Chapter 1 Feeling

Hearing his voice coming in, the feeling in my heart came again

Hi, mom, how are you doing today?

As he asked, I heard him throw his backpack on the dining table and walk towards me

I was busy washing vegetables in front of the sink. He walked behind me, stroked my shoulder with both hands, leaned down, and kissed me on the cheek.

I'm very good, my little baby, how are you doing today?

I replied, turning to face him, and immediately felt his breath, his caress, even though in fact he had already taken away the hand pressed on my shoulder.

I mustered up the courage and looked at his cute black eyes with a little curiosity, and saw the sparks flashing in his eyes.

That feeling surged into my heart again

I don't know what's going on. In recent times, as long as he is by my side, sometimes even when he is not by my side, I will have such a strange feeling for no reason.

It seems that this feeling should not be done from a subjective or objective perspective, but I really can't explain why

Forget it, don't think about it anymore, otherwise I will be more and more confused. I said to myself in my heart

I tried my best to control the urge to kiss his lips, but just kissed his face gently, and said: Why don’t you sit down, kid? I’ll get you some food, we can have a good chat.

He giggled and said: Good Ah, thank you Ah! As he said that, he sat in a chair next to the dining table

Walking to the refrigerator and opening the door, I couldn't help but bend down, sticking my hips up, and my underwear lit up in the direction of him.

I know it's an obvious temptation, either to me, or to him...

Oh, that feeling in my heart is even stronger

Recently, whenever he approaches me, some very strange imaginations always appear in my mind. This feeling has been going on for several weeks.

In theory, this is also his usual action. Whenever I wash dishes by the pool, he always likes to stand beside me, hold my shoulders and caress my skin.

Sometimes I think that this is probably because he is expressing his gratitude to me in a special way, thanking me for making him a hearty meal, working hard to wash dishes, and cleaning the kitchen

His caress and intimacy allowed me to completely relax, and suddenly, his hand seemed to accidentally put on my breasts

Oh, he probably didn't put it on my breasts, because I could still feel those hands gently rubbing the muscles on my shoulders

But, I have to say the least, his movement of grasping my breasts and rubbing my nipples was obvious, which shocked me and left a very strong impression on me.

I shook my head to make myself clearer, but he seemed to be concerned about my reaction, stopped moving, and retracted his hand

But, even though he left the kitchen, even though I had washed the plates and bowls, I still couldn't suppress the tingling and throbbing that spread in my body

Later, because I wanted to tutor him for homework, I leaned over and supported him on his desk with my arms, sitting close to him next to him, and another strong feeling came towards me again.

I saw his hands on the desk, holding a book in one hand and holding a pencil in the other hand, but I felt the other hand sliding up and down along the back of my thighs. Slowly, the hand slid between my legs, and his fingers tapped on the inside of my thighs like playing a piano, slowly moving upwards, and stroked my vagina. The delicate fingers passed through my underwear and stroked my lip

My knees were weak, so I could only hold the desk hard and not let myself sit on the floor.

He buried his head in his homework, as if he had no idea what I was going through

And the feeling of the hand is still wandering under my skirt. I can clearly feel the fingers sliding in my crotch, exploring in my crotch, scratching outside my anus, and trying to insert them into it.

My whole lower body is burning, burning...

That's...

I……

Son's imagination caress

In addition, another time, when I was burying my head by the pool to clean the dishes after meals, he came over to massage my shoulders again

I knew his hands were stroking my shoulders, but I felt my fingers rubbing repeatedly in my crotch, my butt eggs were spread apart, and the fingers were rubbing back and forth between my thighs.

Although I knew he had been rubbing my stiff neck and not touching any other part of my body, I still felt a hand rubbing my butt egg and crotch, touching my lower abdomen, and gently stroked downwards the inverted triangle thick pubic hair covering my pubic bone.

And I...

It seems that he is looking forward to his hard penis rubbing in my crotch

Feeling this imaginary stroke, I couldn't help but moan and murmured to him: Thank you, baby, your stroke makes my old muscles feel much more comfortable

As I said that, I couldn't help but lean towards him

But he quickly took a few steps back to avoid any more contact with my body, but his hands were still gently stroking my shoulders.

My son's hands were moving on my shoulders enough to break my imagination, so I said: OK, dear baby, if you continue to caress like this, I can't finish washing the plate

But he didn't stop...

Feelings come again

Whenever he approaches me, there will always be such touches. Such real touches started a few years ago.

As the child grows up, the space at home seems to be getting smaller and smaller. Whenever we stand together or walk from the opposite side of each other, I can always feel his gentle and careful caress.

First, I felt his hand brushing on my crotch; then, every time we passed by in the small living room or kitchen, my breasts often felt slightly crushed.

Later, several times, when we stood together very close, I felt my mons pubis being poked from time to time

But now, even when he was sitting opposite the table, I could still feel his fingers sliding on my bra, gently squeeze my chest and rub my nipples

Moreover, more than once I felt a hand stroking my crotch, or a few fingers slid along the edge of my panties, sliding into my crotch from time to time

However, I knew in my heart that these were just my imagination

Almost every day, I am confused by such imagination. I imagined my underwear slowly sliding down from my butt to my thighs, revealing my private parts.

I had to stop what I was doing and looked at myself carefully to determine if I was still wearing clothes

I was dreaming more and more frequently with my eyes open, and I couldn't figure out whether I had dressed well or not, or I didn't remember whether I had put on a bra or underwear.

I had to check my outfit again and again

But even if for some reason I was very sure that I hadn't taken off my clothes, I still couldn't stop the feeling of shaking my heart

That feeling often makes my lower body moist, no, it should be said that it is flooding with vaginal fluid...

I can't stop the idea of ​​wanting sex games occasionally, or even having sex...

Such thoughts will be expressed in various forms

And, things are getting worse

Now, almost every day, even if he is not by my side, my mind will occasionally see the situation of him kissing my thighs in my mind.

More than once I found myself indulging in the reverie of him stroking and sucking my breasts. Not only did my nipples really break out and harden, but I even hoped to attract his attention

Recently, this has bothered me more and more frequently, forcing me to stop what I am doing and try my best to temporarily leave the image I imagined in my mind.

In those imaginary images, he slowly sneaked in the mist in my mind until he slid his tongue into my labia and teased my clitoris

At least once, when I was masturbating in a quiet bedroom, I imagined that his hard penis replaced my fingers and twitched in my wet and hot and hungry vagina. The orgasm brought by that imagination was more intense and more exciting than the orgasm that I had to have a real sex...

Almost the most perfect time

Now, as I walked into the kitchen to prepare fast food for him, I felt more and more excited, just to the point where I could not help but feel uncontrollable

I realized that my body was trembling constantly, and the palpitations filled my body...

My nipples have become hard and raised, rubbing in my bra, which makes me itchy; I feel my breasts have become heavier and more swelling, eagerly looking forward to his caressing and rubbing; my labia have also begun to be congested and wet; my excitement is eager to wait for his touch; my thighs are tightly connected to tighten my vagina to prevent the vagina from flowing out of my vagina; my butt egg muscles are tight, imagining his hard penis is rubbing in the trunk, trying to insert into the vagina that has already been flooded with vaginal fluid.

Finally, after I put the sandwich and soda in front of him and sat down opposite him, I couldn't help but ask myself in my heart: Why are you so confused about your mind?