Today, the father died.
Of course maybe it was yesterday, I don’t know.
I received an e-mail from what appears to be my brother saying, “Father is dead and will be buried tomorrow.
Notice is hereby given.” So I’m not really sure when my father died.
Of course how it died I don’t know.
I’ve not been home for a long, long time, even though I give him money every month.
My wife rose from the bed, the moonlight shining on her slightly sagging skin with some extra glow.
With her head on my shoulder and her silky hair brushing against my chest, she lazily exhaled into my ear and asked in a long, soft tone, “What are you looking at, honey?” “Nothing.” I put away my cell phone, turned my head and kissed that mouth, saying softly, “Mom.” I hadn’t called her that in a long time; I called her Jade and she called me Li.
Jade wriggled a little, naked as a warm, soft snake running down her body, and she rested on my lap, playing with her hair, sweeping the tips against my ghostly head.
She always knew my sensitive spots, and before long, my huge man-root was glistening and my thoughts were wandering.
It was a long, long, long time ago… “Don’t look at him, that’s a gangster, very, very bad.” I listened to whoever was whispering behind me and squinted to see behind me, two fairly clean female voices startled by my eyes, walked around me at a brisk pace.
I spit hard, cursing, suddenly heard the long ponytail girl whispered: “That bastard, his father is a bastard, I guess his mother is also, alas, I really do not know what kind of mom teach out.” The other girl didn’t say anything, and the girl with the long ponytail continued to mutter, “Definitely not a good thing, hey, maybe she’s a whore.” Then the violent scene will not say more, the director of education know that I am not something, also do not bother to scold me, on the contrary, this year will be the college entrance exams, he also can not see me again.
Evening self-study skipped class to go out to play, back to the late night, I walked aimlessly, the road to see the ponytail alone, in the dark path, the afternoon she was fighting with me while spraying obscenities of the scene suddenly surged up, my legend was PK death of anger suddenly erupted up.
I took a few steps forward, covered her mouth, grabbed her shoulder strap and dragged her away, she looked at me with horrified eyes and bit my hand hard, I cursed and slapped her.
She is also tough, the book bag flung and I want to fight, I force, her clothes were I tore one side, pink, simple bra leaked out, small breasts also swung a few swings, I suddenly stopped hand, gulped, the lower body has reacted.
She was finally panicking, covering her chest and cursing.
In a daze, I took a few steps forward, threw her to the ground, and then pounced on her, tearing at her clothes like a madman.
Her eyes full of panic, shouting, I also do not care, directly pulled off her bra, two groups of white flowers such as steamed buns like a small meat jumped out.
She was still struggling, so I simply sat on top of her and hastily unzipped my pants pockets.
There was a snap of pain from nowhere, and I came to my senses and cried out on my hands and knees.
“Mom.” My rod was still erect, still throbbing, and beneath me, a young girl crying loudly, and in front of me, my mother, trembling, suddenly crouched on the ground and cried.
I don’t know how I got home. I was standing in my mother’s room, my father had gone out drinking with his friends, and my brother was nowhere to be found.
My mother stood at the windowsill, her back to me.
“Mom.” I shouted, falling to my knees.
“That’s how much you want to know what a woman’s body looks like.” The mother’s voice took on something dead, desperate to the point of calm.
I dropped to my knees and lowered my head, hearing the sound of clothes sifting.
I looked up and saw a topless woman, her back to me, the light of the moon on her body, as if it were a layer of ointment, so bright that I could not take my eyes off it.
The woman’s hands moved behind her and calmly removed her skirt, she turned around and a perfect body was presented to me.
Her legs were long and fit, without a trace of fat, and the perfect curve stretched all the way up, like two clear rivers converging in a grassy courtyard, with dense but not too thick pubic hair surrounding her bulging pussy, and I couldn’t help but think about what it looked like underneath it, and I raised my head, and as I stretched up the thin waist, there were two huge breasts, with a little bit of darkness in the areola that made it even more seductive.
I just felt my crotch rising up, and when I looked up, my mother’s delicate face was a deathly gray.
The mother was crying, unable to stop the tears from slipping down her expressionless face.
All my desires all went up in smoke, and I cried aloud, falling to my knees and kowtowing.
My mother’s dead gray eyes seemed to look at me and said faintly, “You want to see it, I’ll show it to you.” I shook my head vigorously while retreating on my knees, and after exiting the room I ran out of the house, crouched under a telephone pole and bawled, desperately pumping my face.
