Chapter 1 Bed

I have been silent for a long time, and since I wrote the article last year, I still miss the series of Oedipus.

Because I joined the military career, my mind was calm and I had no motivation. Maybe I was thinking further and I had to make plans for my future.

The memories of Mother Oedipus II and my mother were suddenly interrupted. I was afraid that I could write more, and the more I could not extricate myself, and the more I became more depressed, the real and the illusion, the true and false, like watching flowers in the fog, maybe it was because I was tired of typing fingertips, and I didn’t spend any effort to write. After completing Mother Oedipus, I still wrote a short story that was gathered into a transboundary love, but

As more and more nonsense, I can't face myself after all. When I was halfway through the second and first chapters, I felt

I felt that nothing was right. I couldn't surpass my first work, which was the memoir of Oedipus, so I was unwilling to write a few days ago.

When it was late at night, I took the train north to go back home from the camp and played a few games with my friends. When I was reading the articles I had written before, I thought it was both ridiculous and shameful. I always asked myself to write a certain amount of text within a certain time to read and reply to the articles, giving myself the motivation to move forward. Now after several months of military baptism, I have calmed down a lot, but at the same time, the desire is even more intense. I don’t know where to start from there. Anyway, I want to write some stories now, so everyone can just take a look at the story.

After staying in the army for sixteen days, it was finally my turn to take a holiday. Before talking about my mother, I allowed me to talk about a romantic encounter first.

I am a guard sentry. Vehicles are prohibited from entering and leaving late at night. Only when the outposts are on or off work can there be civilian cars entering and leaving only. When the outposts have been on for a long time, I also know many people. Among them, there is a sage elder sister with fair skin and blushing face. I heard that they are called Apple sister. They greet each other very kindly. Maybe because I am from the northern part, this sage likes to chat with me. In terms of the appearance of my wife, it is indeed a sign of being 163 tall and has no breasts. I have no idea that I have ever had two children. I drove to and from get off work and became enthusiastic as I talked to and from the conversation. To be honest, I once came back from the sergeant and went to the toilet to think that the sergeant and the chief's wife shot him, but it was only once.

Forgot that day, one morning night whistle, the Chief Secretary’s wife drove back, and she had no pass or had no pass. I waited to be in jail when she was caught recently. Usually I shot her and told her to get out of here. However, the Chief Secretary’s wife seemed to have drunk some wine and kept talking to me. I was just kidding me. If you kiss me, I would let you in. Unexpectedly, the Chief Secretary’s wife was very Ah Shah and said it was OK.

Because the point where I was standing is remote and the monitor is also beautiful, I thought to myself that even if I had kissed her, I would let her come soon. After all, it is better not to offend her, Ah, it is better not to offend her.

The Chief of Staff drove her white car recently and thought she would drive away, but she didn't expect that she parked the car on the turf on the other side and turned off the engine and got out of the car.

I don’t know if I was pretending to be crazy by drinking or something, but I walked towards my booth with a smile and told me that she was dent and drank with me again, and that she was eaten by someone tofu. You know and I know the dark side of the army, so I won’t say much here.

After Hara was almost the same, I said half-jokingly, "Why should you kiss me?" The mayor came over and kissed me directly, mouth-to-mouth. I was stunned for three seconds before I put my tongue into the mayor's mouth. I endured it for a long time in the army. My tongue was soft and tender, and the exchange of saliva. The first person had a short hair of five centimeters under his ear, with fragrance, alcohol, and mature female charm. He kissed me passionately for two minutes. The kiss made me erect, and my lips were covered with the lipstick on the mayor's honey lips.

My heartbeat didn't be so fast for a long time. I hugged the mayor into the booth, pressed it against the wall, pinched his buttocks with his left hand and rubbed his breasts with his right hand. The mayor was wearing a military casual suit similar to a suit, and he used his erect penis to push the mayor's abdomen. It was not until I took the mayor's hand to rub my cock that the mayor began to resist. At that time, my trousers had already been pulled to my knees. I originally wanted to suck breasts, but unfortunately the mayor didn't suck.

