Real Mother-Son Incest

To clarify, if people want to get to know me I’m welcome to do so, and meeting is not denied, but you must bring along your mother and proof of mother/child relationship.

The first time I had sexual fantasies about my mother I must have been before the first grade, I still can’t recall the correct age due to the age, anyway very, very young that is.

I distinctly remember that more than once, in a dream, I blurted out, in front of my mother, “Mom, I want to take off your pants and touch you.” When I said these words, I experienced a kind of taboo-breaking joy. Although I didn’t know the word incest at the time, I already understood that it was a very “dirty” thing to do. Talking dirty to my mother, who I was in awe of every day!

My dream mother showed nothing, so I unbuttoned her pants and with an unknown thrill, mystery, and relief, reached down and touched her pussy. The location was always her office or a nearby playground. But I had never seen an adult woman’s private parts at that time, so I couldn’t feel them in my dreams.

There were only a couple of such dreams. Some of the other more numerous dreams of childhood were nothing more than running to the store and smashing the cabinet windows to get something to eat, knowing of course that while dreaming. Or being chased by monsters.

Also I’ve had some gay dreams, usually about handsome child actors in movies of the time, such as Pan Dongzi in > (everyone in China in their 30s knows him, right?). . A couple of times I dreamed he was playing with the kids in my mutual neighborhood – playing with their dicks. So I went up to him and touched each other.

Until I was in junior high school, I still imagined some handsome men in comic books, including Lu Bu, Zhao Zi Long and Yang Jia General of the Three Kingdoms, and imagined that they would become my wives – male wives – and that we would go on a trip together. It would be very romantic to have such handsome men with me. Moreover, they often fought over my jealousy, and I played the role of mediator.

Sexually, it was still a fantasy of touching, not even thinking about sticking it up my ass or anything like that. Because I didn’t have an erection at that time. I don’t know how these historically beautiful young generals were, but I got the impression from their depictions in comic strips. And then I feminized their personalities as I wanted.

But when it comes to Oedipus, I’m weird. Because I only have these thoughts at night when I dream, and during the day I can hardly find any trace of them. It’s not that I didn’t dare to think about it, but I didn’t think about it at all, and sometimes when I thought about it, I felt sick. I was only a few years old at the time, but I didn’t have much of a moral compass. As for homosexuality, I didn’t think about it when I was sober. The real daytime also want, is in junior high school. But at that time, I didn’t know that homosexuals could stick it up their asses, nor did I have an erection (I was under fifteen). I remember once inviting a male classmate home to play, we stripped naked on the bed to play, but also to the butt together grinding. But it was just curiosity, excitement + fun, no sexual pleasure.

This makes me wonder if people’s sexual orientation is formed at the age of 11 or 12?

There were some other sex-related things that happened in childhood that would not be a dream.

I used to hang out with some of the girls and play games, and one of the needle games fell into this area. One time I caught my sister and another girl her age exposing their breasts in front of a public restroom, taking a popsicle stick they found on the floor and sticking them in each other’s nipples. My sister was also very young at the time, how young I don’t know, but she was only three years older than me, so she hadn’t developed yet either. When they saw me coming, they instructed me not to tell my mom. It meant they knew it was scandalous, but they still had to do it, not knowing what it felt like.

I loved my sister touching my butt, and I remember once pulling my shorts down at nap time and asking her to touch it before I could fall asleep. It just felt good, not sexually minded. My sister said it was bad every time, but did it anyway.

Later on, until I was old enough, my sister was very kind to me. Once in the kitchen when I was a youth, I touched my sister’s breasts and they felt soft and comfortable, but inside I was disgusted. Especially when I saw that my sister even smiled at me. I can’t think of anything in the world softer than a woman’s breasts.

Until recently, strong sexual teasing could be seen in some of my sister’s letters to me. Once when he heard that I had published an article that was very coaxing, he wrote to say, “…there must be a lot of teenage girls falling head over heels for you, can you send it to me to read so that I can fall head over heels too? …” and so on and so forth. I don’t even feel good when I read it. I wonder what my brother-in-law would think if he read it.

It’s one of the reasons I’m a firm believer in incest!

I could have sworn that my sister was a beautiful woman, and if her wedding make-up photo had been published in the newspaper, all those Miss Hong Kong and Miss Asia should have eaten shit if they still had the slightest bit of self-awareness. But I just don’t feel sexually interested in her, and although she was beautiful when she was young, but after giving birth to my mother, who is already old, I have always been sexually active, do you think it’s strange?

The only difference between my mother and my sister is that my mother is strict, not harsh, and defends her family; my sister is gentle and puts others before herself.

I’ve played similar games with other girls. One girl a few years older than me loved to play with me, and she stuck a lollipop stick in my foreskin and held it there while I inserted the stick into her vagina, then put my pants back on, walked around as if nothing had happened, and then came back and removed it. Of course, I felt a little pain. We called this game “Doctor Shot”.

At the time I didn’t think a girl’s sex organ felt good because there was a lot of dirty water, I thought it was pee, but she said it was butt wash water. I did like the idea of taking a shot in her ass, but I didn’t think about it sexually in my mind, more pleasure came from the mystery.

Our parents were both employees of the movie theater at the time, and our activities were inside. Since the children of the employees were allowed to come and go freely while outsiders were not, it was empty when movies were not shown. There was also a fence around the outside, and between the wall and the theater there was nothing but birds and weeds growing out of the cracked cement.

The family had a teenage nanny once, and she was certainly an adult compared to me, a very large adult. I don’t remember if it was after my mother had my sister. I was very handsome and quiet as a child, and a girl might have had more than a few ideas. Once when no one was home, she took me to bed, put down the mosquito net, and then stripped down to her clothes and pants, and then she stripped me down too. Then she laid down and asked me to press on top of her and suck her breasts. I sucked two mouthfuls and said there was no milk, not good. She and I sit across from each other with their thighs apart, pulling my cock to her private parts, of course, it is not stuffed into, not even touch, and pulled my foreskin is very painful, I do not want to do it (now I think of it on the regret). At that moment mom came back and knocked on the door, she hurriedly got dressed and warned me not to say anything.

I can’t really remember if I said anything or not. Sometimes I think I didn’t, sometimes I think I did. It was too long ago. She probably didn’t have any hair at the time, because I don’t remember. I was strongly offended by the sight of hair on anyone, so if she had it, I certainly don’t remember it. This is limited to logical reasoning, not memory.

Then she went to work as a nanny at someone else’s house, and one time I walked by and saw her chopping vegetables with a baby on her back. She smiled and told me to come over, and I remembered her pulling my dick and immediately ran away while shaking my head. Fuck! From this incident, we can know the nature of women. If a woman is as cold as ice to you, it doesn’t mean she is not interested in sex, but she is not interested in you. Or she is simply pretending.

Sometimes when I read a poet’s description of a fresh, unassuming beauty, I pity the poet: she doesn’t like you! If a woman likes a man, she won’t be like a worldly fairy, but like a whore, or even cheaper than a whore – she can fuck her without paying, and she’ll be happy as a clam afterward.

When I was in my twenties, I went back to my hometown once, and I wanted to find out these women to eliminate my regrets, but unfortunately I didn’t find any of them, and I didn’t know how to find them, and I didn’t really feel like looking for them.

There was also a woman, then in her 20s or 30s, who used to visit my house. One winter, she and her mom were chatting while she was sweating, and my feet were cold, so she asked me to put them in her shirt. I kicked her in the tits very dishonestly, and she glared at me with a word of caution. But I didn’t listen and stepped on it again, and she got angry and took my foot out. This one I do remember being a little bit sexually aware of, because I remember being so ashamed I couldn’t stand it. Nothing else would have shamed me.

At the age of seven my family moved from this small county to the city where I continued on to second grade. That’s the only part of my life I remember clearly. The city was crowded, there weren’t many secluded places, and the city kids didn’t play those kinds of games. This went on until I was a teenager. I’m sure the countryside is much more sexually open than the city.

Within a few years my parents relationship deteriorated, my father had an affair, they argued, fought and almost divorced. It was a horrible thing for a child to see their parents fighting, and I had no other way but to cry and shake, and they fought behind closed doors. I thought my father was dead, and then I thought my mother was dead, and I was scared out of my wits.

They eventually did not divorce for the sake of the children, and then my father transferred out of the country to work, came back to see us once a year, sent some money, and then disappeared when I was growing up. My mother was left at home with us three sisters. One night, when I was sick and dizzy, my mother asked me to sleep with her. I wasn’t very willing because I couldn’t stretch when I slept with my mother, but I didn’t object. When I lay down, my mother was putting up a mosquito net. I closed my eyes because I was dizzy. After a while, I felt something strange in my lower body, so I opened my eyes and realized that my mother was straddling my legs with her back to me. At that time I was only wearing a pair of very thin shorts, my prick was not erect, but its natural length and toughness also pushed up my pants an inch high, and my legs were together. Mother was wearing a pair of white boxers and a white tank top. She was squatting, one foot on the side of my left leg and the other on the side of my right leg, and because I was sleeping outside, she straddled my legs and reached down to tuck the mosquito netting under the mat to keep the mosquitoes out.

Her bottom, then, brushed against my protruding prick. When she looked back at me, I hastily closed my eyes, but opened them a crack. I only saw her look back at me, then look away, and then use her lower body to intentionally rub on my prick again and again. Seeing no reaction from me, she boldly looked down at my privates for about ten seconds before turning off the light and going to sleep. I wasn’t even an adult at the time.

Instead of being sexually aroused by this practice of my mother, I felt disgusted. Now that I think about it, I feel like such a strange person. Because I remember that I used to sleep between them before my father left. Once I suddenly had lust again, not in a dream, but in reality. I reached out to touch my mother’s thigh.

When my mother moved, I stopped, then gently stroked again, then purposefully moved closer to the base of her thighs. When I touched my mother’s private parts through her panties, her whole body shrank. I was startled, but soon went back to touch her thighs, slowly upward, and my mother shrank again. This time I didn’t dare to move because I thought my mother was asleep before she had the guts to do that, but now it seemed that she probably wasn’t asleep. So I yelled that I had to pee, and when my parents turned on the light, I heard my mother telling my father that I was naughty in my sleep. I pretended I didn’t understand, but inside I was mortified. Of course I never dared to move again. I couldn’t get an erection at that time, and I didn’t know anything about intercourse, but there was a real sense of sexuality in that act.

