Chapter 2: Holding the penis

After my cock was pressed on the tender buttocks, I went back to the dormitory and lay on the bed. I didn't know if that was my mother's default or allowed it. So I decided to go home next Saturday because my mother had a holiday on Saturday, and he was the only one left at home, but I couldn't help but feel lust, so I rode my motorcycle and scurried home on Friday night and hurried home.

My mother was just a little surprised after get off work. I went back so early this week. In fact, the atmosphere in our family was not as good as the parent-child relationship. Instead, it was a bit like respectful and respectful exchanges. I was looking forward to my mother's washing machine time on Friday night, but when I waited until my mother went to the back corridor, I tiptoed in.

But my mother said coldly, weren’t you satisfied last time?

Have you forgotten the explanations to you before?

My dick was so scared that my dick was half soft. After a moment of fright, I had to go back to bed and sleep obediently.

I got up in the middle of the night and peed. At about 12 o'clock, I saw my mother folding clothes she had collected in the living room at night. I walked to my mother and apologized to her.

My mother didn't say anything, but her attitude was a little softer. After all, my mother belonged to traditional women, and they didn't even dare to think about such incest sex.

My mother said that I wanted me to restrain my sexual desire and not to do anything randomly. I just said lightly, "Who said my mother is so tempting, I couldn't help it." My mother glanced at me with a squinted look and sighed, "You don't like the young girls outside, but you just fall in love with your mother. You are Oedipus complex."

I had nothing to refute, after all, I was a bit perverted. My mother said that she had seen me slapping in the room and wanted to eat fruit for me, but she saw me stroking the screen, while my mother stared at the computer screen and watched the video inside. He said that he knew at that time that mature women were very attractive to me.

I asked my mother if you were excited when she saw me holding my cock. Without saying anything, my mother immediately went into her father's room and prepared to go to bed.

But I deliberately reached out to help my mother's waist, and did it along the right half of her buttocks. I pinched her body and shook her body, saying that you are going to die, and now you dare to do it.

I lowered my head and said nothing. Seeing me like this, my mother only advised me to go to bed early and not to hurt my body at night. Then she added, saying that my father would go to work tomorrow.

I went back to my room now, thinking about how to keep warm with my mother for the whole day tomorrow, but my mother's attitude became hard and softer, making me not sure whether it was OK or not.

My father went out at 5:30 in the morning. I secretly approached my mother's room. My mother wore a set of lilac pajamas on the bed, with her snow-white thighs and slender calves exposed outside the small quilt. I watched my mother sleep on the side, thinking about incest, and just started to mess around while she was sleeping on the side, and finally thrusting. It was impossible in reality.

I saw my mother standing up, sitting on the bed, and asking me what I wanted to do. I said that she had a hard swelling all night last night, but she didn't swell. Now she got harder in the morning. I don't know what to do. My mother watched my underwear stick up and shape it into a tent. By the way, I wear underwear when I sleep.

My mother said that we are mother and son, and it is impossible for Guanxi to happen, and my mother would not help you masturbate, because after masturbation, everything you should have will be there. I secretly stared at my mother's red underwear. My mother found that I was looking at her private parts, so she quickly closed her feet and covered her quilt.

When I saw the red underwear, I remembered that when my family was not at home, I went to my mother's wardrobe and secretly picked up her underwear to see it. I put my mother's underwear on my cock and stroked it. I didn't dare to ejaculate on my underwear because it was too obvious.

I also took a water-blue lace bra and clamped my penis as a breastfeed. I imagined it while stroking it. After one or two times, I found it very empty and felt very idiotic, so I gave up and didn't do such boring things.

I looked at my mother's firm expression on the bed, and her pink lips made me want to stuff my cock into her mouth and let her suck my penis. Unfortunately, I chose to leave the room. I endured it for a night, but I couldn't do anything the next morning. I got a little angry and ran out to play basketball and vent my energy.

The image of my mother raising her butt like a dog-like crawling style has always been in my heart.

In the past, my mother wore a pair of sports shorts when she cleaned the floor at home. In some places, the mop was still unclear. My mother simply carried a bucket, kneeling on her knees like a dog crawling style, and her round buttocks squeezed out the entire hip shape as the sports shorts were pulled. While my mother worked hard to clean the floor with her hands, her whole body kept shaking with the movement of brushing the floor.

I hid in the dark and watched secretly, and even felt stroking my penis. My mother's buttocks twisted diagonally upwards at the 45-degree angle, which made me itch and kept fantasizing that I would swing my penis with my mother's butt. Unfortunately, after nearly fifteen minutes of brushing, my mother got up and prepared to clean up and leave.

At this time, I deliberately walked over to my mother and asked her if she needed help. The mother shook her head and said, "No."

