The breeze blew the curtains through the windows, making a rustling sound.
The moonlight poured into the bedroom, casting a warm light.
I woke up in the middle of the night and was so quiet that I could only hear the sound of wind and the occasional sound of cars passing by outside the window.
I woke up from my sleep and opened my eyes. What caught my eye was my mother's long, slightly curly hair, and the snow-white neck was vaguely visible between the gaps.
Only then did I realize that just now, no, I didn’t know how long ago, I actually leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep.
What I didn't expect was that my mother didn't wake me up and asked me to go back to my room.
I can be sure that my head is leaning on the soft pillow now, and I can be sure that I am not dreaming now.
Originally, my sleepy eyes were mixed with sleepy sleepiness, but after I figured out the current situation, I suddenly lost all of it, even more energetic than taking stimulants.
There seems to be something covering her body, and you can feel a little pressure.
I looked down and saw a thin quilt.
I noticed that it was only covered by me, and my mother was still covered with the air-conditioning quilt at night.
My mother was sleeping with her back to me with her legs bent.
Because the air conditioner quilt is narrow, half of the rose gold pajamas are outside the quilt.
The bright moonlight shines on my mother, which adds a bit more charm and mystery than the bright fluorescent lights.
Mother?I called softly, patting my mother's shoulder through the silky nightgown.My mother didn't respond to me, she probably slept very heavily.
For the first time, I looked at my sleeping mother so close, and my nose kept inhaling my mother's faint hair and body fragrance.
The cavernosum of the penis is rapidly congested, and the tip is harder than during morning erection.
Just like seeing the peerless delicacies in the world, saliva is constantly secreting from my mouth, which makes me swallow my saliva.
I carefully took the quilt away and tried to keep it from making any noise during the process so that my mother would not wake up.
mom?Just in case, I raised my head a little closer this time and called softly again.
Still no response.I let out a sigh of relief and gave myself courage.
I supported my right forearm on the bed and supported my upper body.I stretched my neck and looked towards my mother's body.
With the gentle moonlight, my mother's delicate face was as white as a silver plate, and was delicate and flawless.
My mother bent one hand under her head, and her head rested on her wrist and forearm.
The other hand was placed under his towering chest, as if he was holding his chest.
The slightly wider Y-shaped neckline is a little open in this posture, with large white breasts squeezed together, forming a sexy and attractive arc and deep cleavage.
Even breathing made my mother's full breasts rise and fall regularly, which made people imaginatively. I wanted to open my nightgown and rub the pair of beautiful breasts vigorously with both hands.
I slowly put my hand into my mother's air conditioning quilt. During the process, my eyes kept looking at my mother's face cautiously. I felt both nervous and stimulating, afraid that my mother would wake up at any time, which would be a big deal.
Although I deeply understand that my mother didn't want to wake me up and fell asleep because of fatigue, I also know that I was covered with a quilt alone because I was afraid that I would catch a cold.
But if I want to touch my mother's wonderful body, this throbbing and desire cannot be weakened by pure maternal love.
On the contrary, it was stimulated more and that impulse could no longer be retreated.
I think I am rational now, otherwise I might have just pressed on my mother.
But I think I am also irrational, otherwise the beast soul in my heart would not awaken.
Whether it is rational or irrational.
I can't care about that much, I just know that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I must seize it.
Tonight, like every night, countless men and women are in bed or where they are engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat exercises filled with lustful sounds. There will be sperm as many as the stars in the universe, snatching and occupying their own eggs in a rampant and excited manner to form a new life.
And this night will be the first time for me to show my sexual desire on my mother.
I secretly swore that one night, my mother and I will also bring about the crystallization of the taboo love that belongs to the two of us in the bright and beautiful moonlight like other men and women.
I put my hand into the quilt and gently placed it on the nightgown on my mother's back.
After leaving this for half a minute, I tried to gently caress my mother's nightgown slowly up and down for a short distance.
The palm of my hand could feel the silky feeling of the silky nightgown, as if I touched my mother's smooth back, but it was missing that warm feeling.
I didn't dare to take away the quilt on my mother, for fear of being awakened, even if the movement was so slight.
After stroking it back and forth more than ten times, I was not satisfied with just stroking it simply, I wanted more.
I swallowed, observed my mother again, and confirmed that I was still sleeping well.
I decided to move my hand slowly down, gently touching my nightgown with my palm, and all the way to my mother's waist and back.
I slowly touched my hand to the left, and my palms surrounded my mother's slender and soft waist, suspended less than five centimeters from my waist.
My naturally bent palm slowly approached my mother's waist with a tiny slight slight. When I touched the silk nightgown, my heart beat faster and covered my palms little by little.
