Chapter 4

Hah Hah Ah…I am a huhu kid… I panting and muttering to myself.

Mom's right hand was still exploring, she was measuring my penis length and stroked and moved along those lengths.

My mother pinched my testicles with her left hand and then lifted them up.

Have I scared you?Mom asked in my ear.

I'm about to have an accident.I gasped and replied.

My mother's hands firmly control my penis.If my life depends on it, I can't ejaculate.

Let's not... fuck it too much... Mom also gasped and said to her.

I've never done this with a woman... I said breathlessly....I don't know what is urgent...What is not urgent.

My baby is still a little virgin.Mom said with a tired voice.

Your baby is still... your child.I said gasping.

I was worried that my mother was not as sober as I thought, and I didn't want her to do something that made her regret and then hated herself.

Mom knew that she couldn't control her, and she moaned.

All of this confuses me so much!I know this is wrong, but my mother wants it too much.All night I just want to hold you, kiss you, love you... be fucked hard by you!

I got it, my breathing was completely unstoppable. I was like this all night, just looking at you.

So hard?Mom held my penis.

Yes!I gasped.

Turn off the pan, Mai Mai, my mother's voice sounded in my ears.I'm not hungry at all.

OK... I almost choked up.

My mother's hands were still sliding inside my shorts, so I had to turn off the power of the electric cooker.

Oh, I don't want to let go.Mom said mom.

casual.I complained a little.

I have to be so willful.Mom said.

I understand, I gasp.I know mom just wants to do the right thing now.

My mother's hand finally slipped out of my shorts and I let out a sharp sigh of relief.

I realize I've been trying to hold my breath as much as possible, most of the time.

I only borrowed a small amount of air to say a few words, leaving more words wandering around my chest, looking for a way out.

I felt like I was being turned around until my mother and I were close to her breasts.

I felt her breasts brushing across my chest, her lips as close to mine.

I didn't want to stop, Mai Mai said mutely.I just had to let you go to do this.

My mother knelt down and, roughly, didn't even allow me to think too much, so she forced my boxers to my knees.

My penis, probably harder than any moment in my life, was stuck with the boxers, pulled it off with pain, and then jumped out happily, slapped upwards loudly on my abdomen.

Although I never boast about it, I don't think it can be much smaller than Phil's dick.

When it stopped shaking, it pointed almost straight upward, as if glaring at my mother’s face.

But my mother's face is no longer on it.Mom's face was there, next to my Woodpecker.I could feel my mother's eager breathing on my skin, the temperature of hot flashes.

It's bigger than the last time I saw it.Mom's sincerely happy tone.

I suddenly wanted to laugh.My body even wants to laugh, but it takes some of my muscle tissue to relax, and every muscle in my body is now as stiff as my penis.

What a nice view!Mom said with a scorching breath.Reach her hand and grab it.

The hand I used to treat roughly on the easel earlier that night now held my cock tightly again, mom pulling it until it aimed at her face.

The panic kept me holding my breath because I realized I was about to portray my mother in another way…outside the art lab.

I was about to spray white pigment on her face.

Mother!My throat even makes a giggle.

Mom raised her head and looked at me with deep meaning.It seemed as if a speechless communication was going on.

sure.My mother seemed to encourage me like this.

This should be what people have said about being in tune with each other.

My mother didn't stop me, but grabbed my penis and stroked it a few times.

I had already felt the sweet and painful sensation of the prelude of ejaculation, and the squirting burst in a moment; I stretched out my arms and slapped madly on both sides of my body, and it looked ridiculously like a demented big stupid bird.

But I can't do it because my dick is very uncomfortable.

My mother's kneeling body simply leaned forward, opened her mouth, and skillfully peeled my foreskin backwards.

Later, when my semen happily jumped into this world, my mother had completely sealed the top of my penis in her own mouth.

Or I ejaculated my semen into my mother's mouth, just like it happened, but it happened like this... Mom's cheeks were sunken, she gently sucked my penis, and I heard it, instead of seeing her swallowing sound.

Maybe in less than a minute, I went from virginity to…well, okay, something else.

Because I didn't complete this eruption in a woman's vagina; but I got my first oral sex in my life...just so.

My stiff muscles suddenly sagged and I had to grab the edge of the counter to avoid folding and falling on the floor.

My mother raised her head, her big eyes full of energy looked at me, on her beautiful face.

She was smiling.

A small drop of white and thick semen remained on the corner of her mouth...that was mine...dripping.