I secretly glanced and sweated my mother because of the action of brushing the floor. The white top I wore on my mother's cleavage had already been soaked and faintly appeared.

Unfortunately, my mother didn't know that I had such evil thoughts, so she just patted her butt and said she was so tired, and then went to take a shower. However, I haven't peeped at my mother in this life, because I have no chance, and I have no habit of peeping.

When I was a child, I felt uncomfortable. I often vomited and had diarrhea and had stomachache. My mother would rub my stomach with her palms, making me feel very comfortable. However, when I was a child, I only realized when I was a child. Now I grew up and realized how much I enjoyed it.

In winter, I tend to have nose allergies, and I have been congested and runny, and I feel dizzy all the time. Once I just came home, I felt uncomfortable when I fell asleep the next day. Until I had all the dinner at night, I went to register with my willpower, and after I got home, I fell asleep after taking the medicine.

After seeing me taking medicine, my mother came over to make a few remarks and went to do her business.

I fell asleep until 11 o'clock in a drowsy way and couldn't bear the headache. The kind of sleep is that you are very tired, tired, sleepy, and want to sleep, but the head hurts, just like using an electric drill to drill your right temple on your face, tossing and turning on the bed in pain, and almost scolding anyone who can scold you, and you are getting up and inducing vomiting.

After vomiting, I found that my mother crawled up. Maybe I heard me vomiting and asked me if it was better. I said the headache was. My mother asked me if I wanted to scrape. I said yes, after scraping, I found that it was a little hot. The whole shoulder and neck were very cold. My thoughts were cleared up. I found that my mother was wearing tight jeans and a sleeveless short T-T with a small revealing breast. It turned out that my mother went out to have a wedding banquet with the factory aunt at night and just went home.

I want to say that this time I may succeed in playing the tragic card, and I don’t even know what success is.

My mother saw that I was almost done and was about to leave my room and was going to take a shower and go to bed. I quickly shouted, "Mom, my mother turned to look at me and found that my mother was wearing light makeup. I hurriedly said that I wanted my mother to help me massage my temples. My mother came over and moved her body. My mother sat by the bed and started massage on both sides skillfully. The technique was really good. After about five to ten minutes of massage, I was still addicted to my mother's faint perfume smell, so my mother wanted to leave.

I stared at my mother's C breasts and looked down at the pair of slightly straight breasts from below. My mother massaged her slightly shaking body, and the pair of big breasts also shook for it. My cock was harder and my penis shook along the side.

I started to tell my mother that my stomach was a little uncomfortable, and my mother was a little anxious, and she thought I was feeling sick with a panic expression. I said that I wanted my mother to rub my stomach like when she was a child, and by the way, she said that if there is heat in the palm of her palm, it would rub, which made her belly more comfortable.

The mother frowned and showed a little blushing expression and said, "Oh no, it's a few years old."

I pretended to be very uncomfortable, but my mother couldn't concave in the end, and her left hand slid along my solid chest muscles all the way to the six-pack abs. My mother was a little at a loss and said, "I have a good figure." I said with a little pride, "I went to the gym to practice in college. Does my mother like it?"

My mother smiled shyly without answering. She put her left hand on my lower abdomen and began to caress my belly, rubbing it along the clock. Sometimes she accidentally touched my hair by the nail groove and would stop her hand.

At this time, my mother's eyes suddenly met me. The light in the room was on and my mother's face was very rosy. I asked my mother why she blushed. My mother said that because she had drunk wine, the room was a little hot now. After 15 minutes, my mother said that she was going to take a shower, and her expression returned to her original cold attitude. When my mother was about to leave my stomach with her left hand, I grabbed my mother's left hand with her left hand. When my mother saw me like this, she probably knew what I wanted to do with her guess.

I told my mother, this time, please, I feel so uncomfortable, I want to relax.

My mother's attitude seemed a little soft. I deliberately put my mother's left hand down. My mother's gentle fingers and palms were put on my underwear. My mother wanted to pull her hand back. I deliberately pressed my hand on my penis and used my penis to exert force. I pushed my mother's palm center a little or two. My mother's face was already very red, and now she was watching me holding her hand without saying a word.

Just like the last time I used my cock to push her ass, that expression was a tacit consent in struggle. I clamped my mother's palm without saying a word, and let the cock be placed on my mother's hand.

I asked my mother if it was OK. My mother didn't say anything. I asked her if I came by myself or she wanted to help me. My mother spoke at this time. She said that I didn't know what I was thinking. People who were sick could do this. My mother said that he wanted to turn off the lights and asked me to turn on the night lights. Then she went to draw a few pieces of toilet paper and took them to the bed.

