That day I only remember in the dormitory, from morning to afternoon, I called the code all day. If the professor had notified me that I would attend an educational exchange fair next week, and said that I would quickly explain most of the special topics, as well as project plans and software and hardware reports, so I tried my best to write codes as soon as the final exam, and kept getting rid of mistakes. I felt like I was trapped in a wireless circle, just like the white mouse in the laboratory, running around in those circles day and night.
I asked the professor why, and I heard the professor say that the senior management of the school made a temporary decision. As soon as I heard it, I cursed the professor at the same time. Then I heard the professor scolding the brain-dead senior management in a series of poisonous ways. I originally said that it would be two months for summer vacation, and the previous month came to the school to accompany our group of special students every day. The latter one would fly to Australia with his newly married wife to see the kangaroos and enjoy the newly married honeymoon.
I didn't eat it at night, so I ran to the laboratory and burst into tears until one o'clock in the morning. When my head was about to break, I drank the black coffee given by the female assistant teacher. Suddenly my eyes turned black and my legs became weak. I had no impression of the way I looked at it later.
In the haze, the call of the family and the assistant teacher could still be vaguely seen. Only when my mother was standing beside the bed, her eyes were rosy and haggard. Although I wanted to tell a joke or say hello, I asked everyone not to worry, but unfortunately I was too worried but not enough. My avatar was as heavy as a lead block, and my whole body was like a master with broken tendons in martial arts novels. I also seemed to have sucked the soft fragrance of the seven grasses, my whole body was soft and I couldn't use my strength.
When I was really awake, my mother leaned on the chair cushion beside the hospital bed, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep without makeup. She was wearing a plain white one-piece dress suit, wearing my sports jacket on her chest, and flesh-colored stockings on her feet. She was also the white heeled shoes with a little gold-edged honeysuckle.
At this moment, I looked at the drip, it should be glucose, I bit my tongue, well, I am still alive.
I have never had a serious illness in my life. I have been lifted like this recently. I thought that only when I entered the coffin would I carry it like this. I didn’t expect that I would get a serious illness. Fortunately, I have strong physical fitness and fast recovery, so I slept in bed for almost two days, and my body has recovered for half of it.
When I got up and sat by the bed, I wanted to secretly kiss my mother's red lips, but I was worried about being blamed, so I gave up.
I secretly scolded myself for not being angry with my mother for half a year, but why did I see my mother's lustful thoughts again? I said so, but I haven't seen her for half a year, and I always feel a little thin. At this time, my mother was awakened by my movements. I opened my eyes and looked at her son who had been cold war with her for the past six months, and her eyes turned red again. However, I didn't think so much at that time, and I thought my mother was worried about my illness, so I joked that Mom~ I can't die, how can I bear to let my mother go first, you beauty, go first. Then my mother burst into tears and laughed, pulled a chair and sat beside my bed, telling me about my illness.
It turned out that I had a small cold and had a severe cold. I was in a bit of rain on the day of the severe cold. I was even more sick and had an even worse disease. I didn’t know where to eat food. I was suffering from food poisoning, which made me feel internal and external troubles. I was too tired and didn’t have a normal meal. Finally, I had a headache and I was fucking hard, so I was sent to the ward.
My mother talked to me and didn't say anything. I took me what I've been doing in the past six months. But in the end I still wanted to know if my mother had forgiven me, so I asked my mother to sit on the edge of the bed. My mother's eyes looked at me were cold and embarrassed to disobey me, so she had to slowly move her beautiful buttocks to her waist. I looked at my mother's flesh-colored stockings, and the whole stockings were pulled by her thighs and calves. After seeing my lower body, I began to be half-hard again, and I secretly touched my mother's jade hand.
My mother's expression seemed to know what I wanted to do, but she couldn't stop me. Maybe because I was sick, she let me touch the smooth and smooth hand. Listening to my mother's recent situation over the past six months, my mother knew that I was angry on purpose, but my mother did not regret it. She knew that I was in a cold war for a while, so she ignored it and continued to go to her yoga class and go to her beauty salon.
Unexpectedly, a month passed, and I only called to report my safety. After saying a few words, I hung up the phone, which made my mother not know what to do.
However, the arrogant mother was also proud. Seeing that I did this, I also learned from me. It was not until three months later that I began to regret it, but I didn't say it out loud.
But the above is a later story, and I didn't know it at the time.
I heard my mother say that he was angry with me and disrespectful to her. She had been harassing her for a whole month, from pushing her butt, piercing her butt, pinching her butt, and sucking her fragrant lips. That thing was something she was willing to do. In addition, big and small sexual harassment, she looked at her mother's cleavage, butt, legs, and jade neck. When she was alone with her mother, she held her cock in front of her. I didn't know where to start scolding her.
I was told to the point of being red and ashamed. I didn't expect that everything I harassed my mother was remembered. I knew it clearly, the time and place, and said that I had touched his butt several times at home, and I dared to pinch and pinch it. The more I indulge you, the more bold you will be. When I go shopping, my father and sister walked in front. My mother walked with me, and my hands became restless. What should I do if I showed it to the people outside?
My mother's words were stern and could not be loud, but her firm tone and her expression of her eyebrows were overwhelmed, and the cock under her gradually softened with the scolding sound.
My mother looked at me and didn't say anything, so she had to say softly. She was better behaved in the future and don't force me to do such things, okay?, I turned my head and looked at my mother, looking at the pair of long eyelashes, tears rolling in my eyes, and sobbing softly, while the jade hand held my right hand, which made me feel distressed. I didn't expect that I used to be ignorant in high school and asked my mother to go to the bathroom to hold my penis for me. Now, when I grow up, I use my penis to push my mother with my cock. It's really a waste of life.
I apologized softly to calm my emotions. I turned my head to my mother's face and said that I was willing to apologize for my stupid things that happened in those days. I didn't care about my mother's feelings, so I sexually harassed you. I kept trying to make me angry with you. I even touched my mother regardless of whether you would like to or not, and even ignored whether you would like to agree or not, and I agreed to not force my mother to anything. After saying that, my mother didn't say anything, but just nodded. I leaned my head to my mother's side and said in his ear, but I really love my mother. The attraction you gave me is really too tempting. I went from temptation to feeling unconsciously falling in love with you. I couldn't agree to not love you about this. Then I told all of my obsession with my mother since I came into contact with incest articles in high school and now.
I saw my mother standing there, and I was stunned when I heard me telling a long list of what is mother-son raping and incest and lust.
At this time, I moved my mouth closer and closer to my mother, and I could feel my breath on my cheek. My mother's head was hiding back at first, but I slowed down and said, "I'm not forcing you, I'll stop if you don't want me." My mother's face was struggling again. She should be thinking, I started to be the same as before, but seeing me like this, my eyes closed and said with a little arrogant attitude. When I didn't see it, I pretended not to know. At this moment, my mother frowned and found that I didn't kiss her. She opened her eyes and said, "If I don't come, I will have no chance to change my mind later. I know I can't be anxious, but I will be gone if I'm anxious."
So I laughed and said that I would have to be willing to do it. It turned out that the curtain of the next bed was not pulled up. I was afraid of being seen, so after the curtain was pulled up, I asked for a kiss once. My mother looked at me and stretched out her fingers and gently rubbed her lips. I stroked it carefully like caressing, and her soft lips were in my hands, elastic and tender. My mother was flushed by my actions and said that she was not happy, so she took it back., I put my nose close to the tip of my mother's nose, rubbing like a lover. My mother's eyes were closed and her breathing was rapid, which made me teased red to the bottom of my ears. How long has it been? After my son harassed her last time, I have never had such experience. I used to force and do whatever I wanted, but now I voluntarily ask my son to ask for a kiss, and I can't say it's possible to kiss him. I still have to let him know that incest is wrong. My heart struggle and real external caressing and teasing made my mother refuse and want.
When I gently tapped my mother's whole pink face, I put it on my fragrant lips, and started to suck and tugged at the soft lips. My mother also started to suck and bite each other. I stuck out her tongue, and my mother closed her teeth tightly. She wanted to tangle, but I didn't want to force it anymore, so I had to kiss for a while and let my mother drink a sip of hot tea and return to her senses. My mother closed the moon and looked at me with delicate eyes. I said softly, "Don't you want to stick out your tongue?"
The mother said that he didn't know and pretended to be stupid immediately, but this time, he actually kissed and savored it carefully. Compared with rape kisses, they all have their own characteristics.
I scratched my mother's palm with my hand, which made her laugh so much that she laughed. I said again, although my mother didn't like this, I wouldn't force it anymore, but you also know that I have a strong sexual desire and I especially like your figure. If my mother is willing to help me... If I want to, scratch my mother's palm and let you know. If my mother is willing..., do it by herself, or if I slap my eyes and pretend that I don't want to, then I know..., my mother didn't expect me to make such a suggestion, it was very difficult. She knew that this was the first step of incest. If this continues, what would happen will happen sooner or later, but the decision lies with her.
If you think about it another way, you can also control the number of ejaculation of your son to avoid harming your body. As the saying goes, one drop of semen and three drops of blood, too much is always bad.
Now that my son has put down his posture, should I weaken my attitude?
