It was probably when I was thirteen or fourteen years old, and I was dominated by the sexual fanaticism of adolescent boys.
A Duo's magic braid underwear advertisement made my cock hard for an afternoon. The little yellow article written on the sex medicine leaflet, which seems too simple now, made me feel like a treasure. I carefully collected it and hid it under the bed, and slowly enjoyed it with a small flashlight at night.
Not to mention the small movies in the video hall. The man's hard thrust and the woman's intoxicating moans made me wish I could immediately raise my dick and vent my darkest and dirty desires on the woman.
But what is different from most male students of the same age is that I disdain for female students of the same age who are not yet fully developed.
Brother Hai, when I went to the Internet cafe on weekends, I met our school beauty out wearing private clothes. Unexpectedly, not only did she look good, but she also had a pair of long and white legs hidden under the school uniform. It was amazing!
Brother Hai, when my deskmate raised her arm, I accidentally saw her breasts through her cuffs, which was much larger than the class beauty.
Brother Hai...
Death childish!
These kids who have not grown all their hair, how can they understand what a woman is truly beautiful!
Since childhood, I have been bathed in my mother's mature and charming sexual charm, how could I go far and pick those buds that have not bloomed yet?.
So, I have to mention my mother. My mother is Liu Ruyan, and she is a housewife.
The local custom is to pay attention to the so-called male protagonist and female protagonists. Women still have to go to work after getting married, but men can't raise their heads when they are outside.
Although she is a housewife, she is the most important part of her family’s image, so at least three-quarters of the family’s clothing expenditure is mother.
Moreover, my mother also pays great attention to her figure, and she has good talent, so the places where she should be raised are raised and the places where she should be raised are raised.
Even her slightly raised belly that she was not satisfied with seemed to me as feminine.
Therefore, although my mother's face is only considered to be of medium to upper level, she can also be called a beauty based on her dress, figure and the charm of a mature woman.
There is no need to doubt this, which can be seen from the coveted eyes of many male neighbors in the community.
Maybe they thought I was still young, so they would always look up and down at my mother without any concealment in front of me, and then stare at the tits that were about to come out according to their personal preferences, stare at the plump butt outlined by the hip skirt, and keep looking at them.
If their eyes could emit heat, my mother would probably have to be out of her clothes every day.
Of course, being the focus of the crowd and becoming the focal point is just the smallest part of the many troubles caused by this good figure.
Therefore, my mother has long since disregarded this because her proud 36D breasts can't be covered up.
However, not all the worries made her careless. For example, if the underwear and stockings were hung on the balcony, they would disappear without a trace within a few hours.
For example, the ubiquitous stings on the subway and buses, and the direct or indirect sexual hints of her bosses, all made her very distressed.
So when her father asked her to go home and be a housewife, her mother agreed without hesitation.
However, leaving society and returning to the family can allow her to escape the clutches of the lustful people outside, but there is a little demon in the family, where can she escape?
When adolescent boys are on the brain, they can even open the dictionary and rub the pussy. How could a mature beauty like mother escape my attention?
The perverts in society are out of reach for their mothers hiding at home, but at my house, I get the moon first.
So of course I can't let go of such a mature and plump mother. I try every day to create opportunities and excuses in life to take advantage of my mother's good luck.
For example, standing behind my mother, pretending to get the things in front of her, and rubbing her dick through her silky nightgown.
Or, when my mother was around, she pretended not to stand firm, and held her mother's hand and made her lose balance, let her butt sit on my legs or step on her, and carefully experience the soft touch brought by her mother's plump butt.
Especially in summer, since the power capacity of old communities is not enough to install air conditioners, the temperature at home is not much lower than that outside.
So I basically only wore underwear at home, and my mother also wore a short nightgown.
Therefore, when my mother falls on my legs, I often enjoy intimate contact with my mother's smooth buttocks.
However, this trick cannot be used too much, and fools will be alert if they repeat too much.
Sometimes I pretend to give my mother a massage.
While pretending to be sincere, I said, thank you for your hard work!
, in fact, while the massage is done, rub your hands against your breasts and butt.
Of course, I just rub it on the edge. If you really touch it directly, you will definitely be alert. I don’t do anything about fishing in the waters. Sustainable bribery is my pursuit.
But there are also daily benefits. If she is at home when she comes home from school, she will come to greet me, and I will have the opportunity to hug her. When hugging, I will press my mother's breasts tightly, feel the amazing elasticity of her 36D big breasts, which is passed to me through the school uniform. When everyone is wearing very thin clothes in summer, I can even vaguely feel my mother's nipples pushing against my chest through the clothes.
So among the four seasons, summer is my favorite.
Of course, it is necessary to peep, for example, when my mother leans over to pack up her things, she looks into her loose suspender nightgown.
At that time, my mother thought I might be young and was not wary of me.
When packing things, I won’t care even if my chest is facing me.
So I don’t know how many times I have appreciated those snow-white breasts that I want to escape from her suspender vest and the ravines between my breasts, and I will never get tired of them no matter how many times I appreciate them.
In summer, mom will take off her sling vest and let 36D's big tits sway inside her nightgown, while the nipples highlight its presence on the silk pajamas, but this is limited to when you go back to your room before bed.
So, if I encounter luck, my mother forgot to go to the bathroom before taking off her vest, so that she can feast her eyes with her shaking breasts when she passes by the living room.
Compared to breasts, mothers' underwear is a little more common, and you can see it by bent down, but to be honest, it's not that good.
Although the short suspender nightgown cannot completely protect the spring scenery under my mother's skirt. Although my mother's underwear is often translucent, the crucial crotch is protected tightly by the damn underwear. I can only sigh at the exposed slit of the butt.
There were only a few times, maybe because the weather was too hot, my mother's underwear was wet with sweat secreted near her vagina, which would reveal a little shape of my mother's most mysterious and holy place, which opened my eyes.
However, even the exposed breasts are not easy to see, so occasionally looking at underwear is better than nothing.
I can only say that I am too difficult to satisfy. If I give the group of erotic uncles in the community who stare at my mother every day, they will definitely scan and record every inch of skin under my mother's skirt greedily, and even the few pubic hairs exposed from the edge of my underwear will definitely not be spared.
Going further, you will have relatively fewer opportunities to peek at changing clothes and taking a bath.Because my mother always closes the door and changes her clothes in her room, she will also carefully confirm whether the door is closed when taking a shower.
Of course, the goddess of luck will still favor me occasionally.
Because people are not machines, there are always times of negligence. For example, when my mother is anxious to go out, I have the opportunity to see through the cracks in the bedroom door of the bedroom with the true appearance of the big breasts that made countless men envious. This is much easier than peeping through the bra and underwear that is itchy through the shoe.
For example, when I was 13 years old, there was no gas at home, and the gas recharge point was about to close.
Xiaohai, go and help your mother charge the gas fee, there is no gas at home.Mom's voice came from the kitchen.
Oh, I'm doing my homework. Today I have a lot of homework and I'm going to be busy.I shouted pretending to be impatient.
OK, then mom goes by yourself, you can do your homework well at home.
