Two years later, I worked in a company. My mother and father had already settled in Canada. But unexpectedly, not long after my father arrived, he flew back to the mainland to negotiate. I think it should be for my mistress again.
When I go to Canada, it means that my mother has no reason. After all, if my mother and I continue, I will really be out of control. Maybe my mother herself feels that her own changes, whether they have physical needs or psychological emptiness, mother-son family affection, sexual desire and traitor, have all transcended the moral boundary.
Where are me?
Have I changed?
It may be more or less, right? When I first wrote these articles, I was very excited. You can see when I first published my post. The text was very large, and the number of questions was not very extensive. After the calmness of military service in the middle, I recalled my youthful and frivolous appearance at that time, and more or less, I felt it was ridiculous. Speaking of this, people always have to go through something that I have never encountered before in order to learn lessons from it. My love for my mother has long been sublimated to another level.
Now, I am not just a manifestation of family affection between mother and son, but a kind of ulterior motive and private love that allows me to think of such words, which is a kind of love that cannot be said, talked about, or expressed. At that time, I didn’t understand my mother’s thoughts. After two years, I realized that my mother had no intention of doing this. Someone once said that my writing was psychologically greater than the sexual process. I think I just wanted to write my heart out, that’s all.
As for the inner thoughts of my mother in the article, I personally guessed it. After all, my mother's personality is cold and arrogant, and she is frosty and charming. I can't guess what you said. I still have to say so much, but the key point is still there. In the year before going abroad, it happened to be when my mother and I had a high sexual desire. At that time, I made a secret decision. I don't want my mother to vent my desires on my behalf. I want my mother's body. Thinking of this, my mind quickly turned, and a method should be born.
People like my mother have long wavy black hair, deep cleavage, and beautiful buttocks. Whenever I watch an incest A film, some mature women who are about to fall off make me feel very unpleasant. But in reality, my mother is just like this. Perhaps it is enviable to have such a mother, but the price it brings is understandable. When my mother's buttocks make me rubbed wildly, my mother's eyes always reveal a bottomless sorrow. At first, I thought my mother hated me for doing this, but later I realized that it was not like this.
That's right, the reconciliation between my mother and my father led to freezing point. This atmosphere made me and my sister clearly feel it. Even my mother, who was talking, had roared at the phone. Then I watched HTC smash on the floor and broke into five or six pieces. I swear, Nima, I was really scared. When did my sister stay in college? When did she hear this, she rushed home to comfort her mother, let alone ask her mother to vent her desires. Stop making trouble. The family is causing a revolution, and what else do you want to be incest.
The father resolutely wanted to marry another woman and become a mistress, and said that he wanted his mother to accept her and fuck her. What the hell is the rich thinking?
In recent years, business has grown bigger and made some money, and I started to be rich when I speak. Look here, everyone knows why I haven’t written it later. Although memories of the past are always beautiful, in reality, you must not let you do whatever you want. Fortunately, my father doesn’t want to divorce. On the one hand, it’s for us, and on the other hand, it’s not easy for the power of my mother’s family to offend.
As for the forces in my mother's family, it is another story. According to rumors, my mother's mother, also my grandmother, was once a young woman in a gangster. It was just a rumor. However, when I was a child, my mother and sisters suffered a loss outside when I was young, and it seemed that she had a forced abortion. Later, the other party and local councillors went to my mother's family to kneel down and apologize. When I was still young, I asked my mother why which brother wanted to kneel down and cry. My mother just said that she was sorry for Aunt Four.
In fact, there are many stories in my mother's family. I heard that my mother's indifferent personality is also influenced by her family background. I also heard from my grandfather, but there are too many. I will talk about it that day.
After I dropped my phone, my old girl was nervous, and I was like a fool. I didn’t know how to comfort my mother. It’s hard to say, Mom... Use my fingers to make you feel comfortable. It’s like picking lanterns in the toilet and looking for shit.
The next morning, I received a call from my father. My father also knew that I was easier to talk to. I fucked your mother, I had such a beautiful wife and a beautiful woman, and I even had to marry her openly. If I hadn't been to Taiwan now, I would have gone to the office of a mainland tea merchant and stabbed you to death. To be honest, when did I really have this idea? But after the impulse, when people calmed down, they would always find that they were the most tragic person. I couldn't remember what my father said on the phone, but I just wanted me to take good care of my mother anyway.
Today, my mother and my younger sister took the high-speed train to go back to my parents' home. I drove the car and took them to two stations. My mother sat in the back. When the red light stopped, I glanced at her in the back mirror. My mother's long black wavy hair was casually clamped with a big purple clip. Two bundles of bangs fell on my mother's face. Her face turned pale, her complexion was quite bad, and her eyes were a little swollen. Maybe she had cried for a long time last night, and she was wearing a dark black dress, revealing her shoulders. The breasts on her chest tightened the skirt on her chest, revealing her cleavage, and Bai Xishen V.
At this time, the car behind me horns sounded twice, and I came to my senses. Damn, I really want to slap myself. When did I still think about whether there are any of these? Just like that, when I watched my mother and my younger sister pass the gate, my mother stood quietly by the other platform, looking at me. When I made a gesture byebye, my mother actually turned around and left, without looking back, walking to the depths of the platform, leaving me alone. I thought my mother would say something, or was it just my personal delusion?
Things developed to this situation, beyond my expectations. I leaned against the back of the chair, sat in front of the computer in a daze. The skype flashed in the lower right corner of the screen. I had no motivation to think about everything. Things came too suddenly. Guan Xi of my mother and father thought she would continue to maintain the same as before. My father was having sex with her outside, and as long as he was still in the family, my mother could basically tolerate it. But I was fantastic and thought that she could get into her mother like an incest plot. In fact, I was a fool.
My fault is that I think too much. I wonder if all this happened will be caused by myself. If I don’t have any idea of lustful mother, maybe my mother can improve her understanding with my father. Maybe it’s because of me, such requests and such sexual harassment of mothers, that my mother’s feelings for her father have changed a little bit, even if it’s very subtle, when I really acquiesced to my son and use her buttocks to vent my desires, I may not be superficial and have already agreed with incest?
If that's true, it makes sense that my mother's cold freezing expression on the platform is. She may want to push the mistake on me. It's me who destroyed this harmonious family. Even if no one knows it, in private, my mother caters to my sexual needs. It's not just a simple venting desire. My unilateral mother Oedipus actually planted such deep seeds. When I was sprouting, my mother's initial affection had already turned into hatred.
Fuck, I punched my fist and fucked my skin, and I actually cried. Why did my family, family, everything turn out like this? What’s sad is that I really want to say something, but I can’t say it. But afterwards, I really feel that her mother is so stupid that she is filming her inner scene and throwing the wall.
For some reason, my mother's face appeared again, and the scene of masturbating for me, the appearance of the penis sucking and spitting in my mother's mouth, the buttocks that I could pinch and pinch, the friction of my penis in my mother's private parts, and the mother's expression that seemed to be enjoying and unforgiving, all came to my heart.
