(a.k.a. Mother’s Three Men – First Draft)
Profile.
Mother Maria: 32 years old, a former ballerina;
Father, Richard: Boss of a large plutocracy;
Me, Little John: 10 years old;
Junior Viktor: My incarnation;
George: a young actor in his mother’s ballet company, 18 years old;
Henry: My grandfather, the godfather of the underworld;
Yu Wen: her father’s mistress, 22 years old, the new white swan of the ballet company; (Chapter 1) Green Banana
Sexually precocious, no one in my family dared to speak without hearing me, but there was not a word my gentle mother said that I dared to disobey.
Almost every room in the house has a photo of my mother dancing ballet, and I have three, I think the most beautiful three spokes, on the wall of my room.
One is my mother lifting her left leg above her head, I can hardly imagine that my usually gentle and noble mother can have such strong flexibility; one is my mother being lifted above her head by a young man, with her legs in a 180-degree split; my mother wanted to change this photo several times with a red face, but I always cried and refused; the last one is a picture of my mother standing and resting while practicing kung fu, with my mother, who is only 22 years old, looking out the window with her pure and innocent eyes. The last one is a picture of my mother standing and resting while practicing kung fu.
When I picked this one out of the many photos of my mother, she was so happy that she hugged me and kissed me a few times, because it was also her favorite one.
In her youth, my mother was a ballerina, so she couldn’t keep her toenails, and her flat ballet slippers greatly restricted her beautiful feet. After retiring from the stage, my mother now wears her favorite high heels even at home, which she believes keeps her feet from slouching and the muscles in her calves taut at all times. My mother’s feet are undoubtedly top-notch, and I’ve seen many pornographic magazines that specialize in pictures of beautiful feet, but there’s nothing that compares to my mother’s.
Mother seldom wore stockings when she wore high heels, and when she did, she never wore the kind with thickened toes; she wanted to show off the beauty of her toenails to the fullest.
My mother had a dedicated pedicurist, Blank, who was a real charmer, always sweet-talking my mother into a blush every time she had her toenails trimmed, so that at the end he could kiss the works of art under his hands, my mother’s toenails, one by one. But I really admire his craftsmanship, he trimmed my mother’s toenails in one long, oval shape, with the big toe nails slightly pointed inward, making them even more sultry.
Painted with dark brown nail polish and wearing high-heeled sandals that exposed the entire instep, my mother’s feet looked regal and impenetrable, yet lascivious.
Mother is 1-73, shoe size 42, with five slender toes and a slightly upturned big toe.
I used to steal my mother’s high heels to masturbate, and just fantasizing about her beautiful feet was enough to make me squirt.
I have a private wish, is to let my mother wear every pair of her high heels let me play all over, of course, this is only a dream, and mother’s high heels style endless. The stockings without thick toe pads couldn’t hold my mother’s oval toenails, so my mother usually only wore a pair of stockings once and then threw them away, and these stockings, like my mother’s high heels, became an excellent tool for me to masturbate.
Although there were more than a dozen servants in the house, my hardworking mother still liked to cook food for the family herself. My father and I also liked my mother’s cooking best.
I used to peek at my parents having sex through the camera I had installed, which was very exciting even though the camera head could only get a general view.
Tasted all the countries beautiful and tried countless kinds of play father, has been very difficult to have what stimulation can make him erect, mother wonderful nude body can only make his penis helplessly move two times. But as long as the mother put on high heels, naked to that station, or then pose a ballet toes pointing to the ground, hands up position, the father’s prick immediately on the gun salute.
At this time, the mother always blushed, climbed onto the bed, into the arms of the father. Father very roughly mother under the pressure, quickly into, into the father and show his battle-hardened valor, intense manipulation of the mother, the mother from time to time to let out a moan to help the father’s sex, she also get great pleasure.
My father often had to fuck my mother hundreds of times before she ejaculated, and by this time she had already lost her eyes and her hair on her head.
Although my father was a womanizer, he still loved my mother very much, and I often heard him say to her with a smile: “Only you are my home”, and usually my mother blushed at this time.
A father usually isn’t interested in a mistress for more than six months before returning to his mother’s arms.
