it hard to the doctor's cervix deep in the depths. The doctor moaned, just like crying. There was no way. The doctor used to serve some rich middle-aged bosses. How could a young man like me let the doctor go easily?
I licked my lips and let my penis enjoy the contraction of the doctor's pussy. The vaginal fluid flowed through my entire underwear when I helped me masturbate. When my speed got faster and faster, I had only one idea at the moment, and ejaculated at the deepest point. Of course, my right hand directly grabbed the doctor's ponytail and pulled it back hard, causing the doctor's head to tilt, and the whole back arched, forming a U-shaped shape, with a higher buttocks pouting. I pushed the semen to the bottom, and trembled the semen in, and tightly pinched the doctor's left half of the fleshy buttocks with my left hand. After I patted it hard, I reluctantly came to open the doctor's pussy.
When I came to my senses, the doctor whispered in my ear and said, "I want to see you masturbate, can't you?" , If you dare not be in front of me, then try to treat me as the object of sexual fantasy. I originally wanted to say something, but I couldn't say it. Was the doctor trying to get me back to my original self?
Is that boy excited because of his mother's fat and tender buttocks?Go back to the most primitive sensuality?Are you thinking about all kinds of stimulation about having sex with your mother?
I don't understand why the doctor asked me to do this. I admit that the doctor is a very attractive woman. If I take off my white doctor's robe and walk on the roadside, maybe I will look at this mature woman's bright appearance. But now her identity is a doctor, shouldn't she help me?
Is it really just carnal desire?
still?
If I really follow the diagnosis and treatment, will I have a way to get out of my nightmare?
When I was hesitant and about to leave, the doctor put his hands in his pockets of the doctor's robe and told me that I have seen many patients, most of whom can't pass their own qualities, especially the most difficult to solve, but your problem is even more troublesome, because it is family affection, both relatives and love, and the emotions that are hard to part with my mother, are unacceptable to the deformed love that people in the world cannot accept. Many people will do this under the moral dilemma.
I turned to look at the doctor. The white fluorescent lights reflected on me during the treatment, and my shadow fell on the marble floor. The shadow was not pure black, but under the strong light, the blurry and subtle shadow reflected, like the inner demon, inseparable from it.
Doctor, I don't know if I have any solutions, but I will try to do it as you say, but I will consider masturbation, thank you
After I left, I drove back home, parked my car, and slid on my phone. I found a new message. No one can live in the past. Only when I walk forward, the sun will shine on your face. Seeing this, tears came from the corners of my eyes, because someone once said something similar to me.
Son, no one can live in the past, only by moving forward can one step out of depression
I miss you so much, mother.
After being silent for several years, I have to say that after telling these deep inner stories, my life seems to be released with a little more pressure. I can speak freely on the Internet, and no one knows whether it is true or false. I have written many past events with my pen, but I understand that without interaction, no one will know my story.
Several years ago, after Yi X posted the first article about her mother, I, like water in the reservoir, encountered a gap and vented a lot, without any conception, and the meaning of the first moment was just to write down the throbbing moment. On the other hand, it also satisfies my personal vanity. Wow, it turns out that someone likes my article.
After that, in addition to mother-in-law, I also wrote many articles about mother-son and various fantasies of mature women, but they just satisfy the memories of the women I met in the past. Later, I came to the forum and started writing about mother-in-law. I originally planned to write I and II and not write it, so there was a hot spring sex section. Except for the fake sex, everything else was real. I remember that I was writing hot springs in the supplementary article. There was no way, because I was tired, and after I finished writing II, I decided not to write it.
I have to say that at that time my mentality had changed a lot. Is it a simple sexual stimulation to start thinking about the true meaning of my mother?
Or is it a sense of conquest for mature women?
Or is this woman’s identity, a mother?
So it makes me feel more invasive?
I don't know myself, but whenever I lay in bed and recalling my mother's ulterior motives relationship with me, I get up, connect to the calculator, and start writing about Oedipus III.
Because I want these things to be more or less true and half false through the power of text rendering, which makes people know that someone has had this relationship, but the only thing I didn't expect was that I was in an unexciting memory during the process of writing. Some people may find out why in III, I have many confessions in my personal heart and keep repeating a thing.
It is the incest relationship with my mother that makes me very blamed and struggled. So in III, it can be seen that I have been hinting at something, which means that I really know in my heart that this is not possible, but unfortunately, I can't get out of it, so Oedipus III stopped without an end.