At this time, since I was not very strong, my phone was so shocked that it was out of power. I connected the power cord and my girlfriend called me N times, but I didn't answer. At this time, I didn't think much about it and turned back. My girlfriend felt very angry at the end of the phone. I just said lightly that my parents were going to divorce. I was silent on which end of the phone, and I didn't say anything. Do you want me to go there and accompany you now? , I was very calm and calm. OK... Thank you.
I seem to have introduced my girlfriend before. I was the same year as me. I have a personality that is good-looking. Even in a university paradise, I can still maintain the top three in school. I don’t think it’s surprising that I don’t look particularly beautiful. Even if passers-by walk over, I won’t particularly look at which one. However, my facial features are pretty, my skin is very white, my chest is only B, the only thing that looks good is the height of 170, and a pair of tempting and beautiful buttocks.
Maybe Qianxin regarded her as her mother, but this idea was quickly lost after dating because she was really a good girl. When she had sex for the first time, she realized that she was a virgin. After she finished, she asked her why she didn't shout it out, and what was her name? , I realized that she had never even watched the A-movie. I couldn't help but laugh, and I was naturally stupid.
My girlfriend has the key to my house, so I didn't take it seriously when the door was twisted open. My girlfriend walked into my room and saw that my face was very haggard. Maybe it was because I was drinking some bar. People like me who didn't even touch alcohol actually drank. It means that things are really big. I am the kind of person who can't drink. When I drink it, I feel dizzy and want to vomit. My girlfriend is by my side with me. I hugged her and actually cried again. I cried twice a day. I am really not a man.
The unique body scent of my girlfriend came from my nose. I kissed my girlfriend's neck and kissed her lips. My girlfriend looked at me and knew what I wanted to do. She let my hands rub her breasts on her chest. What kind of tongue is there in her mouth? My girlfriend closed her eyes and kept kissing me wildly. I stood up and pulled my girlfriend to the back balcony. My girlfriend didn't know what I wanted to do. I asked her to carry me on her back and support her hands on the washing machine. My girlfriend was very nervous. Can you... not be here?
I ignored her hands and passed through my girlfriend's armpits, lifted her girlfriend's short T upwards, revealing her light blue bra, pinching her breasts vigorously, rubbing her girlfriend's buttocks tightly in the middle of her crotch. I took off my girlfriend's top, and my girlfriend was anxious, meaning she didn't want to do it here, but at that time, for some reason, my temper became very bad, and I pulled my girlfriend's pants to the end, revealing her underwear.
My girlfriend was frightened by my behavior and said no, which made me even more angry. I have never wanted to fuck a woman like this in my life. It was just a semi-rapist. I pressed my girlfriend on the washing machine, and my cock was directly from the side of my underwear, pressed her labia, and squeezed in hard. Because there was no foreplay, it was tight like something. I pulled it out and turned my girlfriend into a front, asking her to have a blowjob for me.
My girlfriend squatted in front of the washing machine. She looked really frightened and kept sobbing. I held the cock in my left hand and fixed the back of my girlfriend's head with my right hand, and stuffed the glans into my girlfriend's mouth. My girlfriend's lips sucked my entire penis and sucked it up and down. The hands I grabbed with my hands in both hands were pulled up, making my girlfriend unable to break free. This forced sexual pleasure made my cock even harder.
I saw that my penis was full of saliva. Once I asked my girlfriend to carry me on the back, and my girlfriend seemed to accept her fate. She simply supported her hands on the dehydration board of the washing machine. Her legs were eight inside, and her buttocks were slightly raised. I held my girlfriend's waist with both hands. The young woman's back was very smooth. I held my hips and pressed my girlfriend's waist down, so that my girlfriend's buttocks were even more upturned. Her glans rubbed against her clitoris. I only felt my girlfriend's body tremble for a while. It seemed that she was grinding to the sensitive belt.
I thrust my waist with my body and slowly, my girlfriend actually groaned for a long time, and then my thigh hit my flesh buttocks, and the cock made my girlfriend's hot vagina squeeze hard, and every stroke seemed to hit the cervix. I looked at my girlfriend's flesh buttocks. As I accelerated and hit, the whole buttocks rippled, and the swaying was awesome. Suddenly, I actually thought of my mother's flesh buttocks together, as if I was really fucking my mother. This fantasy made me even more excited.
Looking back at the beginning, I was rubbing my mother's beautiful buttocks here, so all this happened. I pulled my girlfriend's right hand back and asked her to look at me. My girlfriend's right breast ball swayed up and down, and her nipples became hard due to excitement. How many times have I? If I could really have sex with my mother, would this be the case?
I don't know, but my girlfriend closed her eyes and said nothing, just moaned constantly, or maybe she wanted me to ejaculate quickly.
The more I fucked, the harder I became. In the end, my girlfriend could only lie on the washing machine, and her legs were almost weak. Only then did I understand what the stud in ancient times meant. It turned out that I just wanted to indulge in lust at this time. I was sore in my mind. When I thought about my mother's past behavior, and when my mother clamped her penis with her legs, I felt sore, and I hugged my girlfriend directly, ejaculated in the uterus again and again, and I... cumed inward.
I then lay on my girlfriend's back and gasped. My girlfriend didn't say anything. When I left her body, I walked to the bathroom to take a shower. My girlfriend and I didn't say anything in the bathroom. My girlfriend took the shower head to shower for me. I couldn't see what was in my eyes. Really, I fell asleep in a drowsy place on the bed. When I got up, I looked at my watch and it was one in the middle of the night. I thought my girlfriend had left, but I didn't expect that my girlfriend would actually sleep next to me, wearing a pair of underwear and naked, and her sleeping look was really pity.
I stroked my girlfriend's face and felt that I was a beast. I called my girlfriend over and just wanted to have sex. I was thinking of another woman. Forget about other women, I am still my mother. I am sad...
I scolded all kinds of ugly words, but I still couldn't relieve my apology for my girlfriend. In the past, I was just to vent my desire and satisfy the sexual pleasure of mother and son having sex. So I thought of my mother and mother when having sex with my girlfriend, but now I actually have this idea.
What exactly have I been doing over the years?
Thinking about this, my head hurts more and more. Finally, I fell asleep again. In my dream, I dreamed of my mother, wearing a thin cotton-out-shoulder short T-T, the breast ball on her chest was about to emerge, and the entire nakedness was exposed in the northern hemisphere, with a deep V-shaped cleavage, a milky white breast enlargement, a purple long skirt underneath, with slits on both sides to her thighs, and an apron hung on her chest, folding her hair to the top of her head, revealing her jade neck.
Washing dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, I walked closer to my mother's back. My mother's side face was blocked by the bangs, and the needle stick on her ears exuded a sense of wife. If my mother was my woman, how great would it be? My mother was wearing a pair of silver-colored glasses, and her waist was tied up by the rope behind the apron, which further highlighted my mother's flowing waist. The perky buttocks under her waist were completely covered by a purple long skirt. The tight buttocks made me dry.
