The next day, when Macth went down to the kitchen with a very bad mood (his ears still had the night moan of his mother), Maria told him that his sister had gone to Escarlett and had a day there with her friends in Port Grimod, who drove to pick her up.
Through the window, he saw his mother, wearing a cheerful summer outfit made of colorful cotton, with a towel-made turban tied to her head (she just finished making henna) and was trimming her rose bushes.
By eight o'clock in the morning, the heat wave was already overwhelming, and the cicadas were howling in the heat wave.
Where is the commander?
Maria pursed her lips; she disapproved of the disrespectful nickname he and his sister gave their father.
Your dad (she emphasizes the title ‘dad’) is in his office.He is writing his books.He needs a quiet environment without noise, and don't make noise!And he specifically reminded him: ‘Don’t play music!’
Max couldn't help laughing.
His works!
He has been committed to this cause for ten years, devoted to writing his memoirs.
Perhaps in the future, its title will be called the Memoir of a Guard.
And every time we mention this topic, the commander pretends to be modest and emphasizes that we will see what we should need to see!
The latte tastes bad, the butter looks as sticky as the engine oil, and it is also very appetizing.
However, when you try to apply some, the cookies break when you want to spread them out.
Eventually Max settled only one cup of warm orange juice and walked to the balcony with satisfaction.
He heard Maria go upstairs to tidy up the room; his mother Bea comes back as soon as she sees him, holding a rose half-dried by the strong wind of the previous day.
She told him that she was trying to save them.
It is necessary to put aspirin in the water, which is the recipe Charles gave her.
Hearing her name say the physiotherapist, a bitter smell of bile gushed out of Max's mouth.
He swayed back and roared as she tried to rub his messy hair.
No, no, no...don't touch me!You make me feel sick!
He immediately paled when he saw her face.
Son and father, on the same night, this doesn’t seem to cause you much trouble!Don't mind even more, right?
Biya's face turned from pale to a blush. She glanced at the kitchen in distractedly. Fortunately, the kitchen was empty, which made her feel a little relieved.
If you go to town, Max continues, remember to buy me a pair of earplugs in the pharmacy!The noise you make will not be a luxury when you have fun!
Max!Stop talking immediately, did you hear it?
Oh, you didn't impress me.What's wrong?Are you in trouble?Have you been an adult?Are you becoming a nerd?I counted, you've been doing the same crazy things for three nights in a row!I think this is a good opportunity.You will kill that old man!He is too old to make trouble anymore!
His mother was confused and upset and gasping for breath: But Max…he is my husband…you don’t seem to realize that I am his wife…when he wants, he must…get the need to be satisfied…
A roaring sneer interrupted her.
And my butt is caviar?You are the one you want, not him!Yesterday he was still snoring when I went downstairs; you woke him up to do this to you!Don't treat me as an idiot either!Did Charles excite you?!
His mother lowered her head, at a loss, her hands twitched and trembling, mechanically organizing the withered roses she spread on the iron table.
Some are truly destroyed, others still have faint hope of survival.
I think I'm going to talk to your father, she said in a sharp voice.
I've been thinking about this, what's going on between me and you, must be given a break before it goes too far.I will confess everything to your father, it is my mistake and my responsibility.He will decide.If he wants to get a divorce, I will divorce and choose to leave.Let’s solve him and the troubles that bother me!You still have to continue living together, and you will get along better without me.
Such a prospect made Max feel that his blood was completely frozen.
His mother expressed herself in a calm way, with a cold determination, a cold and unconcessional hysteria.
The thoughts deep in Max were completely controlled at this time. He would never have believed that his mother would have such abilities.
I acted like the last person, she continued, I will bear the consequences!
He shrank back; his mother's disturbing attitude, her neutral and understatement voice filled him with fear.
The thought that she might actually confess everything to his father, his balls were really frozen by fear, a terrible, irrational fear, not a metaphor: he felt them curled up in the shell like two snails trying to hide in his body.
Let me think about it, he stammered, you can't overreact, it's too exaggerated, you...
Stop talking, listen.Otherwise I will go see your father now!
He was stunned on the chair.She has the ability to do this!He knew she would sometimes have totally absurd, almost suicide-like reactions.
Is Mr. Max unhappy?
Maria was leaning out the window, her arms were covered with sheets, she spread them in the sun.
Mr. Max was upset, Maria.He didn't even know why himself!
I know.The Portuguese woman said she beat the bedding and drove away the miasma at night.
It's not a good thing, it's always locked in his room, and it works in his mind.He'd better go to the beach, and it would be better to be with Miss Lorraine!
He has to review his math, Maria!
In an instant, his mother returned to her suppressed noble tone.The maid's grimace clearly expresses her concerns about math review.
Seeing his mother seemingly calming down, Max felt it was safer to bend down, so he returned to his room.
It was a real garbage dump, a mess; whenever Maria packed up her things, the scene was like the scene of a catastrophe.
He stuffed the earplugs into his ears to avoid hearing the roar of the vacuum cleaner and buried his head in math review.
He wanted to forget the threat of his mother's unconsciousness that he devoted himself to it.
At noon, Maria had to come and greet him because he had been wearing earplugs and did not hear her call.
The meal was sent out in a sad silence.
The commander sorted the notes by his plate; his mother seemed to have a serious dispute with the rosé, drinking it over and over; she barely touched the food.
She left the table before she had a dessert, her ritual steps were filled with ritual; but when she was drunk, her movements were as dull as the Swiss.
As soon as his father returned to his office (he might be napping on his leather sofa), Max was eager to make peace and rushed to find her.
Mom Bea laying on a wicker armchair, flipping through the pages of Madame Figaro.
Don't you go to the swimming pool, mom?
She didn't seem to hear it.
She was sulking.
He immediately felt hopeful to come back.
If she was sulking, nothing was lost.
He had often shook his head and sulked when he saw her wanting to get something from her father, so he thought he could continue to make the effort to get close to her.
He walked to the back of the wicker chair, bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
As dull as a waxy mannequin.(But not that cold!)
