Chapter 1 Childhood memories

The most exciting thing about it is the messy text. The mother-son texts made Liu (not with the real name) unable to stop. Why?

You definitely don't believe it. You can experience this kind of thing yourself, even if it's like the mother-son writing well in the forum, it probably doesn't. Basically, you can still see that it's all fake, especially those who start it, AhAh and are full of obscene words.

It tastes nothing

For example, the breakthrough of mother and son after the New Year, going home for dinner, Ah, the mother and son writing written by Qin Shouda, the Great Devil King and the Ai Mao clan, of course, there are many other good ones, I won’t talk about them one by one. In short, I really enjoy reading these, of course, many of them are eunuchs. I think eunuchs are usually compiled and difficult to think about the plot, so I can’t continue to write them. If so many of the articles I have read are real, it’s also very rare. After all, such things that violate human ethics and disciplines rarely happen.

But what I want to say is that every man has more or less Oedipus plot. Ask yourself, why do you want to kiss girls' breasts? Isn't it just because you miss kissing your mother when you were a child?

Very normal

Oh, a bunch of nonsense, if you feel annoyed, you can skip it, but what I want to say is whether what I wrote next is true or not, you can judge whether it is true or not. I just want to vent it so much, and I feel uncomfortable in my heart.

It is impossible to discuss this kind of thing with those who know it. Let's talk to you here.

Just take it as a pastime, guys

Text: I am from a rural area. My hometown is surrounded by hills. There is only one way to go in and out. To be honest, it is not far from those towns. But how do we say that, it is directly clear that it is a very quiet village. The literal meaning is that I can’t hear any noise when I walk in the village during the day.

The village is surrounded by bamboo. Many people in the village rely on weaving bamboo mats for a living. My mother is very good at weaving bamboo mats. I don’t know if anyone who reads this article has seen how bamboo mats are weaving. People weaving just squat on the ground and weaving very thin and long bamboo slices cut by machines one by one. When I was a child, I liked to sit next to watch my mother weaving bamboo mats. My sister can do it. This is what a woman’s job is, men just go up the mountain to cut bamboo, chop bamboo, etc.

Speaking of this, let me introduce to you, I have a sister, my parents have been divorced for many years now, and they divorced when I was still young. At that time, I was awarded my father, but my father is simply an irresponsible person.

When my father was young, he was one of the few people in the village who dared to go out for a walk. I remember they said that he brought a big brother from outside at that time. No one in the village had ever seen it. The fireworks set up by our family during the New Year were also brought from outside. When it was released, the whole village was lit. My mother also fell in love with my father because my father was more capable. I heard from my grandmother that my grandmother did not agree to my mother marrying my father, but my mother insisted on doing it alone, and they couldn't stop it, because it seemed that there was a joke in the village at the beginning. I don't know what the details are.

But, people will change, and my dad is like this. When he made money, he got a piece of stuff that many people could not quit if they touched: gambling

Gambling loses much faster than earning. What should I do after gambling? Borrow it. Until now, my dad still owes a lot of money outside, and he can't even pay it back. And he made a mistake and went to jail. I was just sensible at that time.

My sister is a few years older than me and is still young. At that time, my mother took me and my sister and I to suffer a lot. Fortunately, the money was borrowed by him in his personal name, so my mother didn't need to pay it back, otherwise my mother would be killed by him, but although she was in jail, my mother had not left him at that time.

Marriage, love grave

To be honest, my mother is not a weak woman at all. When she first got married, my mother was angry with her grandparents, but she endured it before. Later, my father came out and his nature remained unchanged. My mother didn't care a while before the divorce.

I remember one time, my mother scolded them and was stunned. Really, my mother scolded them one by one, but she was not an unreasonable person. At that time, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she got divorced. And at that time, my father had a woman outside. When my mother found out, it would be natural to divorce.

I remember very clearly that before he was released from prison, he wrote a letter to us in prison, because at that time, the letters in the village were all taken by themselves, and they were usually placed in small shops in the village. I happened to be the first to see this letter. At that time, he wrote on it how regretful he was and irresponsible he was.

At that time, I was young and thought he seemed to be aware of his mistake. To be honest, my dad didn't know that I had read this letter until now, because it was originally written to my mom, but I just happened to see it. It was this letter and his behavior that followed that made me completely disappointed him. When I arrived in junior high school, I had no feelings for my dad. At that time, it was basically only a few months before I saw him once.

The important thing is coming, that is, my mother was alone when she was not much in her early 30s. When I got divorced, I just went to elementary school. I forgot about how many grades I was. Originally, my mother got married early. For such a long time, she didn't look for a man. I don't know if she was desperate for men.