I wasn’t dissuaded, the ponytail spat at me, she said she was wrong for verbally abusing my mother in the first place, and that I hadn’t done her much damage, and that was the end of it.
My father was happy for me, saying that I was really his son and that I would follow in his footsteps.
I cursed.
I don’t like my father, he’s a real jerk, he does nothing every day, drinks, fights and beats my mother.
They say a father’s love is like a mountain, but I don’t feel a trace of pity from him.
He had something to do with his brother’s imprisonment.
I started to study hard, but the college entrance exams in those years were so difficult that it was hard to imagine what I could do with so little time. But I still wanted to work hard. During my free time, I would always think about that night and that attractive body. I knew it was not good, but I couldn’t control my thoughts and didn’t dare to look at my mother’s eyes, but my mother was just as usual, and she would be very happy when I was mentioned, and said that my child had finally come to understand things and so on.
It turns out that no matter how bratty a child is, there is someone who believes in him beyond belief that he will one day get better.
Day by day, another habitual evening, I came home from studying late, the house was full of the smell of alcohol on the side of the mess, my mother was disheveled and hugged her body, huddled in the corner crying.
I was so enraged that I couldn’t care less about the shyness of the past few days and squatted over to ask, “Dad hit you again.” My mother looked up in slight confusion, her face slightly red, I think she had been drinking a lot.
When she saw me, it was as if she had found her backbone and finally burst into tears.
I wrapped my arms around my mother in comfort, accidentally glancing at a mass of white flesh on her chest and suddenly tensing up.
After sobbing for a while, my mother leaned on my shoulder and looked at the house in a daze, drunkenly, and then suddenly giggled. She looked at me and said, “Li, you are not the same as that person.” She pushed me away and stood up, spinning in a circle. She pushed me away and stood up, spinning in a circle, her broken clothes fluttering in the wind, vaguely visible white flesh, I forced myself to collect my mind, and was about to open my mouth to persuade her, when my mother suddenly stopped, tilted her head and looked at me and said, “Is it beautiful?” “Uh, beautiful.” I was a little speechless for a moment, my mother giggled and said mischievously, “That’s for sure, I’m a dancer.
I’ve been studying how to turn this kind of circle nicely for a long time.” The mother laughed and laughed and suddenly burst into tears, saying, “Li, you don’t know how scared I was at that time, do you know how much I hated rape? At that time, if it wasn’t for him, how would I have become what I am now, how would I be like this.” “I know, I know.” I said as I lowered my head.
“What do you know, I was raped by him.
My boyfriend doesn’t want me, my parents don’t want me, nobody wants me.” The mother yelled, crouching on the floor and crying, “No one wants me.” “No, mom, you still have me.” Seeing my mother in tears, I panicked, rushed up and hugged her, saying loudly: “There’s still me, I’m still by your side, I won’t not want you.” “Heh, you’re a bad thing too.” Probably because my lower body pushed against my mother, my mother laughed and scolded, taking off from my embrace.
She lightly jumped a few times, and suddenly turned her head and said, “They say I’m a slutty, nasty woman, so what if I’m slutty one more time?” “Mom.” My heart was like a knife cut, with anger and helplessness, I still wanted to say something, two red lips blocked all my words.
My mind was a blur, and my mother, looking at my expression, suddenly clapped her hands and laughed, as cute as an elf.
She casually tore off her tattered clothes, washed white black bra wrapped with two huge balls, in front of me swaying, she was a little tired, leaned back in the chair, casually playing with the round balls inside the bra, looked at me, her eyes suddenly softened, whispered: “Ah Li seems to have not eaten enough, I have to squeeze some milk out.” My throat rolled, after all, I was only a 17 year old boy who didn’t know any better, I tried hard to dissuade her, but my mother lowered her head and concentrated on squeezing her breasts, then suddenly slapped her head and said, “Oh, look at this memory of mine.” She unclasped her bra in a few clicks, and her white breasts popped out, and she happily raised her head and said, “Ah Li, the milk is ready, come and eat it.” I finally couldn’t help myself, kneeling in front of the chair, like a pilgrim looking at the place where my mother nurtured me, she gave me a strange look, grabbed the breasts and sent them to my mouth.
I sucked and sucked greedily, it felt wonderful, my mother giggled, her breasts jiggled around in my mouth, I couldn’t help but grab the other one, it felt wonderful and I unconsciously started to grab and rub it slowly.
My mother hmmm’d and looked at me again is eyes were on the verge of watering.
And I had been completely overwhelmed by desire, in that a naked woman without the stimulation of an AV is enough to turn a man into a wild animal.