After the interruption, I began to consult a psychologist and told the doctor that I could vent my stress through writing, but I didn’t expect to let myself fall into deeper memories. Fortunately, I gradually came out until recently. People should live for themselves, not for others. However, this is not changing in love with a mature woman, especially my psychologist, who has given me a lot of help, whether it is psychological or physical.
That day, according to the appointment time, I came to this quiet clinic again. It was located in a suburb of Taipei. It was introduced by a friend. It belongs to a private clinic with a limited VIP appointment system. I happened to have a friend who knew me. I could only get here if I had good luck. But in fact, it was not bad wherever I saw it. At that time, I was probably the same as if I was dead.
At the beginning, the psychologist was a young woman, about 32 years old, and she was very delicate. I have heard from friends before that private clinics like this specialize in serving wealthy usually have special services, because the rich man’s wife is strict in handling her wives and just pretends to be sick to go to the hospital. As for the fact that she is not sick and goes to the hospital, everyone knows Sima Zhao’s heart.
But I think it is a psychological counseling department, which is not bad for me at all. The Department of Psychology is located on the eighth floor of this hospital. But her mother's elevator points to the seventh floor. The Department of Psychology has to walk a staircase on one floor, then walk the empty bridge to another small side room. To put it nicely, it is to protect the patient's privacy. I think it is an illegal building with a built-in.
I was sweating all over my first time treatment. Anyway, I did some strange questions from the beginning, and then lie on the hospital bed, listening to light music, and smelling the incense that can relax. Then the doctor will try to draw out your inner thoughts. The above process is the SOP I went to for two months. To be honest, it is useless to me. I am still depressed when I go home. As long as I see something about her, I will want to cry and mourn.
Until the end of the fourth month, I didn't want to go there at all, so I called to cancel the treatment. What surprised me was that the other end of the phone was quite tough and said I must go, okay, I went out, but I didn't expect it would rain heavily as soon as I went out. Damn, but the gentleman promised that he was worth a thousand gold, so he could only bite his teeth.
It was then that I met her, a new psychological counseling doctor.
The wind and rain outside made me wet. As soon as I entered the door, a tall woman was wearing a lilac knitted sweater, tightly covering her breasts on her chest, and her waist curved perfectly. She wore a long white skirt that reached her knees, showing her thighs, waist, hips, and three-line curved stems. Her face had the atmosphere of a middle-aged mature woman. It was a sense of wind and frost brought out by social experience. Her long black hair was tied neatly with a long ponytail. She moved her bangs to the left in front of her forehead, leaving her right ear and neck exposed.
I was stunned for a moment and asked the previous doctor?
The new doctor said that my CASE was taken over by her. The new doctor ordered me to go to the shower room without any smile and wash myself. I put on the robe provided by the hospital and walked out. I wanted to say that it would be the same as the SOP process. The new doctor said that I wanted me to lie directly on the bed. It was a single bed. The doctor pulled the chair next to me. When I turned my head, I saw her black stockings. What surprised me was that I saw the protruding marks of his long skirt up close. Could it be that it was black stockings suspenders?
Thinking of this, when I thought about the special service my friend told me, would the hospital think I didn’t want to come anymore, so I changed to send a mature woman to seduce me. Thinking of this, I thought to myself, no matter what, I won’t come next time.
However, no one expected that after this diagnosis and treatment, there would never be such a result.
After a little discussion with me, the female doctor knew that I came to seek medical treatment because my mother Oedipus couldn't get out of the shadow. The next thing was probably just listening to music to relax, but I didn't expect that the doctor asked me to masturbate in front of her, Ah? Sorry, can you say it again? The doctor answered without any expression and said, "What's wrong, am I not charming, or do I need to do more teasing you?" For example, this? .
After saying that, the doctor supported the hospital bed with both hands, raised his whole upper body, facing my face with my face. I could smell the perfume on her body and his huge breasts in purple sweater. The doctor stuck out his tongue, looked at me with a blurred look, and slowly licked his tongue around his lip and said, "Do you think I'm not good?"Don’t you like mature women the most?.
I looked at her blankly, very sexy, and felt very lewd. I began to imagine some pictures in my mind, imagining this slutty mature psychologist, knowing that there are few patients in my psychology department, so I tried my best not to let the patient go, knowing what I like, dressed up as a doctor with high knowledge but lewdness, put on a robe, and teased me in various ways, letting me smell the lewd breath of this woman in this small clinic, imagine the doctor leaning his face against my face, sticking out his tongue and licking my earlobe, chin, and neck bit by bit.
The doctor stretched out his right hand, under my robe, his naked body, like a toy, let the doctor's slender right hand caress the chest muscles, abdominal muscles, pubic hair, and crystal nails scrunched and sensually, making my lower body feel ready. I could clearly feel the ring on the doctor's right ring finger, and the coldness made me even more stimulating.