The body that swung with washing dishes, the beautiful buttocks twisted and swung into my eyes. I gently hugged my mother's waist, kissed my mother's neck, sucked my mother's ears, and rubbed my hands along my waist. Four fingers slid from my mother's side breasts into my breasts. I spread my five fingers and squeezed my mother's breasts slightly. There was an apron on the back of my hand, and under my palm was my mother's thin clothes. My palms were directly against my mother's exposed breasts. It felt so soft and tender.
When rubbing the breasts of my kiss, my mother always feels tilted her head and leaned her head against my left shoulder, frowned and closed her eyes. Should she enjoy the excitement of my breasts, or was she afraid that her sexual desire would be raised? I looked at the breasts from above, and the cleavage was squeezed and deformed by my left and right sides. Naturally, my lower body was not idle either. My penis was pressed against my buttocks, and my strong butt. Under my squeeze, my mother twisted and twisted, stimulating my penis.
The teasing was almost done. I stretched out my middle finger with my right hand, hooked the snow-white collar from my mother's cleavage, and pulled it down. The pure white lace bra bounced out with the breast ball, and the lower breast ball was squeezed up from above the collar. I turned my mother to the front. At this time, the apron had been pulled to the floor by me. My mother lowered her head and dared not look at me. She struggled to block her breasts. I hugged my mother's willow waist, hugged my whole body, and deeply contacted my mother.
My mother's tongue was very flexible, and when she sucked her honey lips, her face turned red. I licked my mother's cleavage, sniffed the milk-like frankincense, pulled my mother's underwear straps left and right with both hands, and her bra turned down, like two shells hanging, which were soft as frosted breast balls, and I rubbed it. I sucked my nipples lightly, wrapped my tongue around the areola, and used my lips to clamp the hard nipples up and down, pulling my entire breasts up and up. My mother couldn't help but shake her whole body and hummed out.
Is this what my mother is excited? I lifted my mother's left foot to the Liulitai table with my right hand. My mother formed a right foot to support her body, bent her left foot and opened her legs, hung it on the Liulitai table, and sat on the edge of the Liulitai table. I turned my mother's long skirt upwards and pulled it all to her left thigh, so that my mother could expose her black right-hand underwear, and there was also rhinestone on the underwear, adding a touch of charm to her.
I pressed my penis against my mother's private parts of my underwear, rubbed it up and down, and from time to time I put my glans on my mother's labia, and pinched my mother's left buttocks with my left hand. I pulled the back of my underwear into a line and lifted it up, so that my mother's private parts were even tighter. I found that when I teased my mother, my mother's expression was really great, with her eight-character eyebrows, and her expression of asking not to do this, which was even more different from my usual indifferent image, which made me excited to the highest point.
I opened my mother's underwear, revealing her thick pubic hair, and pressed her glans against her. At this time, my mother held my penis, said no, and then knelt down and sucked my penis for me with her mouth. My mother's oral sex skills are not bad, regardless of the strength of her fingers, the strength of her mouth and tongue sucking, and her unwilling look, which made me feel even more excited. The glans in my mother's mouth, and I could feel the licking of the tongue. Every time my deep throat was like having sex, it made me feel so weak.
As my legs became tighter and tighter, my mother knew that I was about to ejaculate, so she swung the tiger's mouth to the root, held the whole penis, and accelerated the stroke. In the end, I couldn't bear it. The thick milky white liquid ejaculated directly on my mother's lips. I squeezed out the remaining essence by myself. A few drops of white liquid fell on my mother's chest and flowed along my breasts to the cleavage. My mother looked at me from bottom to top. I put the glans close to my mother's mouth. My mother stuck out her tongue and licked it up from my testicles to the glans.
I ate the semen without missing a drop. When I pulled my mother up and wanted to fuck her back, I had already thought about it. Because I was awakened by the urge to pee, I found that it took me a long time since I had dreamed of having a dream with my mother. Since my mother was willing to help me vent my desire, I naturally thought that it was normal for my mother to help my son fight. I looked at myself from the mirror and felt so uninspired and... empty.
A week after my mother left home, I saw my father bringing her woman to the house. She was a young female model, a friend from the mainland. She met in a friendship with mainland tea merchants. She looked like she was about 27 years old, but she was already thirty-two years old. But she was ten years younger than her mother. This woman cannot be said to be bad, but she is beautiful, perfect and exaggerated, without flaws, her buttocks did not expand or sag, and her breasts were even E-breasts. She dared to wear and reveal her clothes, and she looked like a young mistress in front of her father.
Everyone wouldn't think that I want to force my mother to take revenge on my father, right?
Don’t be stupid. Don’t make trouble when the plot appears in the H comics. In any case, let alone sex, I get angry when I see it. Until now, I still don’t admit that she is my little mother, and at most she just calls Aunt Ah. My father came back this time to talk to my mother about things. I asked my father not to stimulate his mother’s emotions. My father didn’t say anything, but just said lightly that I would be in the middle.
What a fuck?
Your way of dealing with it is to take Aunt Ah to Taipei for a ride first?
I didn't want to say anything, and just like that, I took the recruitment order and started my military career. Although it was a compulsory service, I have thought a lot over the past year, a lot, and really a lot.
In life in the army, whenever the night is late, I always think about my mother's body, where is the back of my sleeping on the bed, the curve of my waist and hips, and the white skin. I want to get out of my face hard. Thinking about my mother's face made me harder.
Why do I love my mother, my mother's body, my mother's body, my mother's love, my eyes are cold, my personality, my buttocks are rubbed and my breasts are used to vent my desires, my mother and son rape me, I finally asked my mother to masturbate for me. This kind of thing that only happens in the online world is impossible in the incest film. Now, with layer after layer of opportunities and cause after layer of cause, what is the beautiful wife of a mother? From resistance, struggle, indulgence, to willingness to hold her son's penis and blowing her cock with her in her mouth, this process.
Is it cause and effect?
I planted the cause of my mother helping me vent my desires on my back, and got the shattered marriage between my father and mother?
I couldn't be myself for a long time, and I became hard when I thought of my mother several times. It was exaggerating to say this, but my mother's long black wavy hair, which is symmetrical with the left and right bangs, is beautifully curly. At my age, she looks even more elegant and luxurious, and is less like a housewife, but a kind of gorgeous mature woman. If possible, I hope my mother is my...mother's wife.
When did I think so, but the result I got made it clear that mother and son are incest, and the world is not tolerated. I often go home during holidays, it is empty and there is no one. My sister stays in college and my mother flew to Canada because of where Aunt Four and Aunt Two are. At that time, my mother didn't say anything. It can be said that, which side of the station platform is the last side.
I don’t know where you define a mature woman?
But I know that my mother's every move can make me love it even more. What kind of face is like helpless and lonely, what kind of eyes is both ruthless but also captivating, what kind of smile is the real smile that time?
What indulgence is it just to satisfy my sexual habits, or do you really want to enjoy my teasing, mother-son relationship, who can know that everything is my one-sided delusion, self-conjecture, once upon a time, I truly understood the dark side of my mother's heart?