My mother was drunk and weak, plus her breasts were invaded, her body could not help but invade forward, lying on my shoulders, I put my arms around my mother and hurried to my room, gently put my mother on the bed, panting heavily.
The momentary impulse subsided a little, and as my mother lay on the bed, with only a pair of panties covering the tightest part of her body, I stood by the side of the bed, unsure of what to do.
Just one look. That’s all I need.
I convinced myself, trembling on my back, to watch through my tiny panties.
My mother watched my movements in confusion, like she didn’t know what was happening yet.
I licked my lips. Touch it. Just touch it.
Through the rough fabric, I trembled and stretched out my fingers, first on the outside of the panties, inner thighs, rubbing for a while, mother seems to be a little uncomfortable, shifted her legs, I changed the position, this time directly through the fabric, on the mother’s labia rubbing.
Mother squirmed, her nightgown going a bit, and hummed a few times.
These sounds were like a catalyst, and my remaining sanity completely collapsed. I did not do anything, but removed my mother’s panties, and my mother’s full mound was finally presented to me, and I lifted both of my mother’s legs and placed them on my shoulders, and knelt on her crotch, looking at her greedily.
The pussy didn’t taste great, it had a faintly fishy odor, but it was stopping.
My heavy breath tickled my mother as she braced herself against the wall, her thighs and pussy pulling away from me with a mixture of resentment and more than a little fear.
My mother looked at me for a long time, then suddenly let out a low sigh and said, “You don’t even want me anymore, so what are you still doing here.” I don’t know the meaning of my mother’s words, but I do know the meaning of her actions afterward. She came over and kissed me on the lips, closing her eyes and saying softly, “It’s so nice to dream about you again.” She leaned against the wall, spread her thighs, grabbed my hand and touched it to her pussy, and said coquettishly, “What are you waiting for, lick me.” My mother got excited and held my head down on her crotch and ordered me, with a little giggle like a child, “Lick me.” I didn’t really know what to do, but I knew how to do this kind of thing.
I stick out my tongue, tentatively in the labia protruding place on top of a top, the mother ah moaned, more forcefully pressed my skull, my tongue on top of the feel tired, instead of using the lips slowly sucking and smacking, the mother’s leaning against the wall, finally moaned.
“Good cool.
Yes, yes, that’s it, lick it, top it, ahhhhhhh, no, don’t bite.” The drunken blush on my mother’s face was tinged with a flush as she pushed her lower back forward and lifted her hips to give me a better chance to lick her pussy.
I took a few licks and a stream of water slowly oozed out with a faint salty flavor.
Focused and not paying attention for a moment, I broke my mother’s arm and raised my head to pooh-pooh a few things.
Mother giggled and said, “Stop licking so soon, you want to fuck, come on.” She attached herself to help me unzip my pants pockets and my hard, hot rod popped out of my underwear and hit my mother in the face.
“Ouch.” My mother took hold of my rod and said in sudden anger, “What a bad thing.” She shook and propped up her body and said with some treacherous smile, “Let me teach this disobedient thing a good lesson.” Mother squatted on my lap, holding my rod in her right hand, seeking a position, her body slowly sank down.
“Ah.” My mother and I screamed out at the same time.
My mother’s body shuddered and she almost fell off my lap.
I hurriedly wrapped my arms around my mother, the warmth of her chest pressed tightly against my chest, and I only felt my rod being surrounded by warm, tight walls of flesh, and an indescribable relief stimulated me from my rod all the way to my head.
My mother was obviously a little weak, one arm was hooked around my neck, one arm was hanging down on the bed, I gently leaned down and laid my mother flat, and I didn’t need to be taught what to do next.
I jerked my lower body wildly, my rod moving in and out of the walls of my mother’s flesh.
Unfortunately, my first time was not as good as I had hoped, and I soon ejaculated the first sperm of my life into my mother, but with the characteristic vigor of a young man, my rod didn’t go limp when I ejaculated, and I pushed it tirelessly, with my eyes rounded like a general in the process of killing the enemy.
“Uh, ah ah ah.
Ah.” My mother’s hair was a bit disheveled, and she cried out with indulgence as she continued to push her hips and belly to match the pounding of my rod.
She lay flat on her back, her breasts rolling like waves as she gripped my arm, moaning loudly with each impact and staring at me with love.
Perhaps the force was too great, my rod pulled out completely during one of the contractions. My mother slapped my arm hard and shouted, “Keep going, keep going, don’t stop.” I was holding my rod and anxiously searching for an entrance. I didn’t understand the structure of a woman’s body, and my pussy lips were full of my cum, so I held my rod and pushed it to the left and to the right, but I couldn’t get into my mother’s body.