She gently wiped it with her fingers as her mother stood up.

Come with me... Mom said that her voice was hoarse. At this moment, is her heart trying hard to suppress her messy thoughts?

She held my hand and pulled me.

I staggered a little, but as the force of my mother's pull flowed into my legs, I barely stood firm.

I had to stagger because my boxers were still tripping on my knees, limiting my ability to take a full step.

When I clearly realized that my mother was taking me toward her bedroom, I pulled her.

I fully realize that I just experienced the hardest, most satisfying, most energetic orgasm of my life.

If I were based on my past experience, my little brother would not be so active for most of the rest of my time, and I'm afraid it would be softer for the rest of tonight.

I can't do it.I gasped in pain.

Mom stopped and turned to face me.

No, you can... sleep with me.

I got it, my mother thought I wanted to stop because of moral reasons.

I think you defeated my Woodpecker.I gasped and explained that I had to clarify the real reason.

It has been a long time since then, Mom said, her voice almost returned to her usual tone of speaking. I clearly remember that your dad can regroup in a short time.I believe you will soon be able to regain your strength.

How magical this is, beyond reality!

Just ten minutes ago, my mother was still worried about the direction she was inclined.

However, for me, the situation is different.

Strictly speaking, I am a big boy who has just grown up, and I don’t think I am a man in that sense.

But this does not prevent my desire to have sex with a woman, even if this woman is my mother.

In fact, from the time I started to develop sexual desire for my mom, I have developed some of my own views on the perception behind this behavior of incest.

A large percentage of men do not have that interest in intercourse with their mothers.

It turns out that its existence is really black or white.

A man either thinks his mother is sexy or doesn't.

There is no middle part between love and not love, no ambiguous connection in the cache area, and it is clearly distinguished.

On the other hand, most men would choose a woman with many of his mother’s traits to marry, which does seem to be true.

Of course, all of this is based on rumoral anecdotes, but it seems to me.

However, now all my mother's doubts have disappeared.

Whether she rationalized the behavior of incest in her mind, or she overcame some of the last psychological obstacles in the behavior of sperm sucking from my testicles, she has now straightened out the matter of mother-son incest for her.

She has also made her own decisions, and the relationship between us mother and son has changed dramatically in the last few minutes.

My mother and I came to the door of her room, and she let me go and shook off her robe.

Her robe was wearing nothing.

In this way, the female model I once longed for and dreamed of stood there, standing calmly in her bedroom, waiting willingly and nakedly...

The atmosphere filled with lust is so beautiful that it is not as real as it is real.

A trace of worry suddenly emerged in my heart and suddenly grabbed me.

What if I messed up?

What should I do if my mother wakes up tomorrow and regrets and hates herself and can’t extricate herself?

Mother!I said, maybe it was too loud.

Mom looked at me.

Are you sure you are sober?

Give me some tolerance and let me go here.

I feel like I'm thrown into the plot of some science fiction series, maybe I'm entering another dimension.

As far as clear thinking is concerned, I am not at my best.

My brain just threw out what I was worried about.

It's almost the same.Mom said.

Now, in my own mind that is dulled by alcohol, there are two different explanations that can be taken to answer this question.

One way of saying it was that my mom’s intention to take me to her bedroom and strip her clothes had nothing to do with sex.

Instead, maybe she was going to wear some other clothes and ask me for advice on whether she thought she looked good to wear.

Or she planned to take a shower and asked me to guard the door.

Maybe she wanted to teach me how to knit sweaters.

This may mean that she is not drunk enough to have a full mother-son incest.

On the other hand, it could also mean she was so drunk that she was going to do something she thought (or later thought) was stupid.

This may mean that she drank enough alcohol in her stomach that her rational thinking was completely suppressed and she was completely unaware of what she was doing.

At this moment, the mother was already lying on the bed, posing in the usual pose she used in the lab, placing one of her pillows under her armpits to convey which of these meanings.

Her fingers, instead of placing them on her abdomen, began to press and rub her bulging vulva.

My mother's vulva was fluorescent, and her fingers began to shine as she rubbed against her own vagina.

Come here, Mai Mai.Mom said softly.

I looked down at my weak cock.I am willing in my heart, but my masculinity has abandoned me.

I can't.I said struggling.

come over!Mom ordered coldly.

I was a little more awake and I thought it would be a very stupid sign if I left my boxers in place.

I bent down, took my panties off to the edge of my ankle, and gently kicked it away.