When I saw my mother's thoughts and thought that she was tranced, she thought she wanted to scold me again, but then I knew she was struggling. I said, "Mom... It's okay... When I didn't say anything, my mother didn't say anything, and I returned to that cold face. I thought it would be great if I kissed her. Besides, the Cold War ended, which is good.
As for the tongue kiss, let’s talk about it later. After all, the person who dares to ask his mother to help him stroke must be thinking about how quickly he is like a drug. He will stroking the penis in his hand until he ejaculates. Do you think he can never forget it?
I can't forget it.
My father and my younger sister saw it in the evening. My younger sister is a second-year high school girl, but I don’t have the experience of incesting my younger sister, so I won’t think about it much.
My father is a retired soldier. Now he runs around and goes to the tea ladder to see the tea leaves. Maybe it was because the couple got together in the early days that I always thought that my mother was sexually hungry and lonely, so that I began to fantasize about her. If I knew that every time my father came back from vacation, my legs became weak, then I understood why my mother had such good sexual skills. Just the hand skills, expressions and voices were in place at once, which was to make my father miserable. However, after my father retired, he rarely stayed at home. I guessed that there might be women outside, so I just fulfilled my family's obligations and only took care of my family, and didn't give much feelings to this family. My mother has been doing this for five or six years, and she may have spent the night alone alone, so I made my penis rub her beautiful buttocks and sexually harassment for so long.
I personally guess that my mother is half because she is really lonely and half because of her abnormal behavior, so she gets a little pleasure in indulging me in harassment. However, her arrogant personality and traditional Taiwanese women's reserve, how could she let her son climb onto her head? So she blocked her reason and rubbed her beautiful buttocks from my hands. She dared to pull out the quick in the gap in her cock, and almost fell into incest. At night, I could only pick up the sweatpants full of semen, and scratched the honey pot by myself. As a mother, she told her that this was wrong, but her body was eager. When I fucking myself admired myself for thinking so much, it was already the morning moment, and I found that I was fantasizing about my mother, and the cock was erect in the morning, bulging the entire sheet, making me think about it, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Suddenly I remembered that I would not always patrol the room in the morning. I remember that the nurse was a young rookie. I only saw the old bird from Obasan bringing her around on the first day, but I never saw her coming since then. If I find something wrong with my sheet later, I will definitely know that I have an erection. Damn, isn’t this a joke?
At least I have inherited my mother's face and skin, my father's back and waist, and I can dress up myself, so I can't be said to be a top trendy man. At least I wear a shirt and glasses, I look pretty and handsome. I have sometimes spoken in the style of the Taiwan style and sometimes reasonable. From high school to college, I haven't learned much in textbooks, but I can practice a good mouth. I guess it's because my friends who are not a good friend who trains every day to achieve such results.
Fortunately, I like reading, and I like Jin Yong's martial arts and some cold knowledge. For example, tomb robbery is divided into four categories: Faqiu, Touching Gold, Moving Mountains, and Unloading Ridge. There are detailed descriptions in the Ghost Blowing Light. The last three are mainly about the story of the Touching King's Captain. I think Faqiu only mentions one thing because the owner in the Tomb Raiders' Notes is Guan Xi of the Faqiu Na Sect. If I remember correctly.
Touching Jin once said that if the coffin is opened, it will be a coffin that is hung up, and I won’t say that there are still a bunch of stingy people. This means that I like these, whether they are true or not, whether they are real or not, if they are interested, they will check it.
I started to like writing articles, but I gave up because my writing skills were not good.
I quickly woke my mother up. My mother was sleepy and covered her mouth and nose and yawned, saying, "What's wrong with me sleeping?" I held my penis and my mother knew what I wanted to do."
I hurriedly explained, "Mom, don't get me wrong. I just want to tell you that the nurse will come to patrol the room. I don't look good like this. Please help me and the nurse to attract her attention. I removed it myself. My mother smiled and said ok. I originally wanted to go to the bathroom, but I knew that the nurse was so coincidental. I quickly stepped out and lifted the penis up with my right hand. I found it even stranger. I decided to turn my body sideways. I said it was time to change the glucose bag. I had to stretch out my left hand and let her pull the thread of the dropper and replace it with a new bag.
At this time, the nurse saw me like this and thought I had deteriorated again. She shook my body and asked me to lie down, but she was fine?
I know that being a nurse requires love, so please don’t have to care about me very much now, just go there after changing.
Seeing me like this, my mother kept sneering from the side. The tactics that I just mentioned had no effect at all.
When the nurse finally left, I put the swollen cock upright as high as the clouds, making my mother's eyes straight. My mother said with a blushing face, "Why don't you go and solve it?" I got out of bed now and suddenly sneaked my mother's little hand, scratched her palm, and asked in her eyes, but my mother didn't say a word. I saw that it was gone, so I just softened and lay back on the bed.
Seeing me like this, my mother didn't say much, and she peeled the pear for me to eat. I took a bite and it was extremely crispy. She fulfilled my promise not to force me, not harass her, and was waiting for discharge tomorrow afternoon.
At night, my mother was going back to take a shower first and came to the hospital. I called out, but she walked out of the door, but I came back. I couldn't hear the sound of mosquitoes clearly. At night, I was helping you. I asked you several times, and my mother shyly scratched my palm, saying that I didn't ask too much or talk nonsense, and then I was leaving again. I felt so happy. Although I had the tenderness of the two people in the store for a while, and although I was venting sexual energy, I couldn't get the pleasure of incest on them. This time, my mother's attitude changed a little, even if I just kissed my mouth and scratched my glans, I could get unprecedented pleasure. I held my mother's jade hand, and my mother said I had gone back on my word?, I said to my mother, thank you mommy, but...can it be... okay? My mother looked at me with a slightly pouting cherry mouth, and asked with a puzzled expression. What's wrong?, I said I wanted my mother to wear tights, I really wanted to see, as long as the tights are good... , my mother was stunned for a moment, then she slapped my legs shyly. There were so many tricks, I thought about it and then left.
I didn’t expect that Guan Xi with my mother would develop like this. Will her mother be conquered step by step like incest novels?
I think this is real life, so don't think too much.
Then I fell asleep and dreamed that my mother was pressed against the wall by me again. This time I did not rub my beautiful buttocks, but instead kept pulling it. My mother cried and cried so hard that the sky and the sky changed color. But I was addicted to the warmth of my vagina. When I was about to ejaculate, I stuffed my penis into my mother's mouth. Unexpectedly, my mother bit off her blood, and knelt on her knees, and then she let go of the world.
When I was awakened by this nightmare, I was so scared that I was sweating in a cold sweat. I thought it would be better not to force incest. It is better to have a love affair. Although I can tell my mother with a scratching hand, I can force it slowly, bit by bit, not obvious, and rely on acting coquettishly and caressing to make my mother willing little by little. Thinking of this, I exhale and patted my cheeks. When the cock got hard again, my mother had already returned to the hospital and walked to the edge of my bed.
Sure enough, my mother wore black pants that fitted it as I requested, not tight, but also covered the curve of the fleshy buttocks and soft thighs, which made it more delicious than the super tight sports pants before.
I guess I must be afraid that my clothes would be too exaggerated. It would be unsafe to walk outside alone at night, so I changed into black pants and no longer wore a skirt.
I saw that the old man next to me was asleep, and I was sure that the nurse would not come. I asked my mother to open the curtains a little. I wanted to see my mother clearly by taking advantage of the light outside. My mother sat next to me first and said nothing.
I stretched my jade hand into the sheet and touched the underwear along my thighs. I had already stepped back my sick pants to my feet. My mother's face was red and she kept rubbing it slowly through my panties. For example, whether it was to stick the palms to the bottom and rub it from bottom to top, or suddenly grasp the five fingers, and clamp the protruding cock with two fingers, constantly stimulating me outside the panties. My glans was itchy. At this time, my mother took out the penis, and the sheet on it made my glans feel uncomfortable, so she just lifted it up.
My mother saw that my penis was harder than before, and that was the result of training with her two sisters over the past six months.
I opened my legs, waved my hands behind my head, and put a pillow upwards on my back. I wanted to lose weight and asked my mother to serve me. I asked, "Mom, can you learn to help me with the first time, and lie on my body. My mother is both shy and a little unwilling to do so. She said she could ask me to help you, but why did she have new opinions?, I shouted Mom~, Mom couldn't stand me, so I lie on my side, shoulders and body on my right side, while the soft shoulders were under my armpits, my legs were slightly bent against my legs, and my buttocks were facing the window on my right hand.
My mother looked at me and knew that I loved this expression. As early as the first time, she knew that if a man wanted to achieve higher pleasure, the expression must be that. She didn't want it but didn't want it, but her hands were stroking it.
Usually men eat this set, including those Japanese A-films, don’t they all have the right expression?
My mother began to show her hand skills, but she said that before, so I won’t go into details, mainly for the following paragraph.
My mother bit her lower lip and groaned in my ear. Although my cock kept beating, after half a year of pulling, Sister Dan has been strong for a long time and is not easy to ejaculate. I can slowly control the critical point. Seeing that I had already made it like this, I haven't ejaculated yet, I secretly exclaimed and said in a delicate voice, "Why are you getting harder and harder... so hot... why don't you ejaculate?"
