When Mai Mai woke up, he glanced at the clock on the wall of the room and found that the pointer was already pointing at ten o'clock.
He rarely slept so late, and he stretched in the bed.
He was chilled and a little fever; he was sweating at night despite the windows being open.
This day will be hotter than the days before, and you can feel it from the stuffy air.
He put one hand between his thighs and realized that his erection had become hard.
He immediately thought of his mother.
He stood up and went to take a shower.
I did it a little too much last night.Mai Mai said to himself.
Hopefully he didn't mess it up completely.
Mai Mai walked down the stairs, and there was only maid Maria in the kitchen.
His parents had already had breakfast.
He could see his father trimming and watering the lawn, waiting for the heat wave to arrive while preparing for the scorching heat.
Where is my mother, where is she?
Your mother is preparing to meet her friend in Cavalaire, the colonel's wife.
Mai Mai fell into a depressed and depressed depression.
He turned back to his room alone, and he sat down at his desk.
He paid attention to the voice coming from downstairs.
He heard what his mother, Bea, and maid Maria, were saying downstairs.
At this time, if my mother didn't come upstairs to meet him and left the house and went to Cavalier to meet her colonel's wife friend, it would mean that she was really angry with him.
So when he heard the knock on the door outside his room, he jumped up happily.
Um…
It's mom!
He blew a low whistle from his mouth.
My mother was ready to go to the battlefield, and it was obvious how much she valued this meeting.
Biya was wearing a close-fitting white silk dress that highlighted her bronzed skin gradually shining from the sun.
She was wearing a pair of slim burgundy high-heeled sandals, and slender shoelaces were wrapped around her feet.
The shoelaces were like a graceful ribbon, lightly around her slender ankles, and the heels extended vertically, adding to the bending range of her insteps and making her feet look more graceful.
The height of the heel also lengthened the lines of her legs, making her thighs look more symmetrical and slender, and making her hips look plump and round.
The long golden hair that was kissed by the sun was scattered on her shoulders.
Her breasts were not bound by her bra, and the traces of the dark areola can be vaguely seen through the gentle and fit white silk that was pushed up by the convex points of her nipple.
Moreover, my mother exuded a unique mysterious and luxurious perfume smell of Chanel 5 ten steps away.
An irresistible aroma...
Are you lazy, finally willing to get up?.
He suddenly felt that he was being melted by happiness, and his mother seemed to have no resentment towards him.
How beautiful you make yourself!He said to her in a chair next to his desk.Are you going to Cavalaire?Going to meet a playboy, right?
What?A playboy?What's this story?
She playfully shook her long hair back, leaned against the door, fiddling with her sunglasses.
How beautiful she is!
Mom is so beautiful.
She will definitely drive those guys crazy, those lustful men.
Come on, Mai Mai said.
Do you expect me to believe that you dress yourself up like a big star for the sake of a bastard colonel's wife?With such beauty, there must be a man waiting for you on Cavalier's side!
His mother let out a cheerful, crisp giggle like a silver bell.
However, it did not.But let everyone listen to this dirty and annoying little gangster.Is this a normal tone of speaking to his mother?
They circulate and blend like liquid, and both mother Biya and son Mai Mai were aware of this dangerous message.
At the same time, they were also frightened by the intensity of the fatal attraction that deeply drove them mother and son together.
This arrogant and absurd way of flirting is like a sheltered barrier.
This is normal, if you have a boyfriend, I have nothing to feel strange about.Dad, an old man, is like a car that is about to be scrapped to you, and it is difficult to get it to start normally now...Moms of my friends, most of them have men outside, and their sons know it too.
His mother Bea gently bites a temple stand on her sunglasses.
Oh, OK.It sounds like…you have some interesting conversations with your friends!
This dress is amazingly beautiful when worn on you.You look like a real movie star.Are you wearing pantyhose inside?
What are you thinking? In such hot weather, would you want to wear pantyhose?You can clearly see that I'm bare-legged.What do you think of my skirt?
She lowered her eyes and looked at her skirt.
What kind of underwear are you wearing inside?Max would love to know.
Are you planning to swim in Cavalaire?This isn't your swimsuit?You must have worn a pair of black underwear, I bet it's the style of lace.Now it's comfortable to stick to your butt!
Biya rolled her eyes at Maimai.
A pair of black underwear under a white dress?Really nonsense!Oh…If you really want to know, I can tell you that it is a white one.
Lace lace?Transparent?What style will it get stuck in the buttocks and tightly attached to the buttocks?
Do you need to care about what kind of underwear your mom wears?
Please... show me... I like beautiful underwear so much...
He slid from the chair like a snake to the ground, kneeling in front of her quickly and smoothly, so that she could not see his movements clearly.However, he just knelt in front of her and did not touch her.
Let me see your beautiful panties, he begged.Please, mom!
You are hopeless, Mai Mai.How could I give birth to a son like you, huh?
She gently stroked his hair.
I have to leave.
Please, mom!
She sighed, then lifted her skirt to her waist with a quick movement that suffocated him.
A round thigh with a skin color that was about to sun-tan, as if it emerged from the white hibiscus flower.
Don't touch it, okay?You promise me!
Mom Biya showed a slutty and evil and charming posture he had never seen before and raised her hips; she was wearing a pair of white transparent lace panties, and she could see the bulge of the mons pubic pubic like a hill, the thick pubic hair in the triangle area, and the crack in the vaguely visible vaginal contour.
Oh, these underwear are so wonderful... It's really great...
Are you satisfied now?Have you seen it clearly enough?
She pretended to pull down her skirt, but he stopped her with a pleading gesture.
He leaned his face closer and smelled it, as if he was recognizing the fragrance of a flower and sniffing the crotch between his mother's thighs.
She put one hand on her son's head, ready to push him away at any moment of alertness to deal with possible potential dangers; however, in order to facilitate taming her mother and gaining her acceptance, Mai Mai was extremely gentle at this moment.
You smell so good, he sighed.You even sprayed your perfume on the bushes...
Of course, this kind of high temperature weather...we will sweat...I...
Of course, you didn't spray your vagina with water for the sake of the colonel's wife. You're going to meet a man, right?It's all carefully prepared for him, so that he can take it off your body...you'll wear this beautiful, charming, seductive and slutty underwear...
Mai Mai...
At this moment, his face was almost pressed against her, and she could feel his scorching breath squirting against her genitals; Bea didn't have the strength to push him away.
He put his hand on her thighs, slowly approaching the edge of the white lace panties, and a finger slid into the pubic hair of her lower body.
Mai Mai...stopped immediately...soon...
A little cute hug, a brief hug...that's all, I swear.After that, you can go to meet your man, your real baby!
He gently hooked his mother's panties to one side, revealing her mother's black pubic hair.
My mother's vagina was slightly open, the edge of her honey lips was already a little wet, and a pink thread was cut in the soft hair.
He gently placed his lips on the thin groove of the gap, touching the wet jade door, causing his mother's vagina to ripples and curl, causing it to tremble and spasm.
Mai Mai...
Well, what a great chanel mixed with body aroma Ah.
A vicious sweetness invaded him.
He felt that he was about to lose his life, and this extreme happiness suffocated him and even died.
Biya reluctantly spread her legs together slightly a little apart, and her slim heels made a scratch on the floor.
How understanding my mother is, and how much she likes to cooperate and let others mercy!
My mom, my beautiful and lewd mom Ah!
Stop, no, don't do this, Mai Mai, it's so disgusting to do this... You are teasing me... This will make me feel itchy...
The tip of his tongue gently licked her vagina, especially delicately licking the crack between his mother's honey lips.
Biya's vagina gradually bloomed under her son's tongue.
He longed for his tongue to penetrate deep into his mother's wet vagina, and he firmly believed that her flower core was already muddy.
However, Biya pushed him away suddenly, and her heel hit the floor with a dull thud!
Mai Mai!Look at what you look like?
It's all over, don't be angry.I just want to hug you from behind and I will let you go.
Mai Mai hugged her mother's slender and slender waist, and asked her to turn around and turn her back to him.
My mother's white lace thong is embroidered with exquisite floral patterns, and each flower outlines the texture of the petals and the curves of the leaves with delicate lines, which is complex and soft.
The big butt, as round and smooth as a mature peach, is subtly divided by the slender crotch strap of the thong into elegantly highlighted hips on both sides, bulging high in the seductive arc, like soft hills.
The ceramic white buttocks are set against the backdrop of the lace thong, and are indecent and full of temptation.
Mai Mai reached out to weigh the buttocks on one side, kissed them, and then pinched the buttocks on the other side.
At this moment, he was trembling with passion and enthusiasm, just as his mother, Biya, was also shaking constantly.
He gently pulled away the tight narrow crotch belt covering the middle of his mother's buttocks, and looked at his anus that was exposed like purple chrysanthemum patterns.
He leaned his nose close to smell it, and the smell of perfume was emitted from his mother's asshole.
Mom really spits Chanel on her and goes all out!
Mai Mai...stop...no!
He stood up and she put down her skirt and fell down.
He kissed her temples gently.
Although her face was a little dark because of sunbathing, her cheeks were now full of rose-like crimson.
You are my most beautiful mother, and I don't want you to be angry with me.
Then don't be naughty.Mai Mai!
I will treat my mother very gentle, very, very gentle...
He wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and they walked out of the room.
Because of the high-heeled sandals that Biya chose today, she seems to be much taller than her son.
Mai Mai felt his mother's flexible waist soften under his arms. He believed that such slackness was also a reflection of his mother's surrender to him.
Some beautiful and elegant women, especially his mother, Bea.
