Chapter 3

Man, where is she?Jerry asked, shaking his head and looking around as they walked close enough.

Isn’t there a life that belongs to you?I asked loudly.They didn't seem to be drunk tonight and were quite sober.

Not without it, but it is not as interesting as yours.Tang smiled when he answered the conversation.

We just want to see her, Phil said.It's not as good as you can see her any time, right?So you want to share the treasure, you are the good brother we trust.

I was just going to see her on Friday night, and I said to these trapped beasts.

This is just learning, guys, do you think I can have fun with her under the noses of so many people?Come on.Idiots.

OK, it seems we seriously overestimated your relationship with that nanny chick.We were about to go to Kelsey's house, Don said.

We thought that if your event is over here, you might want to go with us.

Kelsey Bar is a bar that a retired firefighter bought and continued to operate, and since the buyer was once a firefighter, it was a bit like a cater to the fire disciplines in terms of decoration design.

For example, there are photos of the fire scene hanging on the wall, as well as firefighters, old-fashioned fire trucks, and so on.

There are also displays of helmets and axes, and a wall specifically lists the names and dates of the state's firefighters' sacrifice.

Although there are many customers visiting that store, the people at our Fire Academy have always regarded themselves as their own bar.

I'm not sure.I said.

Take her out, Phil said.We told them how sexy and charming she was and that no one believed us and thought we were lying.

I can't help Ah, guys.I said.It's not her character to show off.

This kid even knows her habits, and I will be jealous of him until death.Oh shit.Tang sighed.

At this time, the door at the exit of the building opened, and we couldn't help but turn to look.

Mrs. Gaskill is with my mom.

How is that possible?Jerry said.What a beautiful girl!Still two.

Hi, look, Mrs. Gaskil shouted happily.We have an escort!

The four of us looked at her at the same time.

Well, Mrs. Gaskill said, her voice returned to the normal tone of guidance.Are you not going to introduce me, Mai Mai?

Wait, my head is a little dizzy.Jerry said.You...brother, does she know you too?He stared at me as if I had a third eye.

Mai Mai is one of my most promising students.Mrs. Gaskil said.

Oh my God!Tang exaggeratedly.I will definitely take an elective art class next year!

What are they?Mrs. Maureen Gaskiel urged.

I hesitated to say the names of the three of them.Mrs. Maureen Gaskiel immediately set her eyes on Phil.

Phil… She said her voice was constantly wandering in the air.

Yes, hello!Miss?He replied, suddenly adjusting his best manners and standing straight straight.

You're the big boy with a huge penis... right?Mrs. Gaskil asked very happily.

Do you know what a proverb says?

If you want a bully to stay away from you, stand up and swing his fist at him.

So, if you want to make a bragging person a little more modest, let a truly beautiful woman ask how masculine he is.

Maureen!Mom's warning sound came.

I was just joking, the female gallery boss said.She looked at each of the three who turned like puppets.Your friends told us everything about you.

What the hell is doing?What the hell is going on?Phil's less happy voice came.

Mai Mai said you have been boasting about this.Is this true?Or is he lying?

Phil turned to me angrily, with anger on his face.

Well, you know.I said slowly.

You shouldn't tell them this!He was roaring.

If you drink too much, it is hard to guarantee that you won’t.I defended myself.

OK, I didn't drink too much, he said.But I'll get drunk after about an hour.Thank you, Mai Mai.

So you're going to have a drink?Maureen's voice was still innocent and brisk.

Three pityable puppets, like most men who are crushed by a devastating beauty, don't believe they can really have the chance to be with her.

Beautiful women are always suitable for men's fantasy, but there are too many men who are only satisfied with fantasy but are discouraged from attacking and dare not easily try to contact them to unlock more wonderful stories.

Especially when someone tells women that you like to brag about how old your dick is and messes you up.

In this case, all three of them thought it was Maureen's ridicule of them.

They turned around together, and their actions were as uniform as a conjoined baby, leaving.

Oh, I think we can only pay out of our own pocket to find wine to drink.Maureen sighed.