I said I had to endure it for my mother for half a year, and only masturbating myself in the middle, so it became more and more durable. My mother said that she would ignore you if she didn't ejaculate. I was so anxious that I quickly said, "Can you be so accustomed to your touch, Mom?" My mother glanced at me playfully and said honestly what I wanted to do? Still enduring? After saying that, he pinched my cock from the root and said in fear that I grabbed my mother's little hand and you can see it too? , my mother said, when did you know how to endure it? I won’t help myself. I held my mother’s jade hand, rubbed it up and down slowly, and said, “Mom… I just want to keep it warmer… If you want to, just step on my legs and use your soft butt to make me feel comfortable.”
After hearing this, my mother speeded up her stroking. When she saw that I didn’t ejaculate, she said that you still want my mother to do such things, you... your head...
I saw my mother take off her shoes, put her knees on my waist, hold her hands on my chest, and get her head close to my cheeks. I took the opportunity to steal oil and suck my red lips, and I saw that my mother's black butts just didn't put down.
I grabbed my mother's buttocks and squeezed them down, but it didn't work. I saw that my mother was unwilling to do it, so I said, "Mom, you can turn around, if I can't watch you do it..." My mother twisted her body and then slowly swayed her plump buttocks. I think my mother felt embarrassed on the front, so she used her black pants to squeeze her buttocks, and she stuffed my buttocks into the slit, and began to slowly move her buttocks back and forth, then twisted her waist, and her whole cock was pressed by her buttocks, which was tighter than before.
I looked at my mother's back from the face. My hair salon, narrow shoulders, slender waist, and fleshy buttocks were all in my eyes. My mother was wearing the shelf at the foot of the hospital bed, and her whole body twisted like a water snake. The softness of the yoga class made my mother's entire buttocks, whether it was twisting forward and reverse, moving forward and heavy forward, up and down, or shaking buttocks, which made my cock extremely stimulating. After half an hour of being twisted by the peach's buttocks, the material of the friction on the black pants, and the mother's fast riding posture like in the A-side, the whole penis was pulled back and back with the glans and foreskin. Under the plump and round buttocks twisted wildly, I stood up and twisted the cock constantly with my mother.
My mother turned to look at my expression and knew that I was about to ejaculate. She immediately stretched out her slender fingers, grabbed my right hand, and looked at me with a coquettish expression, which made me even more excited and said, "Mom... Can you hold you?"My mother's face was blushing, and the whole hospital bed became more and more powerful. My mother and I dared not make a sound. Suddenly, my penis was squeezed back by my mother's crotch, and I rubbed it up and down. I hugged my mother's waist, clamped the pillow and penis into the fleshy buttocks, and as the penis trembled.
The entire semen shot out from the glans, and even after thrusting for five or six times, he still felt unsatisfied.
I saw that my mother's entire black pants were filled with semen, especially the buttocks, which were fishy and sticky, and the other parts were secretions from my glans.
My mother stood up, took a few pieces of toilet paper, and sorted it out.
I went to the bathroom to flush my pants with water and put on a new long skirt.
Wrap your pants and put them away.
I stretched out my right hand to squeeze the semen on my glans, lie next to me, pull up the curtains, and cover the back.
Relaxed his head on my right shoulder.
He looked at me lovingly, with a blushing face and a cherry mouth, and said poutingly, "It's good that I have so many skirts, otherwise what will happen tomorrow?", I kissed my mother, and didn't ask her if she wanted to kiss me, but I thought my mother had gone to bed, so I didn't care. She first came to warm her lips and said, "My mother flashed a moment, but seeing that I kept asking for a kiss, I kissed her again and again, letting me suck her little mouth and the honey lips."
After the kiss, it was late at night and the mother and son were talking softly. I kept asking that I was no better than before. My mother smiled and didn't answer. In the end, she kissed me on my forehead and said, "Today you just treat it as your fantasy, and don't think about it anymore. I don't want to discuss those sexual matters. Today I am willing to help you, so don't have too many questions. From now on, I'm going to talk about it. After that, my mother returns to her previous appearance. There is no special emotion in her eyes, only the feelings of being a mother are left.
Then I was discharged from the hospital the next afternoon. I was planning to go back to school to get some progress, but my father told me in the car home that he would go to Japan this month and relax. He said that I hadn't been back for half a year and would spend more time with my mother and younger sister, so I had to agree to stay for two or three days.
When I went home and lay on the bed, I thought about the big and small things over the past year. I used to fantasize about my mother. Since the washing machine, I have been obsessed with half a year. I can fantasize about dozing off when I was on calculus. I imagined that my mother was fucked by me on the classroom table. When I was walking on the campus, the female teacher behind me was wearing that kind of female suit pants and riding a lady car by her. I looked at the teacher's butt, and her butt was squeezed on the small chair cushion. By the white stripes painted on the ground, the whole lady car trembled for less than five seconds. I saw the butt fluctuations, and my mother's butt was in my mind.
At that time, every week I returned home and even had a meal, I saw my mother picking up a piece of fat meat. I took a bite of her soft lips, her mouth was covered with oil and juice dripping from the corners of her mouth. I saw me and imagined that the penis was sucking and spitting in my mother's mouth, and when I was thinking about her mother at school, I could do everything I could to do when I got home.
I harassed me for a while after the washing machine. I was so sad that my mother drank once. So I helped me stroking my cock until I ejaculated. After this incident, I deeply believed in incest. When I was in the dormitory, I was imagining various plots and means to force my mother to submit.
At the beginning, all the big and small coercion, as long as I go home and stay alone with my mother, I will definitely seize the opportunity, and ask my mother to help me touch my cock. No matter how I ask, my mother is not willing to touch it, until she gets annoyed, is angry, and even scolds me, and slaps me. I just die for my sex and am not afraid.
I always thought that my mother would be willing. At this time, I made even more crazy actions. Whenever my mother washed her clothes at night and wanted to go to the boudoir to sleep, my mother always stopped her at the door, took out her penis and started to stroke it up and down.
My mother was shocked at first, but later she was not surprised. I had to take the same time to hold my mother and ask her to help me. My mother was so angry that she didn't want to say anything. She looked contemptuous and reluctantly stretched out her right hand. I helped my mother and wrote it to my right side. My mother didn't look at me. She was holding my cock and stroking it up and down quickly. At this time, I thought about my mother's hot feel and pinched the pair of white butts with her hands. The whole process was only one minute. My mother let go of her cock and went back to the room. She heard the sound of washing water from the faucet. I was going to another toilet myself, fantasizing about the touch my mother had just given me, and the sweet and soft buttocks I pinched at that time. She masturbated alone for ten minutes and ejaculated on the bathroom wall. She breathed a long breath and raped my mother several times in her mind.
Under my harassment, there were too many things like holding the penis in my hand and stroking it quickly for less than 1 minute, so I didn't say it before. At that time, I always fantasized and played with my penis until it was very hard, and I stopped my mother when I was sprinting. Unfortunately, I never ejaculated in my mother's hands once. I thought it was because of my disdain, so I just thought it was for me to deal with it and just do whatever I wanted.
Another time, my father went home and made tea in the living room. I endured it for five days at school. At night, I was fantasizing about my mother's body in the room. My mother took the fruit in as soon as possible and wore a regular short T-T and a pair of white shorts. I saw the opportunity. When my mother opened the door and turned around and was about to leave, she hugged her mother's waist from behind. My mother turned her head and glared at me and made a sound. Yes! , while holding the door handle in his hand, the door was about one-quarter open. I kept pushing my cock in my underwear to my mother's buttocks. My mother saw through the crack of the door that my father was still making tea. I don't know how many times I asked such unreasonable requests. I blocked my mother behind the door and refused to let her go, and kept holding her jade hand to touch my cock. I simply took off my blue shorts and underwear, and raised my cock to face my mother.
My mother looked at my father through the crack, moved her body, pulled my pants up with one hand, and pushed me to the edge of the crack in the door. I stood beside the crack in the door behind the door, and my mother was behind, slid her hands from my waist, and squeezed my cock even more through her underwear and blue shorts.
Then start rubbing quickly, sometimes slow, sometimes slow; stop quickly and rub slowly, even if you don’t hold the penis, you can achieve an indescribable pleasure.
At the same time, my mother squeezed my towering breast balls behind me, constantly squeezing up and down, and kept squeezing her right foot from under my butt, shaking her thighs with her knees, shaking my scrotum. I dare say that this is the fastest ejaculation in my life, and it was almost the critical point after five minutes. Finally, my mother kept muffled with nasal sound behind my ears, suddenly pulled my pants down, holding my cock in my hand, and stroking it all. I felt so happy that I rubbed my pants from the pants to suddenly holding my penis tightly, rubbing my glans, and ejaculating on the door. My doctor and cock were shaking, and my mother seemed to be punished, wrapping my foreskin around the glans, and letting the semen squeeze out from the front of the foreskin. Then my mother walked out, and I knelt on the ground, my thighs were soft and panting.
There was only one time that time. I thought my mother should have seen her father outside, so she wanted to fight quickly, but she didn't want to see my cock, so she tried all her strength and asked me to finish it in about five minutes.
When I recalled this, my cell phone rang and I answered a call. It turned out that it was the professor who told me to take a week off. I asked me to have a holiday. Why?
