Are you napping?
No, it's too hot, I can't sleep.I'm going to take a shower...
What about Max?Where is he?
The vague tone of suspicion panicked the latter under the bed, but his mother managed to escape successfully.
I have no idea.Biya yawned and sat down next to Lorraine.
He must have gone for a walk in the village!He can't stay in his room all the time!Don't tell your father!
Of course!
Max took a breath.
You came back from the beach so early.Normally...
Oh, I'm a little tired of it, I'll tell you.The sun, the sea, I've had enough of it, in Corsica... Then, in Escaret, there are gay and fat naked Teutonic people everywhere, they have varicose veins and their dicks... I'd rather go home.Come on, I'll take a shower with you. There is too much sand in my hair and everything sticks to salt!
They left the room and entered the bathroom.Lorraine raised her voice to cover the shower.
My legs are indeed furry and I think I need to go see Charles so he can hold me between two customers to receive me, would you like to go with me?
Oh no, the weather is too hot and I don’t want to waxing and remove hair.I'm going to the hammock and waiting for the evening to arrive!This heat wave is about to cause heat stroke.
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Max climbed out from under the bed and tiptoed through his parents' room to avoid passing through their bathroom with the door open.
He walked into the garden from behind.
His sister's casual tone made their mother go to Charles' house, which made him quite annoyed.
He drilled through the hedge hole and ran to his usual hiding place and hid.
He overlooked the treatment room.
The room was empty.
In his office next to him, the physiotherapist is pounding his Oliviti (a typewriter).
Someone told Max that physiotherapists have a special hobby of writing pornographic novels in their spare time.
However, this time Max didn't wait too long.
He heard his sister greeting Charles on the street.
The physiotherapist stood up, smoothed his hair from his temples, and left the office.
The next minute he appeared in the treatment room again, Lorraine walking in front, wearing her eternal chest wrap shirt and mini shorts.
They hugged each other affectionately, and the physiotherapist familiarly patted his young client's ass.
What would her needs be for this young and beautiful lady?Waist massage?Lymph drainage?Liposuction?Take off your pants, hurry up.Let me see your little butt, this is the only thing that interests me!
His sister smiled, with a prank expression on her face, took off her shorts, bare ass, and lay on the table.
Put your head on your elbow, fold your long grasshopper legs, spread your thighs apart, and make an inviting pose.
The physiotherapist leaned down and sniffed her mussels.
Well…it smells like the urine of a young girl, but it smells much better than patchouli…Okay…let’s see your pistil!
She pushed her belly with her hands and sucked her abdomen hard, and her large and protruding labia separated.
Beautiful meat crown, right here!Charles said, gently tapping her clitoris.
Say it, say it, you are drooling, my little beauty!My little baby.Are you hungry or something?Those girls don't slut for you like me, right?They don't know how to suck you at all, let's take a look at some of the situations in this?
The physiotherapist combed the velvet of Lorraine's mons pubis, flipped her labia, and pinched her clitoris.Lorraine's eyes drooped to her lower body's private parts, watching his series of operations.
Oh, I think sucking the clit is necessary, don't it?There is also a little extra anal massage, how do you feel when we do it?What did this pure bride say?Add a little extra anal massage as a reward, what do you think?What do this innocent fiancée thinks about this?
Max was shocked and incredible because he did the same thing to his mom just an hour ago, and he saw the physiotherapist pull out a pair of long tweezers and use them to tease his sister's clitoris.
Lorrene, half-opened, with the obsessive expression of girls who would show when masturbating, and began to climax, watching tamely as Charles inserted a finger into her asshole and pulled her clit with tweezers.
Did I care about you?
Indeed, but it doesn't matter...continue...
I think you're a masochist, huh?This is also due to the family’s genetic genes!
Don't talk to me about my mother, Charles, you know I never like it!Take what we give you... and become your personal capital for showing off!
OK, it's my fault!Follow your orders, Lorraine.Where do we start?What does this pure beauty like?Being sucked or being fucked?
Continue to hurt me...with tweezers...and my nipples...
Lorraine pinched her tight nostrils, took off her chest-wrapped shirt, lay down on her back, crossed her hands, and dedicated her breasts to delicious torture.
With the help of another pair of pliers, Charles began to torture her nipples while constantly tormenting her clitoris.
Surrendering to these two chrome tools, Lorraine's slender body was panting.
Suddenly, she raised her head, opened her mouth, and moaned loudly.
Her voice was as hoarse as her mother Bea, when the commander was holding his night party.
Putting away two chrome-plated instruments, the physiotherapist unbuttoned his white physician robe, naked, and then unquestionably grabbed Lorraine's thigh and dragged her to the edge of the table.
Where is it?Where do you want to put it?
The asshole, but it is a little dry, apply some Vaseline!
Do Xavier use Vaseline when fucking you?
First of all, he has never fucked me. Have you forgotten that we are already engaged?Xavier can't be allowed to sleep with his fiancée, you see, that's impossible!Do you know?
He won't fuck you?Is the only thing he can do is kiss?
Don't do this, Charles, I am his fiancée!The fiancée should be a virgin!
The physiotherapist smiled.
Well…virgin, are you?He can be that stupid!Look at your dirty and slutty eyes!I'm curious how you would get along with him?
If you don't want to know everything, I'll just give him a plane.And I really like this way.Now you can shut up, okay I'm not here to chat!
You don't like it, do you?When people talk about your boyfriend?
Can I ask you the other way around, how does your wife lick your dick every night?Do you think this is appropriate?
Charles still repeatedly asked her about the secrets of her boudoir with her fiancé and insisted that it was taken for granted.
The strange hostility in their sexual relationship attracted Max's interest, and he believed that the aggression they showed with each other could only have one explanation: they were disgusted with the temptation they had experienced, because this temptation was not accompanied by any tenderness.
And I, Max, suddenly thought, was different.Mom and me, we...
He hesitated whether to propose his ideas.
What are us?
Do we love each other?
He shrugged, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, and he felt more relaxed when he focused on what was happening in the treatment room.
The physiotherapist applied a green ointment to his glans.
This is a special menthol cream that you will see, it is better than Vaseline; it will make you feel cool and fresh at first, but afterwards, I won't tell you...
The moaning, hoarse, almost hysterical girl who was playing on the table was completely different from the girl who had been so controlled and teasing her younger brother, who had abused her abusively shot the general's son.
Charles did what he wanted to do indifferently, doing whatever he wanted to Lorraine.
He seemed to be taking a methodical revenge on her, as if he was punishing her for bringing her happiness and enjoying it with her.
He turned her viciously over like a pancake, she would stumble on the ground with her butt wide open so that he could enjoy her from behind; then he passed through the front, she would whimper in a monotonous, ecstatic voice, grab his shoulder; he pulled out from time to time, pressing his cock against her face, and let her suck his cock with her lips, she greedily wrapped her mouth, closed her eyes, and dripping sweat on her face.
Max had never seen his sister in such a state.
She looked dazed.
Finally, Charles brought her a turbid sauce for her to suck. She sobbed, arched her body, excited and satisfied, leaving only the back of her neck and high heels against the table.
The next moment, they sat side by side at the table smoking cigarettes.All the excitement disappeared, like two roommates.
Damn, it feels good, Lorene commented soberly, throwing the cigarette butt from her hand into the garden, forcing her brother to squat down at the last moment.
But you still have to wax my legs, right?And, not paying you doesn't mean you can mess up your work and be perfunctory.Do you understand?I want you to do it with hot wax instead of what chemically synthesized junk like last time.It caused me to have an allergic reaction…it made me feel erythema all over my body for a week!
Nothing interesting to collect, Max returned to his garden.
Far from a distance, he saw his mother swinging on the hammock with a towel covering her face to protect against mosquitoes.
For a moment, he felt she was naked, and then he realized she was wearing a flesh-colored swimsuit he didn't recognize, the fabric of which was elastic and made her look like skin.
He hesitated for a moment, wanting to go over and stay with her for a while, but his sister could come back at any time... and the commander stopped snoring.
You can hear him type his Memoir of the Guards on his old typewriter, an old and old object he rescued from the remaining supplies of the army, and whenever the carriage reaches its end, it sounds like a bicycle.
Max returned to his own room, coaxed by the sound of scrap metal from Underwood, and fell asleep as a bit of wood.
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Max woke up at sunset, awakened from a slightly gloomy dream by Cathy's sharp laughter.
With a sticky mouth, he glanced out the window.
Charles and his wife had just arrived.
What made Cathy smile was Bea wearing a Lycra swimsuit.
She had just gotten out of the sleeping hammock and walked over staggeringly, barely covering her chest with the newspaper, and covering her lower abdomen with one hand, like the Venus statue of Botticelli.
What is this?But this is absolutely indecent!Charles said, wide open his eyes.
Did you see it, Cathy?This is even worse than her naked body!
The commander mumbled and complained, completely agreeing with Charles.
