Chapter 2

At around nine o'clock that night, my door was knocked on. My mother brought in a bowl of poached eggs and put a pair of chopsticks on it.

I happily took the bowl from my mother's hand. Seeing my mother's mother's expression of maternal love, I couldn't help but feel boo

He kissed his mother on the left cheek.

Then I felt embarrassed and didn't dare to look at my mother's face anymore. I quickly picked up the poached eggs in the bowl and vaguely praised the soup as fresh while eating.

This was the case for the next two nights. My mother would give me midnight snacks, and I would kiss my mother on the face or neck, and sometimes I would compliment her a few words. My mother didn't think it was offensive, so she indulged me to this extent.

On the third night, at nine o'clock in the evening, I heard my mother screaming outside the door, and I immediately put down the book and ran to open the door for my mother.

I saw my mother holding a casserole in her hand, which was covered with a casserole and didn't know what it tasted good.

My mother gave you a hen today. It has been a hen since the afternoon. It is very fresh. You can try it.

I took a step back and let my mother into the room. Suddenly I felt a little moved and I closed the door.

He hugged his mother's waist and quickly lifted the casserole high and his body retreated very reflexively.

I flexibly lowered my head, got into my mother's arm, pressed my face against the back of my mother's neck, and squeezed my mother up the door with my lower body.

My mother's breasts were tightly close to my chest. After I squeezed my mother, I immediately freed up my hands, held my mother's waist with my right hand, put my left hand over my mother's armpits, pressed it on my mother's slender neck, and pressed my mouth to my mother's lips.

My mother shook her head left and right, her lips tightly closed and she didn't let me kiss her.

I pressed my hand on the back of my mother's neck and started to force it, and finally kissed my mother forcibly, but my tongue could only move on my mother's lips and could not enter my mother's mouth.

My mother made a tangled squeak in her mouth, and tried her best to hold the casserole in her hand, and she was invaded helplessly by me.

I couldn't help but feel the desire that ignited in my heart. While kissing my mother's lips, I freed up my left hand to lift my mother's top.

My mother's top was lifted up by me. I reached my hand to my mother's chest and touched my mother's bra. I was so impatient that I pushed my mother's bra up. My mother's two plump pear-shaped breasts jumped out and stood proudly there. I gave up my mother's lips, bent down quickly, took my mother's right breast in one mouthful, and at the same time, kneaded my mother's left breast with my left hand, sucking her big mouth, feeling very intoxicated.

My mother's nipples gradually became hard in my mouth.

My mother's upper body also arched, and her right elbow was trying to push me out, but at this moment I sucked my mother's nipples tightly and couldn't push them away.

Just as we were pushing hard to separate, I suddenly screamed and retreated sharply. It turned out that the casserole in my mother's hand accidentally burned my neck. The strong pain made me retreat reflexively, and the casserole in my mother's hand was also knocked to the ground by me.

I covered my neck and squatted down in pain. My mother paused, but still ran over to see my wound with concern and asked me if it hurts so much. I couldn't speak.

My mother quickly went back to the room and brought a box of green ointment, pulled me up and sat on the bed, pulled my right hand covering my neck away, looked at the injury and said: Fortunately, it's not serious, it's just a little edema. Mom will give you some ointment and it's fine.

My mother put the ointment on me and went out.

After a while, my mother returned to my room, holding a trash can and mop in her hand. She helped me clean up the debris of the casserole and chicken soup on the floor, and wiped the floor clean.

I went out with the trash can and mop.

When my mother walked to the door, I suddenly said: Mom, I'm sorry.

My mother looked back at me and said, "Don't do this again next time." She helped me take the door with me. I was honest and didn't dare to have any idea of ​​hitting my mother again."

Our school has a one-day break for two weeks, and this Sunday is just enough to rest.

As usual, I did a few sets of questions and read a magazine. When I was really bored, I went to my parents' room to watch TV. The whole morning passed like this.

After lunch, my mother went back to the room to sleep. I turned off the TV volume and continued to watch TV, but my mother didn't chase me away.

While watching TV absentmindedly, I secretly watched my mother's body, and my mother slept with her back to me.

Today, my mother was wearing a sleeveless shirt with blue lines and white plaids. From behind, she could see the straps of the bras and the flesh that was tightened by the bras, which was indescribable.

My mother wore a white dress dotted with pink flowers on her lower body.

He had flesh-colored stockings on his feet and his toes were raised, which was very cute.

After 40 or 50 minutes like this, I couldn't see any movement from my mother. I guess my mother fell asleep.

He quietly turned off the TV, climbed onto his mother's bed, lying on his side, supporting his head with his right hand, and watching his mother sleep soundly.

After a while, I tentatively hugged my mother's waist, and my lower body was pressed against my mother's buttocks. I could clearly feel my mother trembling for a while. I didn't react, and I became bolder.

I put a hand into my mother's clothes and stroked her soft breasts through her bra.

I became increasingly unsatisfied, so I pulled my shirt up and started to untie my bra. I had never untie women's clothes before. It was so difficult to be nervous and excited.

