Loneliness is long and the days together are short. The days with my mother when I was young have become the most important days of my own leisure time nowadays.
For the memory fragments that are recalled and pondered.
Now, with a successful career, the return date is approaching. The mother’s thoughts about her son became more anxious, and she began to lose flavor in her meals,
It’s hard to go to bed.
“Ah Ming, are you coming back soon? Last month I went back to my hometown to visit the graves, I stuck a bunch of mourning incense in front of the grave for you, and counted on my fingers.
It’s been a long time since we’ve been together as mother and son to see your father.”
In the midst of a busy schedule, I received a transatlantic phone call from my mother, and the slightest hint of it reached my ears, but it was still my mother’s familiar
The warm and loving voice of the mother; what I felt was the inexpressible excitement and anxiety of the mother’s heart.
“Soon, it’s in the middle of an economic crisis and the benefits are not good. The company has decided to downsize its resources and withdraw to the mainland.”
I explained the schedule and date of my return trip just to comfort my mother’s heart, which was longing for the return of her son.
On a flight from the U.S. to my homeland, leaning on a first-class recliner, I had a dream in which I, Kai
With my mother, I stepped into an uncharted paradise of lush forests and fragrant flowers and fruits. The mother in the dream vaguely reveals
The delicacy and charm of a youthful young woman, with her dark hair coiled into curls, hanging in silken locks on her beautiful white forehead
On one side, there were two blushes on my mother’s cheeks, and I couldn’t tell if they were shyness or excitement.
“Ah Ming, is mom still pretty?” As we walked, my mother glanced at me, her eyes full of anticipation.
“Mom, you’re so pretty, you’ve outdone a lot of girls your age.” I don’t know if it’s a dream, but I just realized.
I’m sure my mother looks better than she did back in the day.
“When did my son give birth to a skillful tongue that dares to play tricks even on his own mother.” The words were irritating, but
It was endlessly flattering. My mother gently patted my palm to show how cheerful she was.
“I have been thinking day and night that when you come back, you must find a quiet place so that we can be together as mother and son.
How is it that I have not found such a good place to walk?”
About the heat of the weather, the mother’s green shirt is small unzipped, as if the virgin’s red face tender breasts trembling and leaping, so that people look at the
With a springtime foolishness. Unconsciously, the frothing little monk at his own crotch awoke from a sound sleep and gradually
Stand up.
“Damn it! If I, as a son, harbor such thoughts, am I not like an incestuous beast who has no regard for legislation?”
Ashamed, he covered his tent with his hands and struggled to catch up with his mother’s fading steps, and came to a leafy plant
Under the luxuriant, exotic-fruit-bearing trees.
This fruit, large, full and reddish in color. About no one visits this place, no need to climb the tree, full of weights
The branches of the lotus have already brought the tempting fruits to the height where you can pick them up with your hands. Filled with curiosity, my mother and I
Each picked two fruits and held them in his hand to look at them.
“What a strange fruit, like an apple and not like an apple.” You can’t see exactly what it is, but it smells sweet. Let
I can not help but bite down a mouthful, really “taste sweet and sour like sweet cheese”, do not realize that three times five, eat a dry!
Net.
Looked at the mother beside me is also in a small mouthful of food, that way of eating, and the wonderful girl afraid of indecency, the embarrassment of everyone’s
Boudoir mentality and what is the difference? Thinking about this, the heart can not help but a wave of hot air rippling, originally by their own barely
Once again, the pressed down frothing dick ignored the warning and wiggled out the end of his pants.
When I was at my wits’ end, I heard a thumping sound, and saw my mother’s cheeks flushed red, her mouth and eyes streaming, and her body
Like spaghetti it slid down softly to the point where the delicate body trembled slightly, and then there was no more sound.
I just wanted to satisfy my craving, but I was poisoned by the fruit! But it’s not a poisoned body.
On the other hand, it is like a strange and obscene aphrodisiac like fire, in a flash, has been burning all over the body, indescribable scratching and itching.
Enduring a strange poison, I moved step by step to my mother’s side, and hastily tried her nostrils, raggedly
Urgent, but no signs of life-threatening. Instead, it was a pair of firm breasts that were crying out to be seen, making me at this moment already a legacy of the
Forgetting the existence of the master to whom she belongs.
Parting the thin bodice, the narrow lace bra was uncovered, and a few strands of hair covered it, adding to the splendor of the corsage.
