Chapter 4 Transformation

At this moment, on Saturday night, I had to go back the day after tomorrow, but I always felt melancholy. I can’t say why. My mother’s sexual desire was very strong, but now I don’t know what I am insisting on. As long as I hold my penis and fantasize about my mother having sex with me, I must have ejaculated all over the floor, because since I started talking to my mother, I have never masturbated again.

Maybe you are looking forward to something?

I hope my mother can hold my penis reluctantly and stroke it up and down like before, let me play with my mother's buttocks, not let me slap her private parts, and look at her fair breasts. When my mother's right hand quickly stroked her, her eyes were sluggish and she sucked her dick. The more I was afraid that my father would find out, the more intense the idea of ​​letting me ejaculate quickly, so the strength, skills, and teasing on her palms seemed more sophisticated. I hope my mother would hold it for me, I will never forget it. That time, when my mother was in the car, she licked my cock.

Imagine after all, I hope my mother masturbates for me once, but that is already over. In the past two years, I spent two years calming down my mood, but as the mother and son approached, I was very sure of my feelings for my mother, but does my mother know?

I swallowed my saliva, waiting, and could only wait quietly, and I must not be like before, because that would only hurt my mother even more.

But the accident happened soon. My father came back in the evening. Through the conversation with my father through his mother's mobile phone, he learned that my father had a problem with the accounting in Kaohsiung, so he hurriedly took the plane back to Taiwan today and decided to spend the night at home first and take the high-speed rail to leave Kaohsiung tomorrow. I thought to myself, I really want to be alone with my mother, I wonder if my mother is thinking like this too.

My father came back, just like before, but he looked old. The couple exchanged a few words of greetings, and my mother smiled faintly. I haven't seen my mother's smile for a long time, but my father didn't feel anything. At night, I found that my mother didn't actually have sex with my father, but instead ran to my younger sister's room to sleep. I stood at the door of my younger sister's room, trying to say something, but I couldn't say it.

The struggle in my heart is greater than being too rational. I tiptoed into my younger sister's room and quietly leaned up the door. My mother lay on the side of the bed. I didn't know where the courage I got, so I sat by the bed, looked at my mother's back, then lay beside my mother, quietly smelling her hair fragrance. At this time, my mother said that she would go back wherever she should go...

, I pressed my body against my mother's back and pressed my penis against my buttocks, but as soon as I touched my butt, my mother would push her butt forward without touching it.

Do you still think it's not enough?

My mother said briefly, for many years, I knew that my mother's speech was concise and powerful, so she seemed indifferent and ruthless. Because she spoke almost only the key points, my mother had offended many people in high school and was threatened by her senior sister to have a little more eyes, but the senior sister was not the point. The point was that I actually stretched out my right hand and hugged my mother's waist hard. My mother suddenly sat up, stared at me, and said nothing, got up and left the bed. I hugged my mother's abdomen tightly with both hands and hugged me. My mother snorted and said, "Don't you treat me as a mother anymore?" .

The mother and son struggled against each other in bed like wrestling. The more my mother wanted to escape, the less I wanted her to leave. Until she was tired, my whole body was pressing on my mother, and it was almost impossible for my mother to open her feet. Otherwise, it would be like a rapist's move before raping a woman in her mother's family. My mother and I were panting. I watched my mother's hair disheveled, and the shoulder straps on her pajamas fell off, revealing her shoulders. The lights outside the window allowed me to see my mother's face clearly. She was cold and angry. Yes, I was really shameless.

Mother is so angry, what do you think?, faced aside, and didn't want to look at me. At this moment, the light outside dimmed and became dim. As for the source of the light, I will explain it later. I got up and sat aside, and my mother was lying on the side with her back to me, and she leaned against her back. I leaned on my mother's back and pulled a cool quilt to cover me and my mother. I said next to my mother.

Mom, it’s been so many years, you don’t know how I feel about you. I was really ignorant before, but now, I hope you are my woman. You can escape from me, but I ask you, why do my father come back and sleep in separate rooms?

Are you feeling no longer about your father? If yes, let me rely on you. As a man, not as a son. Mother didn't say anything, but I could hear that mother was crying, the kind of crying that I was sobbing. I hugged my mother and caressed my mother's hair, neck, face, shoulders, back, buttocks, thighs, calves, ankles, toes, and finally stopped at the corner of my mother's eyes and helped her wipe away the tears. Although this was very bloody, I did do this at that time. Next I said something faintly in my mother's ear.

