I have loved being with my mother since I was a child, and I have become obsessed with her, including her body
Any man will have an Oedipus plot to a greater or lesser extent, and I am no exception
When I entered puberty, I learned to masturbate when I was sexually conscious. At the beginning, I used beautiful girls as sexual fantasies. At that time, I was in junior high school, and not many girls in the class had good development, so the pleasure was not very strong.
During the summer vacation, due to the hot weather, my mother and I slept on the floor at home, and I only wore a pair of underwear.
At night, I woke up in the middle of the night and turned over and saw my mother sleeping next to me. Suddenly, I had a sexual impulse that I had never had before.
The thin shirt that my mother wore at that time was blown up by a fan, and her fair belly was exposed outside. The hem of the clothes was occasionally blown to the place of the bra, and the lower edge of the bra was faintly visible.
The skirt my mother was wearing was also pulled to the base of her thighs by her sleeping soundly. Her bright pair of beautiful legs were swaying in front of me.
I was so hot that I couldn't sleep when I looked at the beautiful scenery in front of me.
I was having a fierce ideological struggle in my heart, thinking about my mother's seductive body, and thinking that my mother is inviolable and has a deep sense of guilt.
Finally, my thoughts were neutralized and I didn't do anything else. I hope I could enjoy my mother's beautiful legs during the summer vacation, and I was satisfied with my touch.
Sleeping in confusion that night
I didn't pay much attention to my mother's figure. I found that my mother was so attractive this night. I began to secretly look at various parts of my mother's body.
I found that my mother had so many temptations: 1. Her breasts were straight; 2. Her skin was white and tender; 3. Her legs were beautiful
So, during the day, I tried my best to get close to my mother, but my mother didn't think anything about it. Maybe I was spoiled when I was a child.
When my mother was cooking, I would stick it on my back and whisper to my mother. The itchy mother kept laughing and raised her butt, just pressing her on my swollen penis. I didn't move much, enjoying it quietly
Maybe my mother found something and straightened her back, and no one spoke
When my mother was sitting on the sofa watching TV, I peeked at the breasts in her armhole from the side of my mother; sometimes when my mother watched TV, she would cross her legs on the sofa, which made it more convenient for me to appreciate her beautiful legs.
Because my mother likes to go out to dance, she often wears sexy tights, white mini skirts and sexy flesh-colored stockings, showing her beautiful thigh curves to the fullest. I feel impulsive whenever I see it.
Maybe God took care of my hungry mood. Although it was in the hot summer, I still had a cold and I was dizzy all day long.
Of course, it was my mother who was by my side to take care of me. I slept on the sofa and rested. My mother sat next to my head with me.
Because my mother was wearing a short silk skirt, her snow-white thighs were very close to my face. Sometimes I closed my eyes and breathed the fragrance of my mother; sometimes I stared at my mother's thighs and quietly admired the charming curves.
What are you thinking, always in a daze? Mom asked me with a smile
Very dizzy... Very hot on my forehead I said in a daze
Let's help you change a towel. Mom gets up and is about to change the towel on my forehead.
Forget it, I came up with an idea: Mom, just put my forehead on your legs, it's so troublesome to change it
Mom blushed and said: Then...that's not good, right?
I took advantage of the situation and said: What's wrong with it? Your legs are so cold, so help me cool down. What's wrong with it?
Mom was speechless and had to force herself to say: Well... OK, just post Ah
I was ecstatic inside, but I pretended to be calm on the surface and leaned my forehead against my mother's legs. My mother hid slightly, but I still stuck it on me.
My mother's thighs are so cool, I feel extremely comfortable
In order to enjoy my mother's thighs, I rubbed my forehead against her legs and enjoyed her smooth skin
Stop moving, lie down properly. Mom blushed and looked at me in confusion
At this time, I looked up at my mother. When we looked at each other, I found that her eyes were so complicated and she felt indescribable.
Mom broke the silence at this time: Only mothers in the world treat their sons best, right?
Of course, my mother is the best for me. When I recovered from illness, I had to help my mother with massage and do housework. I said jokingly
I will brag. My mother smiled and put her hand on my right arm
I used my left hand to touch my mother's hand and pressed it on my arm, not letting it run
While stroking, I said: Mom's skin is so smooth and tender, is it my father's credit?
