Chapter 9 Every inch of Mom's Body

When I woke up the next day, it was noon, and the sun shone through the window on my face.The mother next to her was no longer there, and there were only a few strands of her long hair on the pillow.

I pinched a long hair and put it on the end of my nose and smelled my mother's smell. A smile appeared on my face. I still felt like I was dreaming when I recalled the absurdity of last night.

Mom~ I shouted at the top of my throat.

Alas, come out to have a meal soon after you wake up.

When I put on my clothes and walked out of the room, there were already four dishes on the dining table that I opened one by one, braised pork, leeks and eggs, yam and okra.

Just as I was drooling, my mother walked in with a steaming steamed bun, and looked at me with a doting look, seeing if the food was cold, seeing that you were sleeping heavily, and I couldn't bear to call you.

It's not cold, it's delicious. My mother treats me so well. Why did I fry four dishes today?I picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dishes and delivered them to my mouth.

It would be nice to have a meal every day in rural areas for 12 years, let alone four.

My mother is a little shy, just think that today is a special day... these are all for nourishing the body.

Looking at my mother's gentle and shy appearance, a strong sense of happiness filled my heart, and I couldn't help but reach out and touched my mother's thigh.

Another surprise was that my mother's body stiffened and her face became unnatural.

At that time, I was just a young man who had just broken down. I had just experienced absurdity for one night and was quite sensitive to new ways of getting along. I felt a little disappointed when I saw my mother's obviously unwilling expression.

He withdrew his hand and lowered his head to eat.

My mother saw my expression and wanted to say something but stopped several times, but she didn't say anything after all.

After dinner, I returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed and couldn't figure it out. It was obvious that I was like that last night, why would I feel unhappy if I touched her thigh today?

Women are indeed fickle.

When I was thinking about it so randomly, my mother had already packed up the dishes and pushed the door open. Looking at me being furious on the bed, I felt helpless, and sat on the bed and took my hand.

Mom wants to talk to you.

I nodded, wanting to hear what she said.

Ningning, you have to understand mom. It was a shame for me to do something like that with you yesterday... But mom is still your mom, and I still can't overcome that hurdle in my heart. Do you know that if we do this, neither mother nor mother can live...

I became more and more unhappy when I heard her say this, and I felt like I was abandoned all the time. At that age, the post-90s generation, was in the stage when their thoughts were gradually mature and they were eager for independence. They were very resistant to the various rules and dogmas of adults and did not agree with her words.

What do others think about the affairs between us mother and son?

Mom sighed when she saw me, even if we both care, where is your dad?

My heart skipped a beat. During this period, I was blinded by desire and subconsciously didn't think of my father. Now my mother mentioned it and I couldn't escape it anymore. The strong sense of guilt made me lower my head.

My dad was a little taciturn, but he has always been a good father. When I was with my biological mother, he was still wandering outside to work and earn money for this family.

Mom stroked my face gently and said earnestly: Mom means that although we did that, only the two of us know that Mom is older and doesn’t care about anything else, and you can’t care about your dad, but you can’t, you are still young, do you understand?

I nodded, feeling very uncomfortable, and secretly scolded myself for being blinded by desire.

Is it okay if my mom will still be your mom in the future?Mom hopes you can still see me like you did before...

I was anxious and was about to say something, but my mother blocked her mouth with her fingers.

I know what you want to say, mom doesn’t mean that. We are like before during the day, and at night... we all follow you at night, okay?

I was relieved, Mom, I promise you.

Mom also breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had put down a thought, she smiled and said, "Do your homework quickly, don't forget that you have to fulfill your wishes for your mother and go to college to take a look."

I nodded solemnly.

I spent the whole day studying attentively. When I remembered my mother’s hardships in her student days, I felt a strong sense of responsibility. I must go to college for my mother to take a look.

It was not until night fell that my mother called me for dinner and was very satisfied with my attitude towards studying today.

