My mom does have more, or at least better restraint than me.
When she was taking a shower at night, I secretly stood outside her bathroom door, and her unique humming came from the running water on the rain shower head, and my mother was comforting herself.
I'm not sure if she has relied on certain measures, such as using a certain simulated large penis.
But what I can be sure of is that when I sneaked back to the single bed in my room that night, I couldn't help but start masturbating again.
Then for the next six days, my hunger was not too bad, because I really didn’t have that much perseverance and patience to wait for Friday.
I masturbate a lot more times than I used to.
Imagine that my mother holds one of her adult toys, twitches it while thinking that it is my dick. This kind of imagination is very easy for people to get sperm into the brain.
This is also an association that is too easy for me to ejaculate.
I know this is a bit vain-driven, but I would rather believe that my mother has obtained sexual satisfaction in masturbation because she thinks about my penis.
Just like when I was masturbating now, my sexual fantasy object could never be another woman anymore. Even Mrs. Gaskill no longer misses her. I think after Mrs. Gaskill met me in the laboratory, she must have thought about what the dick in my crotch looked like, and whether it was a big one?
This is not an exaggeration.
But I won't be so arrogant now, because I know Phil has stripped Mrs. Gaskill's underwear with her own hands, so I don't think she will think of me when she is lonely.
That's what my mother told me. She said that Maureen likes Phil very much. This kind of liking naturally includes a lot of sexual matters between Mrs. Gaskill and Phil... It doesn't matter, I just want to get a woman now, my mother.
It was only two years later that I realized that in those days my mother masturbated even more times than I did.
She had been content with the comfort given to her once a week with a secret date with Mr. Dildo until I accidentally broke through her physical defense.
However, in the three weeks after that night with me, my mother masturbated four to five times a day.
One time, she even said she masturbated in her car and took advantage of the gaps when she made an appointment with a customer.
My mother once explained to me: she starved her feelings to death because of her complete despair for a man.
Of course, this was not what she chose to fast out of voluntary voluntary, but she felt that every food she saw (i.e. every man) from then on might have the potential danger of food poisoning her. Although this is not necessarily absolute, choosing not to try will always outweigh the serious harm caused by poisoning; but after experiencing the indulgence with me, she suddenly realized that she had been seriously missing, she was so eager to get the love and sex of a man again, and now she was eager to get more.
Let's continue to expand on the metaphor of food. She gave up her past eating habits and no longer avoided food.
Instead, I chose to eat a lot of food that makes her fat (addiction) and is the most unhealthy food (her son) me!
Of course, my mother also knows clearly how innocent and delicious my dishes will be at the entrance, and how many things will be detrimental to her health!
So when my mother is with me within a week, she always tries her best to remain calm and calm, calm and cold as if she is a cool cucumber.
Of course I don’t know if there is really a scientific evidence. Anyway, there is an ancient saying that eating more cucumbers will reduce sexual desire.
Except Friday night!
It turns out that Mrs. Gaskill was very satisfied with Phil and his actually oversized penis.
She and my mom have always been best friends who can talk about everything. She said bluntly that what really attracted her was not Phil's dick size, although that also helped a lot in the sex scene, but Phil was willing to follow her instructions on how to best use his big stick.
Mrs. Maureen Gaskiel is definitely a powerful combat power in the Cougar (Mature Women).
Maureen's casually unintentional words made my mother have a wild and beautiful thought in her heart. At that moment, my mother decided to shape me into a sexual partner similar to Phil or a better one.
This was also what my mother later revealed to me bit by bit.
Say back.My mother looks like a graceful lady under her bed, but once she goes to bed in the bedroom on Friday night, it will be another charming...
Therefore, every Friday night, we usually go to Kelsey Bar for a drink, then say goodbye, and go back to their houses to have fun in private.
Mom will let me try some new experiences at home.
And after the first massive noise broke out, the fanatic wave of the Kelsey Bar incident did not continue.
Part of the reason is that regulars already know who my mom and Maureen are.
These two beautiful and strange women came to the bar, and the shock at the beginning had disappeared.
Another main reason is that Maureen and Phil are a pair, Jennifer and Maime are another pair, and the two beauties are already famous flowers and masters, and everyone can see clearly in their eyes.
After we arrived at Kelsey Bar together for the third and fourth time (Phil always waited for Mrs. Gaskill after Friday night’s Art Lab class), for others, it was like the magician’s hat trick had long been seen through the trump card path, no longer having mystical and attractive.
Of course, some people would still come to dance, and the guests at the bar table would return to the dance floor one after another.
You can teach an old dog a new trick, in which bar owner Mickey is very smart, and he has planned and started promoting the dance night.
The reason why he agreed to clear the empty dance floor that day was because of this plan.
Every time, when the night on Friday has spread to such a rich and deep moment, I should clarify the progress of things in the actual order I have experienced, that is, the sex between me and my mother.
However, time has passed so long, and many emergencies have occurred in many days and nights after this.
So although I remember what happened, I cannot be very sure whether the order of what happened was correct.
But this does not affect the truth that I will tell you everything that happened with my mother.
I remember that Friday night, my mother and I just returned home from Kelsey Bar and just passed by the kitchen, my mother couldn't help but hug me and kiss her passionately. My mother's slender waist rubbed against my crotch and mouth, making noise. For some reason, the sound made me think of the pigeons foraging in the square making a cooing, cooing sound to the tourists.
However, isn’t my mother also looking for food at this time?
The upcoming indulgence time on Friday night made my mother completely abandon her reserve, like a stranger who became extremely wild. At such a moment, my mother allowed me to be her lover, her man, the perpetrator of her body... but not her son.
Perhaps because my resistance to this temptation was too weak, my eager erection immediately aroused my mother's alertness. She let go of me and pulled her back to hug me.
After a while, I casually said to me: I have a little troubles in my private parts tonight, and some new little hairs emerged.Are you willing to help me with...shave them?
To be honest, I haven't shaved anything like that except my own face, let alone female pubic hair.
However, my mother had already started to wear loose clothes in front of me, and she clearly didn't say anything.
I can only try to be a dedicated student, although I don't.
But sharing and serving my mother is an unshirkable responsibility in my opinion.
My mother, who was naked in the bedroom, stared at me, who was obviously reserved and uneasy because of her tension. She said to me in a displeasure that when doing this kind of thing, both of us must remain naked in the process.
Of course I didn't refute it.
For safety, I applied a lot of foam to my mom's vulva, which was much more necessary than I thought, but I didn't explain it to my mom.
My mother supported her body on the bed. She leaned against a stack of pillows, her knees bent and her slender and symmetrical legs were spread wide.
She laid a large towel under her butt.
Somewhat embarrassing is that my dick stands hard like a stone at this time.
Regarding this aspect, I have actually started self-practice in private, with the purpose of trying to make my erection last longer during masturbation, and of course I also hope to delay the ejaculation time; I have often imagined such a scene, because my lasting endurance and hardness for a long enough time, so that my mother can get the orgasm that she satisfies with for this.
Of course I don't really know how to get a woman to orgasm, but I think my mom should be able to get them.
Because I have some vague memories of my mother's voice. At that time, my mother once moaned and said that she was coming.
I couldn't let too much random thoughts, my mother had handed me the razor she used to. I carefully dragged it over the soap bubbles floating around my entire vulva.
I don't know if it's because the female razor is different from the men's razor I use, or because of my high sense of concentration, but I do feel the feeling of the blade passing through the foam and the stubble falling off one after another.
This experience is amazing.
Every time I use my mother's female razor to draw a piece of her delicate skin area, it is like plowing out a smooth and flat fertile field in the weed-growing desolation, bringing the joy of similar to some kind of wilderness harvest.
Finally, compared with the untreated shaved parts, there are more and more areas of cleansing skin, and the jade-like skin in my mother's most private part exudes a holy beauty.
My thumb was pressed on the top of the crack in my mother's vulva slit and gently rubbed it. This was as my mother's previous instructions, I asked me to press my hand against her mons pubis to stabilize and flatten the folds on her skin, but I did the opposite.
It was not until the great achievement was about to be completed and near the end that I realized that my unruly fingers were flirting with my mother's mysterious pistil and clitoris, where her clitoris was.
It was when I was in high school that I once dated a beautiful girl named Jolina.
Jolina looked straightforward and outgoing, so shortly after she met, she admitted that she was no longer a virgin and wanted me to fuck her.
Jolina is too in line with what I think of as a girl’s personality.
This made me a little scared, well, it was me who was worried about myself.
Because it's not that I don't want to have sex with Jolina.
More trouble is that what keeps coming to my mind is that if she is knowledgeable about sex, she may easily realize that I am completely a rookie in this kind of thing, or maybe I have some hidden diseases, or maybe other terrible associations like my sexual orientation.
Anyway, I won't say that this is because my mother has a result of my teaching. Of course, even if I told Jolina with a red head and a swelling face, she would definitely not believe it.
Oh, there is another objective fact that cannot be ignored.
I am almost unfamiliar with Jolina, and Jolina doesn't know me either; she would make the request to fuck her with a strange boy who almost didn't know the details.
I think this is a bit crazy.
But anyway, Jolina acted unyielding during this date. She pulled my hand into her crotch and rubbed her vagina like I thought I should have done.
Although I have no idea what the meaning of doing this is.
I know girls have clitoris, but I don't know what that thing is going on for women.
However, Jolina seemed to have fun.
In the end, we all took off our clothes almost completely, but the worries and concerns I had done before had caused a psychological shadow, which cost me a heavy price.
I can't really get hard, which makes me feel very embarrassed.
All my efforts to do this ended in failure, and the hardness of my cock never reached the point where it penetrated her body.
It was a disaster that was unbearable to look back on.
You can imagine how disgusting Jolina is to me.
But she herself did not reveal any harshness to me about this matter at that time, which made me very grateful.
However, three weeks later, a surprising dramatic scene appeared, and Jolina announced her high-profile pregnancy, and Tom Buckingham was the father of the fetus in her belly.
I don't know how to view this matter. Do you think it's funny?
Jolina dated me on Friday night, and Tom, who was waiting to enter, was arranged to meet on the next day, that is, on Saturday night.
Obviously, Tom's cock was hard enough and penetrated Jolina's body that night, so he recognized and believed that it was his child.
Also funny, if you find it funny, Jolina was born prematurely and gave birth to the baby two months in advance.
Tom's parents have been paying for her medical expenses and all the care surrounding the mother and son's daily life and other related matters.
Although the juvenile body was a premature baby two months earlier, it was a fully developed baby. Jolina's situation immediately fell into a mess...
The reason I think of this little episode of my past in life is because I want to say that even though I escaped that disaster, whether it was lucky or unfortunate for me, I didn’t learn much about female clitoris from it.
I used to be fascinated by Mrs. Gaskil and regarded her as my ideal mentor to teach me about sexual experience from the bottom of my heart. However, there was a strong obstacle from my mother, and alumnus Phil's first step towards her, which finally turned into a bubble.