Is it strange that now that it’s time for my mother to move me, I feel revolted again? If I had been as bold and incestuous that night as I am now, would we, mother and son, have had sex? At that time, our education made me think that sex was shameful, and incest, I had never even heard of it, let alone thought about it.

By the time I was in my mid-twenties, I was no longer interested in homosexuality, and my Oedipus complex had intensified. At first, I would secretly imagine having an extraordinary relationship with my mother, but when I actually saw a part of her body, I felt disgusted (because it was unattractive). Then it became an unconditional love.

Wherever I went to work, my mother always followed me. I was often very annoyed with her, and quarrels were common, but she just followed me. I often secretly wrote articles about incest between mother and child. At that time, there was no Internet, so I would hide them for a while, and then I would regret and burn them as soon as my mood calmed down. And as soon as I turned around and saw my mother, I didn’t feel good again. In fact, when I wrote those things, my heart was not thinking of my mother herself, but another full-figured, thirty or forty years old, pretty face, and non-existent woman.

I once analyzed the psychology of my incest and realized that I was not really sexually interested in my mother. It was more, a resentment and resistance to social repression. I had always lived in a place that repressed humanity and deeply loathed a certain organization. This shameless thing claims to be the mother of the people, and I think the best way to deal with it is to tell us incest enthusiasts to rape this slut who claims to be the mother of the nation. For it has mentally raped the entire nation an unknown number of times over the decades it has ruled the country!

Of course, there are those who scream at the top of their lungs while being raped by it. These people are either born whores and prostitutes or retarded people, so I won’t bother mentioning them. As for my fellow travelers elsewhere, I’m sure it’s the result of too much repression, just not as strong as mine. Orientals are much more morally constrained than Westerners (fuck Confucius!), and Chinese people are also much more creative than Westerners. ), and Chinese creativity is far inferior to Westerners. So let’s, for the sake of the strength of our country and nation, incest!

Incest is supreme with mother-son incest and the ultimate in anti-tradition and anti-morality. I have a sexual interest in ordinary women, but the sex between mother and child is coupled with an intense thrill of breaking mental chains, shattering all morality, and being mentally liberated. While morality is indispensable for social stability, its hold on the mind is very harmful. I recommend that all people try to follow the moral code in their behavior, but not in their thoughts.

The taboo about mother-child incest or other incestuous behavior stems from two things, though. One is sociological and the other biological. The sociological aspect is easy to solve, consensualism and secrecy will do. Biologically, we all know that Thoroughbreds are inbred, and while this type of breeding may cause harmful genes to meet and cause genetic disease, it may also cause good genes to meet and make the offspring even better, so there are pros and cons. If you can’t stand the shock of a freak, just don’t have kids.

Society is progressing and it is totally unnecessary to keep anachronistic morals and laws. If you can’t afford to fight the law and public opinion, just sneak in with a clear conscience.

I can’t really think of a reason to think of incest as a flood.

The way I see it, if you and your mother or other loved one are in love and she/he agrees, by all means have sex! It’s ideal! I’d be so grateful if you’d invite me to visit that I’d fall to my knees and kiss your feet.

Back to myself.

How many regrets my mom has given me

At a later date, something else happened between my mother and I. I can’t remember the exact time or order of precedence, so I’ll use a certain day. I will write down what I can remember. One summer, my mother said that a thorn had fallen into her coat and stuck into her flesh, and asked me to help her look for it. I wasn’t much interested in incest then, and I was impatient to help my mother, but I did it anyway.

The thorn was really there, and it was small, a millimeter or so, and a big part of it was in the flesh, so you couldn’t really find it unless you looked hard. It was impossible for my mother to find it herself, because it was just at the dead center of her vision – at the collar below her neck. To make things easier, my mother changed positions a couple of times, tilting her head back and lying on the bed while I pulled back my mother’s little undershirt, which contained her bra-less breasts.

My mother’s tits weren’t great, a little flat and saggy, but they were white, and the nipples weren’t black, which I hated, but brown and just a little bigger than a fist. She tilted her face up, and I felt a little rush in the small of my back as I felt her hot breath. When I was twenty-one, I was lucky enough to get a job in a very rich and open city, and my mother came with me. For the first time I had enough money and could buy adult videotapes on the street.

It was probably unfortunate for me that after my first viewing of a third grade movie, I also ejaculated while sober for the first time in my life. After that masturbation was out of control and I developed a strong interest in women.

One day, while helping my mother serve food, I desperately masturbated and shot my semen into a plate of food before taking it out. I kept my eyes on the door and believed that my mother didn’t notice. But what happened later made me suspect that she was aware of it. Because she never touched the dish! Why? I freaked out!

Another time, I opened the door of my room wide and masturbated on the bed, I had seen it outside beforehand, the lights were off in the room, and the light from the living room hit the mosquito net shining white, so I couldn’t see inside. When my mother walked past my door, I boldly knelt on the bed and pointed my penis at her.

She looks in, stops, then walks in, and I freak out again. Busy stopping the action.

My mother walked to my bedside and asked me softly if I was uncomfortable, and then lifted the mosquito net. I was completely naked and hurriedly said, “No, no.” Grasping the opening of the mosquito net, I did not let go. She again wanted to lift the tent from another place, I was anxious, in a very annoyed tone of voice loudly refused, mother before leaving. After a while, I got up and when I looked outside again, I realized that the inside of the tent was vaguely visible from the doorway! Good heavens! What is this? Why couldn’t I see anything when I stood outside and looked? Was there a god in the underworld? What would have happened if I had let my mother lift the mosquito net? Why did I back out when I wanted it so badly and it was about to happen?

Another day, I feel sick, lying on the couch, my mother came over to ask me, and then said to help me massage, I agreed. She knew something about medicine and rubbed me very carefully, and when she got to my groin, about the time she saw my hard prick under my shorts, she suddenly stopped and turned around and walked away without even saying a word.

If my mother rubbing my prick with her pussy that night as a teenager made me realize that she was interested in me, then this time, when she massaged me and saw my prick erect, she should also know that I was interested in her.

But we stayed like that until I finally got my first girlfriend.

This girlfriend didn’t come easy, and it was thanks to a couple of deadbeats from my high school.

My mother’s words and teachings to me from childhood made me feel that: looking at women is a lechery, flirting with girls is a bad character, falling in love is a bad job, and molesting women is even more vicious hooliganism.

For example, when my sister said one day that a certain man in her organization often stared at her, my mother said in disgust, “Shameless!” And so on and so forth, from childhood to adulthood, my courtship instincts, though developed, were suppressed. Like a seedling growing under a giant rock, I desperately bent and grew, longing for sunshine and rain.

My older sister and younger sister were taught the same thing, but it didn’t hurt them as much as it did me. Because they could have remained demure and not smiled, and they would have had boys chasing them. And their ladylike demeanor only increased the number of guys who came after them. I was in a bad way!

Whenever I see a girl I like, I lose the ability to speak, as if I were silent. When I want to pursue or show love, my mother’s shadow haunts me, making me unable to speak a thousand words in my heart, and my hands and feet do not listen to the call to retrace my steps.

While I was all alone, trying to study and work, my friends screwed an unknown number of women. But they had no money. I, on the other hand, had some savings after years of hard work. So I hung out with them again.

These old classmates were all estranged from me successively when they were studying because of my mother. Whenever they came to play with me, my mother called them hooligans. And every time I was asked to meet my parents for messing up at school, my mother even put the blame on my best friends, and they still complain about it.

“Hey, does your mom still care about you? With us your mom won’t come to your door to scold you again, right?” Old friends who haven’t seen each other for a long time get together, and that’s the first thing they say.

I interrupted them impatiently and told them I wasn’t what I used to be. They half believed me, but I quickly proved myself.

I never dreamed they had played with so many women in the years I sat in my office like an ascetic abomination. When they talked about women at the table, I thought it was bragging, with a look of disdain and scorn. And they proved themselves quickly. At the second party, each of them asked a good woman they didn’t know to keep them company, and by our fifth party, a good chunk of the women had already slept with them.

I felt inexplicably sad and unfair, at that time did not think to play how many women, only thought I than these guys no matter looks and body, education or income, have been more than ever, but can not even find a wife! One of my friends saw my heart and expressed sympathy, one day after drinking back, he said: “A Xun treat, we play women, huh.” Everyone listened, and in their hearts they probably felt sorry for me. At the next party, they introduced me to a girlfriend.

Before that, they taught me a lot about playing with women:

“You see women as too noble, it won’t work. You must see every woman as a whore!” “Be dashing, don’t act like a pedant!” “We’ll brag for you. Don’t look down. Women are stupid. They have no judgment. They don’t have any judgment. If people say it’s good, they think it’s good. If we brag about you, you can study for a year.” “A woman must be in bed to get it right, otherwise it’s always a failure!” I’m still grateful for these words of wisdom! But I was half believing them, and even argued with them. One of my friends said impatiently, “You think you’re so innocent? You think you’re innocent? I used to be like you, didn’t I? I almost fucking killed myself!” I know, he used to chase a girl all the way to her hometown for her, but ended up penniless and living on the street, only to see the girl and another man walking out of a dance club. He was so furious that he went up and beat up his man so badly that he was arrested by the public security, or he relied on his friends to come to his aid for thousands of miles before he was rescued.

Now, there is a platoon of women he has played with. These include nurses, doctors, respectable female teachers, and enviable female college students.

Hearing his account, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife: “Women, are you really that lowly!” Finally, my friends said to me, “Believe it or not, do as we say!” As a result, in less than a week, I got that girl into bed and gave vent to years of depression! This was my first girlfriend in my life, and I cherished her, and she was very attached to me, but our relationship was unanimously opposed by my mother and friends! It was the first time that my mother and her “hooligans” were on the same side.

My mother expressed extreme distaste for my girlfriend for two reasons. One: the girl’s family wasn’t wealthy, and her parents weren’t of the intellectual class, so she wasn’t a good match for my family; and two: my mother didn’t think she was a good girl, and she knew that she’d had a relationship with me. That was only known to my mother when she raised the first objection and I said, “She’s all…that, whatever…” to try to salvage it. But she didn’t see the woman as making a sacrifice, rather she thought she was being immodest.