I climbed onto my mother's bed.

She waved her hand and let me lie beside her, but she had no intention of letting me touch her body.

So, I naturally put on a similar position to my mother, but I didn't have the nerve to reach out to take another pillow and lean it against my armpit.

Because I didn't know what I should do next, I had to look at my mother and wait to follow her next instructions.

Mai Mai, she said softly.As a mother, I don't want to hurt you.

I was not hurt, I said.I blinked.My Woodpecker doesn't want to start work now, but I think it will get better eventually.

Mom smiled.

I hope all this is the result of the joint efforts of our mother and son.What’s important is that no matter what happens between us, it’s the right thing to do… For us, if there’s a little bit of overthrow, we also need to learn to forgive it and forgive ourselves.

Yes, I answered a little carelessly.

My mother didn't blink. She kept looking at me intently. My carelessness was hiding my panic. I knew I was approaching the brink of danger.

I've never really talked to you about your father.Mom said.

I leaned back.

Where did this come from?

I leaned naked here, facing the most beautiful naked woman in the world.

I even guessed that the smell of my semen was still in the mouth of this beautiful and sexy woman, and now she wanted to talk about this?

And this woman has always been so secretive that she absolutely avoided.

The reason why I suddenly mentioned him to you now is because this man once brought me great pain and he seriously hurt me. Mom finished speaking.

She fell into a state of pause, her eyes no longer paid attention to me, and she was a little lost, as if she was recalling the past.

I don’t know what I have to say at this time. I think I can’t get into the mouth of what my mother said, so the best response is to keep me silent.

...I used to be so crazy for him, my mother broke the silence and continued on this topic.

I always thought he felt the same way.I only now understand that he is just enjoying my body. All he wants is sex, but at that time I was blinded by my own feelings... blinded my eyes and my heart!

I have always empathized with your experience mom, and I am sorry I am the child of that man.I don’t think I can remain silent all the time. I should give my mother some small comfort when it is appropriate, even if there is no substantial help.

I know!Mom said disdainfully.

...Okay, the reason I mentioned this man is because there are other profound meanings.Maybe what I really want to tell you will be hard to accept...

You and I have long talked about everything, and there is no secret. You have even said that it is a matter of mother-son love that goes against human ethics. You just said it to me. Mom, what else do you think is something I can't accept?

... From childhood to adulthood, you must think of your mother as a dignified, cautious, and very conservative woman, but this is just a superficial illusion.This is the first time that my mother confesses her feelings to you like this, but don’t be sad about it, because this is not to deceive you, this is the disguise that my mother presents to everyone to protect herself from the same harm.What I want you to know now is that your mom loves sex, too.Your mom loves everything that the man did to her in sex, and…and that man has excellent sex skills.He also has a long lasting endurance and explosiveness, and he likes to increase the experience of sex in different ways.

Before this, I was still wondering why my mother suddenly told me this.

Through the thoughts my mother said just now, I remember how easy and casually she put my penis in her mouth when my penis was erect.

But in the end he disappointed me.Mom said.

This is the most understatement of this century, it seems empty and a little boring. I feel it so.

Since then I can no longer trust men, Mom continues.

...But I still want to feel...those sexual desires...that man once made me feel.This desire for demand never disappeared in my heart; but I no longer had the extra courage to trust another man, so that I often... to relieve my desire.I had to use...some method, other measures.

My mother's conversation is so comfortable.

I was not asked to do anything, just lie on my side as a patient listener, which I was completely able to do, so I relaxed in this state.

Also because I focused on my mother's narrative, I also ignored her naked body, which was very helpful to me.

Seeing my mother's face as usual, I acted closer to normal.

What method?I didn't realize there was something offense.

Mom stared at my eyes.

I have some messy collections similar to men's alternatives, and I'm sure you must know that they are called adult toys.

The pictures I saw accidentally on the Internet flashed through my mind.

The only little impression they give me is that there is no fixed shape, which also means that I cannot clearly see a certain woman's face or body.

However, in all these pictures, an oversized dildo appears, usually either next to a grinning (different) face or inserted into the vagina of a very full female.

All right.I whispered with my head tilted.

These are what I can accept… Until now, the way to comfort… Mom said, her voice was soft and I could hardly hear it.

Then my mother seemed to clear her throat, and her voice became louder and raised a little.

Now I found a man I can really trust, a man who will never abandon me at any time... a man I have loved deeply and wholeheartedly.