“Mom ……”, the remaining sanity makes me deeply afraid that my mother will wake up at this moment, and temporarily stops the movement of my hands.
Mother was sleeping soundly, a touch of redness attacked her cheeks, cherry lips slightly open, her clothes were messy, and she was gorgeous.
It gave me the feeling of a fairy tale in which a prince comes to embrace and kiss a sleeping princess who has been sleeping for a hundred years.
Feelings. But I’m not a prince, and I’m not obligated to save the princess and wake her up in the middle of the woods.
In. The only thing that makes sense is to take advantage of this opportunity to make light of a good woman, even if the one you are making light of is your own mother
Pro.
Nibbling on the delicate nipple, the taste was like honey. The caress of the tongue teased the mother’s sleeping heart.
In the midst of the endless lust of the nightmare, my chest was heaving, my pouting was continuous, and my arms were already subconsciously wrapped around me.
The body.
Incest is like an unspeakable poison. Two people who secretly harbor evil intentions for each other lean in close to each other, and once tainted, they are
It’s a straight descent into irreversibility, and it’s hard to separate again.
With the earth as their seat and the sky as their quilt, mother and son, in the illusion of promiscuous desire spawned by the poisonous and obscene fruits, were in a haphazard state of
Unpredictable ……
Dreams are perhaps the most thankful remedy for life on earth. Because of dreams, we are rationalized by the
It is only through the release of primitive desires and latent emotions and human nature, which have been imprisoned by morality, that they can be effectively released.
Perhaps Jehovah’s teachings on the art of coitus between Adam and Eve, the founders of mankind, and the calcination of their fidelity of affection
When the time came, presumably this easy-to-avoid, ambiguous compromise was also used, right?
Ask: who has not, in the middle of the night, awakened from a dream, recalled the absurdity of the dream, and not savored its
In? Because we are in a dream world, the constraints of reality become easily broken. My son could boldly pinch
breast milk without fear of human words; a mother can shyly seek dependence on her son’s breast without being subject to the world’s
The deterrent of propriety. At this moment, I am in a deep dream world, how can I not be the same? I just don’t know how long it has been since I’ve seen you.
of my mother’s place, and whether her dreams would be the same as mine.
“Sir, sir ……”
“Well ……”
Before the plane landed, the stewardess gently shook the girl to wake up, staring for a moment, realizing that all that was just a dream.
I had a great time with my mother earlier, and I had a lot of orgasms and juices. Now you have to work up to 12 points.
Spiritually, we abandon the absurdity of those who can only stay in the dream of spring, and prepare to face the reality of the mother-child relationship.
Knocking on the door of the house, what came out was no longer the still young and beautiful mother in the dream world; what I saw was a slightly
The face was haggard. I didn’t realize that the marks of aging had unknowingly crept into my mother’s face during the time she spent abroad.
The sideburns of the pro, but carefully examined, the figure has not lost, the features are beautiful, the face is still young.
“It must have seemed very ugly to your mother to see you with this face.”
“Mom, you’re very good looking, I don’t know how many fangirls you’ve outdone.”
The words of love in a dream always sounded now with a comforting meaning, especially when they came from one’s own mouth, sadly
The rest of it was a pang of heartache.
“Having been abroad for so long, I always imagined what my son would look like when he returned, and now it seems that the fine
The spirit has not diminished, but it is getting thinner and thinner. Why are you so incapable of taking care of yourself? I used to say ……”
In the face of my mother’s scolding and warmth, all the arguments and reasoning used in the workplace and the competition of interests are not necessary.
To be put on the pedestal of mother-son bonding, who calls herself in a cozy and trivial home? And one is like a clueless
He answered all the questions like a young child who knows nothing and returns home late from his play.
The eloquent mother is unaware of the pain of the poison, and even more so of the fact that her son, standing across the room from her, is suffering from it.
Being in a busy, noisy, open-minded foreign country. I was once with a man who was almost twenty years different in age from myself.
The exotic woman was entangled in a “mother-son love affair” under the lights of the city, and every crazy night, I had the help of the
The heterosexual flesh that rolls underneath her eases the difficult moments of Oedipal suffering.
But how can the wild exuberance of an exotic woman compare to the gentle tenderness that a mother is born with? This class
Than, it is a poison that really burns the lungs and irons the soul. It is only through nightly dreaming that I am able to
to release the perfidious and rebellious son who drinks hemlock and has difficulty in extricating himself.