So she turned off the valve, took off her apron, and hurried back to the house to change her clothes.
This is just a casual move for me, because my mother is in a hurry to change her clothes and go out, and she may make mistakes in her busy life, and she may forget to close the door.And if I didn't forget to close the door, I wouldn't lose much.
I pricked up my ears for fear of letting go of any details of the sound, when I heard my mother hurried back to the bedroom without the familiar sound of locking the door.
I felt aroused, and to avoid making a sound, I took off my slippers and followed closely behind barefoot.
As expected, my mother made a mistake in her busy schedule and forgot to close the door. Of course, maybe she felt that I was doing my homework and there was no need to close it.
I took the opportunity to lie on the unclosed crack in the door and greedily admired the beautiful scenery of my mother changing clothes, and the scenery in front of me made me stunned for a moment.Mom is taking off her sling vest.
Usually, my mother does not wear a bra at home but uses a suspender vest instead. On the one hand, it is because the breasts are too big, and the steel-ribbed bra chosen to resist gravity is too tilted. On the other hand, it is because the weather is too hot and the bra is too stuffy, which is not conducive to the breathability of the chest skin.
So for mom, a small suspender is the best choice.
However, although I was in a hurry to go out and pay the fee, how could my mother go out only wearing a loose suspender vest worn at home?
Although this suspender vest can provide a certain degree of restraint, it is just a slightly tight vest after all. Its opponent is my mother's big 36D tits.
When I go out wearing this, my breasts are swaying up and down. I am afraid that I will attract the attention of the old men and young people all over the place.
And those long-tongued aunties who are already jealous are afraid that they will not be talking about words like "slutty, slutty," or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "s
So my mother crossed her hands and grabbed the lower edge of the vest and took off the vest like a T-shirt.
Her breasts were able to break free from the constraints of the vest, and the trembling snow breasts were dotted with bright red nipples, just like the candied cherries on the butter cake, making me swallow my saliva.
Mom shook the vest on her hand hard, leaned over and folded it on the bed.
Her two beautiful breasts also trembled and swayed with her movements.
I can't get my eyes out of focus, which is both aesthetic and sexy.
The suspender vest is obviously much breathable than a bra, but the hot weather still makes my mother's breasts covered with crystal beads of sweat.
The shaking breasts as my mother swung her clothes hard gave these sweat beads a chance to gather together.
Then, as my mother leaned over, these sweat beads slid down along the tender white breasts, and finally gathered on the bright red nipples, and were thrown off by the swaying breasts onto the bed sheets and absorbed them all.
My mother looked down and obviously found these beads of sweat, so she frowned and pulled out a few tissues. She first dipped the sweat on the inner side of her breasts carefully along the cleavage bit by bit. Then, she raised one breast with one hand and wiped the sweat on the lower side of her breasts with the other hand.
For the first time in my life, I saw my mother fiddling with her breasts seriously. Although it might be just a daily scene, it reveals a hint of lust in ordinary situations.
Every movement will bloom a layer of breast waves on my breasts, just like it is waving in my heart, making me itchy.
Then my mother took out a pair of bras, passed her arms through the straps in turn, and let the cup drop to her chest. Then my mother wanted to use her hands to lift the heavy and soft left breast and right breast respectively and place it in the two cups.
However, her left breast didn't seem to want to return to the cup that had been banned for a long time, and it slid mischievously from her hands, causing another shocking breast wave.
What made my eyes even more straightened was that when my mother's left breast slipped off from her hand, the nipples rubbed against the fabric on the edge of the bra. At this time, the bright red nipples actually stood up, like buds about to bloom.
And I heard right, my mother let out a soft panting.
My mother's nipples were so sensitive that my heart swayed and my thoughts drifted out of the sky.
When I came to my senses, my mother had simply put on a shirt and a short skirt with hips. After all, time waited for no one.After my mother finished dressing, she was about to go out, so I took the opportunity to sneak back to the room to pretend to study.
However, these can only be regarded as appetizers. After all, no matter how careless an adult woman or a mother, it is impossible for her child to show her breasts and underwear every day.
Therefore, the above benefits can only be regarded as a little embellishment of my in life.
And playing with my mother's underwear is the key point.
At that time, my family had not changed a house, and the apartment was relatively small and there was not much storage space, so every inch of space had to be used.
In addition, my mother may think I am still young, so she didn't pay much attention to the difference between men and women. The underwear, bras and stockings I wore were thrown into the dirty clothes basket on the washing machine next to the toilet, and only covered with other clothes simply.
Just imagine, a pubertal boy is holding underwear that emits hormones from women of development age on the road to the toilet every day. This is simply tempting him to indulge in the sexual charm of this woman.
So, there is nothing strange about masturbating in my mother's underwear.
The desire for sex in adolescence is from morning to night, and it tortures me non-stop.
When I was in school, I would discuss and circulate pornographic articles with a few boys sitting close to me, and I don’t know where I got the typos, or I would make an appointment to go to the nearby video hall to watch pornographic movies.
Although the clothes basket filled with my mother's underwear seemed to have been there since I had memories, it was not until the afternoon after school that I had discovered a new world that I linked my mother's underwear with venting my desires as if I had discovered a new world.
I muttered like this, opening the door and entering the house to put down my schoolbag, and then running all the way to the toilet.
I was busy copying my homework in the afternoon and had no time to go to the toilet. After school, I went to the video hall to see the yellow belt, which was so hard that I couldn't pee.
I could only run all the way home and wait until it softened before peeing.
In the bathroom, I peed and planned to take a while while my mother hadn't come back, and recalled the plot of the movie just now in the room and sucked it.
Thinking of this, my cock, which had just released the urine and softened, rose up again.After leaving the toilet, I wiped my hands with the towel hanging on the side, and suddenly an indescribable smell penetrated my nose.
Although the smell was a bit fishy, it made me feel inexplicably excited. My cock was so hard that it was about to explode. I felt that all the blood in my body was about to gather into the glans.
My male instinct drives me around the air to find the source of the odor.
Finally, I locked my target on the dirty clothes basket and turned the layer of clothes on the surface one by one. I found that the source of the seductive smell was the black lace low-waisted underwear worn by my mother.
I've seen this pair of underwear a few times, it's translucent, only the crotch is opaque fabric.
However, they were all worn on her at that time, and now she was put in her clothes basket casually. At this moment, it was irresistible to normal men.
This is my mother's underwear. If I put it outside, I wonder how many men are crazy about it!
And for me, the things that are within my reach, I didn't discover them until today under the guidance of male instinct. It's really a waste of resources.
I picked up the panties with my overly excited and trembling hands, my brain blank with excitement.
I turned my underwear over with my other hand and found some white marks on my crotch, so I couldn't help but come up to smell it.
The fishy smell is not heavy, and it is mixed with some of the fragrance of laundry detergent or the body fragrance of my mother, which is not particularly bad.
Maybe it was the first time I smelled this smell. It was so rushing straight to my celestial cover, which made me feel a little vomited, but the male instinct engraved on the x chromosome made my cock so painful.