What credit does he have? Mom didn't pull her hand away and let me stroke her little hand
Dad touched Ah ah ah. After touching for more than ten years, he smoothed his skin. I realized that something was wrong with my words and an ambiguous atmosphere began to surround me.
Your mother's face turned red again
Don't talk nonsense, what do children know? Mom said, holding my finger hard
What a random talk, my mother is so young and beautiful, I can't forget her roots
Haha... Mom couldn't stop smiling: I won't tell you, I don't know where to learn it
I continued to rub my head against my mother's fair legs, enjoying this wonderful afternoon, and my penis was hard for a while.
The next day, I got a lot of cold and sat side by side on the floor watching TV together with my mother
The weather is still very hot, my mother rolled up her skirt as usual and exposed her fair thighs. My lust arises again, and I secretly glanced at the scenery of my mother's lower body.
Mom, my palms are so hot, so uncomfortable, I'm going to do it seriously
Ah, is it true?
My mother held my hand and slowly stroked my palms. The palms were usually very hot in summer, but my mother was affected by my words.
What should I do? My mother was a little anxious and thought there was something wrong with my body
Like yesterday, isn’t my cold cured? Before my mother understood what I meant, I naturally touched my hand on my snow-white thighs.
Mom didn't have time to stop it, but just blushed and said: No, why are you always like this? What do you think when you are seen by outsiders?
Oh, what you mean is nothing if you don't see it? Don't worry, I locked the door and pulled the curtains, no one could see it. I looked at my mother with some lewd eyes, and I was very excited.
If you let it go, don't move around all the time. Ah Mom once again had complicated eyes.
Mom has no other way
Why is mom so shy? Help your son's palms cool down, your son will repay you. I started to twitch my mom's beautiful legs restlessly
How do you repay me? I am not as tall as my father. Mom murmured while pulling her tight sleeveless clothes neatly.
Although I am not as tall as my father,... I deliberately stretched my voice and gently pinched my mother's round and beautiful legs with my hand, and said like flirtingly
But what... Mom suddenly lowered her tone and asked nervously
But I like my mother as much as I like Ah, what do you think?
Mom breathed a sigh of relief and said: Nothing, nothing... I hope you don't let your mother down on her good deeds to you
At this time, we fell into a brief silence. I would not miss this rare opportunity. I strode my mother's beautiful legs with both hands. This is really a beauty in the sky. My mother's beautiful legs are thin and tender, white and seductive.
I touched the base of my thighs from my calf, and my mother blushed and didn't speak. I felt it hard and kept touching her.
The sun shines softly in the room through the curtains. The TV volume is very small. My mother is just watching the TV while touching her legs.
The afternoon passed quickly, and after my father came back in the evening, my mother and I returned to our usual peace.
Because the day was so stimulating and uncomfortable, at night I kept savoring the feeling of touching my mother during the day. The white thighs kept popping up in my mind. In my fantasy, I raped my mother several times. Mom Ah, I love your body Ah! I kept shouting in my heart.
Strangely, my mother rarely stayed at home in the next few days, either going out to dance or going shopping or shopping. I really don't know what she thought.
I also felt very disappointed. Didn’t I get along well with her at the beginning?
Did she be afraid of my stingy after calming down?
I don't believe it, my movements were not too much, and I didn't touch her genitals
It's not fun to be alone at home. I have also regained my rich summer vacation life in the past few days and often play football with friends.
Because I was sweating when I got home in the evening, my mother always took the initiative to sweat me with a wet towel when she saw me.
After several experiences of wiping sweat, I suddenly realized the subtlety. My mother would not have wiping sweat on me in the past. Was it caused by the wiping experience of the previous two days?
Alas, women's mind is really complicated, it's really hard to guess
So I began to pay attention to my mother's sweating movements. Sure enough, when I went home, I took off my clothes and got naked, my mother liked to wipe the sweat from my chest first and then the sweat from my back. Only these two places were applied very carefully, and she pinched it on me like a massage. Instead, she just took the sweat on my head.
