I am a college student and I am studying in a university in this city. The university is very close to home. Let me first talk about my family. My house is big and has two rooms. My parents live in one room and I own one.
My father is the boss of a multinational company. My mother has no job and does housework at home. Sometimes she goes to her father's company to help. She is a veritable deputy boss.
My parents have a bad relationship and almost divorced because their father is very busy with business and often goes out or abroad. The beautiful mother often complains about the boredom of life.
Dad is a very business-minded person, earning a lot of money, and is also a very standard money-keeping slave. Although our family looks very high-end, many of them are given by people who have business dealing with Dad. Dad gives his mother a very small amount of money (not to mention my pocket money). Mom is a very beautiful woman. She cherishes her beautiful face and often goes to beauty. Moreover, she is a very noble woman. It may also be related to her poor when she was young. She spends a lot of money on the show, so her parents often quarrel over money.
Later, my mother got a lot of money from somewhere, and the crisis eased. My father asked her where so much money came from. My mother said she was trading stocks with her friend, so my father just asked her. As long as she didn't ask him for money, everything would be easy to do.
My mother and grandma lived in a remote village with her grandma. The family was very poor. Later, my grandma's family borrowed money from all over the place and owed her a lot of money to send her to the city. After entering the school, she became a stunning beauty and became the school beauty of high school. Although she was relatively closed at that time and was not as open as she is now, people who pursued her could also line up the streets. My father spent a lot of effort to catch her.
She is 41 years old this year, but if you don't say it, others don't know. Because she is well maintained, she looks only in her twenties, with her black and shiny hair, big and confusing big eyes. After looking at it for a long time, she will feel very mysterious and seductive; her straight and round nose; her soft and slightly raised mouth, and her crystal white teeth when she smiles. She is particularly cute. My favorite is my mother's smile. Her curved mouth and charming eyes like black fog, there are so many intoxicating charms.
Moreover, my mother's figure is nothing to say. Her plump breasts, her firm and huge buttocks are often the scenery I pursue. Her only disadvantage is that her waist is a bit thick and fat. After all, she has given birth to a child, but I still like it. She is very elastic and soft when she holds it.
My mother loves me very much and worries about me many things. This is the case with only children. She will agree to things that I don’t ask for excessive demands. But on the other hand, she also strictly controls me. Out of the desire for my son to become a success, she will scold me hard as long as her grades drop. So I really fear and love her and look angry with my mother. In my eyes, it is another kind of beauty, a beauty of caring for mothers.
I don’t know when I started to like my mother. I only remember when I was a teenager. Every time I returned home, my mother’s kind smile was what I most hope to see after school.
When I watched TV together, I watched the female stars on TV, and they were not as beautiful as my mother. Her smile and frown seemed to grow meat, delicious and sweet. I wanted to rush over and eat a bite. I like to hold my mother and watch TV. Although I don’t know anything about men and women, my penis will be very excited as long as it is pressed against my mother’s fat and elastic buttocks. Of course, I dare not move around. My mother has always been not very careful about me and only watch TV by herself.
When I grew up, my feelings for my mother were no longer just a kind of respect. Gradually, my mother slowly sucked my heart tightly like a magnet, and became a kind of mentality of love between men and women.
A classmate came to my house to see my mother and blushed and said to me: Your mother is so beautiful, she feels like her heartbeat.
He said this to me, I know he envies me very much.
Every day facing a mature and beautiful mother, I love her deeply, thinking that she gave me a life twenty years ago; starting from the fetus, she has tasted Xin Hanru's nurturing grace for me for twenty years. These kindnesses make me love my mother as a goddess, but her beauty, delicate and plump body, and emotional and cute personality make her a devil in my heart again, seducing me to sexual fantasies, and I always suppress my strong desires every day, I have nowhere to vent, and I am very distressed between contradictions
Actually, I envy others for having an ordinary mother, because they only respect and love their mothers, and will not have sexual desire or filth for their mothers.
When I arrived in high school, I went home early, and the sound of water came from the bathroom. I was trembling with my heart. I knew that my mother was the only one at home, so I quietly walked over and peeked. The bathroom door was half open, and the fog was too thick and the exhaust air couldn't absorb so much. Usually I didn't go home at this time, so my mother was not prepared and accidentally went home, which made me see the beauty of the world.