Mother struggled to hold up her body, saw this situation suddenly laughed, stretched out her hand to take my rod and said: “Even this won’t be.” Mother’s hand was trembling a little, perhaps because just now my impact also let the mother disoriented for a while, she held my rod, bumping, and finally went in again.
She exhaled and jerked herself up, hooking her arms around my neck and moaning, “Give it to me, I want it, continue.
Ahhhhh, that’s it, ah, yes, yes, yes.” Unaware of time, unaware of fatigue, my mother and I, like crazed beasts entwined, whenever my rod was exposed, my mother gently sent it home, whenever she slapped me on the shoulder, I once again invaded my mother’s pussy like a torrential downpour.
Again, and again, the long, never-ending night.
Was it a dream? I was a little distracted at the podium. I always think back to that night and wonder if it was just a dream I had.
After that night, when I woke up from my dream, it was as if nothing had happened, my mother wasn’t around, no traces of madness could be found, and even my mother’s daily behavior didn’t look like a big deal.
There was only one reason for me to believe in it. If it was a dream, why was there no sperm stains on my pants from the dream? And where did the feeling of weakness come from the next day? But I didn’t have the courage to ask.
The school had a power outage that day, so I went home early. As usual, my father wasn’t home, and my mother was cleaning up the dishes, and was obviously a bit flustered when she saw me coming home.
She wiped her hands on her shirt and said sardonically, “Leigh, back?” “Yes, mom.” I was silent for a while, usually I have to study late and come back later, when I come back, my mother is always asleep, today, I suddenly wanted to ask for clarification, “Mom…the other night.” “What’s wrong.” My mother turned her back to me and said forcefully.
“Were you drunk that night mom.” I asked as I firmed up my mind and worked up the courage to ask.
“Ah, uh-oh.” Mother said, “Yes, it was drunk, so I went to my room to sleep first, not even knowing when you were coming home.” “Mom.” I got a little annoyed and pulled my mother over and asked, “You know what I’m talking about.” My mother looked down without looking at me and said after a long time, “I don’t blame you for what happened that day.” “But I love you and I want to be with you.” I blurted out, and was rewarded with a resounding slap in the face from my mother.
I didn’t care anymore, and holding my mother’s hand, I blurted out, “And then you knew it was me, didn’t you? You called my name, didn’t you? You love me too, don’t you!” My mother took a few steps back, like a wounded deer, and when she tried to say something, I hugged her and kissed her on the mouth.
My mother pushed me away hard and exclaimed, “We can’t, I’m your mother!” “So what?” I exclaimed, “Natural human rights, human love is a basic human right, and no kind of reasoning can cross over this basic love-hate.” Thanks to my education, I couldn’t have come up with a whole lot of words, and I tried to convince my mother, but she still didn’t agree.
I was not discouraged and thought of ways to make my mother happy.
I became active, cut my hair short, drew a line in the sand between myself and my friends, and slowly became a good boy, because in my mind at the time, a good boy was reliable, and I wanted my mother to think that I was reliable.
A few more weeks passed, my mother still couldn’t accept me, but she smiled more and more, and my father was still hanging around all day and night.
On this day, in every spare moment, from ghostwriting homework to helping in fights, from petty labor to picking up garbage to sell, I was finally earning enough money to buy a pair of dancing shoes, and then grinding out a half-dozen prices for a ballet costume.
I skipped study hall and carried my things home with anxiety. Although my mother might not still accept me, the thought of her smiling happily when she received them made me feel as bright as an April day.
When I opened the door of the house, I saw my mother fall like a rose withering, and my father, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, took back his leg with a curse.
“Dad!” I threw my things aside and walked up, picking up my mother, angrily reprimanding, “You know how to hit mom when you’re drunk.” When I didn’t finish my words, my father slapped me and scolded, “Grass, you don’t know where you’re from, but you’re still in charge of my son.” “Why do you hit your son?” My mother stood up and pulled me behind her, like a mother hen protecting her young.
My father tried to slap me again, I walked up and took it, my mother cried, “He’s your boy.” “Bullshit, old man got his dick broken, I wonder how many men you’ve fucked, you bitch.” My father said he wanted to do it again and angrily shouted at me, “Let go.” “Dad you drink more.” I said in a cold voice, grabbed his bottle and poured a few more mouthfuls into him, he cursed and grumbled a few times and collapsed on the floor, I carried him on my back and threw him onto his bed.