Friends objected for very different reasons, saying, “No way? You just played the first one and you’re calling it quits?” “Yesterday I said you were smart and could learn once you were taught, but you’re a fucking idiot.” “I thought you had her pegged, looks like she had you pegged.” My girlfriend came home with me and my mother gave face to her. And the friends were up to no good, they were busy pitching me another girl while preventing us from continuing our relationship. The method is very simple, every time the party, I want to call my girlfriend to come out, they seven hands and feet to snatch the phone away, or declared in advance: “she come we go, there is me but not her.” Actually, what man doesn’t want to play with a few more women? I’m a man, too, and I’m tempted by my friends’ suggestions, only to doubt my own ability; after all, the shadows accumulated over so many years can’t be easily erased. Once I got on track with another girl, I slowly forgot about the previous one.

My friends outline a grand blueprint for me to pick up women: after the average woman, they want to take me to see middle-aged women, married women, junior high school girls and so on, and first let me play with all the women they have played before. I am simply happy and crazy!

But things didn’t turn out as well as I thought they would. A group of friends, two soon went abroad to do business; there is another in a car accident suddenly died parents, unfortunately he is a filial son, the whole person collapsed; the remaining one to play with women to play to the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau’s daughter, the result was convicted of a hooliganism into prison, we also broke up.

With a lot of experience playing with women and the right theoretical guidance, but lacking the help of my friends, I still couldn’t go it alone and slowly fought my way back into the game. The second girlfriend stopped dating before she could get laid. The first girlfriend, on the other hand, married someone from out of town and left.

Kissing dry her Sylar slut and comforting her lonely cunt.

Life became empty and boring again. At this time I had been transferred to work for a year because the company had opened a branch in my hometown.

One day, I was sitting in front of the computer playing a game in boredom, smoking a cigarette while putting up only one foot on the stool. My mother came over to me and told me to smoke less, which is normal. I simply ignored her, which is also normal. But the fifth time she came over and repeated it, it was very unusual.

I hadn’t even looked at her before, just playing my game, and the fifth time I looked at her she hastily turned her eyes away and walked away. But I had found her line of sight and looked down, only to realize that my shorts were too baggy, and with one leg up on the bench, they slipped down and actually showed half my ass and balls.

For a split second I was so embarrassed that I wanted to curse.

I was watching TV in the afternoon, and without realizing it I put my feet up on the couch again and fell asleep. My mother was out grocery shopping at the time and had returned by the time I woke up. As soon as I opened my eyes, I found her squatting at my feet, organizing the things she had just bought. That place used to hold a flower stand and a few pairs of old shoes, and my mother never straightened anything there, and the shoes were covered with thick dust.

Thinking about the morning, I couldn’t help but look down at my pants, they were a little gaping and one foot was up on the coffee table, spread wide. Reaching out, I touched it, and before I could get in far enough, I came across cold bird’s eggs. My mother’s different-than-usual demeanor proved my suspicions. Her eyes were too scattered to look at me, and she hurried away.

I thought about it for a moment and went back to pretending to be asleep, and my mother actually squatted down at my heels again to organize things with her head down! Head too low, lower than the arm of the couch. Lifting it up a moment later, she looked at the door behind me and darted a quick glance at me as I still pretended to be asleep. Then my mother slowly lowered her head, down to eye level with the arm of the couch, and began to look down my pants, intentionally or not. I was inspired to let out a soft snore.

In an instant, the mother’s expression all changed. It changed from as if nothing had happened to very focused, from peeking out of the corner of her eye to staring straight ahead.

For the first time in my life, I saw my mother look at me with such almost greedy eyes for the rest of my life!

What used to be a dodge became an eye-opening fact today!

From that day on, I made an amazing determination.

There was no computer network back then, and the computer I played on was one of those things where you had to take turns plugging two disks in and out. The so-called games were just long snakes in basic language. As for incest literature on the Internet, it was unheard of.

I thought I was alone with a deep sense of guilt. The only thing that supported me was Freud’s doctrine of spirituality. During that time, I really read a lot of psychology books. My mother also loved to read, she usually read the biographies of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign celebrities, often wearing presbyopia glasses to sit under the lamp reading at night, I have seen her book, the margins of the page densely written many philosophical words, but it seems that for several days did not finish reading a page. She usually gave the impression of being a woman scholar with a noble and respectable demeanor. One can only imagine why it gave me such a strong shock when she crouched behind the couch and stared straight down at my lower body!

Because the contrast is too great!

One day, I had the ulterior motive of showing > my mother, she expressed no interest, I asked repeatedly, she promised she would read it, but I saw her looking grudgingly and knew she would not read it seriously.

Then, realizing that she really hadn’t read it, I took the book back, while saying, “What about the strange author of this book who thinks incest is normal.” My mother looked up, gazed over the top edge of her old glasses, and said, “I haven’t read it yet.” I said, “I thought you’d finished reading it. So do you still want to read it?” She said, “Have you finished reading it?” I said I had finished reading it, and she said, “Then leave it here, I’ll read it sometime.” The next day I realized that my mother had read that book.

I don’t know what she’s going to think when she reads it, nothing much has changed on the surface. Or not the kind of change I was expecting. She seemed to treat me a lot better, though. During this time, I seemed to focus all my energy on my mother. Sometimes I really don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into!

About two days later, I asked my mother if she had finished reading it, and she was surprisingly vague in a rare way.

“What?” I asked.

“Finished reading, a little.” She finally managed to get out decent words, her vision fluttering.

I took the book away and looked through it, and I realized that she had scratched a line in the book. I don’t remember the details, but it was something like “Every son has a crush on his mother.” Then I wrote in the book while she was there. She asked me what I was reading, I answered, and then I marked the book and inserted it into a random spot on the shelf.

I wrote: at least I did.

It’s written right next to the sentence that my mother underlined.

When I returned from work, I immediately noticed that the book had been moved. But unfortunately, my mother did not add any other words. However, my mother, who was always serious, smiled at me a few times that night in a rare way. I had never seen this expression on my mother’s face before, and I was at a loss for words for a while, and it took me until the next day to balance my mind and smile back.

There have been many such incidents since then, and I don’t want to describe them in detail, but a couple of major breakthroughs are worth mentioning. I was watching pornographic videos in the middle of the night and deliberately let my mother see them. Then I taught her to use the VCR, and she asked to borrow some popular science tapes. It was soon discovered that the marked yellow videotapes had been moved.

I started wearing panties at home and soon my mother used to walk around the house in just underwear. She wasn’t in great shape and occasionally I would get a little bored. So I persuaded my mother to take up aerobics, she started to say it was no fun, and after a month I found out she had taken it up.

I asked my mother to dance rhythmic gymnastics for me, and she obliged, doing some moves in a very high-cut body suit. I restrained myself, but I soon got an erection. When my mother saw it, she retreated. I also asked my mother to go to the movies, which she did. Soon it was her birthday and I bought her a gift and flowers and she was very happy. Again, the demeanor was like nothing I had seen before.

Mother began to act like a woman, instead of the strong woman she used to be, and spoke much more softly.

I gave her a separate pair of panties to wash for me while she was doing the laundry, and they came out clean.

I wrote in my diary that I loved to see her in body suits and cheongsams. The diary also contains some of the erotic dreams I had, recorded in a very cryptic style. Many of them were about my mother.

The diary was left on the table and found to have been moved.

On the third day my mother wore a cheongsam once and I said it looked good, very good. My mother started doing aerobics at home, and every time I came out to watch. She eyed the instructional video on the TV and did the moves, I sat on the couch and watched, she turned around and asked me if I was doing it right, I purposely let her realize I was looking at her private parts. I pointed out that she wasn’t lifting her legs high enough and went up and held her thighs up a bit. When I saw that she was wearing stockings, I said that it was not good for the skin to breathe. She stopped wearing them the next day.

I immediately bought her a new rhyming costume, which she ended up saying was a swimsuit, but wore it anyway.

I desperately tried to gather information about incest, cutting and pasting it into notebooks. Some of it was borrowed from the library and I made copies, but couldn’t afford to spend too much money on photocopies, so I copied some of it. Soon I was adding my own opinions to the fish-eye mix of real examples and surveys with a critical attitude.

I wrote this, “According to a study by American scientists, it is believed that humans are predisposed to incest. Scientists believe that incest is not desirable eugenically, but it is inexcusable from the standpoint of love. ……” Of course, I left it on my desk again so my mother could see it.

One afternoon in July 1996, my mother was doing aerobics in a bathing suit I had bought, and I was sitting on the couch in my tight underwear watching. She was in much better shape than she had ever been. During this time I had the experience of touching the base of my mother’s thighs and had a couple of impromptu dances with her, each time ending with a cheeky grin. Mother had become fully womanized.

When she asked me to press her legs again, I realized she was in a very provocative position today.

My mother braced her hands on the ground, knelt on one leg, and straightened and raised the other leg back, asking me to help her raise it.

I could see the narrow crotch of my pants bordered by a brown indentation just outside my mother’s labia majora, with a few pubic hairs on it. I picked up her thighs and tried to rub my glowing prick against her leg, and it was as if she didn’t notice. I squatted down and my knee touched her pussy and her body contracted and unfolded and immediately asked, “Is that it?” I said, “Almost, can it go higher?” She said, “Try it.” I held her in the crook of her leg with one hand and slid my hand down her thigh to the base of her leg at the lower edge of her buttocks.

After a while, my mother gasped and stood up and said she was tired, I told her to change her position and she asked what it was. I then stood in front of her and leaned back until my hands were on the ground. This way my prick was bulging under my panties aimed at her.

Then I said, “Ouch, can’t stand up.” My mother laughed and hugged me up, my pussy pressing against the small of her back. When I got up, I hugged her and gasped, saying my back almost broke. Mother just laughed.

Then I held my mother up and asked her to do the same. My mother laughed and said that she was too old to do it because of her stiff backbone. I said that she was very young and that I was not afraid to protect her. My mother then slowly leaned back with me in her arms.

My mother’s thighs were spread wide apart and our pussies were pushed together through two thin layers of cloth.

Before I could ground my hand, my mother said she couldn’t take it anymore and asked me to help her up. I jokingly refused, so my mother struggled to get up on her own, but was not strong enough to do so, and our lower bodies rubbed together as a result.

After picking up my mother, she had a dizzy chord and leaned into me. At this point I got excited and boldly went to touch her ass. After touching it, my mother said it was fine there, but her waist was a little swollen, and asked me to rub it for her. I was a little weak, so I had to move my hand up.

After pressing for a while my mother said it was okay and got up to walk away. When she turned around I saw a wet patch on her crotch.

The next morning, I left my cum-stained panties on the bed and my mother took them to the wash.

After we wrapped up for the afternoon, I asked my mother to teach me aerobics, and she obliged, being careful to keep her eyes away from my lower body. I did the same titillating maneuver she did, believing that my testicles had pushed the crotch of my panties open a crack, so I wondered how much my mother had seen.