It was wrong, it was too late. When did I think so? I opened my mother's wardrobe and took nothing away. I took out my mother's underwear and smelled it carefully, as if I wanted to think of my mother beside me. I began to fantasize about my mother masturbating. It was very effective at first, but after a few times, I couldn't even hit her. Time would suck her impression. When I couldn't remember what my mother was wearing, I realized that time would take away a lot of things.
In the past six months, I called my mother several times, but my mother just sent me away in a few words. I couldn't guess and couldn't think about it. Where is the distance getting farther and the gap getting bigger and bigger? Is there any mother who loves me still there?
I only remember when I was in the army, eating New Year's Eve dinner. I thought about the New Year's Eve dinner when my mother was working on the table, and it was hiding it from a bunch of relatives. When my mother's face turned red, we hurried out of the backyard, and my mother only said it was really fishy...
But I know that my mother was not unwilling to do so, just because she was afraid that I would indulge in excessive lust and hurt my body. Now, it is not the same as before.
After I was discharged from the army, I wanted to fly to Canada several times, but because my mother had an order, she asked me to take care of my younger sister, so I couldn't do it at all, so I went to find someone because I wanted to know how my mother had lived abroad this year, and whether she was good, so I went south to Kaohsiung and found Aunt Ah.
I used to play with Aunt Ah. I remember that Aunt Ah is a standard playboy and likes to have sex with young men. Aunt Ah once said that having sex with me is like betraying my mother. I am very excited. It turns out that this is the pleasure of incest. After many years, although it has only been two years, Aunt Ah has not changed much. The only thing that has changed is that she is steady. Is it because of her second child?
I think yes, the glory of motherhood and the responsibility to the family have changed Aunt Ah.
I called Aunt Ah, and Aunt Ah also knew what I wanted to ask. One afternoon, when I entered the door, Aunt Ah was wearing thin shorts and a suspender jacket, revealing her shoulders and beautiful back. It seemed that she was very hot. The breast balls on her chest were squeezed out. Aunt Ah looked at me and said that you had changed. During the process, I could only listen, but not ask. When I heard what part of my mother's face was crying, I felt that my eyes were red, and liquid flowed down from the corners of my eyes. I couldn't control it, my nose was sore, and my whole face was deformed.
The nasal cavity was twitching unconsciously, and my throat made even more swearing. Finally, I covered my hands and sobbed. Aunt Ah hugged me and said nothing. I felt that my left arm was Aunt Ah's breasts, but in my mind the scene of having sex with Aunt Ah before. I said secretly, "I'm not good at it, it's hard." Aunt Ah noticed my abnormality and looked at me. It was very natural. I hugged and kissed Aunt Ah, and everything happened so naturally.
Will Aunt Ah know that doing this can relieve my pain? Aunt Ah pinched and kneaded my left hand through my pants, wanting to tell some jokes to relieve the atmosphere. She was hard as soon as she saw me. She was still lustful after not seeing her for so long. I directly rubbed Aunt Ah's left breast ball with my left hand, clocking and counterclocking, and asking if I still have to find young boys to play these days?Aunt Ah suddenly lay on the sofa and said to me, "I'm so strict with me..."
I twisted left and right, just hoping that I would fuck her hard. I pulled Aunt Ah's thin shorts to half of her butt, revealing her underwear and fleshy butt. What kind of cool guy can't get rid of it makes her fleshy butt even more seductive. I wanted to forget something, so I pinched my butt with both hands and pulled it away with force, so that Aunt Ah's anus and vagina were naked in front of me. I knew that this would not change anything, but now I don't want to think too much.
Hum... Humph, Aunt Ah's voice cord is a little childish. Maybe it's because she is the youngest among the five sisters, has a strong sexual desire, and wants a penis with energetic energy. Occasionally, she can satisfy the affair of this slutty wife. What's the Japanese name?
A despotic wife, right?
On the sofa chair, Aunt Ah's breasts were squeezed on the back of the sofa, and her butt was raised very high. I enjoyed the infusion of my penis. Every time I pushed it, it was all the way to the end. So when Aunt Ah was happy, her calves would be tight and raised.
This reminded me of when my penis was rubbing in my mother's underwear, when my mother's vagina was full of vaginal fluid. After the friction was accelerated, my mother's whole face was very tight, as if she was enduring something. My mother's feet were arched up until I was grinding until after ejaculation, my mother trembled for a moment or two, and then she relaxed. When I saw my mother's private parts, a scattered vaginal fluid was left. When I wanted to ask something, my mother just said coldly that she was satisfied and it was time to leave...
Now, Aunt Ah's moaning sound made me seem to be fucking an AV actress, but the penis was contracting and clamping in the vagina, and Aunt Ah turned to look at me, just telling me to fuck me more, my fantasy, the thrusting of my lower body, Aunt Ah's lewd look, Ah...
With a short sigh, I pulled out my penis, and couldn't help it. I ejaculated at Aunt Ah's anus, which made me feel a little embarrassed. Aunt Ah asked me to help me with fingering and have a second orgasm.
My fingers were in the vagina, and it felt sticky, wet and slippery. I looked for the G spot, and suddenly Aunt Ah twisted her butt in a big move, as if it was flashing. At this time, I knew that I found it. I hugged Aunt Ah with my hands, forced her feet to spread, and slid her lower abdomen with my right hand. My pubic hair was in the gap between my fingers, and it only went into the vagina and hooked the joints. Aunt Ah trembled at once, holding the sofa tightly with both hands.
As I kept picking, rubbing and grinding, Aunt Ah had an orgasm again and again. The vaginal fluid that was blowing was wet, Aunt Ah held back and refused to scream, and did not scream pain, and enjoyed vaginal pleasure. Finally, Aunt Ah said lightly in my ear, "Stop..., and I let go of my right hand. At that time, Aunt Ah hugged me from the front, sat on my cock with her buttocks, and wrapped her legs around my waist. She said, "Do you still want to come? Can you help you."
I looked at Aunt Ah's face, a standard mature woman, seven or three of the housewife playful, I kissed her without a tongue kiss. Thinking of Guan Xi and my mother, thinking of Guan Xi and my aunt, I couldn't think that I was really mean.
At dinner, Aunt Ah's husband came back and invited me to have dinner. I looked at her husband's face. When I thought of the scene where Aunt Ah's breasts were shaking in front of me in the afternoon, I was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, I left after an appointment."
My mother’s life over the past year is not something that I can’t tell. This is a painful memory. It’s not the heartbreaking thing that you can’t even type on the keyboard. At this point, I also think that this series of articles should have a foundation. After all, the memoirs of Oedipus are just memories. Memoirs can only make people think about it carefully. The price is that they will go through time. I want to say the story between me and my mother. I will naturally say it. I began to feel that it is really difficult for people to recover something.
To be honest, from writing the article to now, I found that the psychological pressure is too much more than the physical feeling, and I am very tired. Just like sometimes you want to write it, but after writing two lines, you can't write anything. Maybe something is missing, right?
I really feel that I can no longer go back to me two years ago, who is obsessed with mothers buttocks. This is the case in the world, changing at any time, and suffering everyone in the world.