Maureen, don't do this.My mom said.

What else?The idea of ​​having a drink sounds good now.And if you have been posing for so long, your nervous body and mind need to be relieved even more?Mai, do you know where Jennifer and I can find a relatively quiet place to have a drink?

The three puppets turned around at the same time, and their actions were as unified as the same person, staring at us together.

Don't pull me in.I said, raising my hands to surrender.

It sounds like I'm very calm and calm, but it's not.

I'm just curious.

Apart from having a few encounters, I don't know much about Mrs. Maureen Gaskiel's character.

But I could feel that she was not a sleepy woman with a beautiful face with a blank black hair draped over her shoulder.

She is definitely a smart, experienced and decisive woman, and her behavior at least seems to me to be very clear about the intention, she is playing a game.

But I don't think she was aiming for revenge, or deliberately attacking anyone.

She did not try to make my friends be content with their own self-righteousness.

So that means she might really want to go out for a drink… looking for fun, right?

My ears recalled what my mom said, her friend was looking for a toy boy.

So I was thinking about how my answer could get Mrs. Gaskill to speak out her true intentions.However, I have been thinking for too long.

I'm used to drinking.It was the sound from my mother.I heard the tension that accompanied it.

A drink is absolutely beneficial to you.Maureen said.

I, I know...a place, Phil took the risk to speak.His voice sounded stern and dry.It's just not quiet.

Is there a dance to watch?Maureen asked.

There is music, Phil said.Country music.

I know how to dance two steps.The woman echoed.

I really don't know how old Phil's little brother is, but Phil showed some courage.He approached Madame Maureen Gaskiel within ten steps and just looked at her like that.

Are you teasing us?He asked.

The woman smiled, and did not show any discomfort at all with Phil's closeness.

Little guy, I'm a cougar.When you sleep with me, you can understand what it means to play.

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If our nights at Kelsey were epic, there might be suspicion of being exaggerated.But it is definitely unintentional to be included in the history of this place.

The beginning of the detonation process was when three fools (including me, not much better) brought two hot girls who met male aesthetic standards into the bar.

For the NYC, their reaction to this is certainly puzzling.

Four men and two women walk into a bar, which usually doesn’t cause shouts and whistles, nor does it cause a group of people to flock into the bar, their purpose is to learn about the two hot girls as much as possible.

Even some girls rushed over and joined in to try to see what was going on.

More than half of the women in the bar joined this noisy scene. No one knew what was going on here at the beginning, and everyone was confused.

But the romantic and warm atmosphere has been completely mobilized, and the women spontaneously established a sister-like relationship with all their female companions.

And these men also support them like brothers while also protecting them.

As the focus of the event center, I heard Maureen constantly introducing herself, including her owning G Gallery.

Then she put her hand on my mom's elbow and I was shocked.

Is my mask about to be revealed by her?

This is my closest friend, Jennifer Hart, she said.Jennifer works in real estate and is a senior in related fields.

Hart?

Where is this with Ah?

I saw my mom glance at me, then she smiled and shook hands with me, and then she was driven to the other side of the bar by the crowded warm people.

It was obvious that neither she nor Maureen would have paid out of her own pocket for any drinks that night.

Another profound change they bring is the dance floor.

Kelsey Bar has a parquet dance floor, but that was an early product of the bar.

It is now covered with tables and no one is dancing on it.

However, this was unacceptable to Maureen, who wanted to prove that she did know how to do a two-step dance.

So the table and chairs were moved away, and finally some were simply stacked together, which caused a little chaos.

The owner Mickey boycotted at first, but he quickly compromised and surrendered.

Most of our classmates in our college are here, about half of them are from rural mountain villages in our province. They are already very familiar with two-step dance before going to college.

The enthusiasm for doing another instant impulse performance is irresistible.

In less than twenty minutes, Maureen and my four classmates completed an improvised dance process, so people took turns to play.

Mickey was disdainful of his momentary fanaticism, but he still took out a CD of country music as a supplement to his dancing.