In Mai Mai's perception, he felt that they were as flexible and powerful as some vines in the plant category, and their bodies could be so soft and flexible. Such coordinated motor ability allowed him to appreciate the beauty of women and feel the beauty of women.
Through the skirt, he lifted his mother's plump breasts, which were full of elasticity and spheres.
You really have goddess-like buttocks, you know, mom.
Biya slapped her son a light and small slap in the face to warn him, but her son laughed.They hugged each other down the stairs, tangling like two lovers.
Well, can you tell me? When you are with your dad, do you do it? Use the latter?
What are you talking about?What, from behind?
From behind, you know.From the back, it is not a dog-like back-entry...the kind that is like a gay guy...
...But, Mai Mai, why do you ask this?What kind of attitude do you have?Don't you feel ashamed of asking such questions to your mother?Of course not!
Are you with those men in Cavalaire?I'm sure some people want to possess you from the back, and see your hips like you, they must have the desire to walk through your back door...will you do this?
Mai Mai, first of all, it's not your business.Second, and second, I don’t have the men you mentioned in Cavalaire.
They still walked out tightly and stepped into the scorching sun.In the distance, standing by the pool, the shirtless commander turned his back to them.He stared at the pool quietly.
Don't hold me like this... Your father is not blind...
He was dizzy by his mother's tacit tone of accomplice, and was very happy and moved.He gently patted his mother's butt, and his heart was filled with happiness.
Go and have some fun and have fun. While I was reviewing my homework, your husband was watering the lawn!
He watched his mother walk away from him, she walked so gracefully, the provocative pose of the seductive dancer, even more charming against the high heels.
As she entered the garage, he quietly ran to chase her barefoot.
You scared me!What else do you want?You're such a clingy little guy, you know?
A hug...just here...
He held one of her breasts.
Mai Mai...you are very irrational.What if your father suddenly appears at this time?
He pulled down the elastic neckline; all of these skirts were designed the same, probably more convenient when she drove with the man.
The breasts popped out, with big surprised eyes.
He put his nipples in his mouth and sucked them.
The nipples immediately became firm and perky.
OK, enough, stop now.
He asked his mother to get into the Princess's car and leaned over to the door.
Will you rush back before dark?
I'm not sure yet.I'll call if necessary.Maybe my friend would invite me to dinner if her husband wasn't there...
I will miss you!Anyway, even if you are late to come home, come and give me a hug tonight.I will wait for you.
If you promise, you will be obedient.
Be good!
How can a person be obedient when he falls into the quagmire of love?
He really fell in love with his mother?
So hard to extricate yourself and feel pathologically restless?
Isn’t love itself a disease?
After the car left, Mai Mai returned from the garage.
His father sat on a lounge chair under the parasol, sucking a terrible little cigar that smelled like shit.
Mai Mai took out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and returned to his room.
As soon as he got there, he took off his shorts and stood naked in front of the mirror.
He imitated the tone of his mother Biya speaking to him as she left.
If you promise, you will be obedient!
Mom is such a lewd woman!He took out his glans and looked at it carefully in front of the mirror.
Of course I will be obedient, a beautiful mother.Look, this is my glans.
He let out a dirty laugh, causing his heart, lungs, spleen and stomach to tremble like a turbulent wave.
Do you mind I'm inserting it into your cute asshole?Beautiful mom?Hiding from that old man secretly?You suck it for me too, right?Just use your beautiful mouth, and use such exquisite and beautiful makeup and charming lip gloss to give me the best effect.Use your beautiful slut's mouth...
He imagined Mom Bea in a hotel on Cavalaire Beach, behind pulled shutters, in a room overlooking the sea.
A strange man, the kind of bastard who often appears on the summer beach, has dark skin and is well-melted, forcing her to lie on the bed on all sides.
He would slowly pull her and fuck her pussy slowly; eventually he would fuck his cock into her beautiful, fragrant perfume-scented asshole, and she would scream and cry.
It was like the familiar sound he overheard from his parents' master bedroom, making a wild beast-like crying howl, heart-stirring.
His hand twitched, and a stream of semen sputtered onto the mirror, dripping onto it like a big mouthful of saliva.
Then, an inexplicable sense of loss hit his heart, and his heart was filled with emptiness and sadness.
He sat with his father and ate in silence, while Maria was waiting for him.
There was no communication between father and son even more than three sentences.
The commander who forced the rosé wine to go to bed and continued to snore like thunder.
Mai Mai was suddenly controlled by an impulse that he could not explain, and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of vodka.
He wondered what it would feel like to drink it and why his mother would drink so much every time.
He found the taste disgusting, but he swallowed the whole glass of wine, like taking poison.
Its power was so strong that he quickly coughed, his eyes filled with tears.
He cursed the dirty thing, returned to his room, and fell on the bed.
In a blurred state, he saw the walls of the room constantly moving closer and contracting, his ears buzzing, and he could no longer hear any cicadas; he felt the bed sinking infinitely, turning and falling like a carousel.
Then everything turned black.
******
When he woke up from his sleep, the afternoon was coming to an end; an uncomfortable headache grabbed his temple.
His tongue was extremely dry and his mouth smelled of a bitter and chubby drug.
He walked to the sink to drink water, letting the water flow between his neck.
Cavallare is simply crowded!It's worse than being in Saint-Tropez.
He is not dreaming.
It was indeed the voice of his mother Biya coming from the balcony.
She has actually come back!
This is very different from her usual habitual style.
Other times in the past, she would only return home at night.
There was only a bunch of Dutch people in floral shirts… It was terrible…and the Germans were worse!
He stood up and walked to the window and looked out.
Mom was just below, standing there eating cherries.
Commander's father was reading a newspaper she brought back.
Maid Maria is peeling the green beans, preparing to make them into a lettuce salad.
There was a basket between her legs.
This time, the tourism season really began.So, I just thought...I'd better go home...all these tourists, I...
Her cute tone, every time she poses in a coquettish voice, dresses up as a simple-minded person, like a talking doll, like a luxury... When she does this, all this artificiality makes Mai leave her anger.
After all, she is no longer a twenty-year-old girl, she is a mother of children, a wife who should appear in her husband's vision in the right place!
Why do you still have to play a childish woman!
I bought figs…and cherries…they are on sale…you should refrigerate them in the refrigerator, Maria, they are already ripe…
Biya is always used to wearing sunglasses over her head, like a middle school girl, who might think it's fashionable.
Just as she raised her head, Mai Mai took a step back in time to avoid her sight.
Has the little guy come downstairs yet, Adrian?He shouldn't have been in his room all summer... It's still a holiday now... I'm going to see him, but the little guy in Pity...
That's right, take your pretty slut's ass and walk up and let me say something to her.Mai Mai walked to his desk and sat down.
Are you still studying, Mai Mai?You should go swimming for a while... It's so crowded in Cavalaire...
Oh no, she should stop repeating her farce.
You're back?
He was frightened by his violent heartbeat.
It is undeniable that love is a disease.
He didn't turn his head, like a sulky child.
She closed the door, walked closer, and threw some magazines on the desk in front of him.
Look, naughty kid, I've brought you some pictures.
"Hi, Friends", "Salute to the Films", "Movie Magazine".
She knew her son's taste.
He opened the first magazine at hand.
A picture of Brigitte Bardot, nude, from a film she just worked with Godard.
Do you like it, Brigitte Bardot?his mother asked.
She stood close beside him, putting one hand on the back of his head, gently tugging at his hair.
Are you sulking, Mai Mai?Why are you feeling depressed?
He muttered.Her soft hips rested on his arms.Her scent.
She bent down, as if she wanted to read the short passage below the photo with him.
He slid his arm under the table and first placed it flat on his knees.
His mother got closer.
He pressed tightly against him.
So, isn't Cavalaire fun?Have you not been there for so long? Have you not found a suitable man?
He subconsciously moved his hand and placed it mechanically on his mother's calf, and Biya did not react at all.
Oh, the weather is so hot Ah… I suddenly felt that it would be better to be with my wheat wheat in the garden!
One of his hands slid up to the depression of his mother's knee, where the skin was so soft; his other hand was placed on the desk, turning the first page of the magazine.
It's Brigitte Bardot again!his mother said.Really, I only pay attention to her!Oh, I originally wanted to bring you some cherries, but I forgot to put them downstairs...
Mom stopped talking and fell into silence.
Mai Mai's hands continued to move upwards under her skirt, now gently stroking the back of her thighs.
He thought she would act spoiled and resisted with some concerns, at least refuted in words and verbally, but nothing happened, nothing happened, everything was silent zero.
My mother acted as if nothing had happened, and she looked as if nothing had happened.
Mai Mai's penis was erect and pressed against his mother's abdomen.
Meanwhile, mom suddenly leaned over the table, supporting her body with an elbow, as if this article about a movie about Bardot and Godard's last love idol really attracted her great interest.
Mai Mai began to tremble, his throat tightened, and he felt as if he was about to suffocate.
She pressed her entire hip against him, leaning heavily against him, and now she began to slowly flip the pages of the magazine.
Her hint was almost straightforward, and she conveyed directly to him the meaning that he could continue!
Biya's own hands were located under her skirt and touched the part where her thighs and hips were connected.
In this place, there is a slight fold that looks like a mark from a shave, but this feature is usually only found in very young girls.
He couldn't help it anymore and grabbed her buttocks directly.
He heard his mother hold her breath, and his own heart beat in his chest: his mother had taken off her underwear.
Her butt was exposed!
There was no word, no protest, no her usual dramatic reaction, nor her usual pretentious anger: Mai Mai, bad boy, take your hand away immediately, have you heard the words?
No more I am your mother, Mai Mai!This sentence!