How do I tell my mother what is hidden in my heart? Ignore it and let it grow until it consumes me.
Heart? Or do you pick a suitable opportunity, pluck up the courage and tell your mother your true feelings, without asking for an answer?
Allow, but seek to hear.
Looking at his mother’s quiet face with a smile in her sleep, who knows what he did when he heard his son’s confession of
Feelings?
After thinking about it, I decided to do the latter, just wait for a careful plan and put it into practice. The plan is finalized. A cigarette, a payment.
Zhu smiled, his mind had never been more calm and soothing than it was today.
(II) Showing True Love on Yangmingshan Mountain
Yangmingshan is far from the hustle and bustle of downtown Taipei, and is known as Taipei’s backyard. It has a mild climate, abundant grass and trees
The natural scenery of the mountains and fields is especially beautiful with the hot springs, especially the inns and pavilions dotted in the streams and valleys, making the natural scenery even more beautiful.
It blends in harmoniously with the man-made structures. Its tranquil and heavenly atmosphere makes it as legendary as the
It is a paradise in the world, so both local people and foreigners enjoy visiting this mountain for leisure and pleasure.
Another point to note is that Yangmingshan is also famous for its numerous bathing and therapeutic hot springs.
One of the scenic views of the The large and small hot spring rooms designed to incorporate natural springs all over Yangmingshan have become one of the many
A place for men and women in love to enjoy and yearn for.
When I returned, I found out more about it and told her that I wanted to go to Yangmingshan with my mother to enjoy the scenery and soak in the hot springs.
I thought that my mother would be a little reluctant in view of her age and energy, but she readily agreed to do so.
Arriving at the top of the mountain, it was already overcrowded, and on the night of the seventh day of the seventh moon, the dense crowd of young men and women brought the originally quiet
A great place to enjoy the scenery turns into a boiling pot of soup.
“What day is it that so many young men and women have been invited to a party?” Mother looked from side to side and appeared
Somewhat disturbing.
“Today, on the seventh day of the seventh month, every man and woman who are in love will, according to tradition, climb up to the heights together to pray for the protection of the old sky.
Bless each other with love and beauty for a lifetime, and now there are more and more people in Taipei, plus tourists from other provinces taking advantage of this festive season,
Swarming in, of course when it’s crowded – Mom, what’s the matter, not feeling well?”
It was a crowded night – something I had actually anticipated. Yangmingshan, also known as the Mountain of Fixation, will be our pair of pro
The mother and son are placed in the midst of a large number of men and women in love, so that the mother can feel the love of nowhere.
Absent. To a greater or lesser extent, it will also infect the mother, touching some hidden feelings in her heart. Father died early, mother and son stayed together
As the days passed, I could feel that my mother also had a complicated and secretive special feeling for me more or less.
“Well it’s not indisposition, it’s just a sudden feeling that so many people are more than a little surprised to be
Shall we go back?”
“Tanabata is supposed to be crowded, it’s more lively when there are more people–Mom, look, so many flamboyant girls!
I don’t know how ugly they look when they take off their makeup in the dead of night! If I may say so.
If they were to face each other and compete, their faces would never be able to match their mother’s beauty.
Juxtaposed.” With that, he took his mother by the hand and sauntered off toward the laxity of the crowd.
Along the way, I diverted the way in front; my mother clung to me in the rear, her face flushed and her head hanging, not knowing
Whether or not still playing in my words on the mountain top of the night wind blowing, more beautiful, beautiful as a flower.
Finally, we found a secluded place away from the hustle and bustle, and we sat down together as mother and son, and the gods of heaven and earth
I told my mother about the fun I had in the United States, which made her laugh; and she told me about the
How I have lived since I left and how I miss my children.
Unconsciously it was already late at night, the weather had turned cool and a gusty wind was blowing. Looking back to the distance, the men on the top of the hill
The women had long since dispersed most of the women, and the mother was in the middle of her talk, without the slightest intention of going down the hill and leaving.
“Mom, are you cold? Come on, put this coat on.” She was thinly dressed when she went up the mountain, and was worried that her mother would catch a cold.
I removed my own jacket and prepared to drape it over my mother’s body.
Who knew that my mother would press down on my arms and pull both pairs of my arms into a hug.
“How can clothes be warmer than the safety and thickness of your own son’s broad chest? Don’t take off your clothes. Put them on.
Stay, mom lean on you and neither one will catch a cold.” Mother said as she leaned her upper body against the
On my son’s chest, listening sideways to the violent beating of the fiery organ in my chest one beat at a time.