He sold a lot of drinks, so I guess he got a little bit of comfort from this particularly chaotic scene.

Since my mom came to this place, she has been surrounded and most of the young men around her.

My mother's smile was bright and happy, but I could see her uncomfortableness.

She was forced to accept the fate of getting pregnant at the age of fifteen and had to complete her studies at home until she went to real estate school and never dated again.

She is not used to such crowding, she is not used to the smell, nor is she used to the noise.

She didn't know how to integrate with the environment here, and she didn't know what she was going to do here and how to do it.

She was just dragged here by a friend who thought it would be good for her.

At least that's what I think.

So in order to give her some rest and get some relief, I struggled to pass through the crowd and hooked my mother's arm with my arms.

What are you doing, Mai Mai?A classmate of mine named Todd asked.I'm chatting with her.

She was my former nanny, I said.I just need to talk to her for a while.

Is it her?Todd asked, his eyes wide open.

It seems that he also heard everything about my old nanny from three puppet puppets, but obviously he didn't connect the two before.

You really have Ah...man!He said indignantly.

I had to put my hand on my mother and take her away.

My hands were naturally placed around her waist, which felt a little weird and at the same time very normal.

I led her to the patio and took my mother to the terrace, a place that bar owner Mickey called the Beer Garden.

The temperature outside makes people feel cold, but it is much quieter.

She retreated to a trellis and leaned against it.

I shouldn't have been here at all, mom complained.

But you performed very well.I said.

I don't know what to do.

Just be yourself.

What can I do?Maureen reshaped me into Jennifer Hart!I am living in a secret identity!My mother still complained to me.

What the hell is going on?I asked.

I told her who you are.Mom said.

What!?

I had to do that, she said, stretching out her hand and rubbing my elbow.

When I accept this job, I must sign a guarantee letter by myself, stating that I will not flirt with students or exchange personal information privately.This may cause her unnecessary trouble.So I have to explain to see if some things can be prevented before they happen.

So she tampers with your last name?

She said that you show an artistic talent that is different from ordinary people, and we cannot let unnecessary trouble derail you.

Mom, you are simply telling her that I went there to see your naked body!I was almost hissing.

Mai Mai, is it just you? As a mother, don’t I worry about this?!But...Maureen said a lot, and I also gave up these concerns.

Then how did she make you feel at ease?I asked.

She said many artists have painted their mother's nude bodies.She said it was no big deal.The perspective of art cannot be measured by secular prejudice... In short... In short... I was convinced by her... The voice behind my mother became lighter and lighter.

But she lets you bear a secret identity.

Her original intention is not to cause you trouble.Mom explained.

OK, I think this is what I owe her.I admit it.Mom, are you in a better mood now?Think about it carefully, will this make you happy?Did you get fun from it?

I don't know, I can't explain it clearly.Mom said.Maybe there is one thing, I guess.But I don't know how to do it.

Just like I said, just be yourself.

Erica, another female classmate of mine, came outside with beer.She grabbed the front of her clothes and fanned back and forth.

Who would have thought that such a dance would make people sweat so much!She said to me.Pay attention to who was outside and walked towards us.

Sorry for my presumptuousness, then you are the lady of the nude model he saw in art class.She said boldly and bluntly.

If you mean the nude model for this semester, then yes.It's me.Mom said.

You must be a very courageous woman.If it were me, I would never have been able to do it... standing there naked in front of a group of strangers.

Actually a bit boring.Mom said.

It must not be for him, I bet.Erica twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled.So you are really his nanny?

I've changed his diapers hundreds of times.My mother said without stopping.

Erica glanced at us with a sly look.

There are some rumors that the relationship between you two is not simple.

Is there really?Mom asked.

It's not my business, Erica said.But he is a good boy.Of course, if there is really anything between you, only you can know the most.

I do.My mom said.I think this was a subconscious instinct reaction, but Erica's eyebrows were already raised.

You are such a dog, she looked at me and said.I'm going to dance a few more dances, see you later.

This is the attention gained by the rumors spread by the three puppets, and such attention will continue to pay attention to the emergence of new evidence.