In an old saying, there are fewer descriptions of carnal sensuality, I am deeply sorry, please send more letters.
When I go to Canada, it means that my mother has no reason. After all, if my mother and I continue, I will really be out of control. Maybe my mother herself feels that her own changes, whether they have physical needs or psychological emptiness, mother-son family affection, sexual desire and traitor, have all transcended the moral boundary.
Where are me?
Have I changed?
It may be more or less, right? When I first wrote these articles, I was very excited. You can see when I first published my post. The text was very large, and the number of questions was not very extensive. After the calmness of military service in the middle, I recalled my youthful and frivolous appearance at that time, and more or less, I felt it was ridiculous. Speaking of this, people always have to go through something that I have never encountered before in order to learn lessons from it. My love for my mother has long been sublimated to another level.
Now, I am not just a manifestation of family affection between mother and son, but a kind of ulterior motive and private love that allows me to think of such words, which is a kind of love that cannot be said, talked about, or expressed. At that time, I didn’t understand my mother’s thoughts. After two years, I realized that my mother had no intention of doing this. Someone once said that my writing was psychologically greater than the sexual process. I think I just wanted to write my heart out, that’s all.
As for the inner thoughts of my mother in the article, I personally guessed it. After all, my mother's personality is cold and arrogant, and she is frosty and charming. I can't guess what you said. I still have to say so much, but the key point is still there. In the year before going abroad, it happened to be when my mother and I had a high sexual desire. At that time, I made a secret decision. I don't want my mother to vent my desires on my behalf. I want my mother's body. Thinking of this, my mind quickly turned, and a method should be born.
People like my mother have long wavy black hair, deep cleavage, and beautiful buttocks. Whenever I watch an incest A film, some mature women who are about to fall off make me feel very unpleasant. But in reality, my mother is just like this. Perhaps it is enviable to have such a mother, but the price it brings is understandable. When my mother's buttocks make me rubbed wildly, my mother's eyes always reveal a bottomless sorrow. At first, I thought my mother hated me for doing this, but later I realized that it was not like this.
That's right, the reconciliation between my mother and my father led to freezing point. This atmosphere made me and my sister clearly feel it. Even my mother, who was talking, had roared at the phone. Then I watched HTC smash on the floor and broke into five or six pieces. I swear, Nima, I was really scared. When did my sister stay in college? When did she hear this, she rushed home to comfort her mother, let alone ask her mother to vent her desires. Stop making trouble. The family is causing a revolution, and what else do you want to be incest.
The father resolutely wanted to marry another woman and become a mistress, and said that he wanted his mother to accept her and fuck her. What the hell is the rich thinking?
In recent years, business has grown bigger and made some money, and I started to be rich when I speak. Look here, everyone knows why I haven’t written it later. Although memories of the past are always beautiful, in reality, you must not let you do whatever you want. Fortunately, my father doesn’t want to divorce. On the one hand, it’s for us, and on the other hand, it’s not easy for the power of my mother’s family to offend.
As for the forces in my mother's family, it is another story. According to rumors, my mother's mother, also my grandmother, was once a young woman in a gangster. It was just a rumor. However, when I was a child, my mother and sisters suffered a loss outside when I was young, and it seemed that she had a forced abortion. Later, the other party and local councillors went to my mother's family to kneel down and apologize. When I was still young, I asked my mother why which brother wanted to kneel down and cry. My mother just said that she was sorry for Aunt Four.
In fact, there are many stories in my mother's family. I heard that my mother's indifferent personality is also influenced by her family background. I also heard from my grandfather, but there are too many. I will talk about it that day.
After I dropped my phone, my old girl was nervous, and I was like a fool. I didn’t know how to comfort my mother. It’s hard to say, Mom... Use my fingers to make you feel comfortable. It’s like picking lanterns in the toilet and looking for shit.
The next morning, I received a call from my father. My father also knew that I was easier to talk to. I fucked your mother, I had such a beautiful wife and a beautiful woman, and I even had to marry her openly. If I hadn't been to Taiwan now, I would have gone to the office of a mainland tea merchant and stabbed you to death. To be honest, when did I really have this idea? But after the impulse, when people calmed down, they would always find that they were the most tragic person. I couldn't remember what my father said on the phone, but I just wanted me to take good care of my mother anyway.
Today, my mother and my younger sister took the high-speed train to go back to my parents' home. I drove the car and took them to two stations. My mother sat in the back. When the red light stopped, I glanced at her in the back mirror. My mother's long black wavy hair was casually clamped with a big purple clip. Two bundles of bangs fell on my mother's face. Her face turned pale, her complexion was quite bad, and her eyes were a little swollen. Maybe she had cried for a long time last night, and she was wearing a dark black dress, revealing her shoulders. The breasts on her chest tightened the skirt on her chest, revealing her cleavage, and Bai Xishen V.
At this time, the car behind me horns sounded twice, and I came to my senses. Damn, I really want to slap myself. When did I still think about whether there are any of these? Just like that, when I watched my mother and my younger sister pass the gate, my mother stood quietly by the other platform, looking at me. When I made a gesture byebye, my mother actually turned around and left, without looking back, walking to the depths of the platform, leaving me alone. I thought my mother would say something, or was it just my personal delusion?
Things developed to this situation, beyond my expectations. I leaned against the back of the chair, sat in front of the computer in a daze. The skype flashed in the lower right corner of the screen. I had no motivation to think about everything. Things came too suddenly. Guan Xi of my mother and father thought she would continue to maintain the same as before. My father was having sex with her outside, and as long as he was still in the family, my mother could basically tolerate it. But I was fantastic and thought that she could get into her mother like an incest plot. In fact, I was a fool.
My fault is that I think too much. I wonder if all this happened will be caused by myself. If I don’t have any idea of lustful mother, maybe my mother can improve her understanding with my father. Maybe it’s because of me, such requests and such sexual harassment of mothers, that my mother’s feelings for her father have changed a little bit, even if it’s very subtle, when I really acquiesced to my son and use her buttocks to vent my desires, I may not be superficial and have already agreed with incest?
If that's true, it makes sense that my mother's cold freezing expression on the platform is. She may want to push the mistake on me. It's me who destroyed this harmonious family. Even if no one knows it, in private, my mother caters to my sexual needs. It's not just a simple venting desire. My unilateral mother Oedipus actually planted such deep seeds. When I was sprouting, my mother's initial affection had already turned into hatred.
Fuck, I punched my fist and fucked my skin, and I actually cried. Why did my family, family, everything turn out like this? What’s sad is that I really want to say something, but I can’t say it. But afterwards, I really feel that her mother is so stupid that she is filming her inner scene and throwing the wall.
For some reason, my mother's face appeared again, and the scene of masturbating for me, the appearance of the penis sucking and spitting in my mother's mouth, the buttocks that I could pinch and pinch, the friction of my penis in my mother's private parts, and the mother's expression that seemed to be enjoying and unforgiving, all came to my heart.