Mom, silent like a sinking fish!
In joy, he moved his hand from one buttock to another, intoxicated by the happiness that she had let himself passively accept his naughty son's touch on her buttocks.
To confirm this more and see how far he could go, he bent one finger and reached into the groove between the groove on his hips, and gently, slowly, tentatively inserted his finger in.
Biya flipped the magazine she was reading on her desk to the next page.
As fast as lightning: she let him in, Mai Mai thought.
This is why mom took off her panties.
Maybe she had sex with someone else in the car on the side of the road... The man's fingers once gently touched his anus; the small and swollen wet dots, this small bump, was like a vortex purple chrysanthemum, blooming quietly there.
To be precise, the moment his fingers stroked it, it tensed nervously and then relaxed.
He longed to touch the wet privacy of his mother's body, and he slowly stretched out his index finger, tremblingly rotated his palm, gently stroked and kneaded and felt the open and hot flower, a vulva-like genital device like a clam.
My mother's clams were expanding, and the labia minora had already cracked.
It felt like a scorching feeling, and watery love fluid was oozing out.
He pushed his fingers in and fiddled with them.
Biya's entire vagina was wet.
He added another finger and reached in.
Mai Mai's fingers were as thin and long as his mother Biya's fingers. At this time, his slender fingers were aimed at his mother's clam pussy and penetrated deeply.
Biya couldn't help but arched her waist, as if the deepest bottom of her genitals needed these delicate and dense caresses.
Oh, Mai Mai suddenly giggled and said, "You see the expression on his face, it's so funny...
Biya pointed her nails with Kodan to a photo of a rock musician in the magazine, with his guitar slung across his shoulder.
Once again, she made her exaggerated, doll-like stupid Cute sound, a hypocritical and sharp tone.
She was acting for the old man's husband below the building, while the depths of her vagina were stirred and tillaged by her son's two fingers... He gently rotated his fingers, pulled them back, and put them back in.
Then he pulled them out thoroughly and flattened them, slid along the hot and sticky slit of the vagina looking for the clitoris.
The labia bloomed completely slanted, like two large warm slugs.
He found his mother's pistil bead, the bud that was about to bloom, had long become tough and graceful due to the baptism of lust.
That person, oh, that long hair!His mother sighed loudly there.
She didn't mind being heard by her stupid and old husband downstairs. Her exaggerated tone was her perfect dramatic performance at this moment.
She gasped gently, her body trembling slightly under the surge of pleasure.And Mai Mai asked in a very low voice: Mom... Have you ever been with a man in Cavalaire?
She replied softly in the same tone, while he teased her clitoris and tugged it gently.
No.Of course not!How could you have this idea?I just took a short walk...
He pinched her clitoris and pulled it hard.His mother's hands tightly clenched the back of his neck.How she liked this, letting her mussels get men to caress and get scratched.
You went there to be a call, stop making up stories.I am not your commander husband.
All of this suddenly became obvious and extremely bright.She had no fixed lover waiting in Cavalaire, as he initially suspected.
This was obvious, and it even suddenly illuminated the heart of the young man Mai Mai.
Mom Biya has no fixed lover there, as he initially suspected.
Yet she is smarter and much more cunning than that exclusive way.
She will not be a woman who simply passively has a specific lover. She can even treat her emotional relationships coldly with higher wisdom and calmness.
She is a self-protection woman.
Biya is good at flirting and prefers to be flirting; Biya is often approached by men, but she prefers to seduce men.
A woman like her, just sits on the terrace of a cafe and is immediately like a fly is attracted by a piece of candy, and men of all kinds will gather around her.
Dutch, German, Belgian, she can choose whatever she wants... She is spoiled by men.
Mai Mai knew more and more about the unknown mother behind her under the glamor and beauty.
He once secretly searched her personal belongings. Several condoms were hidden in her exquisite and unique Kun bag, which allowed her to accept a passionate invitation at any time, indulging in pleasure without worrying about the many troubles of being infected with the disease of the willow.
Jealousy and excitement changed violently in Maimai's heart, colliding repeatedly.
This made his fingers sweep back and forth between his mother's vagina and clitoris like crazy.
This is an expression of love and hate!
This is a conflict between spirit and flesh!
He flipped his mother's private parts freely and explored without hesitation.
She didn't resist at all, letting her son do whatever he wanted and indulge in frivolity!
He occasionally teased her anus.
She accepted everything.
In his heart, he was full of holes and was filled with complete chaos, and everything became inverted and disorderly.
My mother, my beautiful mother, let me touch all the holes of her body.
She acquiesced to me fuck her!
He was on the verge of ejaculation, his thighs tightly clamped the stem of his testicles, holding his breath to stop it.
No, it's too stupid to squirt like this!
He wanted to get her again, making her feel deeply disgusted by it until she was tired of it too.
He gently stroked his mother's vagina, pushed aside her thick pubic hair, and pulled the sticky tender flesh. He could guess how sensitive and delicate my mother's labia minora would be.
Biya no longer reads the magazine's pages, stays still and is tightening her hip muscles, making the hip mounds on both sides separate to the maximum extent. An irresistible tempting posture is waiting...
Tell me the truth, mom, you have worked with a man, right?A German?
Mai Mai, it's not your business.
Tell me.Please.Is it a German man?
No, it's a... Dutch... or a Danish... He can't speak French.
Young?Older?
Very... Very young... I've always been skeptical of older men...
Do you feel good?
She shook her head.
The reason why Biya came back early was because she didn't find the man that matched her expectations and the brave, young horse.
The young boy just made her even more excited, and now she had to come and ask her son to extinguish her burning craze and get satisfactory comfort.
However, Mai Mai's bitterness did not suppress his excitement.
Mother.
What?
Don't move, especially now, do you understand, mom... keep this... Can you promise me?
She nodded slightly to agree.
He pushed the chair back and saw her cheek.
My mother's face was flushed, her cheeks were already soaked in sweat, and crystal beads of sweat dripped off.
She stared at a pair of beautiful big eyes, but showed a blank expression, staring at a photo in the magazine.
He walked behind his mother and rolled his white long skirt around her waist, revealing her white butt like a white porcelain jade bottle.
Compared with the generally petite and delicate smooth buttock lines of girls, the mother's buttocks show the unique broadness, plumpness, strength and strength of mature women, and the more curved rhythmic beauty presents the sculptural plumpness and yet quiet elegance.
He knelt down and smelled the open flesh slit between the dark hair; looking up from bottom to top and enjoying it from behind, his mother's genitals looked like a burst pomegranate crystal clear and greasy, bright red vagina, and the edges were soft and subtle interweaving and blending the colors of lilac and light red, like the gorgeous reflection of neon light, like a dream, the scattered and sparse light spots added to a layer of grace and mystery... This reminded him of a wound, a mature female beast that was torn and split and was still intercourse, wet and oozing, and mixed with sweat, emitting a strong and extremely irresistible scent of temptation.
Mom Biya's female body odor stimulated his nose and olfactory nerves, seducing his original desire to further try her rich taste with her sense of taste.
He pinched the labia majora with his fingers and spread it gently, stretching out like a flower's petal.
He gave himself a close-up perspective to draw it closer, like a close-up shot on a pornographic photo.
A close-up photo of pornographic images that he once was very addicted to was exactly the same as what he saw in front of him.
Oh, Mai Mai...Mai Mai...
You don't need to speak, you promised it.Don’t say anything, don’t move... My dear mother, my mother who belongs to me alone... I was born from such a charming hole given by my mother...
He stretched his mother's labia, allowing her entire vulva to be completely open, revealing a red cave from her body.
He licked the soft film of the wrinkled inner wall of his vagina with the tip of his tongue, which tasted a little bitter.
No, Mai Mai, don't do this...
He didn't stick to it, stood up, opened his shorts, and took out his penis.How hard it is.He pointed it at that red target with one hand..
Oh, mom, mom...my mother belongs to me alone...
Mai Mai was intoxicated, indulged in sweetness, and entered the body of this warm, moist, and lively woman.
Biya took a deep breath, straightened her hips and moved backwards so that her vagina would be tighter and smoother to welcome the insertion of her son's penis.
He was so scared that he almost jumped up, and he gasped in horror, then filled with unexpected joy and joy.
Because her hand slid between his thighs, she gently stroked his testicles with her fingers, giving him an extremely gentle touch experience.
He gently pulled his mother's skirt like a calyx, until it was close to her shoulder blades, so that he could enjoy the graceful and sun-tanned back, and her beautiful and plump white and thick buttocks.
Mom's delicate and white buttocks like ceramic!
My slutty mom's filthy bitch's slippery ass!
The feeling of insertion made him feel so beautiful and pleasant that his a little fluttering and his thinking turned blank.
He thought she would come back late at night, but he didn't expect to get intimate with her so soon.
He took a step back a little, then rushed up again, deeply integrating into his mother's vagina.
He sticks to his mother like a fly trapped in honey.
The impulse brought by desire made him even more crazy.
He speeded up like a train eager to gallop.
Mai Mai... slow down...
What?
Slow, mai... slower...
Is this OK?
He slowed down and slowed down again; he barely twitched, penetrated deep into his mother's body.
Biya nodded.
Yes, that's what she wants.
Feel his presence in her.
And I hope this feeling lasts for a long time and lasts forever.
She raised her waist slightly to better welcome his entry.
Her posture reminded him of a female wild dog squatting down on the street waiting to be bribed by a male dog.
He used his hands to separate his mother's buttocks, and from it he could see the tight, deep concave and dark purple asshole, full-shaped, like a withered lilac flower.
This is funny, a woman's fart hole; it makes people want to laugh.