Well, what kind of feel is hard to describe.
The curve and contact size that fit the palms are just in tune with, which has a little soft touch, but the stronger feeling is elastic.
And as I breathe, my slender waist also rises and falls.
Although the amplitude is about half the ups and downs of the chest, if you touch the hands, the ups and downs felt on the waist will be more obvious, because the waist muscles are stronger, stronger and elastic, so the palms can truly feel the strength from the waist to push it up.
I slowly moved my body towards my mother, almost pressing my lower body against my mother's perky butt.
But I still didn't dare to just push it up, but just got closer to the position where I touched my nightgown.
In this way, because the distance between the two people was closer, the range where my hands could move increased a lot.
I stayed on my waist for about three or five minutes, while feeling the wonderful touch while observing the depth of my mother's breathing.
When my breathing became light and even, I let out a long breath, suppressed my rapid heartbeat and involuntarily shaking my hands, and started the next step.
At the speed of crawling like a snail, the palm covering her waist kept the existing gesture slowly leaning upward along her mother's sideways.
Due to the smoothness of the silk, the folds of the nightgown on my side were flipping over one by one by my index finger.
This nightgown is a summer nightgown after all, so it is actually quite thin.
After about ten or twenty seconds that were very long for me, my index finger could feel the soft and slightly raised parts.
That's right, it's my mother's tall and soft breasts.
However, when my hand moved here, I encountered a sudden protrusion.
I guessed it was probably the edge of the bra.
Wait, I remember when my mother went to bed, she obviously didn't wear a bra, so the two bumps could not be fake.
With such doubts, my index finger touched along the edge of the lower edge of my breast and confirmed that I was really wearing a bra.
I guess my mother decided to let me sleep here and put it on myself after I fell asleep. I'm afraid she's also guarding me.
Just wear a bra. Now is not the time to worry about these details. After all, wearing a bra doesn’t affect the soft touch of my mother’s breasts.
I swallowed heavily, and my hands slowly climbed up along the lower edge of my round chest bit by bit. I think it would be even more exciting than asking me to climb Mount Everest.
After passing five centimeters from an arc that is nearly perpendicular to the trunk, it quickly transforms into a smooth spherical arc.
When I slowly tried to touch the apex of this arc, my arms almost had to be straightened to touch.
I understand that this is the bump of my mother's beautiful breasts and the most upright part.
I swallowed again, and my palm couldn't help but tremble slightly, carefully and gently fell on my mother's entire breast.
oh!
This is indescribable, wonderful touch!
Based on this slightly uneven contact surface, we probably know that my mother is wearing a bra with complex patterns.
A few of my fingers gradually spread out on my mother's big breasts through her bra and nightgown, trying to cover her entire breasts.
But it can't cover all at all, and at least one-third of the breast area is beyond my reach of my palms and fingers.
Even though I didn't use any strength, I could feel that the part of my breasts covered by my five fingers was concave, which was probably the best reflection of my mother's beautiful breasts.
With a little force on my fingertips, the groove will deepen a little bit. At the same time, I can feel my breasts seem to be resisting the thrust that I have been giving me outward. This is the elasticity that my mother's breasts have.
I kept this position and looked at my mother again. Her eyes were still closed and her long eyelashes were not moving.
I swallowed, calmed my breath and moved on to the next step.
I used the force of my mother that was not easy to be noticed, and could really feel the pressure, and I used it on my palms, and slightly pushed my mother's straight and round breasts into it.
I stopped like this, feeling the tighter touch and full elasticity. As my palms swelled up and down my breasts caused by my mother's breathing, I felt the change in the pressure coming from my breasts.
After I kept it for a minute and confirmed that my mother would not wake up, I gently and soothed my mother's breasts in a narrow range.
I could clearly sense the tender breasts moving in synchronization with my palms.
This is the first time I have rubbed my mother's breasts. This feeling is something I have never experienced before. I can't imagine that there is anything like this in the things I have touched, and there is nothing like this, so I can't make an example.
I think this is also the reason why some people say that women's breasts are unique in the world.
I closed my eyes and felt the pleasure and satisfaction brought by gently rubbing my mother's breasts with all my body and mind, so I unconsciously increased my strength and speed, and the amplitude became larger, completely losing my mind.
I was quickly punished for losing my mind.
Just as I rubbed my mother's beautiful breasts forgot to do it, my mother's body suddenly moved!
I was so scared that I immediately pulled my hand out of the quilt, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
I didn't have time to cover my own quilt, and I couldn't control my rapid breathing at all.
My mother seemed to be awake, and I silently prayed that she had not noticed anything that had just happened.
I didn't dare to open my eyes, so I could only listen to the feedback from the movements and movements in the bed, and probably guess what my mother did after she woke up.
