Chapter 3

The next day, as he walked into the kitchen to prepare for breakfast, his mom was chatting with Portuguese woman Maria (a Portuguese maid), who was thinly sliced ​​eggplant to make a baking dish of baking eggplant bread.

He walked over and kissed her, as if nothing had happened.

He smelled the faint fragrance emitted from his mother, which was the unique female smell of a woman who had just gotten out of bed.

He noticed that his mother's expression was a little nervous and her body was slightly stiff. Then, as if she felt apologized for repentance, her mother gently stroked his neck and asked him if he had a good rest last night.

He almost wanted to answer that he was awakened by strange and funny moans at night because he wanted to see his mother's embarrassment as he had experienced once, but he still restrained himself.

I'm not gonna let you go.

He also noticed that although Maria showed a disapproval, her mother, who had just pinched out the cigarette, immediately lit another one for herself.

Maid Maria said the latest news he heard on the radio broadcast is predicting that the temperature will be higher today than yesterday!It's even hotter.

Mother Biya and her son Mai Mai briefly met and met, and then separated immediately after a glance.

You shouldn't eat that much bread in the morning, which is bad for your nutritional balance.You should eat more fruits and cereals instead.

OK, mom.

Maid Maria got up and walked out to clear the trash.

Mom, you have smoked too frequently recently.Also, you drink too much wine.

I know.

Mai Mai poured himself a second cup of coffee and added a lot of sugar cubes without stinginess.

How is your class review progressing?Will you continue to study today?Is your room too hot?

Is it too hot?The heat in the room was almost suffocating me, and I was almost dying of heat!I promise you that I would rather spend my time in the pool and relax!What about you, Mom, are you going to swim this afternoon?

Biya took some time to carefully extinguish the cigarette she had only smoked a little bit in her hand.

I'm not sure yet.Probably going.Such a hot weather... I can't see anything else to do...

Mai Mai felt that his words and mother were in circles with each other, carefully exploring the thoughts hidden behind each other's words.

When Maria came back, she seemed surprised to see the mother and son still sitting there.

For a moment, he followed the silence and stopped talking.

At the lunch table, Biya just ate a few small bites casually. Mai Mai noticed that her mother was almost forcing herself to drink the iced rosé wine constantly, and she drank a lot of cold wine.

Maime knew it was a drinking habit brought back from Algeria or Tunisia by his parents.

My father had a great appetite and even had a full lunch for two adults.

While eating, he muttered some announcement news.

The old man received a report of some sort of confidential document sent by a vague group of former Indian and Algerian soldiers, whom he would meticulously read carefully.

He himself often sent his contribution to the history of our army. He called his articles a contribution.

After the meal, the old man who had just drunk coffee looked confused and drowsy again.

He was concerned about his physical condition and tried not to doze off, but he still couldn't help but doze off, snoring with his runny nose.

Go to the bedroom to sleep, my dear, take a comfortable nap... The weather is so hot, I don't have the good appetite like you, and I can eat as much.

Every time my mother takes a similar protective tone to her father, the old man, Mai Mai always feels very disgusted.

But his father was always thick-skinned and the elderly obediently went back to the bedroom to sleep without saying a word.

Mai Mai was the last diner who insisted on staying on the table; when Maria came to clean up the table, he was still pecking at the grapes alone.

He finally saw his mother walking through the hallway, still her red bathing suit yesterday, with a loose bathrobe floating around her thighs.

She held a copy of the Paris Race Pictorial magazine and a bottle of sunscreen oil.

She walked into the kitchen and he heard his mother opening the refrigerator door.

The vodka was there, and he had carefully checked it before he sat down for lunch.

Later, she walked out of the kitchen and threw herself into it in the face of the dazzling sunlight. She held a kettle full of ice in her hand, reflecting the light of the sun like a sacred holy communion cup.

Maime helped Maria clean up the dining table and then checked the remaining amount of alcohol in the iced vodka bottle in the refrigerator.

He smacked his lips and couldn't help but secretly admire him. His mother really put in some effort on this.

Mai Mai went upstairs and returned to his room and fell on the bed.

The sound of cicada pierced his eardrums.

Sleepiness enveloped him.

When he woke up in shock, his whole body was soaked with sweat, a bitter smell appeared in his mouth. Looking at the clock, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

He jumped out of bed and walked to the curtains of the blinds.

His heart suddenly jumped into his throat.

The red swimsuit hangs on the back of the chair, just like the day before.

His mother, Bea's body was facing away from her room, and she was stuck in the recliner.

The Paris Race magazine was placed on the ground not far from her, and her mother's unenergetic palm spread out on it, with her palm facing up.

Mai Mai brushed his teeth, took a shower, put on his swimsuit, and walked out of his room.

The commander's father's snoring sounded like an organ.