He sucked his fingers and placed his fingers in the center of his mother's narrow tight ass hole.
Can I, mom?Here?Can I?
Mom Biya lowered her head and said she accepted it.
He pressed the tip of his finger against the center of her asshole.
He was surprised to find his fingers entering so smoothly, so fast.
Mom's asshole is warm and elastic.
The interior is moist.
Suddenly, he had a trace of suspicion.
She applied Vaseline!
Has she been inserted into the anus?
He inserted his entire finger into it.
His fingers passed through the membrane that separates the anus and vagina, and he could feel the touch of his penis on the other side of the membrane.
He heard his mother's moan.
A strong sense of power suddenly surged into Maimai's heart; he even seemed to be exercising his rights, which was making Mother Biya completely surrender to his domination.
He treated her hips as he wanted to control her entire body, she accepted everything, her body belonged entirely to him.
However, he was once again plagued by the idea that his mother had used Vaseline.
She accepts everything about being with any man, not just being with him!
Mom, I've tasted vodka, you know.
Oh, you shouldn't have done this, Mai Mai.You are still too young!
I don't like this, but because I'm a little annoyed with you, you go to Cavalaire to flirt with other men.
He took a step back and stuffed it in again.
Although I am still too young to drink vodka, I am not too young to enjoy the company of your sex joy…
Mai Mai, don’t say bad things.Be a good boy, Mai Mai, and promised me not to drink anymore...
If you treat me well, I won't drink it again.
Do you think I am not good enough to you now?
Yes, it's very good...how do you feel good, mom?
Yes, I felt it.Oh, Mai Mai, what we did was wrong.This is so terrible...
He pulled his fingers out of his mother's anus, which remained open, like a small pink zero, surrounded by a circle of tan, radial folds.
I think it's all really good.Please open your beautiful and fragrant buttocks, like a bitch. I like when you are a bitch, spread your asshole and make it like a blooming chrysanthemum... Yes, that's it... Oh, mom.Your asshole is still blooming with beauty like a flower...Aren't you angry when I put my finger in it?Can I put it in again?
No, I wasn't angry.You can do whatever you want…but be gentle…
But your asshole is very wet, mom.Why is this?
Don't ask such unbearable questions, Mai Mai, when you are a polite young man.You know, it's not just the front.Ladies also have moments of moistening their anus during sexual behavior…
Should he believe his mother?It feels smooth and smooth like using Vaseline.
Mom…I’m going to spray it on you, and you’ll know that I’ll be better than your German boy…with or without Vaseline!
Shut up… When you are a gentleman, you shouldn’t say such things to a lady!
Tits...I want big tits too, I want everything...Mom, lift your skirt up...
Biya struggled under her son's crotch, twisted and curled up until she peeled off her skirt until her collarbone was exposed. Her breasts were bouncing in her son's palms, and her nipples were bulging with fullness.
Mai Mai...So quickly fight...I have to go downstairs...
Suddenly, Biya became hasty.
He kneaded her breasts hard, piercing into her mother's body again and again, semen ejaculated from his body, sprayed into her vagina, and semen poured deep into her body and uterus.
He felt like he was being split in half from his neck to his anus by a scorching razor.
He collapsed on his mother Biya panting.
They were soaked in sweat mixed with each other.
Biya slowly squirmed on the table, trying to break free from the constraints her son had caused to her.
Oh, Mai Mai... This is wrong... Get up and let me go.Your father will have questions.
Mai Mai's thin body slid to Biya's side, and she was able to break free. She immediately stood up straight, pulled down her skirt, hurried to the mirror, and looked at him with her back.
Oh my God...that face...
Mai Mai stood up, threw himself on the bed, took off his shorts, then spread his legs wide, and stretched his arms straight like a cross.
His penis was still erecting, trembling and waving, and thin watery semen gushed out.
She sorted out her own long wavy curls dyed golden in front of the mirror.
He thought that his cum would slide down his thighs.
Their eyes met in the mirror; she moved her body gently, no longer allowing him to see her face.
I have to leave...
She wouldn't just leave like this, since she had got what she wanted!
She seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and when she was about to leave, she suddenly turned around, as if driven by a kind of guilt and regret.
Oh, Mai Mai...your little sparrow is soaked...
She walked over and squatted in front of the bed, her hands tightly holding her son Maimai's genitals and testicles.He put his hand on his mother Biya's head.
Dirty little sparrow, disgusting little sparrow, do you treat your mother like this?
Biya quickly kissed and pecked at her son's testicles and penis.
Give it a kiss, Mai Mai said, his voice revealing emotions that he had never realized.A real…lip…you know…
No, it's too dirty...
Just one...
She opened her mouth, just like when she was a child she played the game where the big beast bites people.
Mom wants to eat you.
Yes, mom, eat me.
She swallowed his testicles and cock in one bite.
Mai Mai's hand stroked his mother Biya's cheek, while his hands slightly exerted control of his mother's head, and he felt his penis become full of vitality again.
She gulped and enjoyed his stem, sucking, her tongue licking back and forth down his testicles.
Mother……
He pulled her up and his penis slipped out of her mouth; she felt ashamed, as if she could not bear his gaze, and she buried herself in her son's neck and nestled on his shoulder.
Kiss me, mom, he begged, on my lips, it also needs a kiss...
She shook her head; but then she looked for his face and pressed her comfortable red lips against her son's mouth.Their tongues are tangled together…the smell of lip gloss…
The emotion this kiss brought to Mai Mai was so strong that he began to sob.He wrapped his hands around his mother's shoulders.She felt heartbroken by her son's crying and was at a loss.
Mai Mai...Don't cry...oh, my god...but why...this is my fault!Mom is a criminal!
I don't want you to go to Cavalaire to find someone to flirt with.I can't stand it... Why do you want to be with those people... I hate you!
Biya seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and kept kissing her son's face and licking away her tears.
I won't go again, I promise, I won't go again.You're right, I'll never go again.
I want you to belong only to me.Mom, I belong only.
The mother and son hugged each other tightly.
Yes, my dear baby, it belongs only to you.
She placed her hands between her son Maimai's thighs.His cock began to erect again and became firm and she clamped it with her fingers.
Your beautiful big butt is prepared for me, do you understand?It belongs only to me.Only keep it for me.
All for you, Mai Mai belongs to you alone.Everything in front, behind, everything... everything exists for you...
She hugged him, coaxing and pampering him like she did when she was a child.He held his hard and sticky penis in one hand, hugging him tightly against his chest, and gently covered his forehead and eyelids like a raindrop.
let me see……
What?
Show me your big ass.It's mine, and I have the right to want to see it anytime, anywhere.You can't refuse me.
yes dear.You have all rights…it belongs to you.
She wiped his eyes, then stood up, with her back to him, lifting her white dress.
He almost fell off the bed and knelt on the ground, as if he was worshiping his mother's butt, and then he spread his mother's butt.
The anus is like purple circles, and there is semen attached to the pubic hair.
I want to lick your asshole...
No, I'm very dirty... Maimai, my mother is very dirty!
You have no right to say no again.Never.You have to obey everything I want!Anything I want to do!
He licked the thin folds around her anus that looked like a chrysanthemum texture, which was tightly squeezing, and then he stuffed his mouth into his mother's asshole.
I like your asshole.I love everything about you, I love everything about mom.
Oh, Mai Mai, my little baby, my little boy, my little guy!
She turned around, grabbed his armpits, threw him onto the bed, knelt in a hurry between his legs, and once again put his penis in her mouth, leaving her son's penis motionless in her mouth. Biya was like a full beast, biting a little mouse with a fierce mouth, and carefully preventing it from completely dying. Her teeth were biting her son's cock.
The mother and son stayed in this position for a long time.
At dusk, when night is about to fall, you can hear the commander downstairs chatting and laughing with the maid Maria, and the chirping of birds.
Biya licked her son's entire lower body, between her hips and hips, under the balls, on the glans, and licked whatever the tip of her tongue touched, just like a female cat licking its kitten.
Then she stepped back a little and looked at her son's pink penis and neatly trimmed scrotum.
She seemed extremely gentle and tender.
Mom has cleaned you, you are very clean now.Oh, why is this naughty little guy getting hard again... don't you feel ashamed?
His penis did get erect again.She flicked his cock playfully and then stood up.
I really have to go, Mai Mai, she said in a low, busy tone, as if she was suddenly trying to downplay what had just happened and treat it as an insignificant and unaffected childish play.
They really will doubt and have doubts.
You told them you were lying on my bed and we started a big chat.You'll come over tonight to give me a hug, right?A affectionate hug.
OK, you naughty little guy!A very affectionate hug.
Also, mom, don’t put underwear in your skirt when you come, just like now.OK?With your ass bare!From now on, every time you walk into my room, you will have to be naked and not be allowed to wear underwear.
how?You actually made such a request to your mother without shame?Okay, go swim for a while and stop talking stupid things.Go and exercise.It is not healthy to be stuck in the room all day at your age.You will become weak!I talked to your dad about this yesterday, and Biya suddenly became talkative, as if she was trying hard to pretend that she had not heard his shameless requests just now, and took the opportunity to regain her status as a mother.
He agrees that you can ride your bike at night.He also agreed that you could go for a walk in the town.The key of the padlock is in the glove box in the princess' car.Okay, go and exercise more, Mai Mai.
Mom Biya almost returned to her former role in a flash. Mai Mai was almost stunned, unable to speak or make a sound.
It was a clever change, like a premeditated trick.
He had just licked his mother's asshole, and in a blink of an eye, she became the mother character who was worried about the health of him, the little angel.
Before he could react, he was shocked by this sudden transformation. Biya threw a distraught little boy into the vast void at a loss, then turned around gorgeously and left his room coolly.