When wiping sweat, my father always teased my mother by the side, thinking that I am so old and should not be so pampered, like a young master
I don't care what my father said, but I just enjoyed the massage containing ambiguous information with peace of mind. Seeing my eyes closed and enjoying it, my mother was holding a smile on the corner of her mouth, which was inconvenient to have an episode.
But she didn't notice that there was a small tent inside my sports shorts
My father is often watching TV shows at this time, so he ignores us mother and son. This is also a rare intimacy between me and my mother in the day.
On Friday night, my mother wiped my sweat from playing football as usual, but the difference from usual is that my father is not at home, which makes me particularly excited
I was sitting on the sofa at this time, my mother was sitting on my right side, pinching and wiping my left hand on my back through a towel
I was already thinking about it, but I was afraid that my father would not dare to act indecently, so I thought for a while and asked gently: Mom, where did Dad go?
Today is the weekend, I went with the customer entertainment. Recently, your dad was promoted to deputy director of the marketing department. There are many opportunities to play in the future. Oh... Mom sighed.
Oh? Promotion is a good thing. Ah, why does mom sigh? I asked in confusion, I was young after all, and I don’t understand these adult rules in society.
You are still simple, don't understand. Mom said lightly, she didn't mean to continue discussing this topic.
Then when do you think dad will come back tonight? I suppressed the excitement in my heart and asked carefully
It should be very late, what's wrong, little kid, are you so concerned about your father today? Mom's face is a smile
Only then did I realize that my mother had put the towel on the sofa and was touching my back with her palm.
Mom's cool fingers pressed on my back, and I felt the desire in my heart burning. I said without thinking: Today, Dad is not at home, so Mom can have more time to massage me
I think beautifully, I will help you cook later. Are you not hungry? After saying that, my mother pushed my back with her fingers.
Not hungry, not hungry, my mother is by my side, I am full when I see it. I smiled badly and stared at my mother's eyes.
Mom's face looked annoyed, and her voice increased: What's wrong, Mom made you vomit? What does it mean to be full when you see me
I pretended to think for a while and said slowly: Well... Well... this is my mother so beautiful, there is a saying that it is beautiful and you really have no poetry in your stomach
I don't have poetry and books in my belly, and you can't be much better than me. My mother pinched my waist
I took the opportunity to put my head on my mother's shoulder, looked at my mother's smiling eyes, and said softly: Mom, I haven't touched it for a long time, would you please touch it today?
Mom smiled: Little hooligan, ignore you!
When I saw that there was a chance, I ignored her objection and put my right hand around my mother's waist and raised my mother's legs on my legs with my left hand.
My mother was wearing a dress today, with only the bottom of her skirt reaching the knees, and her legs were not wearing stockings. After I lifted it up, her thighs pressed against my legs. Because my mother's knees were bent, the skirt slipped down, revealing her fair thighs.
I felt like I was about to explode, and I stroked my mother's waist with my right hand and wandered on my mother's legs with my left hand.
OK, let me down, I'm hungry if you don't have hunger, my mother blushed and said softly
Haven't touched you for a few days, and you're not used to it? Mom, you're so heartless. I said with a wicked smile, while using the five fingers of my left hand to insert it side by side between my mother's thighs, and the palms and the back of my hand slid up and down between my tender legs.
Because my mother was shy, her legs clamped my palms. This made her movements even more lewd, because my palms were twitching between my mother's tight legs, as if she was raped.
My mother started pinching me with her hands, struggled, and said with a smile: I won’t play anymore, I won’t play anymore, what do you think of this?
I pinched my mother's thighs and lowered my voice and asked: Mom, don't you think this game is getting more and more fun? You are also very excited, right?
If you do this, I will really ignore you. Let me go! My mother suddenly became excited and seemed a little angry.
Suddenly I realized that my right hand, which was holding her waist, had moved upwards, and inadvertently, my right hand had touched the lower edge of my mother's right breast. No wonder my mother was angry
I felt very embarrassed now and let go of my right hand pressed against the lower edge of my breasts. Although I was reluctant to let it go, I still let my mother down. I was a little proud and felt a little regretful. After all, such an opportunity for intimacy was quickly wasted by my recklessness. After my mother stood up, she went to the kitchen to cook without looking back.
Next, my mother and I finished supper in silence, and my mother went back to bed early after taking a shower. I tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep. I fell asleep in the fantasy of having sex with my mother.