Well... Mom snorted in confusion, and there were sporadic rustling sounds.
I narrowed my eyes into slits and peered at my mother's movements.
My mother didn't turn around, and she didn't even move.
After ten seconds, there was no movement, I opened my eyes completely and looked at my mother.
It lasted for two minutes, and I felt that my mother should still be asleep. It was an accidental situation just now, just like when I sleep without anyone touching me, I sometimes move unconsciously.
This made me feel quite at ease, and my nervousness eased a lot in a moment.
At the same time, by rubbing my mother with some force just now, I have become more courageous and I think I can try to take further action.
I first observed my mother's current condition.
My whole body was still sleeping with my back to me, but the air conditioner on my body was moved to my lower body, and my entire waist and above were wrapped in pajamas.
Another point is that the left hand that was placed on the lower edge of the chest just now has been taken away and let the head rest with the right hand.
Therefore, now the left hand is actually placed in the middle of the abdomen, and the wrist is against the right breast, so that the breast is squeezed and gathered upwards.
At the same time, this movement made the y-shaped collar of the nightgown loosen a lot, and a large piece of white breast flesh on the right appeared in front of me.
At this time, I found that my mother was wearing a very thin black lace bra without steel rings, so it would not affect her sleep.
Although the bra is very thin, half of the breast is still pressed tightly, and I can't see the whole picture of the tender red breasts and the snow milk.
The constantly rising and falling breasts were simply waving to me: Come on, come on and have fun.
I was so eager that my hands were out of control. I reached into the gap in my bathrobe, slowly put it down, and covered my mother's round breast balls through my bra.
After touching it, I realized that the bra is not only thin, but also soft, as if it is just covered with a layer of film.
This time I stretched my hands a little more open than I did just now to get to a larger range of breast meat.
Half of the palms were against the thin bra, while the other half of the palms and fingers touched the snow-white breasts.
My hands rubbed them slightly and the whole breast ball was moving with my palm.
During the rubbing process, several of my fingers took turns to press gently, leaving a mark on my full chest.
I gradually increased my strength and amplitude, and the trajectory of the round breasts being rubbed gradually changed from a range as small as a one-yuan coin to a range as large as a bowl mouth, and the feeling in my heart was from savoring to enjoying greedily.
As my desires become increasingly released, I plan to smooth out the difference in touch and barriers that the bra brings to half of my palm.
I took a deep breath, gave myself courage, and planned to put my hand carefully into my mother's bra.
In order not to give my mother any chance of waking up, my five finger nails carefully pressed the edge of my mother's bra, one to two fingers in height.
This will not only allow my hands to reach in, but also prevent the bra strap from adding too much pressure to wake my mother up.
After pushing up, five fingers slowly reached into the bra. During the process, the fingers bent accordingly with the curve of the bra, so that they could reach in more easily without arousing the mother's alertness.
After reaching the deepest point, I took a deep breath, my hand trembled slightly and gently lowered it down, covering my mother's chest without any barrier.
A warm, soft and smooth feeling penetrated my palm and reached my heart.
My eyes closed involuntarily, feeling the wonderful touch from my hands with all my heart.
Adjectives such as smooth, round, firm, soft, elastic, delicate, etc. are not enough to express how perfect the mother's breasts are.
Fortunately, my mother's tender red nipples were just sandwiched between my index finger and middle finger.
I could clearly feel that my mother's nipples were now hard, because when my fingers gently touched the nipples, the nipples felt that they gave me a lot of resistance.
At the same time, the length of the nipple is a little longer than the thickness of my fingers.
I pressed my index finger and middle finger tightly to clamp my nipples, and pressed my palm down hard, so that the part of my mother's breast ball pressed up around the outer ring, forming a large steamed bun, making the whole breast look more round and full.
I wanted to pull the collar of the nightgown a little, but my mother's left hand pressed too tightly. I tried several times before I pulled it a little bit.
In order not to let my mother feel it, I could no longer use more effort and had to give up.
After all, it is already very satisfying to rub my mother's breasts directly like this.
But my lower body was unwilling to be idle.
My mother moved her body just now, and now the hem of her nightgown is exactly level with her buttocks.
The thighs and calves below the hips were all present in front of me, and the air conditioner was not covered by them.
I moved my right leg forward and gently pressed it against my mother's white and slender legs.
The skin contacted each other, and as my legs rubbed against my mother's legs up and down, the smooth and warm feeling became more and more obvious, and my cock became thicker and I wanted to wear underwear.
My reason is losing faster and faster. If this continues, I will fall into madness and may even do something unreasonable.
But now I can't care so much. The instinct of genes prompts me to throw away everything and stimulates me to release the most primitive energy.