Mom...Don't pout and sulk...Okay, I was wrong!
Bitch!
He knew she always dealt with the commander and won; for him, it was a good solution.
After all, he thought, if she likes it, let her be fucked by that old man, why should I care!My mother's butt belongs to him, not mine!
To make her happy, he risked a tragic joke.
Hello hot Ah, he said, pressing his cheek close to hers.
Are you sure you don't have a fever?Do you want me to measure your temperature?
There was no trace of tremor; it was like she suddenly became deaf.
Her fingers held the magazine and stared at the pictures of Claudia Katinna and Fellini.
For Max, Claudia wasn't the type he liked at all; he thought she looked like a big cow, and he preferred blondes like Cher Vivadan.
This girl is so vulgar!Mom Biya murmured, as if she was talking to herself.
I don't understand why she succeeded!
She made a disgusting gesture and turned over the page.
Max kissed her again, on her temple, near her eyelids, still cheek to cheek, just like he was watching a magazine with her.
Stop making trouble, Max, you want to ease...
So, are we no longer silent?His mother shrugged with the excuse of pushing him away; the collar of the skirt was opened, and then he saw that her buttons were all unbuttoned and she was not wearing a bra, which was obviously not accidental.
He lifted her cheek, but in response he placed one hand on his mother's naked shoulder.
Seeing that she wasn't angry, he began to slide his fingers in the rounded area.
Mom Biya's skin is moist and her body exudes a pleasant body fragrance and perfume.
He gasped (we were chatting?), pushing his hand straight in, the dispersed buttons deviated from the direction, his fingers along the sagging curve of one breast, circling it, sliding down, and weighing its elastic mass.
Instead of opposing it, his mother straightened her chest so that he could master it more easily.
Where is your father?
In his office.Maria is washing dishes, did you hear it?
The Portuguese woman always sings while washing dishes.
Of course not.
He put his other hand into the cracked cleavage on the other side of his mother's neck and occupied the other breast.
The top was bouncing and elastic, like rubber, obviously irritated by desire.
He smiled in his heart; do he want to be milked?
It doesn't matter: he started to twitch her nipples and rolled them with his thumb and index finger.
She allowed him to do so.
She closed her eyes and seemed to sink into a sleep.
He pulled open the collar of her skirt, which was opened to his waist, and his entire breasts appeared.
They stay side by side outside the neckline, relying on each other, with the bottom strangled by the notch.
The dark purple nipples are large and firm.
He pinched the two bulges and pulled them back and forth.
Their cheeks touched each other again, and Mom Bea's cheeks made him feel hot.
He saw her spread her thighs under her skirt and nervously tie them together, as if she wanted to pee.
"Madame Figaro" fell to the ground.In the kitchen, Maria was already in silence.
Be careful!
She pushed him away, put her clothes on her chest, and bent down to get her magazine.
The Portuguese woman came over, her mouth was red, like a sacred object, a tray with three cups, a coffee maker and an ice cube tray.
He spoke only a short distance away.
I think the lady would love some iced coffee.
This is a good idea, Maria.Sit down with us.Max, you should go back to your room and let us women stay alone...
Let us women stay alone... His mother handed Vaseline to the butler from time to time, and then she would use it as she pleased.
What purpose she wants to achieve today.
Out of curiosity, he quietly went upstairs and listened to them chatting from the window.
They are talking about olives and tomatoes.
Portuguese women say that the tomatoes of Cogolin are better than those of Grimo; they are not tomatoes for tourists, just like the tomatoes here, taken directly from the Belgian greenhouse, pink and bland.
This is local tomatoes, long and not pretty, but tastes great and has olives.
Raw, salty, peppered, dripping with a little olive oil, a slice of mozzarella, a slice of basil leaves and a little garlic are all delicious, it's a treat, a treat.
What you said made me drool.Maria, then why don't you drive to Cogolin now.You can take the opportunity to bring me some Vichy moisturizers and face creams back for facial care.And base makeup.
The Portuguese woman did not beg.
Not long after, Max heard the roar of the old 4L engine used for the race.
Gear conversion.
Maria drove like a nun, almost always using second gear; sometimes when there was no one on the road, she would push the speed to 60, and only then would she agree to switch to third gear; fourth gear was for fools.
Take a break at the local bistro (the gathering point for all Portuguese women in the country) and eat some salty peanuts with orange juice, she will spend three hours walking the ten kilometers between the two villages before returning.
These things cannot escape his mother's eyes, so Biya did it on purpose.
The breasts he just touched will surely stimulate mother Biya's sexual desire, and she will think about continuing to enjoy the next series of games.For example, go scratch her itchy nipples.
I am willing to serve Mrs. Biya at any time, which will be my great honor!Max murmured evilly, folding his math book.
Functions and these subjects are first and foremost.
He has something better to do at the moment.
Since you want to be touched, my dear mom, I'll tease you now.
He deliberately let her suffer in his desire for a whole quarter of an hour just to let her know that he has his dignity, and then he walked downstairs barefoot without a sound.
But she still heard his arrival, and he knew this from her extreme calmness.
She put on black-framed glasses to cover her eyes, which was a pretty good sign.
She still holds her Madame Figaro and opens the same page.
She lay barefoot in the sun, everything else was in the shade.
The geranium red nail polish on her toes sparkled, attracting a myopic butterfly, flapping its wings on it, curious about the smell of acetone.
Max silently took a Rafi cushion from the swing and placed it at his mother's statue to pay tribute.
He knelt there, then sat aside, leaning his body sideways.
He stroked her calves tentatively.
What do you want now?She complained, "You just want a can of glue to always stick to me, so that I can't be quiet for a moment!"
Max's hand moved up the calf to reach the wet depression of his knees.His mother's thighs spread apart.
How hot!She sighed.
We'll die...
She put her head on the back of the chair; her thighs were completely spread out.
Although she was complaining, it was an invitation that couldn't be more clear.
He saw her wearing an extremely lewd pair of underwear.