Not an illusion.The moment my mother said it, I felt my penis twitch and somehow, I just knew it was working hard and trying to harden again.

I don't want to... hurt... that person, mom said, but I really want to have sex with him.

I?This is the sound of rushing out from deep in my throat.

There was a dramatic change on my mother's face.At that moment she showed a very disgusting expression.

Of course it was you, mom scolded him.The question is, what do you want?

At this time, a feeling surged into my heart.

It is difficult to describe in words.

It feels hot and cold at the same time.

It was horror and joy that were intertwined.

There are longing expectations and panic about unknown good and misfortunes.

I cannot effectively use language to express its complexity.

I can't describe it effectively now, either.

I think my mind is back to an unconventional reaction, but this unconventional reaction is supported incredibly enthusiastic.

My heart pounded vigorously.

I love you.I said.

I know.Mom said patiently.

No, I mean I really love you.I expressed excitedly, with great joy.I won't be hurt!

Are you sure?Mom asked.

I nodded, like a doll who only nods... like an idiot.

Oh, Mai Mai, Mom sighed deeply.

Then she leaned forward and kissed me.

I can talk about later... well... family talks (Mom's later habit is that when she wants to have sex hornyly, she will announce: I think we need a family talks activity.) Very detailed and impressively detailed and accurate description.

However, the first sex with my mother was like being in the depths of a fog. Through the smoke, I could only vaguely try to distinguish some sporadic paragraphs and light spots in the process that happened.

It feels like a building burning violently, but you try to break in and search for it, as weird as unreasonable.

I think I'm in an overload state of sensory overload.

But I will do my best to list all the things I remember.

There are many kisses, long wet kisses.

The tongue and tongue are lingering and lingering.

When the Yu Po Yunhun is in love with selflessness, the bodies that are close to each other are as if they want to integrate into each other's skin blood.

I touched every inch of my mother's skin, even the secrets that I once thought I could never explore in my whole life.

My mother sucked me again, this time just to make me pull it up as hard as possible. The greasy feeling brought by my mother's gentle mouth to my penis made me unable to control myself... Soon my mother pulled me down with a delicate and greasy sound. I was like a dull puppet, endured the huge waves brought by the joy, and directly patted me fainted on my mother's naked body like a white ocean. I remember the strongest feeling was the heat brought by my mother's labia love muscles and the greasy surrounding my penis, but I couldn't push my penis to the depths of my mother's heart. My inability to make her have a high sexual desire and wander between being tepid.

I had to be impatient and reckless, which made my mother gently rub my hands and the small water droplets that condensed on my shoulders and back due to sweating. She also kept attaching them to my ears and whispered: Slow down... Your father can work on my mother four times a night... You can also ask for it as much as possible... Taste my mother slowly... Slow down... I remember I ejaculated more than once but I don't remember the details.

I remember sucking my mother's nipples, and her moans told me how happy she was.

I remember that I was exhausted, my mother hugged me tightly in her arms, and I could smell the fragrance of her hair.

I remember lying in bed with her when I woke up.

Of course, we are not even dressed yet.

I got an erection, but that was just a morning erection, and I emptyed my bladder and it disappeared.

When I came out of the bathroom, my mother was sitting up from the bed, her hair was messy and rubbing her eyes.

But she looks so beautiful.

She looked at me and smiled powerlessly.

We may have done a little overdoing last night and are not following the rules.She sighed.

I stared at her.

My lower back hurts a little.Mom said.

oh.

I don't know how Phil is, but you might be able to compete with him.

This is a bit incredible.

But in such a scenario, it seems normal.

The world changed overnight, and it was obvious that my mother was working hard to clean up the mess and continue to return to her usual state of life.

I walked to the bed and stood there.

I love you very much.I said, kneeling on one knee.

Mom's expression seemed to be relieved.

I'm very happy.She said.

I love everything that happens, sex with mom.After I finished speaking, I frowned.I remember what happened.

I took advantage of you, mom said with a frown.

You've been drinking.You are too young to drink, Mai Mai.I know, but I still let you do it because at that time I was already thinking about it, and I was thinking all over my mind, what I would do to you after we get home.

You got me drunk and took advantage of me, I muttered.I put the back of my hands on my forehead and pretended to be sleepy.what do I do?I said in a tone of lament.

This is not a joke, Mai Mai.What happened last night was taboo.As far as I know, it may even be illegal.If you don't remember, it's because you've drunk too much, maybe I really took advantage of you!