I lifted my butt and moved to my mother's plump butt that was erecting towards my cock.
Compared to her flat back, her mother's plump big butt is extremely prominent.
I lifted my nightgown with my right hand upwards little by little, and the purple lace panties caught my eyes.
This narrow lace underwear can not wrap the pair of fleshy buttocks that are nearly as wide as two waists, and most of the round and white buttocks are exposed.
I leaned sideways and freed my penis from the cage of my underwear. It was as hard as iron, holding the sky.
I thrust forward gently, pressed my thick and long cock against my mother's snow-white buttocks, and put my entire penis on it.
I slowly started to rub it, and the smoothness of my mother's buttocks was almost comparable to breasts, and it was smoother than silk.
While rubbing my mother's big breasts, my big cock quickly rubbed my mother's buttocks. My heartbeats so fast that my heart is about to jump out, and I open my mouth and breathe in big mouth.
Without even realizing it, my entire upper body was leaning against my mother's entire back, my crotch was tightly attached to my mother's butt, and my legs were also intimately in contact with my mother's long legs.
In other words, I was not only hugging my mother tightly, but also playing with her breasts, nipples and big ass!
It really taught me that I was excited and excited.
Well... Just as my cock was trying to push my glans into my mother's lace panties to explore more, my mother suddenly snorted.
This light panting scared me so much that I was stunned. Although my hands stopped rubbing, I forgot to take them out.
Is mom awake?
I felt my heartbeat as if it had stopped at this moment, my mind was blank, and I just felt that everything seemed to be over.
Well... Mom gasped again and moved slightly.
What should I do now?I am usually smart and feel like a fool at this moment.
I noticed that although I was closed, my eyes were rotating and my slender eyelashes were swaying slightly.It's over, this is about to wake up.
Although the situation was very urgent, I couldn't take my hand away and move my body away.
Because that would completely wake up the mother who is now unable to sleep.
I was quick to think and decided to slowly take my hand out of my mother's bra, but still put it on the part of my mother's breasts that were not covered by her bra.
At the same time, slowly move your butt back so that your penis will no longer be against your mother's buttocks.
But just as my cock was backing back to my glans and pressing it against my crotch, my mother's butt and hands moved.
Mom must have woken up.
I quickly closed my eyes and kept in such a position without moving.
I tried to control my breathing and pretended to be asleep.
At the same time, I felt my mother's movements.
My mother's body trembled violently at first, then she screamed in a low voice, but it quickly stopped and her body stopped moving.
I think my mother noticed that my palm was placing on her breasts and her cock was pressing against her crotch.
All this must have been a big surprise for my mother.
But because I still couldn't figure out the specific reason, my mother couldn't do anything to me directly, so I'm stunned now.
After a few seconds, my hand felt gently taken away by my mother's hand, and my mother's butt quickly got out of my cock.
Mom, I like you very much.I pretended to be dreaming and talked in my dreams.Taking advantage of this opportunity, the hand that was taken away was naturally placed on my mother's chest.
Ah!My mother shouted in shock by my sudden attack.
But when my mother saw that I was asleep, she didn't say anything, but just took my hand away again.
This time I put my hand completely on the bed, followed by a rustling sound.
I quietly narrowed my eyes into slits and peeped at me. My mother was tidying up her nightgown, tightening her chest, and covering her thighs.
My mother was suddenly stunned and stopped her hand movements.
Because when my mother was tidying her nightgown, she just saw my big cock standing upright when she looked at me.
I don’t know if it’s because of the size or the scare, but my mother was stunned for several seconds.
This little bastard is not honest when he sleeps... Mom spat to herself in a low voice.
After saying that, my mother covered me with my quilt, but when it was about to cover my lower body, she suddenly stopped.
I watched my mother stare at it, but I couldn't see my mother's expression at the moment.
After a few seconds, my mother first put the quilt on my waist, then helped me lift my underwear, covering my big cock that was still standing.
Then I covered the quilt on my lower body, but before covering it, my mother actually touched my penis with her little hands.
I didn't expect this scene to happen.My mother suddenly touched her, and my butt thrust upward like a conditioned reflex.
Ah！
My mother obviously didn't expect me to react like this and was frightened by the little one.
My mother slowly turned to look at me, probably afraid that I would wake up.
I quickly closed my eyes, snored, and then escaped.
After helping me cover the quilt again, my mother lowered her head and looked between her legs. She was silent for a few seconds, shook her head and said to herself: What's going on...
Then my mother lay down and covered herself tightly.
But my mother kept tossing and turning. I wanted to wait until my mother fell asleep and acted again.
I couldn't hold on anymore, and my sleepiness filled my brain and fell asleep.