The doctor's right index finger and thumb bent into a circle, and in a reverse siding position, gently surround the base of my penis. On the thick pubic hair, leaning only on the index finger and thumb, holding the base of the penis, gently rotated. Every rotation was used to drive the pubic hair. Gradually, my penis began to congestion. Although the doctor's hand rotated, it began to slowly stroke up and down while rotating, which was a bit like a European and American A-film to help people masturbate, but the doctor's hand was gentler and reversed, which was particularly comfortable.
My penis was so hard that I stretched out the back of my right hand, pressed against the doctor's white narrow long skirt, and slid upwards. The back of my hand could clearly feel the curve of my thighs, the tender flesh on my waist, and the knitted sweater. The back of my hand felt the lower breasts being dragged by the bra. I put the back of my hand up against my left breast, and circled it in a clock manner through the sweater, inner and bra, so that the doctor's nipples felt excitement and stimulation.
The doctor's gasp became even worse. His right hand was already holding my penis, and his robe was untied. I was lying on the hospital bed. If someone walked into the clinic at this time, through the curtain, would anyone know, is the doctor masturbating for me?
My lower body trembled as the doctor swung up and down, and my right hand rubbed my breasts from the back of my hand to pinch my breasts with my five fingers, and I only pinched one side. In the middle, I kept pointing at the nipple with my index finger, pressing down hard, and then choosing to turn. Whenever the doctor encounters me like this, he will feel so happy that he pants. Every time the doctor wants to stop me from playing with my breasts, he is blocked by my left hand.
My left hand caressed the doctor's right earlobe, gently pinched and kneaded. Looking at the expression of the doctor's mature woman, I even dry my mouth. Then I pressed the back of the doctor's head with my left hand, pressed it down, sucking the doctor's honey lips from my mouth. I kept sucking vigorously with two pieces of lips, sucking the doctor's lower lip and pulling it open, and the tip of my tongue directly pushed the teeth and intertwined with the doctor's tongue. Thinking about this slutty mature woman, who actually provided me with sexual services for money. Is this the same thing in front of other rich people?
My right hand reached into the hem of the knitted sweater, groped upwards, and found my warm breasts, heavy huge breasts. Although they were C, they were big C and were approaching D. For some reason, when I fantasized about pinching and rubbing the doctor's breasts, some old clips flashed. Have I ever fantasized like this, stretching my hand into my mother's clothes and playing with my mother's breasts?
But soon the scene of my mother just flashed away. I continued to fantasize about my right hand pinching and kneading the doctor's bra. According to the feel of the bra, the bra had lace patterns, and the fingers squeezed in from the middle of the bra and breasts. I could completely feel the hard nipples and I really wanted to suck my breasts.
When I was fantasizing about the appearance of the doctor's breasts under the sweater, the doctor's right hand skills were more agile, swinging up and down skillfully. The whole palm was held with great heat, and the strength was not used. I felt very experienced. Whenever the lower edge of the glans was up and down, it was scratched by the tiger's mouth of the doctor's right hand. The feeling from the glans was even more refreshing. Whether it was fast strokes or rhythmic swings, my fingers were occasionally hooked on my scrotum. The various stimulations made me understand that this mature woman really understood the needs of young men.
The main reason why I like mature women is my experience. I know how to play with men's penis, rather than doing it like ordinary young girls. At most, I will learn lewd and masturbation like A-films. I don't play with my cock very much, but I still pretend that I like to eat my penis, which is just fake.
The doctor's right hand made me feel that I was serving me sincerely. The queen character who played with you wanted you to ejaculate, but then slowed down when you were about to ejaculate. Why did I think of my mother again? The scene of unwillingness to help me masturbate, but when I held my penis, I shyly asked me to ejaculate quickly. I also helped me vent my desires with coldness. I held my cock with disdain, but played with both hands.
The picture of the mother overlaps with the doctor. Why is this?
Is it because I haven't had sex with women for a long time?
Really, after many years, I might have forgotten even sexual fantasies. At this time, I realized that my obsession with mature women finally had a little bit of Cute bud, and I returned to the person I imagined when I saw a slutty woman?
Speaking of this, I really want to see the doctor lying on the table and raise his plump butt high. The fleshy butt was covered with a narrow white skirt, and the traces of underwear and suspenders were squeezed out. No man would want to get the fleshy butt hard. Although the mature woman's fleshy butt was not straight, it was plump and round. If it could be inserted from the back, it would be very pleasant.