However, this time, Mai Mai did not care to conceal his actions when he walked through the lawn...

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Mom Biya lay there quietly, completely naked like the day before yesterday, posing in a more lazy position.

Mai Mai even felt that her mother was offering more sacrifices to the scorching sunlight in her vulva.

My mother's two long legs formed an obtuse angle, and her knees were slightly bent.

Today, on this hot and hot afternoon, Mai Mai was slowly thinking of a prostitute who sold himself to a client, the client was the sun.

My mother was so bold and unrestrained that when Mai Mai bent down to look at her belly, he could also see a few delicate anal hairs that were hazy and leaking from the darkness between the gaps of her mother's buttocks; and the vagina under the pubic pubic pubic hair was cracked, just like the flesh of a crystal fruit was torn apart.

The vagina formed a rosy and wet hole, surrounded by wet thick black pubic hair.

Sweat gleamed on her thighs, her breasts were covered with sweaty silver light, and her nipples were already full and swelling.

Mom, are you sleeping?I'm just here to swim...

Biya made no response in the slightest, her breasts gently rose and fell with her breath.

After a moment, Mai Mai slid into the warm water like the day before, but he was too lazy to even swim.

He leaned against Mai Mai, his eyes were obsessed with obsession, indulging in his mother's blooming, pink and wet stamens; he watched his mother's slightly raised, fertile and hairy mons pubis... The fusion of his mother's mature genitals and a cluster of lush black pubic hair made him feel an intoxication caused by the irresistible and dirty desolate.

Hearing the sound of water waving gently, Biya opened her eyes behind the black too glasses.

She trembled with desire.

The aroma of vodka did not make Biya as numb and intoxicating as she wanted.

The son's eyes were fixed on her smooth and flat belly. Two gazes had already penetrated her lower body and penetrated into her private depths, like two greedy little beasts, looking for food from her body, sucking the little bit of her remaining resistant reserved energy, nourishing the beast that filled his heart with desire.

Biya felt the moisture flowing out from the pores of her skin everywhere, her genitals were particularly moist, and love juice was flowing out from there.

The son must have seen the most realistic reaction of her naked body; does he know what this means?

I'm crazy.It should be my responsibility…it should depend on my attitude…

Mai Mai!Biya yelled, sat up again, closed her legs and crossed her arms to cover her breasts.

What are you doing here?Go back to your own room!

Look, I'm playing in the water!

Her son's almost rude and arrogant look almost made her breathless.

You dare to look at your mother naked!And look at her without feeling ashamed!You clearly saw my swimsuit on the chair and it was so eye-catching!You can notice it from a distance... Don't act like you were innocent like yesterday, Mai Mai!

He said in a sad tone.

But I really just want to soak it a little... You fell asleep, and I dare not wake you up!Mother!

Biya wanted to pick up a towel to cover her body, but there was nothing she could do.

She looked around and saw it hanging on the handrail of the ladder.

Mai Mai smiled at her and leaned against her.

She tried to hide her naked body as much as possible, but she really couldn't do it.

She remembered again that she should have put on her red swimsuit quickly, but the red swimsuit had disappeared and there was no sign on the chair.

She looked at her son's slutty bastard and really wanted to slap him hard in the face.

Mai Mai…my swimsuit.I know you're messing around, so I'll give it to me immediately!

He took out his mother Biya's swimsuit and showed it to her. The red suit was completely wet because he also brought it into the pool while swimming.

Come and get it.

Stop making trouble, Mai Mai, throw it to me!

He shook his head and said he had rejected his mother's request.

Biya felt her whole body was weak, just like she was in teenage puberty, when her cousin forced her to show her vulva to the new friends he brought home, and that was the first time they came to her house.

Mai Mai, it is very wrong to look at your mother like this...that part is...you shouldn't do this.

She suddenly spoke to him in a sad and childish voice, as if he was only seven or eight years old.

If you don't want people to see, why show it?

But no matter what, Mai Mai, you are already too much!I didn't want to show it to anyone...I'm just sunbathing... Usually you never come over at a time like this...Mai Mai, give me my swimsuit!

Unless a condition is met.Let me see it again!

Just like her cousin.

Stop making trouble, Mai Mai Mai!

Show it to me once, otherwise I will take all your swimsuits and towels back upstairs.And that bathrobe.Are you planning to run with me naked?

Mai Mai smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth, imitating his mother Biya's breasts shaking when she was exercising.

You vicious child!Don't you feel ashamed?Do you have no respect for your mother?

Mai Mai's sneer became louder and louder. He swayed slowly to waving the red swimsuit as he could, smiling and laughing unrestrainedly... However, his laughter sounded false and powerless, just like his mother's complaints and sighs, and his indignation.

The two of them seemed to be a pair of movie actors with poor acting skills rehearsing their respective roles. Although they tried their best, they were not convinced at all.