Sometimes she would choose to wear such a pair of underwear when she went to Cavalaire.
Retro and very broad, with pink ruffles, the front piece of the underwear and the bottom stitching fits the shape of the gap in her vagina.
Of course, right in front of you, the silk cloth was already wet when the underwear was hiding the hole.
You want to do something, right?Is this why you need to send Maria to Cogolin?
He picked up the hem of his skirt and rolled it onto her thighs.
Are you sure your dad is asleep?she asked worriedly.
The wet panties pressed against the gaps in the mature genitals, and the pink color of the vaginal mucosa between the black pubic hair was almost transparently seen.
The old man snored like thunder.Max said that in order to make himself comfortable between his mother's thighs, his elbows were placed in the armchair.
Then he used his fingertips to cut out the gap in his mother's vulva through the wet lace panties.
You should go to study, Max, she sighed without overconfidence.
You didn't answer me seriously...
To better stretch her body, her hips swayed a little upward.
Give you a little comfort, mom?
Max!
A little bit...and then I went upstairs to review my math!
He pushed his lace panties with his fingers and stuffed the fabric into the gap.His mother had goose bumps on her thighs.
I thought I made you feel sick, and she whispered, "Isn't this what you said just this morning?"
I'm jealous, and I'm jealous too.But that doesn't count.You know very well that you didn't disgust me!Proof is!I won't show up here...please please you...please ask you for a favor...
He pushed his panties further into her vagina and dug a funnel over the wet satin.
Suddenly, he was full of enthusiasm for the game.
Instead of taking off her skirt as he intended, he grabbed the elastic strap on the top of her panties and pulled it hard.
The wet lace slipped out of the vagina and stuck to the cleft of the vulva.
I'm going to play with your underwear, Max said: I'm going to do a little masturbation for you through them...
Max...
Have a little masturbation for my dear mother!She likes this, my dear mom, little masturbation!She is a beautiful girl who doesn't want to grow old...
He pushed the pink satin with his fingertips and pushed it into her vagina again.The flesh spread out more beautifully.
She is such a slut, mom!Max whispered, twisting his fingers into his vagina and dragging the thin satin into it.
More lewd than my sister!
He felt her trembling and saw her hands clutching the wicker armrest.
His fingers were at the deepest point, wrapped in underwear, which immersed in the vagina, exposing the edge of the vulva and revealing the wet labia.
He pulled his fingers and stared at the scene.
He laughed out loud.
Mom, your panties are in your pussy.Wait, I have an idea...
He used his fingers to look for his anus through his elongated panties.He found it and pushed the satin inside.
In another hole, now... open it...
Biya let out a low moan, leaned her head back, and raised her hips easily.
He pushed his finger into her anus and pushed his panties in.
Two funnels can now be seen on the pink satin, one of which is soaked.
I'm going to put it all in you and you'll see, it's very interesting...
He grabbed his mother's underwear and slowly pulled it down. As the underwear gradually fell off, he exposed his mother's flat and white belly, then his furry pubic bone and vagina.
He pushed his underwear into his vagina with his fingers.
He did the same thing to his mother's anus, and he pulled it from behind. When the underwear was lowered below his mother's buttocks, he couldn't help teasing his naked big butt for a while, and then stuffed the underwear into her asshole.
As the elastic band was stretched to the middle of the thigh, the visible part of the panties was now a small wrinkled rag, sandwiched between the vagina and the anus.
The open genitals were completely exposed, the thick pubic hair stood up like a black brush, and the clitoris was like the scorching end of the lit cigarette butt.
From time to time, Max inserted two fingers into a satin funnel in the mouth of his mother's vagina, and let his fingers use Mom Biya's vagina as a bottle to continuously rotate and wipe it inside the bottleneck like a cotton swab.
Biya was frightened by her passive and negative attitude towards acceptance, and at the same time she moaned in shame because of a suffocating terrible joy; this unhealthy game was filled with dirty happiness that was against ethical morality; it was her son who did these things to her!
He leaned over her stomach from time to time; the traces of saliva from his tongue flowed to her navel and then slipped down; she would choke with grieving sobs, she rubbed her son's young and smooth face with her clitoris; but he turned around, laughing secretly in his heart, and quickly pulled her panties out of the inside of her delicate vagina, and pushed them back quickly, even deeper.
She could not believe the fanatical perverted behavior of such a young child; he was even more vicious than an impotence old man.
She likes this, right?Oh yes, she likes us playing with her pussy.Naughty slut...
His mouth was almost stuck to her genitals, and he was groping, rummaging, and playing.
Biya's body became vivid due to lazy spasms.
She enjoyed in her panties in shame, the satin of her panties squeezed into a ball inside her vagina, soaked like a tampon during menstruation.
Oh, I like it, mom, you don't know!Max groaned.
Take it off, Max… take it off me…
You want to have your butt naked, right?You slut vixen...
He grabbed the elastic band and pulled it, taking off the wet panties along her thighs, pulling it out of his mother's vagina and asshole.
He stared at his mother's sexual organs, like a wounded mollusk, with red tube walls and dislocated lipes.
He rubbed his furry vulva with his wrinkled panties.
His mother was trembling all over and complaining and sobbing.
I still want to do...a little more...
…Come on…as you wish…
They have the same hoarse, obscure, slightly crazy voice.
Biya's vagina was open to her son without any shame or reserve.
He once again stuffed the wet panties into his mother's genitals without any effort.
Keep stuffing in.
Put them all in.
The underwear is like a tampon used by women during menstruation. After being swallowed by the female lower body, the vulva closes the door, but there is still a gap that remains open, with a red opening under the perineum with slippery body fluids.
Max's eyes saw the little tea towel that Maria brought with the iced coffee.
He picked it up from the tray and wet it a little with his saliva.
Then, with your fingers, you can insert the tea towel into his mother's anus.
Max…what are you going to do?Stop it!
Be quiet... let yourself fly... we can all get happiness.
After clamping her butt, she relaxed her control over her butt again.