My still-firm, plump buttocks pressed loudly against my thighs as I sat on the floor, making my lower body hot!
Continuous.
What did the mother’s discouragement seem to imply? Though not quite sure, I believe that the mother’s concern for her son’s
The feelings were definitely more than the simple realm of affection. It also reinforced the need to test my mother’s heart.
of bad intentions.
Probably sensing the awkwardness of such a position, the mother tried slightly to move her hips, looking as if she wanted to
To stand up. How could I let go of such a good opportunity so easily? I obstinately imprisoned her attempts with my arms, and with my body
I told her not to move now, but to do as I said. My mother tried to struggle, but she couldn’t move.
No, in the face of my sudden outburst, my mother was shocked but silent.
The parting under my belly had long been erect and upright from the pushing and rubbing of the two hot bodies, and I tried to push up the small of my back, the
Letting the meaty shaft covered by the clothes and pants move in a circular motion against her mother’s perineum, the glans poking a large area of plump pussy flesh
The quick and beautiful touch revealed the richness and fleshiness of a middle-aged mature woman. Not long after, a hot stream accompanied the mother’s hanging
The first whisper slowly seeped out. It turned out that the mother had already ejaculated under her son’s boldness and lightness.
After a long gasp, her emotions settled and two lines of tears slipped and rolled silently down her mother’s handsome face.
“Let me up now!”
“Mom ……”
“Your father died young, and your mother raised you with great pains, in the hope that her son would become a man of honor and splendor.
But I don’t know that the result of love is the end of raising wolves. Today, if we, mother and son, continue to be unruly.
If you go against human decency and morality, not only your dead father will be in peace. After we die, how will we meet that
The ancestors?”
“Mom, my son knows that you’ve had half a lifetime of grief and suffering, and that you’ve had to take care of a young child, and at the same time, you’ve been lonely in the midst of the pain of losing your husband.
The empty guard of their own youth and beauty is quietly passing away little by little. And now that I am over half a hundred years old, I am still full of labor and loneliness.
There’s no one to turn to. Mom, you’ve spent your whole life trying to do something for me, and I’ve never been able to repay you properly. Is that it?
A son who does his duty on his father’s behalf is to be called out for the mistake of missing the mark?”
“Ah Ming, love in this world is always different, there is no such thing as a son marrying his mother.
I am not sure if I can be sure that my mother, who is already getting old, will be scolded a hundred years from now; and even if we put down everything and come together, we will later
It’s a drag for you, too.”
“Heaven is not to be feared, our fathers are not to be obeyed, and men are not to be pitied. A son who falls in love with his mother is blessed with
Blessings, in exchange for true love, the vicissitudes of the world, flying feet flow Ying, fleeting. All the moral laws are only to bind the world.
How can a man perceive happiness after death when he lives in chains?”
“Everyone’s happiness is different, different, different. If I have you in my heart, and you have me in yours, why can’t I choose?
Choose a mother and child and spend a hundred years together?”
After pouring out the depression in his heart in one breath, he looked at his mother in his arms who was sighing with uninterrupted tears.
My mother wiped away her own tears and pushed through the ring of my arms to head down the hill.
Dry lips and mouth, all the effort and hard work, and all you get is a situation where you don’t care?
I don’t know if I have broken my mother’s heart with my disobedience, but how could I bear to do that because of this difficult
The slightest impulse to press on gives up over twenty years of difficult bonding between us, mother and son. I have decided, just for tonight.
You have to make this relationship choice of yours end well no matter what.
Back at the spa hotel, my mother ignored me and ran straight to the waiter, asking to arrange for a bathroom, and
Preparing for the bath. The bathrooms are boarded up one by one, and it is the peak of the bathing season, when the corridor is filled with a white haze of
Mon’s water vapor.
“Ah, ma’am, unfortunately, the single bathroom you mentioned is full, so it looks like you and Mr. Baker will only be able to use it.
It’s up against that double couples’ bathroom at the far end.” The waiter finished, raising his eyes to a mother who looked eager to differentiate
Kissing and looking indifferent, I looked a little terrified.
The sparse waiter actually saw my mother and I as an old married couple! It seems that the pursuit of mother and child under the sky
There are plenty of men and women who are in love, but I’m afraid that people like me, who took their own mothers, are not the only ones who are in love.
It’s the only one of its kind, isn’t it?