We did yesterday’s backward movement again, and I was so excited that I asked my mother for a dance. As usual, my mother said she didn’t know how to dance, but I still held her in my arms with the words “I’ll teach you”.

It was getting dark and we didn’t have any lights on, just the fluorescent light from the TV shining through the house.

Then I asked my mother to do a face dance. Of course the words “face dance” would not be uttered, just that she should wrap her arms around my neck instead. Mother said, “That’s all right.” I didn’t comply and loosened my arms around her waist, so she had to put her hands on my shoulders and I pushed her hands up to her neck before she wrapped her arms around them.

After dancing for a while I touched my mother’s ass again and ran my fingers down to her crotch and found it wet and slippery. At this point my mother said, “Help me press my back, it’s a little swollen.” I learned from yesterday’s lesson and said, “Let me help you unclog the meridians in your back.” Mother said, “Sure, will you?” I said, “Of course I will.” Then went back and forth touching her from shoulder to ass.

“This is the life gate, coccyx, and perineum.” I said as I felt down and felt a handful of sticky, slippery fluid. Feeling on the verge of losing control, I kissed her. Mother smiled and ducked away. I suddenly thrust my hand through her hip swimsuit to feel her ass, Mother looked at me and shrank her body to the right, but I still felt her sex, wet. “Don’t do that.” Mother whispers, pushing me back.

I refused to take it out, and she got harder and harder and looked like she was about to fight before I took it back.

My mother rewrapped her arms around my neck and I plunged my hand inside her pants again, this time directly touching her pussy. Again my mother whispered a warning to me, “Stop fiddling and dance properly.” Again pushing my hand away.

We continued to dance, and I kept kissing my mother, who flashed a little from time to time. I also kept touching her ass, rubbing her bottom shirt between her two butt cheeks, right down to her ass flesh.

My mother didn’t object to me touching her ass again, except that when my hand went down again, she would suddenly stop and look at me until I took my hand out, then she continued to dance with me. I tried to stick my tongue in her mouth and her lips closed tightly, dodging to keep me out.

After a while, I stopped quite deflated. My mother asked, “No more dancing?” I gamely kept quiet, and she said, “Then mom’s going to make dinner.” When I didn’t respond, my mother went to her room to change and then went to the kitchen.

The next day the whole day I was soulful, came back from work, see the mother is not in aerobics, and feel the breath held all day all let go, sitting on the sofa do not speak. Mother asked me if I was not feeling well, I asked her why she did not do gymnastics today, she said she felt very tired today and did not want to move.

After dinner, I went downstairs to walk for a while, want to dissipate the boredom, a little girl pestered me to buy flowers, so I bought a red rose, back to the mother. Mother was very happy to receive the flowers, a moment back to the room, changed into a bathing suit out of the aerobics.

I couldn’t dance more than a few times, so I went up to her and hugged her, and didn’t say dance, just hugged. My mother looked at me and laughed, “What’s wrong?” I pressed her head into my arms and forbade her to look at me. After a while she saw I wasn’t talking and broke out to look at me again before I said, “Let’s dance.” Then went and put on the music and turned off the lights.

We embraced in silence, swaying to the dance music for a while, and I started kissing my mother again, touching her ass, which she didn’t object to. I tentatively touched her crotch, still dry. When she didn’t react, I boldly lifted her ass wrap with my fingers and felt inside. Mother’s cunt lips were also dry, but when I touched the center, I found that the two fleshy lips were full of flower dew and immediately oozed out along my middle finger.

That’s when my mother looked up, scowled and said, “Don’t touch mom there.” Thankfully, the tone wasn’t very forceful.

After a few more pushes, my mother didn’t refuse me touching her pussy anymore, but just hugged me tightly and rubbed her face against the neck of my shoulder over and over.

After touching her for a while I carried my mother to the couch and she had a premonition that something was going to happen and refused me. I don’t remember what was said, something along the lines of I love you or something like that.

In the midst of the entanglement my mother whimpered, “The dress is ripped!” I said, “It’s okay, I’ll get another one.” Smoothly, I pushed the crotch-breaking bathing suit upward and managed to get it off with a good deal of persuasion.

After getting naked I pulled my underwear down to expose my penis. This was certainly uncomfortable, but I didn’t dare get up. The slightest relief and my mother would escape.

Then I pressed into my mother, slowly squeezing her thighs apart with my legs as I urged her on. Mother whispered, “Don’t.” “Good girl, you can’t do that.” “No.” Finally, she said, “Mom’s not feeling well. Can we do it tomorrow?” And I said, “I want it so bad…please…give it to me…I love you…” and all that other bullshit that women love to hear, exploring with my glans. My mother struggled and wiggled her hips to keep me from entering. It was almost exactly the same as when my first girlfriend got laid. I wonder if other women do the same?

“Mom, put it in for me for a little while, please ……” I said, and my mother seemed to cry as if she wooed and didn’t move, which was a tacit approval. I immediately found the hole, the prick into the mother’s warm body, completed our first intercourse.

The pleasure of ejaculation is indescribable, and when it was over I lay down and my mother whispered and kept cursing me and saying she was going to die again. It wasn’t until I got a second erection and pressed into her that she opened her bottom mouth and closed her top one.

The second time we did it for a long time, with me occasionally thrusting twice and mostly kissing her and talking to her. I told her everything I had seen her spying on me in the past, and my mother denied it all, saying I was full of shit, that it didn’t happen, and so on. I didn’t argue with her, and changed my story to say that I fell in love with my mom when I was very young, and other lies that women love to hear, and when my mother’s heart was sweet, I slowly toyed with her.

At this point my mother stopped talking and let me do what I wanted. I carried her to her bed and fucked her for half an hour, her eyes closed and softly yeahyeah, and when I came my mother clung to me, making yeahyeah noises and arching her hips until I pushed all the semen into her vaginal cavity.

When I woke up in the morning, I couldn’t believe it was real, it felt like a dream.

I kissed my mother awake and couldn’t stop asking myself: is this real? Was I really touching my mother’s breasts? Was I really touching my mother’s pussy?

The mother opened her eyes as if she was confused, thoughtful, and seemed a little worried.

“Mom, you’re still awake?” I asked her, and she smiled, looked at me, and brushed her hand over my forehead.

I rolled over onto my mother and kissed her.

We kissed raw, our teeth touching from time to time and our tongues flicking wildly. It was only later when my mother wisely took a passive role that the collisions were reduced.

My mother closed her eyes and her body undulated beneath me, taking deep breaths from time to time as if trying to calm herself.

What I want to make clear is the difference between having sex with your mother and your girlfriend. I suspect that there is a gene present in everyone that rejects incest, because every time I hold my mother and smell her body, there is a feeling as if it will remove the desire for her. And another force will arise in the incestor’s heart to fight against it. For me, this force was forbidden pleasure. It is far greater than the former force.

In the shower, my mother and I fucked again, but I didn’t cum.

When I came home in the evening, my mother was doing aerobics again. I stripped naked and sat on the couch to watch. She looked back and was quite surprised to find me naked and chided me.

I laughed and went up to undress her, she refused, called me nasty and finally let me. We fucked on the couch and then went back to the room. After ejaculating I lay helplessly on the bed as my mother wrapped her arms around me and carefully touched my body.

After a week, we normalized our sexual relationship and had intercourse once or twice a day.

Every day when I come home, my mother opens the door for me, puts my things away, undresses, and then hugs me right away, and I ask her, “Did you miss me?” She nodded, and then we got into bed and made love. Newlyweds, like glue.

Then one Sunday, I dragged my mother up the street, saying I wanted to buy something for her. When we arrived at the jewelry store, my mother refused to go in, and only entered after I persuaded her and the clerk greeted her.

I wanted to buy a ring for her, she was fidgety and when I asked her if it was okay she always said, “Just watch.” When she was ready to pay, she haggled with the clerk again and had a very unfriendly attitude. Luckily the clerk didn’t care, but she actually saved a couple hundred bucks by getting her to do it.

When I got home, I sat down on the couch with my arm around my mother and pulled out the ring, and she immediately got shy. Another thing that struck me was that my mother’s sitting posture had changed. In the past, like many middle-aged women, she sat down with her thighs crossed and slightly parted, her body straight, and her hands at her side. Today, on the other hand, she is slightly bowed head, legs together, hands folded knee. More to my heart: her calves and together to the right slightly tilted, the upper body is the left tends to me, to say endless tenderness and thoughtfulness.

This body language, reflecting the mother’s inner world, has completely taken me as her dependence, is worth a thousand words. At this time, where she is still like that in the past, sitting upright, not smiling, not move to raise her face to reprimand my mother? Completely become my new wife.

Especially when I cupped her hand and put the ring on her long-laboring and rough, but still long and slender fingers, words could not describe the expression on her face.

My heart was beating so hard at that moment!

I didn’t, at the time, and to this day, explain the significance of that ring, but we both knew it in our hearts. At least both thought in that direction: it was our engagement ring.

Afterwards, my mother and I went into the room to have sex. It was the most enjoyable and smooth sexual intercourse since our relationship. With a gentle tug, my mother rose to her feet, with all the ease of a youthful young woman. We walked towards the bedroom, snuggling together, smiling from time to time.

When we got to the door, my mother paused, closed the door to the room, and then followed me to the bed, embracing and kissing.

I untied her cheongsam and realized that she had changed into new underwear, and I don’t know when she bought it. In the past, my mother used to make her own underwear from old cloth. Not only did I see the new underwear, but I also felt my mother’s feelings. The underwear was not very sexy, what was sexy was my mother’s heart: son, I already belong to you.

My mother smiled in embarrassment and we kissed again. Her underwear was falling like leaves in the wind, while I was still in my suit. When I saw me in the mirror, fully clothed, holding my naked mother in my arms, touching her and making her gasp, it was a huge turn-on.

Oh, it’s like a john playing a hooker.

My mother’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed my caresses and kisses, not realizing that her son was playing her like a whore in his mind.

That’s what my gang of friends taught me.

I didn’t really think of my mother as a whore though, it was just exciting to think about it that way. I believe my mother will forgive me even if she knows what’s in my heart.

After touching me for a while, my mother stood up straight, looked at me with a smile, looked down and gently undid my tie and removed my blouse. Then she seemed embarrassed to remove my pants and hugged me again, pressing her tits against my chest.

I stepped one leg onto the bed and put one of my mother’s thighs on my lap, wrapping my arms around her waist, kissing her and rubbing her pussy.