He took the opportunity to push the small tea towel in, and as the small tea towel turned little by little, tapping and squeezing it with his fingers, he managed to make it disappear, leaving it outside like a small tail except for the corner of the embroidered flower.
The asshole was expanded by the volume of the towel and became star-studded.
He looked around anxiously, looking for something else to use and what else to do to his mother, avenge the screams he heard in the night, and he never forgot this for a moment; and for the fear she brought to him this morning, she absurdly threatened to reveal everything to the commander.
He found sugar tongs.
This reminded him of a physical therapist.
Max!
She could pretend to be dead, but it didn't prevent her from looking at her son from behind her black-framed sunglasses.
I want to wax you and remove hair... Don't be afraid... Oh, what did I see...
Max!
A big and red hair...
He said with a silly smile and gently grabbed Mom Bea's clitoris with the pliers of the sugar-thorns, pulling it out of the sticky folds.
You hurt me, Max!
Look at how it stretches and erects…looks like a miniature little cock!
He panics at his cruelty.The clitoris was stretched, but she accused of letting it happen.This will definitely make people feel unforgettable.He let go of the sugar-thorn's mouth and his clitoris curled up.
Naughty Max hurts his mom!He murmured to himself.
Oh, he is very naughty!He is a very good kid.That boy!What a perverted son Ah!
He leaned down, put his lips on the irritated boobsmeg, kissed it; and began to lick it.
When he felt it awakened and hardened, his hand stretched up, untied the collar, and took out his mother Biya's breasts.
He groped through his hard and swollen nipples and began to fiddle with them, constantly licking the light and tasteless slit of flesh.
Oh, oh… again…oh, Max, Max…
She felt almost suffocating; losing patience, he put his finger into her vagina, pinched the sticky underwear fabric, and pulled it out of his hiding place.
He wants open-ended sex without adding anything.
Then he pulled the corner of the small tea towel exposed in his mother's asshole and took out the entire tea towel.
He saw in disgust that part of the little tea towel was soaked with feces stained.
He kneaded it into a ball and threw it away.
Yes, my mother cried, she was not a pure soul.
He returned to his clitoris.
Give me your buttons... Give me all your holes...
Here, here... it's up to you to decide.
I know what she wants, your big button…it's very hard.pig.All are red!Look at this hooligan!She got her masturbation and now she wants to be sucked, huh?
He knelt in front of her, his arms tightly cliting his mother's big ass, pressing his mouth against the open gap of her genitals, sucking her clitoris, gnawing at it.
From time to time, he stepped back and looked at the swollen hole that was bloodshot due to sucking.
He inserted his finger into her vagina, her anus.
I was born from this hole, this big mouth-watering hole...it's mine.And through this other hole, the poop came out, my mother's poop...
Bea had given up all human dignity, moaned and whimpered, succumbing to animal instinct like he did, hooking his back neck, allowing him to lick her again and again.
He didn't stop until his chin was stiff.
His mother was paralyzed by the strong pleasure, laying her limbs spread out across from him, her thighs on the handrail, open and swollen.
Biya gradually escaped from this crazy state, and she was trying to control her breathing.
He sucked her so hard that the red, swollen labia minora drooped from the deformed vulva like a torn hem lining.
She carefully touched the petals of flesh that were about to lose their feelings with her fingertips, as if she wanted to put them back inside.
Max lay down against her, exhausted.
Feeling her movements, he looked up and saw what she was doing.
Facing her, Max stood up as she tried to put in a position that was not as indecent as she was, and gathered her legs.
What about me?
He unbuttoned his shorts and let his hard cock slip out.
I want it; now it's my turn...
He wanted to kneel down and insert into her.Biya pushed him away suddenly.
Not here, Max.Are you crazy?if……
She gestured to the garden vaguely, and then pointed to the door outside the garden.
Go to Lorraine's room?
She had managed to stand up.He was waiting, sitting on the floor tiles, his cock standing upright.
look!He whispered.
He fell down, pulled his glans and spread his testicles.
She picked up her panties and walked into the kitchen briskly.
He heard the sound of water flowing, and then the sound of the refrigerator door.
Have a small cup of vodka?
He listened carefully.
After a while, he was puzzled by the silence, and he stood up and walked in.
The kitchen was empty.
He walked through the kitchen and found himself in the dark hallway.
His father's snoring came from the office in the distance.
He took off his shorts and went to his sister's room naked.
His mother was lying on Lorraine's bed in a dress and dressed in a long robe, pretending to be reading a book with a worn cover.
They stared at each other.Immediately, she turned around, letting her neck sink into the pillow, and closing her eyes.
Are you not going to take off your skirt?
No need.Hurry up the time.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt between his mother Beya's legs.
Rolling her summer skirt over her belly, she saw her putting a towel under her hips so she wouldn't get her daughter's bed dirty.
He lay on her, leaning to the side, guiding her sexual behavior from the side.
She raised her knees and spread her legs apart.
The crimson gap was extremely hot, so he inserted his dick into it.
Hurry up, Max!
Are you in a hurry?
Hurry up, or I will get up!
In a fit of anger, he poked the whole thing.She lifted her pelvis in a caterpillar manner and began to stir under him.When he felt like he was coming, he wanted to kiss her lips, but she turned her head.
Hurry up, Max!
He wanted to protest because there was nothing dangerous to be so hasty, but she had already wrapped her thighs tightly on him, imprisoning him.
Hurry, hurry up...
Mother!What are you afraid of?Can't you hear the old guy snoring?
She motioned for him to be quiet and pointed to the door.
There is a car...
Stop in the courtyard of Gassin's house!
They listened together.Suddenly, she pushed him away.The sound of flowing water came from the kitchen.
Your shorts, Max!
He ran to pick it up.
His mother hurriedly re-tied the bed with a towel in her hand.
Then he slipped into his daughter's bedroom and boudoir timidly.
Then there was a rustling sound in the corridor.
Max returned to the bed without thinking, lay down flat, and climbed under the bed.
It was just right, and the door was pushed open at the same time.
He saw his sister walking in barefoot, with a white salt shell tied to her ankles.