This is the smell of a woman's pussy, this idea suddenly popped up in my mind.
Although the society at that time was not so open, some male and female classmates also savored the forbidden fruit, and then showed off the taste of those girls mysteriously or proudly.
Of course, I, who is obsessed with mature women, never looked down on this.
But today, this pair of underwear suddenly made me a little regretful. It turned out that this taste was so wonderful, why didn’t I find it earlier?
This thought just flashed by, and I wrapped my mother's underwear on the glans without any instruction. The soft fabric and glans touched the head like electric current, and my hands began to stroke involuntarily.
To be honest, even though the fabric is soft, the friction caused to the glans that I haven't left the novice village is still strong.My mind went blank, and I didn't suddenly feel alert until I was about to ejaculate.
If you can't ejaculate on your underwear, you'll be done if your mother finds out.
Thinking of this, I quickly put my underwear back into the clothes basket and wanted to ejaculate the semen in the toilet pool.
As a result, I couldn't control myself at all and could only walk while shooting all over the ground in a mess.
Fortunately, I didn't ejaculate on my mother's underwear, and I thought to myself.
I wiped the floor with toilet paper, but what I was thinking about was my mother's black lace low-waisted underwear. The cock that should have been softened became hard again.
I walked out of the toilet, looked at my watch, and then I figured it was probably a while before my mother went home, so it should be fine if I used it again.
I returned to the bedroom with my mother's underwear in my hand. Before I rubbed it, I picked it up and smelled it. My mother's underwear not only smelled of her pussy, but also the smell of prostate fluid flowing out of my urethra when I first rubbed it.
The two scents mixed together seemed even more lewd, much like the smell I smelled when I passed by my mother's bedroom in the middle of the night.
I was originally planning to bring my mother into the heroine in the movie I watched today, but as soon as my glans touched my mother's underwear, my mind was so excited that it was blank. I only remembered to masturbate mechanically until I was about to ejaculate.
When I was about to ejaculate, I quickly put my mother's underwear back into the clothes basket and cum in the pool. I returned to the bedroom exhausted and fell asleep.
Since then, every time I have passed the school, I have rejected the invitation from my friends, ran home, masturbating in my mother's underwear.
My friends all complain that I am not sociable, but I am not in the mood to play with you, the losers who don’t know how to appreciate the charm of mature women. They say that they are different and do not compete with each other.
Gradually, I became familiar with my mother's underwear taste.
Stockings include black stockings, meat shreds, gray shreds, and there are also black stockings. I have seen my mother wash them when she wakes up in the morning and take them back to their bedroom to dry and then put them away. She has never seen them thrown them into the clothes basket.
There are a variety of underwear, including pure cotton, usually light pink or light green high-waist underwear.
Sexier ones are usually low-waisted, and the material is basically ice lace, and the colors are black, white and red.
There are translucent fronts, and translucent fronts and backs.
The patterns are also different.
Over time, I have already known my mother's underwear.
Which underwear hasn't appeared for a long time is thrown away, and what is the latest one is bought.
I can even tell whether my mother is in a good mood by which pair of underwear she wears today, and whether the couple had sex the night before. Of course, this does not require judging with underwear. The sound insulation in their bedroom is not good.
And then I had another daily fun, that is, guessing underwear.
Every time my mother bent over and put on her shoes when she went out, I guess which underwear would be in the next basket, and I could always guess it.
However, humans are not machines, and you will always get tired of doing repetitive things.
So simply using underwear and stockings to masturbate and then ejaculate in the pool could not satisfy me. After ejaculation, I would use my hands to dip the semen from the ejaculation to smear on the crotch of my mother's underwear and the nipples on the bra, fantasizing that my semen could defile the pussy and nipples of my mother's mature woman.
If I want to masturbate for a second time, I will use my mother's underwear to dry the glans that had ejaculated after ejaculation.The panties with residual semen and mother's pussy smell will make me more excited.
It is a man's nature to seek excitement. When my mother is not at home and can't satisfy me, I will seize the time when my mother is not in the living room and masturbate with her underwear.
For example, after she changed her clothes and went to cook, or she took a shower in the bathroom, and I stood outside the door and listened to the sound of water, while masturbating with her underwear.
Going further, my mother put the newly changed underwear in the clothes basket, and then I pretended to go to the bathroom. While my mother was not paying attention, she quickly picked up her underwear and slipped into the bathroom to taste it slowly.
Sometimes my underwear even retains my mother's body temperature, and the vaginal secretions on it have not been dried up.
Putting my hard purple glans on my warm underwear makes me feel ecstatic.
At the same time, this fear of being discovered by my mother and her sexual excitement of masturbating with my mother's underwear can often make me reach orgasm that I can't reach normally masturbating.
Sometimes I even hide my mother's underwear in my crotch, so that the crotch of my underwear and my cock can be intimately in touch with my cock, and I can talk to my mother who is busy in the kitchen.
Looking at my uninformed mother, I gained the pleasure of playing with my mother.
Mom, what should I eat tonight?I asked as if nothing happened.
Be good, Xiaohai, learn and eat for a while.Mom answered while keeping hands and feet.
The good boy in your mouth was hiding your close-fitting underneath your crotch, and I laughed to myself.
After playing for a long time, I was not satisfied with pulling the curtains in my bedroom.
Expand the territory to the entire home, suck in the kitchen, suck in the bathroom, suck in the doorstep, and suck in the parents' bedroom.
He even opened the curtains and lay down by the window to watch the passers-by rubbing.
For example, once, I was lying on the window and stroking and looking out at the scenery, and an old man happened to pass by downstairs. I looked closely and said, "Oh, isn't this Mr. Yang?" I decided to joke with him."
Hello Uncle Yang!I lay by the window and pretended to be innocent and said hello to him.
This old Yang didn't like me calling him Uncle Yang, and always emphasized that I would call him Uncle Yang, saying that he was still young and strong, and if he was in the countryside, it would be no problem to plow ten acres of land a day.
If it weren't for talking in front of my mother, could your waist be so straight?
Xiaohai, is your mother at home?
She went shopping for groceries when she wasn't here.
Then you should be good at home alone, have you heard?Then he couldn't wait to change direction and headed towards the only way for his mother to buy vegetables and go home.
Humph, I know!
This old guy has been coveting his mother for a long time. Among the thousands of men in the community, he only looked at his mother with the most vulgar and vulgar eyes.
Now I am afraid that I am not going to go home to appreciate my mother's pair of breasts and swaying waists.
If I throw the mother's panties on my dick with my semen to him now, he is afraid that even my semen will be licked together.
I'm afraid you stole the underwear that my mother threw, an old thing.I thought viciously in my heart.
During class, I no longer thought about how to make the game. I didn’t go to see the newly introduced yellow belt in the video hall after school, but instead conceived a new way to play my mother’s underwear.
For example, while my mother is not at home, she walks around in her parents' bedroom with her hard cock hanging her underwear or bra like a flag, fantasizing that she is the man who conquered her mother, and now she declares the ownership of her mother's breasts, vagina and uterus in her father's territory.