The moonlight poured into the bedroom, casting a warm light.
I woke up in the middle of the night and was so quiet that I could only hear the sound of wind and the occasional sound of cars passing by outside the window.
I woke up from my sleep and opened my eyes. What caught my eye was my mother's long, slightly curly hair, and the snow-white neck was vaguely visible between the gaps.
Only then did I realize that just now, no, I didn’t know how long ago, I actually leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep.
What I didn't expect was that my mother didn't wake me up and asked me to go back to my room.
I can be sure that my head is leaning on the soft pillow now, and I can be sure that I am not dreaming now.
Originally, my sleepy eyes were mixed with sleepy sleepiness, but after I figured out the current situation, I suddenly lost all of it, even more energetic than taking stimulants.
There seems to be something covering her body, and you can feel a little pressure.
I looked down and saw a thin quilt.
I noticed that it was only covered by me, and my mother was still covered with the air-conditioning quilt at night.
My mother was sleeping with her back to me with her legs bent.
Because the air conditioner quilt is narrow, half of the rose gold pajamas are outside the quilt.
The bright moonlight shines on my mother, which adds a bit more charm and mystery than the bright fluorescent lights.
Mother?I called softly, patting my mother's shoulder through the silky nightgown.My mother didn't respond to me, she probably slept very heavily.
For the first time, I looked at my sleeping mother so close, and my nose kept inhaling my mother's faint hair and body fragrance.
The cavernosum of the penis is rapidly congested, and the tip is harder than during morning erection.
Just like seeing the peerless delicacies in the world, saliva is constantly secreting from my mouth, which makes me swallow my saliva.
I carefully took the quilt away and tried to keep it from making any noise during the process so that my mother would not wake up.
mom?Just in case, I raised my head a little closer this time and called softly again.
Still no response.I let out a sigh of relief and gave myself courage.
I supported my right forearm on the bed and supported my upper body.I stretched my neck and looked towards my mother's body.
With the gentle moonlight, my mother's delicate face was as white as a silver plate, and was delicate and flawless.
My mother bent one hand under her head, and her head rested on her wrist and forearm.
The other hand was placed under his towering chest, as if he was holding his chest.
The slightly wider Y-shaped neckline is a little open in this posture, with large white breasts squeezed together, forming a sexy and attractive arc and deep cleavage.
Even breathing made my mother's full breasts rise and fall regularly, which made people imaginatively. I wanted to open my nightgown and rub the pair of beautiful breasts vigorously with both hands.
I slowly put my hand into my mother's air conditioning quilt. During the process, my eyes kept looking at my mother's face cautiously. I felt both nervous and stimulating, afraid that my mother would wake up at any time, which would be a big deal.
Although I deeply understand that my mother didn't want to wake me up and fell asleep because of fatigue, I also know that I was covered with a quilt alone because I was afraid that I would catch a cold.
But if I want to touch my mother's wonderful body, this throbbing and desire cannot be weakened by pure maternal love.
On the contrary, it was stimulated more and that impulse could no longer be retreated.
I think I am rational now, otherwise I might have just pressed on my mother.
But I think I am also irrational, otherwise the beast soul in my heart would not awaken.
Whether it is rational or irrational.
I can't care about that much, I just know that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I must seize it.
Tonight, like every night, countless men and women are in bed or where they are engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat exercises filled with lustful sounds. There will be sperm as many as the stars in the universe, snatching and occupying their own eggs in a rampant and excited manner to form a new life.
And this night will be the first time for me to show my sexual desire on my mother.
I secretly swore that one night, my mother and I will also bring about the crystallization of the taboo love that belongs to the two of us in the bright and beautiful moonlight like other men and women.
I put my hand into the quilt and gently placed it on the nightgown on my mother's back.
After leaving this for half a minute, I tried to gently caress my mother's nightgown slowly up and down for a short distance.
The palm of my hand could feel the silky feeling of the silky nightgown, as if I touched my mother's smooth back, but it was missing that warm feeling.
I didn't dare to take away the quilt on my mother, for fear of being awakened, even if the movement was so slight.
After stroking it back and forth more than ten times, I was not satisfied with just stroking it simply, I wanted more.
I swallowed, observed my mother again, and confirmed that I was still sleeping well.
I decided to move my hand slowly down, gently touching my nightgown with my palm, and all the way to my mother's waist and back.
I slowly touched my hand to the left, and my palms surrounded my mother's slender and soft waist, suspended less than five centimeters from my waist.
My naturally bent palm slowly approached my mother's waist with a tiny slight slight. When I touched the silk nightgown, my heart beat faster and covered my palms little by little.
Well, what kind of feel is hard to describe.