Mom's wet black hair was pressed against the snow skin, her snow-white face was covered with a hint of peach, her big eyes were squinted, her rosy mouth was half open, and the water was head-on. The transparent water was shot by her shiny teeth, mixed with sticky saliva, and the ripe and crispy milk trembled slightly due to the impact of the water flow, and the pink nipples were like peanuts.
The water flowed smoothly across the smooth body, everything was white and shiny. Wherever her hands touched it, she could feel very elastic and fleshy. Suddenly, my mother bent down, spreading her fat big butt, her two brown and yellow labia with thick black curly hair, which was visible all of a sudden. In the slightly opened bloody red hole, the water flowed in and out.
When I saw a woman's vagina for the first time, I immediately felt very hot on my face, my mouth was dry, and my penis was burning like fire; the blood was boiling; I wanted to walk over, raise my mother's thighs, scrape my mother's lip hard, and insert it lubricate it hard, savoring my sweet pussy that was thicker than water, but fantasy was fantasy, I endured the desire for burning, bent over and slipped out, and wandered around bored for a while before returning home
My mother came to open the door. After just rinsing, she could see that her body was as tender as milk. Her white scarf could not surround her erect breasts. She saw her cleavage all at once. The tender white flesh hit her atrium again and again. My mother didn't pay attention to where I looked. She asked me with a sweet smile: Son, did you not bring the key today?
She was very close to me, spraying a sweet smell, sucking it in her nose, somehow making my cock hard again. I looked at my mother's face, her little red mouth was soft and raised, her white teeth were wet and glowing, and I didn't think too much about it. Desire drove me to go forward and hug my mother, kissed her little mouth hard, and dipped it in her little sweet saliva, put it in her mouth to let the tongue buds figure out the smell of saliva, and then said to her without looking back: Mom, I'm back to my room, call me for dinner
Mom covered her mouth, looked at my back a little dazed, and cursed with anger and laughter: This little devil, I have to eat tofu to your mother. How many times have I told you that this is something that lovers can do. You are really a good thing. Don’t play games and Ah, you’re about to eat...
Actually, I have wanted to kiss my mother's lips several times before, but my mother always told me very sternly that this is something that couples can do. For example, my father never kisses my mother. I know that my mother has feudal ideas and cannot accept some Western opinions. She mainly thinks it is too unhygienic. Sucking each other's dirty saliva will infect bacteria. The saliva smells very fishy. She even said that my mouth has a breath and is not shy, and she also wants to dirty her mouth.
I think my father mainly had no choice but to kiss her that day, but mainly because I didn't have any instincts in advance. After I went back to the room, I smacked my lips and savored it for a long time. Her plump and beautiful mother, her saliva was as fragrant as milk, and she was as clear and sweet as sugar. No wonder I want to kiss her every time I see her.
That night I had no dreams. The partner I dreamed of was my mother. She sat in front of my bed wet, half-squinted her eyes, smiling, her little mouth was so tempting and half-opened. Her pink tongue gently licked her white teeth, and her boneless hands gently stroked her white neck from her white neck, bringing her plump and delicate breasts
It seemed that I really saw the swelling breasts in my dream. I trembled a few times. The soft and round texture was felt in my dream. Then she spread her snow-like thighs, and the two brown and yellow lips, grinding the scarlet flesh walls like water and fire.
I had never been exposed to yellow media at that time and didn't know how to penetrate the vagina. I dreamed that my penis seemed to instinctively penetrated into my mother's vagina. My upper body pressed my mother's body and held my mother's face to my face. Her beautiful face was covered with a red glow. The fox's big eyes looked at me with a thorn. Her round lips were red like blood, and she opened it into an O-shaped shape. Her expression seemed very painful. Her tongue licked her lips.
I went back to my afternoon experience, put my mouth on my mother's mouth, softly stuck to her little mouth, smacked her tongue, sucked her sweet saliva, and quickly moved it down, feeling that it seemed soft, tight and warm, and I was put into a kettle, and my waist tightened, and my penis was so swollen, itchy and painful that I urinated and ejaculated like a urine, so I felt so good that my feet were a little cramped.