Then, while fantasizing about injecting semen into my mother's uterus, I ejaculated a bubble of thick semen on my parents' wedding photos.
For example, the part that wraps the vaginal opening with my mother's underwear rubs on my pillow so that I can fall asleep every day with my mother's lewd smell.
For example, wet the stockings with water, hold the two ends and rub them on the glans. It is said that you can develop endurance over time.
Or, after putting your cock on stockings, wrapping the stockings with a bra, you can not only feel the silkyness of the stockings, but also experience the wrapping feeling of the bra, and there are countless ways to play.
Because my mother's dirty clothes basket is usually cleaned every two to three days, I would calculate the time later, steal the first day's underwear and put it in my crotch, and have close contact with my dick for a whole day.
On this day, I would masturbate during class, then cum directly on my mother's panties, waiting for it to absorb my semen, and then continue to masturbate the next time.
Even after urinating on this day, I wouldn't spin dry it, but instead put the remaining urine back on my crotch, allowing the remaining urine in the urethra to soak my mother's underwear.
After this day, my mother's underwear will be covered with my urine, prostate fluid and semen.
What became smelly was all about my body odor.
At first I only dared to pee at home, but at school I was still holding my urine for fear of my classmates' discovery. Later, when I was brave, I dared to go to the bathroom with my classmates and urinate and urinate.
Once, my cock was so hard that my pussy was so hard that it was. When I took off my pants, my cock was picking up my mother's underwear and it bounced out.
Fortunately, my classmate turned around and talked to others at that time and found nothing unusual, but I was indeed scared and sweated.
Because this matter cannot be explained, if it is ordinary black pure cotton underwear, I can still argue that it is my own, but that day I used my mother's white lace underwear, with basically transparent thin veils in front and back, the crotch is wrapped in milk silk, and there are only two thin ropes tied together on both sides, which can be opened as soon as I pull it open.
Who can believe that this kind of underwear is my own?
Later, I even dared to ejaculate directly into my mother's underwear and bra, not to clean it up, but let them absorb my semen.
Because I have observed my mother's process of washing clothes, picked out clothes that were prone to fading, and poured the rest into the washing machine.
It’s a pity that my masturbation career and even my life could continue to go smoothly until that rainy season.
Anyone who has experienced plum rain knows that if there is no dryer, the clothes can basically be left to hang there quietly and pray that they will not get moldy.
I knew my mother's underwear very well and knew that my mother's underwear had been completely ammunition, because her underwear was already full of her underwear in her bedroom at this time.
Originally, it might be possible to hang it on the balcony, but for well-known reasons, the underwear itself disappears much faster than the moisture evaporates on the underwear.
So my mother didn't dare to hang her underwear outside.
I, who had just released my sexual desire on my mother's underwear, entered a short sage time. Without the lower body interfering with thinking, I had a clever plan: If my mother does not have clean underwear to wear, her lower body will be in a vacuum state. Wouldn't I have a chance to see my mother's true appearance in Peach Blossom Land?
So, I pretended to accidentally sprinkle my mother's tea cup and when the tea flowed along the tabletop and all the way to my mother's crotch, I knew I was going to succeed.
Facing me who had been apologizing, my mother couldn't blame me for anything, so she had to turn around and go back to the room to take off the wet panties.But I didn't consider that the wet nightgown would have to be replaced.
So, when my mother rarely changed into her winter pajamas and pajamas and pants and came out of the bedroom, I was so desperate that I was stuck on the sofa like a dead dog.
This rainy day is too annoying, and the clothes can't be dried. I don't have clean underwear to wear, and my mother complained to me.
It's Ah, so annoying.Knowing that I didn't have the chance to enjoy the beautiful scenery, I sat on the sofa and agreed.
Suddenly my mother's cell phone rang, Oh, Xiaomei Ah, will you set off in a while?
Alas, I didn’t have several pieces of clothes dry, and even my underwear wasn’t clean!
Ah, that's OK, then I'll change my clothes and go downstairs immediately.
Mom hung up the phone, turned her head to me sitting on the sofa watching TV and said, "Son, mom and your Aunt Mei are going to have dinner, your dad will come back and ask him to cook for you two."
I responded casually, but thought to myself, would my mother go out without wearing underwear? I am afraid that my sexy move will not be cheaper for others.
But the facts proved that I missed another step, so my mother naturally couldn't go out in vain, so she could only frown and pick up a piece of dirty clothes inside the basket.
My mother turned around and went to the bedroom to change her clothes. After a while, she walked out and muttered that if she had a white skirt, she could only wear the dirty one.As he said, he took out a pair of underwear from the clothes basket and took it into the bedroom.
Then the question is.
It is known that there were two pairs of underwear in the dirty clothes basket at this time, one was black and the other was white, but the white one had the semen I had just ejaculated on it.
Question, which pair of underwear would mother choose with a white skirt?
Answer: White, because black will reveal it.
Sitting on the sofa, I felt like I had a cardiac arrest and had completely stopped thinking. I only remembered that the white ice silk underwear contained the semen I had just ejaculated!
I was controlled by my lower body and didn’t think about how my mother would deal with me after she found the semen on her underwear. I just wanted to be now!immediately!immediately!I saw my mother put on the underwear with her own hands.
I staggered to the door of my parents' bedroom. The door was originally locked, but because my mother came out and took her underwear once and forgot to lock the door when she went in again, there was still a gap left.
I squatted on the ground and looked in through the gap, and happened to see the scene that made my blood rush.
My mother bent her back to me, her plump buttocks raised high, and the honey hole that made me envy was no longer protected by her underwear and was exposed to the air.
Even though I have watched many pornographic films in the video hall and many women's private parts, my mother's pussy, which was under the double-teeth of her fat buttocks, could only see the two bulging labia and the gap in the middle, but it was enough to make me excited.
Then my mother raised her feet, put her feet into the two holes in the underwear in turn, then straightened her waist and lifted her panties until the crotch of the underwear perfectly fits her vagina, outlining a shallow gap, and then turned around to get the coat on the bed.
Seeing this scene, my breathing stopped, my heart was beating wildly, and I was about to explode. I even forgot to see the pussy exposed when my mother raised her legs.
I just remember one thing, my semen and my mother's pussy were combined!
My mother obviously noticed something was wrong and hurriedly took off her underwear to her knees.And the next lewd scenes will be remembered forever.
The semen that I hadn't dried up might still have my body temperature was sticking to my mother's pubic hair at this moment, and the milky white liquid was particularly conspicuous in the black and black patch.
Not only the pubic hair, but also some remain in the gap between the legs. Part of it was because of the slightly spreading legs of my mother, and the other part was slowly flowing downward along the roots of her thighs!
My mother spread her legs and stuck a little with her hands to her nose to smell the smell, trying to determine if it was the kind of thing she was thinking.
Looking at my mother's expression from being surprised to be angry, and then throwing her panties in her hand to the ground, I don't know what to face next, but I only know that my cock is so hard that it explodes.
After that, my mother was angry with me for a long time, and the underwear and stockings in the dirty clothes basket never appeared again. My mother would not be wary of my welfare time.