The curve and contact size that fit the palms are just in tune with, which has a little soft touch, but the stronger feeling is elastic.
And as I breathe, my slender waist also rises and falls.
Although the amplitude is about half the ups and downs of the chest, if you touch the hands, the ups and downs felt on the waist will be more obvious, because the waist muscles are stronger, stronger and elastic, so the palms can truly feel the strength from the waist to push it up.
I slowly moved my body towards my mother, almost pressing my lower body against my mother's perky butt.
But I still didn't dare to just push it up, but just got closer to the position where I touched my nightgown.
In this way, because the distance between the two people was closer, the range where my hands could move increased a lot.
I stayed on my waist for about three or five minutes, while feeling the wonderful touch while observing the depth of my mother's breathing.
When my breathing became light and even, I let out a long breath, suppressed my rapid heartbeat and involuntarily shaking my hands, and started the next step.
At the speed of crawling like a snail, the palm covering her waist kept the existing gesture slowly leaning upward along her mother's sideways.
Due to the smoothness of the silk, the folds of the nightgown on my side were flipping over one by one by my index finger.
This nightgown is a summer nightgown after all, so it is actually quite thin.
After about ten or twenty seconds that were very long for me, my index finger could feel the soft and slightly raised parts.
That's right, it's my mother's tall and soft breasts.
However, when my hand moved here, I encountered a sudden protrusion.
I guessed it was probably the edge of the bra.
Wait, I remember when my mother went to bed, she obviously didn't wear a bra, so the two bumps could not be fake.
With such doubts, my index finger touched along the edge of the lower edge of my breast and confirmed that I was really wearing a bra.
I guess my mother decided to let me sleep here and put it on myself after I fell asleep. I'm afraid she's also guarding me.
Just wear a bra. Now is not the time to worry about these details. After all, wearing a bra doesn’t affect the soft touch of my mother’s breasts.
I swallowed heavily, and my hands slowly climbed up along the lower edge of my round chest bit by bit. I think it would be even more exciting than asking me to climb Mount Everest.
After passing five centimeters from an arc that is nearly perpendicular to the trunk, it quickly transforms into a smooth spherical arc.
When I slowly tried to touch the apex of this arc, my arms almost had to be straightened to touch.
I understand that this is the bump of my mother's beautiful breasts and the most upright part.
I swallowed again, and my palm couldn't help but tremble slightly, carefully and gently fell on my mother's entire breast.
oh!
This is indescribable, wonderful touch!
Based on this slightly uneven contact surface, we probably know that my mother is wearing a bra with complex patterns.
A few of my fingers gradually spread out on my mother's big breasts through her bra and nightgown, trying to cover her entire breasts.
But it can't cover all at all, and at least one-third of the breast area is beyond my reach of my palms and fingers.
Even though I didn't use any strength, I could feel that the part of my breasts covered by my five fingers was concave, which was probably the best reflection of my mother's beautiful breasts.
With a little force on my fingertips, the groove will deepen a little bit. At the same time, I can feel my breasts seem to be resisting the thrust that I have been giving me outward. This is the elasticity that my mother's breasts have.
I kept this position and looked at my mother again. Her eyes were still closed and her long eyelashes were not moving.
I swallowed, calmed my breath and moved on to the next step.
I used the force of my mother that was not easy to be noticed, and could really feel the pressure, and I used it on my palms, and slightly pushed my mother's straight and round breasts into it.
I stopped like this, feeling the tighter touch and full elasticity. As my palms swelled up and down my breasts caused by my mother's breathing, I felt the change in the pressure coming from my breasts.
After I kept it for a minute and confirmed that my mother would not wake up, I gently and soothed my mother's breasts in a narrow range.
I could clearly sense the tender breasts moving in synchronization with my palms.
This is the first time I have rubbed my mother's breasts. This feeling is something I have never experienced before. I can't imagine that there is anything like this in the things I have touched, and there is nothing like this, so I can't make an example.
I think this is also the reason why some people say that women's breasts are unique in the world.
I closed my eyes and felt the pleasure and satisfaction brought by gently rubbing my mother's breasts with all my body and mind, so I unconsciously increased my strength and speed, and the amplitude became larger, completely losing my mind.
I was quickly punished for losing my mind.
Just as I rubbed my mother's beautiful breasts forgot to do it, my mother's body suddenly moved!
I was so scared that I immediately pulled my hand out of the quilt, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
I didn't have time to cover my own quilt, and I couldn't control my rapid breathing at all.
My mother seemed to be awake, and I silently prayed that she had not noticed anything that had just happened.
I didn't dare to open my eyes, so I could only listen to the feedback from the movements and movements in the bed, and probably guess what my mother did after she woke up.