At this time, since I was not very strong, my phone was so shocked that it was out of power. I connected the power cord and my girlfriend called me N times, but I didn't answer. At this time, I didn't think much about it and turned back. My girlfriend felt very angry at the end of the phone. I just said lightly that my parents were going to divorce. I was silent on which end of the phone, and I didn't say anything. Do you want me to go there and accompany you now? , I was very calm and calm. OK... Thank you.
I seem to have introduced my girlfriend before. I was the same year as me. I have a personality that is good-looking. Even in a university paradise, I can still maintain the top three in school. I don’t think it’s surprising that I don’t look particularly beautiful. Even if passers-by walk over, I won’t particularly look at which one. However, my facial features are pretty, my skin is very white, my chest is only B, the only thing that looks good is the height of 170, and a pair of tempting and beautiful buttocks.
Maybe Qianxin regarded her as her mother, but this idea was quickly lost after dating because she was really a good girl. When she had sex for the first time, she realized that she was a virgin. After she finished, she asked her why she didn't shout it out, and what was her name? , I realized that she had never even watched the A-movie. I couldn't help but laugh, and I was naturally stupid.
My girlfriend has the key to my house, so I didn't take it seriously when the door was twisted open. My girlfriend walked into my room and saw that my face was very haggard. Maybe it was because I was drinking some bar. People like me who didn't even touch alcohol actually drank. It means that things are really big. I am the kind of person who can't drink. When I drink it, I feel dizzy and want to vomit. My girlfriend is by my side with me. I hugged her and actually cried again. I cried twice a day. I am really not a man.
The unique body scent of my girlfriend came from my nose. I kissed my girlfriend's neck and kissed her lips. My girlfriend looked at me and knew what I wanted to do. She let my hands rub her breasts on her chest. What kind of tongue is there in her mouth? My girlfriend closed her eyes and kept kissing me wildly. I stood up and pulled my girlfriend to the back balcony. My girlfriend didn't know what I wanted to do. I asked her to carry me on her back and support her hands on the washing machine. My girlfriend was very nervous. Can you... not be here?
I ignored her hands and passed through my girlfriend's armpits, lifted her girlfriend's short T upwards, revealing her light blue bra, pinching her breasts vigorously, rubbing her girlfriend's buttocks tightly in the middle of her crotch. I took off my girlfriend's top, and my girlfriend was anxious, meaning she didn't want to do it here, but at that time, for some reason, my temper became very bad, and I pulled my girlfriend's pants to the end, revealing her underwear.
My girlfriend was frightened by my behavior and said no, which made me even more angry. I have never wanted to fuck a woman like this in my life. It was just a semi-rapist. I pressed my girlfriend on the washing machine, and my cock was directly from the side of my underwear, pressed her labia, and squeezed in hard. Because there was no foreplay, it was tight like something. I pulled it out and turned my girlfriend into a front, asking her to have a blowjob for me.
My girlfriend squatted in front of the washing machine. She looked really frightened and kept sobbing. I held the cock in my left hand and fixed the back of my girlfriend's head with my right hand, and stuffed the glans into my girlfriend's mouth. My girlfriend's lips sucked my entire penis and sucked it up and down. The hands I grabbed with my hands in both hands were pulled up, making my girlfriend unable to break free. This forced sexual pleasure made my cock even harder.
I saw that my penis was full of saliva. Once I asked my girlfriend to carry me on the back, and my girlfriend seemed to accept her fate. She simply supported her hands on the dehydration board of the washing machine. Her legs were eight inside, and her buttocks were slightly raised. I held my girlfriend's waist with both hands. The young woman's back was very smooth. I held my hips and pressed my girlfriend's waist down, so that my girlfriend's buttocks were even more upturned. Her glans rubbed against her clitoris. I only felt my girlfriend's body tremble for a while. It seemed that she was grinding to the sensitive belt.
I thrust my waist with my body and slowly, my girlfriend actually groaned for a long time, and then my thigh hit my flesh buttocks, and the cock made my girlfriend's hot vagina squeeze hard, and every stroke seemed to hit the cervix. I looked at my girlfriend's flesh buttocks. As I accelerated and hit, the whole buttocks rippled, and the swaying was awesome. Suddenly, I actually thought of my mother's flesh buttocks together, as if I was really fucking my mother. This fantasy made me even more excited.
Looking back at the beginning, I was rubbing my mother's beautiful buttocks here, so all this happened. I pulled my girlfriend's right hand back and asked her to look at me. My girlfriend's right breast ball swayed up and down, and her nipples became hard due to excitement. How many times have I? If I could really have sex with my mother, would this be the case?
I don't know, but my girlfriend closed her eyes and said nothing, just moaned constantly, or maybe she wanted me to ejaculate quickly.
The more I fucked, the harder I became. In the end, my girlfriend could only lie on the washing machine, and her legs were almost weak. Only then did I understand what the stud in ancient times meant. It turned out that I just wanted to indulge in lust at this time. I was sore in my mind. When I thought about my mother's past behavior, and when my mother clamped her penis with her legs, I felt sore, and I hugged my girlfriend directly, ejaculated in the uterus again and again, and I... cumed inward.
I then lay on my girlfriend's back and gasped. My girlfriend didn't say anything. When I left her body, I walked to the bathroom to take a shower. My girlfriend and I didn't say anything in the bathroom. My girlfriend took the shower head to shower for me. I couldn't see what was in my eyes. Really, I fell asleep in a drowsy place on the bed. When I got up, I looked at my watch and it was one in the middle of the night. I thought my girlfriend had left, but I didn't expect that my girlfriend would actually sleep next to me, wearing a pair of underwear and naked, and her sleeping look was really pity.
I stroked my girlfriend's face and felt that I was a beast. I called my girlfriend over and just wanted to have sex. I was thinking of another woman. Forget about other women, I am still my mother. I am sad...
I scolded all kinds of ugly words, but I still couldn't relieve my apology for my girlfriend. In the past, I was just to vent my desire and satisfy the sexual pleasure of mother and son having sex. So I thought of my mother and mother when having sex with my girlfriend, but now I actually have this idea.
What exactly have I been doing over the years?
Thinking about this, my head hurts more and more. Finally, I fell asleep again. In my dream, I dreamed of my mother, wearing a thin cotton-out-shoulder short T-T, the breast ball on her chest was about to emerge, and the entire nakedness was exposed in the northern hemisphere, with a deep V-shaped cleavage, a milky white breast enlargement, a purple long skirt underneath, with slits on both sides to her thighs, and an apron hung on her chest, folding her hair to the top of her head, revealing her jade neck.
Washing dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, I walked closer to my mother's back. My mother's side face was blocked by the bangs, and the needle stick on her ears exuded a sense of wife. If my mother was my woman, how great would it be? My mother was wearing a pair of silver-colored glasses, and her waist was tied up by the rope behind the apron, which further highlighted my mother's flowing waist. The perky buttocks under her waist were completely covered by a purple long skirt. The tight buttocks made me dry.