Any man will have an Oedipus plot to a greater or lesser extent, and I am no exception
When I entered puberty, I learned to masturbate when I was sexually conscious. At the beginning, I used beautiful girls as sexual fantasies. At that time, I was in junior high school, and not many girls in the class had good development, so the pleasure was not very strong.
During the summer vacation, due to the hot weather, my mother and I slept on the floor at home, and I only wore a pair of underwear.
At night, I woke up in the middle of the night and turned over and saw my mother sleeping next to me. Suddenly, I had a sexual impulse that I had never had before.
The thin shirt that my mother wore at that time was blown up by a fan, and her fair belly was exposed outside. The hem of the clothes was occasionally blown to the place of the bra, and the lower edge of the bra was faintly visible.
The skirt my mother was wearing was also pulled to the base of her thighs by her sleeping soundly. Her bright pair of beautiful legs were swaying in front of me.
I was so hot that I couldn't sleep when I looked at the beautiful scenery in front of me.
I was having a fierce ideological struggle in my heart, thinking about my mother's seductive body, and thinking that my mother is inviolable and has a deep sense of guilt.
Finally, my thoughts were neutralized and I didn't do anything else. I hope I could enjoy my mother's beautiful legs during the summer vacation, and I was satisfied with my touch.
Sleeping in confusion that night
I didn't pay much attention to my mother's figure. I found that my mother was so attractive this night. I began to secretly look at various parts of my mother's body.
I found that my mother had so many temptations: 1. Her breasts were straight; 2. Her skin was white and tender; 3. Her legs were beautiful
So, during the day, I tried my best to get close to my mother, but my mother didn't think anything about it. Maybe I was spoiled when I was a child.
When my mother was cooking, I would stick it on my back and whisper to my mother. The itchy mother kept laughing and raised her butt, just pressing her on my swollen penis. I didn't move much, enjoying it quietly
Maybe my mother found something and straightened her back, and no one spoke
When my mother was sitting on the sofa watching TV, I peeked at the breasts in her armhole from the side of my mother; sometimes when my mother watched TV, she would cross her legs on the sofa, which made it more convenient for me to appreciate her beautiful legs.
Because my mother likes to go out to dance, she often wears sexy tights, white mini skirts and sexy flesh-colored stockings, showing her beautiful thigh curves to the fullest. I feel impulsive whenever I see it.
Maybe God took care of my hungry mood. Although it was in the hot summer, I still had a cold and I was dizzy all day long.
Of course, it was my mother who was by my side to take care of me. I slept on the sofa and rested. My mother sat next to my head with me.
Because my mother was wearing a short silk skirt, her snow-white thighs were very close to my face. Sometimes I closed my eyes and breathed the fragrance of my mother; sometimes I stared at my mother's thighs and quietly admired the charming curves.
What are you thinking, always in a daze? Mom asked me with a smile
Very dizzy... Very hot on my forehead I said in a daze
Let's help you change a towel. Mom gets up and is about to change the towel on my forehead.
Forget it, I came up with an idea: Mom, just put my forehead on your legs, it's so troublesome to change it
Mom blushed and said: Then...that's not good, right?
I took advantage of the situation and said: What's wrong with it? Your legs are so cold, so help me cool down. What's wrong with it?
Mom was speechless and had to force herself to say: Well... OK, just post Ah
I was ecstatic inside, but I pretended to be calm on the surface and leaned my forehead against my mother's legs. My mother hid slightly, but I still stuck it on me.
My mother's thighs are so cool, I feel extremely comfortable
In order to enjoy my mother's thighs, I rubbed my forehead against her legs and enjoyed her smooth skin
Stop moving, lie down properly. Mom blushed and looked at me in confusion
At this time, I looked up at my mother. When we looked at each other, I found that her eyes were so complicated and she felt indescribable.
Mom broke the silence at this time: Only mothers in the world treat their sons best, right?
Of course, my mother is the best for me. When I recovered from illness, I had to help my mother with massage and do housework. I said jokingly
I will brag. My mother smiled and put her hand on my right arm
I used my left hand to touch my mother's hand and pressed it on my arm, not letting it run
While stroking, I said: Mom's skin is so smooth and tender, is it my father's credit?