He rarely slept so late, and he stretched in the bed.
He was chilled and a little fever; he was sweating at night despite the windows being open.
This day will be hotter than the days before, and you can feel it from the stuffy air.
He put one hand between his thighs and realized that his erection had become hard.
He immediately thought of his mother.
He stood up and went to take a shower.
I did it a little too much last night.Mai Mai said to himself.
Hopefully he didn't mess it up completely.
Mai Mai walked down the stairs, and there was only maid Maria in the kitchen.
His parents had already had breakfast.
He could see his father trimming and watering the lawn, waiting for the heat wave to arrive while preparing for the scorching heat.
Where is my mother, where is she?
Your mother is preparing to meet her friend in Cavalaire, the colonel's wife.
Mai Mai fell into a depressed and depressed depression.
He turned back to his room alone, and he sat down at his desk.
He paid attention to the voice coming from downstairs.
He heard what his mother, Bea, and maid Maria, were saying downstairs.
At this time, if my mother didn't come upstairs to meet him and left the house and went to Cavalier to meet her colonel's wife friend, it would mean that she was really angry with him.
So when he heard the knock on the door outside his room, he jumped up happily.
Um…
It's mom!
He blew a low whistle from his mouth.
My mother was ready to go to the battlefield, and it was obvious how much she valued this meeting.
Biya was wearing a close-fitting white silk dress that highlighted her bronzed skin gradually shining from the sun.
She was wearing a pair of slim burgundy high-heeled sandals, and slender shoelaces were wrapped around her feet.
The shoelaces were like a graceful ribbon, lightly around her slender ankles, and the heels extended vertically, adding to the bending range of her insteps and making her feet look more graceful.
The height of the heel also lengthened the lines of her legs, making her thighs look more symmetrical and slender, and making her hips look plump and round.
The long golden hair that was kissed by the sun was scattered on her shoulders.
Her breasts were not bound by her bra, and the traces of the dark areola can be vaguely seen through the gentle and fit white silk that was pushed up by the convex points of her nipple.
Moreover, my mother exuded a unique mysterious and luxurious perfume smell of Chanel 5 ten steps away.
An irresistible aroma...
Are you lazy, finally willing to get up?.
He suddenly felt that he was being melted by happiness, and his mother seemed to have no resentment towards him.
How beautiful you make yourself!He said to her in a chair next to his desk.Are you going to Cavalaire?Going to meet a playboy, right?
What?A playboy?What's this story?
She playfully shook her long hair back, leaned against the door, fiddling with her sunglasses.
How beautiful she is!
Mom is so beautiful.
She will definitely drive those guys crazy, those lustful men.
Come on, Mai Mai said.
Do you expect me to believe that you dress yourself up like a big star for the sake of a bastard colonel's wife?With such beauty, there must be a man waiting for you on Cavalier's side!
His mother let out a cheerful, crisp giggle like a silver bell.
However, it did not.But let everyone listen to this dirty and annoying little gangster.Is this a normal tone of speaking to his mother?
They circulate and blend like liquid, and both mother Biya and son Mai Mai were aware of this dangerous message.
At the same time, they were also frightened by the intensity of the fatal attraction that deeply drove them mother and son together.
This arrogant and absurd way of flirting is like a sheltered barrier.
This is normal, if you have a boyfriend, I have nothing to feel strange about.Dad, an old man, is like a car that is about to be scrapped to you, and it is difficult to get it to start normally now...Moms of my friends, most of them have men outside, and their sons know it too.
His mother Bea gently bites a temple stand on her sunglasses.
Oh, OK.It sounds like…you have some interesting conversations with your friends!
This dress is amazingly beautiful when worn on you.You look like a real movie star.Are you wearing pantyhose inside?
What are you thinking? In such hot weather, would you want to wear pantyhose?You can clearly see that I'm bare-legged.What do you think of my skirt?
She lowered her eyes and looked at her skirt.
What kind of underwear are you wearing inside?Max would love to know.
Are you planning to swim in Cavalaire?This isn't your swimsuit?You must have worn a pair of black underwear, I bet it's the style of lace.Now it's comfortable to stick to your butt!
Biya rolled her eyes at Maimai.
A pair of black underwear under a white dress?Really nonsense!Oh…If you really want to know, I can tell you that it is a white one.
Lace lace?Transparent?What style will it get stuck in the buttocks and tightly attached to the buttocks?
Do you need to care about what kind of underwear your mom wears?
Please... show me... I like beautiful underwear so much...
He slid from the chair like a snake to the ground, kneeling in front of her quickly and smoothly, so that she could not see his movements clearly.However, he just knelt in front of her and did not touch her.
Let me see your beautiful panties, he begged.Please, mom!
You are hopeless, Mai Mai.How could I give birth to a son like you, huh?
She gently stroked his hair.
I have to leave.
Please, mom!
She sighed, then lifted her skirt to her waist with a quick movement that suffocated him.
A round thigh with a skin color that was about to sun-tan, as if it emerged from the white hibiscus flower.
Don't touch it, okay?You promise me!
Mom Biya showed a slutty and evil and charming posture he had never seen before and raised her hips; she was wearing a pair of white transparent lace panties, and she could see the bulge of the mons pubic pubic like a hill, the thick pubic hair in the triangle area, and the crack in the vaguely visible vaginal contour.
Oh, these underwear are so wonderful... It's really great...
Are you satisfied now?Have you seen it clearly enough?
She pretended to pull down her skirt, but he stopped her with a pleading gesture.
He leaned his face closer and smelled it, as if he was recognizing the fragrance of a flower and sniffing the crotch between his mother's thighs.
She put one hand on her son's head, ready to push him away at any moment of alertness to deal with possible potential dangers; however, in order to facilitate taming her mother and gaining her acceptance, Mai Mai was extremely gentle at this moment.
You smell so good, he sighed.You even sprayed your perfume on the bushes...
Of course, this kind of high temperature weather...we will sweat...I...
Of course, you didn't spray your vagina with water for the sake of the colonel's wife. You're going to meet a man, right?It's all carefully prepared for him, so that he can take it off your body...you'll wear this beautiful, charming, seductive and slutty underwear...
Mai Mai...
At this moment, his face was almost pressed against her, and she could feel his scorching breath squirting against her genitals; Bea didn't have the strength to push him away.
He put his hand on her thighs, slowly approaching the edge of the white lace panties, and a finger slid into the pubic hair of her lower body.
Mai Mai...stopped immediately...soon...
A little cute hug, a brief hug...that's all, I swear.After that, you can go to meet your man, your real baby!
He gently hooked his mother's panties to one side, revealing her mother's black pubic hair.
My mother's vagina was slightly open, the edge of her honey lips was already a little wet, and a pink thread was cut in the soft hair.
He gently placed his lips on the thin groove of the gap, touching the wet jade door, causing his mother's vagina to ripples and curl, causing it to tremble and spasm.
Mai Mai...
Well, what a great chanel mixed with body aroma Ah.
A vicious sweetness invaded him.
He felt that he was about to lose his life, and this extreme happiness suffocated him and even died.
Biya reluctantly spread her legs together slightly a little apart, and her slim heels made a scratch on the floor.
How understanding my mother is, and how much she likes to cooperate and let others mercy!
My mom, my beautiful and lewd mom Ah!
Stop, no, don't do this, Mai Mai, it's so disgusting to do this... You are teasing me... This will make me feel itchy...
The tip of his tongue gently licked her vagina, especially delicately licking the crack between his mother's honey lips.
Biya's vagina gradually bloomed under her son's tongue.
He longed for his tongue to penetrate deep into his mother's wet vagina, and he firmly believed that her flower core was already muddy.
However, Biya pushed him away suddenly, and her heel hit the floor with a dull thud!
Mai Mai!Look at what you look like?
It's all over, don't be angry.I just want to hug you from behind and I will let you go.
Mai Mai hugged her mother's slender and slender waist, and asked her to turn around and turn her back to him.
My mother's white lace thong is embroidered with exquisite floral patterns, and each flower outlines the texture of the petals and the curves of the leaves with delicate lines, which is complex and soft.
The big butt, as round and smooth as a mature peach, is subtly divided by the slender crotch strap of the thong into elegantly highlighted hips on both sides, bulging high in the seductive arc, like soft hills.
The ceramic white buttocks are set against the backdrop of the lace thong, and are indecent and full of temptation.
Mai Mai reached out to weigh the buttocks on one side, kissed them, and then pinched the buttocks on the other side.
At this moment, he was trembling with passion and enthusiasm, just as his mother, Biya, was also shaking constantly.
He gently pulled away the tight narrow crotch belt covering the middle of his mother's buttocks, and looked at his anus that was exposed like purple chrysanthemum patterns.
He leaned his nose close to smell it, and the smell of perfume was emitted from his mother's asshole.
Mom really spits Chanel on her and goes all out!
Mai Mai...stop...no!
He stood up and she put down her skirt and fell down.
He kissed her temples gently.
Although her face was a little dark because of sunbathing, her cheeks were now full of rose-like crimson.
You are my most beautiful mother, and I don't want you to be angry with me.
Then don't be naughty.Mai Mai!
I will treat my mother very gentle, very, very gentle...
He wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and they walked out of the room.
Because of the high-heeled sandals that Biya chose today, she seems to be much taller than her son.
Mai Mai felt his mother's flexible waist soften under his arms. He believed that such slackness was also a reflection of his mother's surrender to him.
Some beautiful and elegant women, especially his mother, Bea.
In Mai Mai's perception, he felt that they were as flexible and powerful as some vines in the plant category, and their bodies could be so soft and flexible. Such coordinated motor ability allowed him to appreciate the beauty of women and feel the beauty of women.
