Let me say that I was afraid that Aunt Rimei would hit me again, so I obediently obediently obediently and removed my hands that covered my little dick. But strangely, after my hands were removed, my dick actually became thicker, harder, and longer. Maybe because I was not convinced of her arrogantness, so I stood up to protest!
That expression and that posture were full of provocation, but after a moment, I realized that all protests were invalid.
She stared at my cock, looked at it for a long time, frowned, maybe she was wondering how I had such a mutated reaction at such a young age!
After a while, her brows stretched out and she laughed: Little thing, I wonder if I am embarrassed to ask my aunt to take a bath for you? It turns out that it was because of this
I don't like her laugh now. I always feel that her laughter is so harsh and feels like being ridiculed. I pouted angrily, turned my face and stopped looking at her.
When she saw me turn her face, her tone suddenly became soft and asked me: "Send me, what's wrong with you? Are you angry with my aunt? Oh! My aunt doesn't mean to laugh at you."
Of course I was angry. I had grown up and understood the meaning of shyness. I didn't want her to help me take a bath anymore. But she was maternal and was arrogant to me. She insisted on scolding me and took a bath. What can I do in this situation?
What else can I do besides being humbly angry to show my dissatisfaction? Could it be that I would argue with her, make a fuss with her, or fight her? Forget it! I can't argue with her, and I can't beat her, so I can only obey her.
I'm not right about giving it to my son. What's wrong with you? Why don't you answer? She saw that I didn't speak for a long time and didn't face her face, so she said again
I was still silent, but the consequence of my silence was that I was slapped again on my butt. I could strongly feel the pain in the place where my butt was beaten by her.
What happened to her? Have you figured it out? I am not her son, nor is she my mother. Why did she treat me in this way that mother treats my son?
After she hit me, she continued to soap on my Guangguang body. When she touched my cock, I couldn't help but scream.
Her slender hands were very soft, gently caressing and rubbing like silk... An unprecedented sense of comfort, with my cock as a dot, began to draw numb circles around my body.
This strange feeling actually appeared in my body. When I was touched and scrubbed by her several times before, I didn't feel anything. Why now...
Could it be that the things below me have really grown up and know how to harvest the stimulation brought by the outside world?
Under her caressing-like action, I was hard, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I wanted to hit the wall. Damn guy, it was so boring. The more I struggled in my heart to shrink it to its original size, the more it went against my wishes.
She was teasing the bird in the cage, soaping me over and over again. I endured, humiliated, and shyly waiting for the moment when she ended.
Finally she made soap for me and started to pour water on me with a wet towel. After it was cleaned, she wrung out the moisture in the towel and helped me wipe my wet body. She did this series of movements very meticulously and gentlely. For a moment, I really thought she was my mother.
I have never experienced maternal love, nor do I understand what maternal love feels like, but from her eyes and her actions, I seem to feel vaguely that this is maternal love!
As before, after taking a shower for me, she would hold my naked body in her arms and put it in the quilt. I lay on the bed and watched her take out the basin of dirty water left by me. After a while, I would see her bringing in a basin of clean water.
I knew she was going to take a shower, so she always helped me wash it first and then washed it for herself. I never paid attention to seeing how she took off her clothes and how she took a shower before, but this time, for some reason, I was very curious
After she put the basin on the ground, she turned her face and looked at me, and said with a slight anger: Little guy, why are you so wide? Are you shy about asking your aunt to take a bath for you? Why are you embarrassed to see your aunt take a bath now?
No...no
When she said this, my face turned red and hot like a crab that had just been out of the pot. However, I did not turn my face shyly. A strong curiosity made me want to continue watching.
No! Haha... She laughed loudly and said generously, Auntie is not afraid of being seen by you little guy, just look at it if you want!
I was really embarrassed, as if I was watching her take a shower, it was a kind of praise or appreciation for her?
She didn't feel shy at all, and unbuttoned the buttons in front of me. Her unbuttoning movement was very slow. At this time, the slowness was a kind of mood and an attraction, which made my heart pound and thump.
The rural women in that era did not wear bras. The key is that there was no such thing at that time. After she unbuttoned all the buttons, she exposed a small, almost transparent vest inside.