It was Lyca, explains Bea, continuing to cover up her figure;
It's really elastic!I went to change my clothes, it was indeed a bit too tight, and I didn't realize it at first!
Charles rubbed his eyes funnyly in the sneer, and in fact the swimsuit was ugly to Biya's body curves.
Meanwhile, the overly elastic tights compressed her into a gangue-like presence, which sharpened her waist to make it look slimmer, tightening her to form an hourglass-shaped figure, giving her breasts and hips a nearly comical way.
The cramped breasts look like fabric that is about to crack.
I brought some Algerian anise wine, and Charles told the commander that it would be endless.
And I brought, crushed olives and fennel, said Casey, I bought it at the Algerian market, in Lagarde Frennett!
They sat down and Maria brought the cup, the sweetness of the anise wine rose to Max's window, but he was no longer there, and he hid himself in the corridor and looked at his mother.
He immediately whispered her as she passed under him in a terrible elastic swimsuit.
She raised her head.
He held a finger in front of her lips and waved her over.
She glanced at the balcony, then removed her tuck and climbed up the stairs.
Her deceptive firm breasts look like a rubber statue.
What do you want to do?I have to go down and be with them, you look like you just woke up.Your eyes are red!
You too... let me take a look at this tights...
did you like it?Oh, it looks indecent and frivolous, right?
Max pulled down her shoulder pads, revealing her mother's smooth breasts, and her breasts were immediately freed from the bondage, blooming on the raised bust, returning to their usual shape and volume. He stroked the pair of elastic soft orbs, and couldn't help but bend down to kiss them greedily.
I love the proximity of this; it makes them more real!
His mother pouted delicately.
There is no need for restraint, I am worried that they will fall sooner or later, won’t it?Don't you think so?
I don't think so.Besides, they won't fall off at all!
Biya arched her body, making their curves bent and droop slightly, and he took turns to eat his nipples into his mouth and sucked them one by one.
You can hear the laughter of several people downstairs coming from the open window, and the fragrance of fennel wine ripples in the room.
I had to go downstairs, his mom sighed.
Be good...baby.
Did you see it, Cathy?(It's Lorraine's voice) Your husband waxed my calves!Re-select with hot wax!He always cared for him, didn’t he?He also helped me polish them to remove dead skin!My whole body is very smooth, like a brand new coin!Even under my armpit!
Oh, we know he is an artist, said Cathy, the lady of the physiotherapist, in a rather calm tone, and he does this when he encounters a subject that inspires him!
Then an angel came in and the commander told another anecdote that everyone had long remembered.
A battle story trapped in Algiers Casbah.
And how innocent lives were saved due to his outstanding personal calmness and calmness.
Let me appreciate how it shapes you?Hold your hand high, I am not Charles, but I have the right to see it.
As if reluctant, Biya slowly turned her back to her son, showing him her mature and sexy buttocks.
Lycra clings to her smooth, round buttocks like varnish, penetrating the grooves of the crotch and sticking to the anus, looking from the front, to the triangular hump-like bulge of the genitals, it fits so tightly that one can see the lip-like edges on both sides of the middle crack.
Come here, come...
He pulled her to the window, and for the sake of seeing more clearly, he knelt in front of her.
He was about to begin to feel his mother's physical testimony as a woman and was ready to explore the organs that represented the woman on her body.
He asked the mother standing in front of the window to open her thighs, and Biya's legs were spreading a wide gap for her son.
This is Lycra!It has to be very flexible, have you seen it?Maybe...you've seen too much...didn't you?
Lycra?Like the product of an anti-racist alliance.If you walk around the city wearing something like this, surely all the blacks, all the Arabs will immediately rush to you!This is a thing that will cause riots!
I don't think I'll have the courage to wear it anymore, Bea sighed.
I shouldn't have bought it, but the salesperson put it on me and said it was Austria's latest fashion clothing brand... I was obsessed with it for a moment...
Then he did that, just like the last time he treated her wearing a pair of underwear.
He used a finger to tuck Lycra's tights into his mother's vagina bit by bit.
As the vagina spreads and swallows it, the size of the tights wraps shrinks and smaller, revealing the sex sweet lips on both sides.
He gave his mother the same treatment from behind, stuffing elastic fabric into her asshole, which completely exposed her round big butt.
She stood there, twisting her thighs like a clumsy duck, leaning one hand against the windowsill, listening carefully to the conversations of people on the balcony. The inexplicable excitement that violated morality made her tremble all over, like a vicious little girl being secretly molested by an adult.
(It's just the opposite: although she may be passive, she's an adult!)
You are so perverted, Max!
He rubbed her clitoris with elastic fabric, stretched the Lycra tights out of his mother's vagina, pulled it aside, and exposed the entire genitals, which once again showed red flesh due to the friction of the Lycra tights.
The tip of his tongue shot into her wet pubic hair.
I have to leave, son...
He sucked her clitoris.
This made her fall into silence and not move anymore.
His hands slid under Lycra's tights, kneading her ass, where he kept licking and sucking.
For some reason, Biya suddenly thought of the wild dogs that she had seen back and forth on the roadside in the field. When the estrus period came, there was always such a male dog, who had tirelessly extended his wet nose to the bitch's crotch to smell... She grabbed Lycra's tights with her hands and pulled them aside, then bent her knees to spread her thighs wider. Isn't her son just such a vicious dog now? Since he likes to smell and lick his mother's crotch, which is full of fishy smell, he simply let go and fulfill him.
I want to lick your asshole, too, turn it over.
No, I kept sweating in the hammock, mom…it was very dirty!
Despite saying this, she turned around and took away the Lycra tights.
The son took her hips open with both hands and licked her asshole with his tongue; the acidic sweat first stimulated the taste buds on his tongue, and then another more bitter taste came.
Oh, I feel so disgusting and dirty!his mother moaned.
Do not move.Stay like this!
Her body leaned forward, holding her hands on the window ridge; Max followed her mother Bea, pulled off her lycra tights, letting it scatter all over the ground in an instant, her plump buttocks were visible, and her buttocks were covered with saliva, the anus of the chrysanthemum-shaped vagina had already surrendered.
He exerted a little force and the glans slipped in like a suppository.
My mother's anus buds were completely blooming, swallowing his penis greedily, and then tightened, as if conquered by regret again.
He had to grab her buttocks and pull her roughly close to him, so that his testicles were also tightly pressed against his mother's butt. It seemed that he would not be able to successfully enter her body without this and completely occupy her mother's charming body.
Child rape mother!Realizing this fact made his chest burning heart beat faster, the feeling of the most despicable and dirty behavior was at least as excited as the real touch of the docking part of the burning rectum that belonged to his mother's body that wrapped his cock.
Just like every time he held her butt, he was surprised to find that the entrance to his mother's butt was strangled by his cock, but the inside was so wide, gentle, so sweet, even smoother than the vaginal mucosa.
Suddenly, he came and went, and he gradually entered the state of bliss.
Her breasts were violently shaking back and forth due to the impact of her body. The adrenaline surge brought light and hallucinatory pleasure that drowned her. Biya let her son drive her to control like a female creature in estrus sacrifice, noticing that every collision he brought would push her into danger closer to the window.
Suddenly, she realized that her body was poking out, her fingers were tensed, and her body stiffened so that the movements of her head would not reveal the twitching caused by anal insertion, and the twitch became more and more intense as Max was about to reach the critical point of orgasm ejaculation.
Mother?Lorraine shouted, she had seen her.
Are you in Max's room?Is he awake?
His mother was not lost.But he was scared very much, and his cock was still stuck deep in his mother's asshole.
Yes, he is taking a shower and he will come down.So, is this fennel wine delicious?
Famous scholar, come down!Cathy shouted.
We are all waiting for you.Do you know?The castle will have a light show tonight and a costume dance.We will walk together like tourists?
Carefully, Biya took a step back.
Her son's dick was so hard in her asshole that it felt like a piece of wood.
He ejaculated as he kneaded her breasts, and she bit her lip and stopped herself from moaning.
He then retreated and entered the shower, while she went downstairs to her room to change her clothes.
The meal was very happy.
This time, Max felt one with them.
He no longer showed more jealousy to his mother and sister Lorraine's bystanders.
She gave him her ass, she let him play with it, enjoy it, she accepted it.
He told himself that she belonged to him, much more than anyone else, even for the commander, who had never had anal sex with her.
After the meal, he almost wanted to go for a walk on the hill with them and walk into the ruins of the castle illuminated by the spotlight, where a medieval sound and light performance will be held.
But he would rather stay in his room at the thought that he would have to share his mom with others.
Waiting for her alone.
Waiting, when you are sure that the person you are waiting for will come, even if it is already very late, waiting, this torture can also become a wonderful enjoyment.
Therefore, he watched them leave without regrets.Everyone lined up, the commander walked in front, with his daughter, his mother in the middle, holding Charles' arm, and Cathy walked in the end.
He helped Maria clean up her cutlery and other small things.