The mother was very upset with the father, but there was nothing she could do about it.
The appearance of Yuwen changed this situation. Yuwen was so beautiful, she was taller than her mother, and if her mother was a gentle, dignified beauty, she was cheerful and easy-going. What’s more, Yuwen was also a ballerina, and the new “White Swan” of her mother’s original ballet company. At this point, her mother had an inferiority complex. Because Yuwen was only 22 years old, she had won many dance awards that her mother could only dream of but had never gotten.
I’ve spied on Yuwen and my father having sex, and my father is like a young man in front of Yuwen, a smile from Yuwen can make his erection straighten up. When Yuwen put on her ballet shoes and did a nude ballet, my father even fell to his knees and begged the goddess for love.
For a while, I realized that I watched Yu Man masturbate more than I watched my mother masturbate.
I don’t know whether I should be grateful or harbor a grudge against Yuwen. She had caused my father to alienate my mother, and hadn’t been in her bedroom for three or four months, but had made my grumpy mother come to play with me more often.
I was envious of my father in my heart, he had his mother and now Yu Wen, he was really immortal. I’m not as greedy as my father. It’s enough for me to have my mother.
Ever since I realized that Yu Wen had replaced my mother in my mind as the new object of my sexual fantasies, I had a fear of Yu Wen. At night, I could only escape the desire to spy on my father and Yu Wen having sex by running to my mother’s room to sleep.
My mother refused to let me sleep in her room at first, but she couldn’t help but plead with me, and while I was begging, I felt a sense of pleasure in my heart and thought: “If you refuse me, don’t blame me for fantasizing about other women.
My mother finally agreed, which led to a qualitative improvement in my voyeurism.
I could hold my mother’s feet to sleep, and I also liked to lick and suck my mother’s toes before going to bed, and when my mother found out that I had this fetish, she tried to stop me several times, but she was blocked back by my tearful arms. Mother gradually gave in later and even washed off the brown toenail polish on her feet so that I could suck on them.
Over the course of a few months, I lost count of the number of times I masturbated to orgasm while sucking on my mother’s toes.
Probably excessive lust, my mother found that I look very ugly, forced me to go to the doctor, the doctor can not see what is wrong, instructed my mother to give me more nutritious food, how could he not think of a 10-year-old child will be crazy masturbation it!
After coming out of the hospital, the sunshine outside shone comfortably on me, I jumped into my mother’s arms and asked her to hug me, my mother couldn’t help but laugh heartily, she said that the doctor was really inexplicable, and that our family didn’t have several meals of mountainous delicacies on any given day. I have not seen my mother so happy for a long time, crouching in her arms, I was inexplicably happy.
My mother fell in love with her young love interest, Prince George Charming, reapplied dark brown toenail polish to her toenails, and wouldn’t let me suck on them. Often sneaking out in the middle of the night to go on dates with him while I was asleep.
The next day I looked at my mother looking cheerful, as if she had been nourished last night, and I became jealous. I had no choice but to think of my grandfather, who was known to no one for his magical powers.
I didn’t realize that Grandpa already knew what I was coming for, and he let me into a dark room to watch a couple of videotapes with me.
It was a videotape of my mother’s affair with George, and she thought she was being secretive, but every move she made was caught on tape. Watching her mother dance with George in his home in the “White Swan and the Prince” scene, which ends with the White Swan falling to her knees at the feet of the Prince and sucking his cock. That wasn’t in the show!
Grandpa could see my annoyance and clapped his hands, the door opened for a moment and quickly closed again, a woman slid in and without a word unzipped my nearly bursting crotch and gave me a blowjob. I used the afterglow of the videotape to get a good look at the woman’s face, and it turned out to be my other dream girl, Yu Wen!
Watching the video of my mother lying underneath George sobbing with excitement while enjoying Yuvin’s marvelous sex service, I soon squirted. After I sprayed I had a moment of clarity in my head and my admiration for my grandfather reached the point of fear.
“Your father has a good eye,” Grandpa said without haste, “Your mother is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and she’s flirty and sexy.” After a pause, Grandpa continued, “I’ve wanted to ride her for a long time.”
