Chapter 27

After dinner that day, Xiuhua officially returned the USB flash drive to her son, and at the same time told him earnestly that you are not a young monk practicing in the temple. Your mother just told you not to indulge in lust and hurt your body. There is no need to do this to this extent.

There is a saying that things will turn out to be extreme. If you forcibly endure, it will also violate the laws of nature. You can grasp it yourself in the future and vent if you think it is appropriate. Mom will not blame you again.

Xiaoma agreed seriously, but misunderstood her mother, thinking that she was thinking that she was in trouble when she entered the room in the middle of the night yesterday...

Alas, my mother is so gentle. She used this method to remind herself to vent appropriately.

He saw his mother's face full of melancholy again, and thought that her mother could not let go of her father and Aunt Zhang, so she wanted to comfort her, but was afraid of making her angry like she did last time.

So he made up his mind to continue being a good child and not let his mother worry.

...That's it. Both mother and son are too committed to their duties. The small misunderstandings and barriers are like a layer of tulle that is about to be broken. For a moment, no one has a clear consciousness to actively break it.

Although she got the USB flash drive back, Xiaoma didn't plan to pick up her skills again, mainly because she was afraid that once she opened the door again, her previous efforts would go to waste.

Of course he himself didn't realize that the fundamental reason was that he loved his mother so much and subconsciously regarded even watching AV and pornographic novels as infidelity and blasphemy. Ruo Xiuhua could foresee that he would develop into resisting contact with all the opposite sex in the future. Now he was forced to force him to read novels and AVs all day long...

Xiuhua himself is completely trapped in the novel.

She was also a very self-disciplined person. She usually stipulated that she would not spend more than one and a half hours per night to fantasize and masturbate at most. After the new week began, when she found that this was not enough to relieve the rising desire in her body, and forced herself to fall asleep, she would have intermittent dreams in the middle of the night, resulting in poor sleep. The next day, she was thinking about everything and couldn't even concentrate on her work.

So on Tuesday, she took the lesson preparation work at school. After dinner, she washed up early, closed the door and went to bed early, and took out her tablet computer that specialized in storing e-books to start venting.

That night, she masturbated until nearly two o'clock in the middle of the night. After she released herself to the fullest, she rested well. She was full of energy on Wednesday morning and did not think about anything when facing her son.

In this way, she once again determined the policy of returning to normal work, housework, novels, and masturbation. On the basis of venting well in the middle of the night, she focused on being a good mother and a good teacher during the day.

At noon Thursday, Xiuhua received a call from Dapang, and learned that Zhang Wanxi had reported the sexual demon anonymously and was in a good mood. Then the police station also called, and this time he was extremely respectful and wanted to ask her to cooperate with the previous report, but she was no longer interested and refused decisively.

...Ma Tiancheng's phone calls also followed.

Listening to her husband's peace-making words, her mood became worse again. Unlike before, she quickly adjusted her mentality this time and told him calmly that it would be good for us to live our own lives in the future, and no one had to disturb anyone anymore. If the marriage could be maintained in name, it would be maintained. If it really doesn't work, they confessed to their parents in their hometown and formally divorced.

Finally, he said hello to yourself, so Xiuhua hung up the phone.

She couldn't change her mind just because her husband lowered his posture.After all, Ma Tiancheng is just a passerby with the title of husband to her.

On the new weekend, Xiuhua went to the Wang family to report the situation as promised. Dapang looked open-minded and only asked her to have lunch with her face. She would have time to talk to Fanglan for a while.

Fanglan was in a good mood and praised Xiaoma for being sensible, saying that Xiaoma came last Monday and his fat boy became much more obedient.

Xiuhua also paid attention to the school and observed that Xiaopang had indeed returned to her previous cheerfulness. Seeing that Fanglan was very excited, she followed her wishes and continued the topic.

Fanglan's inner personality is very simple, just like Xiuhua before. She is really scheming about the person she recognizes. She can't stop talking as soon as she opens her mouth. She accidentally lets her mouth go, shaking out the truth that she is still feeding Xiaopang.

Xiuhua has gained some knowledge when she learned that Xiaopang is so old and is still sipping breastfeeding. However, in addition to reading novels these nights, she also occasionally hangs an encrypted agent to browse the website and forums of mother-son incest. She has read many posts that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, but she is not particularly surprised. Besides, she also has unfair thoughts about her son?