Erica is no different from those three gangsters, she is also a rumor-monger.

What she was keen on was to whisper and whisper to the few people around her: He was really at her!, before the evening dance ends, more people will know and believe that I'm on my mom...I mean babysitter Jennifer Hart!

Maureen Gaskill knows how to have fun.

I admit this.

She also knows how to share this fun.

The people in line to dance quickly exceeded the capacity of the dance floor, but that didn't matter.

The person who doesn’t dance drinks, which makes the boss Mickey in a good mood.

My mom was pushed and pulled to the platen and despite her begging that she was not a dancer, she was taught how to do these steps by someone who was too enthusiastic.

An hour later, her dancing steps seemed to be innate.

I was also taught.

When my mom and I are not dancing, we tend to stand or sit together.

This is not to show our couple relationship.

I think this is just the natural family affection between mother and son.

But this undoubtedly reinforces the view that outsiders are a pair of us.

Phil chose to forgive me because friendship is more precious than anything else.

But I know the real reason.

Maureen Gaskill teased him all night before leaving the bar with him.

The two of them were whispering and laughing all the time.

I walked outside, grabbed her keys and told them I would call a taxi.

I don't need to do this.

A taxi turned around and came to the street and I stopped it.

The news has spread that you can buy tickets at Kelsey's house that night and enter the venue to dance.

As the taxi drove away, I was a little surprised to see that Phil and the most beautiful woman he had ever dated were tied to each other and kissed each other.

Interestingly.

When I later asked how he was doing tonight, Phil was so cautious that he avoided this question with extraordinary ease.

I know he was not defeated by Mrs. Gaskil.

But he had that attitude.

I guess it must be Maureen who warned him that if he wanted to fall under her pomegranate skirt again, she would better not hear any sensational details about the night.

Any details about how Phil spent that night, the only information I got from him was that he did spend the night there.

I have other information, but I want to talk about it later.

Of course, I went home with my mom Jennifer.

When my mother and I walked into the house, I suddenly realized that no student in the class must know where I live.

This didn't matter before.

My classmates knew that I lived at home.

Fire science is not the kind of subject with study groups.

Sometimes students stay in the dormitory, but it is better to say that it is to chat and drink and have fun rather than studying.

So I'm unlikely to worry that someone will come to my house to study and discuss and study.

But if someone really wants to do this, it will turn into a full-blown scandal.

Mom turned around and hugged me.

This is not uncommon.

Over the years, she has embraced me countless times, which is a habit she cannot lose.

But this time, what I felt the most was the softness of my mother's breasts pressing against my chest, and she smelled her honey-colored long hair.

My mother doesn't like drinking, but she drinks much more than me tonight, mainly because the men who are so kind and hard to refuse have been invited to drink.

At least until this word spread, mom was mine, and no other men had such an opportunity.

I really can't believe I did it.Mom exhaled a warm breath from my neck.

Are you having fun?

I had a great time and she sighed.I missed too much.

I have a feeling that the Kelsey family will always welcome you.I said.

My mother broke free from the hug and opened a certain distance, but did not let go of my hand.Her eyes were wide open.

Mai Mai!People think I'm having sex with you!

You can thank those three puppets for this rumor.I said.

who?

Phil, Don and Jerry, I said.

My mother's eyes gradually lost focus because her thoughts slipped away.

Maureen will be very naughty and unruly tonight.

Will she?

Shhh, my mom said, placing one fingertip on her hydrated red lips.This is a secret!

With Phil?I asked.I felt my mother's waist and mine gently bump from time to time.

She might find out if he was lying.She said.

What lies are there?

You were asking questions knowingly, and after my mother said, leaning over and whispering in my ear.His big woodpecker!

I think maybe you're ready to take a break.I said.

I think so too.Mom sighed slightly.

I surrounded my mother and walked towards her bedroom.

I don't want her to stumble and fall.

When we got there, I got conflicting signals about how drunk my mom was.

She turned around and looked at me.

Are you going to put me in bed to sleep tonight…just like last week?

