It’s been a long time since I’ve been here, and it’s getting pretty lively, a change of pace before the end of Newlywed Mothers and Sons Part II.
Top Ripe (1)
I watched as she led the little boy by his slender wrist, gracefully and comfortably across a few blocks, the boy looking up at her from time to time.
Perhaps it was the strange looks from strangers around him from time to time that made him uneasy. I would have done the same, anyone would have looked at the mother and son with envy and disbelief, her swinging round buttocks, firm and large breasts, coupled with a beautiful body anyone would be attracted to such a mature and charming mother.
And I’m a man with a heart of gold. I’ve had my eye on her for a long time.
This woman is called Hou Fen, she first appeared in the company’s conference room, the manager of the business department is discussing related matters with her, a head of long wavy hair, a low-cut light green one-piece dress, uniform white legs have been extended to the white thin strap high heels, especially the chest extrusion of three-dimensional clear cleavage, full tits so that people can not help but want to pinch a hand, that day, she was mature charm deeply attracted me, no, I should say firmly captured me! That day her mature flavor deeply attracted me, no, I should say firmly captured me.
Strictly speaking, she wasn’t a stunner, for a woman of 38 approaching 40, her whole body exuded the exquisite charm of a middle-aged woman, and she didn’t need to be pretty to be full of lethality, like a peach ripe to the point of being just right.
If you use the word “charming” to describe her, I think it is the most appropriate. By now, I have not been able to not see her for a moment, the lustful thoughts in my heart from time to time, just because of this thought, I always believe that one day this piece of beautiful meat will have a day into the mouth.
As she thought about this, she stopped in front of a clothing store and looked around… a lingerie store… wondering what kind of panties she was wearing under her skirt… white lace? Black cotton? Buy a high-waisted thong! That’s perfect for you. Before going to bed, after undressing, I’ll spend a few minutes asking you to perform oral sex on me in these panties, letting my hands roam over your rounded buttocks while watching you slurp back and forth with your lips wrapped around my penis.
After a long pause at the outside window, she finally stepped through the automatic doors, and a moment later, I began to fantasize about her trying them on.
About half an hour later, she came out with a gray bag… Wasn’t that her most mysterious symbol of sexual desire? There was a look of hidden joy on her face and the boy looked up at her again, “Lucky for you, you got to see what kind of underwear mom was wearing… It doesn’t matter, one day you’ll know how mom looks when she does that too”.
To die for! Such a thought bulged even the crotch of my pants, so I gradually shortened the distance between our steps and waited for an opportunity.
At noon, she seems to have a goal to speed up the pace, not long with the little boy into a restaurant, I stopped for a moment to follow in. There were not many customers in the restaurant, which is rare at lunch time, Houfen and the child chose a corner, I pretended to be normal and chose the table next to the back, after ordering and serving drinks, she said to the child: “Be a good boy and sit down! Mommy’s going to the restroom.”
Here’s your chance!
As she walked towards the dressing room with her skirt swaying, I picked up my cell phone and pressed a few numbers, and Houphan’s cell phone rang “beep…beep…beep…beep…beep” in my purse.
“Kid, mommy’s phone is ringing, take it to mommy!” I returned piling on a kind smile.
The little boy obediently fished his hands into his purse and ran to the restroom with his phone in both hands.
Naturally, the long-prepared ecstasy for her was soon poured into the orange juice.
A few minutes later, Houfen and the boy walked back to their seats: “Strange? Who hit you? He didn’t say anything.” She muttered and put the cell phone on the table, then took a few sips of her drink, and for a moment, I almost fainted.
When the waiter finally served the meal, the little boy said, “Mommy, are you sick?”
“Hmm… mom is a bit stuffy, weird…” Houfen replied weakly as the medicine kicked in.
“Then you’ll be better if you hurry up and eat!”
“Good girl, you eat first. Mommy will just squint for a little while.” As soon as the words were said, Hou Fen fell asleep on the table.
The long-awaited moment finally came, and I pretended to be concerned: “Little boy, mommy doesn’t seem to be feeling well, right? Uncle will take mommy to the doctor, okay?” The little boy was so confused that he didn’t know what to say and just stared at me.
I put my hand on Houfen’s forehead: “Oops! Mom has a fever! If we don’t hurry, it’s going to be bad! We have to go to the doctor’s office.”
I assisted Houfen let her lean on me, and rested around her waist, into the soft touch, the little boy with one hand carrying a purse, one hand grabbed the corner of his mother’s coat, obediently followed me to find the “doctor uncle”.
(to be continued)