Through the skirt, he lifted his mother's plump breasts, which were full of elasticity and spheres.
You really have goddess-like buttocks, you know, mom.
Biya slapped her son a light and small slap in the face to warn him, but her son laughed.They hugged each other down the stairs, tangling like two lovers.
Well, can you tell me? When you are with your dad, do you do it? Use the latter?
What are you talking about?What, from behind?
From behind, you know.From the back, it is not a dog-like back-entry...the kind that is like a gay guy...
...But, Mai Mai, why do you ask this?What kind of attitude do you have?Don't you feel ashamed of asking such questions to your mother?Of course not!
Are you with those men in Cavalaire?I'm sure some people want to possess you from the back, and see your hips like you, they must have the desire to walk through your back door...will you do this?
Mai Mai, first of all, it's not your business.Second, and second, I don’t have the men you mentioned in Cavalaire.
They still walked out tightly and stepped into the scorching sun.In the distance, standing by the pool, the shirtless commander turned his back to them.He stared at the pool quietly.
Don't hold me like this... Your father is not blind...
He was dizzy by his mother's tacit tone of accomplice, and was very happy and moved.He gently patted his mother's butt, and his heart was filled with happiness.
Go and have some fun and have fun. While I was reviewing my homework, your husband was watering the lawn!
He watched his mother walk away from him, she walked so gracefully, the provocative pose of the seductive dancer, even more charming against the high heels.
As she entered the garage, he quietly ran to chase her barefoot.
You scared me!What else do you want?You're such a clingy little guy, you know?
A hug...just here...
He held one of her breasts.
Mai Mai...you are very irrational.What if your father suddenly appears at this time?
He pulled down the elastic neckline; all of these skirts were designed the same, probably more convenient when she drove with the man.
The breasts popped out, with big surprised eyes.
He put his nipples in his mouth and sucked them.
The nipples immediately became firm and perky.
OK, enough, stop now.
He asked his mother to get into the Princess's car and leaned over to the door.
Will you rush back before dark?
I'm not sure yet.I'll call if necessary.Maybe my friend would invite me to dinner if her husband wasn't there...
I will miss you!Anyway, even if you are late to come home, come and give me a hug tonight.I will wait for you.
If you promise, you will be obedient.
Be good!
How can a person be obedient when he falls into the quagmire of love?
He really fell in love with his mother?
So hard to extricate yourself and feel pathologically restless?
Isn’t love itself a disease?
After the car left, Mai Mai returned from the garage.
His father sat on a lounge chair under the parasol, sucking a terrible little cigar that smelled like shit.
Mai Mai took out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and returned to his room.
As soon as he got there, he took off his shorts and stood naked in front of the mirror.
He imitated the tone of his mother Biya speaking to him as she left.
If you promise, you will be obedient!
Mom is such a lewd woman!He took out his glans and looked at it carefully in front of the mirror.
Of course I will be obedient, a beautiful mother.Look, this is my glans.
He let out a dirty laugh, causing his heart, lungs, spleen and stomach to tremble like a turbulent wave.
Do you mind I'm inserting it into your cute asshole?Beautiful mom?Hiding from that old man secretly?You suck it for me too, right?Just use your beautiful mouth, and use such exquisite and beautiful makeup and charming lip gloss to give me the best effect.Use your beautiful slut's mouth...
He imagined Mom Bea in a hotel on Cavalaire Beach, behind pulled shutters, in a room overlooking the sea.
A strange man, the kind of bastard who often appears on the summer beach, has dark skin and is well-melted, forcing her to lie on the bed on all sides.
He would slowly pull her and fuck her pussy slowly; eventually he would fuck his cock into her beautiful, fragrant perfume-scented asshole, and she would scream and cry.
It was like the familiar sound he overheard from his parents' master bedroom, making a wild beast-like crying howl, heart-stirring.
His hand twitched, and a stream of semen sputtered onto the mirror, dripping onto it like a big mouthful of saliva.
Then, an inexplicable sense of loss hit his heart, and his heart was filled with emptiness and sadness.
He sat with his father and ate in silence, while Maria was waiting for him.
There was no communication between father and son even more than three sentences.
The commander who forced the rosé wine to go to bed and continued to snore like thunder.
Mai Mai was suddenly controlled by an impulse that he could not explain, and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of vodka.
He wondered what it would feel like to drink it and why his mother would drink so much every time.
He found the taste disgusting, but he swallowed the whole glass of wine, like taking poison.
Its power was so strong that he quickly coughed, his eyes filled with tears.
He cursed the dirty thing, returned to his room, and fell on the bed.
In a blurred state, he saw the walls of the room constantly moving closer and contracting, his ears buzzing, and he could no longer hear any cicadas; he felt the bed sinking infinitely, turning and falling like a carousel.
Then everything turned black.
******
When he woke up from his sleep, the afternoon was coming to an end; an uncomfortable headache grabbed his temple.
His tongue was extremely dry and his mouth smelled of a bitter and chubby drug.
He walked to the sink to drink water, letting the water flow between his neck.
Cavallare is simply crowded!It's worse than being in Saint-Tropez.
He is not dreaming.
It was indeed the voice of his mother Biya coming from the balcony.
She has actually come back!
This is very different from her usual habitual style.
Other times in the past, she would only return home at night.
There was only a bunch of Dutch people in floral shirts… It was terrible…and the Germans were worse!
He stood up and walked to the window and looked out.
Mom was just below, standing there eating cherries.
Commander's father was reading a newspaper she brought back.
Maid Maria is peeling the green beans, preparing to make them into a lettuce salad.
There was a basket between her legs.
This time, the tourism season really began.So, I just thought...I'd better go home...all these tourists, I...
Her cute tone, every time she poses in a coquettish voice, dresses up as a simple-minded person, like a talking doll, like a luxury... When she does this, all this artificiality makes Mai leave her anger.
After all, she is no longer a twenty-year-old girl, she is a mother of children, a wife who should appear in her husband's vision in the right place!
Why do you still have to play a childish woman!
I bought figs…and cherries…they are on sale…you should refrigerate them in the refrigerator, Maria, they are already ripe…
Biya is always used to wearing sunglasses over her head, like a middle school girl, who might think it's fashionable.
Just as she raised her head, Mai Mai took a step back in time to avoid her sight.
Has the little guy come downstairs yet, Adrian?He shouldn't have been in his room all summer... It's still a holiday now... I'm going to see him, but the little guy in Pity...
That's right, take your pretty slut's ass and walk up and let me say something to her.Mai Mai walked to his desk and sat down.
Are you still studying, Mai Mai?You should go swimming for a while... It's so crowded in Cavalaire...
Oh no, she should stop repeating her farce.
You're back?
He was frightened by his violent heartbeat.
It is undeniable that love is a disease.
He didn't turn his head, like a sulky child.
She closed the door, walked closer, and threw some magazines on the desk in front of him.
Look, naughty kid, I've brought you some pictures.
"Hi, Friends", "Salute to the Films", "Movie Magazine".
She knew her son's taste.
He opened the first magazine at hand.
A picture of Brigitte Bardot, nude, from a film she just worked with Godard.
Do you like it, Brigitte Bardot?his mother asked.
She stood close beside him, putting one hand on the back of his head, gently tugging at his hair.
Are you sulking, Mai Mai?Why are you feeling depressed?
He muttered.Her soft hips rested on his arms.Her scent.
She bent down, as if she wanted to read the short passage below the photo with him.
He slid his arm under the table and first placed it flat on his knees.
His mother got closer.
He pressed tightly against him.
So, isn't Cavalaire fun?Have you not been there for so long? Have you not found a suitable man?
He subconsciously moved his hand and placed it mechanically on his mother's calf, and Biya did not react at all.
Oh, the weather is so hot Ah… I suddenly felt that it would be better to be with my wheat wheat in the garden!
One of his hands slid up to the depression of his mother's knee, where the skin was so soft; his other hand was placed on the desk, turning the first page of the magazine.
It's Brigitte Bardot again!his mother said.Really, I only pay attention to her!Oh, I originally wanted to bring you some cherries, but I forgot to put them downstairs...
Mom stopped talking and fell into silence.
Mai Mai's hands continued to move upwards under her skirt, now gently stroking the back of her thighs.
He thought she would act spoiled and resisted with some concerns, at least refuted in words and verbally, but nothing happened, nothing happened, everything was silent zero.
My mother acted as if nothing had happened, and she looked as if nothing had happened.
Mai Mai's penis was erect and pressed against his mother's abdomen.
Meanwhile, mom suddenly leaned over the table, supporting her body with an elbow, as if this article about a movie about Bardot and Godard's last love idol really attracted her great interest.
Mai Mai began to tremble, his throat tightened, and he felt as if he was about to suffocate.
She pressed her entire hip against him, leaning heavily against him, and now she began to slowly flip the pages of the magazine.
Her hint was almost straightforward, and she conveyed directly to him the meaning that he could continue!
Biya's own hands were located under her skirt and touched the part where her thighs and hips were connected.
In this place, there is a slight fold that looks like a mark from a shave, but this feature is usually only found in very young girls.
He couldn't help it anymore and grabbed her buttocks directly.
He heard his mother hold her breath, and his own heart beat in his chest: his mother had taken off her underwear.
Her butt was exposed!
There was no word, no protest, no her usual dramatic reaction, nor her usual pretentious anger: Mai Mai, bad boy, take your hand away immediately, have you heard the words?
No more I am your mother, Mai Mai!This sentence!
Mom, silent like a sinking fish!