However, Xiuhua didn't know how to evaluate this matter, and a little awkward in the sound of hehe.

Fanglan shook her peerless big breasts on her chest in a squeamish manner, asking Xiuhua not to make a joke, and thought that she had said everything anyway, and Teacher Che would definitely trust her. It would be boring to hide it anyway, so she completely opened her heart and sold her husband, and explained the story of Dapang trying every means to "test" Xiaoma's character last week.

Fortunately, Fanglan didn't know the thoughts hidden by Dapang, so she wouldn't say them out, at least at that time, Xiuhua designated that she would not have any contact with the Wang family.

That afternoon, the two mothers had a very happy chat, but when Xiuhua came, she still inadvertently disturbed Fanglan. It was not because she discovered the things that Big Fat did, but because she actually heard from the conversation that her son had also eaten Fanglan's milk...

This matter starts from the night Xiaoma returns home.

Xiaopang was moved by Xiaoma. After dinner, he found his mother and apologized sincerely, saying that he knew that his mother was for his own good, but he really didn't like breastfeeding. He begged his mother to forgive him for being unrestrained and would never do anything again in the future.

Fanglan was so moved that she burst into tears. She also expressed that she was wrong, and then shed tears as if she was about to say goodbye, saying with a sad and smile that she would not force the little fat man to eat his grandmother again.

The mother and son reconciled, and the atmosphere was pleasant. Xiaopang immediately proposed a compromise plan, probably to squeeze the milk into the bottle in the future and mix it with honey, sugar cube and baking soda. There are two benefits: first, it is that it will be better for him to eat when the taste is good, and the second is that it will be small in many times, so that he will not be afraid of his stomach getting bigger again, and it will also be convenient for him to take it to school as a drink.

Fanglan agreed happily and immediately arranged for Xiao Qin and Xiao He who were proficient in health preservation to prepare milk recipes. After the new week began, Xiaopang brought the prepared milk to school. Every time he went to class, he would unscrew the thermos bottle and ginseng and put a small cup of ginseng. He was like drinking health tea, and he was still alive and savoring it with his head.

Xiuhua noticed all these things, but it was impossible to guess at school that he was drinking human milk.

Xiaoma was also curious, and she couldn't help asking during the break. When Xiaopang saw that his friend was interested, he happily invited him to taste it. He only said it was a special "honey milk". Brother, don't be polite. I have a lot at home, and it's enough to take as much as I want.

But Xiaoma still thought the taste was very good after trying it. Only out of etiquette, she politely declined Xiaopang's suggestion that he could bring him one more bottle every day.

When Xiuhua heard Fanglan shyly say that she had to spend half a day milking Xiaopang every day, she finally realized what her son was drinking...

In front of Fanglan, Xiuhua calmed down and continued to listen to her worries, but when she turned around, she felt very uncomfortable when her son drank other women's milk and couldn't adjust.

This feeling of being like a handful of spinning thread tangled together was very similar to when she knew her husband had an affair with other women outside. In simple terms, it was just a jealous jar.

To be honest, Xiuhua's personality is a little too concerned about the people she cares about, and she is even more than that of her partner. She is really strong in controlling and jealousy.

And now she regards her son as a combination of Wanxi and Ma Tiancheng.

When she was taking a bath at home that night, she kept playing with her nipples casually. The scene of her son praising Fanglan's milk in the classroom repeatedly appeared in her mind. Fangrong was extremely unhappy, and her eyebrows never let go, and she felt as uncomfortable as if she swallowed a fly in her throat.

That night, she had no intention of reading novels again. She lay on the bed and tossed and turned. After finally falling asleep, she dreamed of a little horse coming to climb into the bed.

Last time in her dream, she knew how to resist. This time she almost had to stuff her beautiful breasts into her son's mouth. However, after waking up, she saw the huge room and the empty bed. She felt as empty as she was.

After getting up and washing his face, Xiuhua stood in front of the mirror and looked down at the washbasin. She really felt that she was too pretentious and wanted to do it but didn't dare to do it. Every time she brought it out to be a good thing for her son as an excuse, and she said it out loud, but she didn't have the courage to break the status quo.