I was in a state of excitement with emotional fluctuations all night.

Just watching my mother's dance makes me erection, her breasts pounding gently under her shirt, or when she is spinning, my mother's perfect butt in tight jeans comes into my eyes.

I also drank some alcohol, maybe the alcohol reduced my inhibition.

Do you want me to do this?I asked.

Mom lowered her eyelashes.

I think I do.She said.

I didn't argue if this was inappropriate.

I don't care if the moral balance is swaying violently, nor do I consider all the potential consequences of this.

I just walked up and took off my mother's clothes.

Mom was standing there, and I couldn't get any help from her.

I had to manipulate her arms and take off her top.

I had to pull her tight jeans off, but this time I was very cautious I didn't pull her underwear off again.

When I knelt down in front of my mom, mom did put her hands on top of my head and lifted each foot for me to pull her jeans legs off her calves.

I stood up again, reached around her armpits, and groped for the buckle of her simple and practical white bra.

When I took it off and slid the strap off her arm, my mother did not retreat, did not cover her breasts, and did not complain about me just standing there and looking at her breasts.

You are so beautiful.My voice was very small.

My mother finally reached out and slowly pulled my hand closer to her hips.The meaning is obvious.It's time for me to take off her panties.

I knelt down again.

I took it off with extremely slow movements.

The front piece of the underwear seemed to stick to the bulging labia. I felt a fragrance coming out from there, and the coverage of the underwear made the fragrance weaker and softer.

At that time, I didn’t know that this was the body fragrance of a woman with strong sexual desire, and I didn’t know that this was the smell of a woman who wanted her body to be completely opened; I didn’t know that this was the strong fragrance of a woman who was excited and craving and tortured by the love flames all night.

I only know that my mother's body smell is fragrant, which makes me feel slightly intoxicated.

My mother's hands were lightly placed on my head as I removed my panties from her ankles.Stand apart her feet, as if she was worried, and needed a little extra stability.

Then my mom and I went through something equally naughty, which was a bit unruly like Mrs. Gaskill.

Because I can no longer bear it.

I walked forward close to her body and kissed her lower abdomen above her mons pubis.

To be exact, it's still not a sex-related kiss.

She is my mother, and this kiss is a bit like a light pecking of your mother.

Of course, I should also admit that at that moment, she was far more than my mother; she was also a woman, a beautiful woman, a woman who many men wanted to be with her like this.

But I am the man who can be with her like this.

To be honest, I never thought about kissing anywhere on my mom’s body.

Nothing at that time.

I wondered what it would feel like to hold them in my mouth as I stood up and my eyes flashed over my mom’s erect nipples, but I didn’t try to do that.

Because I feel that such behavior cannot be accepted by myself, it will feel very wrong.

But to my surprise, when my mother and I met again, she suddenly hugged me and kissed my lips.

This is not a motherly kiss.

Far from that.

The kiss is full of passion, and this emotion will only trigger more passion.

However, when the mother pulled away, the kiss disappeared, and all the passion suddenly disappeared.

What can't go away is that this has happened, it's very wonderful, maybe it's enough.

I love you.Mom said.

I love you too.I answered.

I know, that means more to me than you know.Mom said.

Then she got into bed and pulled on the quilt, and I knew it was time to leave.

I admit that I didn’t pick porn on the internet as usual when I was hand-punching.

What I think of is my mom.I want her.

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The next morning, I got up before my mother.

I also know how to make pancakes, so I did it.

Mom walked in while I was frying the first meatloaf.

She put on her Japanese silk kimono again.

I find it a headache.Mom said.

That's because you drank bourbon and then drank a lot of beer.I said.

I drank too much last night.Mom murmured.

Live until you are old and learn until you are old.I said.

Suddenly, my mother became alert.

Are you okay, dear?

I'm fine, I said.How are you?

I'm fine, if you're fine.Mom said.I was worried about what I did wrong last night.

All I did was kiss my mom and said good night, I said.It doesn't take a genius mind to guess what she is worried about.