After dinner, I looked at my gentle and virtuous mother and said: Mom, it's dark...

My mother gave me a blank look, and she was so cute. At that moment, I actually saw the girlish feeling on her face.

My mother was still a little uncomfortable with my scorching gaze. Is there anything good to look at? I’m old.

Mom is just beautiful and has always been the most beautiful woman in my mind.I have a heart.

My mother is a woman who loves beauty very much. My dad has never been willing to let her go to work in the fields over the years, so her skin has always been pretty good and her figure has been well maintained. After hearing what I praise, my eyes are full of love.

I went to the room and waited, and my mother would come in a while.

I held back the excitement in my heart, returned to the room and took off my clothes happily, with my dick standing upright.

There is such a benefit between mother and son. After breaking through that boundary, there will be no sense of shame. That is the mother who gave birth to me and raised me. She has never seen her. What's so shy about?

Before she could wait a while, she saw her mother pushing the door open. At this time, she changed into a nightgown with two buttons on her chest, revealing a large piece of snow-white.

After entering the door, I was a little panicked when I saw me holding a gun and waiting for battle. I turned my head slightly, and a blush spread from her side to her neck.

Seeing this, I was impatient. I reached out and pulled her down on my mother's cry, wrapped her around her waist, and pressed her mouth on her...

Wait, turn off the light...

I don’t want to turn off the lights. To be honest, I haven’t looked at my mother’s body well for many years. The first two times were either dark or in a turbulent mood and I didn’t appreciate it well.

Seeing that I had no intention of turning off the lights, my mother wanted to reach out to turn off. I turned over and pressed my mother under her body, and pulled her chest open with force.

Sure enough, I didn't wear underwear.

I sat up on my mother and looked at her body like I admired a work of art.

My mother's skin is even better than her face and neck. She is fair and rosy, and she feels like a layer of brilliance under the light, holy and beautiful.

My mother became more shy under my hot gaze. She covered her arms in front of her chest and turned her face with her eyes closed.

Mom, please turn off the lights...

Mom, let me take a good look at your body.

Mom is embarrassed... As she said that, she wanted to raise her hand to touch the switch again.

I held her wrist and pressed it on the pillow, lowered my head and kissed it. I just raised my other hand and then held it down.

Seeing my mother's hands being held down by me, she couldn't help but kiss her more violently when she looked shy and let me pick them up.

My mother's teeth were easily pried open by me, and her tongue became entangled.

After a while, my mother kissed her and her breathing was rapid. I saw that my mother stopped turning off the lights and kissed her along her chin.

It was not until I put my mother's small breasts in my hand and put the small purple grape in my mouth that my mother moaned. She obviously felt her body tense and her hand pressed my head.

Why is my mother so sensitive?... I teased.

My mother's eyes were blurred. No one had eaten my milk these years... I was very sensitive when I was young, and I often itchy when I was eating...

When I was a child, I got my mother wet?

After I finished speaking, I tried to imitate the oral skills described in the novel, and slowly twist and wipe and pick it up, and practice oral skills.

The breathing in my mother's mouth had turned into a shallow moan, her body became hotter and hotter, and she was holding my arms more and more forcefully.

Give it to mom, mom wants it.

Now I am like a boy who discovered a new world. How can I give up exploring and resist the desire and continue to lick my mother's nipples.If your mother likes her son, she will serve her well.

After a while, my mother tightened her whole body, then she loosened her mouth, and gasped, and the cock placed between her legs felt the dampness and heat.

I didn't expect that this would make my mother ejaculate, which made me feel a little proud, so I reluctantly let go of my mother's breasts.

My mother's breasts are not big or straight. She is already in her forties and her breasts are still a little loose.

But this is still my favorite. When I put my mother's nipples into my mouth, I feel physical and mental peace. Perhaps this is the instinct of human beings originated from babies and naturally like mother's nipples.

Mom closed her eyes, and there was already a layer of fine beads of sweat on her face.