Seeing a flash of madness in my eyes, Grandpa laughed, “I have at least hundreds of ways to make your mother willingly copulate with me, but I haven’t implemented a single one so far, mainly for your sake.”
“For me?” I was taken aback.
“She’s your mother and I’m not going to fuck her without your permission.” Grandpa said.
I’m kind of flattered.
“Grandpa is 66 years old and has little time left for fun, so today you have a decision to make.”
Next, Grandpa said something I’ll remember for the rest of my life: “Will you share your mother with me?”
At this point in time a big close-up of my mother’s face appeared on the screen, her face crying with excitement, her hot kisses raining down on George’s ugly cock. Indeed like grandpa said, mother was the best, and now in my heart was completely filled with love and hate for my mother, Yuvin was not worth a damn.
If she can whore herself out under a stinking “prince,” why not me?
I made the first big decision of my life, I promised my grandfather that I would share my mother with him.
I was surprised that my grandfather didn’t care what my father thought, perhaps in his mind, my mother was also the most sacred?
The next thing that was hard to believe was that my grandfather, who was the godfather of the triad, had planned it out with me in great detail.
Judging by her mother’s propensity to have sex, the fact that she could fall to her knees in agony at the feet of a teenage, not-worth-a-dollar actor showed that she had an extremely strong desire to be offended. And the fact that every time she had sex with George she had already had several orgasms after sucking George’s cock showed that she was a very intensely sensual woman. Grandpa analyzed the situation in detail and I saw a green light flashing in his eyes.
So to truly capture my mother’s heart was that I had to become a prince as well, a true prince over George. Grandpa came to this conclusion.
I was shocked when my grandfather then said, “From today on, you will live in my house, and I will hire the best ballet teacher in the United States for you.”
I almost fainted. Isn’t that a long time to be away from my mother?
“You will learn later, my son, that what you don’t get is the best.” Grandpa sighed, “And in my plan, you and I are taking possession of your mother in a different guise, which will give us a lasting and fresh thrill.”
I listened dumbfounded, my mind numb, unable to think of the face I would put on to make my mother wail at my feet, a ballet prince?
“And in the future, in your life, you will maintain a high level of respect for your mother, who gave birth to you, and that is the main thing. No matter how slutty she may be at your crotch in the future, that is only one side of everyone’s dual personality; and the other side of her will always be the saintly mother of Little John.”
Grandpa’s face seemed to shine with a divine light as he finished the sentence. I nodded my head as if I understood, and let the almighty grandfather arrange everything!
Grandpa was going to take me away for a year, and even my father couldn’t stop him, and he probably knew that Grandpa was going to raise me to be his successor, so he was in favor of it. Mom wasn’t having it, and she wrapped her arms around me and cried all night. My heart, however, was filled with a kind of vengeful pleasure, burying my head in her broad chest, sniffing her gentle body scent, and almost getting drunk.
“Sweetie, Mommy will visit you once a week, so don’t forget about Mommy!”
So are you going to go and have kinky sex with George every night? I thought viciously in my mind.
When my mom saw that I was silent, she thought that I was as upset as she was and hugged me and cried harder.
When I arrived at my grandfather’s house, I was greeted with hell. I had to practice the basics of ballet for 10 hours a day. My grandfather deliberately let me know that he was watching my mother and George “live” every night without letting me have a look. I was so tired that I didn’t even feel like fighting, so I usually fell asleep after practicing and then woke up the next day to practice again.
My mother came to see me every Sunday, and my grandfather only allowed me to see her for an hour, not letting her know that I was practicing her old skills, of course.
Mother was getting more and more voluptuous with George’s nourishment, and there was a kind of spring in the corners of her eyes that tickled me.
Every time my mother left, I practiced like crazy until I was exhausted.
Perhaps I had the ballet factor inherited from my mother, and my ballet skills had skyrocketed to the point where even the best ballet teacher in the country was raving about it, though he would never have guessed that the reason for stimulating an eight-year-old to play hard to get ballet practice was to rape his mother.
After half a year, I had become the little prince of ballet, and my ballet teacher boasted to my grandfather that I was the best ballet dancer of my age in the United States. Grandpa was so pleased that he rewarded him with 100,000 dollars on the spot.