What can't you pull your son into the abyss of incest? To this day, do you still have no confidence in your son?

After having sex on the night I was drugged, my son kept getting better. This proves that having sex with mother and son will not affect the son's life's better development?

As long as you can maintain physical and mental health, your son will still be able to start a family and start a career in the future, get married and have children, and you will definitely have a happy life. Isn’t this the case?

Xiuhua realized that she had already stood at the turning point of her life. If she didn't push the door now, she would never push it open in the future. It can be foreseeable that in the long life in the future, she would often regret it like she is now, and she would be sad.

...She really wants to take that step.

Deep in my heart, the torrent of desire turned into a flood, and at the same time, ethics and moral concepts also turned into countless villains. They worked hard to build the embankment and moved forward bravely, with countless casualties and injuries.

She just couldn't figure out why she had to set a limit for herself and why she couldn't live a more open life?

I have the intention to have my son’s affection. At least before my son finds a partner, I can live for my own happiness, right?

Can't?Why not?

No problem, I can do it, yes!

Thinking of this, she suddenly looked up and looked at the mirror in front of her with a firm look on her face, determined to be loyal to her desires, so that all the villains who work in her heart would stop!

At that moment, the flood of desire instantly broke through the embankment. The ethics in her heart turned into a heart of sadness and tears. At the same time, she felt a sense of relaxation from the inside out, slowly stood up, raised her head and sighed, turned around and walked out of the bathroom, and walked straight towards her son's door.

She breathed in a deep breath, raised her hand and pressed the door handle of her son's room. An unattached sense of excitement emerged in her heart, but she didn't press it down for a long time.

It’s not because she began to regret it again, but she suddenly thought of a more realistic question, how can she speak to her son?

You can't just say directly that Mom is lonely and wants to have sex with you, right?

Although she did think so, she needed a reason, one that at least sounded quite legitimate.

After standing for a long time, Xiuhua really couldn't find any good words. Fortunately, she read enough novels and soon had new ideas. There was no need to be so straightforward. Wang Dapang did that trick, and let his son wipe his body. Isn't it just like the routine in the novel?

I can think of more ways to lure my son. When he can't control himself, I will give him a tender hug. In this way, my face as a mother will not be ugly.

……right!That's it!

After trying to understand, Xiuhua's mood suddenly became clear. The corners of her mouth were gently lifted, revealing two rows of white teeth like woolen. She lowered her head and raised her hand, unbuttoned the lace straps around her waist, and then buckled her bra and pulled upwards, revealing two beautiful breast balls.

The spring is beautiful and the jade face is flushed. An excited smile is hung on the gorgeous and charming face. He slowly leans over and lets his breasts press against the door panel, just like making a contract for his own determination. He sticks out his soft lips and kisses gently on the door.

The breasts and fragrant lips left a warm temperature on the cold door panel, and the slender jade fingers whipped charmingly, and then gently lifted them up to support their toned and sexy body.

As the master of the oath, Xiuhua turned around silently and returned to her room.

This night was destined to be sleepless. With the beautiful expectation of stealing the forbidden fruit, she immediately took off herself naked after returning to her room, intending to masturbate with earth-shaking moments.

Just as she climbed onto the bed and lay down, she thought of a follow-up plot in "The Legend of Mother", turned her head and looked at the dressing mirror, her heart became more and more restless, and suddenly she became interested in imitating it.

In short, the subsequent description of the male protagonist using the handle of cheating to threaten his mother to do all kinds of things. The plot that excited Xiuhua is that the male protagonist suddenly had a whim in the college ladder class and asked his mother at home to masturbate on a live broadcast to show him.

The bad boy also gave many specific instructions, and he was happy to let his mother pose in various lewd positions in front of the camera. The one that impressed Xiuhua the most was: According to the original description, the mother first tied two heart-shaped brass pockets to her nipples, then pursed her red lips, and stuffed the buzzing massage stick into her vagina with anger.