What credit does he have? Mom didn't pull her hand away and let me stroke her little hand
Dad touched Ah ah ah. After touching for more than ten years, he smoothed his skin. I realized that something was wrong with my words and an ambiguous atmosphere began to surround me.
Your mother's face turned red again
Don't talk nonsense, what do children know? Mom said, holding my finger hard
What a random talk, my mother is so young and beautiful, I can't forget her roots
Haha... Mom couldn't stop smiling: I won't tell you, I don't know where to learn it
I continued to rub my head against my mother's fair legs, enjoying this wonderful afternoon, and my penis was hard for a while.
The next day, I got a lot of cold and sat side by side on the floor watching TV together with my mother
The weather is still very hot, my mother rolled up her skirt as usual and exposed her fair thighs. My lust arises again, and I secretly glanced at the scenery of my mother's lower body.
Mom, my palms are so hot, so uncomfortable, I'm going to do it seriously
Ah, is it true?
My mother held my hand and slowly stroked my palms. The palms were usually very hot in summer, but my mother was affected by my words.
What should I do? My mother was a little anxious and thought there was something wrong with my body
Like yesterday, isn’t my cold cured? Before my mother understood what I meant, I naturally touched my hand on my snow-white thighs.
Mom didn't have time to stop it, but just blushed and said: No, why are you always like this? What do you think when you are seen by outsiders?
Oh, what you mean is nothing if you don't see it? Don't worry, I locked the door and pulled the curtains, no one could see it. I looked at my mother with some lewd eyes, and I was very excited.
If you let it go, don't move around all the time. Ah Mom once again had complicated eyes.
Mom has no other way
Why is mom so shy? Help your son's palms cool down, your son will repay you. I started to twitch my mom's beautiful legs restlessly
How do you repay me? I am not as tall as my father. Mom murmured while pulling her tight sleeveless clothes neatly.
Although I am not as tall as my father,... I deliberately stretched my voice and gently pinched my mother's round and beautiful legs with my hand, and said like flirtingly
But what... Mom suddenly lowered her tone and asked nervously
But I like my mother as much as I like Ah, what do you think?
Mom breathed a sigh of relief and said: Nothing, nothing... I hope you don't let your mother down on her good deeds to you
At this time, we fell into a brief silence. I would not miss this rare opportunity. I strode my mother's beautiful legs with both hands. This is really a beauty in the sky. My mother's beautiful legs are thin and tender, white and seductive.
I touched the base of my thighs from my calf, and my mother blushed and didn't speak. I felt it hard and kept touching her.
The sun shines softly in the room through the curtains. The TV volume is very small. My mother is just watching the TV while touching her legs.
The afternoon passed quickly, and after my father came back in the evening, my mother and I returned to our usual peace.
Because the day was so stimulating and uncomfortable, at night I kept savoring the feeling of touching my mother during the day. The white thighs kept popping up in my mind. In my fantasy, I raped my mother several times. Mom Ah, I love your body Ah! I kept shouting in my heart.
Strangely, my mother rarely stayed at home in the next few days, either going out to dance or going shopping or shopping. I really don't know what she thought.
I also felt very disappointed. Didn’t I get along well with her at the beginning?
Did she be afraid of my stingy after calming down?
I don't believe it, my movements were not too much, and I didn't touch her genitals
It's not fun to be alone at home. I have also regained my rich summer vacation life in the past few days and often play football with friends.
Because I was sweating when I got home in the evening, my mother always took the initiative to sweat me with a wet towel when she saw me.
After several experiences of wiping sweat, I suddenly realized the subtlety. My mother would not have wiping sweat on me in the past. Was it caused by the wiping experience of the previous two days?
Alas, women's mind is really complicated, it's really hard to guess
So I began to pay attention to my mother's sweating movements. Sure enough, when I went home, I took off my clothes and got naked, my mother liked to wipe the sweat from my chest first and then the sweat from my back. Only these two places were applied very carefully, and she pinched it on me like a massage. Instead, she just took the sweat on my head.
When wiping sweat, my father always teased my mother by the side, thinking that I am so old and should not be so pampered, like a young master
I don't care what my father said, but I just enjoyed the massage containing ambiguous information with peace of mind. Seeing my eyes closed and enjoying it, my mother was holding a smile on the corner of her mouth, which was inconvenient to have an episode.