“See, there’s nothing you can’t do if you want something done.” Grandpa chuckled as he looked at me, who was even walking on my padded toes.
“Grandpa, I feel like a prince right now.” I Air came in for the splits.
“Good, now we can surprise your mother, my Arabian prince.” And so I became the Arab prince who could dance ballet.
The delicate human skin mask doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all on my face, and in the mirror I have the same handsome face as the teenage Viktor, which is my alias, and which I know my mother is about to see.
(Chapter 2) Dual personality
Grandpa, the great director, arranged every scene without panic. First my mother received tickets to George’s ballet competition, which I of course entered. Since I was no different than a 15 year old teenager, I signed up for the 15 to 20 year old category and competed against George.
I knew I had to win because Grandpa had assured me that George was not a pawn in his steps, it was only because he had instructed no one else to bother George that George had so peacefully dominated my mother for almost a year. If I lost, Grandpa and I would have wasted the last six months and would have to start all over again.
I know I will win because I have an infinite love for my mother, a love that is far beyond George’s reach.
I performed a brand new version of Prince with my fervor for my mother’s love, and even my grandfather said later that he couldn’t believe it, that my performance on stage made his blood boil. The judges unanimously gave me full marks.
The morale of George, who came on stage after me, suffered, and although I could see my mother looking at him expectantly, this was not the ballet she and George had been lusting after at home.
George was only listed at #4, and I think he and I both realized at the same time the evils of indulging in lust.
A few days afterward, a grand ballet performance was held, and I continued to perform flawlessly. My mother was there for every performance, and I could see her curious and expectant eyes as I received flowers from the audience.
After the loss, George no longer looked like a prince, but like a tyrant. His mother was not as passionate as she used to be when she danced ballet with him, and naturally, she did not cry out in excitement when she was held down by her head for oral sex.
Although my mother was a watery woman, she wasn’t the kind of woman who could afford to let go. Grandpa told me that this was another one of the things he admired about my mother, that she was soft on the outside but strong on the inside.
George seems to have forgotten the difference between him and his mother, and when she demurely asks him out one day to tell him that it’s all over, he threatens her that he has a videotape of them having sex, and demands a million dollars for it.
The mother hated herself for being blind, but she didn’t hesitate to sign a check for one million dollars. Watching George greedily take the huge check, the mother walked out of the restaurant without looking back, never wanting to look at the man again.
Of course, greed didn’t end well for George; in fact, he couldn’t get any videotape at all under his grandfather’s close scrutiny.
Back home, my mother cried bitterly like a little girl, the perfect image of a prince in her mind was completely shattered, I think at this moment in her mind, will not come to my Vit’s face?
After a few days, the mother was a little apprehensive when she did not receive the videotape from George. She went to George’s house and realized that he had disappeared, and the mother left George’s house with a question.
Then came Grandpa’s second play.
My brilliant ballet dancers belonged, of course, to the most famous ballet company in town, the Prince’s Ballet, which was owned by my father, and my mother was able to come to the theater box to watch me perform whenever she wanted. As long as my mother was around, I danced with great fervor, until one day she asked me to meet her backstage.
What happened next was beyond my mother’s wildest dreams, and not even mine, as Grandpa, the great director, gave me another surprise.
I was in the middle of a big Arabian palace, and I really became an Arabian prince.
Mother was at this time taken into a room, through the glass of which the beauties of the nations could be seen prostrate at my feet, kissing the tops of my shoes; while I was on my knees, kowtowing to the Arabian princes-actually to my grandfather.
After I selected one of the beauties, the others retreated to Grandpa’s side.
The beautiful woman’s name was Shizuko, Japanese, and she was around 25 years old. She was already so excited that she was sobbing when she helped me remove my robe and exposed my white cock.
I was only 10 years old and my pubic hair hadn’t grown yet, but my penis was already 10 centimeters long when erect, and the body and glans still retained their creamy color, which alone, I think, would have made my mother adore me to no end.
While Shizuko was sucking my cock, Grandpa also picked out a giallo, and that giallo sat on top of Grandpa so that he could enjoy the pleasure without having to move. Of course, they were positioned horizontally so that Grandpa could turn his head and watch Shizuko suck my cock.