The soft gasp came from the headset. My mother pressed the giant stick on her lower body with both hands, her fat buttocks, thin waist, and a copper bell on her breasts swayed back and forth uncontrollably. My mother then leaned over her flushed cheeks and kept asking me to the camera if she was okay?I pressed the headset, secretly glanced at the classmate in front of me, returned to the phone screen under the table, ignored her anxious expression, and continued to type a new line of instructions.My mother looked closer to the camera and continued to fist, and a painful expression appeared on her face, crying and tears, but I knew that she was also happy. The crystal clear love fluid between her legs, like a flood discharge, is the best proof.

...My mother had no way to resist me, so she silently retreated back to the camera, lowered her head and spread her plump white legs apart, and controlled most of the electric rod that poked into her vagina with her hands. She pulled open the sexy T-back underwear on her lower body with the other hand, letting the underwear stretch the lower edge of the electric rod, thus freeing her arms.I adjusted the electric rod to the maximum level through remote control, and my mother's expression immediately became very exciting. She bit her lower lip lightly, constantly raising her head, making a confused gasp, as if she could no longer bear the intense pleasure of her lower body.

...After a brief pause, my mother seemed to want to end as soon as possible. She slowly raised her hands and hugged the back of her head according to the instructions I had just sent. At the same time, she bent her knees at an extremely slow speed, and turned into a half-squat and hugging her head; her shy eyebrows and the copper bell on her nipples trembled at the same time. My mother closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally raised her beautiful and shy face, her mouth twitched gently and hung a stiff smile, and said intermittently that excited me with the lines, my son, I miss you so much, please go home quickly, fuck... fuck my mother to death.

……

Well, that's it.

Xiuhua will fall in love with this plot. Apart from the lewd atmosphere and pictures created by the text itself, it is probably because it can bring in the book's mentality of the heroine who wants to refuse and welcome her. She obviously wants it very much, but can't let go of her face to admit it. She uses her son to train her to unfold the plot, which further deepens the stimulation brought by the identity contrast.

The same is true. Things that cannot be done in reality will be more attractive in fantasy. Therefore, even if Xiuhua now has the determination to go to Wushan with Xiaoma, she can only think about the plots like the ones in the novel, but she can't do them in reality at all.

If she really said that to her innocent son, she would probably be so embarrassed that she could use her toes to cut out three bedrooms and one living room on the floor.

Fortunately, imagination has no boundaries and there is no need for any taboos. If you are alone in private, as long as you are not discovered, you can do whatever you want.

Xiuhua got up and got out of bed, first turned on the night light, then walked towards the dressing mirror with a smile, looked at his tall figure, raised his right hand, and gently kneaded his left breast.

Jade finger fiddled with the delicate flesh pillar at the top. She thought for a while and found that there might not be a replacement for copper bells at home, so forget it, the electric rod can be replaced by a fountain pen.

After making plans, she smiled brightly, straightened and beautiful, with her perfect figure with her hands on the saint's nest on the back of her waist, her jade feet were tilted, and her arches were thrust, like a crane stepping on water, and she walked slowly to the dressing table.

Her clear eyes looked at the pen holder. She poked out a smooth jade arm, took out a round black and gold-edged fountain pen, walked slowly back to the dressing mirror, and then spread the two straight legs like icicles a little, lowering her head and slowly stuffed the pen into the flower path at the hole.

Because Xiuhua exercises all year round and lacks sexual intercourse, her lower body is tight enough to hold the pen without external assistance. When she thinks of her son's cute little cock, she feels particularly happy. The tender honey flesh in her vagina contracts slightly, secreting wisps of crystal-cleaning juice.

With her pen in her jade hips, she bent her knees slightly, looked up at her lewd look, and there was a little cramping in her beautiful eyes. Sure enough... she was still a little embarrassed.

He is obviously a teacher who teaches and educates people, how can he do such shameless things in private?

Although it was embarrassing, the stimulation that wandered in the heart was also hard to refuse. Xiuhua smiled with eyebrows and eyes, and was proud and straightened her magnificent waist, spread her jade legs and continued to squat down, and tightened her toned peach buttocks and jade clams to prevent the pen from sliding down.

Finally, she raised her two jade arms as bright as moonlight, gently controlled her hair as soft as a silk ribbon on the back of her head, and almost put it on her look exactly like in the book, looking more sexy and lewd.