I wanted to tell if I could have sex, but I thought it was too exaggerated, so I gave up. However, my penis was very hard and I only asked the head of the sage wife to see if I could help me with oral sex.

Later, I stood in the booth, looking at the little glass, and the road outside, while the chief sect was lowering his head and licking me. Sure enough, he had given birth to two children.

He has good sex skills. He knows how to blow and lick, and he doesn't need to teach him. He takes a deep breath, sniffs around the glans, rubs and touches with skillful hands, and his expression is in place. How can that man not ejaculate?

I blew my mouth directly. Later, the head of the sage spitted out the semen before leaving. Before leaving, I wiped the residual semen on her glans on her buttocks, and the traces of semen being dried up in her pants. After a while, it was very awkward to meet, especially when her husband was sitting next to her, she didn't even look at me. However, this wife, the head of the sage himself also likes to play. Later, she made an appointment to have sex several times and went to open the room. Although the pussy was not as tight as a young girl, it was good to have wet and had a lot of vaginal fluid. The point is that when I thought of this woman having an affair with me on her husband's back, I was even more excited.

Unfortunately, I transferred the unit a few times, and this kind of opportunity is hard to come by.

I have forgotten the exact time. When did my mother’s relationship with me be very simple. If I want to vent my desire, I ask my mother to help me with my hands or mouth. However, basically, my mother has fewer opportunities to help me with her. After all, my mother is arrogant and arrogant. She is pressed down by her son and blown her with her head down. To be honest, it should be very uncomfortable, right?

So I will go back to the old tricks, rubbing my cock with my buttocks, and so on. If my mother's sexual desire is aroused, she may be able to caress and rub her body, and her mother will sometimes agree to my request and kiss each other.

Gradually, I thought about my mother more and more. I like to caress my mother in front of others, especially in front of me. In the angles that my father could not see, I used my cock to rub my mother's buttocks or legs. At first, my mother would scold me and even show her face. Although she always poker, after pinching my buttocks and legs, my mother also tried to close her eyes.

Once, the phone rang at home. The phone was placed on the low cabinet. My mother was wearing a goose yellow sweater and a light white chiffon long skirt. She was lying on the cabinet behind me to talk to the phone.

I have imagined this kind of erotic scene countless times. I walked directly behind my mother, walked around my mother's armpits with both hands, rubbed the root of my breasts through my sweater, and dragged the lower edge of my breasts from the bottom to the top, sliding the entire breasts upwards, and tugged the whole breasts upwards. My mother pushed me with her elbows while talking. My whole body was arched behind my mother, venting heat on my back like acting coquettishly. This is one of my mother's sensitive belts. My mother's buttocks should feel the hardness of my penis.

I kept licking my mother's long skirt with my glans, and simply lifted up the hem of the skirt and rubbed my glans against my mother's private parts. My mother looked at me while talking on the phone. Her expression was so beautiful, she was cold and beautiful, and she frowned. She wanted to scold me, but she was forced to call me, and my right hand let go of my breast ball and slid it to my mother's private parts. My mother grabbed my right wrist with her hand. I gently hooked my middle finger and scraped it into the mouth of my mother's underwear pussy. My mother hid at me while talking. The more I pulled her body back, the higher the buttocks were raised, and it twisted violently, making my penis even harder.

My mother was anxious to hang up the phone, and I lowered my head and said, "Mom... Do you do it for me?" My mother snorted and pushed me away. I hugged my mother on her body, and exposed her penis with her penis. My mother stared at me and said, "I always ask me to do it for you, be careful of my body being damaged." I smiled and secretly kissed my mother's neck. Mom... Your hands are really great Ah...

My mother begged said that she hung up the phone and rubbed my penis with her right hand, stroked it up and down, and at a skillful rhythm, I kissed each other with my tongue, thinking to myself, this felt really great.