Then the spring frame pressed towards him and she sat on the edge of the bed.
Through the window, he saw his mother, wearing a cheerful summer outfit made of colorful cotton, with a towel-made turban tied to her head (she just finished making henna) and was trimming her rose bushes.
By eight o'clock in the morning, the heat wave was already overwhelming, and the cicadas were howling in the heat wave.
Where is the commander?
Maria pursed her lips; she disapproved of the disrespectful nickname he and his sister gave their father.
Your dad (she emphasizes the title ‘dad’) is in his office.He is writing his books.He needs a quiet environment without noise, and don't make noise!And he specifically reminded him: ‘Don’t play music!’
Max couldn't help laughing.
His works!
He has been committed to this cause for ten years, devoted to writing his memoirs.
Perhaps in the future, its title will be called the Memoir of a Guard.
And every time we mention this topic, the commander pretends to be modest and emphasizes that we will see what we should need to see!
The latte tastes bad, the butter looks as sticky as the engine oil, and it is also very appetizing.
However, when you try to apply some, the cookies break when you want to spread them out.
Eventually Max settled only one cup of warm orange juice and walked to the balcony with satisfaction.
He heard Maria go upstairs to tidy up the room; his mother Bea comes back as soon as she sees him, holding a rose half-dried by the strong wind of the previous day.
She told him that she was trying to save them.
It is necessary to put aspirin in the water, which is the recipe Charles gave her.
Hearing her name say the physiotherapist, a bitter smell of bile gushed out of Max's mouth.
He swayed back and roared as she tried to rub his messy hair.
No, no, no...don't touch me!You make me feel sick!
He immediately paled when he saw her face.
Son and father, on the same night, this doesn’t seem to cause you much trouble!Don't mind even more, right?
Biya's face turned from pale to a blush. She glanced at the kitchen in distractedly. Fortunately, the kitchen was empty, which made her feel a little relieved.
If you go to town, Max continues, remember to buy me a pair of earplugs in the pharmacy!The noise you make will not be a luxury when you have fun!
Max!Stop talking immediately, did you hear it?
Oh, you didn't impress me.What's wrong?Are you in trouble?Have you been an adult?Are you becoming a nerd?I counted, you've been doing the same crazy things for three nights in a row!I think this is a good opportunity.You will kill that old man!He is too old to make trouble anymore!
His mother was confused and upset and gasping for breath: But Max…he is my husband…you don’t seem to realize that I am his wife…when he wants, he must…get the need to be satisfied…
A roaring sneer interrupted her.
And my butt is caviar?You are the one you want, not him!Yesterday he was still snoring when I went downstairs; you woke him up to do this to you!Don't treat me as an idiot either!Did Charles excite you?!
His mother lowered her head, at a loss, her hands twitched and trembling, mechanically organizing the withered roses she spread on the iron table.
Some are truly destroyed, others still have faint hope of survival.
I think I'm going to talk to your father, she said in a sharp voice.
I've been thinking about this, what's going on between me and you, must be given a break before it goes too far.I will confess everything to your father, it is my mistake and my responsibility.He will decide.If he wants to get a divorce, I will divorce and choose to leave.Let’s solve him and the troubles that bother me!You still have to continue living together, and you will get along better without me.
Such a prospect made Max feel that his blood was completely frozen.
His mother expressed herself in a calm way, with a cold determination, a cold and unconcessional hysteria.
The thoughts deep in Max were completely controlled at this time. He would never have believed that his mother would have such abilities.
I acted like the last person, she continued, I will bear the consequences!
He shrank back; his mother's disturbing attitude, her neutral and understatement voice filled him with fear.
The thought that she might actually confess everything to his father, his balls were really frozen by fear, a terrible, irrational fear, not a metaphor: he felt them curled up in the shell like two snails trying to hide in his body.
Let me think about it, he stammered, you can't overreact, it's too exaggerated, you...
Stop talking, listen.Otherwise I will go see your father now!
He was stunned on the chair.She has the ability to do this!He knew she would sometimes have totally absurd, almost suicide-like reactions.
Is Mr. Max unhappy?
Maria was leaning out the window, her arms were covered with sheets, she spread them in the sun.
Mr. Max was upset, Maria.He didn't even know why himself!
I know.The Portuguese woman said she beat the bedding and drove away the miasma at night.
It's not a good thing, it's always locked in his room, and it works in his mind.He'd better go to the beach, and it would be better to be with Miss Lorraine!
He has to review his math, Maria!
In an instant, his mother returned to her suppressed noble tone.The maid's grimace clearly expresses her concerns about math review.
Seeing his mother seemingly calming down, Max felt it was safer to bend down, so he returned to his room.
It was a real garbage dump, a mess; whenever Maria packed up her things, the scene was like the scene of a catastrophe.
He stuffed the earplugs into his ears to avoid hearing the roar of the vacuum cleaner and buried his head in math review.
He wanted to forget the threat of his mother's unconsciousness that he devoted himself to it.
At noon, Maria had to come and greet him because he had been wearing earplugs and did not hear her call.
The meal was sent out in a sad silence.
The commander sorted the notes by his plate; his mother seemed to have a serious dispute with the rosé, drinking it over and over; she barely touched the food.
She left the table before she had a dessert, her ritual steps were filled with ritual; but when she was drunk, her movements were as dull as the Swiss.
As soon as his father returned to his office (he might be napping on his leather sofa), Max was eager to make peace and rushed to find her.
Mom Bea laying on a wicker armchair, flipping through the pages of Madame Figaro.
Don't you go to the swimming pool, mom?
She didn't seem to hear it.
She was sulking.
He immediately felt hopeful to come back.
If she was sulking, nothing was lost.
He had often shook his head and sulked when he saw her wanting to get something from her father, so he thought he could continue to make the effort to get close to her.
He walked to the back of the wicker chair, bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
As dull as a waxy mannequin.(But not that cold!)
Mom...Don't pout and sulk...Okay, I was wrong!
Bitch!