Pulling my long skirt up to my waist, holding my hands on my waist, my penis rubbed against the gap between my panties, and my glans was covered with vaginal fluid and penetrated my panties. The doctor turned to look at me with a sad face, wanting me to go in, and stuff my penis into her pussy.
At this time, I remembered my mother for the third time, and thought of all the perverted behaviors I had with my mother on the back balcony. I put my penis on the circle on my buttocks, and continued to put my mother's buttocks with shame of being scolded. Why did I have the courage to challenge the taboos of mother-son incest at that time?
What if I could really have sex with the doctor?
Wait, no, my rational line is pulled back. Why does the doctor remind me of these things? Is it missing my mother through sexual fantasy?
Is this really the case?
Then why do you want me to masturbate?
Let me vent myself one-sidedly?
What is the purpose of the doctor making me fantasy?
On a stormy night, the doctor ignored moral depravity and helped the patient to treat sexually. This plot kept popping up and down. In reality, my lower body was really slowly congested. In fantasy, the doctor's right hand was secreted more and more as the front of the glans was secreted, the speed of stroking the wrist was getting faster and faster. Finally, my right hand was hard, pinching the huge breasts in the C cup, stretching the calf straight and thrusting. After a pleasant sigh in my throat, the semen scattered on my lower abdomen, and the doctor's tiger mouth was also covered with thick and fishy semen.
I was in love with this long-lost ejaculation and wanted to have a shot with the doctor. I wanted to grab the doctor's hand and constantly hit the doctor's buttocks hard on the hospital bed. Watching the tender flesh shaking on the buttocks, the doctor's pussy sucked my penis. The second time the penis was congested, it needed the moisturizing of the doctor's pussy's vagina.
The doctor was lying on the hospital bed like a dog crawling style. I held the doctor's right hand with my left hand, so that the doctor could only support him with my left hand. I held the doctor's waist with my right hand, adjusted my penis, pushed it from the diagonally upwards, and pushed it hard to the doctor's cervix deep in the depths. The doctor moaned, just like crying. There was no way. The doctor used to serve some rich middle-aged bosses. How could a young man like me let the doctor go easily?
I licked my lips and let my penis enjoy the contraction of the doctor's pussy. The vaginal fluid flowed through my entire underwear when I helped me masturbate. When my speed got faster and faster, I had only one idea at the moment, and ejaculated at the deepest point. Of course, my right hand directly grabbed the doctor's ponytail and pulled it back hard, causing the doctor's head to tilt, and the whole back arched, forming a U-shaped shape, with a higher buttocks pouting. I pushed the semen to the bottom, and trembled the semen in, and tightly pinched the doctor's left half of the fleshy buttocks with my left hand. After I patted it hard, I reluctantly came to open the doctor's pussy.
When I came to my senses, the doctor whispered in my ear and said, "I want to see you masturbate, can't you?" , If you dare not be in front of me, then try to treat me as the object of sexual fantasy. I originally wanted to say something, but I couldn't say it. Was the doctor trying to get me back to my original self?
Is that boy excited because of his mother's fat and tender buttocks?Go back to the most primitive sensuality?Are you thinking about all kinds of stimulation about having sex with your mother?
I don't understand why the doctor asked me to do this. I admit that the doctor is a very attractive woman. If I take off my white doctor's robe and walk on the roadside, maybe I will look at this mature woman's bright appearance. But now her identity is a doctor, shouldn't she help me?
Is it really just carnal desire?
still?
If I really follow the diagnosis and treatment, will I have a way to get out of my nightmare?
When I was hesitant and about to leave, the doctor put his hands in his pockets of the doctor's robe and told me that I have seen many patients, most of whom can't pass their own qualities, especially the most difficult to solve, but your problem is even more troublesome, because it is family affection, both relatives and love, and the emotions that are hard to part with my mother, are unacceptable to the deformed love that people in the world cannot accept. Many people will do this under the moral dilemma.
I turned to look at the doctor. The white fluorescent lights reflected on me during the treatment, and my shadow fell on the marble floor. The shadow was not pure black, but under the strong light, the blurry and subtle shadow reflected, like the inner demon, inseparable from it.
Doctor, I don't know if I have any solutions, but I will try to do it as you say, but I will consider masturbation, thank you
After I left, I drove back home, parked my car, and slid on my phone. I found a new message. No one can live in the past. Only when I walk forward, the sun will shine on your face. Seeing this, tears came from the corners of my eyes, because someone once said something similar to me.
Son, no one can live in the past, only by moving forward can one step out of depression
I miss you so much, mother.
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