Chapter 6

My wife was arranged to my back seat, and the front row was full, so she could only sit in the last row with grievance.

However, now the classroom is mainly about practicing questions, and as long as you can understand the teacher’s thinking, it will be the same wherever you sit.

I watched my wife walk towards me. My wife's mature and beautiful face overlapped with the face of a little green girl in front of me. For a moment, my thoughts became a little blurred. The bits and pieces of my past with my wife flew in my mind. The last scene was once again at the scene when my son inserted into his wife's vagina, and the memories were broken.

I woke up from the daze and found that my cock was so hard that it hurt a little.

It has been about three months since I was reborn. During this period, I have been studying hard, afraid of repeating the mistakes in my previous life. Now, if I think about it carefully, I have no idea of ​​the taste of meat for three months.

My wife's appearance evoked my past memories and opened the valve of my desire. Once this evil fire was released, it seemed that it would never be destroyed.

The evil fire lasted for a day.

After completing today's exercise task with my mother at night as usual, on the way home, my mother and I complained that my calves were sore, which should be the fatigue accumulated by the supermarket shopping guide standing for a long time.

When I got home, I fed a basin of hot water. The mother and son did not shy away. They shared a basin of foot washing water and soaked it comfortably.

After soaking my feet and packing the basin, I asked my mother to lie on the bed and started to press her calves. My technique was ordinary, but I was familiar with my mother's sensitive body, so my mother was also very comfortable and would hear her humming from time to time.

Listening to my mother's moans with satisfaction, I told her that the soreness in her legs and feet is not an ordinary problem, but it may be varicose veins. Long-term varicose veins will not only cause muscle aches, but also cause thick calves and changes in leg shape.

My mother was nervous when she heard this. She was a beauty-loving woman, and if her calf became thicker, it was something she could not bear.

I said I heard that wearing stockings can relieve varicose veins. I will massage her calf every night in the future, and her calf will definitely not deform.

My mother said she didn't know which one to buy, so I immediately continued: That's easy to buy 15D, 30D, 60D, and 80D, so it's better to try black stockings.

When my mother heard this, she turned her head, rolled her eyes at me, and didn't say anything, and then enjoyed my service.

I knew the overall situation was settled, so I massaged my mother and chatted with her, trying to create a warm atmosphere for her mother.

I heard her talk about the unruly customers she met in the supermarket today, and I would like to talk to her about whose grades fell sharply this time and whose grades soared.

After about 20 minutes of pressing, my mother closed her eyes and her breathing rhythm gradually became even.I put my mouth close to her ear and whispered: Mom, take off your coat, I'll press your upper body.

My mother didn't react, but I knew she wasn't sleeping, so I didn't care whether she refused or not. She gently took off her coat, then unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt, and finally exposed her round breasts wrapped in a bra.

Just as I was trying to untie my mother's bra, my mother reached out to stop me. I thought she was going to stop me from further action, but my mother said that she had been working for a day and had just run for so long, and her body was smelly, so she told me not to smell it.

I said my mother is fragrant, not a smelly mother.

My mother refused to do it and got up and wanted to take a shower.

Seeing this, I crossed my left leg and rode my legs to my mother's waist, pressing her tightly under my body, acting coquettish to my mother, while climbing onto my mother's chest and pushing her bra above her chest.

My mother had no choice but to touch my waist with her right hand, and twisted it hard, which made me jump up in pain.

After breaking free from my constraints, my mother didn't scold me. She picked up the steel ruler I used to make plans and tugged it on my butt. She took a few strokes before putting it down. She said with anger that this was the punishment for bullying my mother.

The punishment for farts, this steel ruler is not as painful as my mother twisting my waist.

After being indirectly rejected by my mother, I lay in depressedly on the bed, and I felt a little upset, thinking that my mother must have a separate room to sleep with me now.

After a while, I was almost asleep. When I was half asleep, I felt someone lying down beside me.

I felt a little relieved, at least the progress of the strategy did not reverse.

The next day, my mother was in the day shift, so after evening self-study, I went home directly.

As soon as I entered the door, my eyes lit up. My mother was sitting in the living room watching TV. A translucent black stockings wrapped around her beautiful legs, and her seductive little feet were shaking with slippers.

As usual, it was exercise time. My mother and I went back to our room to change our sportswear. After a while, when my mother changed her sportswear, she had already changed her black stockings and put on sports trousers.

I was very disappointed and couldn't help but say that the weather is hot today, so why would my mother change into sports shorts and go out for a run.

My mother also listened to my advice. When she was about to go back to her room to change her pants, I mentioned that running in stockings can better cure varicose veins.

My mother turned around and gave me a blank look and scolded me for being a stinky little guy.

Although my mother scolded me, she was honestly wearing sports shorts and black stockings.

That night I was running behind my mother, and the little brother was so uncomfortable in his crotch that he almost cried.

I have to say that the combination of beautiful stockings, legs and sports shorts is really attractive, but I can only have such beautiful scenery alone.

My mother and I run every day, and it is difficult to see people after 10 o'clock in the evening.