Then, when Maria left, he went upstairs and returned to his room, standing in front of the window like Sister Anne, waiting for his mother to return.
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Intuition tells him that his mother would come back before the others; his premonition did not deceive him; he stayed in front of the window for less than an hour when he heard the door creaking; he saw his mother's long figure walking along the aisle.
Then, she looked up at the window.
I know you will wait for me!She whispered.
Why is my mother's speech almost whispering?
Because they are all lonely.
But it cannot be ruled out, such whispers will be exciting; whispers, hidden things are even more exciting.
So he whispered like his mother.
I know you know.
She stroked her hair with her hands, a little embarrassed. In her opinion, this was a change in the situation..
You see, you're not wrong.Max said unnecessary that his heart was beating violently, like a lover who was trapped in a passionate love.
I've been waiting for you!
Do you want me to go up?
What a problem!And why did my mother use such a shy voice, and...yes, that's the word, is it guilty?Could it be that she is embarrassed to speak out?
Yes, come up.But first, I took off all my naked clothes.
She just hesitated for a moment, after glanced at the therapist's villa; she pulled her skirt over her head, unbuttoned her bra and took off her panties.
Wear shoes!
She couldn't help but smiled slightly, her usual evil and lustful appearance!
She allows herself to be admired, appreciated, and envied.
Her skirt and lingerie were in her hands, and she entered the house and climbed up the stairs.
He came to the stairwell just to watch his naked mother walk up.
I can do whatever I want to do to you, right?We are lonely and you can scream if you want.
Hearing such a straightforward hint, Biya couldn't help but blush.
A warm sex smell emanated from her.
Stood in suspicion, he immediately touched his mother's thighs.
She is moist.
A strange thought flashed through his mind; did she do anything over the ruins of the castle?
She once subconsciously glanced at the therapist's house...
You're wet.Mother.
He searched her female reproductive organs.
It's all because of you.Oh, so bad I'll be punished…I can't stop because I've been thinking about what you and I'm doing.
So do me.Look at how hard it is!You made me work so hard, mom!While waiting for you in front of the window, I couldn't help but think about what we were going to do!
She picked up the cock he handed to her, pulled the glans out of her foreskin, and knelt down and sucked a little.
Then she thought of urinating when she had it, so he came over to see her mother peeing.
She squatted on the floor, spreading her thighs wide so that he could see how her urine was spewing and what her mother looked like to pee.
He wiped it clean with paper.
They got into bed and hugged each other nakedly.
The moon leaned against the window, letting the mother and son bathe in the faint pale moonlight.
How do you want your mother to hug you?
He turned on the bedside lamp and wanted to watch the process of his intercourse with his mother. The moonlight was too poetic and its light was not bright enough.
I lay on my back like this, you lay on me like you were on all fours... No, that's not the case.I mean the direction...your body is opposite to me, another way, that meaning...
She squatted on him, her breasts shaking like her breasts, her head towards the foot of the bed, her eyes wide open.
Mom's hairy genitals bloomed above his eyes, and it moved slowly down irresistibly.
Mom's mouth wrapped around his penis; he hugged her hips and spread them out; she pressed her pussy against her son's mouth, and Max's nose tip pushed into her anus.
For a long time, they sucked each other greedily, swallowed each other, and fed each other.
She put a finger into her mother's asshole, and her mother would do the same to him.
They twisted their fingers and repeatedly inserted and pulled them out.
From time to time, she raised her butt a little, and he stared at this ugly and terrifying part, a wound that women would never heal, which medieval monks called the cloaca, the gutter, the unclean holy grail.
His eyes were filled with it, and he pulled her butt and pressed his lips on it, sucking it like a baby breastfeeding and sucking his mother's breasts.
They enjoyed their orgasm in this way, and his mother screamed, making the same beastly hoarse voice as she was under the commander's attack.
They fell asleep in a daze and woke up again.
What made them feel relieved was that the other rooms were still empty.
You can still hear the roar of bands coming from the castle on the hill and the lively firecrackers of the children in the alleys; the party is still in full swing.
They lay side by side on sweaty sheets.Max's head rested on his mother's shoulders and she held him and gently stroked his chest.
Your skin is as smooth as a girl's.
Oh, this won't last!
He turned his head and turned over, their lips colliding together.
As they separated, Max felt something he didn't want to say rushed out of his mouth.
He knew he was wrong, but he just couldn't control it anymore.
He confessed to his mom that he loved her.
She didn't seem to understand.There was no slight turbulence.He just barely hugged him tighter.
So do I, my dear.I love you too!
But she continued.
These...the things we do, both of us, are nothing because the weather is too hot.We will forget about this, you will see... Don't blame me, Max!I'm weak, I've always been weak... in this regard.But I still love you as much as before.
Max frowned.
I love you, mom, this is different from the one I loved you before.I don't intend to forget these things.I hope we can keep doing these things and keep doing them.
He felt his mother get cold in a nearly undetectable way.
Max.
I love you very much, don’t you understand?
She remained silent, her whole body frozen by a look of rejection.
You are my son, Max!
so what?I'm very suitable for you, isn't it?
But…that’s sex, Max.This is wrong, just...it's just sex...it's like having a cold...it'll be cured!When school starts in the fall, you won’t think about it anymore!
To me, it's more than sex.I love you all, all.
She smiled slightly depressedly.
Max, all the little boys want to marry their mom, you know.But when they grow up, they won't marry their mother.They are too old, their mom, when they grow up.
She gently held him in her arms.He put his hands on her genitals.She immediately spread her thighs, tamely, and changed her own voice
You want to be a pig again, huh?Be with your ugly mom?
He groped through her sex cracks and his clitoris was awakening.
Oh my God, is this everything my mother cares about?
Is this all that mom is interested in?
She did this to her son, in fact, like any other asshole she picked up in Cavalaire!
She will do the same with them.
Infinite despair drowned him, and he shed tears.
She was frightened and held him in front of her chest.
Max...Max...My little man, my own little guy...Your mom is an ugly woman...oh, I love you, I love you too, you know, naughty little boy!
He didn't believe her.
Well, she loved him, of course, just like she loved Lorraine, but it wasn't the way he wanted to be loved.
However, he accepted cowardly, accepted deception, and accepted comfort.
Just like when he was a kid, his mom leaned over him when he was sad, while gently and excitedly clamping his nipples between his lips for him to suck.
She would take care of him like this for a long time.
Until he stopped crying, but sucked her breasts.
He returned to his calm, feeling good, he was sucking, like a baby; but as she sootheed him with one hand, between his thighs, she touched a hard thread.
She held it with courage.
Max groaned, biting her breasts.
You want your mother to lick you too, right? Pig?She made fun of him.
He shook his head.
She wanted to take her hand away, but he grabbed her and put her hand back and they stayed together like that; Max snuggled up to her, holding her mother's breasts in his mouth, and Mom Bea's hand wrapped around his cock.
She could tell him what she wanted, he knew, everything he was going through, he knew, it was his love.
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He sat up from the bed, sweating profusely.
His heart was beating so hard that he could hear his ears buzzing.
No, it was not a nightmare, and the sound that woke him up continued.
This bitch!
Angry tears burned his eyelids.
It was indeed his mother Biya who was moaning. The monotonous and regular angers and resentment came one after another, and her moans became louder and sharper, mixed with hoarse, vague obscene words and obscene encouragement. Then suddenly, the sound broke and disappeared like a column of water falling from the stream. What disappeared together was the dull slap from the abdomen... The joking laugh of the old commander and the grievances of the young woman rose in the silence of the night.
After that, nothing was left.He imagined two sweaty bodies intertwined, his father indulging in his naked, open body, soaked in pleasant sweat.
Bitch, bitch!
She did this again!
Anger made his stomach feel cold and he was about to freeze.
When is it now?
He looked at the phosphorescent dial of his alarm clock.
Three-twenty at midnight.
He thought of his sister who was attending the celebration dance, and she must have a seat in the front row.
Will she masturbate secretly while listening to them?
He seemed to see again, on the physiotherapist's desk, the evil middle-aged man pinched her clitoris and her nipples with instrument pliers.
Both mother and daughter are like this, they are the same lewd and debauchery; two hysterical women.
He stepped on one foot on the ground.
What if he went to his parents' room now to take a look?
Maybe my sister Lorraine hasn't come back yet.
He recalled the annoying noise when the commander's father returned home from the mountain before going to bed.
Charles and Cathy proposed to invite Lorraine to join them in St. Tropez to continue having fun after midnight after the historic celebrations.
He overheard his father, who had returned from the castle event, told his mother about the incident.
Then the commander was excited about going out at night and triggering his appetite, and one person went to the kitchen with high interest to make ham and fried eggs.
At this time, he was exhausted and fell asleep quickly.
His mom sucked him so hard that Max couldn't get an erection.His glans was soaked in the blood and almost turned black.The same goes for his chest.
He expressed love with his mother, and she was only interested in sucking each other.
He hesitated and moved slowly downstairs like a snail.