In joy, he moved his hand from one buttock to another, intoxicated by the happiness that she had let himself passively accept his naughty son's touch on her buttocks.
To confirm this more and see how far he could go, he bent one finger and reached into the groove between the groove on his hips, and gently, slowly, tentatively inserted his finger in.
Biya flipped the magazine she was reading on her desk to the next page.
As fast as lightning: she let him in, Mai Mai thought.
This is why mom took off her panties.
Maybe she had sex with someone else in the car on the side of the road... The man's fingers once gently touched his anus; the small and swollen wet dots, this small bump, was like a vortex purple chrysanthemum, blooming quietly there.
To be precise, the moment his fingers stroked it, it tensed nervously and then relaxed.
He longed to touch the wet privacy of his mother's body, and he slowly stretched out his index finger, tremblingly rotated his palm, gently stroked and kneaded and felt the open and hot flower, a vulva-like genital device like a clam.
My mother's clams were expanding, and the labia minora had already cracked.
It felt like a scorching feeling, and watery love fluid was oozing out.
He pushed his fingers in and fiddled with them.
Biya's entire vagina was wet.
He added another finger and reached in.
Mai Mai's fingers were as thin and long as his mother Biya's fingers. At this time, his slender fingers were aimed at his mother's clam pussy and penetrated deeply.
Biya couldn't help but arched her waist, as if the deepest bottom of her genitals needed these delicate and dense caresses.
Oh, Mai Mai suddenly giggled and said, "You see the expression on his face, it's so funny...
Biya pointed her nails with Kodan to a photo of a rock musician in the magazine, with his guitar slung across his shoulder.
Once again, she made her exaggerated, doll-like stupid Cute sound, a hypocritical and sharp tone.
She was acting for the old man's husband below the building, while the depths of her vagina were stirred and tillaged by her son's two fingers... He gently rotated his fingers, pulled them back, and put them back in.
Then he pulled them out thoroughly and flattened them, slid along the hot and sticky slit of the vagina looking for the clitoris.
The labia bloomed completely slanted, like two large warm slugs.
He found his mother's pistil bead, the bud that was about to bloom, had long become tough and graceful due to the baptism of lust.
That person, oh, that long hair!His mother sighed loudly there.
She didn't mind being heard by her stupid and old husband downstairs. Her exaggerated tone was her perfect dramatic performance at this moment.
She gasped gently, her body trembling slightly under the surge of pleasure.And Mai Mai asked in a very low voice: Mom... Have you ever been with a man in Cavalaire?
She replied softly in the same tone, while he teased her clitoris and tugged it gently.
No.Of course not!How could you have this idea?I just took a short walk...
He pinched her clitoris and pulled it hard.His mother's hands tightly clenched the back of his neck.How she liked this, letting her mussels get men to caress and get scratched.
You went there to be a call, stop making up stories.I am not your commander husband.
All of this suddenly became obvious and extremely bright.She had no fixed lover waiting in Cavalaire, as he initially suspected.
This was obvious, and it even suddenly illuminated the heart of the young man Mai Mai.
Mom Biya has no fixed lover there, as he initially suspected.
Yet she is smarter and much more cunning than that exclusive way.
She will not be a woman who simply passively has a specific lover. She can even treat her emotional relationships coldly with higher wisdom and calmness.
She is a self-protection woman.
Biya is good at flirting and prefers to be flirting; Biya is often approached by men, but she prefers to seduce men.
A woman like her, just sits on the terrace of a cafe and is immediately like a fly is attracted by a piece of candy, and men of all kinds will gather around her.
Dutch, German, Belgian, she can choose whatever she wants... She is spoiled by men.
Mai Mai knew more and more about the unknown mother behind her under the glamor and beauty.
He once secretly searched her personal belongings. Several condoms were hidden in her exquisite and unique Kun bag, which allowed her to accept a passionate invitation at any time, indulging in pleasure without worrying about the many troubles of being infected with the disease of the willow.
Jealousy and excitement changed violently in Maimai's heart, colliding repeatedly.
This made his fingers sweep back and forth between his mother's vagina and clitoris like crazy.
This is an expression of love and hate!
This is a conflict between spirit and flesh!
He flipped his mother's private parts freely and explored without hesitation.
She didn't resist at all, letting her son do whatever he wanted and indulge in frivolity!
He occasionally teased her anus.
She accepted everything.
In his heart, he was full of holes and was filled with complete chaos, and everything became inverted and disorderly.
My mother, my beautiful mother, let me touch all the holes of her body.
She acquiesced to me fuck her!
He was on the verge of ejaculation, his thighs tightly clamped the stem of his testicles, holding his breath to stop it.
No, it's too stupid to squirt like this!
He wanted to get her again, making her feel deeply disgusted by it until she was tired of it too.
He gently stroked his mother's vagina, pushed aside her thick pubic hair, and pulled the sticky tender flesh. He could guess how sensitive and delicate my mother's labia minora would be.
Biya no longer reads the magazine's pages, stays still and is tightening her hip muscles, making the hip mounds on both sides separate to the maximum extent. An irresistible tempting posture is waiting...
Tell me the truth, mom, you have worked with a man, right?A German?
Mai Mai, it's not your business.
Tell me.Please.Is it a German man?
No, it's a... Dutch... or a Danish... He can't speak French.
Young?Older?
Very... Very young... I've always been skeptical of older men...
Do you feel good?
She shook her head.
The reason why Biya came back early was because she didn't find the man that matched her expectations and the brave, young horse.
The young boy just made her even more excited, and now she had to come and ask her son to extinguish her burning craze and get satisfactory comfort.
However, Mai Mai's bitterness did not suppress his excitement.
Mother.
What?
Don't move, especially now, do you understand, mom... keep this... Can you promise me?
She nodded slightly to agree.
He pushed the chair back and saw her cheek.
My mother's face was flushed, her cheeks were already soaked in sweat, and crystal beads of sweat dripped off.
She stared at a pair of beautiful big eyes, but showed a blank expression, staring at a photo in the magazine.
He walked behind his mother and rolled his white long skirt around her waist, revealing her white butt like a white porcelain jade bottle.
Compared with the generally petite and delicate smooth buttock lines of girls, the mother's buttocks show the unique broadness, plumpness, strength and strength of mature women, and the more curved rhythmic beauty presents the sculptural plumpness and yet quiet elegance.
He knelt down and smelled the open flesh slit between the dark hair; looking up from bottom to top and enjoying it from behind, his mother's genitals looked like a burst pomegranate crystal clear and greasy, bright red vagina, and the edges were soft and subtle interweaving and blending the colors of lilac and light red, like the gorgeous reflection of neon light, like a dream, the scattered and sparse light spots added to a layer of grace and mystery... This reminded him of a wound, a mature female beast that was torn and split and was still intercourse, wet and oozing, and mixed with sweat, emitting a strong and extremely irresistible scent of temptation.
Mom Biya's female body odor stimulated his nose and olfactory nerves, seducing his original desire to further try her rich taste with her sense of taste.
He pinched the labia majora with his fingers and spread it gently, stretching out like a flower's petal.
He gave himself a close-up perspective to draw it closer, like a close-up shot on a pornographic photo.
A close-up photo of pornographic images that he once was very addicted to was exactly the same as what he saw in front of him.
Oh, Mai Mai...Mai Mai...
You don't need to speak, you promised it.Don’t say anything, don’t move... My dear mother, my mother who belongs to me alone... I was born from such a charming hole given by my mother...
He stretched his mother's labia, allowing her entire vulva to be completely open, revealing a red cave from her body.
He licked the soft film of the wrinkled inner wall of his vagina with the tip of his tongue, which tasted a little bitter.
No, Mai Mai, don't do this...
He didn't stick to it, stood up, opened his shorts, and took out his penis.How hard it is.He pointed it at that red target with one hand..
Oh, mom, mom...my mother belongs to me alone...
Mai Mai was intoxicated, indulged in sweetness, and entered the body of this warm, moist, and lively woman.
Biya took a deep breath, straightened her hips and moved backwards so that her vagina would be tighter and smoother to welcome the insertion of her son's penis.
He was so scared that he almost jumped up, and he gasped in horror, then filled with unexpected joy and joy.
Because her hand slid between his thighs, she gently stroked his testicles with her fingers, giving him an extremely gentle touch experience.
He gently pulled his mother's skirt like a calyx, until it was close to her shoulder blades, so that he could enjoy the graceful and sun-tanned back, and her beautiful and plump white and thick buttocks.
Mom's delicate and white buttocks like ceramic!
My slutty mom's filthy bitch's slippery ass!
The feeling of insertion made him feel so beautiful and pleasant that his a little fluttering and his thinking turned blank.
He thought she would come back late at night, but he didn't expect to get intimate with her so soon.
He took a step back a little, then rushed up again, deeply integrating into his mother's vagina.
He sticks to his mother like a fly trapped in honey.
The impulse brought by desire made him even more crazy.
He speeded up like a train eager to gallop.
Mai Mai... slow down...
What?
Slow, mai... slower...
Is this OK?
He slowed down and slowed down again; he barely twitched, penetrated deep into his mother's body.
Biya nodded.
Yes, that's what she wants.
Feel his presence in her.
And I hope this feeling lasts for a long time and lasts forever.
She raised her waist slightly to better welcome his entry.
Her posture reminded him of a female wild dog squatting down on the street waiting to be bribed by a male dog.
He used his hands to separate his mother's buttocks, and from it he could see the tight, deep concave and dark purple asshole, full-shaped, like a withered lilac flower.
This is funny, a woman's fart hole; it makes people want to laugh.
He sucked his fingers and placed his fingers in the center of his mother's narrow tight ass hole.