However, what I didn't expect was that my mother was my teacher in terms of sex, and she was a great and unparalleled mentor.
Now it is time for me to appreciate and experience the sexual organs that are women's gender signs, which are the vagina of my mother in front of me.
After the teasing of my thumb just now, my mother's vagina was bulging and bulging, and the slit of the wet and hot vulva was filled with greasy love juice. The inner labia was carefully surging out from the relaxed vagina and rolling outwards; my mother's flat abdomen shrank and rose with her breathing that she tried hard to restrain... In my opinion, all this sexual attitude had endless magic to attract me.
Especially my mother's symmetrical labia minora, like red and purple calyx and a pair of butterfly wings that are about to fly.
It was also later that I learned that my mother had been worried about this small sign for a long time.
Before giving birth to me, her labia was always a secret and flexible; but after I was born, her labia changed, and she often curled and drooped in disobedience.
My mother once thought this was a manifestation of a woman's lewd physique and was deeply ashamed of it.
It was not until I met Mrs. Gaskill, my mother realized that some people thought this was one of the unique sexy signs of women.
However, I also don’t know whether this sexy sign is lucky or unfortunate for the woman Mom.
Because she has always rejected a man’s attitude, how could a man look at her penis so close and acknowledge how sexy it is?
This should be considered a mother's misfortune; but if mother is lucky, it is that I think her inner labia is sexy and charming.
My two fingers can't help but gently pinch and rub the pair of butterfly-like labia minora together.
I think my mother must have understood now how I love and obsess over her sexy private parts.
Of course, I will not be satisfied with the visual contact stage. I want to get closer to know everything about my mother. I want to climb onto my mother’s naked body. I want to put my cock on my mother’s body. I want to fuck my mother’s pussy, and then I want to ejaculate and be satisfied!
I feel like I can do it easily and happily without worrying about being rejected by my mom.
Just like what most men want to do (as women living around me have repeatedly told me), men will satisfy their original primitive desires, and they often feel that while possessing the body of this woman, their attitudes to each other are in harmony with each other, and they can get her joy and pleasure in their relationships with them anytime and anywhere, just like themselves.
But at this moment, I really love my mother's plump vagina. I especially like to hear the beautiful mother keep ringing and moaning while plucking my hands. This also gives me unprecedented pleasure at the same time. This is the ultimate enjoyment that is truly controlling a woman and her entire body.
In this process, the faint trace of Mom's physical reactions seemed to give a silent sign. I silently resolved my mother's deep meaning and changed my skills, how to gently caress and when should I adjust the force slightly; my fingers picked up and down the cracks in the vulva and hooked my mother's genitals, circled around the small circle, and repeatedly rubbed her firm clitoral buds.
At this time, even the clumsy and ignorant man should know that the itch that women cannot hide is not trying to tell you how to please this bud, but it is the key to controlling women's emotions!
A flash of my mind. Isn’t it a scene where a man licks a woman’s cunnilingus because of his hand-pressing moments? (Although most of the time, the impression of fast forward is very blurry)?
Maybe my mother’s view of me should have greatly changed, and the time for transcendence has arrived.
I walked forward with my lips and kissed the flower bud and clam bead of my mother whom I had been stroking.
Then my mother let out a loud voice in her mouth, her tone obviously different from before!.
…Yes, yes…suck it…don’t stop…oh…oh…mom’s mute voice, with tears in her heart.
I sucked my mother's vagina greedily, and the seductive body scent of my mother's private parts became more and more intense, and I captured my brain through my nostrils.
Then for about ten minutes, I kept licking and sucking my mother's clitoris like I was crazy and possessed.
And in the ten minutes of my moans and rapid breathing intertwining, I finally knew what could make a woman boil and make a woman gradually crazy.
I undoubtedly cracked the password to open my mother's body, and I found the button on her body.
At the same time, I was in a state of madness, covered in my mouth with my mother's body fluids.
While I continued to eroticize my mother, I adjusted my body posture and half-kneeled to masturbate myself, because such a lustful situation almost reached my limit.
But almost at the same time, my mother pulled my hand away and pulled me closer to her, guiding the tip of the front of my penis to aim at her plump and bulging hole. Although the light was a little dim at this moment, the narrow and long hole that cracked between the wet and shiny labia still showed a hidden thirst. The inner flesh of the fresh powder barrier, which was about to burst, was gently stabbing towards the middle of the crack. I just watched my young cock push away my mother's clear-level and small lips of different colors, and squeezed straight into my mother's body... and then I couldn't stop gushing out.
Just like the one I once worried about.
I have hardly inserted all my penis into my mother's vagina.
Damn it!
I deserve to die!
Who should I complain about premature ejaculation at this time?!
...Mom comforted me in a low voice and said it was okay.
She hugged me tightly in her arms, rubbed her body against my body while kissing me, and didn't mind that the fluid flowing out of her lower body was still stained with my mouth.
But I was straight, numb and confused.
But my cock was still involuntarily like a tadpole that had just grown its hind legs, shaking and shaking, and continued to work hard to flow out my semen, as if all the inventory stored in the seminal vesicles would not give up until they were shaken off.
Such a rare night actually made me mess up. I finally woke up and was not as drunk as before.
I have tried to make it only one night like this week.
But when it needed to show its power, it ended so quickly.
Maybe it was the same night, Phil and his bed night would definitely not be like this. Phil's big cock must have made Mrs. Gaskill dying. According to my mother, Maureen admired Phil's sexual ability very much. If it were me, she would have been kicked out of the game by Mrs. Gaskill early in the morning... Such random thoughts made me even more unhappy.
Of course, what really makes me feel deeply sad and regretful is that I love my mom, I like having sex with my mom, and I like lingering intimacy with her body.
I was particularly depressed that such a sweet time was so short.
It was like this that I was close to my mother's body and warm body for a long time that I was able to relieve most of my bad mood on my mother's warm body.
Feeling the change in my emotions, my mother pushed me away from her, leaned down to suck my penis and kissed my testicles.
Maybe it was because I was in a low mood, or because my mother was reluctant.
In short, I could feel how my mother's tongue touched my glans. Her thoughts were so strong and stubborn that she wanted to awaken my sexual ability again. She must have felt that under her persistence, her baby's son's penis could become hard and long again.
Moreover, tonight’s Friday is completely different from the previous week’s Fridays, because tonight, my mother and I were very conscious and neither of us really had a glass of wine while we were sitting in the bar.
If my mother and I had different ambivalences or needed some concealment or excuses before this, we might have really drunk too much wine that was intoxicating enough.
But not tonight. Both my mother and I are still awake. Our purpose is to enjoy a clear sexual pleasure and to imprint these passionate pictures in our minds.
There is no need to make up any lies or excuses between us, because we love each other so we make love.
I looked at my mother, who usually had a dignified and rigorous face, and she was having sex with her honey-colored hair unconventionally, and the desire to completely conquer her mother rose again. This thought was obviously reflected in the changes in my penis.
My mother tucked the silk and threw it to me with a charming look. She pointed the toes of her thighs to my shoulders and let me fall down and lie flat on her bedroom bed. Then, my mother bent her legs and crossed her thighs like a western cow girl and rode directly on my waist and hips.
This kind of female superior sexual intercourse posture is naturally a new sexual experience for me. I simply let my mother guide and control her next, and obey her happy love... Soon, I felt that the crown of my penis once again touched my mother's tight and elastic vaginal entrance. The lubricating love juice overflowing from the hole came through, which made me shivering.
My mother bent her waist and leaned down slightly to lean on the hardness of my penis and sat down. The bottom of her female vagina was smooth and tender, so comfortable that it made me feel as if I had entered a fairyland.
At this moment, my mother was so beautiful. Her body was extremely beautiful like a translucent jade man. Her pair of plump conical breasts were so high and raised. Her high sexual desire made the hardened and swollen nipples emit a reddish-brown light... My mother's whole body pressed heavily on me with her buttocks, and the inner wall of her vagina began to tighten and wrap my penis. Even though my mother had not started any movement, I could already feel the grip friction of the inside of my mother's vagina.
Perhaps it was the spontaneous private and slow instinct of desire in her body.
I just used my entire body and even my soul to experience my mother's body and a real woman's body.
My mother's body was not supposed to sway, almost as if she was slowly twisting her waist casually, then lay on me, resting her chin on my shoulders, and whispering in my ears: …I have surrounded you, and you can't escape... Who told you to open my buttons, you have already angered me...
I found the figure of the once lively and beautiful female cheerleader in my mother's words.So I said, Mom, I seemed to see you when you were a girl, playful and charming.
My mother said: ...I looked weird when I was a teenager, and my two slender legs felt so thin, like a maldeveloped child, without any sight...
I said I didn't believe it, and my mother smiled and said that I seemed like the boys who looked at her at that time, but she didn't know what attracted their eyes to her.
I said I didn't have the right to choose a woman who would become my mother, but I have the best mother in the world.
...That was the first time I really felt the convulsions in my mother's lower abdomen. It was a convulsion from her deep and inner body that was extremely tender.
Is that what muscles work that some mothers never realize?
Following the inner, profound, tender rhythm that I cannot understand.
I couldn't help but ask my mother: What's wrong with you?
...Mom has tasted indescribable delicacies on you...I just came...
These are something I could never imagine before.
My mother told me what she was doing and told me how she felt when she slowly rubbed my penis to get the pleasure of orgasm.
I want to see if my mother's face looks vivid and attractive when she orgasm?
In this position, or perhaps because I had premature ejaculation before, my penis was kept firm and even every time I endured the pressure from my mother's vagina, it would increase my proud rise.
And my mother is like a new adult toy she is testing, and it is getting more and more surging to me...
Ultimately, my mom gave me an idea of how to get multiple orgasms in me through this position.Mom said she had come at least three times.
I like the feeling of being stuffed inside, I like the feeling of being clamped inside... How much I like this feeling Ah... Mai Mai, can you still provide some dessert to your mother who has endured loneliness for a long time?
As my mother said that, she changed from a complete control girl to a position of lying on the bed on her back, raising her legs until her heels were pressed against her ears...Mai Mai... Come here... fuck me...
This is a very weird position, because a woman's limbs cannot be so soft, and her hands and feet cannot be so flexible.
However, my mother's body is really unbelievable.
Maybe it’s because of the long-term persistence in training Pilates?
I stared at this slender body, with an extremely pure white complexion, except for the small rosy patch of smooth vagina... I slowly leaned over and leaned against my chest against the back of my mother's thigh.
I could see that my penis could be penetrated deeper into my mother's vagina, and gradually felt that the top of my penis was destroying a solid, defended barrier at the end of her uterine cavity...
...I can't stop you from ejaculating inside me.Mom suddenly sighed.
And I am so focused on the feeling of fucking my mother, and my hands are greedy and constantly wandering and stroking my mother's body.
Under your offensive, I have no choice... Mom continued to sigh.
I began to adjust the pressure brought by my weight and evacuated some distance to my mother's body, but my mother's hand held my elbow.
