Chapter 7

The mother and son looked bleak. One of them had black lips due to violent vomiting, and the other had swollen faces because of the ruthless iron palm. The shaking gait was very similar to a pair of refugees who were hungry in the famine. They supported each other and slowly walked through the corridor and came to the living room.

Seeing the vomit in front of the sofa, Xiuhua frowned and pressed her son to continue walking towards the restaurant next door.

A few minutes later, she stood near the dining table and wanted to go to the clean open space next to her to do a set of stretching movements, but just after two seconds of letting go of her son, the dizziness that was in lingering immediately came, so she quickly put her son's shoulders on her shoulders and urged him to continue walking forward.

Xiaoma didn't know where her mother was going, so she couldn't ask, so she supported her to walk around the house, circled around the room and corridor, and circled many times. Listening to the continuous whimpering sounds in her mother's mouth, he almost understood that her mother wanted to relieve her headache by walking.

After walking back and forth around the room for twenty minutes, Xiuhua felt that the headache and dizziness had not improved significantly. The bitter water in her abdomen was still rushing towards her throat with a bloody smell. She could only hold it hard and could not stand the filth coming into her mouth again.

After a few more tests in the middle, she didn't dare to stop moving forward. As soon as she stopped a little, she couldn't help feeling a huge disgusting feeling in her body. In addition, she was also worried that if she vomited again, she might be able to penetrate her intestines and stomach.

...Xiao Ma also felt very uncomfortable.

Before he knew it, Xiuhua leaned half of his body against him, allowing the half-grown guy to experience the heavy feeling of heavy, difficult walking, and like a mountain of pressure. His small body was pressed down and sweated all over his body, and a wisp of warm and wet mist floated out of his head. He still had a solemn face, holding his little face with a blue and swollen face and endured it, as if he had traveled back to the difficult years of climbing the snow-capped mountains and crossing the grass. With faith and will, he gritted his teeth and insisted on not falling down, and carried his comrades on his shoulders and walked forward slowly.

Listening to the heavier and heavier gasps under her, Xiuhua also understood that her son was in a difficult situation now, and she thought that her son had sent herself to the bed like this earlier. A warm heat flowed out of her heart, but it was really hard for her to do it. There seemed to be two vortexes in front of her. Seeing everything was spinning, she stopped a little, and the abdominal pain came up with a nausea. She really didn't dare to stop.

In addition, she was also worried that once she let her son go, she would fall to the ground if she lost her support.

In a painful humming, she secretly swore that she would never drink so much wine again in the future. Her intoxicated head swayed, and the tip of the Yao Nose powder leaned against the horse's head. As a strong and humid breath of sweat rolled into her nose, she unexpectedly found that the slightly salty smell of sweat like lime soda had a certain effect on alleviating discomfort in her body. So she put her nose into her sweaty little head and tentatively sniffed a few mouthfuls...

Sure enough, she immediately felt refreshed!

It was like she was slowly sinking in a stinking swamp. When she was about to despair, she saw a ray of holy sunlight piercing and dispelling the turbid darkness around her, which made her find hope in an instant!

Woo...huh, huh, huh!

She immediately put her nose on the top of the horse's head and sucked it hard, as if she was asking for help. She tried her best to get rid of the painful dizziness that was more uncomfortable than death!

...Xiao Ma felt that her mother seemed to be kissing her head, and a big question mark appeared silently in her mind.

The top of his head was numb, which stimulated him a little more strength. He continued to carry the weight and moved slowly.

The headache and dizziness were temporarily relieved, which gave Xiuhua more room to think. It became more and more strange that she really didn't hate her son's smell at all. She thought to herself that when she got out of bed just now, she seemed to feel better when she leaned on her son and smelled the smell...

Following this feeling, she went to analyze the previous act of kissing her son. She was about to vomit at that time, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. When she saw her son's pink and trembling mouth, she seemed to have lost her mind in an instant. Her whole body was hooked by the sweet smell in front of her, and her body rushed over uncontrollably, stopping the urge to vomit for the time being.

Speaking of which, it was her first kiss in the true sense since she could remember.

After getting married for so long, she has never kissed Ma Tiancheng, and she has had countless quarrels.

I have to say that the feeling of kissing is very comfortable.

The little tongue is soft and glutinous, and the saliva on it is sweet. It tastes in your mouth, and it is really refreshing and smooth.

But Xiuhua doesn't understand. She can't say she likes the smell of her son on weekdays, but why do she feel that the villain under her is so fragrant now?

