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Chapter 3

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The instinct of a butterfly is to suck nectar, and the same is true for my love for my mother

I entered her, longing to be part of her, longing to sink into this round and green mountain forever

In fact, before this, my mother had mentioned to me many times about registering for the college entrance examination.

My original intention was to study in Shanghai or Beijing, but my mother wanted me to stay in this province, saying that the provincial capital university is no worse than those places, and my father was about to be transferred to the Provincial Institute of Paleontology. My mother married the chicken and followed the chicken. She also negotiated with the Provincial People's Art Theater and was expected to be transferred to work.

The stream near me gurgled, like the sound of the piano far and near, my mother's sweet and quiet breath hit my cheeks. I gently stroked her delicate curves, thinking about the longevity of this life, and finally took a deep breath and agreed to my mother.

Although, I know that my mother still has selfishness, because my uncle was transferred to the provincial capital to be the executive vice mayor. In this way, I can help me stay in the provincial capital and work for a while.

At this time, my mother's hand was warm, the closest hand she held in this life

The green and green son is proud, my heart is for you, I have been pondering until now

When Li Ge sang, my mother's long hair should be tied up when she lay in her arms.

Today, the wind is gentle and sunny, and the feeling of embracing my mother is like blood flowing from the body, mixed with me and her

The mother's moth head is hanging down, her breasts are solid and full, and a slight ray is rippling on her shining white body. I reached into her thin shirt, and she held it with a scent, which was mature and seductive, like a naked woman in her imagination, she nourished her children with wealth.

Her beautiful body was undulating like a running deer

The moans brushed through my ears, and the wings at the fusion of sexual desire shattered my calm cracked soil

I moved forward at full speed, trying to suppress her dream of longing for transcendence, and I gently said in her ear: Fuck

Then, I was unstoppable, jumping on the horse, imagining my mother as a battle plain, and I had to fight the male and female.

Suddenly, the sound of the cry was crisp, and my mother fell down in response, falling on my wide field. A crystal clear drop from her forehead, like a pearl, or an agate, and even more like the green clitoris between her crotch

I gasped, thirsty, and pushed my huge and weak, and sent out a long howl like a wolf, and my speed continued to accelerate

When I reached the boundary of happiness, my back was covered in sweat

And the mother, too

I think my father should have woken up at this time