Back in the living room, my mother had her head down as she gathered her things, the corner of her forehead still a little red and swollen.
I was silent for a while and said, “Mom, let’s go, I’ll take you.” Mother paused for a while, sighed and said, “How dare you say childish things.” I had a wave of depression in my chest, and looked for a red potion, dragged my mother to a chair, ruffled her hair, and slowly put medicine on her.
My mother was a little disturbed, and so was I.
The touch of my hair on the back of my hand and the faint scent of my mother’s body remind me of that night.
After I finished giving my mother the medicine, I suddenly remembered something, walked to the door, picked up the bag and said, “Happy Birthday, Mom.” Mother froze for a moment and said, “Really, I forgot.” She opened the bag at my request, looked at the beautifully packaged dance clothes and shoes, and after a moment of silence, tears suddenly flowed out.
“Li.” Her lips moved slightly, wanting to say something.
“Take it.” Looking at my mother’s happy eyes, all the unpleasantness from earlier left behind, I said happily, “Who made me yours…” Both of them fell silent at the same time, I got up and cleaned up, and asked softly, “Mom, does it still hurt?” “Not bad.” “I’ll rub it for you.” Mother was silent for a moment, but finally agreed.
I dropped what I was doing and walked behind my mother, putting my hands on her shoulders and slowly kneading them.
I looked at this beautiful, fragile, my mother underneath me, and my heart was loaded to the brim with sadness and grief.
After a while, my mother said, “Much better, if the school doesn’t have evening study, you go to study.” She stood up, her right leg seemed to be a bit weak, I pressed her down and said, “Mom, I’m helping you to rub your right leg.” I squatted in front of my mother, my hands roaming around her thighs, my mind couldn’t help but go back to that night, and my lower body reacted.
My mother knocked my hand away and scolded me, “Where are you putting your hand?” I looked up and saw that my mother’s breath was a little disorganized and her face was flushed, and then I looked at the position of my hand, which had already touched my mother’s inner thigh.
I gritted my teeth and stomped my foot, and picked up my mother, who struggled for a while, but I didn’t care, I just held her tighter.
My mother was a bit annoyed and opened her mouth to say something, but I bent down, gagged my mother and carried her into my room.
My mother was placed on the bed by me, as if remembering something, and her face was a little huffy, but more shy.
I nervously rubbed my hands together, coughed a few times, and asked, “Mom, is it okay?” “What can I do if I say no.” Mother sighed.
As if I had permission, I slowly climbed onto the bed, my mother leaned against the wall and turned her head, revealing her white neck. I kissed her mouth and slurped her ear, and she let out a soft cry, and her legs tangled up.
I slowly sucked on my mother’s earlobes, and my hands reached inside her clothes and probed her breasts, gripping one of them through her bra and slowly playing with it.
Mother moaned softly, legs entangled tighter and tighter, I thought, according to the book, mother should be in love, perhaps the next step, retracted lips, nervously began to remove the mother’s pants, mother did not look at me, but the action is very cooperative.
I gulped as I watched my mother, unclothed and leaning on the bed, and suddenly smiled.
Mother turned back and scolded: “What to laugh.” I cheerfully looked at the mother, kneeling on the side of the mother’s rounded buttocks, reached out and stroked the mother’s buttocks, stupidly said: “I’m thinking about mom, you are not still want me to lick a lick.” Mother blushed, grunted and turned her head, but her legs were slightly apart.
I spread my mother’s thighs, lowered my head, stuck out my tongue and started to push, my mother gasped for a while, patted my head and said, “It’s not like that.” I looked up in surprise and asked, “Then how?” My mother’s face was already red and she looked especially lovely.
She cleared her throat, but her voice was still incredibly small, like a mosquito, and said, “See for yourself, there’s a round bump on the top, and that’s for licking.
Anywhere else, you can suck it.” “Oh.” I looked away for a moment and rubbed my fingers together, “This?” My mother’s body shuddered and she nodded sheepishly.
I leaned down to continue the struggle, my mother’s legs bouncing involuntarily and her gasps intensifying.
When I tasted the salty water again, I stopped, and after fingering it for a while, I realized that the liquid was very sticky, and it dabbed my finger and pulled out a very crystalline line.
Mother flushed, watching my movements ah ah, shyly scolded, “you get that thing out for what?” “No, this salty, I want to see what things.” I said with a smile, began to take off his pants, looked at the mother in curiosity looked, teased and asked: “Mom you so seriously look at why, the other night and is not not seen.” “I was drunk at that time.” Mother said shyly, did not look away, and when my rod appeared again, then sighed and said: “I said that night why so comfortable, so your penis is quite big.” I smiled stupidly and moved my rod over to enter my mother’s pussy, but realized that I still couldn’t find the entrance.