His father snored like thunder, and he knew the characteristics of the commander's father; emptying his ammunition was like nothing happened, unconscious.
And you, maybe you don't like to bother him, mom?
Then pistol?
And suck it?
Are you sure this is love?
He murmured to himself, unscrewed the door of his sister Lorraine's room.
The bed was empty and very neat, and the folded quilt had no signs of being opened.
My sister may not come back until the morning.
There was a gurgling sound of running water in the bathroom.
The bathroom is directly accessible from his sister's bedroom.
He turned the handle and opened the door.
His mother was squatting naked on the bathtub, inserting the large black nozzle of the syringe into her vagina.
The weapon that caused the crime!
Her eyes widened, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she looked at her son.
He was equally naked, shamelessly erect, pointing his glans to her face.
He...he thought... Biya stuttered and said almost begging.
I promise you, Max, I don't want to...I don't know what's wrong with him now...
She didn't dare to squeeze the syringe anymore and pulled out the cannula; a love juice jam slowly slid between her buttocks.
We woke you up, right?She asked with a slight gaze.
She closed her thighs in shame, not knowing how to deal with the syringe next.
You shouldn't keep standing there, Max!
He fell asleep.Didn't you hear him snoring?
But your sister... may come back at any time...
We could hear the sound of the car parked outside in advance.
The son and mother stared at each other.
You hate me, right?
Will they make you scream like this?Or is this not allowed to cater to dad?
His mother, abandoned her private bathtub, got up and wrapped herself in a bathrobe, and placed the syringe in the bathtub.
This is to make him hurry up, she whispered, not daring to look at her son even at once.
If I don't shout, he...he will never end.So I yelled, even though I didn't feel anything, it would make him cum quickly.He is very old, Max...I don't want to make him tired...I don't want to hurt his heart...
She spread her hands and made an avoidant gesture.
Should he trust her?
Is she really just performing, deliberately yelling to shorten the time for couples to have sex?
In that case, she is an actress with great acting skills!
Her false acting talent can be used with ease!
Namoro (a famous French movie star) could put on her clothes and leave the set and lose his job... yet he could still hear deep snaps in his ears, mixed with gasping whispers and upset moans.
Don't treat me as a fool, okay?
He despised his mother's tricks, but he realized with surprise that despising her would make him excited.
His love is retreating, but what follows is that he desires her more than before.
In a dizzy situation, he had a premonition of his future and his mother: the more she was, the more susceptible he was to her mercy.
Come on, mom, he whispered, come to Lorraine's room.
She immediately understood what he wanted to do.
But...firstly I have to...
She pointed to her lower body that she needed to clean.
No need to be that trouble…we mix dad’s sperm…after all, we are a family, right?
Not that, Max, not that.Don't be in your sister's bed...
Do you want us to go to the bed in your and dad’s bedroom?I bet I can fuck you next to my dad and promise not to wake him up!Unless you want to end up yelling soon, of course!But you should choose to be patient.
After being defeated by his son's ridicule, Biya followed her son into Lorraine's bedroom.
He had no pity for her loss and distress, but only had the same dirty feeling as she was.
What's more, she wasn't so embarrassed that she was at a loss.
As a good mother who has always been competent, she has never forgotten to prepare a towel and carefully spread it on her daughter's bed to prevent her and her son from dirtying the sheets.
He pushed his mother down directly on the bed, and she raised her knees and opened her thighs.
The commander's semen was dripping from her vagina.
She closed her eyes so she didn't have to face the eyes her son was watching.
No need to scream, when you are with me!Max whispered and sneered in his mother Bea's ear, then inserted his cock.
As she let out a low moan, she grabbed his shoulders and her lower body greedily pressed against him, her vagina covered in sticky semen, sucking his cock like a suction cup.God, it's so wonderful!
Mom, do you feel it?Of course, it is not as big as Dad!
Oh, I still like it, my dear.You can arouse my sexual desire more than your dad!
This kind of conversation is crazy.
The pleasure of feeling his mother's sexual organs being holed up by him, being robbed by him, and being defiled by him has filled his heart with endless happiness.
He wants to tear his mother apart and smash it completely.
She greeted the turmoil he brought, stroking his back in a hurry and stiff manner.
The mother and son whispered, listening to the regular snoring of the old king who was ridiculed by them.
You are a prostitute, mom, you know, right?
Oh, my sweetheart, she said (she hugged him affectionately, sucking her son's cock inside deeply), I'm your whore.I have always been like this. She changed her son's familiar gentle voice and confessed to her son in an extremely lewd and seductive tone.
I have no choice, Max.I can do nothing about it.
Well, that's okay... Anyway, I like it... When you were a nurse in Algeria, you had such a beautiful taste that anyone would taste you one by one, huh?I bet you and all the officers have been in bed.As we all know, in the army, nurses are officers' prostitutes...
She touched his testicles; they were as compact as immature peaches, still green.
She stroked his anus.
He licked her neck and pounded his penis inside her, with a rustling sound.
She was crazy about her son's body, absolutely crazy.
This is my blood, she thought.
This is my body.She couldn't let go of her son.
He reminded her of cousin Henry!
Sometimes, their similarity is staggering.
Henry, her evil cousin, made a big fuss when he was with the boys…he claimed she belonged to him.
It's very exciting for you, um, dirty child, thinking of something like me?
This is exactly what she once said to her cousin!The same words, the same tone, exactly the same!
Yes, I feel excited when I think of you giving your big ass to everyone.(This is the answer her cousin can give her!) I bet they didn't even take off their pants, and her son continued, they just had to put their dick into your asshole… Daddy is like everyone else.But he married you; you must always stick your butt and let him fuck you and please him.
Oh, you're so bad...Max!(She stopped herself in time, and she almost blurted out Henry instead of Max!)…Saying this kind of thing…to your mom…(to your little cousin!)
Instinctively, she found the strange childish voice in childhood games.
Do you like my gameplay at that time?Her son whispered, masturbate with his underwear.
She nodded affirmatively.This is exactly the trick and vicious means that her cousin would come up with.
And that lycra tights?
Like...you're so perverted, Max...
They aren't that smart in Algeria, are they?They just want to stuff it into your ass!Say, have you slept with several people at the same time?It seems they do the same in the military.A nurse cared for three or four people in a room.Have they given you money?You confuse business with entertainment, right?
Shut up!
It seems that it has evoked your memories!
Biya breathed in a breathless way, her mind filled with dirty images, everything mixed in her heart, her dirty love in Algeria, the game her cousin forced her to play when their parents were away, and here, at this moment, her own son was indulging in her, stammeringly saying disgusting things.
He put two fingers into her asshole.
The commander was snoring.
There was a toad singing under the window.
A dirty ecstasy made Biya's voice tremble.
Oh, my son, you are so perverted, my dear.
He is even more lewd than his cousin Henry!
Max suddenly stopped moving.The toad just quieted down.Why does it stop making noise?
Come on, sweetheart, his almost delirium moan moaned, fuck me, don't be afraid; I won't scream...
She twisted her waist, rubbed her crotch against her son's lower body, and asked anxiously.
Max's eyes widened, and he could not see her as the door behind her slowly opened.
He hoped it was that cat.
An ugly castrated cat, as fat as a monk, was the domestic cat of the seamstress on the top of the mountain; it often came to visit them at night, wandering around and strolling around the house as if it were in its own home.
However, it was not the cat, but the sister Lorraine.
For a moment, the brother and brother looked at each other.
Their mother saw nothing.
She was hungry and anxious, and she grabbed the towel under her buttocks tightly.
Then Loreen closed the door silently.
Come on, Biya moaned, … fuck me hard…
He let the sperm gush out, and his mother eagerly, or in order not to scream, her warm lips sucking greedily on her son's mouth, her tongue lingering into her son's mouth as if to drink his breath and suck his soul, his life.
In her vagina, the son's sperm and father's sperm are fusing.
Don't clean yourself with that kind of thing, Max said as he left the room.
Stay inside your body...
Biya sat on the bath towel, putting one hand on herself at a loss, his mother hesitating.
He waited for her to return to her own couple's master bedroom and close the door to the room.
He waited for his mother to go to bed with his semen, and he waited for the moment when his mother's lower body was filled with his sperm and was next to her husband.
His sister smoked on the balcony.When she saw her younger brother walking towards her, she dropped the cigarette bomb in her hand.
Have you finished cleaning up your mess?Can I go to bed?
He shrugged.She walked past him in a rigid body.
Originally, you could do this outside of my bed!
We put a towel on it in advance and did not defile your holy virgin sheet!
She turned around, her face full of viciousness, and just about the venom to penetrate.
What if I told my dad everything I just saw, huh?She spat.
What benefits does this do you?
The two brothers stared at each other again without saying a word.
Finally, Lorraine walked away, leaving him alone, with the moon.
After a while, the seamstress's cat came to rub his calf.
It will not have all this trouble, because its thing has been castrated.
Will his sister go to their father to expose all this?