I quickly woke up from my dream. Looking at my wet panties, I realized that I was dreaming that my mouth was dry. I nervously got a glass of water, took a sip, and turned to see the family photo on the bedside table. My mother was holding me kindly and kindly, next to her was a strict father, with her eyes as if she was staring at me, an unfilial son. I hugged my head in shame and blamed myself deeply. How could I be so dirty to my biological mother? Am I still an individual?
I picked up the photo sadly, looked at my mother's beautiful face, her plump and tight figure, and the cheongsam she wore on her body slowly, it seemed to become transparent in my eyes, just like the Fengyue Baojian written in the Dream of Red Mansions. I saw my naked mother in the dream again, her snow-proud skin; my hands gently touched her round breasts that would move; my kind eyes turned into tempting mèi eyes, flooding with spring emotions and looking at me, asking me; my satin-like thighs slowly opened, and the exposed pussy seemed to flow out my milky semen. These fantasies brought the cock I had just ejaculated again, burning my whole body like a fire after drinking, and the glans secreted a trace of clear liquid
No, I must get my mother's body. Even if I am ridiculed and scolded by all the people, or my father's anger, I must get it: the beautiful mother's body that is so ripe, whether it is a devil or a goddess, I must get her from now on a seed of evil lust falls into my heart, waiting for that day to bloom and bear fruit.
But I don’t do this kind of thing just want to do, and I didn’t go online at that time. I didn’t know that there were so many colleagues who longed to get my mother like me. I thought of raping my mother because there are often only two mothers and sons in the family, and everyone in the villa area is each in charge. These are excellent environmental conditions, but one thing completely dispelled this fantasy.
It was one day, when I woke up in the morning, I was very anxious to hold my urine, and hurried into the toilet. Unexpectedly, when I opened it, my mother was going to the toilet. My mother screamed loudly, which scared me. I didn't think too much at that time. As soon as I saw my mother's exposed thighs and the crooked hair under her belly, I was stunned and stared at my mother's private parts and kept looking at her. My mother hurriedly called me out. She screamed a few times but didn't respond. Then she stood up and shaved my palm hard and pushed me out. I fell to the ground, touching her face that was so painful that I was so scared that I didn't talk to my mother for a day. After that, my mother warned me that I would knock on the door first when I entered the toilet, and that I would do the same when I entered her room.
From that day on, I was a little afraid of my mother. When I was a child, I only cursed a few words. When I grew up, my mother rarely scolded me. That day, she actually hit me. It is conceivable that no matter whether I can rape me or not, I will say that I will definitely be killed in the future. Moreover, rape will hurt our mother-son relationship and will never turn over forever.
Now I have been to many pornographic websites and read many incest novels. There are many things that say that being a mother is very lewd, and having sex with her son is easy and natural. It is really a mess. Every mother actually defends her dignity very much, especially for her son. Human ethics have been indestructible for thousands of years. After that, for a while, I almost gave up the idea of having sex with my mother. All fantasies seem to be impossible to happen.
Things change unexpectedly, God actually comes to help me
During the summer vacation of my second year of high school, my grandmother, who lived far away, brought a large group of relatives to my house as a guest. There were too many people and even the living room was full. I was also arranged to go to my parents' room. The three of them slept together. I didn't sleep with my mother after I was thirteen years old. I was very happy. Of course, my father was present, so I didn't dare to do anything. My mother did not wrap herself tightly because of my presence. Although she was wearing pajamas outside, it could be seen that it was vacuum inside.
One morning she got up and cooked the quilt. When she lowered her waist, I could see her two tender white breasts clearly. Even her red areola was seen. I could not see it. There was no way to see it. There were many people living outside. I couldn't beat the pistol and I was suffocated to death.
After four days, my father was afraid that he would send money to receive these guests, or that the company really had something to do and wanted to go abroad. He went there for more than three months, and asked me to talk to him about it before leaving. I knew my father would be worried because it took him a long time to come back this time. He had never been there before.
My father first talked to me about money, saying that I should be sensible and don’t spend money randomly, and gave me three months of pocket money, and told me to pay close attention to my mother. If my mother wants to give gifts or money to these relatives and stop her from cutting it, I will not care about this, but I still pretended to promise that my father is a money spirit and thinks about everything on the money. I really don’t know that my mother fell in love with her father at that time.