Well... Mom snorted in confusion, and there were sporadic rustling sounds.
I narrowed my eyes into slits and peered at my mother's movements.
My mother didn't turn around, and she didn't even move.
After ten seconds, there was no movement, I opened my eyes completely and looked at my mother.
It lasted for two minutes, and I felt that my mother should still be asleep. It was an accidental situation just now, just like when I sleep without anyone touching me, I sometimes move unconsciously.
This made me feel quite at ease, and my nervousness eased a lot in a moment.
At the same time, by rubbing my mother with some force just now, I have become more courageous and I think I can try to take further action.
I first observed my mother's current condition.
My whole body was still sleeping with my back to me, but the air conditioner on my body was moved to my lower body, and my entire waist and above were wrapped in pajamas.
Another point is that the left hand that was placed on the lower edge of the chest just now has been taken away and let the head rest with the right hand.
Therefore, now the left hand is actually placed in the middle of the abdomen, and the wrist is against the right breast, so that the breast is squeezed and gathered upwards.
At the same time, this movement made the y-shaped collar of the nightgown loosen a lot, and a large piece of white breast flesh on the right appeared in front of me.
At this time, I found that my mother was wearing a very thin black lace bra without steel rings, so it would not affect her sleep.
Although the bra is very thin, half of the breast is still pressed tightly, and I can't see the whole picture of the tender red breasts and the snow milk.
The constantly rising and falling breasts were simply waving to me: Come on, come on and have fun.
I was so eager that my hands were out of control. I reached into the gap in my bathrobe, slowly put it down, and covered my mother's round breast balls through my bra.
After touching it, I realized that the bra is not only thin, but also soft, as if it is just covered with a layer of film.
This time I stretched my hands a little more open than I did just now to get to a larger range of breast meat.
Half of the palms were against the thin bra, while the other half of the palms and fingers touched the snow-white breasts.
My hands rubbed them slightly and the whole breast ball was moving with my palm.
During the rubbing process, several of my fingers took turns to press gently, leaving a mark on my full chest.
I gradually increased my strength and amplitude, and the trajectory of the round breasts being rubbed gradually changed from a range as small as a one-yuan coin to a range as large as a bowl mouth, and the feeling in my heart was from savoring to enjoying greedily.
As my desires become increasingly released, I plan to smooth out the difference in touch and barriers that the bra brings to half of my palm.
I took a deep breath, gave myself courage, and planned to put my hand carefully into my mother's bra.
In order not to give my mother any chance of waking up, my five finger nails carefully pressed the edge of my mother's bra, one to two fingers in height.
This will not only allow my hands to reach in, but also prevent the bra strap from adding too much pressure to wake my mother up.
After pushing up, five fingers slowly reached into the bra. During the process, the fingers bent accordingly with the curve of the bra, so that they could reach in more easily without arousing the mother's alertness.
After reaching the deepest point, I took a deep breath, my hand trembled slightly and gently lowered it down, covering my mother's chest without any barrier.
A warm, soft and smooth feeling penetrated my palm and reached my heart.
My eyes closed involuntarily, feeling the wonderful touch from my hands with all my heart.
Adjectives such as smooth, round, firm, soft, elastic, delicate, etc. are not enough to express how perfect the mother's breasts are.
Fortunately, my mother's tender red nipples were just sandwiched between my index finger and middle finger.
I could clearly feel that my mother's nipples were now hard, because when my fingers gently touched the nipples, the nipples felt that they gave me a lot of resistance.
At the same time, the length of the nipple is a little longer than the thickness of my fingers.
I pressed my index finger and middle finger tightly to clamp my nipples, and pressed my palm down hard, so that the part of my mother's breast ball pressed up around the outer ring, forming a large steamed bun, making the whole breast look more round and full.
I wanted to pull the collar of the nightgown a little, but my mother's left hand pressed too tightly. I tried several times before I pulled it a little bit.
In order not to let my mother feel it, I could no longer use more effort and had to give up.
After all, it is already very satisfying to rub my mother's breasts directly like this.
But my lower body was unwilling to be idle.
My mother moved her body just now, and now the hem of her nightgown is exactly level with her buttocks.
The thighs and calves below the hips were all present in front of me, and the air conditioner was not covered by them.
I moved my right leg forward and gently pressed it against my mother's white and slender legs.
The skin contacted each other, and as my legs rubbed against my mother's legs up and down, the smooth and warm feeling became more and more obvious, and my cock became thicker and I wanted to wear underwear.
My reason is losing faster and faster. If this continues, I will fall into madness and may even do something unreasonable.
But now I can't care so much. The instinct of genes prompts me to throw away everything and stimulates me to release the most primitive energy.