No, it's too hot, I can't sleep.I'm going to take a shower...
What about Max?Where is he?
The vague tone of suspicion panicked the latter under the bed, but his mother managed to escape successfully.
I have no idea.Biya yawned and sat down next to Lorraine.
He must have gone for a walk in the village!He can't stay in his room all the time!Don't tell your father!
Of course!
Max took a breath.
You came back from the beach so early.Normally...
Oh, I'm a little tired of it, I'll tell you.The sun, the sea, I've had enough of it, in Corsica... Then, in Escaret, there are gay and fat naked Teutonic people everywhere, they have varicose veins and their dicks... I'd rather go home.Come on, I'll take a shower with you. There is too much sand in my hair and everything sticks to salt!
They left the room and entered the bathroom.Lorraine raised her voice to cover the shower.
My legs are indeed furry and I think I need to go see Charles so he can hold me between two customers to receive me, would you like to go with me?
Oh no, the weather is too hot and I don’t want to waxing and remove hair.I'm going to the hammock and waiting for the evening to arrive!This heat wave is about to cause heat stroke.
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Max climbed out from under the bed and tiptoed through his parents' room to avoid passing through their bathroom with the door open.
He walked into the garden from behind.
His sister's casual tone made their mother go to Charles' house, which made him quite annoyed.
He drilled through the hedge hole and ran to his usual hiding place and hid.
He overlooked the treatment room.
The room was empty.
In his office next to him, the physiotherapist is pounding his Oliviti (a typewriter).
Someone told Max that physiotherapists have a special hobby of writing pornographic novels in their spare time.
However, this time Max didn't wait too long.
He heard his sister greeting Charles on the street.
The physiotherapist stood up, smoothed his hair from his temples, and left the office.
The next minute he appeared in the treatment room again, Lorraine walking in front, wearing her eternal chest wrap shirt and mini shorts.
They hugged each other affectionately, and the physiotherapist familiarly patted his young client's ass.
What would her needs be for this young and beautiful lady?Waist massage?Lymph drainage?Liposuction?Take off your pants, hurry up.Let me see your little butt, this is the only thing that interests me!
His sister smiled, with a prank expression on her face, took off her shorts, bare ass, and lay on the table.
Put your head on your elbow, fold your long grasshopper legs, spread your thighs apart, and make an inviting pose.
The physiotherapist leaned down and sniffed her mussels.
Well…it smells like the urine of a young girl, but it smells much better than patchouli…Okay…let’s see your pistil!
She pushed her belly with her hands and sucked her abdomen hard, and her large and protruding labia separated.
Beautiful meat crown, right here!Charles said, gently tapping her clitoris.
Say it, say it, you are drooling, my little beauty!My little baby.Are you hungry or something?Those girls don't slut for you like me, right?They don't know how to suck you at all, let's take a look at some of the situations in this?
The physiotherapist combed the velvet of Lorraine's mons pubis, flipped her labia, and pinched her clitoris.Lorraine's eyes drooped to her lower body's private parts, watching his series of operations.
Oh, I think sucking the clit is necessary, don't it?There is also a little extra anal massage, how do you feel when we do it?What did this pure bride say?Add a little extra anal massage as a reward, what do you think?What do this innocent fiancée thinks about this?
Max was shocked and incredible because he did the same thing to his mom just an hour ago, and he saw the physiotherapist pull out a pair of long tweezers and use them to tease his sister's clitoris.
Lorrene, half-opened, with the obsessive expression of girls who would show when masturbating, and began to climax, watching tamely as Charles inserted a finger into her asshole and pulled her clit with tweezers.
Did I care about you?
Indeed, but it doesn't matter...continue...
I think you're a masochist, huh?This is also due to the family’s genetic genes!
Don't talk to me about my mother, Charles, you know I never like it!Take what we give you... and become your personal capital for showing off!
OK, it's my fault!Follow your orders, Lorraine.Where do we start?What does this pure beauty like?Being sucked or being fucked?
Continue to hurt me...with tweezers...and my nipples...
Lorraine pinched her tight nostrils, took off her chest-wrapped shirt, lay down on her back, crossed her hands, and dedicated her breasts to delicious torture.
With the help of another pair of pliers, Charles began to torture her nipples while constantly tormenting her clitoris.
Surrendering to these two chrome tools, Lorraine's slender body was panting.
Suddenly, she raised her head, opened her mouth, and moaned loudly.
Her voice was as hoarse as her mother Bea, when the commander was holding his night party.
Putting away two chrome-plated instruments, the physiotherapist unbuttoned his white physician robe, naked, and then unquestionably grabbed Lorraine's thigh and dragged her to the edge of the table.
Where is it?Where do you want to put it?
The asshole, but it is a little dry, apply some Vaseline!
Do Xavier use Vaseline when fucking you?
First of all, he has never fucked me. Have you forgotten that we are already engaged?Xavier can't be allowed to sleep with his fiancée, you see, that's impossible!Do you know?
He won't fuck you?Is the only thing he can do is kiss?
Don't do this, Charles, I am his fiancée!The fiancée should be a virgin!
The physiotherapist smiled.
Well…virgin, are you?He can be that stupid!Look at your dirty and slutty eyes!I'm curious how you would get along with him?
If you don't want to know everything, I'll just give him a plane.And I really like this way.Now you can shut up, okay I'm not here to chat!
You don't like it, do you?When people talk about your boyfriend?
Can I ask you the other way around, how does your wife lick your dick every night?Do you think this is appropriate?
Charles still repeatedly asked her about the secrets of her boudoir with her fiancé and insisted that it was taken for granted.
The strange hostility in their sexual relationship attracted Max's interest, and he believed that the aggression they showed with each other could only have one explanation: they were disgusted with the temptation they had experienced, because this temptation was not accompanied by any tenderness.
And I, Max, suddenly thought, was different.Mom and me, we...
He hesitated whether to propose his ideas.
What are us?
Do we love each other?
He shrugged, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, and he felt more relaxed when he focused on what was happening in the treatment room.
The physiotherapist applied a green ointment to his glans.
This is a special menthol cream that you will see, it is better than Vaseline; it will make you feel cool and fresh at first, but afterwards, I won't tell you...
The moaning, hoarse, almost hysterical girl who was playing on the table was completely different from the girl who had been so controlled and teasing her younger brother, who had abused her abusively shot the general's son.
Charles did what he wanted to do indifferently, doing whatever he wanted to Lorraine.
He seemed to be taking a methodical revenge on her, as if he was punishing her for bringing her happiness and enjoying it with her.
He turned her viciously over like a pancake, she would stumble on the ground with her butt wide open so that he could enjoy her from behind; then he passed through the front, she would whimper in a monotonous, ecstatic voice, grab his shoulder; he pulled out from time to time, pressing his cock against her face, and let her suck his cock with her lips, she greedily wrapped her mouth, closed her eyes, and dripping sweat on her face.
Max had never seen his sister in such a state.
She looked dazed.
Finally, Charles brought her a turbid sauce for her to suck. She sobbed, arched her body, excited and satisfied, leaving only the back of her neck and high heels against the table.
The next moment, they sat side by side at the table smoking cigarettes.All the excitement disappeared, like two roommates.
Damn, it feels good, Lorene commented soberly, throwing the cigarette butt from her hand into the garden, forcing her brother to squat down at the last moment.
But you still have to wax my legs, right?And, not paying you doesn't mean you can mess up your work and be perfunctory.Do you understand?I want you to do it with hot wax instead of what chemically synthesized junk like last time.It caused me to have an allergic reaction…it made me feel erythema all over my body for a week!
Nothing interesting to collect, Max returned to his garden.
Far from a distance, he saw his mother swinging on the hammock with a towel covering her face to protect against mosquitoes.
For a moment, he felt she was naked, and then he realized she was wearing a flesh-colored swimsuit he didn't recognize, the fabric of which was elastic and made her look like skin.
He hesitated for a moment, wanting to go over and stay with her for a while, but his sister could come back at any time... and the commander stopped snoring.
You can hear him type his Memoir of the Guards on his old typewriter, an old and old object he rescued from the remaining supplies of the army, and whenever the carriage reaches its end, it sounds like a bicycle.
Max returned to his own room, coaxed by the sound of scrap metal from Underwood, and fell asleep as a bit of wood.
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Max woke up at sunset, awakened from a slightly gloomy dream by Cathy's sharp laughter.
With a sticky mouth, he glanced out the window.
Charles and his wife had just arrived.
What made Cathy smile was Bea wearing a Lycra swimsuit.
She had just gotten out of the sleeping hammock and walked over staggeringly, barely covering her chest with the newspaper, and covering her lower abdomen with one hand, like the Venus statue of Botticelli.
What is this?But this is absolutely indecent!Charles said, wide open his eyes.
Did you see it, Cathy?This is even worse than her naked body!
The commander mumbled and complained, completely agreeing with Charles.