I only heard a burst of laughter, saying that the brainless senior management remembered the time wrong, some of them had already flew away, and found that the time was wrong, and flew back to sue the principal and the board of directors of higher-level officials, so that those who were in charge of the event were covered with bags from big to small, saying that it would be postponed to November, and asked me to have a good rest first, so I would not be able to feel bad.
I smiled and said, "Isn't this the feng shui changing, my mother and school are getting better, and I'm back on the road."
At home, my mother and little sister walked around the house in ultra-short hot pants. The summer vacation was hot, and the female voice always liked to wear casually at home. I heard that there were people who were used to naked in the girls' dormitory. I looked at the hot pants, and it seemed that the mother and daughter were shopping last time. The younger sister asked her mother to wear them as well. The mother said that this kind of thing could only be worn at home and did not dare to wear it out.
I watched Guo Guangkang play stupidly in the living room chair, but my eyes kept sneaking into my mother and younger sister's legs.
The mother and daughter chatted at the dining table, and saw that the little girl was wearing a pair of pink ultra-short hot pants. The edges of both pairs of pants were already V-prone, and the thighs were exposed and they could not be exposed. The mother wore an ultra-short series, with light blue and white stripes. Although she was not short, she was as short as the little girl, but her mother's standing posture, her slender and fair calves, and her white thighs without fat, and her fleshy buttocks were slightly upturned. In addition, her mother never hunched her back, and when she stood up, the pair of fleshy buttocks were naturally upturned. Needless to say, the little girl was not as tall as her height, which was printed on the same mold as her mother.
My younger sister asked me to help her see how many centimeters she was different from her mother. She said it wasn't much different. I said you two were back to back, and I could tell you that it was. My mother and my younger sister gently touched the bones on their backs, and the two pairs of beautiful buttocks squeezed each other. My cock was hard, and I quickly raised my legs and pressed my penis against my penis. My younger sister's buttocks were round and pretty, and although my mother's buttocks were a little bigger, the round and fat buttocks felt even more unique.
I deliberately said that when I was closer, the butts were even more squeezed and transformed. Under the loose and thin hot pants, I felt aroused my desire. The mother and daughter leaned slightly on their backs, and the fleshy buttocks below were squeezed. I asked them to raise their heads and straighten their chests. My mother's D-breasted breasts immediately supported the short T-t-tips on the top, and the little sister's breasts between BC also stood up. I asked her how many centimeters he said, she said about 166, and I laughed. I think it was 163. 162 is still the same. Unless you are a special height device for measuring girls, I believe it.
When my younger sister saw me say this, she immediately bulged her cheeks, like a squirrel's mouth bulging, and let out the breath from her mouth. When she was pouting, the nameless girl took a selfie in love expression, the octopus mouth... She had an impulse at the moment and wanted to go over to her head, but she was just joking. My younger sister played and kicked me and said that there must be 164 tills, and there are some girls... What kind of high-end ones? I said a female height device. My younger sister said it was right, so I had to explain it to her, saying that after the girl measured her height, it would automatically increase by plus or minus 1 to 10 cm, so I thought you should have added five cm. After saying that, I laughed loudly, and then my younger sister kept complaining to her mother, and I looked at the home that I hadn't come back for a long time and felt a little warmth.
I used to focus on my mother. Since I went to college, I have been living outside and have fewer and fewer meetings with my younger sister. In addition, I always harass my mother. Today, my younger sister is about to enter the third year of high school and is preparing to finish the college entrance examination in a year. I almost couldn't recognize her when I saw her younger sister, but I felt a little guilty. As my brother, I didn't fulfill her obligations.
It’s not that I want to preach. There are three fears in life. One of them is regret. People always regret it when they lose it. I decided to spend some time in the future and give my younger sister more care. Of course, it’s not the kind of concern for my mother. I am obsessed with my mother, but I don’t want to do anything randomly to my sister. It’s strange.
That night I secretly scratched my mother's palms. My mother glanced at me and I went back to the room alone. It was past 11 o'clock in the evening, but my mother didn't come to our room. The cock I had long been fantasized about at night. The whole piece was as hard as an iron pillar and as hot as a strip of fire. My mother needed to relieve my desire.
When I couldn't stand it, I went out and saw my mother. My mother whispered that I changed my pants and entered the room. I wanted to go in with me, but was blocked outside.
The lights outside the living room were already turned off, and I only noticed a dim light on the table. I looked at the pants my mother had changed, which were also hot pants, but they were the kind of sports pants that Japanese female students had after physical education class, covering their fleshy buttocks, dark blue. I was already itchy enough to want to pinch those tender buttocks. My mother raised an eyebrow and said that there? , I swallowed and heard the sound of the washing machine in the corridor behind me, which reminded me of the first time my cock was harassing my mother's butt.
I winked at my mother and said the washing machine. My mother looked suspicious, but she still walked to the living room and passed the kitchen to the back corridor. The whole washing machine was running constantly. My mother looked at my raised penis, touched it and took off her pants. I asked if my mother could do the same as before. My mother smiled and said that time?You were doing too many things to me, I scratched my head and said, "Mom... Just wash it on the washing machine, I rubbed your buttocks with your rosy buttocks. My mother said with a rosy and shy face. This position is embarrassing... I held my mother's shoulders and gently pushed it to the washing machine that was vibrated by the operation. My mother lay down a little shyly, supporting her hands and elbows, and her breasts on her chest squeezed against her arms with a short T.
Through a night light on the washing machine, my mother's figure was illuminated with a shadow. When she saw me in a daze, she twisted her buttocks playfully, twisted her right butt online, and said with a shy expression, "Are you coming yet?"The expression and movement were in place at the same time, so I dragged out my penis and started to squeeze in the beautiful ditch, and held my hands on the washing machine covers on both sides of my mother's waist, and tightened the pair of plump and beautiful buttocks. I thought in my mind that my mother was forced to push her a year ago by me, and a year later, she took the initiative to lift her butt, allowing my swollen penis to pull and transform, full of mucus, squeezed her from the crotch, and squeezed her deep from the crotch, and her glans thrust her vagina. I pressed my mother's beautiful back, and pushed her rhythmically from the back, the crotch, anus, and pussy. In the estrangement of the elastic shorts, my mother felt the heat, thick, and durability of my penis. I said in my ear, Mom... Can you say silence, can you twist your butt?, my mother didn't answer me, but used actions to express it.
From my mother's twisted beautiful buttocks, I learned that my mother's waist was first-class and her beautiful back was arched. It was obvious that her softness was not bad. In addition, my mother completely raised her butt, like the heroine of the A-film, so that my penis was completely covered. After playing and teasing for twenty minutes, I slowed down my mother and asked her to face me head-on. My mother had already been numb and asked what was wrong. I hope my mother would lie on the cover of the washing machine, with her two beautiful feet bent, and the bent back of her knees were spreading on my shoulders, and put the penis on her vagina, scratching her palms to see if she wanted it. My mother thought about it and finally took the initiative to help me put the penis on her pants.
The whole pants' private parts were raised by the vagina, and the sweatpants were already wrinkled. I hooked my thumb with my hands, pulled the legs upwards, and squeezed the private parts even more obvious. The meat pot underneath kept splashing the pants wet. My mother closed her thighs, and I said softly, can I support my mother's thighs?My mother's face turned red, her delicate lips were half open, and her long eyelashes blinked. As my mother agreed, she began to form a deflectable flesh wall at the honey pot through the tender flesh above her pants and the inside of her snow-white thighs.
At the moment, I pinched my mother's thighs with both hands. In the reflection of the lights, an incest mother and son were willing to enjoy the incest pleasure beyond sex in this Taipei urban community.
When my mother was sweating all over and my forehead was covered in salty sweat, I speeded up. In the air behind the night, there was a sound of slapping and thrusting, which was really pleasant. How many pairs of incest mothers and sons in Taiwan were there this night?
I think there is, but most of them are well concealed, and they are even more excited than being caught by a lover in bed, because they are my mother, real flesh and blood. Now in front of you, I am willing to let you touch her mother. Thinking of these things, the plot of incest is always beautiful, real in life. The mother who was thinking about day and night was with me at home, clamping her thighs to make her son twitch, and the cock was wet and rubbing her vagina. At this moment, my mother temporarily became my woman.
When my glans tightened and my whole body was pressed on my mother. For the first time, my mother used her beautiful legs to wrap her around my neck, stuffed her pink fingers into my hair, grabbed my hair, and a sarcasm in my ears and nose. The shame of shame at that time was that she was willing to accept my indulgence. Even if what would happen in the future, my mother's mind now could not tolerate anything. She devoted herself to letting warm-fired egg white body fluid flow out of her private parts, and my head was stuffed in front of my mother's chest, and a frankincense made me numb. The mother and son spread their chests, each undulating, exhaling long breaths.
I helped my mother down. When my glans ejaculated, my mother had already blocked the palm of my hand from my glans. I saw that my mother's hands were full of my semen.
My mother looked at me, looked at the vaginal fluid on the washing machine cover with embarrassment, and said shyly, let me organize it, go to bed quickly, I deliberately waited for my mother to finish cleaning, and scratched her palm and asked, "Can I kiss her like before?" My mother had changed her pants at this time, so she just wore underwear, leaving a sweet scent in my mouth. After that, I just scratched my hands, and my mother rarely spoke, but if she wanted to, she would let you know.