Her small mouth smells fragrant, her saliva is fragrant, her scalp is fragrant, and even the smell of sweat is fragrant. It seems that every inch of her skin and every drop of body fluid in her son's body is fragrant, just like the ginseng fruit mentioned in Journey to the West. If it weren't for her rationality, she really wanted to open her mouth and take a bite.

In fact, Xiaoma has excellent hygiene habits and washes herself cleanly on weekdays. One reason is that Xiuhua has taught me well all year round, and the other reason is that he also has the intention of pleasing his mother. A little boy spends more time cleaning up his time every day than many women in the workplace. He has a fragrant body and no odor at all.

In addition, he inherited the excellent physical appearance of both parents and was born with a beautiful and handsome appearance. He was basically the same as when Xiuhua was young, and was popular everywhere. Many girls of the same age, even some older women, probably would have the idea of ​​getting close to him when they saw him.

That is, Xiuhua is extremely obsessed with cleanliness psychologically. He did not identify him just because he was a boy, and roughly included him in the columns with stinky words in his mind.

Xiaoma, it's really unfair.

Now that Xiuhua can overcome psychological obstacles, it is ultimately the effect of the drug.

At this moment, while alcohol tortures her, it also acts as a catalyst to keep causing the effect of the obsessive drug to surging in her body.

On the one hand, she felt drunken pain and continued to warm up her lust. But she was surrounded by her son who felt fresh and not disgusted. Therefore, with the blessing of various factors, she realized that her son was so fragrant.

Um...ah...ah...ah.

She continued to sniff the sweat on her son's head frantically, and subconsciously rubbed her beautiful breasts that were bulging due to heat on her son's back. As more comfortable and refreshing feelings surged into her heart, she vaguely remembered the gentle words her son said in her ears in her half-dream and half-awake. The warmth in her heart gathered into a winding stream. In addition to being warm, she regretted the actions of beating him just now.

So she planned to talk to her son and apologize well after she woke up. I guess this child was lacking in love, so she would take advantage of her drunkenness to do such a move...

Although the actual situation is just a pony sperm on the brain.

However, this does not prevent Xiuhua from thinking about the warmth.

Continue to suck the comfortable smell between her hair, Xiuhua can figure it out. Her son is not smelly at all, but the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks his son is pretty. When he was a child, he always wanted to act spoiled with him, but what about me?

It starts from the fact that the child learns to walk, and never hugs him again.

If you look into the reason, it may be that the son is often carried by his grandparents after he was born, and his grandmother took him a lot before he was one year old, so he always had the illusion that the smell on him was not very pleasant. The two old men in the Ma family are from the mountains and have honest personalities and are not as big as Ma Tiancheng's arrogance. However, it is indeed difficult for her to like the salted fish that has not dispersed for a long time, seems to be born, and pickled in garlic.

Ma Tian has quarreled with her more than once in private. He always asks her what my parents smell like. He has to say a word half a meter away. Do you still look like a wife?

Xiuhua felt a lot of pain in her heart, and she couldn't say it, but she could really smell it...

No matter what, she knew it was wrong. Whenever she was at this time, she would choose to silently accept her husband's complaints. Sometimes when she heard such words as if she was sick, she was angry and hurt, but she could not refute it. Only by enduring it in her heart and only when she was with Wanxi, she could she express her sorrow in her heart.

……

In short, when the little horse had just learned to walk, shaking his feet, and mom and mom screamed, rushing over to beg for a hug like a little penguin, Xiuhua would have his eyes empty, hissing and frightening him away like a little chick with feces stained with feces.

Xiaoma remembers the bitter snowy night when she was two years old, and the one that impressed Xiuhua was a deep impression on her son on Qingming Festival when she was three and a half years old, and she took him back to her hometown to visit the grave to worship her ancestors.

On that rainy morning, I held my hands and followed the solemn incense line, slowly walked on the muddy path leading to the Fuyin Land halfway up the mountain.

The villain may have been frightened by the dark dark green mountain scenery around him, and wanted to hug her arm timidly. She turned her head and glared at him. The villain could retreat, lower his head, and continue walking indifferently.

In fact, she felt quite sad, but considering that she could slowly understand that she could not get close to herself without permission, she continued to look straight and did not go to comfort the injured little boy around her.

The guilt brought by memories is hard to relieve, and Yu Guang saw his swollen face, and Xiuhua regretted taking action earlier.

At that time, she realized that her son was touching her body, and she was really angry, but she also understood that taking action was more about venting for no reason, and only venting her anger towards the bar pornographic demon and the resentment she had for her husband to her son who was somewhat similar to her husband.

……

Yes, he is Ma Tiancheng's son. Isn't it also the biological flesh and blood that he was pregnant for ten months and carefully raised to adulthood?

