Chapter 1

Everyone has a dream that is difficult to fulfill in their hearts, and this dream guides our direction of doing things all the time

Of course, the reason why it is not called an ideal is because of its unreality. If you can easily achieve your dream, it proves that you are a person who is not enterprising and the goal you set is too narrow.

Of course, if your dream is gorgeous and you wrap yourself in your dreams all day and don’t want to wake up, that’s not advisable.

If you buy lottery tickets all day long, can you control the prizes you get all day long?

That would be a dream

The above discussion has nothing to do with this article. Don't scold me for talking about dreams because I have had a dream since I was a child, which feels very real and illusory.

I was only four or five years old in my dream. It seemed to be at noon, and I was awakened by the sound of talking in my sleep.

Open your eyes and saw my mother lying on the bed and looking at me, and behind him was a strange uncle

When my mother woke up, she reached out to hug me, but her body was shaking back and forth.

It was not until I was helped up by my mother with sleepy eyes that I saw my mother's skirt being put down by my uncle.

My mother said this was a doctor who gave injections to others, and my mother was being given injections...

Many years have passed, and I can no longer tell whether this is a dream or a real memory

But since then I was particularly afraid of getting injections. Even when I got high scores in the college entrance examination, my first major was medicine. So now I look at the backward students who have passed medical colleges, but I envy others' health care life.

As mentioned above, dreams will guide our direction and method of doing things

Since I learned about the things between men and women, I have been thinking about the dream that seems real and illusory from time to time. I also seem to have a little indescribable feeling for my mother, guiding me to get along with her in the future.

Comrades can't wait? I also feel that my mother-in-law and mother are very similar to Tang Monk in the Westward Journey

OK, comrades, Uncle Zhao Benshan said that he would omit seventy-eight words later, and I'll just omit seven hundred and eighty words.

The story is over, thank you comrades for applauding

It's kidding. If that's true, my mailbox will probably be full again. It's not good to ask for scolding during the Chinese New Year, so I'll take out the first year of the Chinese New Year to describe it in detail.

Wolf friends, keep calm, this is what's going on...

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, visiting relatives and friends, it seems that the whole country is the same

Before dawn on the morning of the first day of the New Year, I pulled my wife out. After finally walking through everyone's house, the sun had already risen to the top of my head.

My head was swollen when I waited for Benshan's sketch last night, and I drank some at Ming Ge's house in the morning. The bright sunlight made me unable to open my eyes, so I changed my wife to drive, wanting to go home and make up for my sleep as soon as possible.

I'm about to get home, my wife's cell phone rings

It was called by her classmate who was married far away from the south. This year, she returned to her parents' home for the New Year. She returned to the south again in the third year of the Chinese New Year and wanted her to play for a while.

Mom, there is no way, I can only get off the car and told my wife to drive slowly, go back early, and then go home with my head swollen

After opening the door, I found that the TV in the living room was on, and I changed into slippers to prepare to go upstairs to the bedroom upstairs

At this time, my mother's voice came from the study. Have you been to your third grandma's house? I heard that your old man from Beijing has gone home for the New Year this year?

I rubbed my eyes and followed the sound into the study. I found that my mother was standing by the desk with a ruler and saw me coming in by myself. Then I asked my wife why she didn't come back. I explained the situation to her.

I went to the third grandma's house, but the old man didn't come back. I heard that it was to avoid the peak period of the train. Where did my dad go on the third day of the New Year? As I said, I turned around and walked out

Why are you doing with a ruler here? Suddenly I remembered this question. When I walked to the door, I turned around and asked my mother.

Your dad was called to drink by your uncle and itchy back again. As my mom said, she stretched the ruler into her clothes and scratched her back again.

My mother has psoriasis, that is, psoriasis

I got sick when I was young. At that time, I often scratched her back in my hometown.

Like spots, it scratches off one by one, and then the scratched area will turn red, and sometimes bleeding will appear

When I was a child, my mother often said that when I grew up, she would be a doctor and show her what was going on. But in the end I failed her. What was the reason? She might never think of it.

Later, I visited many hospitals intermittently, but I never stopped the medicine and got a lot of formal and folk remedies.

I never scratched her again after going to high school. She once told me that it was almost the best

If my wife was at home today, she would definitely not scratch her face. Although this disease is not contagious, it is not good to see

Mom loves face, I know this best

My wife still doesn't know that my mother has this disease

The one on the backbone is not healed yet? Let me take a look and I'm back in the study room

There is still one left shoulder and back waist here? My mother turned around and lifted up her clothes

I haven't watched it for more than ten years, and it has improved a lot compared to what I remember. At least most of the back is smooth, and the rest is just some of the white small pieces.

Well, it's really better, I'll scratch you again?