I asked the professor why, and I heard the professor say that the senior management of the school made a temporary decision. As soon as I heard it, I cursed the professor at the same time. Then I heard the professor scolding the brain-dead senior management in a series of poisonous ways. I originally said that it would be two months for summer vacation, and the previous month came to the school to accompany our group of special students every day. The latter one would fly to Australia with his newly married wife to see the kangaroos and enjoy the newly married honeymoon.
I didn't eat it at night, so I ran to the laboratory and burst into tears until one o'clock in the morning. When my head was about to break, I drank the black coffee given by the female assistant teacher. Suddenly my eyes turned black and my legs became weak. I had no impression of the way I looked at it later.
In the haze, the call of the family and the assistant teacher could still be vaguely seen. Only when my mother was standing beside the bed, her eyes were rosy and haggard. Although I wanted to tell a joke or say hello, I asked everyone not to worry, but unfortunately I was too worried but not enough. My avatar was as heavy as a lead block, and my whole body was like a master with broken tendons in martial arts novels. I also seemed to have sucked the soft fragrance of the seven grasses, my whole body was soft and I couldn't use my strength.
When I was really awake, my mother leaned on the chair cushion beside the hospital bed, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep without makeup. She was wearing a plain white one-piece dress suit, wearing my sports jacket on her chest, and flesh-colored stockings on her feet. She was also the white heeled shoes with a little gold-edged honeysuckle.
At this moment, I looked at the drip, it should be glucose, I bit my tongue, well, I am still alive.
I have never had a serious illness in my life. I have been lifted like this recently. I thought that only when I entered the coffin would I carry it like this. I didn’t expect that I would get a serious illness. Fortunately, I have strong physical fitness and fast recovery, so I slept in bed for almost two days, and my body has recovered for half of it.
When I got up and sat by the bed, I wanted to secretly kiss my mother's red lips, but I was worried about being blamed, so I gave up.
I secretly scolded myself for not being angry with my mother for half a year, but why did I see my mother's lustful thoughts again? I said so, but I haven't seen her for half a year, and I always feel a little thin. At this time, my mother was awakened by my movements. I opened my eyes and looked at her son who had been cold war with her for the past six months, and her eyes turned red again. However, I didn't think so much at that time, and I thought my mother was worried about my illness, so I joked that Mom~ I can't die, how can I bear to let my mother go first, you beauty, go first. Then my mother burst into tears and laughed, pulled a chair and sat beside my bed, telling me about my illness.
It turned out that I had a small cold and had a severe cold. I was in a bit of rain on the day of the severe cold. I was even more sick and had an even worse disease. I didn’t know where to eat food. I was suffering from food poisoning, which made me feel internal and external troubles. I was too tired and didn’t have a normal meal. Finally, I had a headache and I was fucking hard, so I was sent to the ward.
My mother talked to me and didn't say anything. I took me what I've been doing in the past six months. But in the end I still wanted to know if my mother had forgiven me, so I asked my mother to sit on the edge of the bed. My mother's eyes looked at me were cold and embarrassed to disobey me, so she had to slowly move her beautiful buttocks to her waist. I looked at my mother's flesh-colored stockings, and the whole stockings were pulled by her thighs and calves. After seeing my lower body, I began to be half-hard again, and I secretly touched my mother's jade hand.
My mother's expression seemed to know what I wanted to do, but she couldn't stop me. Maybe because I was sick, she let me touch the smooth and smooth hand. Listening to my mother's recent situation over the past six months, my mother knew that I was angry on purpose, but my mother did not regret it. She knew that I was in a cold war for a while, so she ignored it and continued to go to her yoga class and go to her beauty salon.
Unexpectedly, a month passed, and I only called to report my safety. After saying a few words, I hung up the phone, which made my mother not know what to do.
However, the arrogant mother was also proud. Seeing that I did this, I also learned from me. It was not until three months later that I began to regret it, but I didn't say it out loud.
But the above is a later story, and I didn't know it at the time.
I heard my mother say that he was angry with me and disrespectful to her. She had been harassing her for a whole month, from pushing her butt, piercing her butt, pinching her butt, and sucking her fragrant lips. That thing was something she was willing to do. In addition, big and small sexual harassment, she looked at her mother's cleavage, butt, legs, and jade neck. When she was alone with her mother, she held her cock in front of her. I didn't know where to start scolding her.
I was told to the point of being red and ashamed. I didn't expect that everything I harassed my mother was remembered. I knew it clearly, the time and place, and said that I had touched his butt several times at home, and I dared to pinch and pinch it. The more I indulge you, the more bold you will be. When I go shopping, my father and sister walked in front. My mother walked with me, and my hands became restless. What should I do if I showed it to the people outside?
My mother's words were stern and could not be loud, but her firm tone and her expression of her eyebrows were overwhelmed, and the cock under her gradually softened with the scolding sound.
My mother looked at me and didn't say anything, so she had to say softly. She was better behaved in the future and don't force me to do such things, okay?, I turned my head and looked at my mother, looking at the pair of long eyelashes, tears rolling in my eyes, and sobbing softly, while the jade hand held my right hand, which made me feel distressed. I didn't expect that I used to be ignorant in high school and asked my mother to go to the bathroom to hold my penis for me. Now, when I grow up, I use my penis to push my mother with my cock. It's really a waste of life.
I apologized softly to calm my emotions. I turned my head to my mother's face and said that I was willing to apologize for my stupid things that happened in those days. I didn't care about my mother's feelings, so I sexually harassed you. I kept trying to make me angry with you. I even touched my mother regardless of whether you would like to or not, and even ignored whether you would like to agree or not, and I agreed to not force my mother to anything. After saying that, my mother didn't say anything, but just nodded. I leaned my head to my mother's side and said in his ear, but I really love my mother. The attraction you gave me is really too tempting. I went from temptation to feeling unconsciously falling in love with you. I couldn't agree to not love you about this. Then I told all of my obsession with my mother since I came into contact with incest articles in high school and now.
I saw my mother standing there, and I was stunned when I heard me telling a long list of what is mother-son raping and incest and lust.
At this time, I moved my mouth closer and closer to my mother, and I could feel my breath on my cheek. My mother's head was hiding back at first, but I slowed down and said, "I'm not forcing you, I'll stop if you don't want me." My mother's face was struggling again. She should be thinking, I started to be the same as before, but seeing me like this, my eyes closed and said with a little arrogant attitude. When I didn't see it, I pretended not to know. At this moment, my mother frowned and found that I didn't kiss her. She opened her eyes and said, "If I don't come, I will have no chance to change my mind later. I know I can't be anxious, but I will be gone if I'm anxious."
So I laughed and said that I would have to be willing to do it. It turned out that the curtain of the next bed was not pulled up. I was afraid of being seen, so after the curtain was pulled up, I asked for a kiss once. My mother looked at me and stretched out her fingers and gently rubbed her lips. I stroked it carefully like caressing, and her soft lips were in my hands, elastic and tender. My mother was flushed by my actions and said that she was not happy, so she took it back., I put my nose close to the tip of my mother's nose, rubbing like a lover. My mother's eyes were closed and her breathing was rapid, which made me teased red to the bottom of my ears. How long has it been? After my son harassed her last time, I have never had such experience. I used to force and do whatever I wanted, but now I voluntarily ask my son to ask for a kiss, and I can't say it's possible to kiss him. I still have to let him know that incest is wrong. My heart struggle and real external caressing and teasing made my mother refuse and want.
When I gently tapped my mother's whole pink face, I put it on my fragrant lips, and started to suck and tugged at the soft lips. My mother also started to suck and bite each other. I stuck out her tongue, and my mother closed her teeth tightly. She wanted to tangle, but I didn't want to force it anymore, so I had to kiss for a while and let my mother drink a sip of hot tea and return to her senses. My mother closed the moon and looked at me with delicate eyes. I said softly, "Don't you want to stick out your tongue?"
The mother said that he didn't know and pretended to be stupid immediately, but this time, he actually kissed and savored it carefully. Compared with rape kisses, they all have their own characteristics.
I scratched my mother's palm with my hand, which made her laugh so much that she laughed. I said again, although my mother didn't like this, I wouldn't force it anymore, but you also know that I have a strong sexual desire and I especially like your figure. If my mother is willing to help me... If I want to, scratch my mother's palm and let you know. If my mother is willing..., do it by herself, or if I slap my eyes and pretend that I don't want to, then I know..., my mother didn't expect me to make such a suggestion, it was very difficult. She knew that this was the first step of incest. If this continues, what would happen will happen sooner or later, but the decision lies with her.
If you think about it another way, you can also control the number of ejaculation of your son to avoid harming your body. As the saying goes, one drop of semen and three drops of blood, too much is always bad.
Now that my son has put down his posture, should I weaken my attitude?
When I saw my mother's thoughts and thought that she was tranced, she thought she wanted to scold me again, but then I knew she was struggling. I said, "Mom... It's okay... When I didn't say anything, my mother didn't say anything, and I returned to that cold face. I thought it would be great if I kissed her. Besides, the Cold War ended, which is good.