After spitting out the grapes, my tongue continued to slide down my mother's body.

When I scratched my mother's lower abdomen, I felt a rough touch from the tip of my tongue. When I raised my head, I saw stretch marks like ripples on my mother's lower abdomen.

I reached out to touch the stretch marks, which were all traces I used to be in her belly, and now this body that gave birth to me was being pressed under me, and this sense of fate made me feel quite moved.

Isn't it ugly?

Mom noticed my movements and looked down at me and asked.

Not ugly at all, it is the most beautiful medal.I said sincerely, then stuck out my tongue and licked my mother's stretch marks inch by inch, looking at my mother affectionately.

The desire in my mother's eyes had all faded, and her eyes were hazy. She stroked my head with love. At this moment, she regained her mother's glory.

But she didn't know that this maternal brilliance was more of a catalyst for desire to me.

I stroked my tongue down and licked my mother's thick pubic hair. When I was about to lick it down, my mother clamped her legs and fixed my head there.

Don't...dirty.

It's not dirty, mom doesn't bother me.

You don't understand, women's underneath are dirty than men's, I didn't take a shower...

Seeing that my mother was still squeaming, I tried to spread my mother's thighs apart and licked it up in one bite. The thick pubic hair spread on my cheeks, furry and wet.

The sudden stimulation made my mother's legs suddenly clamp, and a long and ecstatic moan came from her mouth.

Mom, has no one licked you?

My mother was dressed in rough clothes, and she was all bad guys...Who played with these...Ah...

My tongue stroked her labia as she spoke.

I raised my face slightly and carefully observed the beginning of my life.

My mother has two dark red labia. I had seen a lot of pornographic films at that time, to be precise, it should be called yellow discs. At that time, smart phones were not popular yet. Most pornographic films were CDs, and they were mainly European and American. There were also Hong Kong third-level films, with few uncensored Japanese and Koreans.

My mother's pussy is different from that of Europe and America. To be honest, it's a bit ugly in my eyes, and it's still dark around me.

But I don’t mind, this is where I was born, so what if I’m beautiful? This is the reason why my son doesn’t like his mother to be ugly.

I gently pushed away my mother's wet labia, revealing the narrow and wrinkled flesh wall inside, poked out my tongue and licked it in, and the touch of the wrinkled inside my mother's pussy came from my tongue.

My mother didn't lie to me. It really tasted a little, it was not very strong.It was sticky, it was my mother's vaginal fluid, and it was a bit salty.

My mother's body trembled again, and I accelerated the movement of my tongue, and my mother's body twisted like a snow-white silkworm pupa.

Come... Get up quickly...

My mother's suppressed voice was still late. A large stream of liquid gushed out of the hole and poured into my mouth. Some were sprayed out from the tip of my mouth, passing through the dense pubic hair and sprayed on my face, hot and sticky.

My mother twitched twice, and the vaginal fluid finally stopped gushing, flowing like a spring.

This also subverted my understanding of sex, as if my mother had a lot of water every time, which was different from those pornographic films.

My mother's small breasts were up and down, so she started to do it, held up my face, and said with some distress: Is it dirty or not, I can't bear to let you do this.

I still had some mother's vaginal fluid in my mouth, feeling the stickiness and salty taste on the tip of my tongue, and then slowly swallowed it.

Why did you swallow?

Didn’t my mother swallow me yesterday?The things in my mother's body are not dirty.

The tenderness in my mother's eyes became more and more intense. She held my face in front of her and stuck out her tongue to lick the vaginal fluid on my face.

I also saw the tears hanging on my mother's chin, and she stuck out her tongue and licked it down. It was salty and saltier than the vaginal fluid.

Mom, I want it... I whispered.

Mom lay down gently, come on, son, I want mom, it’s worth it if mom dies.

This time, I found the position with my cock, inserted it deeply, and reached the end, then buried it in my mother's chest and started thrusting violently.