Even if he deserves to be taught a lesson, it would be fine if he had beaten up. After that, he obviously had no choice but to force his kiss, how could he still slapped his little face unreasonably?

Xiuhua suddenly felt sad and was ashamed when she suddenly heard a moan of pain coming from under her body, and then she noticed that her son's body was trembling rapidly, as if it was difficult to hold on to carry herself forward.

The pony's physical strength has indeed reached its limit.

He sweated like a waterfall on his forehead, and he was dripping down his cheeks. His waist and legs were sore that it was difficult to control himself. His spine was clattering, as if he would be crushed at any time. If he hadn't been carrying his mother, he might have collapsed on the ground like a dead dog.

With drunken eyes and looking forward, knowing that his son was holding on, Xiuhua sucked in a few sips on his sweaty scalp, raised one hand to support the wall, and tried to walk by himself again.

Taking a small step forward, she found that her steps were still unstable, so she paused, put her arm on her weak but strong little shoulder, leaned against her little head, squeezed her eyebrows and said with a distressed heart: Help your mother... to the guest room.

... Xiao Ma was so tired that she couldn't speak. She lowered her head to rest for a while, and waited until the soreness and pain in her waist and legs improved a little. She lifted her breath hard, gritted her teeth and supported her mother to walk to the room next to her.

When she entered the house and walked to the bed, Xiuhua quickly climbed onto the edge of the bed and sat down. Xiaoma supported the bed with her hands, hanging down her head that seemed to have just been soaked in water. The sweat oozed from her head was almost connected in two lines, along her wet temples and her red cheeks, dripping onto the floor.

With a lot of worries, her deep guilt lingered in her eyes. Xiuhua stared at her son with drunken eyes, raised her arms, and wanted to touch her little face, but after several misses, she still couldn't control the direction and strength well.

The mouth was still dry and bitter, so she nudged her son's shoulder and said softly: Go... Give it another one to mom, get a bottle of water.

Xiao Ma had no strength to silence, so she only took two deep breaths, stretched out her body, which was about to be exhausted, turned around and walked towards the door with a trembling trembling.

Halfway through, he tried his best to move his weak legs faster. When he entered the kitchen, he opened the door of the refrigerator's refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, and first raised his head to fill it with himself.

Gurgle.

Ah！

The sweet and cold water moistened his throat. He sighed and immediately recovered a little strength. He shook his sore hands and feet, raised his elbow and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then raised his hand and knocked on his forehead, squeezed his eyebrows and sighed, and felt deeply regretful. He shouldn't have climbed into his mother's bed tonight.

His cheeks were still aching. He curled up his fingers, pointed his slightly bulging and hard skin, stepped on the garbage trash with a sad face, threw away the hollow bottle in his hand, opened the refrigerator door and grabbed a bottle, lowered his head and turned around, and slowly walked to the guest room.

When he walked into the room, he called out his mother first when he entered the door, continued to lower his head, and moved forward carefully, not daring to look up at his mother's gaze.

Standing in front of the bed, he raised his hand and handed the water bottle over and whispered: Water, the water is coming... Uh!

With a scream, Xiuhua ignored the water bottle he handed over, bent his arm around his waist, and pulled him into his arms like he was pulling onions from dry land. There was no extra movement left. He raised his palm and tweaked his little head, and immediately put his nose tightly on his sweaty head and sniffed wildly.

...After just a moment when Xiaoma went to get the water, the damn headache and dizziness surged onto his forehead again, causing Xiuhua to cover her mouth and burp sorely, and she tried her best to endure the urge to vomit.

This is like Dayu's flood control, which can never be blocked. After several years of hard work, she can't bear it and die if she keeps sobbing. Her whole body, her internal organs and fingernails all over her head, and her head was dizzy.

So as soon as she saw her son come back, she couldn't wait to pounce over and start a new round of crazy sniffing.

Smelling the smell on the scalp, the fainting in her brain immediately eased. Xiuhua felt subtle in her heart, but she didn't have any extra thoughts to think, she just sucked intoxicatedly, forgot to control the strength on her hands, her tight jade arms stuck the slender neck too tight. In a few seconds, Xiaoma's little face, which had just shed a little sweat, swelled like roasted pork liver, which was simply red and black, with palm marks in the black.

Uh...Mom, Mom...Uh!

His little mouth was uh and screaming, unable to say a smooth word. He pulled his mother's forearm like iron pincers with both hands, and could not break it. He swelled up painful blood vessels on his eyes and forehead, and he became more and more breathless.