My mother opened her eyes and whispered, “The bed is dirty from stepping on it.” I smiled, not caring at all.

After all, I didn’t wash the sheets, my mother did, so she was more distressed than I was.

My mother took her legs off and knelt down to untie my shoes and remove them, then stood up, wrapped her arms around my waist, and pressed her face to my chest.

It is worth mentioning: when my mother knelt in front of me completely naked to take off my shoes, I felt another intense pleasure! Her body posture as she knelt down was again telling me: son, mom has been conquered by you.

This was probably the 3,000 RMB ring at work, right? I thought: in fact, there is no difference between a mother and a prostitute, except that the initial meat payment is higher and you don’t have to pay it later. Comparatively speaking, whoring mothers is more cost-effective than whoring prostitutes. Of course, this is just for the sake of excitement, nothing else.

After taking off our shoes, we mother and son got on the bed hand in hand and sat on our knees opposite each other. I ran my hand over my belt a couple of times and looked at my mother, she understood what I meant and with a smile loosened the belt of my pants for me. Then I knelt higher and she pulled my pants down to my thighs again, and as I sat down and teetered, my mother pulled my pants down and carefully laid them on the bench next to the bed instead of throwing her underwear all over the floor, as I had done.

I was still in my panties at this point, but my mother stopped moving and knelt there, looking down at the bed. I then went up and hugged and kissed her, her hands stroking my body under my arms, and then, finally, she started to take off my panties.

I lay down and reached for my mother, wanting her to get on top of me, but she didn’t get the message this time and lay on her side next to me, so I had to turn around and she turned to lie on her back, spreading her legs as I pressed down. Everything worked together in perfect harmony.

The glans was moistened and slippery and drilled easily into his mother’s vagina.

It was the first time we had made love in a brightly lit place, and my mother, her eyes tightly closed and afraid to look at me, had her thighs clamped around my waist and her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I thrust into her in nine shallow strokes, and she occasionally opened her mouth and let out a silent gasp.

After all, I was born of her, and our reproductive organs worked well together. My mother’s vagina and my penis were almost the same length, and when I thrust in flush and with a little more force, I hit the center of my mother’s flower. If I thrust in vigorously, my mother’s body would involuntarily shake a little.

She was taking deep breaths again, as if trying to suppress the pleasure, and I gently patted her, signaling her to relax.

As she ejaculated, my mother’s entire body tightened and wrapped itself around me in a death grip that didn’t let up until a minute after I had finished. As she clung to me, her vagina contracted in gusts to the rhythm of her gasps.

At dinner, we stuck close together. Not much to say, just looking at each other and smiling from time to time. I had never seen my mother smile so much today in the first half of my life combined. We shared a bed for a year after that, and I estimate that I shot a bucket of semen inside my mother in that year.

There was a time when she stopped working out again, and she seemed to be very lazy and pouty. It was only after my persuasion that she resumed working out, and her figure is getting better and better. Of course, it can’t be compared to a teenage girl, but compared to people her age, or even people twenty years younger than her, it’s pretty good. I often buy my mother high-quality body lotion and skin care products, so that her skin is smooth. She also takes care of herself and wears gloves when washing dishes.

The beauty of it is how the mother’s breasts are not getting any bigger.

The first time I sucked my mother’s cock was at night, when I was already lying down and she went to take a bath. After the bath, she went to bed with a towel, I suddenly had a whim, pushed her down, spread her thighs and buried her head between them. Mother startled, thought I want to bite her there, ouch screamed, and so I licked open, she was very excited, flowed a lot of water, with a bit of fishy flavor, but still tolerable.

Later I asked my mother to suck my cock, she could not refuse, but not quite willing to look, licked a few times. I felt reluctant no happiness, feel bad, said, “Forget it, do not want to lick it.” Mother hesitant, asked me: “After licking you will still kiss me?” I said, “Of course I will!” It turned out that she was afraid that I would think she was dirty.

My mother was then relieved to help me with my cock, and after a while, just to prove myself, I pulled her up and kissed her hard, sucking out her saliva and swallowing it. It was a bit gross to be honest as she seemed to be holding the spit for ages. But things got much better from there. My mother could feel her thoughtfulness as she sucked on my prick and kept swallowing. I asked her to eat semen once and she said it made her throat uncomfortable.

Once I ejaculated, my mother held my semen sent to my mouth for me to taste, I ate, I think the alkali fishy, but also seems to be tasteless, the throat is really a little bit of numbness, not very good, and no longer want to mother to eat the semen. Unexpectedly, my mother seemed to like this feeling again, she said, “Numbness is also very fun.” So then when she was happy, she would still suck my penis until she sucked out the semen and swallowed it.

We’ve tried anal sex, but my mother doesn’t feel good about it and does it sparingly. Hopefully she will come around someday.

We tried everything this year, including various positions, but in the end we both felt that embracing each other face to face for thrusting felt the most sensual and pleasurable. We also tried sneaking off to a hotel room to experience a new environment. We also tried to go on an out-of-town trip and have wild sex in the park at night, but when I ejaculated, I found that the pleasure was not great, so I didn’t do it again.

A year later our enthusiasm had waned, but we were still very much in love. My mother offered to get me a girlfriend, promising not to be jealous.

That’s when all those friends of mine came back and I got together with them again to pick up girls and spend less time with my mother.

When I got home at night, my mother always complained a little, but as soon as my prick was in her pussy, she was good as a puppy again.

Soon I picked up another chick and soon brought her home to live with me. My mother secretly asked me if the girl was a virgin, as if she cared more about that than I did. I said, “Where are the virgins these days?” My mother looked down on the girl and allowed me to find another one.

My live-in girlfriend was not happy to be dumped and came to the house a couple of times to make a scene, and my mother had no problem scolding her away before the relationship was broken off. Soon I was banging a second girl, a clerk lady from a company. She was very pretty, but she was not a virgin either. But this time when my mother asked, I lied and said yes, my mother was very happy, treating her as a future daughter-in-law, urging me to finish the marriage quickly.

A year later my girlfriend got pregnant and we were ready to get married.

The night before the wedding, my girlfriend went to stay at her mother’s house, and my mother and I hadn’t been together for a while, so as soon as we had a chance to be alone, of course we didn’t hesitate to get into bed.

After screwing once, I asked my mother to put on a wedding dress and then I fucked on the wedding bed. My mother’s mouth said, “How dare you think of that.” Her body was writhing with excitement.

After the marriage, life at home became peaceful. His wife soon gave birth to a son, and his mother enjoyed bringing up her grandchildren with a new sense of purpose.

Whenever my wife was around, my mother reverted to her old ways, not even letting me kiss her for fear of being seen. Once when my wife was in the bathroom, I secretly said to my mother, “Don’t wear panties.” She asked curiously, “Why?” I felt very uninterested. Another time during dinner, when my wife went to the kitchen, I secretly touched my mother’s thigh, frightening her so much that she almost dropped her bowl on the floor and lowered her voice to scold, “Are you crazy?” Sometimes I would sneak out while I was at work and relive old dreams with my mother, but each time I was in a hurry and couldn’t enjoy myself. Occasionally when my wife traveled on business or the company had a group activity, we, mother and son, were able to indulge in sex again.

After screwing two women for a long time, I certainly compared them in my mind, and my mother also seemed to be interested in her daughter-in-law’s bedside manner. She was too shy to ask out of female dickishness, but whenever I talked about it, she paid close attention.

That said, my mother was inferior to my wife in many ways. She gave birth to three of us siblings, so of course her vagina was loose, but the good thing was that her lewd water was thicker and slicker, with a smaller amount, and the friction it produced made up for it a bit. In addition, after all, my mother was in her fifties, with quite a few wrinkles on her face, her hair clipped with quite a few silver threads, and her two breasts were small and sagging, with the nipples pointing downward. The fat in her belly is also quite a lot, always like being pregnant for three months. Although compared with women of the same age, the mother is considered to be well maintained, but compared with the youthful and beautiful wife, it is far from it.

But because I like excitement, the disadvantages of my mother’s old age became advantages in my eyes. That’s why I actually felt that I was having sex with my own mother!

And then there’s the fact that the mother is very conservative. Whenever I slept with her, it was in the traditional way. Since we are incestuous, she has a very low self-esteem and cares a lot about how I treat her. She hates it when I have to put her on her back and fuck her from behind like a dog. I want her to learn from the heroine of a small movie, she said that kind of bitch, do not want to learn it. I thought to myself, “No matter how cheap she is, she’s not so cheap as to sleep with her own son. Of course, this is absolutely can not be said out. I also wanted her to watch my wife and I making love, and she scolded me for being dirty.

Compared to her mother, my wife was a hundred times more open. She tried all the moves in adult movies with me, and once when I asked her if she wanted to play animal sex, she said, “I’m willing to let the dog do it if you’re willing to do it.” She meant what she said, but I didn’t want to let the dog do it, and it went away. I also asked her what she thought about incest, and she said, “It’s fine if other people like it, what do we care?” Once we watched an incest movie, and I pointed to the actor in the movie who was fucking his own mother and said, “If we have a beautiful son in the future, will you want to make love to him?” She asked me back, “Did you fuck your mom?” I pretended to be angry and ignored her, but in my heart I was too scared to ask that question again.

Aside from the forbidden excitement, the thing that made my mother superior to my wife was her snow-white skin, and I’ve never seen a living, breathing woman whiter than my mom in my life. And then there was the softness of my mother’s body that couldn’t be matched. All women are soft, but not compared to my mother. She’s like having no bones or muscles. Even if you don’t rape her, it’s still very comfortable to hold her.

My sister’s beauty is by no means lost to what Miss Hong Kong, Miss World and so on, can be said to have more than not, but I grew up on them and not what sexual interest. This I feel very strange. This is probably the result of evolution after natural elimination, is a protective measure.

In fact, on a daily basis, one can notice that women become ugly when they give birth to boys and beautiful when they give birth to daughters; while sons usually resemble their mothers (reproduction between different races is easier to see) and daughters usually resemble their fathers (most people do not have sexual desires for themselves, and the more they resemble themselves the less they are perhaps sexually desirable as well). Are these changes also intended to prevent mother-son, father-daughter incest?

My sisters went their separate ways after school and spent less time with me. When I was a kid we were against each other for toys and such, not much bonding. I don’t know what the future holds, if anything happens then I will write about it for the supper readers.