I lifted my butt and moved to my mother's plump butt that was erecting towards my cock.
Compared to her flat back, her mother's plump big butt is extremely prominent.
I lifted my nightgown with my right hand upwards little by little, and the purple lace panties caught my eyes.
This narrow lace underwear can not wrap the pair of fleshy buttocks that are nearly as wide as two waists, and most of the round and white buttocks are exposed.
I leaned sideways and freed my penis from the cage of my underwear. It was as hard as iron, holding the sky.
I thrust forward gently, pressed my thick and long cock against my mother's snow-white buttocks, and put my entire penis on it.
I slowly started to rub it, and the smoothness of my mother's buttocks was almost comparable to breasts, and it was smoother than silk.
While rubbing my mother's big breasts, my big cock quickly rubbed my mother's buttocks. My heartbeats so fast that my heart is about to jump out, and I open my mouth and breathe in big mouth.
Without even realizing it, my entire upper body was leaning against my mother's entire back, my crotch was tightly attached to my mother's butt, and my legs were also intimately in contact with my mother's long legs.
In other words, I was not only hugging my mother tightly, but also playing with her breasts, nipples and big ass!
It really taught me that I was excited and excited.
Well... Just as my cock was trying to push my glans into my mother's lace panties to explore more, my mother suddenly snorted.
This light panting scared me so much that I was stunned. Although my hands stopped rubbing, I forgot to take them out.
Is mom awake?
I felt my heartbeat as if it had stopped at this moment, my mind was blank, and I just felt that everything seemed to be over.
Well... Mom gasped again and moved slightly.
What should I do now?I am usually smart and feel like a fool at this moment.
I noticed that although I was closed, my eyes were rotating and my slender eyelashes were swaying slightly.It's over, this is about to wake up.
Although the situation was very urgent, I couldn't take my hand away and move my body away.
Because that would completely wake up the mother who is now unable to sleep.
I was quick to think and decided to slowly take my hand out of my mother's bra, but still put it on the part of my mother's breasts that were not covered by her bra.
At the same time, slowly move your butt back so that your penis will no longer be against your mother's buttocks.
But just as my cock was backing back to my glans and pressing it against my crotch, my mother's butt and hands moved.
Mom must have woken up.
I quickly closed my eyes and kept in such a position without moving.
I tried to control my breathing and pretended to be asleep.
At the same time, I felt my mother's movements.
My mother's body trembled violently at first, then she screamed in a low voice, but it quickly stopped and her body stopped moving.
I think my mother noticed that my palm was placing on her breasts and her cock was pressing against her crotch.
All this must have been a big surprise for my mother.
But because I still couldn't figure out the specific reason, my mother couldn't do anything to me directly, so I'm stunned now.
After a few seconds, my hand felt gently taken away by my mother's hand, and my mother's butt quickly got out of my cock.
Mom, I like you very much.I pretended to be dreaming and talked in my dreams.Taking advantage of this opportunity, the hand that was taken away was naturally placed on my mother's chest.
Ah!My mother shouted in shock by my sudden attack.
But when my mother saw that I was asleep, she didn't say anything, but just took my hand away again.
This time I put my hand completely on the bed, followed by a rustling sound.
I quietly narrowed my eyes into slits and peeped at me. My mother was tidying up her nightgown, tightening her chest, and covering her thighs.
My mother was suddenly stunned and stopped her hand movements.
Because when my mother was tidying her nightgown, she just saw my big cock standing upright when she looked at me.
I don’t know if it’s because of the size or the scare, but my mother was stunned for several seconds.
This little bastard is not honest when he sleeps... Mom spat to herself in a low voice.
After saying that, my mother covered me with my quilt, but when it was about to cover my lower body, she suddenly stopped.
I watched my mother stare at it, but I couldn't see my mother's expression at the moment.
After a few seconds, my mother first put the quilt on my waist, then helped me lift my underwear, covering my big cock that was still standing.
Then I covered the quilt on my lower body, but before covering it, my mother actually touched my penis with her little hands.
I didn't expect this scene to happen.My mother suddenly touched her, and my butt thrust upward like a conditioned reflex.
Ah！
My mother obviously didn't expect me to react like this and was frightened by the little one.
My mother slowly turned to look at me, probably afraid that I would wake up.
I quickly closed my eyes, snored, and then escaped.
After helping me cover the quilt again, my mother lowered her head and looked between her legs. She was silent for a few seconds, shook her head and said to herself: What's going on...
Then my mother lay down and covered herself tightly.
But my mother kept tossing and turning. I wanted to wait until my mother fell asleep and acted again.
I couldn't hold on anymore, and my sleepiness filled my brain and fell asleep.
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