My mother let out a laugh, holding my rod in her soft hand, and said softly, “Still can’t find your way home, Ah Li.” At that moment my father coughed in the other room, and I was suddenly a little uneasy, and kind of wanted to quit.
“He’s not your father.” My mother, still wearing some red flushes, could see how upset I was.
Grabbing my rod, she said as she lowered it inside, “I already had sex with my lover before I married him.” She sank in and clamped down on me like an octopus, let out a long moan, looked at me with winking eyes and exhaled, “You’re a lot like him.” I was a little shocked to hear this news so suddenly that I forgot what to do for a moment.
My mother wrapped her arms around me and sat on top of me, and with her lips in my ear, she said softly, “So don’t worry.
Mom wants it.” My mother blew in my ear, and I intuited that the rod in my flesh walls was rising up and about to burst out of my mother’s body, and that the only way it wouldn’t blow up was to keep pounding away.
But there are some things that I can’t help but figure out.
“What do you mean? He’s not my father?” My mother crouched over me, and with some sadness in her voice, she said, “At that time, I fell in love with a man, and I was betrothed to him for the rest of my life.
And then, raped by this guy, then.” She didn’t go on, she leaned over my shoulder and said softly, “No one wants me anymore, Li, you still want me, right?” I knew that the only action that could express my determination at this time was what, I shrugged my waist and stabbed upward, my mother did not care about her feelings, let out a cry and hugged me tighter.
I was miserable, my mother’s vagina is too powerful, just so a movement, feel my mother’s vaginal walls like countless meat buds grow out, squeezing my glans, a desire to ejaculate surged up.
I took a deep breath, forced down this desire, and began to follow the book, nine shallow and one deep, slowly, shallow thrusting mixed with heavy straight to the heart of the painting of the fierce attack.
Mother soon could not stand it anymore, she wanted to wriggle her waist and sink down, how could I let her ruin my plan, I held my mother with both hands, not letting her move on her own, or else I didn’t think I could support myself for a long time under her strong demands.
My mother’s watery eyes gave me a sad look, and since she couldn’t sink her waist up and down, she began to sway from side to side, gasping as she did so, “Give it to me, harder.
I want to go deeper.” Well, I thought to myself, I’m young and fit anyway, so let’s do it! I flung her toward the bed, pressed down on her thighs, and my waist began to pump hard, heavy, fast, precise, and hard.
My mother soon couldn’t take it anymore and wrapped her arms around my head and pressed it against her breasts, her face flushed with some excitement.
She clamped her legs around my waist and moaned loudly, “Shu… service…, it’s been a long time since I’ve been… so… comfortable… ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah … …” The bedboards creaked, my mother hung on my body like a wombat, moaning loudly without a care in the world, and suddenly laughed while gasping for breath, “Hahahaha, Li, ah ah ah, hmmm, did you… hmmm, ejaculate.” I didn’t reduce my speed and said while charging, “It’s okay, mom, I’m okay.” “Haha, oops.” My mother wanted to say something, but it was just hard to get the words out under my vigorous onslaught.
She patted me on the head and I cooperated by slowing down.
Mother’s face was so red that it was about to overflow with blood, she gave me a delicate look and calmed her breath before saying, “Ah Li, you can try the method you started with.” “Oh? Do you mean that nine shallow and one deep?” I obediently slowed down and asked with a smile, “Didn’t you tell me to go faster and harder, mom?” “Aiya, women can’t take what they say at this time seriously.” My mother blushed, bit my ear and said, “The feeling of not getting it and getting it soon is very beautiful.” “Really?” I laughed badly and said, “I like mom so much, I’d rather just let you get it.” After I said that, I accelerated the speed of impact, my mother suddenly grabbed my arm tightly and tugged hard, her whole body tightened up like a frightened shrimp, she shook her head frantically and screamed, “Don’t, don’t, ah ah ah ah, I’m going to lose it, I…ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.” Mother’s waist suddenly lifted high, as convulsive trembling for a while, I intuitively a wave of heat poured on the glans, mother’s vagina suddenly extremely fast gulping, like rolled in the waterfall in the rock, I can not help but screamed: “good, good, what is this.” Before the words fell out of my mouth, I couldn’t lock my yang qi any longer, and once again, I had a huge flood, and this time, I didn’t have the strength to return.