The body that swung with washing dishes, the beautiful buttocks twisted and swung into my eyes. I gently hugged my mother's waist, kissed my mother's neck, sucked my mother's ears, and rubbed my hands along my waist. Four fingers slid from my mother's side breasts into my breasts. I spread my five fingers and squeezed my mother's breasts slightly. There was an apron on the back of my hand, and under my palm was my mother's thin clothes. My palms were directly against my mother's exposed breasts. It felt so soft and tender.
When rubbing the breasts of my kiss, my mother always feels tilted her head and leaned her head against my left shoulder, frowned and closed her eyes. Should she enjoy the excitement of my breasts, or was she afraid that her sexual desire would be raised? I looked at the breasts from above, and the cleavage was squeezed and deformed by my left and right sides. Naturally, my lower body was not idle either. My penis was pressed against my buttocks, and my strong butt. Under my squeeze, my mother twisted and twisted, stimulating my penis.
The teasing was almost done. I stretched out my middle finger with my right hand, hooked the snow-white collar from my mother's cleavage, and pulled it down. The pure white lace bra bounced out with the breast ball, and the lower breast ball was squeezed up from above the collar. I turned my mother to the front. At this time, the apron had been pulled to the floor by me. My mother lowered her head and dared not look at me. She struggled to block her breasts. I hugged my mother's willow waist, hugged my whole body, and deeply contacted my mother.
My mother's tongue was very flexible, and when she sucked her honey lips, her face turned red. I licked my mother's cleavage, sniffed the milk-like frankincense, pulled my mother's underwear straps left and right with both hands, and her bra turned down, like two shells hanging, which were soft as frosted breast balls, and I rubbed it. I sucked my nipples lightly, wrapped my tongue around the areola, and used my lips to clamp the hard nipples up and down, pulling my entire breasts up and up. My mother couldn't help but shake her whole body and hummed out.
Is this what my mother is excited? I lifted my mother's left foot to the Liulitai table with my right hand. My mother formed a right foot to support her body, bent her left foot and opened her legs, hung it on the Liulitai table, and sat on the edge of the Liulitai table. I turned my mother's long skirt upwards and pulled it all to her left thigh, so that my mother could expose her black right-hand underwear, and there was also rhinestone on the underwear, adding a touch of charm to her.
I pressed my penis against my mother's private parts of my underwear, rubbed it up and down, and from time to time I put my glans on my mother's labia, and pinched my mother's left buttocks with my left hand. I pulled the back of my underwear into a line and lifted it up, so that my mother's private parts were even tighter. I found that when I teased my mother, my mother's expression was really great, with her eight-character eyebrows, and her expression of asking not to do this, which was even more different from my usual indifferent image, which made me excited to the highest point.
I opened my mother's underwear, revealing her thick pubic hair, and pressed her glans against her. At this time, my mother held my penis, said no, and then knelt down and sucked my penis for me with her mouth. My mother's oral sex skills are not bad, regardless of the strength of her fingers, the strength of her mouth and tongue sucking, and her unwilling look, which made me feel even more excited. The glans in my mother's mouth, and I could feel the licking of the tongue. Every time my deep throat was like having sex, it made me feel so weak.
As my legs became tighter and tighter, my mother knew that I was about to ejaculate, so she swung the tiger's mouth to the root, held the whole penis, and accelerated the stroke. In the end, I couldn't bear it. The thick milky white liquid ejaculated directly on my mother's lips. I squeezed out the remaining essence by myself. A few drops of white liquid fell on my mother's chest and flowed along my breasts to the cleavage. My mother looked at me from bottom to top. I put the glans close to my mother's mouth. My mother stuck out her tongue and licked it up from my testicles to the glans.
I ate the semen without missing a drop. When I pulled my mother up and wanted to fuck her back, I had already thought about it. Because I was awakened by the urge to pee, I found that it took me a long time since I had dreamed of having a dream with my mother. Since my mother was willing to help me vent my desire, I naturally thought that it was normal for my mother to help my son fight. I looked at myself from the mirror and felt so uninspired and... empty.
A week after my mother left home, I saw my father bringing her woman to the house. She was a young female model, a friend from the mainland. She met in a friendship with mainland tea merchants. She looked like she was about 27 years old, but she was already thirty-two years old. But she was ten years younger than her mother. This woman cannot be said to be bad, but she is beautiful, perfect and exaggerated, without flaws, her buttocks did not expand or sag, and her breasts were even E-breasts. She dared to wear and reveal her clothes, and she looked like a young mistress in front of her father.
Everyone wouldn't think that I want to force my mother to take revenge on my father, right?
Don’t be stupid. Don’t make trouble when the plot appears in the H comics. In any case, let alone sex, I get angry when I see it. Until now, I still don’t admit that she is my little mother, and at most she just calls Aunt Ah. My father came back this time to talk to my mother about things. I asked my father not to stimulate his mother’s emotions. My father didn’t say anything, but just said lightly that I would be in the middle.
What a fuck?
Your way of dealing with it is to take Aunt Ah to Taipei for a ride first?
I didn't want to say anything, and just like that, I took the recruitment order and started my military career. Although it was a compulsory service, I have thought a lot over the past year, a lot, and really a lot.
In life in the army, whenever the night is late, I always think about my mother's body, where is the back of my sleeping on the bed, the curve of my waist and hips, and the white skin. I want to get out of my face hard. Thinking about my mother's face made me harder.
Why do I love my mother, my mother's body, my mother's body, my mother's love, my eyes are cold, my personality, my buttocks are rubbed and my breasts are used to vent my desires, my mother and son rape me, I finally asked my mother to masturbate for me. This kind of thing that only happens in the online world is impossible in the incest film. Now, with layer after layer of opportunities and cause after layer of cause, what is the beautiful wife of a mother? From resistance, struggle, indulgence, to willingness to hold her son's penis and blowing her cock with her in her mouth, this process.
Is it cause and effect?
I planted the cause of my mother helping me vent my desires on my back, and got the shattered marriage between my father and mother?
I couldn't be myself for a long time, and I became hard when I thought of my mother several times. It was exaggerating to say this, but my mother's long black wavy hair, which is symmetrical with the left and right bangs, is beautifully curly. At my age, she looks even more elegant and luxurious, and is less like a housewife, but a kind of gorgeous mature woman. If possible, I hope my mother is my...mother's wife.
When did I think so, but the result I got made it clear that mother and son are incest, and the world is not tolerated. I often go home during holidays, it is empty and there is no one. My sister stays in college and my mother flew to Canada because of where Aunt Four and Aunt Two are. At that time, my mother didn't say anything. It can be said that, which side of the station platform is the last side.
I don’t know where you define a mature woman?
But I know that my mother's every move can make me love it even more. What kind of face is like helpless and lonely, what kind of eyes is both ruthless but also captivating, what kind of smile is the real smile that time?
What indulgence is it just to satisfy my sexual habits, or do you really want to enjoy my teasing, mother-son relationship, who can know that everything is my one-sided delusion, self-conjecture, once upon a time, I truly understood the dark side of my mother's heart?