A Duo's magic braid underwear advertisement made my cock hard for an afternoon. The little yellow article written on the sex medicine leaflet, which seems too simple now, made me feel like a treasure. I carefully collected it and hid it under the bed, and slowly enjoyed it with a small flashlight at night.
Not to mention the small movies in the video hall. The man's hard thrust and the woman's intoxicating moans made me wish I could immediately raise my dick and vent my darkest and dirty desires on the woman.
But what is different from most male students of the same age is that I disdain for female students of the same age who are not yet fully developed.
Brother Hai, when I went to the Internet cafe on weekends, I met our school beauty out wearing private clothes. Unexpectedly, not only did she look good, but she also had a pair of long and white legs hidden under the school uniform. It was amazing!
Brother Hai, when my deskmate raised her arm, I accidentally saw her breasts through her cuffs, which was much larger than the class beauty.
Brother Hai...
Death childish!
These kids who have not grown all their hair, how can they understand what a woman is truly beautiful!
Since childhood, I have been bathed in my mother's mature and charming sexual charm, how could I go far and pick those buds that have not bloomed yet?.
So, I have to mention my mother. My mother is Liu Ruyan, and she is a housewife.
The local custom is to pay attention to the so-called male protagonist and female protagonists. Women still have to go to work after getting married, but men can't raise their heads when they are outside.
Although she is a housewife, she is the most important part of her family’s image, so at least three-quarters of the family’s clothing expenditure is mother.
Moreover, my mother also pays great attention to her figure, and she has good talent, so the places where she should be raised are raised and the places where she should be raised are raised.
Even her slightly raised belly that she was not satisfied with seemed to me as feminine.
Therefore, although my mother's face is only considered to be of medium to upper level, she can also be called a beauty based on her dress, figure and the charm of a mature woman.
There is no need to doubt this, which can be seen from the coveted eyes of many male neighbors in the community.
Maybe they thought I was still young, so they would always look up and down at my mother without any concealment in front of me, and then stare at the tits that were about to come out according to their personal preferences, stare at the plump butt outlined by the hip skirt, and keep looking at them.
If their eyes could emit heat, my mother would probably have to be out of her clothes every day.
Of course, being the focus of the crowd and becoming the focal point is just the smallest part of the many troubles caused by this good figure.
Therefore, my mother has long since disregarded this because her proud 36D breasts can't be covered up.
However, not all the worries made her careless. For example, if the underwear and stockings were hung on the balcony, they would disappear without a trace within a few hours.
For example, the ubiquitous stings on the subway and buses, and the direct or indirect sexual hints of her bosses, all made her very distressed.
So when her father asked her to go home and be a housewife, her mother agreed without hesitation.
However, leaving society and returning to the family can allow her to escape the clutches of the lustful people outside, but there is a little demon in the family, where can she escape?
When adolescent boys are on the brain, they can even open the dictionary and rub the pussy. How could a mature beauty like mother escape my attention?
The perverts in society are out of reach for their mothers hiding at home, but at my house, I get the moon first.
So of course I can't let go of such a mature and plump mother. I try every day to create opportunities and excuses in life to take advantage of my mother's good luck.
For example, standing behind my mother, pretending to get the things in front of her, and rubbing her dick through her silky nightgown.
Or, when my mother was around, she pretended not to stand firm, and held her mother's hand and made her lose balance, let her butt sit on my legs or step on her, and carefully experience the soft touch brought by her mother's plump butt.
Especially in summer, since the power capacity of old communities is not enough to install air conditioners, the temperature at home is not much lower than that outside.
So I basically only wore underwear at home, and my mother also wore a short nightgown.
Therefore, when my mother falls on my legs, I often enjoy intimate contact with my mother's smooth buttocks.
However, this trick cannot be used too much, and fools will be alert if they repeat too much.
Sometimes I pretend to give my mother a massage.
While pretending to be sincere, I said, thank you for your hard work!
, in fact, while the massage is done, rub your hands against your breasts and butt.
Of course, I just rub it on the edge. If you really touch it directly, you will definitely be alert. I don’t do anything about fishing in the waters. Sustainable bribery is my pursuit.
But there are also daily benefits. If she is at home when she comes home from school, she will come to greet me, and I will have the opportunity to hug her. When hugging, I will press my mother's breasts tightly, feel the amazing elasticity of her 36D big breasts, which is passed to me through the school uniform. When everyone is wearing very thin clothes in summer, I can even vaguely feel my mother's nipples pushing against my chest through the clothes.
So among the four seasons, summer is my favorite.
Of course, it is necessary to peep, for example, when my mother leans over to pack up her things, she looks into her loose suspender nightgown.
At that time, my mother thought I might be young and was not wary of me.
When packing things, I won’t care even if my chest is facing me.
So I don’t know how many times I have appreciated those snow-white breasts that I want to escape from her suspender vest and the ravines between my breasts, and I will never get tired of them no matter how many times I appreciate them.
In summer, mom will take off her sling vest and let 36D's big tits sway inside her nightgown, while the nipples highlight its presence on the silk pajamas, but this is limited to when you go back to your room before bed.
So, if I encounter luck, my mother forgot to go to the bathroom before taking off her vest, so that she can feast her eyes with her shaking breasts when she passes by the living room.
Compared to breasts, mothers' underwear is a little more common, and you can see it by bent down, but to be honest, it's not that good.
Although the short suspender nightgown cannot completely protect the spring scenery under my mother's skirt. Although my mother's underwear is often translucent, the crucial crotch is protected tightly by the damn underwear. I can only sigh at the exposed slit of the butt.
There were only a few times, maybe because the weather was too hot, my mother's underwear was wet with sweat secreted near her vagina, which would reveal a little shape of my mother's most mysterious and holy place, which opened my eyes.
However, even the exposed breasts are not easy to see, so occasionally looking at underwear is better than nothing.
I can only say that I am too difficult to satisfy. If I give the group of erotic uncles in the community who stare at my mother every day, they will definitely scan and record every inch of skin under my mother's skirt greedily, and even the few pubic hairs exposed from the edge of my underwear will definitely not be spared.
Going further, you will have relatively fewer opportunities to peek at changing clothes and taking a bath.Because my mother always closes the door and changes her clothes in her room, she will also carefully confirm whether the door is closed when taking a shower.
Of course, the goddess of luck will still favor me occasionally.
Because people are not machines, there are always times of negligence. For example, when my mother is anxious to go out, I have the opportunity to see through the cracks in the bedroom door of the bedroom with the true appearance of the big breasts that made countless men envious. This is much easier than peeping through the bra and underwear that is itchy through the shoe.
For example, when I was 13 years old, there was no gas at home, and the gas recharge point was about to close.
Xiaohai, go and help your mother charge the gas fee, there is no gas at home.Mom's voice came from the kitchen.
Oh, I'm doing my homework. Today I have a lot of homework and I'm going to be busy.I shouted pretending to be impatient.
OK, then mom goes by yourself, you can do your homework well at home.
So she turned off the valve, took off her apron, and hurried back to the house to change her clothes.