Hehe, don't you think it's dirty? Mom turned her head and said to me with a silly smile

Hi, I didn’t scratch you when I was a kid. If I thought it was dirty, I would have broken off my relationship with you. You lifted your jacket upwards. The piece on it seems to be quite small.

As I spoke, I held her shoulder and let her lean on the desk

Oh, that's true, I'll marry a wife and forget my mother. Forget it, I'll take off my jacket.

My mother stopped refusing, stood up and took off her coat, then pulled the sweater to her shoulder, leaned over and leaned on the desk

So I started to tickling my mother, and soon, the dead skin on my shoulder was torn off by me

Looking at my mother's body, I feel a lot of emotion

I haven't scratched her back for more than ten years. Thinking about it, I was still a little kid at that time, but now I have become a person who is about to be a father.

Now I understand what my dad said to me, don’t be a dad, you’re tired!

Indeed, it’s better when I was a child, and I don’t have to think about anything. However, like now, you have to be careful when you are someone to imply you.

Alas, it's been a long way...

Anyway, I just sorted out the path of life I've walked in a short time. When I scratched my shoulders and was about to scratch my waist, my memories happened to be parked on the bus to go to high school.

Why can't teenagers drink alcohol? Because alcohol is not a good thing, it can give you courage and make mistakes in the program

I couldn't help but look down. My mother was lying on the desk. Her big and round butt was less than ten centimeters from me. As long as I move forward a little, I can get in touch with it.

I was blushing when I saw it, and my brother gave me a tribute unconsciously

At the same time, I also thought of my dream. Is that bad guy fucking her like this?

The target of the eyes is not on the back, and the movements of the hands slowly slow down, which then becomes a touch of the waist.

At this time, my mother didn't feel anything strange, and she was still asking me whether it was better on my shoulders or on my waist.

Ah, of course it's on the waist, you see there's a big piece here

I answered absent-mindedly, and said, but in fact, I was thinking about this butt I had been pushing in the car for more than a year.

My mother must have felt it at that time, but why didn’t she mean to avoid it?

Is it shy and difficult to eat, or...

If I pretend to accidentally push it up now, nothing should have happened, right?

When I was in the National People's Congress, I thought about it a lot. Although I drank some wine, I still knew what the consequences were. In the end, I didn't dare.

Shaking his head and awakened, he said to his mother: Mom, you still have one piece underneath, please pull your pants again

To be honest, there was a small piece under her that didn't scratch it, and I wasn't meant to be malicious at that time.

But my mother didn't let her go, saying that she could do it.

I said I'm scratching it once, it's done.

So I pulled my pants down with both hands

My mother's pants were bought by my wife. It was very loose, the material was very soft, and the legs under it were very wide, like bell-bottom pants

I didn't agree with the choice at that time. This is not the clothes worn in winter, but the ones worn in summer. When I bought them back, my mother thought we would save money when we bought them off-season, but my wife said I don't understand.

After buying it, my mom really likes it

Alas, a woman's aesthetic vision...

But what I didn't expect was that my trousers were loose and my waist was loose. I just pulled it so gently, and my pants slid past the block of my big butt. It was below my butt, and my white butt was close to me.

At this moment, I was shocked. Is this the butt I pushed through?

It's much plump than my wife. If I push it from behind, it will definitely be comfortable

The voyeurism in my childhood is just the anti-image seen from the mirror, far less than this real stimulation

Having written this, impatient friends may be fantasizing about it. I included a picture in the attachment

Please don't get me wrong. This is not my mother. I do have my mother's life photos on my hand, but considering the secrets, I won't send it.

The photo was given by a netizen before. Now it seems that his figure is very similar to his mother, so I took it out for your reference

My mother was stunned for a second or two, maybe she didn't expect how she could take off her pants so easily, then her legs were slightly bent and clamped, and her hands pulled her pants

I was still behind and admired it with my mouth open. I didn't think anything at all, so I pulled my pants and stopped her from wearing it. I grabbed half of my butt with my other hand.

But I immediately regretted it again. What did this happen? My son held my mother and refused to let her wear pants?

Too blatant

But I have already held my hand and let go, it seems that I have dirty thoughts

My mind is running fast, I want to find a way out

My mother was still pulling her hands up hard at this time, and I couldn't think of any suitable reason for it, so I was just consuming it.

well!

My mother sighed loudly

Then he hugged his head with both hands, buried his face in his arms, and lay on the desk again

It's bad, this is my mother's warning to me. If I don't pull it up, the consequences will definitely be very serious

This is my real mother, I feel guilty

But looking at such a plump butt, haha, I felt a little unwilling, so I slapped her twice and prepared to put on her pants

But just after typing it gently, my mother made a sound that I had never heard from her mouth, which was the long Chinese pinyin eng... , I thought I had heard it wrong, so I slammed it with my other hand pulling my pants. Now I heard it clearly, and it turned into a long and deep pull. Well... The sound was much louder and trembled.