At first glance, Xiuhua tightly clamped the pony's slender neck, as if a fighter in the octagonal cage was squeezing naked. When she sucked her spleen and lungs so hard that she could see several ferocious venous blood vessels appearing on her son's forehead like poisonous insects. Only then did she notice that her son was about to be suffocated by her. She was stunned and hurriedly pulled her arms away.

Cough... Cough cough, cough cough!

Xiaoma's body softened, she lay to the side, lowered her head, with saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth, and coughed violently.

Xiuhua was at a loss, raised her arms and put them down. She was about to apologize, but the words in her mouth were interrupted by a sour breath in her stomach. She had to cover her mouth and close her eyes, and tilt her head to hold back the dirt that was about to spread to her throat.

Um... Xiaoma returned her breath with difficulty, raised her hand and pinched her painful neck, turned her mouth to look at her mother timidly, her red face was like a frightened apple egg, full of fear and panic.

The long eyelashes flashed, and tears were filled with clear eyes. He frowned and lowered his head and coughed a few times. Although he was a man, his posture at this moment was quite similar to that of the Lin Meimei written in the book, and he really looked delicate and soft. He was so beautiful.

This sad look of sad makeup also made Xiuhua feel sad. The faint light of self-blame flashed in her drunken eyes. The slender jade neck twitched lightly. She closed her lips tightly, letting go of her palm covering her mouth, and trying to gently pat her back to comfort her, but Xiaoma glanced at the slowly raised big hand, suddenly tilted her small coughing mouth, closed her eyes and shrank her head.

The villain was full of thought that his mother was going to continue to settle the score with him, and his little face was trembling and apologized quickly, Mom!I...I was wrong!

His neck shrank and shrank, and he looked like a puppy with a tail squashed. ...I really don't dare, I, I will definitely change it in the future!I will never think about lustful things again!

Woo, woo...gu.

Xiuhua's eyebrows twitched and intended to explain to her son, but her brain was dizzy and she had to close her lips tightly, lower her head and swallow her saliva. She looked up and saw the shy little mouth. She suddenly remembered the refreshing and sweetness of the previous forced kiss, which made the urge to burst out for a short time, and she couldn't help but have the idea of ​​kissing her forcing her to force her to kiss her again.

But the shackles of ethics and morality tightly held her heart, making it difficult for her to speak out.

Xiuhua knew very well that if she could end up here, she would generally explain to her son that she was drunk.

If you do it again, you will really lift your heavenly spirit cover and you can't find any suitable excuses when you look for it with a magnifying glass.

But she really missed the sweetness in her little mouth, and even further thoughts came out in her mind. She vaguely realized that once she had sex with her son, she could go straight to the pinnacle of pleasure from the abyss of pain.

The pampered medicine subtly influenced her thinking. When she recalled the awakening, she saw her son's high and bulging crotch at first sight, and a sense of inexplicable excitement flowed out in her heart. More than ten years of delusions about sex emerged from every corner of her mind. She patted her son's palm on the back and turned into caresses without realizing it.

The next moment she couldn't stop thinking. Anyway, she had kissed her, so she might as well make mistakes. Tomorrow she would say that she was drunk and could not remember anything...

…!?Xiuhua couldn't help but be shocked. Why was she thinking about these things again?

With a light shout, she quickly pressed the quarrel in her heart. When she was shy, her big hand froze and she tightly grabbed the clothes on Xiaoma's back.

Xiao Ma's eyes were closed, and his little body was at a loss, like a candle in the wind, trembling even harder.

The caress he just now made him wonder if his mother had forgiven her?

However, now he was very sure that his mother continued to settle accounts with him and was testing the strength of beating him and grasping her clothes...

Just prepare to start!!!

Ah…dead.

If possible, he hopes that mom will not slap in the face again.

Just like when I was a kid, just spanking.Even if his butt was smashed, he admitted it. After all, he deserved to be a crime.

But he waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for his mother to take action.

However, he believed in his speculation, only when it was the prelude to the coming of a storm, it was very likely that his mother was thinking about how much she had to beat herself before she could stop...

The storm was about to come and the wind filled the building. For a moment, he wanted to cut off his little brother, and from this he deeply understood how important it is to control the lower body.

If God gives him another chance, he will never have any inappropriate thoughts about his mother.There are so many AVs, anime and novels to watch, why can’t I think so and I have to go to climb my mother’s bed?

It was like a lantern before his death, the voice, appearance and smile of AV actresses flashed in front of him. He felt a brief sense of peace as if he had returned to the light, and then continued to shrink into a ball, waiting for his mother's iron palm in endless annoyance...