Of course, there are always sweet moments when two people are together. At that time, my dad had a strong ability and was not very handsome. He was also very attractive to women. Otherwise, my mom would not have fallen in love with him. You know, my mom was a very beautiful woman in the village at that time. Even now, those aunts of her generation are still very different from my mom. I have to say that my mom has a good skin and my sister is also

Hehe, too, so do I. Many women have told me that my skin is very smooth like a woman

Moreover, my sister and my mother are both white. Now my mother is almost fifty years old, and she will definitely not be the same as before. However, her charm still exists and her wrinkles are much less than that of women of this age. I often see my mother applying egg white to her face. I don’t know if it’s because of this, because my mother rarely wears makeup and I rarely even look at her applying lipstick.

So my dad and my mom were considered handsome and beautiful at the time. They gave birth to my sister in the first year of marriage. In the middle, I heard from my mom that she had two children, one man and one woman. When she had a second miscarriage, the doctor said that I might not be able to give birth, so I was lucky in some aspects of my arrival. Because of this, my family spoiled me more.

Here I have to talk about my sister. My sister loves me very much. There is no doubt about this, but in some ways, she may also hate me a little. I can feel it. I think everyone can guess the reason. It is common in China. Of course, I can feel that this kind of thing is much less. The education that post-90s generation, like me, has received since childhood, is that men and women are equal, so I don’t think of despising women. On the contrary, I respect women very much, especially older ones. Here you may say that I am hypocritical and respect me when I sleep with my mother.

Well, I don't argue. It's disgusting to do this kind of thing, but I really don't disrespect my mother because of this. I rarely talk back to her. I listen carefully to what she said. But for some reason, I often can't control myself. Please let me tell you about this.

Ah, there is a lot of nonsense. If the wolf friends feel bored, I apologize first, but I said just now. I mainly write this to find a place to release it.

Moreover, I believe everyone is tired of writing some explicit flesh-and-hearted scenes, and it is not exciting at all, so I hope everyone can understand my words.

Just now, I mentioned the sweet period between my dad and my mom. What is the sweet period? Hey, you have to ask you, I am a little bitch. My dad doesn’t look very strong outside, but his body is really strong. Everyone says this when he was struggling outside. My mom was over 20 at that time, with a beautiful and beautiful figure and a delicate figure. The two of them were fucking fire. The sex was very ordinary. Of course, this was only a few of them before my dad fell into jail.

You ask me how I know, listen to me tell you: When my mother married my dad, they lived next to my grandparents. When I was a child, my family layout was three households, and all three households were connected. There were two rooms on the second floor of my house. One room was just used to store things at first. Later, I gave birth to my sister and gave birth to me again. That is, when my sister was in elementary school, I slept with my sister. I went to the third grade of elementary school with whom I was with, because my dad rarely came back at that time and often slutted outside.

After that, no one lived here, and I can say that my miserable childhood began since then. Of course, this is the next thing, so I won't mention it now.

Let me first talk about my sex life between my dad and my mom

Hehe, I don’t know if you have ever experienced it when you were a child. I just saw my parents having sex. The word we used to say is xie cunt. Uh, that word is not easy to type in pinyin, just call it cunt. I often use it later. It’s okay if you read it as fucking.

I almost forgot how old it was. Anyway, I was still very young at that time and I didn't know anything. It was just a summer night

My sleeping appearance is very poor. I often move around when I fall asleep. Children are short. Sometimes when I get up, I often stay on the pillow with my face leaning against the bed. Is this sleeping appearance okay? Usually, who is between my parents, so I rarely move around. That day it was also true.

I can't remember it specifically. It seems that I was sleeping early, so I was woken up by the broken electric fan in the middle of the night. When I opened my eyes, I saw the bed board. I knew I was moving again. Just as I was about to turn over and return to my normal position, I heard some rustling sounds, with a little moan and panting

Actually, at that time I didn’t understand anything about men and women, but I could guess that my parents were doing shy things. At that time, I was very curious, so I turned half of my body lightly, looked upward, and looked over there. Then the next moment I saw a scene that I still remember now:

The first thing I saw was a head of black hair scattered in front of a fair body shoulder. The head of this body was close to the bed, and it was shaking regularly. The two hands, which were as skin as cream, were placed in front of the head, and the hands were pinching each time. I didn't understand what was going on for a moment. Then I looked back and saw a smooth back, one hand was stroking the white and smooth back. Of course, this hand was my father's.

I then saw my father kneeling behind my mother, touching his butt with his other hand, constantly kneading him

His eyes were also staring at my mother's butt, so I didn't see me awake. The swaying back and forth, round and tender, snow-white butt I have never forgotten.

My dad's lower body was unhappy, but he looked very strong and thrust. I could feel that the bed was shaking slightly

Neither of them noticed that I was awake, and I didn't make any sound. I just watched quietly, the floor-standing electric fan next to me was squeaking, but I could still hear the sound of my mother.

Her mouth should be closed. I don’t know if it was because she was afraid of waking me up, but she just made a sound from her throat, um...um..., and it seemed like she was enduring something. At that time, because I didn’t know anything, I thought my mother was hit by her father, and I didn’t know what my father was hitting her mother, and I thought it was just a belly hitting her butt. What was the point?