This is just a casual move for me, because my mother is in a hurry to change her clothes and go out, and she may make mistakes in her busy life, and she may forget to close the door.And if I didn't forget to close the door, I wouldn't lose much.
I pricked up my ears for fear of letting go of any details of the sound, when I heard my mother hurried back to the bedroom without the familiar sound of locking the door.
I felt aroused, and to avoid making a sound, I took off my slippers and followed closely behind barefoot.
As expected, my mother made a mistake in her busy schedule and forgot to close the door. Of course, maybe she felt that I was doing my homework and there was no need to close it.
I took the opportunity to lie on the unclosed crack in the door and greedily admired the beautiful scenery of my mother changing clothes, and the scenery in front of me made me stunned for a moment.Mom is taking off her sling vest.
Usually, my mother does not wear a bra at home but uses a suspender vest instead. On the one hand, it is because the breasts are too big, and the steel-ribbed bra chosen to resist gravity is too tilted. On the other hand, it is because the weather is too hot and the bra is too stuffy, which is not conducive to the breathability of the chest skin.
So for mom, a small suspender is the best choice.
However, although I was in a hurry to go out and pay the fee, how could my mother go out only wearing a loose suspender vest worn at home?
Although this suspender vest can provide a certain degree of restraint, it is just a slightly tight vest after all. Its opponent is my mother's big 36D tits.
When I go out wearing this, my breasts are swaying up and down. I am afraid that I will attract the attention of the old men and young people all over the place.
And those long-tongued aunties who are already jealous are afraid that they will not be talking about words like "slutty, slutty," or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "slutty" or "s
So my mother crossed her hands and grabbed the lower edge of the vest and took off the vest like a T-shirt.
Her breasts were able to break free from the constraints of the vest, and the trembling snow breasts were dotted with bright red nipples, just like the candied cherries on the butter cake, making me swallow my saliva.
Mom shook the vest on her hand hard, leaned over and folded it on the bed.
Her two beautiful breasts also trembled and swayed with her movements.
I can't get my eyes out of focus, which is both aesthetic and sexy.
The suspender vest is obviously much breathable than a bra, but the hot weather still makes my mother's breasts covered with crystal beads of sweat.
The shaking breasts as my mother swung her clothes hard gave these sweat beads a chance to gather together.
Then, as my mother leaned over, these sweat beads slid down along the tender white breasts, and finally gathered on the bright red nipples, and were thrown off by the swaying breasts onto the bed sheets and absorbed them all.
My mother looked down and obviously found these beads of sweat, so she frowned and pulled out a few tissues. She first dipped the sweat on the inner side of her breasts carefully along the cleavage bit by bit. Then, she raised one breast with one hand and wiped the sweat on the lower side of her breasts with the other hand.
For the first time in my life, I saw my mother fiddling with her breasts seriously. Although it might be just a daily scene, it reveals a hint of lust in ordinary situations.
Every movement will bloom a layer of breast waves on my breasts, just like it is waving in my heart, making me itchy.
Then my mother took out a pair of bras, passed her arms through the straps in turn, and let the cup drop to her chest. Then my mother wanted to use her hands to lift the heavy and soft left breast and right breast respectively and place it in the two cups.
However, her left breast didn't seem to want to return to the cup that had been banned for a long time, and it slid mischievously from her hands, causing another shocking breast wave.
What made my eyes even more straightened was that when my mother's left breast slipped off from her hand, the nipples rubbed against the fabric on the edge of the bra. At this time, the bright red nipples actually stood up, like buds about to bloom.
And I heard right, my mother let out a soft panting.
My mother's nipples were so sensitive that my heart swayed and my thoughts drifted out of the sky.
When I came to my senses, my mother had simply put on a shirt and a short skirt with hips. After all, time waited for no one.After my mother finished dressing, she was about to go out, so I took the opportunity to sneak back to the room to pretend to study.
However, these can only be regarded as appetizers. After all, no matter how careless an adult woman or a mother, it is impossible for her child to show her breasts and underwear every day.
Therefore, the above benefits can only be regarded as a little embellishment of my in life.
And playing with my mother's underwear is the key point.
At that time, my family had not changed a house, and the apartment was relatively small and there was not much storage space, so every inch of space had to be used.
In addition, my mother may think I am still young, so she didn't pay much attention to the difference between men and women. The underwear, bras and stockings I wore were thrown into the dirty clothes basket on the washing machine next to the toilet, and only covered with other clothes simply.
Just imagine, a pubertal boy is holding underwear that emits hormones from women of development age on the road to the toilet every day. This is simply tempting him to indulge in the sexual charm of this woman.
So, there is nothing strange about masturbating in my mother's underwear.
The desire for sex in adolescence is from morning to night, and it tortures me non-stop.
When I was in school, I would discuss and circulate pornographic articles with a few boys sitting close to me, and I don’t know where I got the typos, or I would make an appointment to go to the nearby video hall to watch pornographic movies.
Although the clothes basket filled with my mother's underwear seemed to have been there since I had memories, it was not until the afternoon after school that I had discovered a new world that I linked my mother's underwear with venting my desires as if I had discovered a new world.
I muttered like this, opening the door and entering the house to put down my schoolbag, and then running all the way to the toilet.
I was busy copying my homework in the afternoon and had no time to go to the toilet. After school, I went to the video hall to see the yellow belt, which was so hard that I couldn't pee.
I could only run all the way home and wait until it softened before peeing.
In the bathroom, I peed and planned to take a while while my mother hadn't come back, and recalled the plot of the movie just now in the room and sucked it.
Thinking of this, my cock, which had just released the urine and softened, rose up again.After leaving the toilet, I wiped my hands with the towel hanging on the side, and suddenly an indescribable smell penetrated my nose.
Although the smell was a bit fishy, it made me feel inexplicably excited. My cock was so hard that it was about to explode. I felt that all the blood in my body was about to gather into the glans.
My male instinct drives me around the air to find the source of the odor.
Finally, I locked my target on the dirty clothes basket and turned the layer of clothes on the surface one by one. I found that the source of the seductive smell was the black lace low-waisted underwear worn by my mother.
I've seen this pair of underwear a few times, it's translucent, only the crotch is opaque fabric.
However, they were all worn on her at that time, and now she was put in her clothes basket casually. At this moment, it was irresistible to normal men.
This is my mother's underwear. If I put it outside, I wonder how many men are crazy about it!
And for me, the things that are within my reach, I didn't discover them until today under the guidance of male instinct. It's really a waste of resources.
I picked up the panties with my overly excited and trembling hands, my brain blank with excitement.
I turned my underwear over with my other hand and found some white marks on my crotch, so I couldn't help but come up to smell it.
The fishy smell is not heavy, and it is mixed with some of the fragrance of laundry detergent or the body fragrance of my mother, which is not particularly bad.
Maybe it was the first time I smelled this smell. It was so rushing straight to my celestial cover, which made me feel a little vomited, but the male instinct engraved on the x chromosome made my cock so painful.
This is the smell of a woman's pussy, this idea suddenly popped up in my mind.