That's good, she said.can we talk?

Do you want to talk about it?

Yes.

All right.Do I need to turn off the frying pan first?

I don't think it's necessary.

OK, let's talk about it.

The silence of the cold lasted for a long time.I couldn't help but look at my mom for a while, and then turned around to take care of the meatloaf in the frying pan.

I like it.She said.

good.

I'm also pretty sure I shouldn't like it.She said.

Maybe you can say it more bluntly and specifically.

I love posing for you… naked display, mom said.

I like to kiss you.I like the moment you coax me into bed and put me on the bed.I love everything.I like it all.Is there something wrong with me?

I turned off the frying pan.I put the meatloaf on a plate and let it eat for a while.We have a microwave.I sat down and reached out to pull my mother's hand.

If you have any questions, then it's mine.It's also my fault.I said.

Wow, my mother's big eyes are wide open.Really?

yes.

Last night, at the bar…I heard whispers about… us.I can't describe how that feels to me.Mom sighed.

If that makes the problem easier and makes you feel better I'm going to have an erection about half the time, that's because I'm looking at you, I said.

I also have an erection when you pose naked.It was so sudden that we opened our hearts to each other, but it felt that it was right to express our feelings like this... It was also normal.

There is no secret between us mother and son, we are always able to talk about almost everything.

Except for my father, of course.

So you got an erection for... your mother.Mom whispered.

I'm erection for a beautiful woman who happens to be my mom again, I said.etc!

What's wrong?

Last night I was having an erection for a woman named Jennifer Hart, I said.Jennifer Hart is not my mother.She is my sexy ex-nanny.

That's so stupid.Mom said.

But it is so necessary, I said.People know my last name is Jenkins.

That's right, my mother looked at me after she said that.How can I feel this way about my own son?

Maybe it's just that you don't know.Maybe you have the feeling of liking for some hot science boys in your subconscious.I said cautiously.

You know, there are women around you like Mrs. Gaskill.

Not bad attempt, mom said.But this cannot be normal.

I have no idea.Like I said, Freud's entire career has been researching the subject based on the observation that his son wants their mother and his mother wants their son.

Mai Mai, I almost almost pulled you to bed last night!Mom scolded.

I used to hope that you would keep me before I leave the bedroom.I said teasingly.

It shouldn't be used to make jokes.Mom said.

Do you know what I did after I got back to my room?I said.

What have you done?

I fired my pistol like a tired monkey who didn't know it and went crazy.I said.

My mother did not show the surprised expression I expected, but instead looked like... very interested.

Really?

certainly.Like I said, no matter what your problem is, I have the same problem.

If this continues, what can we do?Mom sighed.

What do you want to do?I asked.

I released a very direct look and shot at my mother.

I can't, I can't do what I want to do.Mom said quickly with a panic look.

OK, I said.Don't do this.

Then what do you think I should do?She sighed.

I think, think about it carefully.I said.

What about you?Mom said.

I can't help it.I said.

That was what happened that morning.

My mother has a house to see, and she continues to go out to perform her work.

I stayed at home alone to review my homework, and waited until I finished all my homework.

The rest of the time was like the pancakes for breakfast as usual.

The next week is also normal.My mom and I didn't talk about it anymore...things, when I got up on Friday morning, my mom was gone.

The art lab also seems normal, if it is normal for the mother who poses for you to make you erection.

My mother looked at me, and it was no more than she saw other alumni participating in art studies.

Some students have completed the rough drawing and are working to apply the paint to the canvas.

I insist on using pencils to draw, and I also consider it may be necessary to add some charcoal pens appropriately.

Afterwards, only Phil was waiting for us at the door, and the way Maureen greeted him clearly showed that he was not someone she hated.

They want to go to Kelsey's house again.

This time I was determined not to drink too much wine.

Obviously, my mom is also very cautious about drinking.

But no man invited her to drink that night because she was my girlfriend.

Still, three guests who don’t visit Kelsey’s bar frequently invited her for a drink, hoping she could give up on the boys beside her and sit down and talk with them.