He knew she always dealt with the commander and won; for him, it was a good solution.
After all, he thought, if she likes it, let her be fucked by that old man, why should I care!My mother's butt belongs to him, not mine!
To make her happy, he risked a tragic joke.
Hello hot Ah, he said, pressing his cheek close to hers.
Are you sure you don't have a fever?Do you want me to measure your temperature?
There was no trace of tremor; it was like she suddenly became deaf.
Her fingers held the magazine and stared at the pictures of Claudia Katinna and Fellini.
For Max, Claudia wasn't the type he liked at all; he thought she looked like a big cow, and he preferred blondes like Cher Vivadan.
This girl is so vulgar!Mom Biya murmured, as if she was talking to herself.
I don't understand why she succeeded!
She made a disgusting gesture and turned over the page.
Max kissed her again, on her temple, near her eyelids, still cheek to cheek, just like he was watching a magazine with her.
Stop making trouble, Max, you want to ease...
So, are we no longer silent?His mother shrugged with the excuse of pushing him away; the collar of the skirt was opened, and then he saw that her buttons were all unbuttoned and she was not wearing a bra, which was obviously not accidental.
He lifted her cheek, but in response he placed one hand on his mother's naked shoulder.
Seeing that she wasn't angry, he began to slide his fingers in the rounded area.
Mom Biya's skin is moist and her body exudes a pleasant body fragrance and perfume.
He gasped (we were chatting?), pushing his hand straight in, the dispersed buttons deviated from the direction, his fingers along the sagging curve of one breast, circling it, sliding down, and weighing its elastic mass.
Instead of opposing it, his mother straightened her chest so that he could master it more easily.
Where is your father?
In his office.Maria is washing dishes, did you hear it?
The Portuguese woman always sings while washing dishes.
Of course not.
He put his other hand into the cracked cleavage on the other side of his mother's neck and occupied the other breast.
The top was bouncing and elastic, like rubber, obviously irritated by desire.
He smiled in his heart; do he want to be milked?
It doesn't matter: he started to twitch her nipples and rolled them with his thumb and index finger.
She allowed him to do so.
She closed her eyes and seemed to sink into a sleep.
He pulled open the collar of her skirt, which was opened to his waist, and his entire breasts appeared.
They stay side by side outside the neckline, relying on each other, with the bottom strangled by the notch.
The dark purple nipples are large and firm.
He pinched the two bulges and pulled them back and forth.
Their cheeks touched each other again, and Mom Bea's cheeks made him feel hot.
He saw her spread her thighs under her skirt and nervously tie them together, as if she wanted to pee.
"Madame Figaro" fell to the ground.In the kitchen, Maria was already in silence.
Be careful!
She pushed him away, put her clothes on her chest, and bent down to get her magazine.
The Portuguese woman came over, her mouth was red, like a sacred object, a tray with three cups, a coffee maker and an ice cube tray.
He spoke only a short distance away.
I think the lady would love some iced coffee.
This is a good idea, Maria.Sit down with us.Max, you should go back to your room and let us women stay alone...
Let us women stay alone... His mother handed Vaseline to the butler from time to time, and then she would use it as she pleased.
What purpose she wants to achieve today.
Out of curiosity, he quietly went upstairs and listened to them chatting from the window.
They are talking about olives and tomatoes.
Portuguese women say that the tomatoes of Cogolin are better than those of Grimo; they are not tomatoes for tourists, just like the tomatoes here, taken directly from the Belgian greenhouse, pink and bland.
This is local tomatoes, long and not pretty, but tastes great and has olives.
Raw, salty, peppered, dripping with a little olive oil, a slice of mozzarella, a slice of basil leaves and a little garlic are all delicious, it's a treat, a treat.
What you said made me drool.Maria, then why don't you drive to Cogolin now.You can take the opportunity to bring me some Vichy moisturizers and face creams back for facial care.And base makeup.
The Portuguese woman did not beg.
Not long after, Max heard the roar of the old 4L engine used for the race.
Gear conversion.
Maria drove like a nun, almost always using second gear; sometimes when there was no one on the road, she would push the speed to 60, and only then would she agree to switch to third gear; fourth gear was for fools.
Take a break at the local bistro (the gathering point for all Portuguese women in the country) and eat some salty peanuts with orange juice, she will spend three hours walking the ten kilometers between the two villages before returning.
These things cannot escape his mother's eyes, so Biya did it on purpose.
The breasts he just touched will surely stimulate mother Biya's sexual desire, and she will think about continuing to enjoy the next series of games.For example, go scratch her itchy nipples.
I am willing to serve Mrs. Biya at any time, which will be my great honor!Max murmured evilly, folding his math book.
Functions and these subjects are first and foremost.
He has something better to do at the moment.
Since you want to be touched, my dear mom, I'll tease you now.
He deliberately let her suffer in his desire for a whole quarter of an hour just to let her know that he has his dignity, and then he walked downstairs barefoot without a sound.
But she still heard his arrival, and he knew this from her extreme calmness.
She put on black-framed glasses to cover her eyes, which was a pretty good sign.
She still holds her Madame Figaro and opens the same page.
She lay barefoot in the sun, everything else was in the shade.
The geranium red nail polish on her toes sparkled, attracting a myopic butterfly, flapping its wings on it, curious about the smell of acetone.
Max silently took a Rafi cushion from the swing and placed it at his mother's statue to pay tribute.
He knelt there, then sat aside, leaning his body sideways.
He stroked her calves tentatively.
What do you want now?She complained, "You just want a can of glue to always stick to me, so that I can't be quiet for a moment!"
Max's hand moved up the calf to reach the wet depression of his knees.His mother's thighs spread apart.
How hot!She sighed.
We'll die...
She put her head on the back of the chair; her thighs were completely spread out.
Although she was complaining, it was an invitation that couldn't be more clear.
He saw her wearing an extremely lewd pair of underwear.
Sometimes she would choose to wear such a pair of underwear when she went to Cavalaire.