It was Lyca, explains Bea, continuing to cover up her figure;
It's really elastic!I went to change my clothes, it was indeed a bit too tight, and I didn't realize it at first!
Charles rubbed his eyes funnyly in the sneer, and in fact the swimsuit was ugly to Biya's body curves.
Meanwhile, the overly elastic tights compressed her into a gangue-like presence, which sharpened her waist to make it look slimmer, tightening her to form an hourglass-shaped figure, giving her breasts and hips a nearly comical way.
The cramped breasts look like fabric that is about to crack.
I brought some Algerian anise wine, and Charles told the commander that it would be endless.
And I brought, crushed olives and fennel, said Casey, I bought it at the Algerian market, in Lagarde Frennett!
They sat down and Maria brought the cup, the sweetness of the anise wine rose to Max's window, but he was no longer there, and he hid himself in the corridor and looked at his mother.
He immediately whispered her as she passed under him in a terrible elastic swimsuit.
She raised her head.
He held a finger in front of her lips and waved her over.
She glanced at the balcony, then removed her tuck and climbed up the stairs.
Her deceptive firm breasts look like a rubber statue.
What do you want to do?I have to go down and be with them, you look like you just woke up.Your eyes are red!
You too... let me take a look at this tights...
did you like it?Oh, it looks indecent and frivolous, right?
Max pulled down her shoulder pads, revealing her mother's smooth breasts, and her breasts were immediately freed from the bondage, blooming on the raised bust, returning to their usual shape and volume. He stroked the pair of elastic soft orbs, and couldn't help but bend down to kiss them greedily.
I love the proximity of this; it makes them more real!
His mother pouted delicately.
There is no need for restraint, I am worried that they will fall sooner or later, won’t it?Don't you think so?
I don't think so.Besides, they won't fall off at all!
Biya arched her body, making their curves bent and droop slightly, and he took turns to eat his nipples into his mouth and sucked them one by one.
You can hear the laughter of several people downstairs coming from the open window, and the fragrance of fennel wine ripples in the room.
I had to go downstairs, his mom sighed.
Be good...baby.
Did you see it, Cathy?(It's Lorraine's voice) Your husband waxed my calves!Re-select with hot wax!He always cared for him, didn’t he?He also helped me polish them to remove dead skin!My whole body is very smooth, like a brand new coin!Even under my armpit!
Oh, we know he is an artist, said Cathy, the lady of the physiotherapist, in a rather calm tone, and he does this when he encounters a subject that inspires him!
Then an angel came in and the commander told another anecdote that everyone had long remembered.
A battle story trapped in Algiers Casbah.
And how innocent lives were saved due to his outstanding personal calmness and calmness.
Let me appreciate how it shapes you?Hold your hand high, I am not Charles, but I have the right to see it.
As if reluctant, Biya slowly turned her back to her son, showing him her mature and sexy buttocks.
Lycra clings to her smooth, round buttocks like varnish, penetrating the grooves of the crotch and sticking to the anus, looking from the front, to the triangular hump-like bulge of the genitals, it fits so tightly that one can see the lip-like edges on both sides of the middle crack.
Come here, come...
He pulled her to the window, and for the sake of seeing more clearly, he knelt in front of her.
He was about to begin to feel his mother's physical testimony as a woman and was ready to explore the organs that represented the woman on her body.
He asked the mother standing in front of the window to open her thighs, and Biya's legs were spreading a wide gap for her son.
This is Lycra!It has to be very flexible, have you seen it?Maybe...you've seen too much...didn't you?
Lycra?Like the product of an anti-racist alliance.If you walk around the city wearing something like this, surely all the blacks, all the Arabs will immediately rush to you!This is a thing that will cause riots!
I don't think I'll have the courage to wear it anymore, Bea sighed.
I shouldn't have bought it, but the salesperson put it on me and said it was Austria's latest fashion clothing brand... I was obsessed with it for a moment...
Then he did that, just like the last time he treated her wearing a pair of underwear.
He used a finger to tuck Lycra's tights into his mother's vagina bit by bit.
As the vagina spreads and swallows it, the size of the tights wraps shrinks and smaller, revealing the sex sweet lips on both sides.
He gave his mother the same treatment from behind, stuffing elastic fabric into her asshole, which completely exposed her round big butt.
She stood there, twisting her thighs like a clumsy duck, leaning one hand against the windowsill, listening carefully to the conversations of people on the balcony. The inexplicable excitement that violated morality made her tremble all over, like a vicious little girl being secretly molested by an adult.
(It's just the opposite: although she may be passive, she's an adult!)
You are so perverted, Max!
He rubbed her clitoris with elastic fabric, stretched the Lycra tights out of his mother's vagina, pulled it aside, and exposed the entire genitals, which once again showed red flesh due to the friction of the Lycra tights.
The tip of his tongue shot into her wet pubic hair.
I have to leave, son...
He sucked her clitoris.
This made her fall into silence and not move anymore.
His hands slid under Lycra's tights, kneading her ass, where he kept licking and sucking.
For some reason, Biya suddenly thought of the wild dogs that she had seen back and forth on the roadside in the field. When the estrus period came, there was always such a male dog, who had tirelessly extended his wet nose to the bitch's crotch to smell... She grabbed Lycra's tights with her hands and pulled them aside, then bent her knees to spread her thighs wider. Isn't her son just such a vicious dog now? Since he likes to smell and lick his mother's crotch, which is full of fishy smell, he simply let go and fulfill him.
I want to lick your asshole, too, turn it over.
No, I kept sweating in the hammock, mom…it was very dirty!
Despite saying this, she turned around and took away the Lycra tights.
The son took her hips open with both hands and licked her asshole with his tongue; the acidic sweat first stimulated the taste buds on his tongue, and then another more bitter taste came.
Oh, I feel so disgusting and dirty!his mother moaned.
Do not move.Stay like this!
Her body leaned forward, holding her hands on the window ridge; Max followed her mother Bea, pulled off her lycra tights, letting it scatter all over the ground in an instant, her plump buttocks were visible, and her buttocks were covered with saliva, the anus of the chrysanthemum-shaped vagina had already surrendered.
He exerted a little force and the glans slipped in like a suppository.
My mother's anus buds were completely blooming, swallowing his penis greedily, and then tightened, as if conquered by regret again.
He had to grab her buttocks and pull her roughly close to him, so that his testicles were also tightly pressed against his mother's butt. It seemed that he would not be able to successfully enter her body without this and completely occupy her mother's charming body.
Child rape mother!Realizing this fact made his chest burning heart beat faster, the feeling of the most despicable and dirty behavior was at least as excited as the real touch of the docking part of the burning rectum that belonged to his mother's body that wrapped his cock.
Just like every time he held her butt, he was surprised to find that the entrance to his mother's butt was strangled by his cock, but the inside was so wide, gentle, so sweet, even smoother than the vaginal mucosa.
Suddenly, he came and went, and he gradually entered the state of bliss.
Her breasts were violently shaking back and forth due to the impact of her body. The adrenaline surge brought light and hallucinatory pleasure that drowned her. Biya let her son drive her to control like a female creature in estrus sacrifice, noticing that every collision he brought would push her into danger closer to the window.
Suddenly, she realized that her body was poking out, her fingers were tensed, and her body stiffened so that the movements of her head would not reveal the twitching caused by anal insertion, and the twitch became more and more intense as Max was about to reach the critical point of orgasm ejaculation.
Mother?Lorraine shouted, she had seen her.
Are you in Max's room?Is he awake?
His mother was not lost.But he was scared very much, and his cock was still stuck deep in his mother's asshole.
Yes, he is taking a shower and he will come down.So, is this fennel wine delicious?
Famous scholar, come down!Cathy shouted.
We are all waiting for you.Do you know?The castle will have a light show tonight and a costume dance.We will walk together like tourists?
Carefully, Biya took a step back.
Her son's dick was so hard in her asshole that it felt like a piece of wood.
He ejaculated as he kneaded her breasts, and she bit her lip and stopped herself from moaning.
He then retreated and entered the shower, while she went downstairs to her room to change her clothes.
The meal was very happy.
This time, Max felt one with them.
He no longer showed more jealousy to his mother and sister Lorraine's bystanders.
She gave him her ass, she let him play with it, enjoy it, she accepted it.
He told himself that she belonged to him, much more than anyone else, even for the commander, who had never had anal sex with her.
After the meal, he almost wanted to go for a walk on the hill with them and walk into the ruins of the castle illuminated by the spotlight, where a medieval sound and light performance will be held.
But he would rather stay in his room at the thought that he would have to share his mom with others.
Waiting for her alone.
Waiting, when you are sure that the person you are waiting for will come, even if it is already very late, waiting, this torture can also become a wonderful enjoyment.
Therefore, he watched them leave without regrets.Everyone lined up, the commander walked in front, with his daughter, his mother in the middle, holding Charles' arm, and Cathy walked in the end.
He helped Maria clean up her cutlery and other small things.