At the beginning of the dance party, my mother and I picked a slow song and walked into the dance floor hand in hand. She whispered in my ear while dancing.

Your little woodpecker is very hard.I felt it.

My ideas have not changed in this regard.I answered.

I still can't convince myself to do what I want to do.Mom complained about the wrongdoing.

My mother's words made my penis in my crotch expand and even tighten and bent.

Maybe something in my heart suddenly collapsed and fell apart.

Maybe I'm taking a gamble.

I can't explain it clearly.

My life railway is completely derailed.

If you do it, who will know?I quietly asked my mother.

My mother was not angry at this straightforward and explicit question.

We have gone too far and said too much. Now it has reached a very critical moment. I can't, and my mother can't retreat.

You will know.Mom said.

I won't spread rumors everywhere like those puppets' big mouths.I know to shut up.I said.

Mom stopped talking and we left Kelsey bar soon after.

When we got home, my mother went to her bedroom, changed into the silk kimono and walked out.

She took out the bottle of sour wort I took out from her two weeks ago.

Then my mother sat on the sofa, her two fingers sliding around the mouth of the bottle.

I don't know what to do.Mom said.

Listen, I said.I know why I feel this way.Maybe…if…we look at why you feel like this, it will help to understand it all.

What do you feel?A hint of anxiety appeared in my mother's voice, and her breathing became heavy.

I didn't answer, I stood there and took off my pants and asked my mother, who was sitting on the sofa opposite, to see me pushing up the small tent with boxers.

This was originally an unfair competition, but any means of plundering for the battle of love was correct, isn't it right?

Make me a toasted cheese sandwich.Mom said.

I rolled my eyes and blinked a few times.When I asked my mother to look at the Woodpecker, she said at this time that she was hungry. Does she want to have a grilled cheese sandwich?Or out of rejection?

I had no choice but to go to the kitchen and take out the necessary ingredients.After the pan was hot, I sprinkled some safflower oil on the surface of the pan.

You know my habits and always use a small piece of real butter.Mom said, I didn't notice that she suddenly stood beside me.

That's your life habit, I said.I also have my own way.

It's interesting to say that, she said.You are indeed unique.You are not like any of the other men I know.

It was you who raised me with one hand and never stopped educating me, making me unique.I say this to prove my mom’s greatness.

Yes, I did it.Mom said.And you are the best manifestation of these achievements.You do have…extraordinary attraction.

Being attractive is a good thing.I said.

My mother walked around and hid behind me, and the front of her kimono put on my back.

But... I'm still not sure if I'm going to be attracted by this attraction..., to guide...

At this moment, I suddenly realized that my mother's hand had slipped into the front of my boxers and grabbed my erect penis tightly.

PS: We met a little white-collar worker through George Bataille’s My Mother, we once talked together about how to conceive a plot of mother-son incest, as well as some of the causes and motivations that may lead to this behavior.

At that time, she reminded me from time to time that I should start writing, and I always answered that I was reading and I was taking notes.

She always said that it would be impossible not to start writing.

Then I felt that the truth was different and I didn’t plan to work together, so I rarely contacted me.

Just occasionally she posts some pictures of the latest situation, I will support Diandian Red Hearts and Praise without any pain.

Suddenly one day, she said to show me some small things she wrote, but she emphasized in advance that she should not be circulated and not allowed to show it to others.

At that time, I thought to myself who could pay attention to these things? How many people are left behind who are particularly looking at pure literary works.

Don't exaggerate this way.

Of course I read it. This is the beginning of a novel. Although it is erotic content, the eroticism expressed in pure literature is indeed completely different from the style of Xiao Huangshu in the club.

Then, not long after, I accidentally discovered that she had published her pure literary works and was printed into a book.

The words I have on hand now may be what she has in her next book.

I said to her: Awesome.The young white-collar worker sent a proud expression.

I told her that I was still struggling in my dark circle.

It's Ah, which sounds like self-deprecating.

But in fact, it's not. I just like to struggle in the way of words I like, even if I can never see you, I don't care.