Retro and very broad, with pink ruffles, the front piece of the underwear and the bottom stitching fits the shape of the gap in her vagina.
Of course, right in front of you, the silk cloth was already wet when the underwear was hiding the hole.
You want to do something, right?Is this why you need to send Maria to Cogolin?
He picked up the hem of his skirt and rolled it onto her thighs.
Are you sure your dad is asleep?she asked worriedly.
The wet panties pressed against the gaps in the mature genitals, and the pink color of the vaginal mucosa between the black pubic hair was almost transparently seen.
The old man snored like thunder.Max said that in order to make himself comfortable between his mother's thighs, his elbows were placed in the armchair.
Then he used his fingertips to cut out the gap in his mother's vulva through the wet lace panties.
You should go to study, Max, she sighed without overconfidence.
You didn't answer me seriously...
To better stretch her body, her hips swayed a little upward.
Give you a little comfort, mom?
Max!
A little bit...and then I went upstairs to review my math!
He pushed his lace panties with his fingers and stuffed the fabric into the gap.His mother had goose bumps on her thighs.
I thought I made you feel sick, and she whispered, "Isn't this what you said just this morning?"
I'm jealous, and I'm jealous too.But that doesn't count.You know very well that you didn't disgust me!Proof is!I won't show up here...please please you...please ask you for a favor...
He pushed his panties further into her vagina and dug a funnel over the wet satin.
Suddenly, he was full of enthusiasm for the game.
Instead of taking off her skirt as he intended, he grabbed the elastic strap on the top of her panties and pulled it hard.
The wet lace slipped out of the vagina and stuck to the cleft of the vulva.
I'm going to play with your underwear, Max said: I'm going to do a little masturbation for you through them...
Max...
Have a little masturbation for my dear mother!She likes this, my dear mom, little masturbation!She is a beautiful girl who doesn't want to grow old...
He pushed the pink satin with his fingertips and pushed it into her vagina again.The flesh spread out more beautifully.
She is such a slut, mom!Max whispered, twisting his fingers into his vagina and dragging the thin satin into it.
More lewd than my sister!
He felt her trembling and saw her hands clutching the wicker armrest.
His fingers were at the deepest point, wrapped in underwear, which immersed in the vagina, exposing the edge of the vulva and revealing the wet labia.
He pulled his fingers and stared at the scene.
He laughed out loud.
Mom, your panties are in your pussy.Wait, I have an idea...
He used his fingers to look for his anus through his elongated panties.He found it and pushed the satin inside.
In another hole, now... open it...
Biya let out a low moan, leaned her head back, and raised her hips easily.
He pushed his finger into her anus and pushed his panties in.
Two funnels can now be seen on the pink satin, one of which is soaked.
I'm going to put it all in you and you'll see, it's very interesting...
He grabbed his mother's underwear and slowly pulled it down. As the underwear gradually fell off, he exposed his mother's flat and white belly, then his furry pubic bone and vagina.
He pushed his underwear into his vagina with his fingers.
He did the same thing to his mother's anus, and he pulled it from behind. When the underwear was lowered below his mother's buttocks, he couldn't help teasing his naked big butt for a while, and then stuffed the underwear into her asshole.
As the elastic band was stretched to the middle of the thigh, the visible part of the panties was now a small wrinkled rag, sandwiched between the vagina and the anus.
The open genitals were completely exposed, the thick pubic hair stood up like a black brush, and the clitoris was like the scorching end of the lit cigarette butt.
From time to time, Max inserted two fingers into a satin funnel in the mouth of his mother's vagina, and let his fingers use Mom Biya's vagina as a bottle to continuously rotate and wipe it inside the bottleneck like a cotton swab.
Biya was frightened by her passive and negative attitude towards acceptance, and at the same time she moaned in shame because of a suffocating terrible joy; this unhealthy game was filled with dirty happiness that was against ethical morality; it was her son who did these things to her!
He leaned over her stomach from time to time; the traces of saliva from his tongue flowed to her navel and then slipped down; she would choke with grieving sobs, she rubbed her son's young and smooth face with her clitoris; but he turned around, laughing secretly in his heart, and quickly pulled her panties out of the inside of her delicate vagina, and pushed them back quickly, even deeper.
She could not believe the fanatical perverted behavior of such a young child; he was even more vicious than an impotence old man.
She likes this, right?Oh yes, she likes us playing with her pussy.Naughty slut...
His mouth was almost stuck to her genitals, and he was groping, rummaging, and playing.
Biya's body became vivid due to lazy spasms.
She enjoyed in her panties in shame, the satin of her panties squeezed into a ball inside her vagina, soaked like a tampon during menstruation.
Oh, I like it, mom, you don't know!Max groaned.
Take it off, Max… take it off me…
You want to have your butt naked, right?You slut vixen...
He grabbed the elastic band and pulled it, taking off the wet panties along her thighs, pulling it out of his mother's vagina and asshole.
He stared at his mother's sexual organs, like a wounded mollusk, with red tube walls and dislocated lipes.
He rubbed his furry vulva with his wrinkled panties.
His mother was trembling all over and complaining and sobbing.
I still want to do...a little more...
…Come on…as you wish…
They have the same hoarse, obscure, slightly crazy voice.
Biya's vagina was open to her son without any shame or reserve.
He once again stuffed the wet panties into his mother's genitals without any effort.
Keep stuffing in.
Put them all in.
The underwear is like a tampon used by women during menstruation. After being swallowed by the female lower body, the vulva closes the door, but there is still a gap that remains open, with a red opening under the perineum with slippery body fluids.
Max's eyes saw the little tea towel that Maria brought with the iced coffee.
He picked it up from the tray and wet it a little with his saliva.
Then, with your fingers, you can insert the tea towel into his mother's anus.
Max…what are you going to do?Stop it!
Be quiet... let yourself fly... we can all get happiness.
After clamping her butt, she relaxed her control over her butt again.
He took the opportunity to push the small tea towel in, and as the small tea towel turned little by little, tapping and squeezing it with his fingers, he managed to make it disappear, leaving it outside like a small tail except for the corner of the embroidered flower.