I thought that our intercourse between mother and son would decline over time and end up being nothing like usual couples, but it hasn’t turned out to be that bad yet, and I think it’s because of the result of not being able to satisfy as much as I’d like. Especially after I read the first incest article on the internet, I suddenly developed a strong sense of identification. My mother read it too, and we had a new high after that.

In the past year, my mother and I have had sex far more often than my wife, in the kitchen more than in bed, and at the time when I first get off work. Because my wife has to sell groceries, she usually arrives home half an hour later than I do, and my mother and I make use of this opportunity to cheat on her. At this time, my mother would usually be in the kitchen, cutting meat, washing rice, and so on, and I would go straight to the kitchen as soon as I entered. If not, then she would be in the bathroom washing clothes.

When my mother was sexually aroused, as soon as I reached for her, she would drop what she was doing, turn around and cuddle with me, and then we would kiss and touch each other in the kitchen. My mother preferred to let me touch her and rarely touched me of her own accord. One side of the touching I would reach up under her skirt and remove her panties, pinning her against the kitchen wall and raping her a bit.

Mother usually wears a dress and occasionally a robe, that means she has a need. If the robe was a vacuum inside, then it was exciting. Even if I wasn’t interested in sex at the time, she would bring me up with oral sex or something. If she wore long pants, then it was a no-go, no amount of touching would bring out the water. Whenever I see my mother in long pants, it bothers me. Both of these scenarios are relatively rare, though. Usually I’m the one who touches her, and within three minutes she’s dripping. In other words, I’m not interested more often than my mother is not interested.

Chestnut-colored hair, snow-white skin, large eyes with slightly drooping corners, a small nose, cherry-colored lips with the corners of the mouth naturally rising, and straight features evenly matched on the face. This beautiful girl is Miyuki Ito, my brother’s girlfriend. But she is the school beauty of my school, my old brother’s old cow eats young grass, I’m jealous of my old brother, he snatched away my dream goddess. I know Miyuki is still a virgin. It’s not that he’s impotent but he’s afraid of getting in trouble with the authorities. My family has a good reputation, so it’s hard to get caught by competitors. Good times don’t last forever. My brother and Miyuki’s parents discussed and decided to hold both the engagement and wedding banquet at home on Miyuki’s 16th birthday. I think maybe Lao finally couldn’t resist eating Miyuki’s meat, and this was bad news that came as a bolt from the blue for me.

But I didn’t think it would make me get what I wanted. A few days before the wedding, Miyuki had a fight with her brother over trivial wedding matters. Because of my brother’s relationship and the fact that Miyuki and I are not that old, we have become friends and we talk about everything. Therefore, my brother asked me to help him to talk to Miyuki, and Miyuki finally finished her temper after my sweet words, in fact, I didn’t want to help him, but I decided to help him under the temptation of money, and he wanted to have a two-person world with Miyuki, and to build a new house near the house, and to leave his little niece to be taken care of by a babysitter.

On the day of the wedding, Miyuki wore a diamond-studded wedding gown made especially for her that accentuated the bride’s flower-like face. In the solemn church, Miyuki and my brother were officially married, and Miyuki became my sister-in-law. I had the urge to kill my brother and replace him, but after the wedding banquet, I was so happy that my brother was drunk to the point of delirium. My parents went back to rest, I helped my brother back to the new room and put him on the kingsize bed. I said to Miyuki:

“You take a shower first, I’ll leave after I take care of my older brother.” Miyuki said to me: “ok! I’ll take a shower first, please take care of Shuuhiko (my brother’s name)” I saw a drunken Miyuki picking up her sexy pajamas and going into the shower room, I was jealous that my brother had a beautiful virgin waiting for him to deflower him. I patted my brother’s pelvic cavity, but he still didn’t react. As the saying goes, a night out is worth a lot of money. I thought to myself, “You’re wasting it. …. I suddenly came up with a bold and brilliant idea. I pretended to say to Miyuki: “I’m leaving first, bye!”

Miyuki said to me through the door : “BYE!BYE!”I walked to the door and opened it then quickly moved my brother to the guest room. Back to the new room, I close and lock the door. I turn off the light and wait for Miyuki to come out. A little while later, Miyuki came out of the shower room. After turning off the light, the room was so dark that I couldn’t see anything, and I admired Miyuki’s bronze body in the faint moonlight. Miyuki said to me, “Shuuhiko, why did you turn off the light?”

(Due to the similarity of my voice and my brother’s voice and the fact that the lights were turned off it was very difficult for her to differentiate between me and my brother) I said in Miyuki’s direction, “I was afraid that you would be nervous and shy the first time, so I turned off the lights. You turn off the light bath room come over to my side.” Then Miyuki turned off the light and came to my side and said: “You’re not drunk, I thought you’ve already slept.” (Thinking to myself: “Right! Older brother in the guest room to sleep to only dead pigs) I use my hands to encircle the slim waist of Mei Xue, so fell on the bed.

She said to Mei Xue, “How could I want a beautiful woman to spend her wedding night by herself!” Miyuki shyly buried her face into my chest and said, “You’re not serious!”

The scent of the shampoo teased me as I gently stroked Miyuki’s flowing hair and lifted her cheek with my hand as Miyuki quietly closed her eyes. I covered Miyuki’s lips, and sure enough, they tasted sweet. Miyuki let out a soft sigh from her throat from this long kiss, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer when I heard it… I slid my hands down from the neck to Miyuki’s chest and pulled the string of her sexy pajama top, and Miyuki quietly and completely surrendered herself to me. Mixed with nervousness, anticipation and excitement, my heart was about to explode.

Pulling back the rope and taking off the upper half of her sexy pajamas from her shoulders, Miyuki was wearing light pink underwear, slender bones next to the indentation of her collarbones, slender body shape, and her breasts covered by pink underwear were rounded and softly concentrated, showing a deep cleavage. Great, I kept kissing Miyuki’s lips and neck, while stroking Miyuki’s hair to make her relax and then unbuttoning her underwear behind her back.

“Ah!”

Miyuki unconsciously yelped as her strapless bra was simply removed, her breasts fluctuating as if they were freed from bondage, revealing themselves.

Miyuki’s breasts, the shape and size of her nipples, and so on, had been firmly reflected in my eyes under the faint moonlight, leaving a deep impression.

Round and bouncy full breasts, slightly outward, with yellowish rose-colored nipples, not too big, not too small, floating beautifully in the center of rounded areolas.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m nervous, but it’s already hard before I even touch it, and it looks like it’s waiting to be stimulated.

“Miyuki…”

I tenderly called her name while gently holding her breasts from below.

“Ah…ah…”

With just a light touch, Miyuki quickly made a sound as if the sensations in her body were strong. Pressing her nipples gently with her fingers, the nipples also immediately firm up. Miyuki seems to be shaking her body unhappily, is she shy, or is she anxiously waiting for further pleasure?

“Oooh uh…”

Pinch the nipple a little harder, Miyuki immediately raised her waist and pushed out her breasts facing me, I wanted to suck both nipples at once if I could, but couldn’t do it, so I had to take the left nipple first.

Hard and bouncy, nipples crinkly to the touch, my tongue savored the pleasure as he I fair caressed the left and right breasts, playing with the nipples as if swirling little candies in my mouth.

“Shuu, Shuuhiko…no, no way…”

Miyuki repeated her voice on the verge of tears.

“…No…it’s not like that…ah! No, no way…”

My hand slipped inside her short skirt, the panties underneath it, and I wrapped my palm around her center. It was hot there as soon as my hand touched it, and the part of it that my thighs held inside was already wet.

“Ah…ah ah ah…mmmm ah mmmm…”

I quickly pulled Miyuki’s last pair of pants down to her knees, not bothering Miyuki to undress herself all at once. Then I gently bit the tip of Miyuki’s nipple with my teeth, while the tip of my tongue licked around Miyuki’s nipple in circles, my hand also slipped between Miyuki’s legs, and then my fingers stopped at the upper end of Miyuki’s slit, and when the tip of my finger came into contact with Miyuki’s tiny clitoris, Miyuki shuddered as if she had been electrocuted!

“Ahh …… Shuu, Shuuhiko …… mmm …… you got Miyuki there… . ohh ……”

I pressed Miyuki’s clitoris with my index finger and kept rubbing it up and down, and my middle finger kept rubbing Miyuki’s tender pussy crack, making Miyuki, who had never had this kind of experience before, not know what to do, and she kept twisting her body to avoid my mouth and hand! “Shuu, Shuu Hikari …… don’t do it …… ah …… I’m so weird… …”

It made her close her eyes, forgetting that my hands were still rubbing her breasts and the honey hole between her legs.

“Hmmm …… hmmm …… hmmm ……”

My frenzied kisses made Miyuki gradually feel weak all over, her tongue flopped with mine, and she was even sucked into my mouth and sucked on it.

“Hmmm …… tsk …… tsk …… tsk …… hmmm …… “

I frantically kissed Miyuki’s lips, desperately Miyuki’s sucking saliva, while my tongue went into Miyuki’s mouth and swirled, searched, and flipped Miyuki’s tongue, and even sucked Miyuki’s tongue into my own mouth and sucked on it, while my hands continuously pinched and rubbed on Miyuki’s nipples and nectar.

“Shuu, Shuu Hikari~ I …… I’m feeling so strange ……”

“Miyuki! Did I make you feel good?”

My fingers were still twisting Miyuki’s nipples while my palms rubbed and squeezed Miyuki’s tiny breasts.

“Comfortable is comfortable! But it’s also so hard.”

“I’ll make you more comfortable, okay?”

“How?”

I simply pushed Miyuki’s shoulders so that she was lying on her back on the bed. I said to Miyuki, “Here! You open your feet first!”

Miyuki obeyed my words spreading her legs wide and looking at me who was looking at her honey hole.

I looked at Mei Xue sitting in front of me with her feet open, her originally closed pink pussy was slightly open, her pink labia majora and minora were exposed in front of my eyes as if they couldn’t wait, and her tiny clitoris slightly protruded from her pussy’s slit, I couldn’t help it, I knelt down in front of Mei Xue, and after taking a deep breath, I buried my head into Mei Xue’s hidden place, and slowly put my face towards the charming pussy in front of me, and I sniffed the virginal scent emanating from Mei Xue’s pussy hard, and I smelled the virginal scent. I sniffed hard at the virginal scent emanating from Mei Xue’s pussy.

Looking at Miyuki’s pink and slightly wet honey crack, Mindy couldn’t help but stick out his tongue, he used the tip of his tongue to quickly lick at Miyuki’s crack from bottom to top, making Miyuki who was lying on her back on the bed shiver a little bit as well!