This is not the problem, I said.The problem is that it's like having to deal with ten subjects at the same time.There are too many test questions that I have to memorize, and I can't master them all at all.

oh?Mom's eyes emitted a bright look, she said.OK, from now on, we will only learn one homework test question at a time, okay?

I swear, my little brother became harder in front of my mother again.It was still sagging in the first minute, and the next minute it was moving closer to her.

You are really your father's son.Mom said.

But I'm a mess now.I need a shower.I think you know how to deal with this problem, right?Mom pointed a finger at my little brother.

I know several ways now.I said shamelessly.

You have to use a method that doesn't involve me, Mom said.I'm going to see a house for sale at 10 o'clock.

... My mouth was a curse, but I didn't say anything.Then I complained again.Frustrated again!

Mom stood up, naked and exposed.

I looked and found a dry mark on the inner side of her thigh, which was clear evidence that we had sex.

I had sex with this woman and seemed to have done it for most of the night.

My mother walked towards me and gave me a loose hug.

don’t worry.You don't have to deal with the uncomfortable swelling and pain yourself in the future.

No one would believe how difficult it was to keep my hands away from my penis at the time.

At least by the time my mom has entered the bathroom, my pre-ejaculation is still spilling.

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Similarly, if this is one of the stories you see in Loft Magazine, it will describe us having sex every day, sleeping together like a newlywed couple, constantly having sex, like walking in a castle in the clouds.

Everything was as beautiful as a pie falling from the sky, but it wasn't the case at all.

My mother went to see the house and some jobs were busy, so I went to the library to write papers and had my boring studies.

Usually before I get home, my mother has finished her work for a day and stayed at home.

When I asked how my mom’s work was going, I got her hug as usual, and mom said it seemed like the deal was promising, but other than that, mom acted as if nothing had happened.

However, I could tell that everything was fine; that was my intuition.

My mother showed no traces of doubt or apology from what had happened, so I had nothing to worry about.

Someone has created a video game software that aims to teach fire science students to target water flow (or foam) to extinguish fires, and how to search for survivors in dark, smoke-filled buildings.

The interesting part is that if you do it improperly, the characters in the game will be forgotten.

I don't mean that it's fun to die in the game.

I mean when you pass a level of difficulty and don't die any of them, you will feel a sense of pride.

Everyone in the Fire Science project gets a copy of the game that you can run on your laptop.

I played for a while, and then I smelled the scent of delicious food, and walked to the kitchen curiously to see what was being cooked.

The result is lasagna and garlic bread.

There are also green beans as a combination.

So my mother and I sat down and had supper in the kitchen.

We have a dining room, but it will only be used when others are there.

During dinner, I found that my mother was distracted, as if she was thinking about something.

After dinner, when I was cleaning up the kitchen, my mother said seriously: You know, what we did last night was the reason why I ended up pregnant with you.

I thought my mother was just talking casually about how my birth happened outside of the plan.

Rodney had never used a condom with me, and mom said, her eyes began to lose focus and became dim.

He said if my love for him was true love, there would be no need for condoms and these annoying trash.

These words were said by the person who raped you?I asked.

Mom's eyes were clear.

At that time, I didn't realize it was a rape, my mother said.

Several other girls were there at that time, and helped him.I mistakenly thought it was a cheerleader's enlistment ceremony or something else.Later, he apologized to me and said that he loved me very much and he could not survive without me. At that time, I chose to believe him.

If I could meet him today, I would definitely kick him hard in the butt, I said angrily.

If you weren't sent to jail for such an act, I would enjoy you doing it, Mom admitted.

At least that's what I thought before I realized he was responsible for you.I will never be unhappy about your birth.You grew up, you have grown up to what I hope he has, and what I hope he should be, you have achieved it all.

Do you know how he did later?I asked.

I know, mom said.He attended law school.His father is a lawyer.He is now a highly paid criminal defense attorney in Boston.

Then what is his surname?I asked.

Mom smiled at me slightly.

That's something that only I know, not what you should know, and you never want to know.Just become a firefighter, be a good person in your future in life, and be conscientious and responsible for your work.

So, what should I do now?I had to ask because my little brother was in a state of trouble.

What to do now?Mom asked back.

What are we doing tonight?

My mother's eyes looked at me made my bird eggs wrinkle in a panic.

I don't want what we have to be reduced to ordinary.What we do becomes commonplace.Because this is too special and not suitable for that.

What does this mean?I asked.