Mai Mai, you can't do this.You know your old-fashioned father doesn't like me if I don't wear a swimsuit and bask in the sun...

Since you know too... Then, mom, please show me your part again.I'll give you my swimsuit.

Mai Mai felt his throat tighten.

He could not believe that the development of the situation would have shown such a situation.

Mom could have, or she should have jumped into the pool and beat him up.

However, she sat there lazily, letting her breasts hang between her arms, accusing him of his behavior like a naughty little boy, as if to gain a place for her motherhood.

This made him feel confused and uncomfortable again, but he still chose to test it, deliberately pretending to be a childish look and tone.

Please, mom... Just spread your thighs a little apart and let me see Maomao... I swear, I will return my swimsuit to you immediately, and I won't bother you anymore!

His mother's lower lips drooped down, pouting into an exaggerated pouting look.

But are you crazy?Mai Mai!I am your mom, not your girlfriend!Hand me that swimsuit.

No negotiation.Since you chose this attitude, I will take these pieces of things home.You will have to go home naked!Maria will definitely be surprised to see you naked!

Mai Mai pretended to swim towards the other side of the pool.

Uh, you're such a vicious bad boy, Mai Mai!His mother said in a hoarse voice.Come back...see, take a look!

In an angry and exaggerated urge, Biya leaned back on her bench, spreading her legs.

The cracks of the genitals bloomed in her flesh.

Mai Maiyou came back, his arms were supported by the pool, and there was no sign of a smile on his face.

My mother's pink vagina is like a round cone, delicate and round, and like a pink eye...

What exactly do you want to see?Have you never seen your girlfriend?

This is different.

We are all the same here, you know!His mother murmured in a low voice.

Biya stretched her thighs even more, and everything was stretched unreservedly, like a pair of butterfly wings of the labia minora exposed.

He saw his mother's nipples become firm.

A trace of love juice flowed out of her vagina.

Are you happy?Bad boy!I should tell you all this to your father!

Go closer and lean against the recliner... I can't see clearly... Please, mom.Move forward a little more...

Biya aggravated her frustrated pouting look, pushing her buttocks flattened by the lounge chair forward towards him.

Are you satisfied with this?

You have so much pubic hair!My girlfriends don't have as much pubic hair as you do.

As Biya's sex cracks cracked, her hands couldn't help but hold the armrests of the recliner. She stared at her red swimsuit, which spread in front of her and was placed on the edge of the pool.

Her son pressed on it with one hand and the other was hidden in the water.

His shoulders were shaking.

He looked at his mother, and he stared deeply at the reproductive organ that belonged to women.

Suddenly, a painful expression appeared on his face.

His body trembled, and then another.

He let out a low moan.

Slowly, as if he had awakened, Biya gently closed her legs.

Mai Mai, aren’t you ashamed?Do this in front of your mom!Throw that swimsuit to me...

He threw the swimsuit back to her, watching quietly as his mother twisting her seductive body on the recliner as she put on it.

Then he leaned against the ladder and climbed up.

He was naked, his cock drooping like no vitality.

He held his swimming trunks in his hand and put them back on his body.

You know.If you continue like this, I will tell your father, Mai Mai.

Ultimately, these are all your faults!Why do you keep me here like a prisoner?I want to meet those girls.I am not an old man like the commander's father, I can only have bed once a month.By the way, did you get trampled on your ankle last night?I heard you meow like a cat!He is fucking you...that old guy is fucking you in bed again?He knew what he needed, even once a month...

With an angry cry, he began to run towards the house.

Biya was extremely shocked by her son's sudden anger and the resentment he showed.

She stood at the edge of the pool, watching a long silky stream of semen floating on the blue water of the pool.

How should I understand... It's simply a scene full of jealousy...

Biya walked aside and poured herself a large glass of orange juice drink.

She didn't know what to think, she didn't want to think anymore.

The most important thing for her at this moment is to stop thinking immediately.

She drank all the orange juice in the glass and made a gesture to fill herself with the second cup, only to find that the kettle with vodka was empty.

This abominable little villain!He is even more evil than my cousin.It’s like because his father locked him up here, I… as his mother, I should… I have to… I have to… I’m so shameless!Too shameless!

But obviously, in fact, this involves completely different issues, hiding Mai Mai's confusion about his own situation and deeper complex emotions and his inner painful conflict.

Even vodka can't make Biya forget this, and she is clearly aware of it.

PS: This novel was written intermittently for more than a year before.

Now I only remember about it.

Now, taking advantage of the opportunity of publication to revise and review it, I found that there are many areas that need rectification.

I try to send it as much as possible, and when I am busy with work, I will put it aside first as before.

Therefore, the status of the release is not necessarily stable.

But I only guarantee one thing, one is one.

The same attitude towards this novel.