“Ah …… Shuu, Shuu Hikari …… mmmm …… why are you licking there …… ahhh …… Don’t …… it’s dirty there ……”

As soon as she felt that I was licking her honey hole with my tongue, Miyuki’s mind was in turmoil and she was scared to push my head away with her hands, but instead of leaving, I put my hands around her waist and pushed her towards myself.

“Xiu, Xiuyan …… don’t …… oh …… so strange oh …… “After I licked Miyuki’s honey hole, I realized that the slutty taste of Miyuki’s virginity was slowly spreading in my mouth, and for some reason I thought that Miyuki’s taste was really beautiful! I put my tongue to Miyuki’s honey hole again and licked slowly on Miyuki’s big pussy lips.

“Ah …… Shuu, Shuuhiko …… don’t get it …… mmmm …… it tickles so much oooooh ……”

Miyuki, who had never experienced anything like this before, had no idea what I was doing, but having her honey hole licked by me like that made her feel like something was crawling in her honey hole and itching! She wanted to push me away, but didn’t want me to leave.

“Hmmm …… Shuu, Shuu Hikari …… hmmm …… don’t …… “

I licked Mei Xue’s soft labia with all my heart, even the tiny folds on the labia he carefully licked, then he used the tip of his tongue to gently push away Mei Xue’s white smooth labia minora after the tip of his tongue to continue to lick Mei Xue’s labia minora.

“Ah …… don’t …… Shuuyan …… hmmm …… I’m …… I’m …… so sad ohhhh …… mmmm …… like I’m going to pee… …”

For the first time, Miyuki’s pussy was oozing sticky virginal nectar, and she couldn’t help but clamp my head down with her legs! But she couldn’t stop the sticky love juice from gushing out from the depths of her pussy, making Miyuki’s pussy start to get wet and moist. I was so excited by the smell of the nectar that I buried my head between Miyuki’s legs and greedily sucked on my sister-in-law Miyuki’s love juice with my tongue.

“Ah …… Shuuhiko …… don’t …… ah …… it tickles! …… Don’t lick it …… Miyuki is going to pee …… mmmm ……”

The intense pleasure made Miyuki couldn’t help but arch her body, and her pussy unconsciously pushed up towards my face, allowing Akira to lick it more freely, I tasted the nectar that flowed out of Miyuki’s pussy for the first time, and my heart couldn’t be any more aroused, and the rod in my crotch couldn’t be any more aroused, and even the head of the glans also rose up and ached, so he held Miyuki on his knees and sat down on the ground, and I spread Miyuki’s legs apart and set it up on my own thighs so that Miyuki could sit against his own legs and then he put the tip of the rod against the opening of her delicate little pussy. After sitting against his legs, he put the tip of his rod against the mouth of Mei Xue’s delicate pussy.

“Shuuhiko! You’re making me so sad.”

“Miyuki! Come on I’ll make you feel good!”

I have a hand of fingers to separate Mei Xue pink pussy lips, let Mei Xue’s love liquid slowly out, the other hand holding his rod with the glans against the mouth of Mei Xue’s pussy, I use the glans up and down the friction of the lips of Mei Xue’s pussy. I hold my own thick thing constantly grinding Miyuki, although she does not know what I’m doing, but her pussy lips have long been wet, can not stop the love juice constantly flowing out of her honey hole, wet my glans, as if in the welcome me.

“Shuuhiko …… don’t get it …… hmmm …… Miyuki’s heart is so strange oooh… …” My glans kept rubbing against her labia, making Xiaowen feel the stimulating tingling coming from her pussy, which made her twist her waist, and even though she didn’t know how to recognize it, her precocious female instincts made her pussy gush a lot of nectar, and the strong electric current that ran through her labia made her involuntarily tilt her head back, and at the same time, she was thinking about how to recognize it constantly. She was thinking about how to recognize it.

“Oooh …… Shuuhiko …… I’m so sad oooh …… ah …… don’t do it ……”

After I felt more and more love juices in Miyuki’s honey hole, even my glans was covered with Miyuki’s wet love juices, he thought it should be okay! Then he put his glans against the mouth of Miyuki’s pussy, and then raised his glans slightly to Miyuki’s pussy, when his glans inserted into Miyuki’s narrow and compact pussy, he could feel his glans being tightly wrapped by Miyuki’s pussy lips, and that sponge-like soft pussy lips wrapped in the pleasure of the gusts of the transmission of the brain, so that his excitement to forget that Miyuki is only sixteen years old, not only is it a virgin, the pussy is not ripe enough to hold! My thick and long rod, I excitedly pushed up my waist, letting my rod continue to penetrate into Miyuki’s pussy.

“Ah ……” Miyuki’s throat let out a miserable cry, she felt that her honey pussy was being invaded by something huge, causing her narrow honey pussy to expand instantly as if it was being torn apart by a sharp pain, she pushed my chest with her hand, trying to stop my follow-up action.

“Don’t …… it hurts …… ah ……”

I slowly inserted my rod into Mei Xue’s honey hole until my glans was on top of a layer of film, my intuition told me that this was Mei Xue’s hymen, I didn’t think that Mei Xue’s first time would be to me as a brother-in-law, but then thinking that I could get the first time of the goddess of my dreams, I excitedly pushed up my waist and sent it, pushed my thick rod against the narrow slit of the flesh, and inserted it straight towards Mei Xue’s honey hole!

“Ahh …… it hurts me …… Shuyan …… pump it out …… “

The tearing pain in her pussy makes Miyuki unable to stop herself from pounding my chest with both hands, the feeling of pain in her heart makes her shed tears even more, she feels her pussy rising up as if it was penetrated by a burning iron rod, she wants to squeeze it out but there’s no discernible way to do so, the thick thing just refuses to go out, leaving her with no other choice but to keep it clamped like this!

“Miyuki! I’m sorry! I pushed too hard, it’s my fault, I won’t move, just bear with me for a while!”

Miyuki’s facial muscles distorted by the pain made my heart ache, I held Miyuki in my arms and kept patting her back to soothe Miyuki! At the same time, I also felt the wonderful taste of the wrinkled flesh in Miyuki’s honey hole squirming and clamping on the rod because it was rejecting the insertion of the rod or welcoming the arrival of the rod.

“Ah……that hurts……Shuyan take it out……I won’t do it…… “

Just tube I keep comforting, beauty snow still only feel their honey hole like fast be burst like pain, she gently cry, at the same time feel her honey hole more a thick thing, and that thick thing will her whole narrow honey hole stuffed full, up. “Move slowly, slowly ……” I kept kissing Miyuki’s face, occasionally kissing Miyuki’s lips, followed by violently taking Miyuki’s left ear and gently biting it. “Still hurt?”

“A little bit! It’s still a little sore and a little bit up” Miyuki said in a resigned voice. I hold Miyuki’s back with both hands and climbed up to kneel on the ground, I let Miyuki legs open flat on the ground, I looked down and Miyuki has been completely combined together with my lower body, did not see their own meat stick, only to see Miyuki’s pussy by their own meat stick to open the appearance of the mouth of the pussy on the two labia tightly clamped on the meat stick, I know that my meat stick has already completely inserted into Miyuki’s pussy!

“Then Shuuhiko move it!”

“Well ……”

I grabbed the knee joints of Miyuki’s legs with both hands and slowly backed up my waist, gently pulling out the rod that was inserted in Miyuki’s honey hole, my movements were soft and gentle, as if I was afraid of poking the mucous membrane in Miyuki’s tender honey hole.

“Hmmm …… Shuuyan …… ah …… slow down …… “

Miyuki felt that her original pussy also followed the empty up, her heart was also with my rod withdrawal and was pulled out like, for a moment she felt a kind of inexplicable emptiness, heart more somehow very eager I can come to satisfy her inexplicable emptiness.

“Ahh …… Shuuhiko …… hmmm …… Miyuki is so hard oooh …… oooh How can …… recognize ……”

“Miyuki! Don’t worry, Shuuhiko will make it comfortable!” Not hearing Miyuki cry out in pain again reassured me a lot, I slowly pushed up my waist again and inserted my long thick rod into Miyuki’s compact honey hole, I looked down and watched my rod slowly inserting itself into Miyuki’s warm honey hole clenching tightly, for some reason I felt unusually excited.

“Ah …… well …… how did this happen …… hmmm …… whoo ……”

With the re-entry of my rod, it made Miyuki’s heart which originally felt inexplicably empty to be filled up again, while her honey hole also felt the fullness again!

“Ahh …… Shuuhiko …… hmmm …… Miyuki is so weird oooh …… ahhh ……”

Miyuki’s plump honey pussy was so soothing to my rod that I couldn’t help but slowly pump my rod in Miyuki’s tight honey pussy, seriously enjoying the wonderful taste of my own rod poking through Miyuki’s slimy honey pussy.

“Mmmm …… ah …… Shuuhiko …… ooh …… I’m so hard …… ah……” Watching Miyuki start to breathe a little sharply and tiny moans, I knew that Miyuki was starting to enjoy the fun, I didn’t realize that Miyuki was so sensitive that she would have pleasure the first time she had sex! Then it occurred to me that my dead wife’s body was also very sensitive, maybe it’s genetic! I had to think like that!

“Ah……oh……Shuyan……that’s weird……aah …… I …… hmmm …… ah ……”

The narrow, compact young girl’s tender pussy was tightly wrapped around the hot rod, making it impossible for me to thrust as fast as I used to fuck my wife, but Miyuki’s warm, taut nectar and the virgin’s blood on my rod made my animalistic nature flare up, and I forgot about the promise I made to Miyuki, as I began to thrust obliviously and fiercely, after I pushed Miyuki’s feet upwards.

“Miyuki, I love you so much!”

“It hurts …… hmmm …… Xiuyan …… gently …… ahhh …… It hurts …… Mmmm ……”

Miyuki’s red face whimpered softly, her petite body with her legs spread seemed completely unable to withstand my frantic pumping of the tall and lanky me, and although she kept on crying out for mercy, I just pumped my hard rod in her honey hole as if I didn’t hear her.

“Ah……Shuyan……you that……Oh……so big! ……Ah……It hurts……I can’t stand it……” “Miyuki …… hmmm …… bear with me …… ah …… later ……” I murmured, my meat stick thrusts getting more and more energetic.

Not long after, Miyuki felt the pain she had just felt diminish, but her honey hole felt sore and itchy, and it was sore and itchy with the thrusts of my rod, and she couldn’t help but wiggle her ass.