After nagging for a long time, my father revealed a huge secret to me, that is, my mother sometimes sleepwalking at night, and the cause is not clear. It may be because her heart suddenly stopped and couldn't breathe, or because her brain was frightened when she was a child. Sometimes after midnight, she would automatically get up to sleepwalking, and when she sleepwalking, she wouldn't wake up no matter how she pushed her.
My father told me not to be afraid, she will fall asleep automatically in a few hours. I should better sleep with my mother so that I can pay attention to my mother's safety. If she sleeps around, she should look at the prison point. Don't tell her mother that she doesn't know about her sleepwalking.
(My mother's family didn't tell her that she would agree to marry her uneducated father at that time. It might be because of this.) Because my father would take a long time to come back, I was afraid that something would happen to my mother's problem, so I told me about this.
Dad looked at me in shock and patted me on the shoulder a few times with a smile, asking me not to worry too much. Maybe he was not here during this period, and maybe his mother wouldn't sleepwalking.
I was surprised at first. My mother actually had the strange disease of sleepwalking. I knew it for the first time since I grew up
But I thought to myself that this was a god-given opportunity. Even if my mother didn't want to sleep with me, I could still secretly help my mother sleepwalking to see if there was anything profitable, such as kissing Xiangze! I was so happy that I patted my chest and told my father that I would take good care of my mother. My father happily gave me a few hundred yuan and talked about it. After I walked out to help my mother prepare luggage for my father.
Outside, my mother was talking and laughing with her relatives. When she saw me coming out, she smiled and said: Why is the relationship between father and son so good? Ah, chatting for so long. Come and think about it. What else did you forget to prepare for your father?
I stared at my mother's face, lacking a layer of blush. I may be in a good mood recently, but the flesh is so ripe and honey. Her loose pajamas can't hide her tight bulging figure, her snow-white thighs are shaking back and forth, and my yellow underwear is taken in my eyes. I thought that I might know the secret of my mother in a few days. I happily walked over to help, looking at her mother with a blush all day long, talking and laughing, and fantasizing about the fleshy smell of the beautiful woman in front of me.
My father is the boss of a multinational company. My mother has no job and does housework at home. Sometimes she goes to her father's company to help. She is a veritable deputy boss.
My parents have a bad relationship and almost divorced because their father is very busy with business and often goes out or abroad. The beautiful mother often complains about the boredom of life.
Dad is a very business-minded person, earning a lot of money, and is also a very standard money-keeping slave. Although our family looks very high-end, many of them are given by people who have business dealing with Dad. Dad gives his mother a very small amount of money (not to mention my pocket money). Mom is a very beautiful woman. She cherishes her beautiful face and often goes to beauty. Moreover, she is a very noble woman. It may also be related to her poor when she was young. She spends a lot of money on the show, so her parents often quarrel over money.
Later, my mother got a lot of money from somewhere, and the crisis eased. My father asked her where so much money came from. My mother said she was trading stocks with her friend, so my father just asked her. As long as she didn't ask him for money, everything would be easy to do.
My mother and grandma lived in a remote village with her grandma. The family was very poor. Later, my grandma's family borrowed money from all over the place and owed her a lot of money to send her to the city. After entering the school, she became a stunning beauty and became the school beauty of high school. Although she was relatively closed at that time and was not as open as she is now, people who pursued her could also line up the streets. My father spent a lot of effort to catch her.
She is 41 years old this year, but if you don't say it, others don't know. Because she is well maintained, she looks only in her twenties, with her black and shiny hair, big and confusing big eyes. After looking at it for a long time, she will feel very mysterious and seductive; her straight and round nose; her soft and slightly raised mouth, and her crystal white teeth when she smiles. She is particularly cute. My favorite is my mother's smile. Her curved mouth and charming eyes like black fog, there are so many intoxicating charms.
Moreover, my mother's figure is nothing to say. Her plump breasts, her firm and huge buttocks are often the scenery I pursue. Her only disadvantage is that her waist is a bit thick and fat. After all, she has given birth to a child, but I still like it. She is very elastic and soft when she holds it.