This is a very important part of Grandpa’s arrangement.
After the show, I went to my mother’s room and handed her a note that said, “If you enter the palace, you must obey this rule: there is no freedom during sex. Here, the fulfillment of the princes’ and kings’ sexual desires is paramount.”
I played the role of a quiet teenager, one because I was afraid my mother would hear me, and the other to reinforce her sense of awe.
The mother, who had lost herself long ago, of course chose to go to the palace.
Afterwards an Arab governor told the mother all the rules of the place, that the women were usually free, but could not have sex with anyone else, and had to save their sexual desires for Saturday, a day when they would be gathered in the palace and reduced to sex slavery.
I’m sure my mother was relieved to hear this news, as Sunday was her time to visit me at my grandfather’s house.
I used to protest to my grandfather that there was only one Saturday a week, wasn’t that a bit too little?
“That way she can not lose herself and balance reality and fantasy.” Grandpa said, “I don’t want to ruin a caring mother.” I could only look forward to next Saturday.
The next day was Sunday, and when my mother came to see me, I noticed a kind of confused anticipation in her eyes and thought that my grandfather was right.
Grandpa made an exception for us all day today, and I pestered my mom to take me to Disneyland, where the sunshine and affection of the day finally brought a loving and cheerful smile to my mother’s face.
Saturday has finally arrived.
Early in the morning my mother drove to the palace, she was deliberately dressed up for the day and wore her new high heels. The yellow shoes weren’t technically sandals; in them, Mother looked very stuffy with two toes showing on each foot and the insteps of her feet split into two exposed pieces.
But when she arrived in the palace, her mother realized that all the dressing was for nothing. She was stripped naked, re-bathed and even cleansed by a special person, and only allowed to drink some fruit juice during the day.
The mother looked in the mirror, anxious and afraid of the night, and told the servants if they could give her some powder to hide the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but the servants were deaf and dumb, and no one paid any attention to her.
Finally, it was evening. Mother saw her evening gown, a White Swan ballet outfit. Mother was too surprised to speak, but she put on the costume anyway, and by then her vagina was wet, as this was her favorite and most familiar sexual foreplay.
But the mother realized there were no ballet slippers, and on the floor were her new, stuffy shoes.
Her mother stood in the center of the hall in such a strange dress, and it was only at this moment that she realized how peculiar her dress was; all the other beautiful women were naked, barefoot, and naked, but with heavily painted faces, and her mother was the only one who was unadorned. She felt at once as if she were hugging a needle, and she would rather be as naked as they were than in this comical tutu. And she wondered if she was being presumptuous. For any of the beautiful women here were young and amazingly beautiful. She thought to herself that she should be the only woman here over the age of 25.
The mother struggled to get behind the girls and suddenly realized she was surrounded by naked women.
“There is no need to hide, you are the princess for tonight.” The king’s majestic yet kind voice.
The mother’s mind was blank at the moment, she could only follow the king’s orders.
“Princess, perform a White Swan dance with our prince! Let me see if you are the true White Swan he says you are.”
After hearing this, my mother almost fainted again. She had never let go of the ballet, but it had become her pre-sex play, and it was no place for her, not to mention the fact that she was dancing with the newest prince of the ballet.
This was Grandpa’s psychological warfare, reducing his mother from her former high and mighty noblewoman to a sex slave, and further exposing her shortcomings and humiliating her.
I wrapped my arms around my shaky mother and began our first dance.
It’s something I’ve dreamed of, dancing with my mother, and in my heart I’m a million times more grateful to my grandfather for making me a true prince.
My mother’s uncomfortable “ballet slippers” and her rusty dancing skills were clearly unable to keep up with my brisk steps, and she was on the verge of tears when she saw the naked women whispering together next to her.
I suddenly lifted her up and threw her up in the air, and the next move she made was that big split in the air from the photo hanging in my room, which my mother had mesmerized the hearts of countless men back in the day when she did it, including my father.
The mother mustered her courage, for she believed that she would have no difficulty in accomplishing the great split, and that she could even do more than 180 degrees.
“Giggle”, and just as her mother was finishing the maneuver with a flourish, she suddenly heard this horrible sound, followed by a chill down her spine.