Looking at her vulgar posture in the mirror in front of her, Xiuhua took a deep breath, prepared, and then exhaled a scent of fragrance. Then she slightly opened her thin slight lips and gently imitated the lines in the book: Son... Mom is waiting for you, come...

Somehow, she wanted to laugh when she recited this line herself.

She was so angry that she had to frown and lower her head, hold back the smile that surged in her heart, then looked up at the mirror, calmed her face, and tried to imitate the shy expression of the heroine in the book, and spoke again, Son, Mom misses you so much, please come quickly...

She couldn't read the word "fuck" and held it in for a long time. Her tight jade face could not match the embarrassment in her heart. She sighed angrily. A very embarrassing smile appeared on her red cheeks. She stood up straight, put down her two jade arms behind her head, pulled out the pen from the honey path with one hand, turned around and ran away from the mirror, and jumped onto the bed.

With a plop, she smashed her huge body on the bed, spread her long legs and jade arms out, and put them in a large shape.

Her beautiful face was buried in the bed sheet. She pinched her pink fist with her right arm and slapped it on the bed twice. She stuck out her beautiful buttocks like jade plates and put them down. Even the small cherry pink anus in the buttocks grooves closed slightly, as if she was muttering the embarrassment of every skin rushing all over her body.

...If my son saw that he had just seen that, I would really not be able to live!

Thinking of this, Xiuhua's hot cheeks became hotter, and her concave and sexy naked lifted her lying on the plain white bed sheet, rolling around like white strips rolling in the waves. She waved her jade arm forward, dragged her across the pillow and hugged her in her arms, staring at the pillow with affection, as if she saw her son's handsome little face.

With expectations for a better future, she closed her eyes and kissed her affectionately, and in an instant she couldn't help but feel restlessness and excitement. She pressed the pillow on her face, and continued to roll with a whimper and chuckled.

Wheels are pounding, wheels are pounding!

whee!

At that moment, Xiuhua seemed to be more than ten years younger and turned back to the ignorant girl of spring love.

She used to be an unattainable iceberg beauty in front of outsiders during the day. When she was alone at night, she occasionally read those romance novels that made her heart excited. She would reveal her passionate side like she is now, and roll on the bed inexplicably.

After rolling left and right for a long time, it was like the current suddenly running out. She suddenly fell silent, letting go of the pillow covering her face, and her face returned to the usual desertic state.

There was still a hint of hesitation and loneliness in the slightly trembling eyes, just because she once again recalled the good sisters of the past. In this world, only Zhang Wanxi had seen her truest side so far.

In the past, she had only Wanxi, a close friend who let go of all her guards. On those nights when she was secretly talking to her, she might have been even more dissatisfied.

What is certain is that Xiuhua used to like the feeling of being empty-handed when she was with Wanxi. From daily interesting stories to favorite novels or TV series, she could chat happily no matter what topic she was talking about. Most of the time she was talking about it herself, and Wanxi listened with a smile.

In my impression, Wanxi never showed any boredom, but according to her confession, she often forced herself to smile and was not as happy as she seemed.

Xiuhua admitted that she did have flaws in her personality. At the best, she was heartless, and at the worst, she was just as stubborn and self-righteous as Wanxi said.

Moth's eyebrows frowned slightly, she took a deep breath and lay on the bed.

Looking at the ceiling, she silently reminded herself that she would not fall into an overly selfless mood when she gets along with her son in the future, especially that she would no longer have the mentality of being all for your own good. If she ignores her son's feelings and forces him to say such things as you hate...

She knew that she could not withstand such a blow.

In fact, Xiuhua also understood that his son was his son, not Ma Tiancheng and Zhang Wanxi, so he didn't have to worry about this matter at all.But with this thought, she thought of something she should pay more attention to.

Admittedly, incest is by no means something to be praised. From the moment she was determined to break the taboo, Xiuhua thought she was not a qualified mother.

Therefore, she was determined to work harder, and to redeem this sin of perverted morality, she also wanted to cultivate many outstanding students to repay society.

In addition, to always put safety first, we must ensure that our son is not affected and that our future life will be open and smooth.

……

No problem, don’t think too much, just have a good rest now and work harder tomorrow.

Her expression slowly relaxed, Xiuhua smiled slightly, put the pillow, pulled the thin quilt, and covered it.

……

Go to bed.