Then, when Maria left, he went upstairs and returned to his room, standing in front of the window like Sister Anne, waiting for his mother to return.
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Intuition tells him that his mother would come back before the others; his premonition did not deceive him; he stayed in front of the window for less than an hour when he heard the door creaking; he saw his mother's long figure walking along the aisle.
Then, she looked up at the window.
I know you will wait for me!She whispered.
Why is my mother's speech almost whispering?
Because they are all lonely.
But it cannot be ruled out, such whispers will be exciting; whispers, hidden things are even more exciting.
So he whispered like his mother.
I know you know.
She stroked her hair with her hands, a little embarrassed. In her opinion, this was a change in the situation..
You see, you're not wrong.Max said unnecessary that his heart was beating violently, like a lover who was trapped in a passionate love.
I've been waiting for you!
Do you want me to go up?
What a problem!And why did my mother use such a shy voice, and...yes, that's the word, is it guilty?Could it be that she is embarrassed to speak out?
Yes, come up.But first, I took off all my naked clothes.
She just hesitated for a moment, after glanced at the therapist's villa; she pulled her skirt over her head, unbuttoned her bra and took off her panties.
Wear shoes!
She couldn't help but smiled slightly, her usual evil and lustful appearance!
She allows herself to be admired, appreciated, and envied.
Her skirt and lingerie were in her hands, and she entered the house and climbed up the stairs.
He came to the stairwell just to watch his naked mother walk up.
I can do whatever I want to do to you, right?We are lonely and you can scream if you want.
Hearing such a straightforward hint, Biya couldn't help but blush.
A warm sex smell emanated from her.
Stood in suspicion, he immediately touched his mother's thighs.
She is moist.
A strange thought flashed through his mind; did she do anything over the ruins of the castle?
She once subconsciously glanced at the therapist's house...
You're wet.Mother.
He searched her female reproductive organs.
It's all because of you.Oh, so bad I'll be punished…I can't stop because I've been thinking about what you and I'm doing.
So do me.Look at how hard it is!You made me work so hard, mom!While waiting for you in front of the window, I couldn't help but think about what we were going to do!
She picked up the cock he handed to her, pulled the glans out of her foreskin, and knelt down and sucked a little.
Then she thought of urinating when she had it, so he came over to see her mother peeing.
She squatted on the floor, spreading her thighs wide so that he could see how her urine was spewing and what her mother looked like to pee.
He wiped it clean with paper.
They got into bed and hugged each other nakedly.
The moon leaned against the window, letting the mother and son bathe in the faint pale moonlight.
How do you want your mother to hug you?
He turned on the bedside lamp and wanted to watch the process of his intercourse with his mother. The moonlight was too poetic and its light was not bright enough.
I lay on my back like this, you lay on me like you were on all fours... No, that's not the case.I mean the direction...your body is opposite to me, another way, that meaning...
She squatted on him, her breasts shaking like her breasts, her head towards the foot of the bed, her eyes wide open.
Mom's hairy genitals bloomed above his eyes, and it moved slowly down irresistibly.
Mom's mouth wrapped around his penis; he hugged her hips and spread them out; she pressed her pussy against her son's mouth, and Max's nose tip pushed into her anus.
For a long time, they sucked each other greedily, swallowed each other, and fed each other.
She put a finger into her mother's asshole, and her mother would do the same to him.
They twisted their fingers and repeatedly inserted and pulled them out.
From time to time, she raised her butt a little, and he stared at this ugly and terrifying part, a wound that women would never heal, which medieval monks called the cloaca, the gutter, the unclean holy grail.
His eyes were filled with it, and he pulled her butt and pressed his lips on it, sucking it like a baby breastfeeding and sucking his mother's breasts.
They enjoyed their orgasm in this way, and his mother screamed, making the same beastly hoarse voice as she was under the commander's attack.
They fell asleep in a daze and woke up again.
What made them feel relieved was that the other rooms were still empty.
You can still hear the roar of bands coming from the castle on the hill and the lively firecrackers of the children in the alleys; the party is still in full swing.
They lay side by side on sweaty sheets.Max's head rested on his mother's shoulders and she held him and gently stroked his chest.
Your skin is as smooth as a girl's.
Oh, this won't last!
He turned his head and turned over, their lips colliding together.
As they separated, Max felt something he didn't want to say rushed out of his mouth.
He knew he was wrong, but he just couldn't control it anymore.
He confessed to his mom that he loved her.
She didn't seem to understand.There was no slight turbulence.He just barely hugged him tighter.
So do I, my dear.I love you too!
But she continued.
These...the things we do, both of us, are nothing because the weather is too hot.We will forget about this, you will see... Don't blame me, Max!I'm weak, I've always been weak... in this regard.But I still love you as much as before.
Max frowned.
I love you, mom, this is different from the one I loved you before.I don't intend to forget these things.I hope we can keep doing these things and keep doing them.
He felt his mother get cold in a nearly undetectable way.
Max.
I love you very much, don’t you understand?
She remained silent, her whole body frozen by a look of rejection.
You are my son, Max!
so what?I'm very suitable for you, isn't it?
But…that’s sex, Max.This is wrong, just...it's just sex...it's like having a cold...it'll be cured!When school starts in the fall, you won’t think about it anymore!
To me, it's more than sex.I love you all, all.
She smiled slightly depressedly.
Max, all the little boys want to marry their mom, you know.But when they grow up, they won't marry their mother.They are too old, their mom, when they grow up.
She gently held him in her arms.He put his hands on her genitals.She immediately spread her thighs, tamely, and changed her own voice
You want to be a pig again, huh?Be with your ugly mom?
He groped through her sex cracks and his clitoris was awakening.
Oh my God, is this everything my mother cares about?
Is this all that mom is interested in?
She did this to her son, in fact, like any other asshole she picked up in Cavalaire!
She will do the same with them.
Infinite despair drowned him, and he shed tears.
She was frightened and held him in front of her chest.
Max...Max...My little man, my own little guy...Your mom is an ugly woman...oh, I love you, I love you too, you know, naughty little boy!
He didn't believe her.
Well, she loved him, of course, just like she loved Lorraine, but it wasn't the way he wanted to be loved.
However, he accepted cowardly, accepted deception, and accepted comfort.
Just like when he was a kid, his mom leaned over him when he was sad, while gently and excitedly clamping his nipples between his lips for him to suck.
She would take care of him like this for a long time.
Until he stopped crying, but sucked her breasts.
He returned to his calm, feeling good, he was sucking, like a baby; but as she sootheed him with one hand, between his thighs, she touched a hard thread.
She held it with courage.
Max groaned, biting her breasts.
You want your mother to lick you too, right? Pig?She made fun of him.
He shook his head.
She wanted to take her hand away, but he grabbed her and put her hand back and they stayed together like that; Max snuggled up to her, holding her mother's breasts in his mouth, and Mom Bea's hand wrapped around his cock.
She could tell him what she wanted, he knew, everything he was going through, he knew, it was his love.
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He sat up from the bed, sweating profusely.
His heart was beating so hard that he could hear his ears buzzing.
No, it was not a nightmare, and the sound that woke him up continued.
This bitch!
Angry tears burned his eyelids.
It was indeed his mother Biya who was moaning. The monotonous and regular angers and resentment came one after another, and her moans became louder and sharper, mixed with hoarse, vague obscene words and obscene encouragement. Then suddenly, the sound broke and disappeared like a column of water falling from the stream. What disappeared together was the dull slap from the abdomen... The joking laugh of the old commander and the grievances of the young woman rose in the silence of the night.
After that, nothing was left.He imagined two sweaty bodies intertwined, his father indulging in his naked, open body, soaked in pleasant sweat.
Bitch, bitch!
She did this again!
Anger made his stomach feel cold and he was about to freeze.
When is it now?
He looked at the phosphorescent dial of his alarm clock.
Three-twenty at midnight.
He thought of his sister who was attending the celebration dance, and she must have a seat in the front row.
Will she masturbate secretly while listening to them?
He seemed to see again, on the physiotherapist's desk, the evil middle-aged man pinched her clitoris and her nipples with instrument pliers.
Both mother and daughter are like this, they are the same lewd and debauchery; two hysterical women.
He stepped on one foot on the ground.
What if he went to his parents' room now to take a look?
Maybe my sister Lorraine hasn't come back yet.
He recalled the annoying noise when the commander's father returned home from the mountain before going to bed.
Charles and Cathy proposed to invite Lorraine to join them in St. Tropez to continue having fun after midnight after the historic celebrations.
He overheard his father, who had returned from the castle event, told his mother about the incident.
Then the commander was excited about going out at night and triggering his appetite, and one person went to the kitchen with high interest to make ham and fried eggs.
At this time, he was exhausted and fell asleep quickly.
His mom sucked him so hard that Max couldn't get an erection.His glans was soaked in the blood and almost turned black.The same goes for his chest.
He expressed love with his mother, and she was only interested in sucking each other.
He hesitated and moved slowly downstairs like a snail.