Her intentions are very clear.
What she is seeking is precisely the feeling of being powerless and helpless now.
Now... in this posture, you can shoot at me like this in my body, whatever you want... I have no way to stop it.My mother suddenly said with some grief.
I have this plan... I answered, but did not stop my movements. My answer was to confirm whether it was appropriate for my mother to do this.
You shouldn't have done that, mom still sighed.Now is the wrong time for this month.
I wondered and remember, I have too little experience and I have never considered this from the perspective of fertility control.
I didn't understand at that time, what was the relationship between this time of the month and the error.
I know my mother has menstruation every month, and I also know my mother has PMS.
However, this disease is not very scary to me at least.
Every time this moment comes, my mother always seems to be frivolous and depressed, and even somewhat moody and unreasonable.
Usually in this situation, I know I shouldn’t bother her, and letting her stay alone is the best way.
But I never seriously thought about what it means for women to have periods, or from a biological point of view.
We once had a chapter on this in Health class, but I was not the best student at the time, and I didn’t think too much about what it means and what it means.
Just like mathematics, how do I know in what occasion I need to use theoretical knowledge of trigonometry?
I'm not a superman, and I can't focus my only energy on all issues.
So it is easy for me to selectively forget this class and stop paying attention to it.
But I do feel that some situations are happening at the moment.
Is this another new thing that my mother gave me?
I know a little bit about the so-called role-playing game in the adult erotic world.
Didn’t the costumes of the French little maid come into being for this purpose?
So I think, maybe my mother is also playing a certain type of role, similar to No, No Ah... It is not known as a teasing method.
No!I want to cum for you, mom.I said, trying to make my tone sound firm.
Don't do this... Mom responded helplessly.
I insist on it.I can't doubt reiterate it again.
Alas... I can't stop you at all.Mom sighed.
I did not understand the reason at that time, nor did I know that my mother had no role-playing erotic habits.
I was really stupid at that time.
Moreover, I want to thank my mother for her selfless generosity.
Because the position she put for me was the position that the bastard quarterback asked her to repeat the same position as the same many times.
The vicious bastard told her mother how passive and helpless she was at that moment, how Chuku Pity's appearance made him fanatic and he deliberately used this sexual position to inseminate the ignorant girl's body, not only simply playing with her, but also making her belly bigger.
Later, my mother discovered that the bastard quarterback was always like this to those girls who had been fooled by him, and ruthlessly teased the pregnant woman and kicked the ignorant girl away.
Rumor has it that he let the other two girls get pregnant at the same time before the bastard quarterback’s parents sent him to Yale.
But his lawyer's father knew how to help him escape responsibility.
What a shameless act.
The bastard quarterback at that time made her mind mess up and made her mom go around.
You should know that my mother was only fifteen years old at that time, and that veteran of flower clusters easily and completely dominated her.
Some of the moms' behaviors begin to want to do that in some form or way. In psychology, experts have studied how some children intentionally make trouble to get their parents' attention.
This is the only way they know to get attention, and parents themselves are hurt, unable to understand what they are not giving their children really need.
Maybe similar situations have happened to my mother, or there are differences.
My mother has been working hard to make her mind healthy for many years and show her positive image.
At the same time, she has been having trouble getting out of the crisis of trust in men, but now she is with a man she loves deeply and wants him to touch her sexually.
She put herself in a situation with unpleasant and uncomfortable memories, but she still wants to know if the situation will be different when she has sex with a man she really loves in such a position, and she hopes to gain different feelings and results.
To some extent, the mom's claim played a positive role and it worked.
As I continued to charge against my mother's body, she didn't feel scared to escape.
And I did get creampie in my mom in a completely dominant way I like, and probably out of my passion for it.
It does replace some bad memories.
But my mother and I have never used this kind of sex position again.
I talked about such a broad memory in general, what I wanted to express and what I wanted to express was: the incest behavior code that was not published in the book for us to read.
My mother has rich experience in sexuality, although some of the experiences are not pleasant to recall.
And as far as my mother is concerned, I rarely know what happened to her in the past years.
I just went with the flow and let it go.
But the passion we share and the sublimation of our feelings for each other help us surpass the most difficult parts.
Given that all this is a completely taboo sexual behavior, we cannot speak up and seek help from others, and it is even more impossible to draw any wisdom and inspiration from other experiences of mother-son incest behavior.
All this happened is amazing.
By the way, let’s say a few more words.
One of the reasons why I never had sex with my mom in that sex position again was that when I spewed out the semen inside my mom, I realized that she was so helpless and passive, and that feeling was quite wrong.
I don’t want to or want my mother to become passive and helpless when having sex with me. She is definitely not a sex doll for me to just vent my desires and enjoy myself.
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Another week passed.
This is slightly different from the previous week, as I get a lot more erotic kiss than I did in the past.
My mother and I didn't do anything other than kissing, but those kisses always brought the lustful sound of my mother's sexual desire.
I almost always had to follow the beat of their moaning to comfort myself.
A week's brand new Friday night is coming soon.When I arrived at the lab, Phil was wandering outside the lab’s door.
What are you doing here?I couldn't help asking him in confusion.
This is…I want to go in, Phil said.But she asked me to come out.
oh?Isn't this nonsense, I said to Phil.You are not a student taking art classes.
Uh, I mean…I just…want to go in and see her.
Are you two having a conflict?quarrel?I asked Phil.
So I can't figure it out, I think everything is good Ah... Phil said.But Maureen suddenly told me that she had something else to do tonight.so……
I shrugged.
Maybe you can ask Jennifer to talk to her about the reasons.Phil advised.
All right.I said, shrugging again to express my complete understanding.
Before Phil left, he told me that he would turn the phone into vibration mode so that if I called him, he would answer the call as soon as possible.
I guess he might go to Kelsey Bar and wait for my news while having a drink and chatting to relieve his boredom.
The human painting course in art class continues.
The difference is that when I looked at my mother's naked body, I could treat it with a calmer attitude than before.
Of course, I am familiar with my mother's body enough. Seeing her naked body is no longer a new thing for me, and only I know that I will not only see her naked body, but I can have fun sex with this body.
So I painted more paintings created from inspiration from my understanding of my mother's body.
The characteristics of charcoal pens are easy to use, and I feel that the effect of using it to create shadows is very ideal.
Students are not allowed to talk to models during class.
But after class I waited for my mother to arrive in front of the laboratory gate as usual.
As she walked out lightly, Maureen talked and laughed with her, just as usual.
I should ask you (I point to my mother) to talk to her (I point to Maureen).Regarding why Phil can't meet Mrs. Gaskill tonight.He was in a very low mood.
They exchanged a knowing look, and I don't know what it implies.
It has nothing to do with you.Mrs. Gaskil replied plainly.
I raised my hands to show surrender.
Well, I was just entrusted by someone to tell him what he told me.
I will deal with it myself.Maureen said, but her tone didn't sound angry with Phil.She glanced at my mother.Don't do anything I don't like.
It was another strange look, and then Maureen walked towards the parking lot alone.
What happened to Phil and her?I couldn't help asking.
I don't need to tell you everything.Mom said.
Well, then can I know?I still want to know why.
Do you think Maureen would realize that I missed the news?Mom asked.
Not for a million years.I said with guarantee.
Well, at the right time, maybe I will tell you it.After my mother finished speaking, she smiled at me.
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I sat in my mother's bathroom with a large bathtub with a whirlpool spray, which was big enough to accommodate both of us, mother and son.
Mom's back rested on me.
The noise from the jets was loud, so mom didn't choose to turn them on.
We just soaked in the bathtub.
My hands stroked my mother's two elastic breasts.
This time, my mother's nipples were not so erect.
Maybe it was because the hot water overflowed our shoulders.
Maureen has always...loved dangerous and stimulating sexual intercourse... Mom told me what was happening between Mrs. Gaskill and Phil.
What is considered a dangerous sexual behavior?As I asked this, I suddenly had a fantasy of love between men and women when they were skydiving high (I told you that many times I am quite ignorant, please forgive me for my irrelevance).
She never uses birth control when she has sex.
This is exactly what condoms are used for.I echoed, showing off some proudly the limited sexual knowledge I had.
So, she wouldn't let Phil wear a condom to have sex with her.
Wow!I said.
So when things are a little too dangerous, she won't continue to be with him.
Too dangerous means that she may have an accident in pregnancy?I guessed.
That's right.Mom said affirmation.
Well, I don't think Phil should have any comments on this.I feel that according to my mentality about Phil today, I have expressed my point of view.
Maureen wouldn't tell Phil that anything about contraception was known.
Why?
In fact, Maureen would even lie about Phil on this matter.She probably told Phil that she had been taking birth control medication.
I don't understand you.I said to my mom.
Knowing that this is dangerous, she is prone to conception without any contraceptive measures, but instead makes Maureen and Phil go to have sex wildly.But once Phil knows the truth, he may be psychologically burdened by it.Maybe he can't release his best form.
So that's it, it's a strange thing.I think the same is true. The purpose of Phil is willing to have sex with Maureen is certainly not to create any baby.
Maureen likes Phil.Based on what I know about her over the years, Maureen obviously likes him very much.Even so, however, Maureen prefers dangerous and irritating sexual behavior.There are many reasons here, but it is very complicated.
Women are complicated.I stroked my mother's lower abdomen. Although she had given birth to a child, her lower abdomen was still flat and smooth.
Where is me?My mother suddenly asked me this question.
...I only accept the Fifth Amendment (a metaphor for refusing to answer).As I said, my finger pressing into my mother's narrow, vertical grooved belly button.
My mother couldn't help but turn her head back and kiss me in the bathtub, and cooperated with me to shake her body.
Then he returned to his previous position of backing against me.
Then we talked about some other trivia.Finally, my mother repeatedly told me not to tell Phil what happened over Maureen, and I agreed to keep silent about it.
Then I followed my mom into her bedroom because this moment was a romantic Friday night that belonged to me and my mom.
After going to bed, my mother first put a big pillow under her buttocks and then put more on her back.
Judging from my feelings, this posture should not be very comfortable for women.
But my mother denied my point of view.
Then my mother instructed me to kneel on the bed and move forward to her. After she could touch my erect penis with her hands, my mother pulled my big tip to close her already wet vagina.
Mai Mai, this time you have to enter my body very slowly.My mother told me this.
Is it like the very slow, very slow snails crawling among the leaves under the shade of summer?
If you can move more slowly than the snail, I will be very happy to accept it.Mom laughed softly.
Well, this is really a bit difficult.
Mai Mai...Do you like having sex with your mother?Mom still laughed softly.
Well?Of course Ah.
Then you must be obedient just like Phil obeying Maureen’s arrangements!My mother suddenly said in a cold and orderly tone.
Uh?
This made me quite painful.
However, I replaced the loyal answer with actions.
I could clearly see my mother's vagina was swallowing my penis little by little.
I could also feel that my mother's vagina tonight was still as slippery as usual, but the inner wall of the vagina did not become hot as before and directly reached the boiling point.