My mother loves me very much and worries about me many things. This is the case with only children. She will agree to things that I don’t ask for excessive demands. But on the other hand, she also strictly controls me. Out of the desire for my son to become a success, she will scold me hard as long as her grades drop. So I really fear and love her and look angry with my mother. In my eyes, it is another kind of beauty, a beauty of caring for mothers.
I don’t know when I started to like my mother. I only remember when I was a teenager. Every time I returned home, my mother’s kind smile was what I most hope to see after school.
When I watched TV together, I watched the female stars on TV, and they were not as beautiful as my mother. Her smile and frown seemed to grow meat, delicious and sweet. I wanted to rush over and eat a bite. I like to hold my mother and watch TV. Although I don’t know anything about men and women, my penis will be very excited as long as it is pressed against my mother’s fat and elastic buttocks. Of course, I dare not move around. My mother has always been not very careful about me and only watch TV by herself.
When I grew up, my feelings for my mother were no longer just a kind of respect. Gradually, my mother slowly sucked my heart tightly like a magnet, and became a kind of mentality of love between men and women.
A classmate came to my house to see my mother and blushed and said to me: Your mother is so beautiful, she feels like her heartbeat.
He said this to me, I know he envies me very much.
Every day facing a mature and beautiful mother, I love her deeply, thinking that she gave me a life twenty years ago; starting from the fetus, she has tasted Xin Hanru's nurturing grace for me for twenty years. These kindnesses make me love my mother as a goddess, but her beauty, delicate and plump body, and emotional and cute personality make her a devil in my heart again, seducing me to sexual fantasies, and I always suppress my strong desires every day, I have nowhere to vent, and I am very distressed between contradictions
Actually, I envy others for having an ordinary mother, because they only respect and love their mothers, and will not have sexual desire or filth for their mothers.
When I arrived in high school, I went home early, and the sound of water came from the bathroom. I was trembling with my heart. I knew that my mother was the only one at home, so I quietly walked over and peeked. The bathroom door was half open, and the fog was too thick and the exhaust air couldn't absorb so much. Usually I didn't go home at this time, so my mother was not prepared and accidentally went home, which made me see the beauty of the world.
Mom's wet black hair was pressed against the snow skin, her snow-white face was covered with a hint of peach, her big eyes were squinted, her rosy mouth was half open, and the water was head-on. The transparent water was shot by her shiny teeth, mixed with sticky saliva, and the ripe and crispy milk trembled slightly due to the impact of the water flow, and the pink nipples were like peanuts.
The water flowed smoothly across the smooth body, everything was white and shiny. Wherever her hands touched it, she could feel very elastic and fleshy. Suddenly, my mother bent down, spreading her fat big butt, her two brown and yellow labia with thick black curly hair, which was visible all of a sudden. In the slightly opened bloody red hole, the water flowed in and out.
When I saw a woman's vagina for the first time, I immediately felt very hot on my face, my mouth was dry, and my penis was burning like fire; the blood was boiling; I wanted to walk over, raise my mother's thighs, scrape my mother's lip hard, and insert it lubricate it hard, savoring my sweet pussy that was thicker than water, but fantasy was fantasy, I endured the desire for burning, bent over and slipped out, and wandered around bored for a while before returning home
My mother came to open the door. After just rinsing, she could see that her body was as tender as milk. Her white scarf could not surround her erect breasts. She saw her cleavage all at once. The tender white flesh hit her atrium again and again. My mother didn't pay attention to where I looked. She asked me with a sweet smile: Son, did you not bring the key today?
She was very close to me, spraying a sweet smell, sucking it in her nose, somehow making my cock hard again. I looked at my mother's face, her little red mouth was soft and raised, her white teeth were wet and glowing, and I didn't think too much about it. Desire drove me to go forward and hug my mother, kissed her little mouth hard, and dipped it in her little sweet saliva, put it in her mouth to let the tongue buds figure out the smell of saliva, and then said to her without looking back: Mom, I'm back to my room, call me for dinner
Mom covered her mouth, looked at my back a little dazed, and cursed with anger and laughter: This little devil, I have to eat tofu to your mother. How many times have I told you that this is something that lovers can do. You are really a good thing. Don’t play games and Ah, you’re about to eat...