As for the tongue kiss, let’s talk about it later. After all, the person who dares to ask his mother to help him stroke must be thinking about how quickly he is like a drug. He will stroking the penis in his hand until he ejaculates. Do you think he can never forget it?
I can't forget it.
My father and my younger sister saw it in the evening. My younger sister is a second-year high school girl, but I don’t have the experience of incesting my younger sister, so I won’t think about it much.
My father is a retired soldier. Now he runs around and goes to the tea ladder to see the tea leaves. Maybe it was because the couple got together in the early days that I always thought that my mother was sexually hungry and lonely, so that I began to fantasize about her. If I knew that every time my father came back from vacation, my legs became weak, then I understood why my mother had such good sexual skills. Just the hand skills, expressions and voices were in place at once, which was to make my father miserable. However, after my father retired, he rarely stayed at home. I guessed that there might be women outside, so I just fulfilled my family's obligations and only took care of my family, and didn't give much feelings to this family. My mother has been doing this for five or six years, and she may have spent the night alone alone, so I made my penis rub her beautiful buttocks and sexually harassment for so long.
I personally guess that my mother is half because she is really lonely and half because of her abnormal behavior, so she gets a little pleasure in indulging me in harassment. However, her arrogant personality and traditional Taiwanese women's reserve, how could she let her son climb onto her head? So she blocked her reason and rubbed her beautiful buttocks from my hands. She dared to pull out the quick in the gap in her cock, and almost fell into incest. At night, I could only pick up the sweatpants full of semen, and scratched the honey pot by myself. As a mother, she told her that this was wrong, but her body was eager. When I fucking myself admired myself for thinking so much, it was already the morning moment, and I found that I was fantasizing about my mother, and the cock was erect in the morning, bulging the entire sheet, making me think about it, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Suddenly I remembered that I would not always patrol the room in the morning. I remember that the nurse was a young rookie. I only saw the old bird from Obasan bringing her around on the first day, but I never saw her coming since then. If I find something wrong with my sheet later, I will definitely know that I have an erection. Damn, isn’t this a joke?
At least I have inherited my mother's face and skin, my father's back and waist, and I can dress up myself, so I can't be said to be a top trendy man. At least I wear a shirt and glasses, I look pretty and handsome. I have sometimes spoken in the style of the Taiwan style and sometimes reasonable. From high school to college, I haven't learned much in textbooks, but I can practice a good mouth. I guess it's because my friends who are not a good friend who trains every day to achieve such results.
Fortunately, I like reading, and I like Jin Yong's martial arts and some cold knowledge. For example, tomb robbery is divided into four categories: Faqiu, Touching Gold, Moving Mountains, and Unloading Ridge. There are detailed descriptions in the Ghost Blowing Light. The last three are mainly about the story of the Touching King's Captain. I think Faqiu only mentions one thing because the owner in the Tomb Raiders' Notes is Guan Xi of the Faqiu Na Sect. If I remember correctly.
Touching Jin once said that if the coffin is opened, it will be a coffin that is hung up, and I won’t say that there are still a bunch of stingy people. This means that I like these, whether they are true or not, whether they are real or not, if they are interested, they will check it.
I started to like writing articles, but I gave up because my writing skills were not good.
I quickly woke my mother up. My mother was sleepy and covered her mouth and nose and yawned, saying, "What's wrong with me sleeping?" I held my penis and my mother knew what I wanted to do."
I hurriedly explained, "Mom, don't get me wrong. I just want to tell you that the nurse will come to patrol the room. I don't look good like this. Please help me and the nurse to attract her attention. I removed it myself. My mother smiled and said ok. I originally wanted to go to the bathroom, but I knew that the nurse was so coincidental. I quickly stepped out and lifted the penis up with my right hand. I found it even stranger. I decided to turn my body sideways. I said it was time to change the glucose bag. I had to stretch out my left hand and let her pull the thread of the dropper and replace it with a new bag.
At this time, the nurse saw me like this and thought I had deteriorated again. She shook my body and asked me to lie down, but she was fine?
I know that being a nurse requires love, so please don’t have to care about me very much now, just go there after changing.
Seeing me like this, my mother kept sneering from the side. The tactics that I just mentioned had no effect at all.
When the nurse finally left, I put the swollen cock upright as high as the clouds, making my mother's eyes straight. My mother said with a blushing face, "Why don't you go and solve it?" I got out of bed now and suddenly sneaked my mother's little hand, scratched her palm, and asked in her eyes, but my mother didn't say a word. I saw that it was gone, so I just softened and lay back on the bed.
Seeing me like this, my mother didn't say much, and she peeled the pear for me to eat. I took a bite and it was extremely crispy. She fulfilled my promise not to force me, not harass her, and was waiting for discharge tomorrow afternoon.
At night, my mother was going back to take a shower first and came to the hospital. I called out, but she walked out of the door, but I came back. I couldn't hear the sound of mosquitoes clearly. At night, I was helping you. I asked you several times, and my mother shyly scratched my palm, saying that I didn't ask too much or talk nonsense, and then I was leaving again. I felt so happy. Although I had the tenderness of the two people in the store for a while, and although I was venting sexual energy, I couldn't get the pleasure of incest on them. This time, my mother's attitude changed a little, even if I just kissed my mouth and scratched my glans, I could get unprecedented pleasure. I held my mother's jade hand, and my mother said I had gone back on my word?, I said to my mother, thank you mommy, but...can it be... okay? My mother looked at me with a slightly pouting cherry mouth, and asked with a puzzled expression. What's wrong?, I said I wanted my mother to wear tights, I really wanted to see, as long as the tights are good... , my mother was stunned for a moment, then she slapped my legs shyly. There were so many tricks, I thought about it and then left.
I didn’t expect that Guan Xi with my mother would develop like this. Will her mother be conquered step by step like incest novels?
I think this is real life, so don't think too much.
Then I fell asleep and dreamed that my mother was pressed against the wall by me again. This time I did not rub my beautiful buttocks, but instead kept pulling it. My mother cried and cried so hard that the sky and the sky changed color. But I was addicted to the warmth of my vagina. When I was about to ejaculate, I stuffed my penis into my mother's mouth. Unexpectedly, my mother bit off her blood, and knelt on her knees, and then she let go of the world.
When I was awakened by this nightmare, I was so scared that I was sweating in a cold sweat. I thought it would be better not to force incest. It is better to have a love affair. Although I can tell my mother with a scratching hand, I can force it slowly, bit by bit, not obvious, and rely on acting coquettishly and caressing to make my mother willing little by little. Thinking of this, I exhale and patted my cheeks. When the cock got hard again, my mother had already returned to the hospital and walked to the edge of my bed.
Sure enough, my mother wore black pants that fitted it as I requested, not tight, but also covered the curve of the fleshy buttocks and soft thighs, which made it more delicious than the super tight sports pants before.
I guess I must be afraid that my clothes would be too exaggerated. It would be unsafe to walk outside alone at night, so I changed into black pants and no longer wore a skirt.
I saw that the old man next to me was asleep, and I was sure that the nurse would not come. I asked my mother to open the curtains a little. I wanted to see my mother clearly by taking advantage of the light outside. My mother sat next to me first and said nothing.
I stretched my jade hand into the sheet and touched the underwear along my thighs. I had already stepped back my sick pants to my feet. My mother's face was red and she kept rubbing it slowly through my panties. For example, whether it was to stick the palms to the bottom and rub it from bottom to top, or suddenly grasp the five fingers, and clamp the protruding cock with two fingers, constantly stimulating me outside the panties. My glans was itchy. At this time, my mother took out the penis, and the sheet on it made my glans feel uncomfortable, so she just lifted it up.
My mother saw that my penis was harder than before, and that was the result of training with her two sisters over the past six months.
I opened my legs, waved my hands behind my head, and put a pillow upwards on my back. I wanted to lose weight and asked my mother to serve me. I asked, "Mom, can you learn to help me with the first time, and lie on my body. My mother is both shy and a little unwilling to do so. She said she could ask me to help you, but why did she have new opinions?, I shouted Mom~, Mom couldn't stand me, so I lie on my side, shoulders and body on my right side, while the soft shoulders were under my armpits, my legs were slightly bent against my legs, and my buttocks were facing the window on my right hand.
My mother looked at me and knew that I loved this expression. As early as the first time, she knew that if a man wanted to achieve higher pleasure, the expression must be that. She didn't want it but didn't want it, but her hands were stroking it.
Usually men eat this set, including those Japanese A-films, don’t they all have the right expression?
My mother began to show her hand skills, but she said that before, so I won’t go into details, mainly for the following paragraph.
My mother bit her lower lip and groaned in my ear. Although my cock kept beating, after half a year of pulling, Sister Dan has been strong for a long time and is not easy to ejaculate. I can slowly control the critical point. Seeing that I had already made it like this, I haven't ejaculated yet, I secretly exclaimed and said in a delicate voice, "Why are you getting harder and harder... so hot... why don't you ejaculate?"