I caught my mother around the waist and lowered her down to her feet, where she habitually stood on her toes, when suddenly she realized that everyone was staring at her lower body. She looked down and saw that her snow-white ballet pants had split down the middle, becoming a veritable crotchless panty, with her mother’s silky pubic hair exposed as if to mock her ugliness.
The noble mother had never been humiliated in this way, and she fell into my arms, covered her face with her hands, and wept bitterly. Suddenly there was silence all around, my mother moved her palms away, and found that the beautiful women had all moved to the side of the prince, and no one was looking at her with a kind of teasing look anymore, but rather with envious and jealous eyes.
Only the prince and her remained in the center of the entire hall. The prince had let go of the hand that held him and stood alone in the center of the hall, waiting for her to serve him.
My mother cried and knelt before me, unable to tell if she was aggravated or agitated, and with trembling hands, yet skillfully, she removed my ballet pants. It was all practiced from George! It made the pity I had just felt for her vanish, and evoked a relentless lust for her.
The mother’s heart raged with motherhood when she saw the teenager’s white penis; it was so white and helpless, not ugly at all, and the engorged glans seemed to want to talk to her about its loneliness. The mother opened her mouth and took in the quivering penis.
In that split second I almost melted, I was a lonely teenager at this point, and I just stood erect, letting only my cock and my mother’s lips make silent communication. My mother became my sex slave from then on, and I returned home to relish the motherly love that she had doubled for me.
Of course I had to honor my agreement with Grandpa, which was accomplished simply by deliberately not choosing my mother for several sex parties, when all she had to do was sit on top of Grandpa and watch other women take my cock. This caused her a great deal of heartache, but gave Grandpa and me great pleasure.
My mother’s renewed youth re-enchanted my father, and my mother was very conflicted because the teenage prince would not allow her to have sex with anyone else, including her husband. Still, mother could not resist her father’s onslaught and returned to his bed, and I could hear her moans of pleasure every night.
The mother was full of the idea that her lovemaking with her father could be hidden from her prince, and she felt an extra sense of guilt during her intercourse with him, which made her even more aroused.
At the climax of a day’s round-the-clock sexual intercourse with the prince, the mother suddenly saw her father bound behind glass, and the prince whispered in her ear, “You have betrayed me, and therefore you will be a sex slave to the Arabs for all eternity.” In desperation, the mother reaches an unprecedented peak.
Mother truly became a sex slave, kidnapped to a ship where she was gang raped by several black slaves. Of course, I was the only one who ended up penetrating my mother.
The new owner put a clitoral ring on her mother’s clitoris, which was so stimulated that it became as thick as her pinky finger. The master said it would fetch a good price on the slave market.
The uncertainty of the future made my mother so promiscuous that I could bring her to orgasm with just a few strokes of my toe on her clitoris. My heart was filled with love for my mother as she sat on my cock with a black cloth over her eyes, shaking her head vigorously and fluttering her long hair.
In the sex slave market, mother was stripped naked auction, according to the pre-planning, I – Prince Witte appeared to make her sob, I and an Arab sheikh black dragon bidding, he unexpectedly called for 10 million dollars, I did not have enough cash with me, I have no choice but to give up, mother fainted on the stage at once.
This time even Grandpa didn’t anticipate the change.
A hellish life of sex slavery awaited her mother, and she grew more and more emaciated by the day.
But one day the Black Dragon took him to a mirror, and after pressing a button, the mirror became glass, and she saw the Black Dragon’s new captor, the teenage boy Viktor. The mother cried out in pain and had to commit herself to the Black Dragon.
I became a sex slave in the palace of a real Arabian king to save my mother, as she had done, and that gave her a leg up in life.
The Black Dragon liked to play a perverted game in which he made the up-eyed Viktor look for his mother, who could often be quite right in touching her body, and who at every turn lost all her strength and collapsed in Viktor’s arms. On several occasions, the mother’s heart cracked as she watched Viktor walk past her. Choosing the wrong person, Viktor could only watch as his mother was raped by the black dragon, while he himself was tied up in a ball, even with his cock, and raped by the other women.