After a long time of hard work, I couldn't untie it. I had no choice but to push my mother's bra upwards, and the two snow-white and plump breasts were presented in front of me again. Without thinking, I turned over my mother's body and pressed the weight of my body up. I grabbed one of my mother's breasts with both hands and sucked them.

My mother finally started to struggle. She first pushed me, but without pushing her, she grabbed my hair with one hand and my ear with the other, lifted me up. I held my mother's nipples desperately, and refused to give up. My mother used her hand to force her hand little by little. In the end, my ears were so painful that I couldn't bear it. Then I grinned and let go of her nipples, but still tightly grasped the two bulging breast balls that my mother had already bulged with both hands.

My mother pulled me to her and said hatefully: Chengcheng, do you take my words as words?

After these days, I am no longer as scared of my mother as before.

I was shameless and rubbed my face against my mother's face. My mother used her hands to pull my ears and pulled me outward.

I still got closer to my mother's face little by little, and my mother turned her face aside.

I immediately let go of her breasts, straightened my mother's face with both hands, and forced her kiss on my mother's mouth.

My mother closed her lips tightly and prevented me from poking her tongue into her mouth.

I suddenly acted like a prank, freed up my right hand, pinched my mother's nose, kissed my mother tightly, and her tongue kept sliding on her lips.

I looked into my mother's eyes.

My mother's eyes were tightly closed and her eyelashes kept shaking, which was very cute.

After only five or six seconds like this, my mother couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe. I quickly stuck my tongue into my mother's mouth and let my mother breathe. The freed right hand returned to my mother's breasts, found the seductive protrusion, and slowly rubbed it.

I flexibly swept my mother's mouth with my tongue. My mother's head swayed desperately, and a vague um... sound came from her nose, while her tongue desperately avoided my possession.

I sucked my mother's saliva hard, and then passed my saliva into my mother's mouth, which gave me a long kiss.

When I let my mother go, I saw that her face was red and panting, but I still said to me: Chengcheng, let her go, she said it was wrong.If you let mom go, mom will forgive you.

I ignored my mother and lowered my head and forced a kiss for the second time. My mother still didn't cooperate, but this time she stopped turning her head. She probably knew that it was a futile move, just closed her lips firmly.

This time I was very gentle. I pulled out my right hand that was playing with my mother's tender breasts, gently pinched my mother's jaw, and patiently pried my mother's teeth with my tongue. At the same time, I played with my mother's left hand of my mother's right breasts, and began to unbutton my mother's shirt. My mother probably realized it, let go of my ears, covered her shirt desperately, and pulled down the shirt that had been turned up again to cover her naked breasts.

At the same time, the body twisted desperately.

I had to increase my strength in my hands, but with just a few bangs, I pulled off the buttons on my mother's shirt.

The button fell on top.

Mom was anxious and opened her mouth and wanted to call her.

I took advantage of the opportunity to enter and captured her mouth in one fell swoop. I also knew that I couldn't be too impatient, otherwise I would force my mother to be impatient.

I let go of my mother's shirt, gently hold my mother's cheeks with both hands, and savor my mother's taste.

After kissing this for a while, I felt that my lower body was obviously erect. My mother was wearing only a thin skirt on her lower body. After some hugs, the skirt had already turned to her waist, and my lower body was shining.

I pressed my lower body against my mother's lower body, squeezed my knees between my mother's legs, stretched my mother's plump legs wide open on both sides, tightly clamped my mother's plump waist with my left hand, and pinched my mother's plump breasts with my right hand, and pressed my mother tightly in her arms with the powerful squeeze of her lower abdomen and thighs.

My erect cock was just pressed against my mother's vagina through my pants, which felt very exciting.

My mother tried hard to clamp her legs, but I had no choice but to put them in the middle.

After playing like this for a while, I felt that my desire was getting stronger and stronger, and I couldn't help it.

I let go of my mother's lips, and I went up to tear my mother's underwear with my hands. My mother suddenly pushed me hard, and I was almost pushed down.

I had to lie on my mother again and suppress her, but my lower body felt stronger and stronger. I made up my mind and grabbed my mother's underwear with my hands and pushed it to the side. My mother's vagina was exposed, but unfortunately I couldn't see it.

I quickly held my cock in place, aimed it forward, and stabbed it into my mother's honey hole.

My mother's vagina had been very muddy and very hot.

After I went in, I felt a wet and hot flesh tightly wrapping my cock. This feeling made me extremely excited. I quickly went in and out and fucked. I had no skills, I just knew to insert it one by one and then pull it out.

At this time, my mother just repeated anxiously: Chengcheng, pull it out quickly, pull it out quickly, I am your mother Ah…………….And he kept pounding my chest with both hands.

Instead, I became even more excited. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's mouth, hooked it directly to my mother's tongue, and became entangled.

And my lower body was still thrusting my mother's plump honey hole vigorously, and the sound of water from the honey hole gradually came from it.

My mother's slap me gradually became less and her eyes became blurred. Her face turned red and her breath suddenly became heavier. I found that my mother didn't know when she would stop hitting me, but turned to hooking my neck.

After about four or five minutes of thrusting, I began to feel my glans becoming numb, and I knew I was about to ejaculate.