Actually, I have wanted to kiss my mother's lips several times before, but my mother always told me very sternly that this is something that couples can do. For example, my father never kisses my mother. I know that my mother has feudal ideas and cannot accept some Western opinions. She mainly thinks it is too unhygienic. Sucking each other's dirty saliva will infect bacteria. The saliva smells very fishy. She even said that my mouth has a breath and is not shy, and she also wants to dirty her mouth.
I think my father mainly had no choice but to kiss her that day, but mainly because I didn't have any instincts in advance. After I went back to the room, I smacked my lips and savored it for a long time. Her plump and beautiful mother, her saliva was as fragrant as milk, and she was as clear and sweet as sugar. No wonder I want to kiss her every time I see her.
That night I had no dreams. The partner I dreamed of was my mother. She sat in front of my bed wet, half-squinted her eyes, smiling, her little mouth was so tempting and half-opened. Her pink tongue gently licked her white teeth, and her boneless hands gently stroked her white neck from her white neck, bringing her plump and delicate breasts
It seemed that I really saw the swelling breasts in my dream. I trembled a few times. The soft and round texture was felt in my dream. Then she spread her snow-like thighs, and the two brown and yellow lips, grinding the scarlet flesh walls like water and fire.
I had never been exposed to yellow media at that time and didn't know how to penetrate the vagina. I dreamed that my penis seemed to instinctively penetrated into my mother's vagina. My upper body pressed my mother's body and held my mother's face to my face. Her beautiful face was covered with a red glow. The fox's big eyes looked at me with a thorn. Her round lips were red like blood, and she opened it into an O-shaped shape. Her expression seemed very painful. Her tongue licked her lips.
I went back to my afternoon experience, put my mouth on my mother's mouth, softly stuck to her little mouth, smacked her tongue, sucked her sweet saliva, and quickly moved it down, feeling that it seemed soft, tight and warm, and I was put into a kettle, and my waist tightened, and my penis was so swollen, itchy and painful that I urinated and ejaculated like a urine, so I felt so good that my feet were a little cramped.
I quickly woke up from my dream. Looking at my wet panties, I realized that I was dreaming that my mouth was dry. I nervously got a glass of water, took a sip, and turned to see the family photo on the bedside table. My mother was holding me kindly and kindly, next to her was a strict father, with her eyes as if she was staring at me, an unfilial son. I hugged my head in shame and blamed myself deeply. How could I be so dirty to my biological mother? Am I still an individual?
I picked up the photo sadly, looked at my mother's beautiful face, her plump and tight figure, and the cheongsam she wore on her body slowly, it seemed to become transparent in my eyes, just like the Fengyue Baojian written in the Dream of Red Mansions. I saw my naked mother in the dream again, her snow-proud skin; my hands gently touched her round breasts that would move; my kind eyes turned into tempting mèi eyes, flooding with spring emotions and looking at me, asking me; my satin-like thighs slowly opened, and the exposed pussy seemed to flow out my milky semen. These fantasies brought the cock I had just ejaculated again, burning my whole body like a fire after drinking, and the glans secreted a trace of clear liquid
No, I must get my mother's body. Even if I am ridiculed and scolded by all the people, or my father's anger, I must get it: the beautiful mother's body that is so ripe, whether it is a devil or a goddess, I must get her from now on a seed of evil lust falls into my heart, waiting for that day to bloom and bear fruit.
But I don’t do this kind of thing just want to do, and I didn’t go online at that time. I didn’t know that there were so many colleagues who longed to get my mother like me. I thought of raping my mother because there are often only two mothers and sons in the family, and everyone in the villa area is each in charge. These are excellent environmental conditions, but one thing completely dispelled this fantasy.
It was one day, when I woke up in the morning, I was very anxious to hold my urine, and hurried into the toilet. Unexpectedly, when I opened it, my mother was going to the toilet. My mother screamed loudly, which scared me. I didn't think too much at that time. As soon as I saw my mother's exposed thighs and the crooked hair under her belly, I was stunned and stared at my mother's private parts and kept looking at her. My mother hurriedly called me out. She screamed a few times but didn't respond. Then she stood up and shaved my palm hard and pushed me out. I fell to the ground, touching her face that was so painful that I was so scared that I didn't talk to my mother for a day. After that, my mother warned me that I would knock on the door first when I entered the toilet, and that I would do the same when I entered her room.