I've peeked for many years, but I've never heard this sound before

My wife often shouted, and when she thought of these, I felt that I couldn't hold it in.

But I still can't be sure what my mom is thinking now

So, I put my hands on my mother's shoulders with courage, and then I pressed her down hard against her butt until I leaned against the desk.

I thought to myself, if she didn't think that, if I did, she would definitely get up and leave

But what unexpectedly happened to me was that she hugged her arms again and buried them even lower.

That's how I got it, I completely understood and let it go

Almost untie the belt with his trembling hands, freeing his hard cock

Then, without thinking, he held it in with his hands. Because my mother's posture was appropriate, she quickly found the target and then moved it in at a very slow speed.

It's already muddy inside

My mother stopped making noises at this time and always maintained this position. After I inserted it to the end, I put my hands on her shoulders and started to thrust slowly

After about three or five minutes, I thought she would scream twice, but there was no reaction at all.

Slowly speeding up, and a sound of slap was also made below. This sound sounded so pleasant at this moment. Every time I inserted it to the bottom, my waist was bulging into a bow.

At this moment, my head was almost blank, I didn't care about the consequences at all, and I was completely immersed in this wet feeling

Suddenly I thought of that face-to-face position, so I pulled out my cock and wanted my mother to turn around, but I couldn't pull her. In a hurry, I hugged her waist, then carried her away from the desk, and turned her around hard

My mother still covered her face with her arms. No matter how I did it, she refused to stand, but leaned her butt against the desk and sat halfway.

How to do this pose?

Can't enter at all

I stood beside me stupidly. When I had no choice, I saw that although my mother was sitting, there was still a gap between her legs. So I grabbed her one leg and moved it out, holding her cock and inserted it in.

My mother obviously wouldn't have thought of me using this position and started pushing me away with her head, but she had already inserted it, so she stopped struggling, covered her face with one hand and lowered her head in my arms, and walked around me with the other hand and hit my shoulder.

Seeing that she had no strong resistance, I started to move again

This time I hugged her butt with both hands and let her sit half on the desk. She spread her legs and clamped my body

Although I was still a little embarrassed, I was really not calm at that time. I especially wanted to see her face, so I leaned back hard, wanting her to lower her head and leave my body

But the more I leaned back, the more her head leaned against me, causing it to slide out below.

There was no way, so I hugged her butt and hugged her away from the desk. In this way, we finally stood face to face.

The dream position I had, I began to hold her butt and thrust hard, from time to time, and even hit her butt twice

Finally, my mother seemed to be in a state of condition, her legs began to be clamped, and her other hand was placed on my shoulder.

The strong sensory and psychological stimulation began to make me forget myself as my movements accelerated. Although my mother still didn't make any sound, she began to cooperate and sway back and forth with me.

Finally, I can't help but cum

I have a habit of kissing my wife's lips when I ejaculate

So I pulled out one hand and tried to spread my mother's hand covering her face, but my mother was desperately covering her

I just used my hands to break it together. Without my support, my mother's butt began to consciously cater to my thrust.

It's a stalemate again

I suddenly wanted to laugh and couldn't help laughing. My mother somehow separated her palms and looked at me with her eyes exposed. Then I was slapped hard on my shoulder.

Her water had already flowed on her thighs, and it was sticky

I couldn't help but increase my speed, and finally she made another eng...

Mom, I want to cum inside you and kiss you

I said tremblingly. As soon as I finished speaking, my mother pressed my head down with her hand wrapped around my shoulders, and then she still covered her face with her hands and had an intimate kiss with me.

When I was ejaculated, my mother's legs were tightly clamped and rubbed back and forth, as if she wanted to suck me out.

As soon as I finished ejaculation, my mother turned around and started to wipe me. I lifted my pants weakly.

After doing it, I felt a little regretful. What happened? How did I do this? Although I was very passionate at the time, I thought about many other things later. This is the end of the previous article

OK, the story has ended or, in other words, it is over in stages, because I don't know what will happen in the future

But now I can be sure that this has become a story

The dusty past may not be mentioned, but things like this may have meanings.

Those who have walked through think this is a lesson, and many people who have not walked through may be yearning for it.

Remember, this is just a story

As for what happened later, it was normal later

My mother is still my mother, I am still me

If we talk about the difference before and after, I am afraid that only we really understand it, that is: she is more like a mother, and I am more like a son

Haha, it was originally a mother and son, where did they come from more similarities? The relationship is a bit closer, but the relationship is very delicate anyway