I immediately supported myself and tried my best to push my mother's vagina with my dick, speeding up the thrusting speed.

At this time, my mother's face was flushed, her eyes were half open and half closed, her breath became heavier, and her mouth was half open, constantly pushing out of her throat. Her voice looked very seductive.

With my hard fucking, my mother's body kept trembling up and down, and the exposed breasts were trembling in my field of vision.

I felt more excited about this. I felt that the cock standing in my mother's vagina was more swollen and the numbness was stronger.

A thought flashed through my mind: Do you want to ejaculate in my mother's body?Before I could finish thinking, I couldn't control myself and cum inside her!

My lower body pressed against my mother tightly and hugged my mother's body. After half a minute, my cock became significantly smaller, but it was still in my mother's body.

My mother's face was still red at this time and her breathing was not evenly enough, but she turned her head to look at me.

I was a little apologized, lowered my head and gently pressed my mouth against my mother's neck, gently licked and sucked my mother's skin, and I felt my heart full of happiness and tenderness.

My lips slowly moved up along my mother's neck to my chin, then hooked my mother's lips, touched it gently, and then stuck out my tongue, just as I was about to invade.

My mother, who had given up resisting, pushed my face away and said coldly: Don’t you come down yet?

I didn't want to disobey my mother's intentions. With a pop, I pulled my cock out of her vagina, and a pool of milky white liquid poured out from it. My mother hurriedly clamped her snow-white thighs.

I quickly jumped out of bed, and my cock was shaking. I rushed into the bathroom to get a roll of toilet paper, ran back to my mother's room, and stood beside the bed.

Seeing that my mother's thighs had been closed, I didn't say a word, and spread my mother's thighs apart and re-tighten her thighs. I found that my mother's two thick labia were congested and opened, and the pink flesh wall inside could be seen. Semen kept flowing out from the inside with vaginal fluid, causing a layer of white foam on the surrounding circle of the labia. I tore off a ball of toilet paper and carefully wiped it for my mother. I wiped five or six pieces of paper before I could wipe it clean.

During the entire wiping process, my mother just looked at me without saying a word.

I saw that my mother's underwear had been completely stained by the semen I had flowed out. I knew that my mother would definitely feel uncomfortable wearing it, so I went to peel my mother's underwear. But my mother opened my hand, sat up by herself, ran to the closet, opened the cabinet, took out a pair of white cotton underwear, and changed it with her back to me.

My mother turned around and looked at him in a daze. She couldn't help but let out a hum from her nose, bypassed me, picked up all the pieces of paper I had just thrown to the ground, and walked out.

I was a little at a loss, and suddenly I grabbed my mother's open shirt and stammered in my mouth.

My mother was pulled out of clothes and her upper body was almost exposed. She couldn't help but feel furious and raised her hand and slapped me in the face.

I was stunned at that time. My mother had never hit me like this before, so my hand holding my mother's clothes naturally let go.

My mother went into the bathroom and it took about seven or eight minutes to return to the room. She was holding a wet towel in her hand. Seeing that I was standing in place like wood, she couldn't help but come up and sniffed the back of my head and scolded her: Look at your inconspicuous appearance, take the towel and wash it yourself.

I suddenly hugged my mother, burst into tears, and kept begging: I don't want it, I don't want it...

Actually, I don't know what I want to say.

My mother didn't beat and scold me anymore, but just let me hold her and cry. Later, she saw me crying less, so she pushed me away and said: Why are you crying? Do you know what you did wrong today?I really didn't expect you to be so lawless as a child.

I sobbed and my mother stuffed the hair into my hand, pushed me, and quickly clean myself, and I'll get angry when I see you like this.

I went to the bathroom like a walking corpse, washed my lower body, washed my face again, and now I had lust, and suddenly felt guilty, and I was afraid that my mother would no longer care about me as much as before, and I felt very confused.

When I walked out of the toilet, I found that my mother was no longer in her room. I was very anxious and went to the kitchen downstairs to look at it and there was no one.

I ran to the third floor again and felt relieved. My mother was adding feed to the chicken. Looking at my mother's hardworking background, a deep sense of guilt surged in my heart. At this moment, I felt that my mother was working very hard.

My mother looked back at me, said nothing, and continued to work on her own work.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, I went to the vegetable market to buy two crucian carp, two tomatoes, half a pound of garlic, three ounces of dried fragrant and half a pound of lean meat.

I also bought two kilograms of grapes.

I want to make a meal for my mother.

When I came back, I was busy in the kitchen, washing rice and washing vegetables.

During this period, my mother came down and saw me cooking, but she didn't say anything and went up again.

Finally, at 5:30, I made two dishes and one soup: roasted crucian carp with onion, stir-fried pork with garlic and tomato and egg soup (the eggs are original at home) and the rice was cooked.

I ran upstairs to ask my mother to come down for dinner. My mother looked at me and didn't say much. She just took off the clothes she had put on her outside while working and hung them on her hook. When I saw this, I happily ran downstairs first and served my mother the meal.

This supper was very quiet. Except for the fact that I kept picking up food for my mother, my mother just cooked rice and said nothing.

After dinner, I rushed to clean up the dishes.