When I got home, I learned from yesterday's lessons. After I waited for my mother to take a shower according to the usual rules of life, I also took a quick shower myself.

When I returned to the bedroom, my mother had indeed fallen asleep.I walked to the bed and pushed my mother, and whispered to her that I would help her massage her calf.

Before my mother could sleep well, she responded in a daze. Then I lifted the quilt, covered my upper body only, and began to massage my calves.

After rubbing for about ten minutes, I waited until my mother had already snored slightly, and then I lifted the quilt covering my upper body and reached out to my mother's towering chest.

My mother wore a very traditional pure cotton pajamas, but she did not wear a bra because of her sleep.

When I unbuttoned my buttons, my two breasts swayed slightly with my mother's breathing, and my two bright red nipples were facing me straight, as if waiting for my sucking.

I got up and straddled my mother's waist, gently rubbing my mother's breasts with both hands. The round breasts were flexing like jelly in my hand. My index finger gently fiddled with my nipples at the amplitude I liked in my previous life. In just a moment, I felt my mother's breath become more rapid and my nipples became a little hard.

After playing with it for a while, I felt no longer satisfied. I bent down and took my mother's nipples in one mouthful. The tip of my tongue gently licked around the areola, and teased the part of my nipples from time to time.

Although my mother's breathing was a little rapid, she was still pretending to be asleep. I looked at my mother's closed eyes and suddenly became pranked. I stopped sucking my nipples, gently bit my mother's nipples with my teeth, and then scraped her nipples with her teeth. The other hand was not idle either. She originally gently caressed her, and she became a bit rough and sucked her.

When my mother finally let out some slight moans, my mouth left my mother's nipples, kissed her all the way along my mother's cleavage, and kissed her until her belly button. She stretched out her tongue and licked her belly button. Only then did my mother reach out to stop me.

My mother complained that my navel was so dirty, why should I kiss it there?I smiled and said that my mother loves cleanliness so much, and she has to take a shower every day, so why is it dirty?

To be honest, my mother's navel is a newly discovered sexy part that I only discovered in my life. The vertical navel is beautiful in the shape of water droplets, and the flat belly with the sexy navel makes it look particularly attractive.

When I became my mother's man in my previous life, my mother was already 56 years old. At that time, she was still a beautiful old woman, but her figure was inevitably distorted, so she couldn't feel the beauty of her mother's belly button.

I also wanted to continue kissing, but my mother held me down, got up and fastened her pajama buttons, turned off the bedside lamp, and said to go to bed, and she would get up early to go to school tomorrow.

The bedroom was dark, but my lust had reached the peak of my teasing just now, and my cock was so hard that it was about to be congested.

I thought about it, got into the quilt, hugged my mother with my hands, my hard cock on my lower body tightly pressed against my mother's butt, and put it against my mother's ear with a pleading voice: Mom, I feel so uncomfortable, just once, let me vent.

After a long time, my mother said quietly: We are mother and son. Do you treat me like this? Are you worthy of your father?

As the saying goes, husband dies and follow his son. Mom is from our old Li family. My father left early and I will take care of my mother in the future. There is nothing wrong with my mother leaving me.

If Dad has a spirit in heaven, he will definitely bless us.

The mother said again: Incest by mother and son will be struck by lightning. If outsiders find out, how should we survive?

I thought to myself that it was not my turn to thunder and my mother. Otherwise, how could God not only stop me, but also sent me back to the age of 18 after my mother passed away unexpectedly, so that my mother and I could renew our relationship with each other.

However, I couldn't say these words to my mother, so I had to persuade her: Mom, since my father left, there have been only two of us in this family. Once the door is closed, as long as you don't say it, I won't say it, no one will doubt us in this life.Also, I have been thinking about my mother every day recently, and I can’t even concentrate on class.

My mother was so choked by my fallacies that she couldn't speak. Even though what I said was unreasonable, she couldn't refute it.

My mother did not answer the conversation, and I also knew that before the mother and son raped each other, the mother would never be able to say the word "consent", at most it would be a default.

So I began to kiss the back of my mother's neck and ears. After a while, I pushed my mother from the side, pressed her back to the sky, and then straddled her waist, and knelt on her body.

In the darkness, the mother closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, showing her inner tension at the moment, but she did not resist until the beginning.

I leaned my mouth towards my mother's cherry lips, kissed me a few times like a dragonfly, and then stuck out my tongue and looked into my mother's mouth, but it was blocked by my teeth.

I was not annoyed either. I passed my mother's armpits, held her head with both hands, kissed her lips slightly, and stuck out my tongue to scrape off my teeth.

In just a while, my mother couldn't stand my obsession and opened her mouth helplessly.

I was happy to see this, and quickly stuck out my tongue and entangled it with my mother's tongue. I greedily sucked my mother's sweet saliva for a few minutes. It was not until I felt a little stuffy that I left my mother's little mouth and prepared to get up and turn on the light.

My mother told me to turn on the headlights, so I nodded and obediently turned on the wall light at the head of the bed.