It was wrong, it was too late. When did I think so? I opened my mother's wardrobe and took nothing away. I took out my mother's underwear and smelled it carefully, as if I wanted to think of my mother beside me. I began to fantasize about my mother masturbating. It was very effective at first, but after a few times, I couldn't even hit her. Time would suck her impression. When I couldn't remember what my mother was wearing, I realized that time would take away a lot of things.
In the past six months, I called my mother several times, but my mother just sent me away in a few words. I couldn't guess and couldn't think about it. Where is the distance getting farther and the gap getting bigger and bigger? Is there any mother who loves me still there?
I only remember when I was in the army, eating New Year's Eve dinner. I thought about the New Year's Eve dinner when my mother was working on the table, and it was hiding it from a bunch of relatives. When my mother's face turned red, we hurried out of the backyard, and my mother only said it was really fishy...
But I know that my mother was not unwilling to do so, just because she was afraid that I would indulge in excessive lust and hurt my body. Now, it is not the same as before.
After I was discharged from the army, I wanted to fly to Canada several times, but because my mother had an order, she asked me to take care of my younger sister, so I couldn't do it at all, so I went to find someone because I wanted to know how my mother had lived abroad this year, and whether she was good, so I went south to Kaohsiung and found Aunt Ah.
I used to play with Aunt Ah. I remember that Aunt Ah is a standard playboy and likes to have sex with young men. Aunt Ah once said that having sex with me is like betraying my mother. I am very excited. It turns out that this is the pleasure of incest. After many years, although it has only been two years, Aunt Ah has not changed much. The only thing that has changed is that she is steady. Is it because of her second child?
I think yes, the glory of motherhood and the responsibility to the family have changed Aunt Ah.
I called Aunt Ah, and Aunt Ah also knew what I wanted to ask. One afternoon, when I entered the door, Aunt Ah was wearing thin shorts and a suspender jacket, revealing her shoulders and beautiful back. It seemed that she was very hot. The breast balls on her chest were squeezed out. Aunt Ah looked at me and said that you had changed. During the process, I could only listen, but not ask. When I heard what part of my mother's face was crying, I felt that my eyes were red, and liquid flowed down from the corners of my eyes. I couldn't control it, my nose was sore, and my whole face was deformed.
The nasal cavity was twitching unconsciously, and my throat made even more swearing. Finally, I covered my hands and sobbed. Aunt Ah hugged me and said nothing. I felt that my left arm was Aunt Ah's breasts, but in my mind the scene of having sex with Aunt Ah before. I said secretly, "I'm not good at it, it's hard." Aunt Ah noticed my abnormality and looked at me. It was very natural. I hugged and kissed Aunt Ah, and everything happened so naturally.
Will Aunt Ah know that doing this can relieve my pain? Aunt Ah pinched and kneaded my left hand through my pants, wanting to tell some jokes to relieve the atmosphere. She was hard as soon as she saw me. She was still lustful after not seeing her for so long. I directly rubbed Aunt Ah's left breast ball with my left hand, clocking and counterclocking, and asking if I still have to find young boys to play these days?Aunt Ah suddenly lay on the sofa and said to me, "I'm so strict with me..."
I twisted left and right, just hoping that I would fuck her hard. I pulled Aunt Ah's thin shorts to half of her butt, revealing her underwear and fleshy butt. What kind of cool guy can't get rid of it makes her fleshy butt even more seductive. I wanted to forget something, so I pinched my butt with both hands and pulled it away with force, so that Aunt Ah's anus and vagina were naked in front of me. I knew that this would not change anything, but now I don't want to think too much.
Hum... Humph, Aunt Ah's voice cord is a little childish. Maybe it's because she is the youngest among the five sisters, has a strong sexual desire, and wants a penis with energetic energy. Occasionally, she can satisfy the affair of this slutty wife. What's the Japanese name?
A despotic wife, right?
On the sofa chair, Aunt Ah's breasts were squeezed on the back of the sofa, and her butt was raised very high. I enjoyed the infusion of my penis. Every time I pushed it, it was all the way to the end. So when Aunt Ah was happy, her calves would be tight and raised.
This reminded me of when my penis was rubbing in my mother's underwear, when my mother's vagina was full of vaginal fluid. After the friction was accelerated, my mother's whole face was very tight, as if she was enduring something. My mother's feet were arched up until I was grinding until after ejaculation, my mother trembled for a moment or two, and then she relaxed. When I saw my mother's private parts, a scattered vaginal fluid was left. When I wanted to ask something, my mother just said coldly that she was satisfied and it was time to leave...
Now, Aunt Ah's moaning sound made me seem to be fucking an AV actress, but the penis was contracting and clamping in the vagina, and Aunt Ah turned to look at me, just telling me to fuck me more, my fantasy, the thrusting of my lower body, Aunt Ah's lewd look, Ah...
With a short sigh, I pulled out my penis, and couldn't help it. I ejaculated at Aunt Ah's anus, which made me feel a little embarrassed. Aunt Ah asked me to help me with fingering and have a second orgasm.
My fingers were in the vagina, and it felt sticky, wet and slippery. I looked for the G spot, and suddenly Aunt Ah twisted her butt in a big move, as if it was flashing. At this time, I knew that I found it. I hugged Aunt Ah with my hands, forced her feet to spread, and slid her lower abdomen with my right hand. My pubic hair was in the gap between my fingers, and it only went into the vagina and hooked the joints. Aunt Ah trembled at once, holding the sofa tightly with both hands.
As I kept picking, rubbing and grinding, Aunt Ah had an orgasm again and again. The vaginal fluid that was blowing was wet, Aunt Ah held back and refused to scream, and did not scream pain, and enjoyed vaginal pleasure. Finally, Aunt Ah said lightly in my ear, "Stop..., and I let go of my right hand. At that time, Aunt Ah hugged me from the front, sat on my cock with her buttocks, and wrapped her legs around my waist. She said, "Do you still want to come? Can you help you."
I looked at Aunt Ah's face, a standard mature woman, seven or three of the housewife playful, I kissed her without a tongue kiss. Thinking of Guan Xi and my mother, thinking of Guan Xi and my aunt, I couldn't think that I was really mean.
At dinner, Aunt Ah's husband came back and invited me to have dinner. I looked at her husband's face. When I thought of the scene where Aunt Ah's breasts were shaking in front of me in the afternoon, I was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, I left after an appointment."
My mother’s life over the past year is not something that I can’t tell. This is a painful memory. It’s not the heartbreaking thing that you can’t even type on the keyboard. At this point, I also think that this series of articles should have a foundation. After all, the memoirs of Oedipus are just memories. Memoirs can only make people think about it carefully. The price is that they will go through time. I want to say the story between me and my mother. I will naturally say it. I began to feel that it is really difficult for people to recover something.
To be honest, from writing the article to now, I found that the psychological pressure is too much more than the physical feeling, and I am very tired. Just like sometimes you want to write it, but after writing two lines, you can't write anything. Maybe something is missing, right?
I really feel that I can no longer go back to me two years ago, who is obsessed with mothers buttocks. This is the case in the world, changing at any time, and suffering everyone in the world.
In an old saying, there are fewer descriptions of carnal sensuality, I am deeply sorry, please send more letters.
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