From that day on, I was a little afraid of my mother. When I was a child, I only cursed a few words. When I grew up, my mother rarely scolded me. That day, she actually hit me. It is conceivable that no matter whether I can rape me or not, I will say that I will definitely be killed in the future. Moreover, rape will hurt our mother-son relationship and will never turn over forever.
Now I have been to many pornographic websites and read many incest novels. There are many things that say that being a mother is very lewd, and having sex with her son is easy and natural. It is really a mess. Every mother actually defends her dignity very much, especially for her son. Human ethics have been indestructible for thousands of years. After that, for a while, I almost gave up the idea of having sex with my mother. All fantasies seem to be impossible to happen.
Things change unexpectedly, God actually comes to help me
During the summer vacation of my second year of high school, my grandmother, who lived far away, brought a large group of relatives to my house as a guest. There were too many people and even the living room was full. I was also arranged to go to my parents' room. The three of them slept together. I didn't sleep with my mother after I was thirteen years old. I was very happy. Of course, my father was present, so I didn't dare to do anything. My mother did not wrap herself tightly because of my presence. Although she was wearing pajamas outside, it could be seen that it was vacuum inside.
One morning she got up and cooked the quilt. When she lowered her waist, I could see her two tender white breasts clearly. Even her red areola was seen. I could not see it. There was no way to see it. There were many people living outside. I couldn't beat the pistol and I was suffocated to death.
After four days, my father was afraid that he would send money to receive these guests, or that the company really had something to do and wanted to go abroad. He went there for more than three months, and asked me to talk to him about it before leaving. I knew my father would be worried because it took him a long time to come back this time. He had never been there before.
My father first talked to me about money, saying that I should be sensible and don’t spend money randomly, and gave me three months of pocket money, and told me to pay close attention to my mother. If my mother wants to give gifts or money to these relatives and stop her from cutting it, I will not care about this, but I still pretended to promise that my father is a money spirit and thinks about everything on the money. I really don’t know that my mother fell in love with her father at that time.
After nagging for a long time, my father revealed a huge secret to me, that is, my mother sometimes sleepwalking at night, and the cause is not clear. It may be because her heart suddenly stopped and couldn't breathe, or because her brain was frightened when she was a child. Sometimes after midnight, she would automatically get up to sleepwalking, and when she sleepwalking, she wouldn't wake up no matter how she pushed her.
My father told me not to be afraid, she will fall asleep automatically in a few hours. I should better sleep with my mother so that I can pay attention to my mother's safety. If she sleeps around, she should look at the prison point. Don't tell her mother that she doesn't know about her sleepwalking.
(My mother's family didn't tell her that she would agree to marry her uneducated father at that time. It might be because of this.) Because my father would take a long time to come back, I was afraid that something would happen to my mother's problem, so I told me about this.
Dad looked at me in shock and patted me on the shoulder a few times with a smile, asking me not to worry too much. Maybe he was not here during this period, and maybe his mother wouldn't sleepwalking.
I was surprised at first. My mother actually had the strange disease of sleepwalking. I knew it for the first time since I grew up
But I thought to myself that this was a god-given opportunity. Even if my mother didn't want to sleep with me, I could still secretly help my mother sleepwalking to see if there was anything profitable, such as kissing Xiangze! I was so happy that I patted my chest and told my father that I would take good care of my mother. My father happily gave me a few hundred yuan and talked about it. After I walked out to help my mother prepare luggage for my father.
Outside, my mother was talking and laughing with her relatives. When she saw me coming out, she smiled and said: Why is the relationship between father and son so good? Ah, chatting for so long. Come and think about it. What else did you forget to prepare for your father?
I stared at my mother's face, lacking a layer of blush. I may be in a good mood recently, but the flesh is so ripe and honey. Her loose pajamas can't hide her tight bulging figure, her snow-white thighs are shaking back and forth, and my yellow underwear is taken in my eyes. I thought that I might know the secret of my mother in a few days. I happily walked over to help, looking at her mother with a blush all day long, talking and laughing, and fantasizing about the fleshy smell of the beautiful woman in front of me.
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