I said I had to endure it for my mother for half a year, and only masturbating myself in the middle, so it became more and more durable. My mother said that she would ignore you if she didn't ejaculate. I was so anxious that I quickly said, "Can you be so accustomed to your touch, Mom?" My mother glanced at me playfully and said honestly what I wanted to do? Still enduring? After saying that, he pinched my cock from the root and said in fear that I grabbed my mother's little hand and you can see it too? , my mother said, when did you know how to endure it? I won’t help myself. I held my mother’s jade hand, rubbed it up and down slowly, and said, “Mom… I just want to keep it warmer… If you want to, just step on my legs and use your soft butt to make me feel comfortable.”
After hearing this, my mother speeded up her stroking. When she saw that I didn’t ejaculate, she said that you still want my mother to do such things, you... your head...
I saw my mother take off her shoes, put her knees on my waist, hold her hands on my chest, and get her head close to my cheeks. I took the opportunity to steal oil and suck my red lips, and I saw that my mother's black butts just didn't put down.
I grabbed my mother's buttocks and squeezed them down, but it didn't work. I saw that my mother was unwilling to do it, so I said, "Mom, you can turn around, if I can't watch you do it..." My mother twisted her body and then slowly swayed her plump buttocks. I think my mother felt embarrassed on the front, so she used her black pants to squeeze her buttocks, and she stuffed my buttocks into the slit, and began to slowly move her buttocks back and forth, then twisted her waist, and her whole cock was pressed by her buttocks, which was tighter than before.
I looked at my mother's back from the face. My hair salon, narrow shoulders, slender waist, and fleshy buttocks were all in my eyes. My mother was wearing the shelf at the foot of the hospital bed, and her whole body twisted like a water snake. The softness of the yoga class made my mother's entire buttocks, whether it was twisting forward and reverse, moving forward and heavy forward, up and down, or shaking buttocks, which made my cock extremely stimulating. After half an hour of being twisted by the peach's buttocks, the material of the friction on the black pants, and the mother's fast riding posture like in the A-side, the whole penis was pulled back and back with the glans and foreskin. Under the plump and round buttocks twisted wildly, I stood up and twisted the cock constantly with my mother.
My mother turned to look at my expression and knew that I was about to ejaculate. She immediately stretched out her slender fingers, grabbed my right hand, and looked at me with a coquettish expression, which made me even more excited and said, "Mom... Can you hold you?"My mother's face was blushing, and the whole hospital bed became more and more powerful. My mother and I dared not make a sound. Suddenly, my penis was squeezed back by my mother's crotch, and I rubbed it up and down. I hugged my mother's waist, clamped the pillow and penis into the fleshy buttocks, and as the penis trembled.
The entire semen shot out from the glans, and even after thrusting for five or six times, he still felt unsatisfied.
I saw that my mother's entire black pants were filled with semen, especially the buttocks, which were fishy and sticky, and the other parts were secretions from my glans.
My mother stood up, took a few pieces of toilet paper, and sorted it out.
I went to the bathroom to flush my pants with water and put on a new long skirt.
Wrap your pants and put them away.
I stretched out my right hand to squeeze the semen on my glans, lie next to me, pull up the curtains, and cover the back.
Relaxed his head on my right shoulder.
He looked at me lovingly, with a blushing face and a cherry mouth, and said poutingly, "It's good that I have so many skirts, otherwise what will happen tomorrow?", I kissed my mother, and didn't ask her if she wanted to kiss me, but I thought my mother had gone to bed, so I didn't care. She first came to warm her lips and said, "My mother flashed a moment, but seeing that I kept asking for a kiss, I kissed her again and again, letting me suck her little mouth and the honey lips."
After the kiss, it was late at night and the mother and son were talking softly. I kept asking that I was no better than before. My mother smiled and didn't answer. In the end, she kissed me on my forehead and said, "Today you just treat it as your fantasy, and don't think about it anymore. I don't want to discuss those sexual matters. Today I am willing to help you, so don't have too many questions. From now on, I'm going to talk about it. After that, my mother returns to her previous appearance. There is no special emotion in her eyes, only the feelings of being a mother are left.
Then I was discharged from the hospital the next afternoon. I was planning to go back to school to get some progress, but my father told me in the car home that he would go to Japan this month and relax. He said that I hadn't been back for half a year and would spend more time with my mother and younger sister, so I had to agree to stay for two or three days.
When I went home and lay on the bed, I thought about the big and small things over the past year. I used to fantasize about my mother. Since the washing machine, I have been obsessed with half a year. I can fantasize about dozing off when I was on calculus. I imagined that my mother was fucked by me on the classroom table. When I was walking on the campus, the female teacher behind me was wearing that kind of female suit pants and riding a lady car by her. I looked at the teacher's butt, and her butt was squeezed on the small chair cushion. By the white stripes painted on the ground, the whole lady car trembled for less than five seconds. I saw the butt fluctuations, and my mother's butt was in my mind.
At that time, every week I returned home and even had a meal, I saw my mother picking up a piece of fat meat. I took a bite of her soft lips, her mouth was covered with oil and juice dripping from the corners of her mouth. I saw me and imagined that the penis was sucking and spitting in my mother's mouth, and when I was thinking about her mother at school, I could do everything I could to do when I got home.
I harassed me for a while after the washing machine. I was so sad that my mother drank once. So I helped me stroking my cock until I ejaculated. After this incident, I deeply believed in incest. When I was in the dormitory, I was imagining various plots and means to force my mother to submit.
At the beginning, all the big and small coercion, as long as I go home and stay alone with my mother, I will definitely seize the opportunity, and ask my mother to help me touch my cock. No matter how I ask, my mother is not willing to touch it, until she gets annoyed, is angry, and even scolds me, and slaps me. I just die for my sex and am not afraid.
I always thought that my mother would be willing. At this time, I made even more crazy actions. Whenever my mother washed her clothes at night and wanted to go to the boudoir to sleep, my mother always stopped her at the door, took out her penis and started to stroke it up and down.
My mother was shocked at first, but later she was not surprised. I had to take the same time to hold my mother and ask her to help me. My mother was so angry that she didn't want to say anything. She looked contemptuous and reluctantly stretched out her right hand. I helped my mother and wrote it to my right side. My mother didn't look at me. She was holding my cock and stroking it up and down quickly. At this time, I thought about my mother's hot feel and pinched the pair of white butts with her hands. The whole process was only one minute. My mother let go of her cock and went back to the room. She heard the sound of washing water from the faucet. I was going to another toilet myself, fantasizing about the touch my mother had just given me, and the sweet and soft buttocks I pinched at that time. She masturbated alone for ten minutes and ejaculated on the bathroom wall. She breathed a long breath and raped my mother several times in her mind.
Under my harassment, there were too many things like holding the penis in my hand and stroking it quickly for less than 1 minute, so I didn't say it before. At that time, I always fantasized and played with my penis until it was very hard, and I stopped my mother when I was sprinting. Unfortunately, I never ejaculated in my mother's hands once. I thought it was because of my disdain, so I just thought it was for me to deal with it and just do whatever I wanted.
Another time, my father went home and made tea in the living room. I endured it for five days at school. At night, I was fantasizing about my mother's body in the room. My mother took the fruit in as soon as possible and wore a regular short T-T and a pair of white shorts. I saw the opportunity. When my mother opened the door and turned around and was about to leave, she hugged her mother's waist from behind. My mother turned her head and glared at me and made a sound. Yes! , while holding the door handle in his hand, the door was about one-quarter open. I kept pushing my cock in my underwear to my mother's buttocks. My mother saw through the crack of the door that my father was still making tea. I don't know how many times I asked such unreasonable requests. I blocked my mother behind the door and refused to let her go, and kept holding her jade hand to touch my cock. I simply took off my blue shorts and underwear, and raised my cock to face my mother.
My mother looked at my father through the crack, moved her body, pulled my pants up with one hand, and pushed me to the edge of the crack in the door. I stood beside the crack in the door behind the door, and my mother was behind, slid her hands from my waist, and squeezed my cock even more through her underwear and blue shorts.
Then start rubbing quickly, sometimes slow, sometimes slow; stop quickly and rub slowly, even if you don’t hold the penis, you can achieve an indescribable pleasure.
At the same time, my mother squeezed my towering breast balls behind me, constantly squeezing up and down, and kept squeezing her right foot from under my butt, shaking her thighs with her knees, shaking my scrotum. I dare say that this is the fastest ejaculation in my life, and it was almost the critical point after five minutes. Finally, my mother kept muffled with nasal sound behind my ears, suddenly pulled my pants down, holding my cock in my hand, and stroking it all. I felt so happy that I rubbed my pants from the pants to suddenly holding my penis tightly, rubbing my glans, and ejaculating on the door. My doctor and cock were shaking, and my mother seemed to be punished, wrapping my foreskin around the glans, and letting the semen squeeze out from the front of the foreskin. Then my mother walked out, and I knelt on the ground, my thighs were soft and panting.
There was only one time that time. I thought my mother should have seen her father outside, so she wanted to fight quickly, but she didn't want to see my cock, so she tried all her strength and asked me to finish it in about five minutes.
When I recalled this, my cell phone rang and I answered a call. It turned out that it was the professor who told me to take a week off. I asked me to have a holiday. Why?