At that time, I was thinking silently

Before I could figure out the meaning of this incident, my mother suddenly supported her body with her forearm. I was shocked. Because I was lying in front of my mother, I couldn't see my father when she came together. I quickly closed my eyes.

Stay motionless

Then I heard my father ask my mother if she had a sore knee and whether to change her position. My mother said it was okay, so she would let him hurry up and save the little fish from waking up (my name, because I wrote novels, all the names I appeared here are made up, and there would be no real name. Be careful of making the Wannian Ship?)

My father said oh, and then seemed to speed up. I heard the sound of my stomach hitting my butt and my mother's ummy sound gradually became more and more sharp. I was very curious, so I secretly opened my eyes slowly, and then saw that my mother's head was still facing down, just covering my father. And this time I saw more, because my mother's entire upper body was supported and her hands were pressed against the bed, so I could vaguely see my mother's breasts through the gaps of her mother's waterfall-like hair, and the nipple on her right happened to be clearly seen by me.

Although my mother's breasts were not very clear, they should be quite big. Of course, I was small at that time, and everything was large and specific. However, my mother's breasts were still quite obvious and strong when she wore clothes. Later, when I had the opportunity to look carefully, I found that my mother's breasts were straight. I also checked them out. Others include bowl shapes, conical shapes, spherical shapes, downward tilt shapes, etc. You can go to Baidu, so I won't go into details.

Although my mother's breasts are quite large, their nipples are small, the size of a natto, and the areola is only a little larger than a coin. Because I can only see part of them, I really hope that my mother's hair will be shorter and I can see clearly. At this time, I was very lucky. My mother's right hand pressed on her hair and seemed to make her feel a little painful. She grabbed the right half of her hair with her right hand and threw it on her back. So I saw the right half of her breasts clearly.

Under the moonlight that seeped in through the window, my mother's round and plump breasts looked so white, and it could even be said to be pale. I have never seen such beautiful or white things in my life. And it was so close to me at that time that I could touch it as long as I stretched out my left hand.

At that time, I didn't have any evil thoughts, because I didn't understand, it was just a feeling of curiosity and wanted to touch it.

When I was about to reach out, I reached out from my mother's back and grabbed my mother's breasts with one hand, which made me stunned. I had an idea at that time: This is mine, don't touch it

I was almost screaming, but I was interrupted by my mother's simplicity. It turned out that my father grabbed my mother's breasts with one hand, and touched my mother's chin with the other hand, and put her whole body on my back. Her face was kissing my mother's white back. I only dared to peek through the small gap. The sound of the belly pretending to be butt became faster and loud, and my mother's scream also changed from a ummy to AhAh's voice.

Ah …… Ah 芝 …… Ah

Well...Ah...Wuh...Wuh, no more

Finally, with my father's low roar, the sound of slapping was gone, and my mother stopped calling. After a while, my father lay back. I closed my eyes again when I was afraid of being seen. My mother seemed to be lying on the bed. Then I heard my father say to wipe you. My mother just nodded, and then I heard my father rubbing something with paper. I was really curious about what my father was rubbing with paper. I really wanted to see it but I didn't dare to look at it. After my father wiped something, he seemed to hit my mother wherever he was. With a bang, my mother hummed again.

I heard my father say something to go wash first, and asked my mother to wipe the sweat as well. My mother didn't say anything, and then I heard my father get out of bed and open the door and go out. I heard my mother didn't seem to move, so I opened my eyes again and saw that my mother's head was leaning against my left hand.

When I looked back, I saw the raised buttocks behind my mother. They were pretty and white and tender. There seemed to be a trace of sweat on them. There was a valley between the two bulges. Because it was night, it was a little blurry, but it was like a gorge between the two peaks waiting for people to explore. I could see my mother's thighs without hitting her. After a while, my mother got up. I quickly closed my eyes, and then felt my mother's hand touching my face, pinching it, then hugging me, hugging me in her arms.

I don't know if this action is a habit for my mother, and whether it is often like this to have sex with my father. I don't know, because I only saw my parents having sex that time, but later after my mother and I reconciled, they would hold me in my arms for a while, and then I would feel the warmth at this moment.

At this time, I could feel my mother's arms and belly, and I could touch my breasts with my hands. It felt very soft, but I didn't dare to move, so I quietly let my mother hug me for a while, and then my mother slowly put me back on the bed and put my head on the pillow, saving me from the sleeping position I just now

My mother got out of bed, and I secretly opened my eyes a little bit again, but it was only a little bit.

I saw my mother standing by the bed, but I only saw my butt, and I couldn't see my mother's front. I really wanted to look at my mother's breasts again, but there was no chance. My mother and I almost walked out of the room. At that time, my sleepiness also came up again, so I fell asleep immediately. This process was not long. I basically only saw the last stage of my parents' love, which was the only time. Later, there were some opportunities, but at most I just listened to the sound. Until something happened later, I couldn't see my mother's naked body for a long time.