Although the society at that time was not so open, some male and female classmates also savored the forbidden fruit, and then showed off the taste of those girls mysteriously or proudly.
Of course, I, who is obsessed with mature women, never looked down on this.
But today, this pair of underwear suddenly made me a little regretful. It turned out that this taste was so wonderful, why didn’t I find it earlier?
This thought just flashed by, and I wrapped my mother's underwear on the glans without any instruction. The soft fabric and glans touched the head like electric current, and my hands began to stroke involuntarily.
To be honest, even though the fabric is soft, the friction caused to the glans that I haven't left the novice village is still strong.My mind went blank, and I didn't suddenly feel alert until I was about to ejaculate.
If you can't ejaculate on your underwear, you'll be done if your mother finds out.
Thinking of this, I quickly put my underwear back into the clothes basket and wanted to ejaculate the semen in the toilet pool.
As a result, I couldn't control myself at all and could only walk while shooting all over the ground in a mess.
Fortunately, I didn't ejaculate on my mother's underwear, and I thought to myself.
I wiped the floor with toilet paper, but what I was thinking about was my mother's black lace low-waisted underwear. The cock that should have been softened became hard again.
I walked out of the toilet, looked at my watch, and then I figured it was probably a while before my mother went home, so it should be fine if I used it again.
I returned to the bedroom with my mother's underwear in my hand. Before I rubbed it, I picked it up and smelled it. My mother's underwear not only smelled of her pussy, but also the smell of prostate fluid flowing out of my urethra when I first rubbed it.
The two scents mixed together seemed even more lewd, much like the smell I smelled when I passed by my mother's bedroom in the middle of the night.
I was originally planning to bring my mother into the heroine in the movie I watched today, but as soon as my glans touched my mother's underwear, my mind was so excited that it was blank. I only remembered to masturbate mechanically until I was about to ejaculate.
When I was about to ejaculate, I quickly put my mother's underwear back into the clothes basket and cum in the pool. I returned to the bedroom exhausted and fell asleep.
Since then, every time I have passed the school, I have rejected the invitation from my friends, ran home, masturbating in my mother's underwear.
My friends all complain that I am not sociable, but I am not in the mood to play with you, the losers who don’t know how to appreciate the charm of mature women. They say that they are different and do not compete with each other.
Gradually, I became familiar with my mother's underwear taste.
Stockings include black stockings, meat shreds, gray shreds, and there are also black stockings. I have seen my mother wash them when she wakes up in the morning and take them back to their bedroom to dry and then put them away. She has never seen them thrown them into the clothes basket.
There are a variety of underwear, including pure cotton, usually light pink or light green high-waist underwear.
Sexier ones are usually low-waisted, and the material is basically ice lace, and the colors are black, white and red.
There are translucent fronts, and translucent fronts and backs.
The patterns are also different.
Over time, I have already known my mother's underwear.
Which underwear hasn't appeared for a long time is thrown away, and what is the latest one is bought.
I can even tell whether my mother is in a good mood by which pair of underwear she wears today, and whether the couple had sex the night before. Of course, this does not require judging with underwear. The sound insulation in their bedroom is not good.
And then I had another daily fun, that is, guessing underwear.
Every time my mother bent over and put on her shoes when she went out, I guess which underwear would be in the next basket, and I could always guess it.
However, humans are not machines, and you will always get tired of doing repetitive things.
So simply using underwear and stockings to masturbate and then ejaculate in the pool could not satisfy me. After ejaculation, I would use my hands to dip the semen from the ejaculation to smear on the crotch of my mother's underwear and the nipples on the bra, fantasizing that my semen could defile the pussy and nipples of my mother's mature woman.
If I want to masturbate for a second time, I will use my mother's underwear to dry the glans that had ejaculated after ejaculation.The panties with residual semen and mother's pussy smell will make me more excited.
It is a man's nature to seek excitement. When my mother is not at home and can't satisfy me, I will seize the time when my mother is not in the living room and masturbate with her underwear.
For example, after she changed her clothes and went to cook, or she took a shower in the bathroom, and I stood outside the door and listened to the sound of water, while masturbating with her underwear.
Going further, my mother put the newly changed underwear in the clothes basket, and then I pretended to go to the bathroom. While my mother was not paying attention, she quickly picked up her underwear and slipped into the bathroom to taste it slowly.
Sometimes my underwear even retains my mother's body temperature, and the vaginal secretions on it have not been dried up.
Putting my hard purple glans on my warm underwear makes me feel ecstatic.
At the same time, this fear of being discovered by my mother and her sexual excitement of masturbating with my mother's underwear can often make me reach orgasm that I can't reach normally masturbating.
Sometimes I even hide my mother's underwear in my crotch, so that the crotch of my underwear and my cock can be intimately in touch with my cock, and I can talk to my mother who is busy in the kitchen.
Looking at my uninformed mother, I gained the pleasure of playing with my mother.
Mom, what should I eat tonight?I asked as if nothing happened.
Be good, Xiaohai, learn and eat for a while.Mom answered while keeping hands and feet.
The good boy in your mouth was hiding your close-fitting underneath your crotch, and I laughed to myself.
After playing for a long time, I was not satisfied with pulling the curtains in my bedroom.
Expand the territory to the entire home, suck in the kitchen, suck in the bathroom, suck in the doorstep, and suck in the parents' bedroom.
He even opened the curtains and lay down by the window to watch the passers-by rubbing.
For example, once, I was lying on the window and stroking and looking out at the scenery, and an old man happened to pass by downstairs. I looked closely and said, "Oh, isn't this Mr. Yang?" I decided to joke with him."
Hello Uncle Yang!I lay by the window and pretended to be innocent and said hello to him.
This old Yang didn't like me calling him Uncle Yang, and always emphasized that I would call him Uncle Yang, saying that he was still young and strong, and if he was in the countryside, it would be no problem to plow ten acres of land a day.
If it weren't for talking in front of my mother, could your waist be so straight?
Xiaohai, is your mother at home?
She went shopping for groceries when she wasn't here.
Then you should be good at home alone, have you heard?Then he couldn't wait to change direction and headed towards the only way for his mother to buy vegetables and go home.
Humph, I know!
This old guy has been coveting his mother for a long time. Among the thousands of men in the community, he only looked at his mother with the most vulgar and vulgar eyes.
Now I am afraid that I am not going to go home to appreciate my mother's pair of breasts and swaying waists.
If I throw the mother's panties on my dick with my semen to him now, he is afraid that even my semen will be licked together.
I'm afraid you stole the underwear that my mother threw, an old thing.I thought viciously in my heart.
During class, I no longer thought about how to make the game. I didn’t go to see the newly introduced yellow belt in the video hall after school, but instead conceived a new way to play my mother’s underwear.
For example, while my mother is not at home, she walks around in her parents' bedroom with her hard cock hanging her underwear or bra like a flag, fantasizing that she is the man who conquered her mother, and now she declares the ownership of her mother's breasts, vagina and uterus in her father's territory.