“Ah, thanks then, the innermost room?” Lest my mother retort in her haste, I grabbed the waiter’s hand from the
The key to the innermost double bathroom, casually slipped him a tip and told him to get a move on.
“Well then, Mr. and Mrs., have a nice bath and don’t bother!” The waiter flew away as fast as he could.
My mother and I were the only ones left in the foggy bathroom hallway.
It was only when I was actually in the smoky, soaring bathroom that I realized where the bathhouse attendant’s misunderstanding lay.
A mother’s beauty can be enhanced by the few traces of age. This ability to compete with the fading
The beauty of the time of separation is perhaps the root of what makes me obsessed with my mother.
My mother couldn’t help but turn her anger into joy as she watched me stare blankly at her, puffing out a laugh.
“What are you looking at, am I that good looking? Is there a time to look at your own mother?”
“Mom, you’re good looking, and that’s a reality that people with eyes can’t lie to themselves about.”
“Slip of the tongue, no big deal, actually making jokes about his own mother,”
“It’s true, and if I’m wrong, the sky hits …….”
Before he finished speaking, a jade hand covered the corner of his mouth, and a soft voice scolded him, “Don’t say such a silly
Words, what’s the point of living if you’re struck to death by the heavens in one careless move, leaving your mother alone?”
“Mom, you’re not mad at me?”
“Angry about what? Is there anything in the world more important than the loss of my love for me from one of my precious sons
matter?”
“Mom ……”
“Love is love, why cite the classics, if there is no you in my heart, and no me in yours?
But we have each other in our hearts, and it’s hard to separate, and this feeling, after you woke up, is again
How can you get rid of it so easily?”
Somehow, in the midst of her laughter, her mother did not look like the shy and irritated mother on the mountaintop, but rather like
It was like a different person. And I watched the whole transformation of my mother’s demeanor in amazement like a fool.
Could it be that the mother’s outrageous behavior was done on purpose to test her son’s reaction? Or is it
In fact, at the top of the mountain, my mother refused to pass on the jacket I took off, and instead chose to shrink into my arms.
Is this a sign that she has a crush on me too?
While puzzling over this, a mother’s languid voice came from the mist: “I say, son, that you
Can’t you come over and rub mom’s back? Do I have to beg you personally?”
Mist and thick clouds worry about eternal day, Rui Brain eliminates the golden beast. The festive season is again the sun, jade pillow yarn kitchen, midnight cool early penetration.
After the dusk, when I drink wine in the east hedge, there is a dark fragrance filling my sleeves. I don’t know if I’ll ever lose my soul, but the curtain is rolling in the west wind, and people are thinner than the yellow flowers.
–Li Qingzhao
The bathtub was a perfect fit for a mother and child. Neither the misty clouds rising from the boiling hot springs nor the
There was no golden beast or brain, only a living springtime scene, and I, as a son, had a great deal to offer.
Carve the mind in this mist and thick clouds vaguely flashed in the spring light of the beautiful shadow of the boat, rippling.
My mother’s back muscles were smooth and tender, and rubbing them, touching them gently with my hand, provoked a throbbing sensation.
Curiosity got the better of me and I took a lotion-coated scrub cloth in both hands and rubbed it gently around my mother’s armpits.
Come on, repeatedly touching a pair of plump breasts.
“Does it tickle?” Accompanied by caution, sensing that his mother seemed to be enjoying the catch in her own son’s hand.
“……”
The reply was a gasp hidden in a silence, the voice giving a sense of forced composure.
The silky lotion spread from the slender neck to the chin, and from the chin to the plump, rounded peaks of the breasts, the
Then it roamed over the purple ripe nipple, stagnated temporarily in that little reddish deterrent, and converged into a little sprinkling of thoughts, spilling
Falling on top of the polished floor …… no! For it should be spilled over the incestuous heart of the son.
Unable to hold back my arousal any longer, I rubbed my sticky hands with the essence of the lotion as if it were a lubricant.
up my mother’s abdomen, under her breasts, and on all her limbs, and the soft white and extremely elastic skin, under my wanton invasion of the
Suddenly bulging, suddenly concave, mother also in the light of my hands in the thinning constantly issued a drunken wooing sound.
Instead of busily scrubbing and rubbing, I was hungrily enjoying the smooth, clean water of the
The perfect carcass, the mother could not help but ridicule and laugh, “Where in the world is such a son, who does not treat his own mother as a mother?
pro, rather like a hungry wolf or beast hungry and loathsome.”