This time, my mother's pussy became more muddy and lubricated. The desire that had been suppressed for a long time reached its peak. After dozens of strokes, she became a little more likely.

After I ejaculated, I still lay on my mother's body and didn't want to pull out my dick because I knew it wouldn't be soft.

Mom, I want to change to another position.

Although my mother looked a little tired, she still looked at me pamperedly, just like you...

I asked my mother to stick out her butt and thrust into her bloody mouth from behind again.

At this angle, you can see my mother's smooth spine, round buttock arc, and the hole where my mother sucked and spitted my cock.

Mom, how does this feel?

Well... it's deeper...you can get faster...

I seemed to have received great encouragement and started thrusting quickly like a pile driver.Mom lowered her hair and let out a slight moan.

This time lasted for more than ten minutes, which gave me the urge to ejaculate again, but I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly.

Mom, I'm tired, can you change it to the top?

My mother looked back at me and saw that I was already sweating, and felt a little distressed, so she crawled onto me obediently.

I looked at my mother from bottom to top with a scorching gaze. The mother from this angle is more beautiful, and the pair of snow-white little rabbits are also more cute.

My mother half-squatted and helped my erect cock into her pussy, then clumsyly moved up and down.

Judging from my mother's appearance, I knew that she must have rarely or even never used this posture. Yes, the wild men she looked for were all farmers, so I'm afraid she knew how to fuck her, and probably she didn't have much fun.

I tried to imitate the movements in the porn film, holding my mother's waist with both hands, and thrusting it one by one.

As expected, the frequency of the time was much faster, and my mother slowly found the rhythm and started to move hard.

Why is the little bad guy so good? Have you ever played with women?

No, mom is the first one, they all went to school with pornographic films...

My mother moved on it for more than ten minutes, sweating profusely and panting, which made me feel a little distressed, but there was no urge to ejaculate below.

Mom can’t do it anymore, why don’t I blow it out for you?

I felt a little distressed, after all, she was old and her physical strength was incomparable to me, a strong guy.

OK, mom, you should blow well, don’t just suck and spit, your tongue is also more flexible, and you should not touch the glans, it is very uncomfortable...

Although my mother's oral sex experience was exciting, the real experience was not that good.

Mom looked at me resentfully and said, "It's up to you, Mom practices hard."

Then I saw my mother swallowing my cock in with a serious look.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed it carefully, but I felt that something was missing visually, so I continued to stare at my mother. My mother was still a little shy when I was staring at her, so I focused on blowing her.

Gradually, my mother became better and better, and the feeling from her dick became more and more comfortable. My mother also taught herself to gently knead my balls with her hands.

I reached out and grabbed my mother's chest, and gradually felt something, suppressing and urging my mother: Hurry up...

My mother also knew that I was coming soon, so she accelerated the speed and hit a lot of throughput.

Finally, I felt my thighs tighten and my brain heated up. I turned over and pressed my mother under my body, and inserted it from top to bottom. The glans clearly felt the feeling of pushing across my mother's palate and pushing her throat.

My mother heard the sound of dry retching, and I didn't care much about it. A violent impact ejected.

My mother's face turned red, her tears came out, and she kept swallowing her throat.

My cock was deeply pressed against my mother's throat and shook it, and I ejaculated the last drop before pulling it out.

I felt a little distressed when I saw my mother coughing violently, and said guiltily: Sorry, I can't help it...

Mom wiped the corners of her eyes and looked gentle. It’s okay, son, just be comfortable.

This made me feel warm. There will never be any woman in this world who treats me like this.

That night, my mother and I hugged each other like a hot-faced couple, saying a lot of things and making an appointment to try more. As we were talking, my cock became harder again, but I felt a little sorry for my mother and didn't want to worry about her. I just inserted my cock into her pussy, feeling my mother's intimate wrapping, and fell asleep deeply.

I had many more dreams that night. In the dream, I tried various poses in pornographic films and those perverted ways to play...