So what can I do? Only by obeying my mother's orders and slowly entering her body...waiting for my mother to say that it's great, and I dare to exert a little force when I push it a little more.
The whole process was very, very slow, fortunately, my entire penis finally completely pushed into my mother's body, and my testicles were gently pressed against my mother's tight and round buttocks.
I was really surprised what my mother wanted to do, because I had seen her clitoral buds blooming on the top of her vulva, just above my penis.
One of my mother's hands reached out and massaged it.
Don't move now, mom said.I want to give you some wonderful experience.
A very focused look appeared on my mother's face, and I soon felt something entangled in my penis.
I stared at my mother's vagina, but I couldn't see any obvious abnormal changes in appearance.
Then my penis was loosened and then I was grabbed again.
Mom explained Kegel's love muscle to me and continued to use her love muscle to me until it began to feel like it turned into a hand, stroking my penis.
Now, slowly pull your penis away, Mom said softly to me.It should be as very, very patient and slow as it was when it was pushed.
I did it the way my mother did, and it turned out to be like something inside my mother's vagina to stop me from leaving completely, and they wanted to trap my penis firmly in my mother's body.
Ah!This is really an indescribable feeling.I shouted in amazement.
This method was taught by your bastard father back then.This way we can sit on his thigh in the back of the team bus during the away trip, and he can have sex with me in this way without anyone paying attention to us, and then shoot all the semen into me.Mom said in a slightly self-deprecating tone.
I understand why this posture is taken with the real purpose.I said to my mother with some breath.
…Yes…yes…yes…if you…want to creampie inside your mom too…
I think I can wait for my mother to come to orgasm.Then we will talk together.
Mai Mai, do you really want to ejaculate in your mother’s body?Mom still repeated this question.
Yes, I really want to.I admit that the stimulating effect brought by my mother to the words she said to me in person was amazing.
If you insist on thinking this way, you can do it.Mom looked at me and said.
The reason why I asked this and agreed with you was not to tease you and make you more excited.I do this in hopes that you can think more or less about the matter when it happens.
But if mom, you continue to let your Kegel muscles tease my penis like this, it will soon come true and ejaculate inside your body. I can't help but start to breathe while talking.
My mother has been teasing my penis all the time, and she has no sense of stopping.
My spine began to ached faintly, so I had to hold my hands on my mother's knees. At this moment, this was a perfect hand support.
Be sure to tell me before you want to cum inside.Mom still said softly slowly.
I'm really close.I gasped.
Come here, Mai Mai.
My mother asked me to lean against her, which made my penis deeper into her vagina.Mom pulled my face above her cheek, her eyes staring at me with extraordinary calmness
Mai Mai, every time you and a woman are going to do this, you must remember that when you ejaculate inside her, you may get her pregnant.
I won't have sex with other women anymore.I said breathlessly.
You have to do this, it's just a matter of time sooner or later.Mom said to me.
I love what we did together, but it can't last forever.You know this, too.You also need to date other women.
Sooner or later, I will let my mother understand and understand my heart.I'm enduring.My mother's lower body did not relax me, her genitals kept strangling my penis.
You just need to understand that doing so may make you a father to a child.Mom said.
But it can't be the father of your child.My breathing became rapid.
Why not be the father of my child?Mom responded.
Because mom is not Maureen, you will take birth control pills.Although I tried my best to maintain my patience, my voice became a little sharp and harsh.
What made you think this way?Mom still has no intention of ending the conversation.
Mom, don’t you?
That was never my option.Why do I need it?I won't have sex with men.
So, what are we doing now?
All men are incomparable to you in my eyes... Also, if you love me, you will not abandon me.
But this can't change the fact that I am a man, we are just having sex... I really have to endure it to the limit.
I want to say, if you want to ejaculate inside your mom, Mai Mai, you can get me pregnant like your asshole father did.You must always remember this.
I can't help it!Mother!I was almost roaring.
Mom pressed my twisted face against her cheek.He kissed me and murmured: Then you ejaculate into your mother's body.
I finally understood my mother's good intentions. My bastard father made her pregnant without her mother's consent, just like the first time he forced a sexual relationship with her without her consent.
But she did admit she would like to have sex with me.
And now... my mother also agreed to allow me to let her conceive!
It is extremely abnormal to measure from the perspective of the moral standards of the general public.
But because of my appearance, my mother made a decision she had never made before.
The result of this continued development was that she decided that if she had to accept the arrival of a child, at least she would confirm herself who she wanted to have the child with.
Her phobia for men has always been, and her disgust for choosing a more acceptable partner, prevents her from doing what our culture and morality will accept.
What mom cares about now is ultimately owning and exercising the right to choose what she thinks is the right choice.
Ah…Mom…My Mom…I kept gasping for a lot of cum.These dangerous seeds are rushing towards mother's uterus.
Yes, yes...I am yours...my baby, Mai Mai...Mom whimpered.Give them all to me.
Everything calmed down, and we mother and son hugged each other. Only after I calmed down my violent breathing could I express my surprise.
I now...sincerely understand Maureen, mom said.
Your bastard father once sweetly told me that he wanted me to get pregnant.I don't really believe his words.I thought it was just a moment of joke, like the trash talk you had said with the team that competed against each other.But I was really stupid at that time.I know very little about sex, and I thought you had to want to get pregnant before something like pregnancy could happen.But I like the idea that he wanted to have a baby with me.I thought he would marry me and we would be happy forever.
Do you think Maureen has this kind of yearning?
Won't.She wanted to have a child with her husband, but it never came true.Then she drove him away, but the desire to have a family never left in her heart.But, like me, she doesn’t trust men, or at least she hasn’t met a man she trusts enough to make that kind of long-term commitment.But the dangerous sex made her dream and long forever.
Mom...whether of you?
To me, I am different from Maureen.I love you.If I had your flesh and blood, I would love your children as much as I love you.
Mom, you shouldn't have my children.You are my mom Ah!
I know.However, I won't take birth control pills.
Mother!
You can absolutely choose not to have sex with me.Mom said.
Now this is unfair to me, I complained.Please don't use the nuclear bomb option on me.
I won't use nuclear bomb threats to you.Since you don't want me to get pregnant, you want to have sex with me.Then you need to talk to me and find out when sex is the most dangerous.
When is sex the most dangerous?I asked.
Well, like tonight, tonight is not the best time in the world.Mom said.
Why?
Because I haven't ovulated yet, but I think I will ovulate within one or two days.
Unacceptable.I sighed.
You knew it before you shot your sperm into my body more than ten minutes ago, dear.Do you want to deny it?
I don't know you are... I don't know what words to use to describe it.
Mature?
Yes, mature.I said.
I was indeed at the most mature moment for a woman tonight, Mai Mai.But it was another Friday night.What do you think I should do?
My mind was in chaos.
This is simply crazy...so crazy!
I can't let my mom get pregnant for me!
But if I don’t want my mother to conceive, the premise is not to have sex with her... I recalled the feeling of ejaculation in my mother just now. It was also extremely crazy when she was not taking birth control pills!
But in fact, at that time I didn’t realize the dangers of this, and I didn’t correctly distinguish my mother’s reminder.
Now I already know.
I lay there, trying to imagine my mother's flat belly gradually bulging, and there was a baby that I should be responsible for. I made it in my mother's body.
Mom, do you want to have a child?I asked.
I don't want to, mom said, but I don't plan to do anything to avoid it.Everything goes with the flow and depends on the arrangements of God's will.
I do not understand.I said in a deep thought.
...I was very unhappy when I got pregnant with you.Mom seems to be recalling the past.
...And I hate this baby.I kept crying for this.I feel pain and sad.I hate Rodney, I hate life.I hate childbirth, I hate the push of contractions... Later, the nurse and everyone hugged you in front of my chest, and everything changed... You are so beautiful, and you stole my heart in just one second... I have never complained about anything since.I did everything my parents asked me to do, I learned how to take care of you… You gave me a reason to continue living and make my life better.
Mother
So now, right here, I'm lying in bed with a man I love, a man who won't run away and leave me.What I want to express is that I know you will graduate, find a job, move to live somewhere else, start your new family but you will always love me and I will always love you.If I were pregnant with this man's child, I knew I would be happy with this feeling of pregnancy.This would be completely different.It will be positive, not negative.If this man claimed my uterus, then I can finally tell Rodney - of course, you have completely lost in my mind!You can never have me anymore, my uterus now belongs to another man, and the child of another man will suck my milk.
Mom kissed me.
I know my idea is stupid.If you are asked to do the same, that is really stupid.But this idea will not bother me at all.
The incredible thing happened according to the way my mother described it, and I suddenly felt that it was worth worrying about without any trouble.
Maybe I can't kick that asshole in the ass but I can take away the uterus of the woman he swore to sovereignty.
I can turn that uterus into mine, not his anymore.
I can snatch his most beautiful woman and make her my woman.
A kind of vigorous blood was about to burst into my chest.
That's why, I became very motivated again.
The penis became hard as copper and iron again.
I pulled my mother's hands up and my eyes burned with hot flames.
Mom, I am ready to bear all the consequences.What can't bother you, and you can't bother me.so
My mother's fingers passed through my fingers and were closely linked to my ten fingers.
I believe what you said was done after careful consideration... But Mai Mai...
Mom, tonight, I will let me claim your uterus as a dignified man. Is it OK?
……
Mom, you have always been the way you guide me in sex again. Can I let you follow my instructions this time?If you don't laugh at my clumsiness, against my wildness.
……
Mom, I want to fuck you from behind!As I said, I let go of my fingers that were buckled with my mother, came from the bed to the floor, and stood beside my mother's bedroom bed.
Mom looked at me, looking at your current state, she probably wouldn't let mom help you kiss your big woodpecker.
I smiled, and my mother went over and said that my cock was like a burr on a porcupine.
No, Mai Mai.Your...your dick is big, really big.If it doesn't have enough size, my Kegels won't make you that good experience.Maureen once told me about this experience.
Mom, I once had a very naive and luxurious hope that I would become a man who makes all women unable to help themselves.I will conquer them while satisfying them...I have changed this naive idea now.I won’t think of other women. My heart is only enough to accommodate a woman, and that is, you, Mom.
Mai Mai...
Mom, in the future, I just want to conquer your body while satisfying you, a woman!
……
Come here, mom, stick your butt up for the man you love.I know that deep down you have always been a wild girl...
A few minutes later, my mother's convex and convex body was as tight as Guyuan's crossbow. My winner-like hands climbed up my mother's smooth and round buttocks. I also tried to arch my body and let the big head crown at the top of my penis gently press against my mother's smooth and delicate hole, and the labia that had not yet stretched out... My mother's refreshing and smooth back burst out with scattered muscles, her naked buttocks twisted restlessly, and the muscles on her buttocks trembled slightly eagerly, and the fart hole was like a shy stamen, blooming and contracting. I'm going to fuck you!Mother!My excitement and breathing were accompanied by my mother's moans...