Mom... You are my mother and my most beloved woman. The next morning, I drove my father to take the high-speed rail station. My father asked me why my mother slept so late. I smiled foolishly and said, "I'm old, it's good to sleep a little more." I guess my mother might have cried all night, so her eyes were swollen in the morning, so she didn't dare to come out at all. After sending her father, I rushed home and asked the company to ask for a leave of absence.

As for the problem with the lamp, it was because the building next door slept later than us, so the lamp came in. When I got home, my mother changed into a shirt and jeans, brewed coffee, and looked at me in surprise. I didn’t know what expression to face my mother. My mother was very calm and brewed coffee, soaked milk and made a cup of latte for me to drink. My mother’s tired white face also had a pathological beauty of collapse. My mother tied her hair up and said softly.

I know that something is wrong between us. I will always be your mother. I have known this relationship. I have known it for a long time. Although my face shows disappointment, my mother didn't move. I got up and pretended to look at the antique in the glass cabinet. It was the porcelain bought by my father. At this time, I found that my mother was holding me from behind. This was the first time my mother did this to me, but it was also the last time. My mother said behind my ears that forever mother can, another woman, she needs a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very wavy, a very

So?

Isn’t mother rejected?

So, on the surface it is my mother, but on the private side it is my woman?

So, is this mother-son incest?

There were so many questions in my heart. I was anxious and my mother said, Mom, I really can?, Mother said coldly, what can I do?, That's, help me that?, the mother said angrily, which one?I'm not cold to you, are you in a hurry?, Ah... It's not like a child who did the wrong thing. As expected, men are animals on the lower body, which is true.

My mother turned around and entered the room, and I followed her in. My mother said, "You can't wait for the time to change your pants?" , Ah I quickly left after saying that, my mother, who had been missing for me for a long time, indulged in lust for me. On this day, I waited for a whole year and a half. Perhaps it was my mother's longing for my father, and her reason for her father, that finally broke the line. My mother changed into a pair of tight white trousers. This super tight elastic trousers was a tempting and attractive way to me. My mother was 170-year-old with a tall lower body, and a slightly fleshy butt of a middle-aged woman, but she was perky. Compared with the beautiful butt mother on the A-piece, this is the dreamy butt of a woman.

My mother said lightly, how long have you been tolerant? , I hugged my mother without saying anything. My mother lay on the sofa in the living room and asked me to lock the door first. Then she lay on the slightest buttocks, and her peach-like buttocks were arched in front of me. I took off my pants directly. My mother looked at it and said a little blushing, "Don't take it off first, rub it through the friction. This is too urgent, and my mother will be afraid..."

I asked my mother to sit on me, and my buttocks were on me with my back on her back, and her penis rubbed my mother's crotch through her underwear. My hands were still on my lower breasts, shaking them left and right, letting my mother's nipples rub against my bra. My waist kept tugging on my mother's buttocks up and down. My mother said he was afraid that you would have something wrong with it, so she helped you... I know that my mother always had a hard mouth, and she reached in from under my mother's shirt, rubbed her breasts through her bra, and venting heat in my mother's ears, saying, "Mom... To be honest, have you ever thought about me?", the mother didn't say anything, and she kept saying a word.

Although I have had experience in indulging in my mother's body, it used to be my one-sided indulgence. But this time, I could feel that my mother had the intention of enjoying it, but I couldn't ask on purpose. After all, it was rare for my mother to touch her, especially her breasts. Although I could only look at my mother's back, relying solely on the feel, my mother's breasts were soft, which made me extremely excited.

Mom...you can twist your buttocks, so I ejaculate faster. My mother snorted and said, "I'm old and can't move anymore." This is the case, but my mother still reluctantly began to swing back and forth. Yes...Mom, that's it, you can go left and right, and finally... round around. At this moment, my cock and glans were so cool that I couldn't help myself. My mother actually used her buttocks to indulge in her son's desire. The sensitivity of the glans was getting higher and higher, and my mother swung her body shyly.