Mother tired paralyzed on the bed, beautiful face was scattered hair covered, there are a few strands of hair stuck on the tongue, I carefully pushed through the hair, looking at my mother’s beautiful face with some fatigue, pulled out the rod.
“You better too?” My mother’s voice was a little weak and I nodded, taking her in my own arms.
My mother leaned her head against my chest and said quietly, “Li is very good, I had an orgasm just now.” “Was it rare?” I asked uncertainly.
“Well, it’s rare.” “Haha, don’t worry mom, you can get it whenever you want with me.” I said happily.
My mother sighed, didn’t say anything, and slowly fell asleep by my side.
The next few days were the happiest I had ever known. I tried to make my mother happy in every way I could, and she was much more lively, but sex was not as blissful as I had imagined, and my mother kept a tight rein on the number of times I could have it.
Despite this, I am still happy as a flower.
I don’t eat lunch at school anymore, and I have to go to the evening study hall even though my mother is forcing me to do so, but I always come back for dinner.
On the one hand, I couldn’t wait to spend every second with my mother, and on the other hand, it came from the experience of having sex with my mother while she was cooking.
My mother had put on her apron and was concentrating on stir-frying, so I slipped over to her and started to move my hands around, and when my mother glared at me and tried to get rid of me, I justified myself by saying that I hadn’t done it for a long time, and that it was about time to make love.
That time my mother was holding back waves of pleasure while she fried the food, and finally she couldn’t take it anymore, and she was facing me, her arms around my neck, and I smiled as I pounded away and took the rice spoon.
When we were tired, we ate our “love meal” and laughed, but in the end we had to cook some noodles… Mother would sometimes wear the dancing clothes and shoes I had given her, and it was the kind of dance that was super seductive, and she would make all kinds of seductive gestures and glances while she was doing it, and then she asked me to engage in physically and psychologically beneficial activities only after she had finished the dance. She would make all kinds of seductive gestures and glances, and then demand that I only engage in physically and mentally stimulating activities after she had finished dancing, and of course she paid the price for her seduction.
Sometimes she would dance on purpose when I agreed not to have sex, a beautiful, beautiful dance, and I would just watch in silence, admiring the beauty of a mother I had never known.
But there was another father, the one who wasn’t my father.
One night, after a fight with my father, I finally couldn’t resist asking my mother why she wouldn’t go with me.
“What will you do if I get a divorce.” At that time, my mother turned her head to look at the sky and mumbled, “You have to go to school, you have to eat, and you need money for all this.” I angrily pulled my mother over, pulled down her sleeve, pointed at the bruises, and indignantly said, “Then you just let that asshole do this to you.” I vigorously pointed at my mother’s bruises and wanted to say something out loud.
My mother suddenly slapped me, and I fell heavily to the ground. She tried to come over to help me, but she suddenly cried and said, “I want to go too.
But what will you do when I’m gone? Who’ll do your laundry and cook for you, who’ll supervise your studies.
If you come with me, you’ll have to eat and go to college. Where will the money come from?” My mother calmed down, lowered her eyes, sighed, and touched my head, saying, “When you grow up and become successful, mom will be happy, and it’s nothing to put up with it now.” Perhaps she has always thought this way, every mother’s wish, no matter how humble, even if it is crushed in the mud, she always raises her hand and wants to lift up her child.
It is their greatest happiness to be able to come home to see their children when they are successful.
I was too young to understand the heaviness of this love, and I covered my face and stood up and left without a word.
The conflict erupted on a normal night when the brother, no, the man’s son, came back from prison and the father and son celebrated.
I made a point of skipping my nightly study session to be at the dinner table, wary of these two guys beating up my mother in a drunken stupor.
“My brother, who had a big face and hadn’t dealt with me since I was a kid, and my father had been drinking too much, slamming the table and bragging about how much they loved each other.
Suddenly the father shot up, pointing at the mother and cursing: “This bitch, when she married me she was not a virgin, no, she was no longer a virgin when I grassed her.
MB All these years, I’ve been useless, I don’t know how many cuckolds I’ve brought to my old man.” Saying that, my father threw the bowl over, I reached out my hand to block it, my mother pulled my clothes behind me, I gritted my teeth and said, “You fucking drink your wine.” My brother hemmed and hawed and lasciviously looked at my mother.
I felt bad, and sure enough, my brother stood up and stumbled toward my mother, saying, “Dad, why don’t I just grass her up, MB hasn’t touched a woman for a few fucking years in prison, grass.” “Fuck it, fuck it.” Dad cursed and said, “Instead of letting someone else fuck her, I’ll fuck her for you.” “Fuck me.” I certainly a blood to the head, the table a lift, father brother two also angry, rushed up and I fight.