But she didn't notice that there was a small tent inside my sports shorts
My father is often watching TV shows at this time, so he ignores us mother and son. This is also a rare intimacy between me and my mother in the day.
On Friday night, my mother wiped my sweat from playing football as usual, but the difference from usual is that my father is not at home, which makes me particularly excited
I was sitting on the sofa at this time, my mother was sitting on my right side, pinching and wiping my left hand on my back through a towel
I was already thinking about it, but I was afraid that my father would not dare to act indecently, so I thought for a while and asked gently: Mom, where did Dad go?
Today is the weekend, I went with the customer entertainment. Recently, your dad was promoted to deputy director of the marketing department. There are many opportunities to play in the future. Oh... Mom sighed.
Oh? Promotion is a good thing. Ah, why does mom sigh? I asked in confusion, I was young after all, and I don’t understand these adult rules in society.
You are still simple, don't understand. Mom said lightly, she didn't mean to continue discussing this topic.
Then when do you think dad will come back tonight? I suppressed the excitement in my heart and asked carefully
It should be very late, what's wrong, little kid, are you so concerned about your father today? Mom's face is a smile
Only then did I realize that my mother had put the towel on the sofa and was touching my back with her palm.
Mom's cool fingers pressed on my back, and I felt the desire in my heart burning. I said without thinking: Today, Dad is not at home, so Mom can have more time to massage me
I think beautifully, I will help you cook later. Are you not hungry? After saying that, my mother pushed my back with her fingers.
Not hungry, not hungry, my mother is by my side, I am full when I see it. I smiled badly and stared at my mother's eyes.
Mom's face looked annoyed, and her voice increased: What's wrong, Mom made you vomit? What does it mean to be full when you see me
I pretended to think for a while and said slowly: Well... Well... this is my mother so beautiful, there is a saying that it is beautiful and you really have no poetry in your stomach
I don't have poetry and books in my belly, and you can't be much better than me. My mother pinched my waist
I took the opportunity to put my head on my mother's shoulder, looked at my mother's smiling eyes, and said softly: Mom, I haven't touched it for a long time, would you please touch it today?
Mom smiled: Little hooligan, ignore you!
When I saw that there was a chance, I ignored her objection and put my right hand around my mother's waist and raised my mother's legs on my legs with my left hand.
My mother was wearing a dress today, with only the bottom of her skirt reaching the knees, and her legs were not wearing stockings. After I lifted it up, her thighs pressed against my legs. Because my mother's knees were bent, the skirt slipped down, revealing her fair thighs.
I felt like I was about to explode, and I stroked my mother's waist with my right hand and wandered on my mother's legs with my left hand.
OK, let me down, I'm hungry if you don't have hunger, my mother blushed and said softly
Haven't touched you for a few days, and you're not used to it? Mom, you're so heartless. I said with a wicked smile, while using the five fingers of my left hand to insert it side by side between my mother's thighs, and the palms and the back of my hand slid up and down between my tender legs.
Because my mother was shy, her legs clamped my palms. This made her movements even more lewd, because my palms were twitching between my mother's tight legs, as if she was raped.
My mother started pinching me with her hands, struggled, and said with a smile: I won’t play anymore, I won’t play anymore, what do you think of this?
I pinched my mother's thighs and lowered my voice and asked: Mom, don't you think this game is getting more and more fun? You are also very excited, right?
If you do this, I will really ignore you. Let me go! My mother suddenly became excited and seemed a little angry.
Suddenly I realized that my right hand, which was holding her waist, had moved upwards, and inadvertently, my right hand had touched the lower edge of my mother's right breast. No wonder my mother was angry
I felt very embarrassed now and let go of my right hand pressed against the lower edge of my breasts. Although I was reluctant to let it go, I still let my mother down. I was a little proud and felt a little regretful. After all, such an opportunity for intimacy was quickly wasted by my recklessness. After my mother stood up, she went to the kitchen to cook without looking back.
Next, my mother and I finished supper in silence, and my mother went back to bed early after taking a shower. I tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep. I fell asleep in the fantasy of having sex with my mother.
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