I only heard a burst of laughter, saying that the brainless senior management remembered the time wrong, some of them had already flew away, and found that the time was wrong, and flew back to sue the principal and the board of directors of higher-level officials, so that those who were in charge of the event were covered with bags from big to small, saying that it would be postponed to November, and asked me to have a good rest first, so I would not be able to feel bad.
I smiled and said, "Isn't this the feng shui changing, my mother and school are getting better, and I'm back on the road."
At home, my mother and little sister walked around the house in ultra-short hot pants. The summer vacation was hot, and the female voice always liked to wear casually at home. I heard that there were people who were used to naked in the girls' dormitory. I looked at the hot pants, and it seemed that the mother and daughter were shopping last time. The younger sister asked her mother to wear them as well. The mother said that this kind of thing could only be worn at home and did not dare to wear it out.
I watched Guo Guangkang play stupidly in the living room chair, but my eyes kept sneaking into my mother and younger sister's legs.
The mother and daughter chatted at the dining table, and saw that the little girl was wearing a pair of pink ultra-short hot pants. The edges of both pairs of pants were already V-prone, and the thighs were exposed and they could not be exposed. The mother wore an ultra-short series, with light blue and white stripes. Although she was not short, she was as short as the little girl, but her mother's standing posture, her slender and fair calves, and her white thighs without fat, and her fleshy buttocks were slightly upturned. In addition, her mother never hunched her back, and when she stood up, the pair of fleshy buttocks were naturally upturned. Needless to say, the little girl was not as tall as her height, which was printed on the same mold as her mother.
My younger sister asked me to help her see how many centimeters she was different from her mother. She said it wasn't much different. I said you two were back to back, and I could tell you that it was. My mother and my younger sister gently touched the bones on their backs, and the two pairs of beautiful buttocks squeezed each other. My cock was hard, and I quickly raised my legs and pressed my penis against my penis. My younger sister's buttocks were round and pretty, and although my mother's buttocks were a little bigger, the round and fat buttocks felt even more unique.
I deliberately said that when I was closer, the butts were even more squeezed and transformed. Under the loose and thin hot pants, I felt aroused my desire. The mother and daughter leaned slightly on their backs, and the fleshy buttocks below were squeezed. I asked them to raise their heads and straighten their chests. My mother's D-breasted breasts immediately supported the short T-t-tips on the top, and the little sister's breasts between BC also stood up. I asked her how many centimeters he said, she said about 166, and I laughed. I think it was 163. 162 is still the same. Unless you are a special height device for measuring girls, I believe it.
When my younger sister saw me say this, she immediately bulged her cheeks, like a squirrel's mouth bulging, and let out the breath from her mouth. When she was pouting, the nameless girl took a selfie in love expression, the octopus mouth... She had an impulse at the moment and wanted to go over to her head, but she was just joking. My younger sister played and kicked me and said that there must be 164 tills, and there are some girls... What kind of high-end ones? I said a female height device. My younger sister said it was right, so I had to explain it to her, saying that after the girl measured her height, it would automatically increase by plus or minus 1 to 10 cm, so I thought you should have added five cm. After saying that, I laughed loudly, and then my younger sister kept complaining to her mother, and I looked at the home that I hadn't come back for a long time and felt a little warmth.
I used to focus on my mother. Since I went to college, I have been living outside and have fewer and fewer meetings with my younger sister. In addition, I always harass my mother. Today, my younger sister is about to enter the third year of high school and is preparing to finish the college entrance examination in a year. I almost couldn't recognize her when I saw her younger sister, but I felt a little guilty. As my brother, I didn't fulfill her obligations.
It’s not that I want to preach. There are three fears in life. One of them is regret. People always regret it when they lose it. I decided to spend some time in the future and give my younger sister more care. Of course, it’s not the kind of concern for my mother. I am obsessed with my mother, but I don’t want to do anything randomly to my sister. It’s strange.
That night I secretly scratched my mother's palms. My mother glanced at me and I went back to the room alone. It was past 11 o'clock in the evening, but my mother didn't come to our room. The cock I had long been fantasized about at night. The whole piece was as hard as an iron pillar and as hot as a strip of fire. My mother needed to relieve my desire.
When I couldn't stand it, I went out and saw my mother. My mother whispered that I changed my pants and entered the room. I wanted to go in with me, but was blocked outside.
The lights outside the living room were already turned off, and I only noticed a dim light on the table. I looked at the pants my mother had changed, which were also hot pants, but they were the kind of sports pants that Japanese female students had after physical education class, covering their fleshy buttocks, dark blue. I was already itchy enough to want to pinch those tender buttocks. My mother raised an eyebrow and said that there? , I swallowed and heard the sound of the washing machine in the corridor behind me, which reminded me of the first time my cock was harassing my mother's butt.
I winked at my mother and said the washing machine. My mother looked suspicious, but she still walked to the living room and passed the kitchen to the back corridor. The whole washing machine was running constantly. My mother looked at my raised penis, touched it and took off her pants. I asked if my mother could do the same as before. My mother smiled and said that time?You were doing too many things to me, I scratched my head and said, "Mom... Just wash it on the washing machine, I rubbed your buttocks with your rosy buttocks. My mother said with a rosy and shy face. This position is embarrassing... I held my mother's shoulders and gently pushed it to the washing machine that was vibrated by the operation. My mother lay down a little shyly, supporting her hands and elbows, and her breasts on her chest squeezed against her arms with a short T.
Through a night light on the washing machine, my mother's figure was illuminated with a shadow. When she saw me in a daze, she twisted her buttocks playfully, twisted her right butt online, and said with a shy expression, "Are you coming yet?"The expression and movement were in place at the same time, so I dragged out my penis and started to squeeze in the beautiful ditch, and held my hands on the washing machine covers on both sides of my mother's waist, and tightened the pair of plump and beautiful buttocks. I thought in my mind that my mother was forced to push her a year ago by me, and a year later, she took the initiative to lift her butt, allowing my swollen penis to pull and transform, full of mucus, squeezed her from the crotch, and squeezed her deep from the crotch, and her glans thrust her vagina. I pressed my mother's beautiful back, and pushed her rhythmically from the back, the crotch, anus, and pussy. In the estrangement of the elastic shorts, my mother felt the heat, thick, and durability of my penis. I said in my ear, Mom... Can you say silence, can you twist your butt?, my mother didn't answer me, but used actions to express it.
From my mother's twisted beautiful buttocks, I learned that my mother's waist was first-class and her beautiful back was arched. It was obvious that her softness was not bad. In addition, my mother completely raised her butt, like the heroine of the A-film, so that my penis was completely covered. After playing and teasing for twenty minutes, I slowed down my mother and asked her to face me head-on. My mother had already been numb and asked what was wrong. I hope my mother would lie on the cover of the washing machine, with her two beautiful feet bent, and the bent back of her knees were spreading on my shoulders, and put the penis on her vagina, scratching her palms to see if she wanted it. My mother thought about it and finally took the initiative to help me put the penis on her pants.
The whole pants' private parts were raised by the vagina, and the sweatpants were already wrinkled. I hooked my thumb with my hands, pulled the legs upwards, and squeezed the private parts even more obvious. The meat pot underneath kept splashing the pants wet. My mother closed her thighs, and I said softly, can I support my mother's thighs?My mother's face turned red, her delicate lips were half open, and her long eyelashes blinked. As my mother agreed, she began to form a deflectable flesh wall at the honey pot through the tender flesh above her pants and the inside of her snow-white thighs.
At the moment, I pinched my mother's thighs with both hands. In the reflection of the lights, an incest mother and son were willing to enjoy the incest pleasure beyond sex in this Taipei urban community.
When my mother was sweating all over and my forehead was covered in salty sweat, I speeded up. In the air behind the night, there was a sound of slapping and thrusting, which was really pleasant. How many pairs of incest mothers and sons in Taiwan were there this night?
I think there is, but most of them are well concealed, and they are even more excited than being caught by a lover in bed, because they are my mother, real flesh and blood. Now in front of you, I am willing to let you touch her mother. Thinking of these things, the plot of incest is always beautiful, real in life. The mother who was thinking about day and night was with me at home, clamping her thighs to make her son twitch, and the cock was wet and rubbing her vagina. At this moment, my mother temporarily became my woman.
When my glans tightened and my whole body was pressed on my mother. For the first time, my mother used her beautiful legs to wrap her around my neck, stuffed her pink fingers into my hair, grabbed my hair, and a sarcasm in my ears and nose. The shame of shame at that time was that she was willing to accept my indulgence. Even if what would happen in the future, my mother's mind now could not tolerate anything. She devoted herself to letting warm-fired egg white body fluid flow out of her private parts, and my head was stuffed in front of my mother's chest, and a frankincense made me numb. The mother and son spread their chests, each undulating, exhaling long breaths.
I helped my mother down. When my glans ejaculated, my mother had already blocked the palm of my hand from my glans. I saw that my mother's hands were full of my semen.
My mother looked at me, looked at the vaginal fluid on the washing machine cover with embarrassment, and said shyly, let me organize it, go to bed quickly, I deliberately waited for my mother to finish cleaning, and scratched her palm and asked, "Can I kiss her like before?" My mother had changed her pants at this time, so she just wore underwear, leaving a sweet scent in my mouth. After that, I just scratched my hands, and my mother rarely spoke, but if she wanted to, she would let you know.
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