Incest feels really exciting. Mature women, beauties, incest, and mother-son raping each other. Whenever my mother is willing to relieve my desire for me, I will think about how long it took me to risk my mother to make a fire. The love with my mother has long been out of control. I am a normal person outside and have a girlfriend, but the passion of having sex with my girlfriend is far from home. I rubbed my mother's beautiful buttocks to the pleasure of ejaculation. My mother also secretly did this for me with her father on her back. She really had an affair with her mother, and her sex was getting higher.

On Sunday morning, I played games until dawn yesterday, and it was about five o'clock. When I felt it was time to sleep, my lower body was stiff due to my morning erection. I opened my mother's boudoir and slept alone like my mother. My father was the same as before, but now I don't know how to be romantic with that woman.

Although my mother and I made some breakthroughs in Guan Xi, it is basically impossible for me to sleep with my mother every day, have sex until dawn, and play various sex games. Which plot will only appear in the novel.

Reality in life, it feels great to be able to kiss my mother. Generally speaking, I will wait until my mother gets up and see what to do. But one day I don’t know why, so I really want it. I lifted my mother’s quilt and heard my slow breathing. My mother was sleeping on my back, wearing a one-piece pajama and a water-blue silk. She directly rubbed her buttocks with her buttocks and rubbed her fragrant milk. My mother was woken up by me, maybe she was half asleep and half awake, so my mother didn’t resist my random things.

I turned my mother into the front, lay next to her, pulled down her pajamas, revealing the drip-shaped breasts. Although they were a little drooping, they had plump and huge breasts and breasts played with with both hands. How many men wouldn't look at their career lines exposed by their mother wearing concentrated underwear?

Unfortunately, only I can enjoy this pair of breasts. I supported my hands under my mother's armpits and spread my legs for the first time. At first, my mother would close it, but after I forced it away, she looked like she was sleepy.

My mother's lace panties are so sexy. I hugged my mother directly. My legs were spread out. I was wearing panties and I was wearing panties against my mother's pussy. Both of them were wearing panties. The closest distance was rough. The first time I felt so strong, I really wanted to get my mother away, but if my mother was unwilling, what would happen if I succeeded in rape?

Will my mother, such a proud and energetic beauty, agree to me to do this?

I wrapped my hands around my mother's armpits, hugging my mother tightly, and my lower body kept rubbing. My mother's underwear was so slippery, and my mother's eyes were half open and she moaned slightly.

After sucking my mother's honey lips, I said, "Mom... Can you pinch my waist?", the mother closed her eyes and said, "It's so automatic early in the morning, isn't it too strong for sexual desire?", Who told me that my mother is so tempting? I whispered, the faster I rubbed, and the more I thought about the mother and son incest, it was more open and wild.

I didn't get up until my underwear was covered with my semen, and my mother's underwear was also wet. After waking up at noon, I asked my mother if she wanted it in the future, I could help her...

Unfortunately, the bed is much worse, and my mother returns to the same old age, and said coldly, don’t be content. Some things can be done privately, but women are very strange, but my mother always can’t guess what her thoughts are. What kind of Guanxue is like for me and my mother?

I love my mother very much, and my mother is willing to help me deal with sexual desire, but I can't do it, nor can I help my mother indulge in sex. Maybe my mother can't cross which line or which incest line in her heart.

Whenever my mother comes back from practicing yoga in a tight suit, there is no mature woman's charm, tight big breasts, tight buttocks and beautiful legs, tall and slim body, wavy brown curly hair, and expressionless face. Who can withstand such a beautiful mother? The skill of licking my cock with my honey lips is unforgettable, I can't forget the dangerous stimulation between mother and son, maybe this bit extinguishes my mother's rational wall, and I want my mother to become my mother's wife, no matter how long it takes, I will.

Actually, I don’t know what I am writing, just like the love of the transboundary celestial love, writing more and more chaotic. When reality and fiction are intertwined, I initially thought I could control it, but as more and more memories are vented, the deep emotions in my heart are like a hole in the sky, and the rain kept hitting my head. I told myself not to write anymore many times, so there are many short stories to temporarily pacify my feelings, but in the end, I still wrote this again. Oedipus, starting from here, but I don’t know when it will end.