His father snored like thunder, and he knew the characteristics of the commander's father; emptying his ammunition was like nothing happened, unconscious.
And you, maybe you don't like to bother him, mom?
Then pistol?
And suck it?
Are you sure this is love?
He murmured to himself, unscrewed the door of his sister Lorraine's room.
The bed was empty and very neat, and the folded quilt had no signs of being opened.
My sister may not come back until the morning.
There was a gurgling sound of running water in the bathroom.
The bathroom is directly accessible from his sister's bedroom.
He turned the handle and opened the door.
His mother was squatting naked on the bathtub, inserting the large black nozzle of the syringe into her vagina.
The weapon that caused the crime!
Her eyes widened, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she looked at her son.
He was equally naked, shamelessly erect, pointing his glans to her face.
He...he thought... Biya stuttered and said almost begging.
I promise you, Max, I don't want to...I don't know what's wrong with him now...
She didn't dare to squeeze the syringe anymore and pulled out the cannula; a love juice jam slowly slid between her buttocks.
We woke you up, right?She asked with a slight gaze.
She closed her thighs in shame, not knowing how to deal with the syringe next.
You shouldn't keep standing there, Max!
He fell asleep.Didn't you hear him snoring?
But your sister... may come back at any time...
We could hear the sound of the car parked outside in advance.
The son and mother stared at each other.
You hate me, right?
Will they make you scream like this?Or is this not allowed to cater to dad?
His mother, abandoned her private bathtub, got up and wrapped herself in a bathrobe, and placed the syringe in the bathtub.
This is to make him hurry up, she whispered, not daring to look at her son even at once.
If I don't shout, he...he will never end.So I yelled, even though I didn't feel anything, it would make him cum quickly.He is very old, Max...I don't want to make him tired...I don't want to hurt his heart...
She spread her hands and made an avoidant gesture.
Should he trust her?
Is she really just performing, deliberately yelling to shorten the time for couples to have sex?
In that case, she is an actress with great acting skills!
Her false acting talent can be used with ease!
Namoro (a famous French movie star) could put on her clothes and leave the set and lose his job... yet he could still hear deep snaps in his ears, mixed with gasping whispers and upset moans.
Don't treat me as a fool, okay?
He despised his mother's tricks, but he realized with surprise that despising her would make him excited.
His love is retreating, but what follows is that he desires her more than before.
In a dizzy situation, he had a premonition of his future and his mother: the more she was, the more susceptible he was to her mercy.
Come on, mom, he whispered, come to Lorraine's room.
She immediately understood what he wanted to do.
But...firstly I have to...
She pointed to her lower body that she needed to clean.
No need to be that trouble…we mix dad’s sperm…after all, we are a family, right?
Not that, Max, not that.Don't be in your sister's bed...
Do you want us to go to the bed in your and dad’s bedroom?I bet I can fuck you next to my dad and promise not to wake him up!Unless you want to end up yelling soon, of course!But you should choose to be patient.
After being defeated by his son's ridicule, Biya followed her son into Lorraine's bedroom.
He had no pity for her loss and distress, but only had the same dirty feeling as she was.
What's more, she wasn't so embarrassed that she was at a loss.
As a good mother who has always been competent, she has never forgotten to prepare a towel and carefully spread it on her daughter's bed to prevent her and her son from dirtying the sheets.
He pushed his mother down directly on the bed, and she raised her knees and opened her thighs.
The commander's semen was dripping from her vagina.
She closed her eyes so she didn't have to face the eyes her son was watching.
No need to scream, when you are with me!Max whispered and sneered in his mother Bea's ear, then inserted his cock.
As she let out a low moan, she grabbed his shoulders and her lower body greedily pressed against him, her vagina covered in sticky semen, sucking his cock like a suction cup.God, it's so wonderful!
Mom, do you feel it?Of course, it is not as big as Dad!
Oh, I still like it, my dear.You can arouse my sexual desire more than your dad!
This kind of conversation is crazy.
The pleasure of feeling his mother's sexual organs being holed up by him, being robbed by him, and being defiled by him has filled his heart with endless happiness.
He wants to tear his mother apart and smash it completely.
She greeted the turmoil he brought, stroking his back in a hurry and stiff manner.
The mother and son whispered, listening to the regular snoring of the old king who was ridiculed by them.
You are a prostitute, mom, you know, right?
Oh, my sweetheart, she said (she hugged him affectionately, sucking her son's cock inside deeply), I'm your whore.I have always been like this. She changed her son's familiar gentle voice and confessed to her son in an extremely lewd and seductive tone.
I have no choice, Max.I can do nothing about it.
Well, that's okay... Anyway, I like it... When you were a nurse in Algeria, you had such a beautiful taste that anyone would taste you one by one, huh?I bet you and all the officers have been in bed.As we all know, in the army, nurses are officers' prostitutes...
She touched his testicles; they were as compact as immature peaches, still green.
She stroked his anus.
He licked her neck and pounded his penis inside her, with a rustling sound.
She was crazy about her son's body, absolutely crazy.
This is my blood, she thought.
This is my body.She couldn't let go of her son.
He reminded her of cousin Henry!
Sometimes, their similarity is staggering.
Henry, her evil cousin, made a big fuss when he was with the boys…he claimed she belonged to him.
It's very exciting for you, um, dirty child, thinking of something like me?
This is exactly what she once said to her cousin!The same words, the same tone, exactly the same!
Yes, I feel excited when I think of you giving your big ass to everyone.(This is the answer her cousin can give her!) I bet they didn't even take off their pants, and her son continued, they just had to put their dick into your asshole… Daddy is like everyone else.But he married you; you must always stick your butt and let him fuck you and please him.
Oh, you're so bad...Max!(She stopped herself in time, and she almost blurted out Henry instead of Max!)…Saying this kind of thing…to your mom…(to your little cousin!)
Instinctively, she found the strange childish voice in childhood games.
Do you like my gameplay at that time?Her son whispered, masturbate with his underwear.
She nodded affirmatively.This is exactly the trick and vicious means that her cousin would come up with.
And that lycra tights?
Like...you're so perverted, Max...
They aren't that smart in Algeria, are they?They just want to stuff it into your ass!Say, have you slept with several people at the same time?It seems they do the same in the military.A nurse cared for three or four people in a room.Have they given you money?You confuse business with entertainment, right?
Shut up!
It seems that it has evoked your memories!
Biya breathed in a breathless way, her mind filled with dirty images, everything mixed in her heart, her dirty love in Algeria, the game her cousin forced her to play when their parents were away, and here, at this moment, her own son was indulging in her, stammeringly saying disgusting things.
He put two fingers into her asshole.
The commander was snoring.
There was a toad singing under the window.
A dirty ecstasy made Biya's voice tremble.
Oh, my son, you are so perverted, my dear.
He is even more lewd than his cousin Henry!
Max suddenly stopped moving.The toad just quieted down.Why does it stop making noise?
Come on, sweetheart, his almost delirium moan moaned, fuck me, don't be afraid; I won't scream...
She twisted her waist, rubbed her crotch against her son's lower body, and asked anxiously.
Max's eyes widened, and he could not see her as the door behind her slowly opened.
He hoped it was that cat.
An ugly castrated cat, as fat as a monk, was the domestic cat of the seamstress on the top of the mountain; it often came to visit them at night, wandering around and strolling around the house as if it were in its own home.
However, it was not the cat, but the sister Lorraine.
For a moment, the brother and brother looked at each other.
Their mother saw nothing.
She was hungry and anxious, and she grabbed the towel under her buttocks tightly.
Then Loreen closed the door silently.
Come on, Biya moaned, … fuck me hard…
He let the sperm gush out, and his mother eagerly, or in order not to scream, her warm lips sucking greedily on her son's mouth, her tongue lingering into her son's mouth as if to drink his breath and suck his soul, his life.
In her vagina, the son's sperm and father's sperm are fusing.
Don't clean yourself with that kind of thing, Max said as he left the room.
Stay inside your body...
Biya sat on the bath towel, putting one hand on herself at a loss, his mother hesitating.
He waited for her to return to her own couple's master bedroom and close the door to the room.
He waited for his mother to go to bed with his semen, and he waited for the moment when his mother's lower body was filled with his sperm and was next to her husband.
His sister smoked on the balcony.When she saw her younger brother walking towards her, she dropped the cigarette bomb in her hand.
Have you finished cleaning up your mess?Can I go to bed?
He shrugged.She walked past him in a rigid body.
Originally, you could do this outside of my bed!
We put a towel on it in advance and did not defile your holy virgin sheet!
She turned around, her face full of viciousness, and just about the venom to penetrate.
What if I told my dad everything I just saw, huh?She spat.
What benefits does this do you?
The two brothers stared at each other again without saying a word.
Finally, Lorraine walked away, leaving him alone, with the moon.
After a while, the seamstress's cat came to rub his calf.
It will not have all this trouble, because its thing has been castrated.
Will his sister go to their father to expose all this?
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