“Ah …… oh …… ah …… Shuyan …… what a strange feeling! ……Ah……and sour……Ah……and itchy… …”

“Miyuki……Oh……comfortable……hmmm……Come on! ……Shake your ass a little……Ah……It’ll be more comfortable……”

Mei Xue obediently hastened to raise her small ass, the honey hole up to meet my rod, not long, she felt the honey hole with their own swaying and more like sour non-sour, like itchy non-itchy, a burst of comfortable feeling straight through up.

“Ah……how did……Ah……so comfortable oh……Shuyan ……Why is this happening……Oh……so beautiful…… “My movements are getting rougher and rougher as if I’m trying to completely devour Miyuki’s pink and delicate body. My movements are getting rougher and rougher, it’s almost like I want to completely devour Miyuki’s soft and tender body as I pump my rod in Miyuki’s honey hole, making my rod penetrate into Miyuki’s honey hole over and over again, and making the new room resonate with the sound of “popping” and “popping”.

“…… Miyuki …… Hmmm …… Did Shuuhiko fuck you good …… Ahh …… Does Shuuhiko’s rod fuck you good …… ohh ……”

“Oh …… Xiuyan …… you fucked me …… so good oh …… ah …… You fucked …… so good …… ohh …… how did… …ah …… so beautiful ……”

The intense pleasure in her honey hole kept hitting Miyuki, making her feel tingly all over, she couldn’t help but hug my waist with both hands, and at the same time, she couldn’t help but push her round and firm ass upwards to meet my hard rod, so as to get even more intense pleasure.

“Shuuhiko …… ah …… I …… mmm …… so comfortable ooohh …… ah……why is it …… ah…… so comfortable… …ah…… so good…… ah…… “The nectar from Miyuki’s honey hole kept flowing out, making my rod more At the same time, the virgin flesh in her honey hole is constantly cooperating with the action of my rod, from time to time, suddenly deep and shallow tightening, the strong force of the flesh, really surprised me.

“Miyuki……Ah……your pussy is so tender……Mmm……fucked me So good …… ah ……”

“Shuuhiko……Ah……I’m so good too……Oh……how did this happen? …… ah…… so beautiful oh…… ah ah ah…… Shuuhiko… …how to recognize …… I have to pee …… ah ……”

I knew that Miyuki was close to climaxing, so I pushed Miyuki’s feet upwards towards Miyuki’s body while pressing down and started thrusting furiously.

“Ah …… Shuyan …… oh …… too comfortable …… how to identify ……Ah……I have to pee……Pissed……Ah… …can’t help it …… ah …… ah …… peeing out …… “

Miyuki’s hands tightly wrapped around me, her womb spewed out a stream of cunt essence, all poured on my big glans, and the zou folds of tender flesh in her honey hole squirmed more like a rebellion, making my rod shudder with it.　”Miyuki …… ah …… I’m going to cum to you …… ah …… “

I put Miyuki’s feet down, the whole person lying on Miyuki’s body, I thrust hard a few times, then I inserted the whole rod into Miyuki’s honey hole, let the head of the glans against the mouth of Miyuki’s uterus, and then rubbed it hard, “Zi”, “Zi”, and a large amount of semen, which I had been holding back for a long time, all shot into Miyuki’s honey hole, thick and hot. After rubbing the head against the opening of Miyuki’s uterus, he shot a large amount of thick and hot semen that he had been holding back for a long time into Miyuki’s honey pussy.

After a while, I rolled over and let Miyuki lie on top of me, I looked at the flushed and sweaty Miyuki who was limp on top of me. I looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was already 3:30am. I had to organize the scene quickly, move my brother back to his new room and get rid of his clothes. The most important thing is to insert my brother’s dick into Miyuki’s pussy.

It’s so easy to read and hard to write! The replies are my motivation, please reply more and more in order to get through it without realizing it (＞,＜). After my brother and Miyuki went to Europe for their honeymoon, my brother had to start working again. In fact, I was waiting for the chance to have sex with Miyuki one more time, so I started to observe my brother and Miyuki’s daily habits. I found out that my brother and Miyuki had condoms to prevent pregnancy, and Miyuki would wear an eye mask to sleep. One morning, I heard my brother and Miyuki having sex through the eavesdropper in their room. Suddenly, the phone rang and my brother answered it. After that, he went out with Miyuki for a while and came back soon!

Soon after, my phone rang and my brother called me and said, “I have to go to the office and I will be back in the afternoon, so let your sister-in-law know when she wakes up”. I quickly went to Miyuki’s room and put on a condom with a brand name that my brother used, which had a bump on it, so that Miyuki would not notice the difference.

Go to Miyuki room, I immediately except clothes and lock the door. Let me come back to reality, Miyuki has a moist pink slit, because just and my brother and I did half of the phone rings to interrupt. I couldn’t help but put my hand on Miyuki’s little slit, I first gently caressed Miyuki’s pussy, then slowly inserted my finger into Miyuki’s pussy and gently dug it, and rubbed Miyuki’s clitoris with my other hand.

“Hmm …… ah …… hmm …… ah …… good ah …… so comfortable ah …… uh …… Shuyan …… ah… …It’s so beautiful ……”

“Miyuki! You woke up?”

“Oh …… yeah …… Shuuhiko …… you’re back so soon …… ah How can Miyuki still sleep……Hmmm……Shuyan……Don’t stop! …… I’m so comfortable …… Come on …… Come on again ……”

“Here~ You blow me too!”

After saying that, Hikichi turned around and moved his lower body in front of Miyuki who was wearing a blindfold while my face was pressed against Miyuki’s wet pistil, he slipped his fingers into Miyuki’s honey hole again and dug around while also licking Miyuki’s slowly engorging clitoris with his tongue at the same time.

“Ah …… ah …… yes …… Shuyan …… that’s the place …… ah …… good ah ……”

Miyuki a hand holding my hard rod up and down after a while, then open her cherry mouth will be my hard rod into the mouth, constantly back and forth set my rod penis, mouth also issued “mmm, mmm,” the sound of satisfaction.

Hikari took a look at Miyuki’s pink pussy which was already wet, so the fingers inserted in Miyuki’s pussy were pumped like a meat stick, which mesmerized Miyuki even more, and the nectar in her pussy was secreted like a flood.

“Ah …… hmmm …… good ah …… Xiuyan …… ah …… so good …… ohh …… so good ah …… harder… . ah ……”

In her excitement, Miyuki seemed to have forgotten to suck on my rod, but her hand still held my rod and stroked it up and down.

“Ahh …… Shuuyan …… Quickly …… Hmmm …… Quickly use your …… Ohh…… big meat stick……Put it in Miyuki’s little pussy……Ah… …I can’t help it……Ah……I want Shuuhiko’s big meat stick……Ah… …”

Hikichi knew it was getting late so he hurriedly withdrew his fingers and climbed off the bed, he stood on the edge of the bed and pulled Miyuki’s legs to pull it apart, looking at Miyuki’s honey hole the lips of her pussy had been slightly turned over and the nectar was gurgling out, I put on my meat stick that had a bumpy grained condom on it and put the glans against Miyuki’s little nub and flicked it back and forth.

“Ah……Ah……Shuhiko……Quick……Quickly insert the meat stick into the ……Oh……My slit……Mmm……Miyuki’s slit is itching… …ah……Itches me……Mmmm……Shuyan……Fuck me! …… please ……”

Miyuki kept lifting her ass up and kept rubbing my glans with her clit and pussy lips, and the honey on her pussy got even wetter, but I just didn’t stick my rod into her slutty, itchy flesh. She raised her head and looked at my rod that was grinding against the tender pussy opening, so Miyuki reached out and took hold of my rod and aimed it at her own nectar pussy opening and said, “My good Shuyan Shuyan …… hmmm …… don’t tease me anymore! …… mmmm …… quick …… stick it in …… fuck me… …Miyuki’s slutty pussy is itching to death …… ohh ……”

Miyuki kept lifting her pussy to my glans and trying to solve the itch in her pussy, but I just wouldn’t stick my rod in, so she put her pussy up again, and after holding my glans with her two pussy lips, she slowly rubbed it gently and slowly.

“Ahh……so itchy……Shuhiko……Miyuki is itching…… Come on……Hmmm……Miyuki wants Shuuhiko’s big meat stick……Oh……Shuuhiko …… Come on …… Help Miyuki stop the itch …… Ahh ……”

Hikari felt the hot lips of his pussy clamping down on his glans, making him itchy, so he pushed his hips forward, and with a loud “zip”, he drove his rod all the way into Miyuki’s pussy.

“Ah …… so beautiful oh …… ah …… uh …… Shuyan …… Your rod is so big …… so long …… ohh …… so hard ohh… …thrusting …… ah …… I’m so comfortable ……”

After Miyuki was penetrated hard by my rod, she felt that her pussy rose to fullness, her honey hole was squeezed open and taut by the rod, and a feeling of fullness and tingling attacked her heart.

“Ah……that’s beautiful……Ah……Shuyan……You stick it in! ……Mmm……Plug me so hard……Ah……Don’t stop… …ah …… harder …… ah …… fuck your Miyuki harder …… “

“Ah……Miyuki……Oh……your pussy is so wet……so hot! …… So tight……Ah……Shuyan loves you……”

Hikariichi’s rod was clenched tightly by Miyuki’s narrow honey hole, intoxicating him, and a tingling sensation came from his glans even more as he began to push his hips harder, letting his rod in Miyuki’s honey hole move in and out as he fucked deeper and shallower, faster and slower.

“Ah……You’re good……Shuyan……Ah……I love you! …… ah …… fast …… I want more …… ah… …Harder ah …… I’m so good ah …… so good ah …… ah …… Xiuyan …… Again……Plug harder……Ah……Plug harder… …Stick it in me so hard ……”

Miyuki held my waist with both hands and felt my thrusts, and every time my rod was withdrawn from the outside, Miyuki felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness welling up in her heart, but when my rod was inserted heavily again straight into the center of the flower, Miyuki’s nectar felt both full and full again, but Miyuki just loved this feeling!

“Ah …… good xiuyan xiuyan …… ah …… my heart by you …… ah …… so good by you …… so good …… oh …… ah… …Shuuhiko……You penetrated my flower heart……Ah……It made me so beautiful… …ah…… so good……”

Hikariichi pumped his rod sharply, and Miyuki kept twisting her thin waist, thrusting it up and down to meet my rod, shooting out white essence.