Can I, mom?Here?Can I?
Mom Biya lowered her head and said she accepted it.
He pressed the tip of his finger against the center of her asshole.
He was surprised to find his fingers entering so smoothly, so fast.
Mom's asshole is warm and elastic.
The interior is moist.
Suddenly, he had a trace of suspicion.
She applied Vaseline!
Has she been inserted into the anus?
He inserted his entire finger into it.
His fingers passed through the membrane that separates the anus and vagina, and he could feel the touch of his penis on the other side of the membrane.
He heard his mother's moan.
A strong sense of power suddenly surged into Maimai's heart; he even seemed to be exercising his rights, which was making Mother Biya completely surrender to his domination.
He treated her hips as he wanted to control her entire body, she accepted everything, her body belonged entirely to him.
However, he was once again plagued by the idea that his mother had used Vaseline.
She accepts everything about being with any man, not just being with him!
Mom, I've tasted vodka, you know.
Oh, you shouldn't have done this, Mai Mai.You are still too young!
I don't like this, but because I'm a little annoyed with you, you go to Cavalaire to flirt with other men.
He took a step back and stuffed it in again.
Although I am still too young to drink vodka, I am not too young to enjoy the company of your sex joy…
Mai Mai, don’t say bad things.Be a good boy, Mai Mai, and promised me not to drink anymore...
If you treat me well, I won't drink it again.
Do you think I am not good enough to you now?
Yes, it's very good...how do you feel good, mom?
Yes, I felt it.Oh, Mai Mai, what we did was wrong.This is so terrible...
He pulled his fingers out of his mother's anus, which remained open, like a small pink zero, surrounded by a circle of tan, radial folds.
I think it's all really good.Please open your beautiful and fragrant buttocks, like a bitch. I like when you are a bitch, spread your asshole and make it like a blooming chrysanthemum... Yes, that's it... Oh, mom.Your asshole is still blooming with beauty like a flower...Aren't you angry when I put my finger in it?Can I put it in again?
No, I wasn't angry.You can do whatever you want…but be gentle…
But your asshole is very wet, mom.Why is this?
Don't ask such unbearable questions, Mai Mai, when you are a polite young man.You know, it's not just the front.Ladies also have moments of moistening their anus during sexual behavior…
Should he believe his mother?It feels smooth and smooth like using Vaseline.
Mom…I’m going to spray it on you, and you’ll know that I’ll be better than your German boy…with or without Vaseline!
Shut up… When you are a gentleman, you shouldn’t say such things to a lady!
Tits...I want big tits too, I want everything...Mom, lift your skirt up...
Biya struggled under her son's crotch, twisted and curled up until she peeled off her skirt until her collarbone was exposed. Her breasts were bouncing in her son's palms, and her nipples were bulging with fullness.
Mai Mai...So quickly fight...I have to go downstairs...
Suddenly, Biya became hasty.
He kneaded her breasts hard, piercing into her mother's body again and again, semen ejaculated from his body, sprayed into her vagina, and semen poured deep into her body and uterus.
He felt like he was being split in half from his neck to his anus by a scorching razor.
He collapsed on his mother Biya panting.
They were soaked in sweat mixed with each other.
Biya slowly squirmed on the table, trying to break free from the constraints her son had caused to her.
Oh, Mai Mai... This is wrong... Get up and let me go.Your father will have questions.
Mai Mai's thin body slid to Biya's side, and she was able to break free. She immediately stood up straight, pulled down her skirt, hurried to the mirror, and looked at him with her back.
Oh my God...that face...
Mai Mai stood up, threw himself on the bed, took off his shorts, then spread his legs wide, and stretched his arms straight like a cross.
His penis was still erecting, trembling and waving, and thin watery semen gushed out.
She sorted out her own long wavy curls dyed golden in front of the mirror.
He thought that his cum would slide down his thighs.
Their eyes met in the mirror; she moved her body gently, no longer allowing him to see her face.
I have to leave...
She wouldn't just leave like this, since she had got what she wanted!
She seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and when she was about to leave, she suddenly turned around, as if driven by a kind of guilt and regret.
Oh, Mai Mai...your little sparrow is soaked...
She walked over and squatted in front of the bed, her hands tightly holding her son Maimai's genitals and testicles.He put his hand on his mother Biya's head.
Dirty little sparrow, disgusting little sparrow, do you treat your mother like this?
Biya quickly kissed and pecked at her son's testicles and penis.
Give it a kiss, Mai Mai said, his voice revealing emotions that he had never realized.A real…lip…you know…
No, it's too dirty...
Just one...
She opened her mouth, just like when she was a child she played the game where the big beast bites people.
Mom wants to eat you.
Yes, mom, eat me.
She swallowed his testicles and cock in one bite.
Mai Mai's hand stroked his mother Biya's cheek, while his hands slightly exerted control of his mother's head, and he felt his penis become full of vitality again.
She gulped and enjoyed his stem, sucking, her tongue licking back and forth down his testicles.
Mother……
He pulled her up and his penis slipped out of her mouth; she felt ashamed, as if she could not bear his gaze, and she buried herself in her son's neck and nestled on his shoulder.
Kiss me, mom, he begged, on my lips, it also needs a kiss...
She shook her head; but then she looked for his face and pressed her comfortable red lips against her son's mouth.Their tongues are tangled together…the smell of lip gloss…
The emotion this kiss brought to Mai Mai was so strong that he began to sob.He wrapped his hands around his mother's shoulders.She felt heartbroken by her son's crying and was at a loss.
Mai Mai...Don't cry...oh, my god...but why...this is my fault!Mom is a criminal!
I don't want you to go to Cavalaire to find someone to flirt with.I can't stand it... Why do you want to be with those people... I hate you!
Biya seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and kept kissing her son's face and licking away her tears.
I won't go again, I promise, I won't go again.You're right, I'll never go again.
I want you to belong only to me.Mom, I belong only.
The mother and son hugged each other tightly.
Yes, my dear baby, it belongs only to you.
She placed her hands between her son Maimai's thighs.His cock began to erect again and became firm and she clamped it with her fingers.
Your beautiful big butt is prepared for me, do you understand?It belongs only to me.Only keep it for me.
All for you, Mai Mai belongs to you alone.Everything in front, behind, everything... everything exists for you...
She hugged him, coaxing and pampering him like she did when she was a child.He held his hard and sticky penis in one hand, hugging him tightly against his chest, and gently covered his forehead and eyelids like a raindrop.
let me see……
What?
Show me your big ass.It's mine, and I have the right to want to see it anytime, anywhere.You can't refuse me.
yes dear.You have all rights…it belongs to you.
She wiped his eyes, then stood up, with her back to him, lifting her white dress.
He almost fell off the bed and knelt on the ground, as if he was worshiping his mother's butt, and then he spread his mother's butt.
The anus is like purple circles, and there is semen attached to the pubic hair.
I want to lick your asshole...
No, I'm very dirty... Maimai, my mother is very dirty!
You have no right to say no again.Never.You have to obey everything I want!Anything I want to do!
He licked the thin folds around her anus that looked like a chrysanthemum texture, which was tightly squeezing, and then he stuffed his mouth into his mother's asshole.
I like your asshole.I love everything about you, I love everything about mom.
Oh, Mai Mai, my little baby, my little boy, my little guy!
She turned around, grabbed his armpits, threw him onto the bed, knelt in a hurry between his legs, and once again put his penis in her mouth, leaving her son's penis motionless in her mouth. Biya was like a full beast, biting a little mouse with a fierce mouth, and carefully preventing it from completely dying. Her teeth were biting her son's cock.
The mother and son stayed in this position for a long time.
At dusk, when night is about to fall, you can hear the commander downstairs chatting and laughing with the maid Maria, and the chirping of birds.
Biya licked her son's entire lower body, between her hips and hips, under the balls, on the glans, and licked whatever the tip of her tongue touched, just like a female cat licking its kitten.
Then she stepped back a little and looked at her son's pink penis and neatly trimmed scrotum.
She seemed extremely gentle and tender.
Mom has cleaned you, you are very clean now.Oh, why is this naughty little guy getting hard again... don't you feel ashamed?
His penis did get erect again.She flicked his cock playfully and then stood up.
I really have to go, Mai Mai, she said in a low, busy tone, as if she was suddenly trying to downplay what had just happened and treat it as an insignificant and unaffected childish play.
They really will doubt and have doubts.
You told them you were lying on my bed and we started a big chat.You'll come over tonight to give me a hug, right?A affectionate hug.
OK, you naughty little guy!A very affectionate hug.
Also, mom, don’t put underwear in your skirt when you come, just like now.OK?With your ass bare!From now on, every time you walk into my room, you will have to be naked and not be allowed to wear underwear.
how?You actually made such a request to your mother without shame?Okay, go swim for a while and stop talking stupid things.Go and exercise.It is not healthy to be stuck in the room all day at your age.You will become weak!I talked to your dad about this yesterday, and Biya suddenly became talkative, as if she was trying hard to pretend that she had not heard his shameless requests just now, and took the opportunity to regain her status as a mother.
He agrees that you can ride your bike at night.He also agreed that you could go for a walk in the town.The key of the padlock is in the glove box in the princess' car.Okay, go and exercise more, Mai Mai.
Mom Biya almost returned to her former role in a flash. Mai Mai was almost stunned, unable to speak or make a sound.
It was a clever change, like a premeditated trick.
He had just licked his mother's asshole, and in a blink of an eye, she became the mother character who was worried about the health of him, the little angel.
Before he could react, he was shocked by this sudden transformation. Biya threw a distraught little boy into the vast void at a loss, then turned around gorgeously and left his room coolly.
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