Then, while fantasizing about injecting semen into my mother's uterus, I ejaculated a bubble of thick semen on my parents' wedding photos.
For example, the part that wraps the vaginal opening with my mother's underwear rubs on my pillow so that I can fall asleep every day with my mother's lewd smell.
For example, wet the stockings with water, hold the two ends and rub them on the glans. It is said that you can develop endurance over time.
Or, after putting your cock on stockings, wrapping the stockings with a bra, you can not only feel the silkyness of the stockings, but also experience the wrapping feeling of the bra, and there are countless ways to play.
Because my mother's dirty clothes basket is usually cleaned every two to three days, I would calculate the time later, steal the first day's underwear and put it in my crotch, and have close contact with my dick for a whole day.
On this day, I would masturbate during class, then cum directly on my mother's panties, waiting for it to absorb my semen, and then continue to masturbate the next time.
Even after urinating on this day, I wouldn't spin dry it, but instead put the remaining urine back on my crotch, allowing the remaining urine in the urethra to soak my mother's underwear.
After this day, my mother's underwear will be covered with my urine, prostate fluid and semen.
What became smelly was all about my body odor.
At first I only dared to pee at home, but at school I was still holding my urine for fear of my classmates' discovery. Later, when I was brave, I dared to go to the bathroom with my classmates and urinate and urinate.
Once, my cock was so hard that my pussy was so hard that it was. When I took off my pants, my cock was picking up my mother's underwear and it bounced out.
Fortunately, my classmate turned around and talked to others at that time and found nothing unusual, but I was indeed scared and sweated.
Because this matter cannot be explained, if it is ordinary black pure cotton underwear, I can still argue that it is my own, but that day I used my mother's white lace underwear, with basically transparent thin veils in front and back, the crotch is wrapped in milk silk, and there are only two thin ropes tied together on both sides, which can be opened as soon as I pull it open.
Who can believe that this kind of underwear is my own?
Later, I even dared to ejaculate directly into my mother's underwear and bra, not to clean it up, but let them absorb my semen.
Because I have observed my mother's process of washing clothes, picked out clothes that were prone to fading, and poured the rest into the washing machine.
It’s a pity that my masturbation career and even my life could continue to go smoothly until that rainy season.
Anyone who has experienced plum rain knows that if there is no dryer, the clothes can basically be left to hang there quietly and pray that they will not get moldy.
I knew my mother's underwear very well and knew that my mother's underwear had been completely ammunition, because her underwear was already full of her underwear in her bedroom at this time.
Originally, it might be possible to hang it on the balcony, but for well-known reasons, the underwear itself disappears much faster than the moisture evaporates on the underwear.
So my mother didn't dare to hang her underwear outside.
I, who had just released my sexual desire on my mother's underwear, entered a short sage time. Without the lower body interfering with thinking, I had a clever plan: If my mother does not have clean underwear to wear, her lower body will be in a vacuum state. Wouldn't I have a chance to see my mother's true appearance in Peach Blossom Land?
So, I pretended to accidentally sprinkle my mother's tea cup and when the tea flowed along the tabletop and all the way to my mother's crotch, I knew I was going to succeed.
Facing me who had been apologizing, my mother couldn't blame me for anything, so she had to turn around and go back to the room to take off the wet panties.But I didn't consider that the wet nightgown would have to be replaced.
So, when my mother rarely changed into her winter pajamas and pajamas and pants and came out of the bedroom, I was so desperate that I was stuck on the sofa like a dead dog.
This rainy day is too annoying, and the clothes can't be dried. I don't have clean underwear to wear, and my mother complained to me.
It's Ah, so annoying.Knowing that I didn't have the chance to enjoy the beautiful scenery, I sat on the sofa and agreed.
Suddenly my mother's cell phone rang, Oh, Xiaomei Ah, will you set off in a while?
Alas, I didn’t have several pieces of clothes dry, and even my underwear wasn’t clean!
Ah, that's OK, then I'll change my clothes and go downstairs immediately.
Mom hung up the phone, turned her head to me sitting on the sofa watching TV and said, "Son, mom and your Aunt Mei are going to have dinner, your dad will come back and ask him to cook for you two."
I responded casually, but thought to myself, would my mother go out without wearing underwear? I am afraid that my sexy move will not be cheaper for others.
But the facts proved that I missed another step, so my mother naturally couldn't go out in vain, so she could only frown and pick up a piece of dirty clothes inside the basket.
My mother turned around and went to the bedroom to change her clothes. After a while, she walked out and muttered that if she had a white skirt, she could only wear the dirty one.As he said, he took out a pair of underwear from the clothes basket and took it into the bedroom.
Then the question is.
It is known that there were two pairs of underwear in the dirty clothes basket at this time, one was black and the other was white, but the white one had the semen I had just ejaculated on it.
Question, which pair of underwear would mother choose with a white skirt?
Answer: White, because black will reveal it.
Sitting on the sofa, I felt like I had a cardiac arrest and had completely stopped thinking. I only remembered that the white ice silk underwear contained the semen I had just ejaculated!
I was controlled by my lower body and didn’t think about how my mother would deal with me after she found the semen on her underwear. I just wanted to be now!immediately!immediately!I saw my mother put on the underwear with her own hands.
I staggered to the door of my parents' bedroom. The door was originally locked, but because my mother came out and took her underwear once and forgot to lock the door when she went in again, there was still a gap left.
I squatted on the ground and looked in through the gap, and happened to see the scene that made my blood rush.
My mother bent her back to me, her plump buttocks raised high, and the honey hole that made me envy was no longer protected by her underwear and was exposed to the air.
Even though I have watched many pornographic films in the video hall and many women's private parts, my mother's pussy, which was under the double-teeth of her fat buttocks, could only see the two bulging labia and the gap in the middle, but it was enough to make me excited.
Then my mother raised her feet, put her feet into the two holes in the underwear in turn, then straightened her waist and lifted her panties until the crotch of the underwear perfectly fits her vagina, outlining a shallow gap, and then turned around to get the coat on the bed.
Seeing this scene, my breathing stopped, my heart was beating wildly, and I was about to explode. I even forgot to see the pussy exposed when my mother raised her legs.
I just remember one thing, my semen and my mother's pussy were combined!
My mother obviously noticed something was wrong and hurriedly took off her underwear to her knees.And the next lewd scenes will be remembered forever.
The semen that I hadn't dried up might still have my body temperature was sticking to my mother's pubic hair at this moment, and the milky white liquid was particularly conspicuous in the black and black patch.
Not only the pubic hair, but also some remain in the gap between the legs. Part of it was because of the slightly spreading legs of my mother, and the other part was slowly flowing downward along the roots of her thighs!
My mother spread her legs and stuck a little with her hands to her nose to smell the smell, trying to determine if it was the kind of thing she was thinking.
Looking at my mother's expression from being surprised to be angry, and then throwing her panties in her hand to the ground, I don't know what to face next, but I only know that my cock is so hard that it explodes.
After that, my mother was angry with me for a long time, and the underwear and stockings in the dirty clothes basket never appeared again. My mother would not be wary of my welfare time.
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