I feel really happy. From the past to now, I am so eager for my mother to help me with pistols. I even sat up, hugged my mother's waist, and shouted slanderous words, calling her mother, mother, not mother.

My mother said I was not allowed to touch her with my hands, so I said can I see it, and she said there were no such reasons.

I lay down and took off my underwear. My mother said that if you weren't ill this time, I would never have done such a thing for you.

I nodded and said thank you mommy.

My mother first stroked my chest and abdominal muscles with both hands, deliberately scrambling between my thighs, and accidentally touching my glans, which simply picked my desire to the highest point, which was completely different from ordinary incest novels.

He didn't just hold the cock and shouted, "What a big cock, mommy loves your big cock so much, and other lewd words.

My mother's silent teasing was very good for me, and I couldn't stand it in the end. She kept begging Mommy with her eyes and asked her to hold my cock.

Only then did my mother start to do it unwillingly.

I understand that you can't force yourself, you can only go with the flow.

My mother first held the lower edge of my glans with her left hand, pushed my foreskin upwards, and then stroked it up and down rhythmically. This surprised me. My mother was so skillful. While stroking my cock, she looked at my body, not knowing what she was thinking.

As a mother, she actually agreed to her son's request in the middle of the night to help him vent her desires. I think my mother should be very struggling, but according to her personality, she will not regret what she has agreed to.

While watching my mother playing with her left hand, my mother's tiger mouth sometimes surrounds my glans, constantly circling, up and down, and about, and the rhythm is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, almost making me unable to control it. My thick semen left my mother's room from last Saturday morning and endured it until now.

During the process, I asked my mother whether she could pant, maybe she could make me ejaculate faster. My mother hesitated and ignored my request. After fifteen minutes, my mother felt why I didn’t ejaculate yet. I made a helpless expression and told her mother that you finally know how hard your son is.

After I finished speaking this, my mother patted my cock, and seemed to be a little bored that I didn't ejaculate. At this time, my mother was on my left side, and my mother stepped to my right side, and she was holding my cock with her right hand.

It has become a little soft. I complained that my mother did not give me enough stimulation. My mother said that you would be very good at me like that last time?

I smiled and said that because my mother's butt was really beautiful, there was nothing I could do.

After my mother changed her right hand, I found that my mother's right hand was the trump card. The strength of her hand was even more comfortable than her buttocks. My mother lowered her body, leaned her breasts against my right chest, and her face face directly with me, but unfortunately she couldn't see her buttocks from behind.

My mother's expression was the kind I had never seen before. With the light makeup eyes, the mist was a little teasing, and it seemed that I was going to make you feel so happy. My mother's lips had pink lip gloss, which was completely incomparable to the taste of the aunts' bright red lipstick. When I couldn't see clearly before, but now with the night light, my mother's breath was on my face. I simply moved my body a little up and raped my mother with my eyes. At this time, I found that I was wrong. My mother's breasts were actually D, and the deep V cleavage was in accordance with the rhythm of stroke.

My mother and I were on the spring bed, and our bodies were slightly undulating. My mother's snow-white pudding double D breasts, I reached out and pulled the collar down. My mother didn't stop me, and kept saying to me that I couldn't do anything if I didn't ejaculate. In fact, I was holding on. My mother's pudding milk was shaking slightly. Seeing that my glans was itchy, I told my mother that it was OK to sprint. My mother quickly put toilet paper on my glans and quickly stroked it up and down with her right hand. I made a shallow and low voice, when it was about to hit the critical point.

I suddenly got up, and directly pinched my mother's buttocks exposed on the bed with my right hand, and hugged her with my arms to my chest. My mother also moaned in my ears in the last few dozen seconds. Although it was only a little bit, it was enough for me to be excited. A thick white semen mixed with it ejaculated the toilet paper to wet. My mother took a few pieces to wipe it clean and found that my cock was still jumping. At this time, my mother blushed and smiled.

After that, my mother packed up the things. I originally wanted to hold my mother and keep it warm, but my mother turned around and left. I saw that it was too late, so I said, "Mom, I love you." My mother turned around and said, "Say less, do you know?"

Then I heard the sound of the shower in the bathroom. Later, due to physical fatigue and the feeling of weakness after ejaculation, I fell asleep in a drowsy way.

When I woke up the next day, I found that my mother had already gotten up. I asked me if it was better. I didn’t mention the masturbation yesterday. I just thought that two people did something wrong, and there was a little secret that I couldn’t tell.

It was very exciting. I felt that, but my mother didn't know what she thought. When I was going back to the dormitory that day, I asked my mother if her hands were still sore. My mother said expressionlessly, "I really underestimated you, and then asked me to be careful on the way. I just rely on this mother's gun, which made me fantasize several times."