The little vest was filled with spring scenery in the garden. I couldn't help but stare at it a little stunned, hoping that she would get rid of the hateful little vest as soon as possible...
That expression and that posture were full of provocation, but after a moment, I realized that all protests were invalid.
She stared at my cock, looked at it for a long time, frowned, maybe she was wondering how I had such a mutated reaction at such a young age!
After a while, her brows stretched out and she laughed: Little thing, I wonder if I am embarrassed to ask my aunt to take a bath for you? It turns out that it was because of this
I don't like her laugh now. I always feel that her laughter is so harsh and feels like being ridiculed. I pouted angrily, turned my face and stopped looking at her.
When she saw me turn her face, her tone suddenly became soft and asked me: "Send me, what's wrong with you? Are you angry with my aunt? Oh! My aunt doesn't mean to laugh at you."
Of course I was angry. I had grown up and understood the meaning of shyness. I didn't want her to help me take a bath anymore. But she was maternal and was arrogant to me. She insisted on scolding me and took a bath. What can I do in this situation?
What else can I do besides being humbly angry to show my dissatisfaction? Could it be that I would argue with her, make a fuss with her, or fight her? Forget it! I can't argue with her, and I can't beat her, so I can only obey her.
I'm not right about giving it to my son. What's wrong with you? Why don't you answer? She saw that I didn't speak for a long time and didn't face her face, so she said again
I was still silent, but the consequence of my silence was that I was slapped again on my butt. I could strongly feel the pain in the place where my butt was beaten by her.
What happened to her? Have you figured it out? I am not her son, nor is she my mother. Why did she treat me in this way that mother treats my son?
After she hit me, she continued to soap on my Guangguang body. When she touched my cock, I couldn't help but scream.
Her slender hands were very soft, gently caressing and rubbing like silk... An unprecedented sense of comfort, with my cock as a dot, began to draw numb circles around my body.
This strange feeling actually appeared in my body. When I was touched and scrubbed by her several times before, I didn't feel anything. Why now...
Could it be that the things below me have really grown up and know how to harvest the stimulation brought by the outside world?
Under her caressing-like action, I was hard, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I wanted to hit the wall. Damn guy, it was so boring. The more I struggled in my heart to shrink it to its original size, the more it went against my wishes.
She was teasing the bird in the cage, soaping me over and over again. I endured, humiliated, and shyly waiting for the moment when she ended.
Finally she made soap for me and started to pour water on me with a wet towel. After it was cleaned, she wrung out the moisture in the towel and helped me wipe my wet body. She did this series of movements very meticulously and gentlely. For a moment, I really thought she was my mother.
I have never experienced maternal love, nor do I understand what maternal love feels like, but from her eyes and her actions, I seem to feel vaguely that this is maternal love!
As before, after taking a shower for me, she would hold my naked body in her arms and put it in the quilt. I lay on the bed and watched her take out the basin of dirty water left by me. After a while, I would see her bringing in a basin of clean water.
I knew she was going to take a shower, so she always helped me wash it first and then washed it for herself. I never paid attention to seeing how she took off her clothes and how she took a shower before, but this time, for some reason, I was very curious
After she put the basin on the ground, she turned her face and looked at me, and said with a slight anger: Little guy, why are you so wide? Are you shy about asking your aunt to take a bath for you? Why are you embarrassed to see your aunt take a bath now?
No...no
When she said this, my face turned red and hot like a crab that had just been out of the pot. However, I did not turn my face shyly. A strong curiosity made me want to continue watching.
No! Haha... She laughed loudly and said generously, Auntie is not afraid of being seen by you little guy, just look at it if you want!
I was really embarrassed, as if I was watching her take a shower, it was a kind of praise or appreciation for her?
She didn't feel shy at all, and unbuttoned the buttons in front of me. Her unbuttoning movement was very slow. At this time, the slowness was a kind of mood and an attraction, which made my heart pound and thump.
The rural women in that era did not wear bras. The key is that there was no such thing at that time. After she unbuttoned all the buttons, she exposed a small, almost transparent vest inside.
The little vest was filled with spring scenery in the garden. I couldn't help but stare at it a little stunned, hoping that she would get rid of the hateful little vest as soon as possible...
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