The asshole was expanded by the volume of the towel and became star-studded.
He looked around anxiously, looking for something else to use and what else to do to his mother, avenge the screams he heard in the night, and he never forgot this for a moment; and for the fear she brought to him this morning, she absurdly threatened to reveal everything to the commander.
He found sugar tongs.
This reminded him of a physical therapist.
Max!
She could pretend to be dead, but it didn't prevent her from looking at her son from behind her black-framed sunglasses.
I want to wax you and remove hair... Don't be afraid... Oh, what did I see...
Max!
A big and red hair...
He said with a silly smile and gently grabbed Mom Bea's clitoris with the pliers of the sugar-thorns, pulling it out of the sticky folds.
You hurt me, Max!
Look at how it stretches and erects…looks like a miniature little cock!
He panics at his cruelty.The clitoris was stretched, but she accused of letting it happen.This will definitely make people feel unforgettable.He let go of the sugar-thorn's mouth and his clitoris curled up.
Naughty Max hurts his mom!He murmured to himself.
Oh, he is very naughty!He is a very good kid.That boy!What a perverted son Ah!
He leaned down, put his lips on the irritated boobsmeg, kissed it; and began to lick it.
When he felt it awakened and hardened, his hand stretched up, untied the collar, and took out his mother Biya's breasts.
He groped through his hard and swollen nipples and began to fiddle with them, constantly licking the light and tasteless slit of flesh.
Oh, oh… again…oh, Max, Max…
She felt almost suffocating; losing patience, he put his finger into her vagina, pinched the sticky underwear fabric, and pulled it out of his hiding place.
He wants open-ended sex without adding anything.
Then he pulled the corner of the small tea towel exposed in his mother's asshole and took out the entire tea towel.
He saw in disgust that part of the little tea towel was soaked with feces stained.
He kneaded it into a ball and threw it away.
Yes, my mother cried, she was not a pure soul.
He returned to his clitoris.
Give me your buttons... Give me all your holes...
Here, here... it's up to you to decide.
I know what she wants, your big button…it's very hard.pig.All are red!Look at this hooligan!She got her masturbation and now she wants to be sucked, huh?
He knelt in front of her, his arms tightly cliting his mother's big ass, pressing his mouth against the open gap of her genitals, sucking her clitoris, gnawing at it.
From time to time, he stepped back and looked at the swollen hole that was bloodshot due to sucking.
He inserted his finger into her vagina, her anus.
I was born from this hole, this big mouth-watering hole...it's mine.And through this other hole, the poop came out, my mother's poop...
Bea had given up all human dignity, moaned and whimpered, succumbing to animal instinct like he did, hooking his back neck, allowing him to lick her again and again.
He didn't stop until his chin was stiff.
His mother was paralyzed by the strong pleasure, laying her limbs spread out across from him, her thighs on the handrail, open and swollen.
Biya gradually escaped from this crazy state, and she was trying to control her breathing.
He sucked her so hard that the red, swollen labia minora drooped from the deformed vulva like a torn hem lining.
She carefully touched the petals of flesh that were about to lose their feelings with her fingertips, as if she wanted to put them back inside.
Max lay down against her, exhausted.
Feeling her movements, he looked up and saw what she was doing.
Facing her, Max stood up as she tried to put in a position that was not as indecent as she was, and gathered her legs.
What about me?
He unbuttoned his shorts and let his hard cock slip out.
I want it; now it's my turn...
He wanted to kneel down and insert into her.Biya pushed him away suddenly.
Not here, Max.Are you crazy?if……
She gestured to the garden vaguely, and then pointed to the door outside the garden.
Go to Lorraine's room?
She had managed to stand up.He was waiting, sitting on the floor tiles, his cock standing upright.
look!He whispered.
He fell down, pulled his glans and spread his testicles.
She picked up her panties and walked into the kitchen briskly.
He heard the sound of water flowing, and then the sound of the refrigerator door.
Have a small cup of vodka?
He listened carefully.
After a while, he was puzzled by the silence, and he stood up and walked in.
The kitchen was empty.
He walked through the kitchen and found himself in the dark hallway.
His father's snoring came from the office in the distance.
He took off his shorts and went to his sister's room naked.
His mother was lying on Lorraine's bed in a dress and dressed in a long robe, pretending to be reading a book with a worn cover.
They stared at each other.Immediately, she turned around, letting her neck sink into the pillow, and closing her eyes.
Are you not going to take off your skirt?
No need.Hurry up the time.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt between his mother Beya's legs.
Rolling her summer skirt over her belly, she saw her putting a towel under her hips so she wouldn't get her daughter's bed dirty.
He lay on her, leaning to the side, guiding her sexual behavior from the side.
She raised her knees and spread her legs apart.
The crimson gap was extremely hot, so he inserted his dick into it.
Hurry up, Max!
Are you in a hurry?
Hurry up, or I will get up!
In a fit of anger, he poked the whole thing.She lifted her pelvis in a caterpillar manner and began to stir under him.When he felt like he was coming, he wanted to kiss her lips, but she turned her head.
Hurry up, Max!
He wanted to protest because there was nothing dangerous to be so hasty, but she had already wrapped her thighs tightly on him, imprisoning him.
Hurry, hurry up...
Mother!What are you afraid of?Can't you hear the old guy snoring?
She motioned for him to be quiet and pointed to the door.
There is a car...
Stop in the courtyard of Gassin's house!
They listened together.Suddenly, she pushed him away.The sound of flowing water came from the kitchen.
Your shorts, Max!
He ran to pick it up.
His mother hurriedly re-tied the bed with a towel in her hand.
Then he slipped into his daughter's bedroom and boudoir timidly.
Then there was a rustling sound in the corridor.
Max returned to the bed without thinking, lay down flat, and climbed under the bed.
It was just right, and the door was pushed open at the same time.
He saw his sister walking in barefoot, with a white salt shell tied to her ankles.
Then the spring frame pressed towards him and she sat on the edge of the bed.
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