However, at night, the black dragon always dominates her mother and makes her pay for her to share her bed.
Watching my mother balance as best she could in the face of extreme adversity, surviving unrelentingly, I understood the greatness of a woman.
My mother encouraged me to make an escape, saying that even if I died, I would have no regrets. I asked her if she remembered her own son, John Jr. The mother said that she was doing this precisely for her own John Jr.
My mother and I stole two horses and escaped, our pursuers came up behind us, and my mother, who was not a good rider, lost her horse when she crossed a dirt barricade, and was overturned on the ground, and two of her ribs were broken, and she hissed with a strength she didn’t know where she got it from, “Run! Viktor, leave me alone.”
Behind the black dragon’s poisonous whip rolled away the mother’s tattered blouse, but my whip was rolled mother’s body, mother at this time to use all the strength of the whole body, air a split forward leap. I saw the strong desire to survive in my mother’s eyes and my fervent love for me, I was dazzled, rushed to catch my mother.
“To die we die together.” I firmly wrapped my mother in my arms and she hugged me tightly, never letting go again.
The Black Dragon’s men surrounded us, but the Black Dragon was stumped, he was obviously making an agonizing choice, and the stunning gesture that Mother had just made had struck through the Black Dragon’s mind like a bolt of lightning. He closed his eyes and uttered a passage for the interpreter to convey to us.
“A woman with a soul as vivid and beautiful as Maria’s deserves to be free, and Allah will surely not forgive me for strangling such a soul. That scene just now will always be in my heart, and I am proud to have ever had such a woman.”
The Black Dragon suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared wildly, taking his men and horses away like the wind.
The men sent by my grandfather to meet us soon found us, and since my mother could not fly due to her serious injuries, we had to go back by boat.
Along the way, Little John’s picture and my love became the support that kept my mother alive, and I aided her healing with hot kisses and my semen, which miraculously led to a quick recovery.
Life went back to normal, and the mother returned home to plant her seeds, realizing that nothing had changed, except that her husband loved her more.
Her son had also grown strong, and it was like a lifetime ago when she held little John.
For days at a time, my mother did not let my father sleep in her room, but slept with me. We often woke up from nightmares, and my mother assumed that I had gotten it during the year she had been missing, and felt more and more guilty about me.
By Saturday, the mother, freshly dressed, arrived at the palace and was greeted by the open crotch tutu and the stuffy shoes. The teenage Viktor was still so lonely, with more than a few vicissitudes on his face.
After the two of them had danced together to “The Prince and the White Swan”, the mother, still on her knees, used her tongue to communicate silently with the teenager’s penis. The teenager’s penis has a little more male dignity, in the mother’s mouth, as if to tell the endless love. Silently shedding hot tears, the mother slowly opened herself to the teenager’s entry.
When the teenager made love to his mother, he told her that she could have sex with her husband in the future. The mother cries over the fact that the teenager has become still more understanding and serves the teenager harder.
The mother returned home and gave her father tacit permission to share her bed that night. Watching them make love intensely, it probably wouldn’t have occurred to me how it was a gift from their son. Listening to my mother’s moans of pleasure, I smiled and went to sleep.
Since then, my mother has had three males closest to her in her life, me, Junior Witte and my father.
But how could the mother not guess what was going on in the mind of the teenage Viktor, and why did she share that experience with her?
Among the many beauties each Saturday, there had to be the occasional choice of other beauties to break her heart, to make her watch other women take a teenager’s cock while she herself was being raped by the princes, though it also made her feel the thrill of having her motherhood and her sexuality stuffed in her chest at the same time.
She didn’t know it was an agreement between Grandpa and me.
Except for Saturdays, for the rest of the week, Maria was a competent wife and mother. She still loves to cook for the family and her smile is still as bright as the sun. Mother is getting more and more beautiful.
In her mother’s mind, her secret with Junior Witte was the most private of all.
Postscript.
Incest is the dream of most boys, but it can never exist in reality. I think it’s like what my grandfather said in the story: “What you don’t get is the best”. That’s why Junior Werther is the dream of Little John, because a mother like Maria wouldn’t want to have incest with her son.
I can continue to flesh out and expand the first draft if I like.