When she was taking a shower at night, I secretly stood outside her bathroom door, and her unique humming came from the running water on the rain shower head, and my mother was comforting herself.
I'm not sure if she has relied on certain measures, such as using a certain simulated large penis.
But what I can be sure of is that when I sneaked back to the single bed in my room that night, I couldn't help but start masturbating again.
Then for the next six days, my hunger was not too bad, because I really didn’t have that much perseverance and patience to wait for Friday.
I masturbate a lot more times than I used to.
Imagine that my mother holds one of her adult toys, twitches it while thinking that it is my dick. This kind of imagination is very easy for people to get sperm into the brain.
This is also an association that is too easy for me to ejaculate.
I know this is a bit vain-driven, but I would rather believe that my mother has obtained sexual satisfaction in masturbation because she thinks about my penis.
Just like when I was masturbating now, my sexual fantasy object could never be another woman anymore. Even Mrs. Gaskill no longer misses her. I think after Mrs. Gaskill met me in the laboratory, she must have thought about what the dick in my crotch looked like, and whether it was a big one?
This is not an exaggeration.
But I won't be so arrogant now, because I know Phil has stripped Mrs. Gaskill's underwear with her own hands, so I don't think she will think of me when she is lonely.
That's what my mother told me. She said that Maureen likes Phil very much. This kind of liking naturally includes a lot of sexual matters between Mrs. Gaskill and Phil... It doesn't matter, I just want to get a woman now, my mother.
It was only two years later that I realized that in those days my mother masturbated even more times than I did.
She had been content with the comfort given to her once a week with a secret date with Mr. Dildo until I accidentally broke through her physical defense.
However, in the three weeks after that night with me, my mother masturbated four to five times a day.
One time, she even said she masturbated in her car and took advantage of the gaps when she made an appointment with a customer.
My mother once explained to me: she starved her feelings to death because of her complete despair for a man.
Of course, this was not what she chose to fast out of voluntary voluntary, but she felt that every food she saw (i.e. every man) from then on might have the potential danger of food poisoning her. Although this is not necessarily absolute, choosing not to try will always outweigh the serious harm caused by poisoning; but after experiencing the indulgence with me, she suddenly realized that she had been seriously missing, she was so eager to get the love and sex of a man again, and now she was eager to get more.
Let's continue to expand on the metaphor of food. She gave up her past eating habits and no longer avoided food.
Instead, I chose to eat a lot of food that makes her fat (addiction) and is the most unhealthy food (her son) me!
Of course, my mother also knows clearly how innocent and delicious my dishes will be at the entrance, and how many things will be detrimental to her health!
So when my mother is with me within a week, she always tries her best to remain calm and calm, calm and cold as if she is a cool cucumber.
Of course I don’t know if there is really a scientific evidence. Anyway, there is an ancient saying that eating more cucumbers will reduce sexual desire.
Except Friday night!
It turns out that Mrs. Gaskill was very satisfied with Phil and his actually oversized penis.
She and my mom have always been best friends who can talk about everything. She said bluntly that what really attracted her was not Phil's dick size, although that also helped a lot in the sex scene, but Phil was willing to follow her instructions on how to best use his big stick.
Mrs. Maureen Gaskiel is definitely a powerful combat power in the Cougar (Mature Women).
Maureen's casually unintentional words made my mother have a wild and beautiful thought in her heart. At that moment, my mother decided to shape me into a sexual partner similar to Phil or a better one.
This was also what my mother later revealed to me bit by bit.
Say back.My mother looks like a graceful lady under her bed, but once she goes to bed in the bedroom on Friday night, it will be another charming...
Therefore, every Friday night, we usually go to Kelsey Bar for a drink, then say goodbye, and go back to their houses to have fun in private.
Mom will let me try some new experiences at home.
And after the first massive noise broke out, the fanatic wave of the Kelsey Bar incident did not continue.
Part of the reason is that regulars already know who my mom and Maureen are.
These two beautiful and strange women came to the bar, and the shock at the beginning had disappeared.
Another main reason is that Maureen and Phil are a pair, Jennifer and Maime are another pair, and the two beauties are already famous flowers and masters, and everyone can see clearly in their eyes.
After we arrived at Kelsey Bar together for the third and fourth time (Phil always waited for Mrs. Gaskill after Friday night’s Art Lab class), for others, it was like the magician’s hat trick had long been seen through the trump card path, no longer having mystical and attractive.
Of course, some people would still come to dance, and the guests at the bar table would return to the dance floor one after another.
You can teach an old dog a new trick, in which bar owner Mickey is very smart, and he has planned and started promoting the dance night.
The reason why he agreed to clear the empty dance floor that day was because of this plan.
Every time, when the night on Friday has spread to such a rich and deep moment, I should clarify the progress of things in the actual order I have experienced, that is, the sex between me and my mother.
However, time has passed so long, and many emergencies have occurred in many days and nights after this.
So although I remember what happened, I cannot be very sure whether the order of what happened was correct.
But this does not affect the truth that I will tell you everything that happened with my mother.
I remember that Friday night, my mother and I just returned home from Kelsey Bar and just passed by the kitchen, my mother couldn't help but hug me and kiss her passionately. My mother's slender waist rubbed against my crotch and mouth, making noise. For some reason, the sound made me think of the pigeons foraging in the square making a cooing, cooing sound to the tourists.
However, isn’t my mother also looking for food at this time?
The upcoming indulgence time on Friday night made my mother completely abandon her reserve, like a stranger who became extremely wild. At such a moment, my mother allowed me to be her lover, her man, the perpetrator of her body... but not her son.
Perhaps because my resistance to this temptation was too weak, my eager erection immediately aroused my mother's alertness. She let go of me and pulled her back to hug me.
After a while, I casually said to me: I have a little troubles in my private parts tonight, and some new little hairs emerged.Are you willing to help me with...shave them?
To be honest, I haven't shaved anything like that except my own face, let alone female pubic hair.
However, my mother had already started to wear loose clothes in front of me, and she clearly didn't say anything.
I can only try to be a dedicated student, although I don't.
But sharing and serving my mother is an unshirkable responsibility in my opinion.
My mother, who was naked in the bedroom, stared at me, who was obviously reserved and uneasy because of her tension. She said to me in a displeasure that when doing this kind of thing, both of us must remain naked in the process.
Of course I didn't refute it.
For safety, I applied a lot of foam to my mom's vulva, which was much more necessary than I thought, but I didn't explain it to my mom.
My mother supported her body on the bed. She leaned against a stack of pillows, her knees bent and her slender and symmetrical legs were spread wide.
She laid a large towel under her butt.
Somewhat embarrassing is that my dick stands hard like a stone at this time.
Regarding this aspect, I have actually started self-practice in private, with the purpose of trying to make my erection last longer during masturbation, and of course I also hope to delay the ejaculation time; I have often imagined such a scene, because my lasting endurance and hardness for a long enough time, so that my mother can get the orgasm that she satisfies with for this.
Of course I don't really know how to get a woman to orgasm, but I think my mom should be able to get them.
Because I have some vague memories of my mother's voice. At that time, my mother once moaned and said that she was coming.
I couldn't let too much random thoughts, my mother had handed me the razor she used to. I carefully dragged it over the soap bubbles floating around my entire vulva.
I don't know if it's because the female razor is different from the men's razor I use, or because of my high sense of concentration, but I do feel the feeling of the blade passing through the foam and the stubble falling off one after another.
This experience is amazing.
Every time I use my mother's female razor to draw a piece of her delicate skin area, it is like plowing out a smooth and flat fertile field in the weed-growing desolation, bringing the joy of similar to some kind of wilderness harvest.
Finally, compared with the untreated shaved parts, there are more and more areas of cleansing skin, and the jade-like skin in my mother's most private part exudes a holy beauty.
My thumb was pressed on the top of the crack in my mother's vulva slit and gently rubbed it. This was as my mother's previous instructions, I asked me to press my hand against her mons pubis to stabilize and flatten the folds on her skin, but I did the opposite.
It was not until the great achievement was about to be completed and near the end that I realized that my unruly fingers were flirting with my mother's mysterious pistil and clitoris, where her clitoris was.
It was when I was in high school that I once dated a beautiful girl named Jolina.
Jolina looked straightforward and outgoing, so shortly after she met, she admitted that she was no longer a virgin and wanted me to fuck her.
Jolina is too in line with what I think of as a girl’s personality.
This made me a little scared, well, it was me who was worried about myself.
Because it's not that I don't want to have sex with Jolina.
More trouble is that what keeps coming to my mind is that if she is knowledgeable about sex, she may easily realize that I am completely a rookie in this kind of thing, or maybe I have some hidden diseases, or maybe other terrible associations like my sexual orientation.
Anyway, I won't say that this is because my mother has a result of my teaching. Of course, even if I told Jolina with a red head and a swelling face, she would definitely not believe it.
Oh, there is another objective fact that cannot be ignored.
I am almost unfamiliar with Jolina, and Jolina doesn't know me either; she would make the request to fuck her with a strange boy who almost didn't know the details.
I think this is a bit crazy.
But anyway, Jolina acted unyielding during this date. She pulled my hand into her crotch and rubbed her vagina like I thought I should have done.
Although I have no idea what the meaning of doing this is.
I know girls have clitoris, but I don't know what that thing is going on for women.
However, Jolina seemed to have fun.
In the end, we all took off our clothes almost completely, but the worries and concerns I had done before had caused a psychological shadow, which cost me a heavy price.
I can't really get hard, which makes me feel very embarrassed.
All my efforts to do this ended in failure, and the hardness of my cock never reached the point where it penetrated her body.
It was a disaster that was unbearable to look back on.
You can imagine how disgusting Jolina is to me.
But she herself did not reveal any harshness to me about this matter at that time, which made me very grateful.
However, three weeks later, a surprising dramatic scene appeared, and Jolina announced her high-profile pregnancy, and Tom Buckingham was the father of the fetus in her belly.
I don't know how to view this matter. Do you think it's funny?
Jolina dated me on Friday night, and Tom, who was waiting to enter, was arranged to meet on the next day, that is, on Saturday night.
Obviously, Tom's cock was hard enough and penetrated Jolina's body that night, so he recognized and believed that it was his child.
Also funny, if you find it funny, Jolina was born prematurely and gave birth to the baby two months in advance.
Tom's parents have been paying for her medical expenses and all the care surrounding the mother and son's daily life and other related matters.
Although the juvenile body was a premature baby two months earlier, it was a fully developed baby. Jolina's situation immediately fell into a mess...
The reason I think of this little episode of my past in life is because I want to say that even though I escaped that disaster, whether it was lucky or unfortunate for me, I didn’t learn much about female clitoris from it.
I used to be fascinated by Mrs. Gaskil and regarded her as my ideal mentor to teach me about sexual experience from the bottom of my heart. However, there was a strong obstacle from my mother, and alumnus Phil's first step towards her, which finally turned into a bubble.