The dim light illuminated my mother's face, because of the violent kiss just now, my face looked a little flushed.

I unbuttoned my mother's pajamas and tried to pull off her pajamas. My mother actually slightly raised her waist so that I could take off her pajamas more smoothly.

After taking off my pajamas, I felt like my mother's whole body was tightly wound, and her thighs were tightly tangled together, as if this would make me feel safe.

I could no longer bear it, and took off all my clothes, revealing my already erect cock.

I toughly spread my mother's legs apart, grabbed her ankles, and forced her to form an M-shaped shape. I finally saw my mother's vagina when she was young for the first time.

The fluffy hair does not look thick, the plump mons pubis is like a white and fat steamed bun. Although the labia are not as pink as a girl, it is not black at all. It is probably red and the dim wall light is faintly vaguely. My mother's labia seems to have some water droplets hanging on her labia. I looked up and found that my mother had covered her eyes with both hands.

No longer hesitated, I knelt in front of my mother's legs, rubbed my glans against my mother's clitoris, pressed my cock, and the glans slid along the clitoris toward my labia. With a splash, the penis was completely penetrated into the wet and slippery vagina.

Oh Wave I finally entered this vagina again in this life. My mother's warm and sticky vagina tightly tangled the root of my cock, and the strong pleasure stimulated my cock. Before I started thrusting, I felt dizzy in my head.

I really overestimated my virgin body's ability to accept stimulation. I almost ejaculated as soon as I inserted it into my mother's vagina.

I pressed all the weight of my upper body on my mother and took a deep breath. After a while, my cock finally adapted to the first wave of stimulation. I tried to pull out my cock. I felt that my mother's vagina wrapped around my glans and sucked so tightly. After only five or six times, I heard my mother covering her face muffled, like crying and complaining, as if she was uncomfortable, and as if she couldn't help but feel happy.

My mother's moans teased me even more. I grabbed her hand covering her face, let her hold my neck, and began to thrust hard. It was useless, like a wild beast. Every time I pulled out half of my cock, I hit her hard on the cervix. My mother frowned and her little mouth closed slightly. Obviously, my violent impact brought her strong stimulation.

My mother was breathing rapidly, but she didn't make any sound again under my hard thrust, as if she was deliberately resisting the strong pleasure brought by escorting her son.

I didn't care either, and I just panted and went in and out of my mother's moist vagina. After about five minutes of fucking, my mother's hand holding my neck tightened, and her whole body became tense.

I didn't expect my mother to have her first orgasm so soon, so I put her legs on my shoulders, and every heavy blow pressed the weight of her body on her hips. For a moment, except for my breathing, the only thing left in the bedroom was the sound of me hitting my mother's buttocks.

After more than ten more times, I felt a spasm of my mother's vagina. The tender flesh that was already tightly wrapped around the root of my cock became tighter, making it a little more difficult for me to thrust. A heat flow hit the glans, waves, waves, waves, like a heat wave. I suddenly felt a soreness in my waist, like a dam washed down by a flood, and I could no longer bear it. Several streams of semen ejaculated into my mother's vagina.

I lay on my mother, feeling the afterglow of orgasm with her. After a while, I listened to my mother's uncomfortable breathing, and then I realized that my weight of more than 120 pounds was pressing on my mother, which had been almost ten minutes, so I supported myself. At this time, the cock soaked in my vagina had been hard again, so I simply started thrusting again.

The second time I had sex, I was obviously not as reckless as the first time. While thrusting gently, I kissed my mother's body, occasionally sucking my mother's nipples, and occasionally asking for kisses from my mother. My mother seemed to be confused. I asked her to stick out her tongue, so she honestly opened her mouth, stretched out her small tongue, and waited for my sucking.

Maybe I had just had an orgasm and my body became more sensitive. I felt that the water secreted in my mother's vagina was more than before. Every time I pulled out my cock, the glans groove would scrape out my mother's vaginal water, causing a large area of ​​the bed sheets at the part where my mother and I had sex were wet.

My mother's vagina was much tighter and wet than when I had sex with her in my previous life, making me feel like I had experienced the bliss of the world. The second time I didn't last long, and I did it for five minutes again. Then I felt a numb feeling again, and it was transmitted from the scrotum to the swelling glans, one stream, one stream, and another, the amount of semen that was squirting out was not inferior to the first ejaculation, as if it was about to fill my mother's uterus. I don't know if my mother would get pregnant because of it.

After ejaculation, I hugged my mother in my arms and felt secretly angry. In my previous life, I was almost forty years old and could have had sex with my mother in bed. I persisted for more than an hour, but now I have become younger and have become a little premature ejaculation.

Or is it that my young mother is so charming that I can't control it again and again.

Thinking of this, the cock soaked in my mother's vagina seemed to react again.

I told my mother that I wanted to do it again, but my mother refused. She asked me to be restrained and said that I would have to get up early when I went to school tomorrow.

I thought about it, got up and poured a glass of water for my mother. After I let her drink it, I hugged my mother's naked body in my arms and fell asleep as in the past.