“What kind of mother is there in the world who does not treat her son as a son, but as a lover, and allows him to run wild
Intentionally frivolous?” I didn’t forget to tease my mother a little, deeply pleased that she was finally letting go of the weight of her reserve and morality.
As I said that, I felt my mother grabbing my hand and guiding my “five-fingered brother” who had been on the rampage.
A targeted “blast” on her drunken body.
“Kiss me …… quickly ……” The first thing the mother, awakened from her caresses, did was to ask her son to dominate the
own mouth.
With the tip of the tongue to open the mother’s lips, carefully pursued the small tongue that dodged around, but how can the narrow mouth
Little as it was, within moments, it was tackled and captured by me. After a few struggles and a few squirms, my mother began to actively respond to my
Infestation and Offense.
Some intense mouthing and panting made the mother, who had long since ceased to be reserved, more and more licentious, and she opened the
began to twist out of the bath through the crotch of my pants, rubbing my fleshy shaft vigorously, the tent of my crotch, the
It is beginning to be in danger of collapsing and failing.
I responded positively by parting my mother’s very fleshy thighs, delving deeper and deeper into the hairlessness, probing, with my fingers in that
The shy and sensitive stamen was buckled endlessly, and the flower head jumped about, pulling the mother to also stand up her head and tremble for a while.
Chestnut.
“Son …… son …… are you going to …… tease mommy to death?”
How could my mother’s drought-stricken body hold out on the eve of the foretold universal rainfall?
“I will not only tease, but I will return to the place where I was conceived with the flesh that my mother gave me to make you feel better
Suffer some son to come home to!”
“Come on, come back, come back to the Matrix, come back to mommy ……” the mother called, while lost in thought.
While jerking her hips and grinding her fat mound back against my crotch, she couldn’t wait for him to enter her instantly.
of the body!
I wet the rod with the sticky nectar from my mother’s pussy, just waiting for that most
A moment later the swinging gun pushed in!
It is said that the moment of coitus between a man and a woman, working on each other, and pushing for orgasm, is the most beautiful and the most pleasurable moment in the world.
For moments of enjoyment.
Today, I can finally taste the beauty of this fast, enjoyment of the onslaught of the flesh and bone of the true knowledge of the real sense, not to come
Since the introduction of the yellow book, it rather originated from the depths of the mother’s flesh.
Looking at my mother’s face full of spring tide, eyes closed and shy, unattractive and delicate demeanor, I know that at this moment.
She was also becoming deeply immersed and overwhelmed by the infinite happiness I was bringing her.
The floor of the bed, the corners of the table and chairs, including the bodies of the two men who were thrusting with great vigor, had been covered with each other’s intense
Fishy bodily fluids spewed from intercourse.
These, for my mother and I, are powerful evidence of the flower of love that flourishes.
After a hundred strokes of gritted teeth, a sustained and powerful orgasmic message came from my mother’s secret passage, followed by an orgasmic feeling like a
My penis was clutched tightly in my small hands, fearful that I would pull away in the nick of time.
I, on the other hand, will be courageous and encouragement, and it is appropriate to pursue the poor, with more agitation and more intensive frequency, back to
In response to the violent spasms of the mother’s vagina.
“Hmmm …… ah ……”
My mother’s head was thrown back, her hair was tossed about, and her lower body was already pouring out, and a stream of white pulp came out of our crotch.
Sprayed out between the glued seams underneath, ointment-like and sticky and pungent.
While secretly amazed at the “great depth” of her mother’s orgasmic fluids, a small, dense and increasingly intense
Tingling and itching suddenly came from the lower body, like a tide of gusts of pleasure under the sea is no longer difficult to endure, a low growl, against the
Tightening the center of the flower, the spewing children and grandchildren rejoined their owner’s mother.
After the climax, the mother and son were close to each other, and the warmth and sweetness that had never existed before surrounded us. Helping my mother back to
The guest bedroom lay down and was about to leave when, in the darkness, there was a painful bite on the shoulder from a set of viciously sharp teeth.
“Bad man, ready to walk away after bullying your mother?”
Twisting the bed light on, I saw a small, indignant face with clenched silver teeth. Sensing the meaning of my mother’s words, I
I couldn’t help but giggle, but my body had already lifted the corner of the quilt and squeezed into the bed, ready to spend the night with the rekindled love of my mother.
Kiss to a plum.
(concluded)