However, what I didn't expect was that my mother was my teacher in terms of sex, and she was a great and unparalleled mentor.
Now it is time for me to appreciate and experience the sexual organs that are women's gender signs, which are the vagina of my mother in front of me.
After the teasing of my thumb just now, my mother's vagina was bulging and bulging, and the slit of the wet and hot vulva was filled with greasy love juice. The inner labia was carefully surging out from the relaxed vagina and rolling outwards; my mother's flat abdomen shrank and rose with her breathing that she tried hard to restrain... In my opinion, all this sexual attitude had endless magic to attract me.
Especially my mother's symmetrical labia minora, like red and purple calyx and a pair of butterfly wings that are about to fly.
It was also later that I learned that my mother had been worried about this small sign for a long time.
Before giving birth to me, her labia was always a secret and flexible; but after I was born, her labia changed, and she often curled and drooped in disobedience.
My mother once thought this was a manifestation of a woman's lewd physique and was deeply ashamed of it.
It was not until I met Mrs. Gaskill, my mother realized that some people thought this was one of the unique sexy signs of women.
However, I also don’t know whether this sexy sign is lucky or unfortunate for the woman Mom.
Because she has always rejected a man’s attitude, how could a man look at her penis so close and acknowledge how sexy it is?
This should be considered a mother's misfortune; but if mother is lucky, it is that I think her inner labia is sexy and charming.
My two fingers can't help but gently pinch and rub the pair of butterfly-like labia minora together.
I think my mother must have understood now how I love and obsess over her sexy private parts.
Of course, I will not be satisfied with the visual contact stage. I want to get closer to know everything about my mother. I want to climb onto my mother’s naked body. I want to put my cock on my mother’s body. I want to fuck my mother’s pussy, and then I want to ejaculate and be satisfied!
I feel like I can do it easily and happily without worrying about being rejected by my mom.
Just like what most men want to do (as women living around me have repeatedly told me), men will satisfy their original primitive desires, and they often feel that while possessing the body of this woman, their attitudes to each other are in harmony with each other, and they can get her joy and pleasure in their relationships with them anytime and anywhere, just like themselves.
But at this moment, I really love my mother's plump vagina. I especially like to hear the beautiful mother keep ringing and moaning while plucking my hands. This also gives me unprecedented pleasure at the same time. This is the ultimate enjoyment that is truly controlling a woman and her entire body.
In this process, the faint trace of Mom's physical reactions seemed to give a silent sign. I silently resolved my mother's deep meaning and changed my skills, how to gently caress and when should I adjust the force slightly; my fingers picked up and down the cracks in the vulva and hooked my mother's genitals, circled around the small circle, and repeatedly rubbed her firm clitoral buds.
At this time, even the clumsy and ignorant man should know that the itch that women cannot hide is not trying to tell you how to please this bud, but it is the key to controlling women's emotions!
A flash of my mind. Isn’t it a scene where a man licks a woman’s cunnilingus because of his hand-pressing moments? (Although most of the time, the impression of fast forward is very blurry)?
Maybe my mother’s view of me should have greatly changed, and the time for transcendence has arrived.
I walked forward with my lips and kissed the flower bud and clam bead of my mother whom I had been stroking.
Then my mother let out a loud voice in her mouth, her tone obviously different from before!.
…Yes, yes…suck it…don’t stop…oh…oh…mom’s mute voice, with tears in her heart.
I sucked my mother's vagina greedily, and the seductive body scent of my mother's private parts became more and more intense, and I captured my brain through my nostrils.
Then for about ten minutes, I kept licking and sucking my mother's clitoris like I was crazy and possessed.
And in the ten minutes of my moans and rapid breathing intertwining, I finally knew what could make a woman boil and make a woman gradually crazy.
I undoubtedly cracked the password to open my mother's body, and I found the button on her body.
At the same time, I was in a state of madness, covered in my mouth with my mother's body fluids.
While I continued to eroticize my mother, I adjusted my body posture and half-kneeled to masturbate myself, because such a lustful situation almost reached my limit.
But almost at the same time, my mother pulled my hand away and pulled me closer to her, guiding the tip of the front of my penis to aim at her plump and bulging hole. Although the light was a little dim at this moment, the narrow and long hole that cracked between the wet and shiny labia still showed a hidden thirst. The inner flesh of the fresh powder barrier, which was about to burst, was gently stabbing towards the middle of the crack. I just watched my young cock push away my mother's clear-level and small lips of different colors, and squeezed straight into my mother's body... and then I couldn't stop gushing out.
Just like the one I once worried about.
I have hardly inserted all my penis into my mother's vagina.
Damn it!
I deserve to die!
Who should I complain about premature ejaculation at this time?!
...Mom comforted me in a low voice and said it was okay.
She hugged me tightly in her arms, rubbed her body against my body while kissing me, and didn't mind that the fluid flowing out of her lower body was still stained with my mouth.
But I was straight, numb and confused.
But my cock was still involuntarily like a tadpole that had just grown its hind legs, shaking and shaking, and continued to work hard to flow out my semen, as if all the inventory stored in the seminal vesicles would not give up until they were shaken off.
Such a rare night actually made me mess up. I finally woke up and was not as drunk as before.
I have tried to make it only one night like this week.
But when it needed to show its power, it ended so quickly.
Maybe it was the same night, Phil and his bed night would definitely not be like this. Phil's big cock must have made Mrs. Gaskill dying. According to my mother, Maureen admired Phil's sexual ability very much. If it were me, she would have been kicked out of the game by Mrs. Gaskill early in the morning... Such random thoughts made me even more unhappy.
Of course, what really makes me feel deeply sad and regretful is that I love my mom, I like having sex with my mom, and I like lingering intimacy with her body.
I was particularly depressed that such a sweet time was so short.
It was like this that I was close to my mother's body and warm body for a long time that I was able to relieve most of my bad mood on my mother's warm body.
Feeling the change in my emotions, my mother pushed me away from her, leaned down to suck my penis and kissed my testicles.
Maybe it was because I was in a low mood, or because my mother was reluctant.
In short, I could feel how my mother's tongue touched my glans. Her thoughts were so strong and stubborn that she wanted to awaken my sexual ability again. She must have felt that under her persistence, her baby's son's penis could become hard and long again.
Moreover, tonight’s Friday is completely different from the previous week’s Fridays, because tonight, my mother and I were very conscious and neither of us really had a glass of wine while we were sitting in the bar.
If my mother and I had different ambivalences or needed some concealment or excuses before this, we might have really drunk too much wine that was intoxicating enough.
But not tonight. Both my mother and I are still awake. Our purpose is to enjoy a clear sexual pleasure and to imprint these passionate pictures in our minds.
There is no need to make up any lies or excuses between us, because we love each other so we make love.
I looked at my mother, who usually had a dignified and rigorous face, and she was having sex with her honey-colored hair unconventionally, and the desire to completely conquer her mother rose again. This thought was obviously reflected in the changes in my penis.
My mother tucked the silk and threw it to me with a charming look. She pointed the toes of her thighs to my shoulders and let me fall down and lie flat on her bedroom bed. Then, my mother bent her legs and crossed her thighs like a western cow girl and rode directly on my waist and hips.
This kind of female superior sexual intercourse posture is naturally a new sexual experience for me. I simply let my mother guide and control her next, and obey her happy love... Soon, I felt that the crown of my penis once again touched my mother's tight and elastic vaginal entrance. The lubricating love juice overflowing from the hole came through, which made me shivering.
My mother bent her waist and leaned down slightly to lean on the hardness of my penis and sat down. The bottom of her female vagina was smooth and tender, so comfortable that it made me feel as if I had entered a fairyland.
At this moment, my mother was so beautiful. Her body was extremely beautiful like a translucent jade man. Her pair of plump conical breasts were so high and raised. Her high sexual desire made the hardened and swollen nipples emit a reddish-brown light... My mother's whole body pressed heavily on me with her buttocks, and the inner wall of her vagina began to tighten and wrap my penis. Even though my mother had not started any movement, I could already feel the grip friction of the inside of my mother's vagina.
Perhaps it was the spontaneous private and slow instinct of desire in her body.
I just used my entire body and even my soul to experience my mother's body and a real woman's body.
My mother's body was not supposed to sway, almost as if she was slowly twisting her waist casually, then lay on me, resting her chin on my shoulders, and whispering in my ears: …I have surrounded you, and you can't escape... Who told you to open my buttons, you have already angered me...
I found the figure of the once lively and beautiful female cheerleader in my mother's words.So I said, Mom, I seemed to see you when you were a girl, playful and charming.
My mother said: ...I looked weird when I was a teenager, and my two slender legs felt so thin, like a maldeveloped child, without any sight...
I said I didn't believe it, and my mother smiled and said that I seemed like the boys who looked at her at that time, but she didn't know what attracted their eyes to her.
I said I didn't have the right to choose a woman who would become my mother, but I have the best mother in the world.
...That was the first time I really felt the convulsions in my mother's lower abdomen. It was a convulsion from her deep and inner body that was extremely tender.
Is that what muscles work that some mothers never realize?
Following the inner, profound, tender rhythm that I cannot understand.
I couldn't help but ask my mother: What's wrong with you?
...Mom has tasted indescribable delicacies on you...I just came...
These are something I could never imagine before.
My mother told me what she was doing and told me how she felt when she slowly rubbed my penis to get the pleasure of orgasm.
I want to see if my mother's face looks vivid and attractive when she orgasm?
In this position, or perhaps because I had premature ejaculation before, my penis was kept firm and even every time I endured the pressure from my mother's vagina, it would increase my proud rise.
And my mother is like a new adult toy she is testing, and it is getting more and more surging to me...
Ultimately, my mom gave me an idea of how to get multiple orgasms in me through this position.Mom said she had come at least three times.
I like the feeling of being stuffed inside, I like the feeling of being clamped inside... How much I like this feeling Ah... Mai Mai, can you still provide some dessert to your mother who has endured loneliness for a long time?
As my mother said that, she changed from a complete control girl to a position of lying on the bed on her back, raising her legs until her heels were pressed against her ears...Mai Mai... Come here... fuck me...
This is a very weird position, because a woman's limbs cannot be so soft, and her hands and feet cannot be so flexible.
However, my mother's body is really unbelievable.
Maybe it’s because of the long-term persistence in training Pilates?
I stared at this slender body, with an extremely pure white complexion, except for the small rosy patch of smooth vagina... I slowly leaned over and leaned against my chest against the back of my mother's thigh.
I could see that my penis could be penetrated deeper into my mother's vagina, and gradually felt that the top of my penis was destroying a solid, defended barrier at the end of her uterine cavity...
...I can't stop you from ejaculating inside me.Mom suddenly sighed.
And I am so focused on the feeling of fucking my mother, and my hands are greedy and constantly wandering and stroking my mother's body.
Under your offensive, I have no choice... Mom continued to sigh.
I began to adjust the pressure brought by my weight and evacuated some distance to my mother's body, but my mother's hand held my elbow.