Meaning I can boycott you most of the time, Mom said.On Friday night, after I pose for you, I suspect I can’t control myself at all.

Yet you are posing for a lot more people than me.I said.

This possibility was only true at the beginning when I went to the lab as a model, Mom replied, but from now on I only pose for you.Everyone else is just voyeur.

This makes you happy.Haha smile.

But you are more restrained than me and have much more control than me.

I know this very well, mom said.You are a man after all.You should date girls of the same age, Mai Mai.

I'm not very good at this, I said.It always makes me and the other person very embarrassed.

Well, well, I'm not the right person to advise you on dates, Mom said.Maybe I can ask Maureen to give you some tips.

This is not a good idea for me.I said.

Why refuse?

Because she has the same beautiful and sexy body as you are as good as your mother, I said frankly.

On the weekend night of my first art class, I found that the naked female model was my always dignified and elegant mother... In addition to being shocked, my lust was also completely aroused. At that time, I tried to divert my sight. What I thought of was Mrs. Gaskil. I put my mind... I wanted to have sex with you, mom, and that was a flash of moment.I vented all the fantasies of this unspeakable moment, the subsequent violent impact, on Maureen's back, and she had to put on her round butt.

The first night to copy painting?Mom asked confused questions.

Yes.The words have already been said, and I have nothing to defend myself.

Do you want...that...first night?

Just like what mom you said, I... am also a man.

Don't make any idea of ​​Maureen, Mr. Maime.

I plan to do so, especially because of the demands Phil now made on Mrs. Gaskil, right to dominate her body.

Phil better not tell her that he is possessing and dominating her crazy words, even if they are his boastful self-taught after drinking.Mom continued.

Maureen would cut off his legs from his knees.

Sorry, what I just said was a joke.Phil didn't brag about the matter between him and Maureen, I said with apologies.

On the contrary, this time he was completely different from his attitude towards other women.I think Maureen has absolutely real control over him.

Maureen liked him, and her mother said to me.Maureen also said that under Phil's rude words and deeds, he had a sensitive, sad, caring heart.

I think most of us are like this, I continue.

Only a sensitive and caring person can be excited and happy for the old lady or little girl to rescue a cat from the tree.

That's just a myth.My mom scoffed at this and had a prejudice.

not at all.We've heard a whole lecture on community non-standard support.Scholars say this is necessary because it balances the fact that we sometimes cannot save people's lives and property from fires.

You're kidding.Mom said.

Not a joke, I said.

Our job is to save property and life.And people sometimes hope that we can save lives outside of humanity.Or it can also be understood as something else other than saving lives.

For the taxpayers, they said, ‘Hi, take the money and do things, you see we are working!’ Mom said disapprovingly.

Do you have any objections to the rescue of the kitten?I joked.

I don't have it, as long as my son doesn't fall off the ladder and gets hurt to save someone.

Oh, you're worried about me.I joked again.

Of course I would worry.I am your mother.In a sense, that's why I'm determined to do what we did last night.

Please forgive me...Mom, can you say these words more clearly?

If you are with me, I want to know that you are safe.Kelsey Bar, a lot of girls are following you.Some of them might be like Tiffany and Ramona, the two vicious girls helped Rodney rape me.If you are with me, you will not be with them.

I thought you wanted me to date a girl of my age.I said.

Of course I would like you to go out for a date with the girl, mom said.

But she frowned.

And I don't want you to do this.Mom fiddled with the fork in her hand.All of this confused me very much, Mai Mai.

So, I said, reaching out to hold my mother's hand.I don't mind taking it slowly.

Thank you, mom said.You are not in a hurry to achieve success, which means a lot to me.

Uh, I'm eager, I said.

But I won't make you embarrassed.The last thing I want to do is the thing that will cause us trouble.Mom, I love you so much, so I know what I can't do.

OK, stop talking.Mom said, raising one hand and facing me.I realized that you are very good at expressing affectionately.This has begun to affect my restraint.

Tell me more.I squinted my eyes and looked at my mother with lust.Half true and half false meaning.

I won't tell you more.The last thing I need is to let you know how to touch my button.

You pushed my button.I teased.

That's because your men's buttons are like burrs on a porcupine, spreading all over your body and sticking out in every direction.It is easy for a man to be pressed off.

So I'm a porcupine?

I've been pricked by your burrs last night, Mom said.

Let's go, and disappear for me quickly.I don't want you to be by my side now.I'm going to deal with these tableware and take a shower after I finish.