I secretly pulled my mother's pants down a little, revealing a little fleshy buttocks. The faster my mother twisted, the harder I became. Finally, I stood up, my mother held her hands on the living room table, and her fleshy buttocks were raised. I exposed my penis and rubbed her crotch. The glans rubbed down her mother's private parts and downwards. My mother's legs were slightly bent, and the inner eight posture made the fleshy buttocks look even more attractive. I held my mother's fat buttocks with both hands and rubbed them hard.

Every time I pushed my mother, I would snort, looking at my mother's buttocks that were anxious, and with the impact of force, the buttocks vibrated more obviously. This is the so-called shaking of the buttocks, which is full of flesh. The visual and the pleasure of rubbing on the penis is better than before. More importantly, my mother's transformation made me so happy that I couldn't help myself. Finally, I pressed my penis against my mother's private parts and squeezed my penis heavily in the crotch, pressing against the up and down heavy pressure. Every time my scrotum rubbed upwards, I would squeeze into my mother's private parts, and my mother's underwear was stuck in the crotch.

Then a thick stream of semen vented out, ejaculated my mother's entire fleshy buttocks and beautiful back, and some of them were ejaculated on her hair. My mother held her buttocks and stood up, and said angrily, how long will it take to make me exhausted?, I hugged my mother and said, "Do you do it on the bed next time?"My mother's left hand was pulled by me. I meant that my mother was helping me rub my penis. My mother squatted down, held my penis with her left hand, and helped me squeeze out the remaining semen from my glans, but unexpectedly, I actually stood up.

A stinky liquid ejaculated on my mother's cheek, and the semen flowed along her face to the corner of her mouth. My mother was so angry that she said, "It's all this... what you smell..., and then she ran to take a shower. I asked my mother outside the door, "Mom, are you my mother just now, or?", Hearing the sound of the faucet turning on, the sound of water, my mother said lightly, it was my mother, a woman who dotes on you, I said, from now on, as long as I want, you can help me... , I can hear it, it is the sound of the shower. I am very scared, so let me be your mother for the time being, as for that matter?, I asked what?, you also asked, it was the matter of rubbing my butt just now, it depends on my mood... , I continued to ask Mom... Actually, I can help you, and even if you want, I can still follow you...

The sound of the faucet stopped, and my mother seemed to be taking a bath. She was so frustrated... Don't say you can, I couldn't even pass this level myself... I didn't continue to ask, but I was very satisfied with this now. At least my mother has gone from being repulsive to being slightly accepted. I think that the time, place, and people are needed for the marriage between mother and son. With my father coming back that night, my mother slept in the younger sister's room that night, and I dared to show my love to my mother boldly. Perhaps all of this will be variable.

Why don’t you speak?

My mother asked, I was wondering if I could take a shower with my mother. I smiled and said, "My mother said that you have taken advantage of you, what else do you want?"

The tone was a little smile. I didn't bother my mother to take a bath. At night, I went out with my mother and took her to dinner. My mother dressed up fashionable but not without being cold and beautiful. I think this is my mother, a woman who looks cold but values ​​others more than anyone else.

In fact, Chapter 2, Transformation, generally speaking, there are many details that have not been written out, but the results are presented

That's about it. In short, my mother and my Kansai have finally been restored. I believe I must give my mother some time. My every move, every anger and smile made me deeply remember it. I will summarize myself. The first turning point was that my mother twisted her hips and ejaculated for me in the hospital. This time, my mother's mentality changed, which is very important to me.

For some reason, the description of the meat scene seems weak. Perhaps it was because of the article I wrote before. I was a son who pursued my mother's perfect buttocks. This time I love the transformed mother deeply. Sex may be very important, but the emotions between people are better than sex. I think my mother and I are pursuing the pleasure of having sex between mother and son. But my mother never told me about herself and likes to be teased by my semi-forced affair. This special sexual pleasure is known only to each other, the secret.

Finally, what I want to say is that I will read every netizen's message. I believe that with you, I will have the motivation to write these memories. Compared with previous articles, there will be less passion, more dullness, and even sadness. But this is life, and I have to pay back all the ups and downs. Perhaps the article I wrote is not about my mother, but about my true self in my heart.

As for the moderator who invited me to participate in the incest articles on Wenxin Diaolong before, I was surprised. After all, I don’t think I have that literary talent and can write an article that echoes the front and back. At least I think most of my articles are first-person descriptions. However, after the results of this article came out, I read a lot of new mother-son messy articles. Haha, the two words are my experience.