Her intentions are very clear.
What she is seeking is precisely the feeling of being powerless and helpless now.
Now... in this posture, you can shoot at me like this in my body, whatever you want... I have no way to stop it.My mother suddenly said with some grief.
I have this plan... I answered, but did not stop my movements. My answer was to confirm whether it was appropriate for my mother to do this.
You shouldn't have done that, mom still sighed.Now is the wrong time for this month.
I wondered and remember, I have too little experience and I have never considered this from the perspective of fertility control.
I didn't understand at that time, what was the relationship between this time of the month and the error.
I know my mother has menstruation every month, and I also know my mother has PMS.
However, this disease is not very scary to me at least.
Every time this moment comes, my mother always seems to be frivolous and depressed, and even somewhat moody and unreasonable.
Usually in this situation, I know I shouldn’t bother her, and letting her stay alone is the best way.
But I never seriously thought about what it means for women to have periods, or from a biological point of view.
We once had a chapter on this in Health class, but I was not the best student at the time, and I didn’t think too much about what it means and what it means.
Just like mathematics, how do I know in what occasion I need to use theoretical knowledge of trigonometry?
I'm not a superman, and I can't focus my only energy on all issues.
So it is easy for me to selectively forget this class and stop paying attention to it.
But I do feel that some situations are happening at the moment.
Is this another new thing that my mother gave me?
I know a little bit about the so-called role-playing game in the adult erotic world.
Didn’t the costumes of the French little maid come into being for this purpose?
So I think, maybe my mother is also playing a certain type of role, similar to No, No Ah... It is not known as a teasing method.
No!I want to cum for you, mom.I said, trying to make my tone sound firm.
Don't do this... Mom responded helplessly.
I insist on it.I can't doubt reiterate it again.
Alas... I can't stop you at all.Mom sighed.
I did not understand the reason at that time, nor did I know that my mother had no role-playing erotic habits.
I was really stupid at that time.
Moreover, I want to thank my mother for her selfless generosity.
Because the position she put for me was the position that the bastard quarterback asked her to repeat the same position as the same many times.
The vicious bastard told her mother how passive and helpless she was at that moment, how Chuku Pity's appearance made him fanatic and he deliberately used this sexual position to inseminate the ignorant girl's body, not only simply playing with her, but also making her belly bigger.
Later, my mother discovered that the bastard quarterback was always like this to those girls who had been fooled by him, and ruthlessly teased the pregnant woman and kicked the ignorant girl away.
Rumor has it that he let the other two girls get pregnant at the same time before the bastard quarterback’s parents sent him to Yale.
But his lawyer's father knew how to help him escape responsibility.
What a shameless act.
The bastard quarterback at that time made her mind mess up and made her mom go around.
You should know that my mother was only fifteen years old at that time, and that veteran of flower clusters easily and completely dominated her.
Some of the moms' behaviors begin to want to do that in some form or way. In psychology, experts have studied how some children intentionally make trouble to get their parents' attention.
This is the only way they know to get attention, and parents themselves are hurt, unable to understand what they are not giving their children really need.
Maybe similar situations have happened to my mother, or there are differences.
My mother has been working hard to make her mind healthy for many years and show her positive image.
At the same time, she has been having trouble getting out of the crisis of trust in men, but now she is with a man she loves deeply and wants him to touch her sexually.
She put herself in a situation with unpleasant and uncomfortable memories, but she still wants to know if the situation will be different when she has sex with a man she really loves in such a position, and she hopes to gain different feelings and results.
To some extent, the mom's claim played a positive role and it worked.
As I continued to charge against my mother's body, she didn't feel scared to escape.
And I did get creampie in my mom in a completely dominant way I like, and probably out of my passion for it.
It does replace some bad memories.
But my mother and I have never used this kind of sex position again.
I talked about such a broad memory in general, what I wanted to express and what I wanted to express was: the incest behavior code that was not published in the book for us to read.
My mother has rich experience in sexuality, although some of the experiences are not pleasant to recall.
And as far as my mother is concerned, I rarely know what happened to her in the past years.
I just went with the flow and let it go.
But the passion we share and the sublimation of our feelings for each other help us surpass the most difficult parts.
Given that all this is a completely taboo sexual behavior, we cannot speak up and seek help from others, and it is even more impossible to draw any wisdom and inspiration from other experiences of mother-son incest behavior.
All this happened is amazing.
By the way, let’s say a few more words.
One of the reasons why I never had sex with my mom in that sex position again was that when I spewed out the semen inside my mom, I realized that she was so helpless and passive, and that feeling was quite wrong.
I don’t want to or want my mother to become passive and helpless when having sex with me. She is definitely not a sex doll for me to just vent my desires and enjoy myself.
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Another week passed.
This is slightly different from the previous week, as I get a lot more erotic kiss than I did in the past.
My mother and I didn't do anything other than kissing, but those kisses always brought the lustful sound of my mother's sexual desire.
I almost always had to follow the beat of their moaning to comfort myself.
A week's brand new Friday night is coming soon.When I arrived at the lab, Phil was wandering outside the lab’s door.
What are you doing here?I couldn't help asking him in confusion.
This is…I want to go in, Phil said.But she asked me to come out.
oh?Isn't this nonsense, I said to Phil.You are not a student taking art classes.
Uh, I mean…I just…want to go in and see her.
Are you two having a conflict?quarrel?I asked Phil.
So I can't figure it out, I think everything is good Ah... Phil said.But Maureen suddenly told me that she had something else to do tonight.so……
I shrugged.
Maybe you can ask Jennifer to talk to her about the reasons.Phil advised.
All right.I said, shrugging again to express my complete understanding.
Before Phil left, he told me that he would turn the phone into vibration mode so that if I called him, he would answer the call as soon as possible.
I guess he might go to Kelsey Bar and wait for my news while having a drink and chatting to relieve his boredom.
The human painting course in art class continues.
The difference is that when I looked at my mother's naked body, I could treat it with a calmer attitude than before.
Of course, I am familiar with my mother's body enough. Seeing her naked body is no longer a new thing for me, and only I know that I will not only see her naked body, but I can have fun sex with this body.
So I painted more paintings created from inspiration from my understanding of my mother's body.
The characteristics of charcoal pens are easy to use, and I feel that the effect of using it to create shadows is very ideal.
Students are not allowed to talk to models during class.
But after class I waited for my mother to arrive in front of the laboratory gate as usual.
As she walked out lightly, Maureen talked and laughed with her, just as usual.
I should ask you (I point to my mother) to talk to her (I point to Maureen).Regarding why Phil can't meet Mrs. Gaskill tonight.He was in a very low mood.
They exchanged a knowing look, and I don't know what it implies.
It has nothing to do with you.Mrs. Gaskil replied plainly.
I raised my hands to show surrender.
Well, I was just entrusted by someone to tell him what he told me.
I will deal with it myself.Maureen said, but her tone didn't sound angry with Phil.She glanced at my mother.Don't do anything I don't like.
It was another strange look, and then Maureen walked towards the parking lot alone.
What happened to Phil and her?I couldn't help asking.
I don't need to tell you everything.Mom said.
Well, then can I know?I still want to know why.
Do you think Maureen would realize that I missed the news?Mom asked.
Not for a million years.I said with guarantee.
Well, at the right time, maybe I will tell you it.After my mother finished speaking, she smiled at me.
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I sat in my mother's bathroom with a large bathtub with a whirlpool spray, which was big enough to accommodate both of us, mother and son.
Mom's back rested on me.
The noise from the jets was loud, so mom didn't choose to turn them on.
We just soaked in the bathtub.
My hands stroked my mother's two elastic breasts.
This time, my mother's nipples were not so erect.
Maybe it was because the hot water overflowed our shoulders.
Maureen has always...loved dangerous and stimulating sexual intercourse... Mom told me what was happening between Mrs. Gaskill and Phil.
What is considered a dangerous sexual behavior?As I asked this, I suddenly had a fantasy of love between men and women when they were skydiving high (I told you that many times I am quite ignorant, please forgive me for my irrelevance).
She never uses birth control when she has sex.
This is exactly what condoms are used for.I echoed, showing off some proudly the limited sexual knowledge I had.
So, she wouldn't let Phil wear a condom to have sex with her.
Wow!I said.
So when things are a little too dangerous, she won't continue to be with him.
Too dangerous means that she may have an accident in pregnancy?I guessed.
That's right.Mom said affirmation.
Well, I don't think Phil should have any comments on this.I feel that according to my mentality about Phil today, I have expressed my point of view.
Maureen wouldn't tell Phil that anything about contraception was known.
Why?
In fact, Maureen would even lie about Phil on this matter.She probably told Phil that she had been taking birth control medication.
I don't understand you.I said to my mom.
Knowing that this is dangerous, she is prone to conception without any contraceptive measures, but instead makes Maureen and Phil go to have sex wildly.But once Phil knows the truth, he may be psychologically burdened by it.Maybe he can't release his best form.
So that's it, it's a strange thing.I think the same is true. The purpose of Phil is willing to have sex with Maureen is certainly not to create any baby.
Maureen likes Phil.Based on what I know about her over the years, Maureen obviously likes him very much.Even so, however, Maureen prefers dangerous and irritating sexual behavior.There are many reasons here, but it is very complicated.
Women are complicated.I stroked my mother's lower abdomen. Although she had given birth to a child, her lower abdomen was still flat and smooth.
Where is me?My mother suddenly asked me this question.
...I only accept the Fifth Amendment (a metaphor for refusing to answer).As I said, my finger pressing into my mother's narrow, vertical grooved belly button.
My mother couldn't help but turn her head back and kiss me in the bathtub, and cooperated with me to shake her body.
Then he returned to his previous position of backing against me.
Then we talked about some other trivia.Finally, my mother repeatedly told me not to tell Phil what happened over Maureen, and I agreed to keep silent about it.
Then I followed my mom into her bedroom because this moment was a romantic Friday night that belonged to me and my mom.
After going to bed, my mother first put a big pillow under her buttocks and then put more on her back.
Judging from my feelings, this posture should not be very comfortable for women.
But my mother denied my point of view.
Then my mother instructed me to kneel on the bed and move forward to her. After she could touch my erect penis with her hands, my mother pulled my big tip to close her already wet vagina.
Mai Mai, this time you have to enter my body very slowly.My mother told me this.
Is it like the very slow, very slow snails crawling among the leaves under the shade of summer?
If you can move more slowly than the snail, I will be very happy to accept it.Mom laughed softly.
Well, this is really a bit difficult.
Mai Mai...Do you like having sex with your mother?Mom still laughed softly.
Well?Of course Ah.
Then you must be obedient just like Phil obeying Maureen’s arrangements!My mother suddenly said in a cold and orderly tone.
Uh?
This made me quite painful.
However, I replaced the loyal answer with actions.
I could clearly see my mother's vagina was swallowing my penis little by little.
I could also feel that my mother's vagina tonight was still as slippery as usual, but the inner wall of the vagina did not become hot as before and directly reached the boiling point.
So what can I do? Only by obeying my mother's orders and slowly entering her body...waiting for my mother to say that it's great, and I dare to exert a little force when I push it a little more.
The whole process was very, very slow, fortunately, my entire penis finally completely pushed into my mother's body, and my testicles were gently pressed against my mother's tight and round buttocks.
I was really surprised what my mother wanted to do, because I had seen her clitoral buds blooming on the top of her vulva, just above my penis.
One of my mother's hands reached out and massaged it.
Don't move now, mom said.I want to give you some wonderful experience.
A very focused look appeared on my mother's face, and I soon felt something entangled in my penis.
I stared at my mother's vagina, but I couldn't see any obvious abnormal changes in appearance.
Then my penis was loosened and then I was grabbed again.
Mom explained Kegel's love muscle to me and continued to use her love muscle to me until it began to feel like it turned into a hand, stroking my penis.
Now, slowly pull your penis away, Mom said softly to me.It should be as very, very patient and slow as it was when it was pushed.
I did it the way my mother did, and it turned out to be like something inside my mother's vagina to stop me from leaving completely, and they wanted to trap my penis firmly in my mother's body.
Ah!This is really an indescribable feeling.I shouted in amazement.
This method was taught by your bastard father back then.This way we can sit on his thigh in the back of the team bus during the away trip, and he can have sex with me in this way without anyone paying attention to us, and then shoot all the semen into me.Mom said in a slightly self-deprecating tone.
I understand why this posture is taken with the real purpose.I said to my mother with some breath.
…Yes…yes…yes…if you…want to creampie inside your mom too…
I think I can wait for my mother to come to orgasm.Then we will talk together.
Mai Mai, do you really want to ejaculate in your mother’s body?Mom still repeated this question.
Yes, I really want to.I admit that the stimulating effect brought by my mother to the words she said to me in person was amazing.
If you insist on thinking this way, you can do it.Mom looked at me and said.
The reason why I asked this and agreed with you was not to tease you and make you more excited.I do this in hopes that you can think more or less about the matter when it happens.
But if mom, you continue to let your Kegel muscles tease my penis like this, it will soon come true and ejaculate inside your body. I can't help but start to breathe while talking.
My mother has been teasing my penis all the time, and she has no sense of stopping.
My spine began to ached faintly, so I had to hold my hands on my mother's knees. At this moment, this was a perfect hand support.
Be sure to tell me before you want to cum inside.Mom still said softly slowly.
I'm really close.I gasped.
Come here, Mai Mai.
My mother asked me to lean against her, which made my penis deeper into her vagina.Mom pulled my face above her cheek, her eyes staring at me with extraordinary calmness
Mai Mai, every time you and a woman are going to do this, you must remember that when you ejaculate inside her, you may get her pregnant.
I won't have sex with other women anymore.I said breathlessly.
You have to do this, it's just a matter of time sooner or later.Mom said to me.
I love what we did together, but it can't last forever.You know this, too.You also need to date other women.
Sooner or later, I will let my mother understand and understand my heart.I'm enduring.My mother's lower body did not relax me, her genitals kept strangling my penis.
You just need to understand that doing so may make you a father to a child.Mom said.
But it can't be the father of your child.My breathing became rapid.
Why not be the father of my child?Mom responded.
Because mom is not Maureen, you will take birth control pills.Although I tried my best to maintain my patience, my voice became a little sharp and harsh.
What made you think this way?Mom still has no intention of ending the conversation.
Mom, don’t you?
That was never my option.Why do I need it?I won't have sex with men.
So, what are we doing now?
All men are incomparable to you in my eyes... Also, if you love me, you will not abandon me.
But this can't change the fact that I am a man, we are just having sex... I really have to endure it to the limit.
I want to say, if you want to ejaculate inside your mom, Mai Mai, you can get me pregnant like your asshole father did.You must always remember this.
I can't help it!Mother!I was almost roaring.
Mom pressed my twisted face against her cheek.He kissed me and murmured: Then you ejaculate into your mother's body.
I finally understood my mother's good intentions. My bastard father made her pregnant without her mother's consent, just like the first time he forced a sexual relationship with her without her consent.
But she did admit she would like to have sex with me.
And now... my mother also agreed to allow me to let her conceive!
It is extremely abnormal to measure from the perspective of the moral standards of the general public.
But because of my appearance, my mother made a decision she had never made before.
The result of this continued development was that she decided that if she had to accept the arrival of a child, at least she would confirm herself who she wanted to have the child with.
Her phobia for men has always been, and her disgust for choosing a more acceptable partner, prevents her from doing what our culture and morality will accept.
What mom cares about now is ultimately owning and exercising the right to choose what she thinks is the right choice.
Ah…Mom…My Mom…I kept gasping for a lot of cum.These dangerous seeds are rushing towards mother's uterus.
Yes, yes...I am yours...my baby, Mai Mai...Mom whimpered.Give them all to me.
Everything calmed down, and we mother and son hugged each other. Only after I calmed down my violent breathing could I express my surprise.
I now...sincerely understand Maureen, mom said.
Your bastard father once sweetly told me that he wanted me to get pregnant.I don't really believe his words.I thought it was just a moment of joke, like the trash talk you had said with the team that competed against each other.But I was really stupid at that time.I know very little about sex, and I thought you had to want to get pregnant before something like pregnancy could happen.But I like the idea that he wanted to have a baby with me.I thought he would marry me and we would be happy forever.
Do you think Maureen has this kind of yearning?
Won't.She wanted to have a child with her husband, but it never came true.Then she drove him away, but the desire to have a family never left in her heart.But, like me, she doesn’t trust men, or at least she hasn’t met a man she trusts enough to make that kind of long-term commitment.But the dangerous sex made her dream and long forever.
Mom...whether of you?
To me, I am different from Maureen.I love you.If I had your flesh and blood, I would love your children as much as I love you.
Mom, you shouldn't have my children.You are my mom Ah!
I know.However, I won't take birth control pills.
Mother!
You can absolutely choose not to have sex with me.Mom said.
Now this is unfair to me, I complained.Please don't use the nuclear bomb option on me.
I won't use nuclear bomb threats to you.Since you don't want me to get pregnant, you want to have sex with me.Then you need to talk to me and find out when sex is the most dangerous.
When is sex the most dangerous?I asked.
Well, like tonight, tonight is not the best time in the world.Mom said.
Why?
Because I haven't ovulated yet, but I think I will ovulate within one or two days.
Unacceptable.I sighed.
You knew it before you shot your sperm into my body more than ten minutes ago, dear.Do you want to deny it?
I don't know you are... I don't know what words to use to describe it.
Mature?
Yes, mature.I said.
I was indeed at the most mature moment for a woman tonight, Mai Mai.But it was another Friday night.What do you think I should do?
My mind was in chaos.
This is simply crazy...so crazy!
I can't let my mom get pregnant for me!
But if I don’t want my mother to conceive, the premise is not to have sex with her... I recalled the feeling of ejaculation in my mother just now. It was also extremely crazy when she was not taking birth control pills!
But in fact, at that time I didn’t realize the dangers of this, and I didn’t correctly distinguish my mother’s reminder.
Now I already know.
I lay there, trying to imagine my mother's flat belly gradually bulging, and there was a baby that I should be responsible for. I made it in my mother's body.
Mom, do you want to have a child?I asked.
I don't want to, mom said, but I don't plan to do anything to avoid it.Everything goes with the flow and depends on the arrangements of God's will.
I do not understand.I said in a deep thought.
...I was very unhappy when I got pregnant with you.Mom seems to be recalling the past.
...And I hate this baby.I kept crying for this.I feel pain and sad.I hate Rodney, I hate life.I hate childbirth, I hate the push of contractions... Later, the nurse and everyone hugged you in front of my chest, and everything changed... You are so beautiful, and you stole my heart in just one second... I have never complained about anything since.I did everything my parents asked me to do, I learned how to take care of you… You gave me a reason to continue living and make my life better.
Mother
So now, right here, I'm lying in bed with a man I love, a man who won't run away and leave me.What I want to express is that I know you will graduate, find a job, move to live somewhere else, start your new family but you will always love me and I will always love you.If I were pregnant with this man's child, I knew I would be happy with this feeling of pregnancy.This would be completely different.It will be positive, not negative.If this man claimed my uterus, then I can finally tell Rodney - of course, you have completely lost in my mind!You can never have me anymore, my uterus now belongs to another man, and the child of another man will suck my milk.
Mom kissed me.
I know my idea is stupid.If you are asked to do the same, that is really stupid.But this idea will not bother me at all.
The incredible thing happened according to the way my mother described it, and I suddenly felt that it was worth worrying about without any trouble.
Maybe I can't kick that asshole in the ass but I can take away the uterus of the woman he swore to sovereignty.
I can turn that uterus into mine, not his anymore.
I can snatch his most beautiful woman and make her my woman.
A kind of vigorous blood was about to burst into my chest.
That's why, I became very motivated again.
The penis became hard as copper and iron again.
I pulled my mother's hands up and my eyes burned with hot flames.
Mom, I am ready to bear all the consequences.What can't bother you, and you can't bother me.so
My mother's fingers passed through my fingers and were closely linked to my ten fingers.
I believe what you said was done after careful consideration... But Mai Mai...
Mom, tonight, I will let me claim your uterus as a dignified man. Is it OK?
……
Mom, you have always been the way you guide me in sex again. Can I let you follow my instructions this time?If you don't laugh at my clumsiness, against my wildness.
……
Mom, I want to fuck you from behind!As I said, I let go of my fingers that were buckled with my mother, came from the bed to the floor, and stood beside my mother's bedroom bed.
Mom looked at me, looking at your current state, she probably wouldn't let mom help you kiss your big woodpecker.
I smiled, and my mother went over and said that my cock was like a burr on a porcupine.
No, Mai Mai.Your...your dick is big, really big.If it doesn't have enough size, my Kegels won't make you that good experience.Maureen once told me about this experience.
Mom, I once had a very naive and luxurious hope that I would become a man who makes all women unable to help themselves.I will conquer them while satisfying them...I have changed this naive idea now.I won’t think of other women. My heart is only enough to accommodate a woman, and that is, you, Mom.
Mai Mai...
Mom, in the future, I just want to conquer your body while satisfying you, a woman!
……
Come here, mom, stick your butt up for the man you love.I know that deep down you have always been a wild girl...
A few minutes later, my mother's convex and convex body was as tight as Guyuan's crossbow. My winner-like hands climbed up my mother's smooth and round buttocks. I also tried to arch my body and let the big head crown at the top of my penis gently press against my mother's smooth and delicate hole, and the labia that had not yet stretched out... My mother's refreshing and smooth back burst out with scattered muscles, her naked buttocks twisted restlessly, and the muscles on her buttocks trembled slightly eagerly, and the fart hole was like a shy stamen, blooming and contracting. I'm going to fuck you!Mother!My excitement and breathing were accompanied by my mother's moans...
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