Thanks to my father’s “education”, two drunks couldn’t stop me.
I put both of them down and rushed out of the house, dragging my mother with me.
Mother tightly pulled my hand, I suddenly got scared, mother is not a brave person, or even say, is a little weak character of a small woman, will she go back? Will she go back? Will she be insulted by those two animals?
I stopped and looked at my mother, who spoke up first: “I’m not afraid.” I have a stomach of words can not say, my mother lifted me to pull her hand, looked at me, seriously said: “have you in, I’m not afraid, I follow you.” Few pedestrians on the road, surprised to see a pair of men and women hugging each other, the man cried out in pain, wishing that he would give the woman a happy.
The weak, timid, playful mother, who dared not oppose her parents’ decision to marry a scumbag, who dared not leave the scumbag, who endured domestic violence over and over again, who, except for that one moment of drunken insanity, seemed to be in perpetual retreat, in perpetual fear, and who, in this moment, mustered up the courage that she hadn’t had all her life, to tell a seventeen year old boy that she wasn’t afraid.
And the boy, finally, became a man this night.
It was a very bad memory, and I kept wondering if I should describe it in the third person, but then I gave up.
Because every time I echo these dark times, there’s always a soft, firm voice that says to me, “I’m not afraid.
I got down on my knees and begged a driver, I wanted to thank him for giving my mother a place on such a busy line and dropping us off in an unfamiliar place. When we were leaving, he looked at me for a long time and took out two hundred dollars and gave it to me.
Two hundred dollars in those days was a staggering amount.
It didn’t matter what he saw, or didn’t see, anymore.
He’s my benefactor.
In the days that followed, I kept looking for small jobs, and my mother did not look at all like a proud daughter who had learned to dance, as if all the abilities that God had given her had been tapped for my sake.
We slept on a park bench when it wasn’t too hot, and I sat at one end of the bench and watched my contented mother sleep peacefully.
We slept through a bridge hole, looking for an isolated one where the air was good, except for the mosquitoes, and it was colder.
We had sex in all those places, on the bench, in the bridge, some good memories, but I didn’t want to touch them.
I prefer the easy blandness to the heavy goodness.
Some days, my mother would go to the market to look for leaves or something else, and the two of them would cook something to eat in a remote corner.
Sometimes my mother would dance and then ask me if I looked good.
The hardest month is finally behind us.
I pushed open a small door, and inside was a small single room of ten square meters, with a lone crib placed inside.
Mother happily jumped on the bed like a happy elf.
She held out her hand to me in the doorway and called out, “Ah Li Ah Li, what are you thinking about?” I was wondering why my mother’s white hands had scratches, I was wondering why my clean mother was dirty, and I was wondering why my mother was as happy as a child in such a small space.
“I was thinking about how to celebrate.” I blurted out.
“Yes, my Li is doing well, so we should celebrate.” My mother said with a smile, and tears almost fell from my eyes.
I wanted to give my mother happiness, to take her away from that miserable family, but I only brought her into a more miserable life, and at this time, my mother was still happy that I had made a good living.
I closed the door and hugged my mother tightly, burying my head in her chest. My mother let out a cry and gently patted me on the back, saying, “Don’t cry, everything will be fine, as long as you’re here, everything will be fine.” That night, for the first time since we left home, we made love in bed, and my mother came in from the public bath, nervously closing the door behind her and complaining, “Why do you have to wear these, they feel so strange.” “It’s stockings.” I replied casually as I half leaned against the wall, admiring the spring color in front of me.
At that time, stockings were not yet popular and few people wore them on the streets.
Beautiful, so beautiful.
That’s the only sentiment I can muster.
Her long wet hair was tied around her chest, and underneath her plain, worn-out floral dress were two long, slender legs covered with black stockings, which stood crossed and showed the uneasiness of the woman in front of her.
Seeing me staring at her with impunity, my mother blushed a little and whispered, “What, stockings, they look weird on you.” “I saw one of my boss’s girlfriends wearing them and thought they looked pretty.
But you look much better than he does.” I am telling the truth, my mother’s figure is already well-proportioned, the temperament brought by the dance with Tingting’s long legs, she is a little wet, one hand clasped in front of her chest, the other hand swept through her hair, the style is outstanding, just like a fairy out of the painting, but because of the reason of stockings, with some of the charm of the wind and the dust.
Mother thought for a moment and jumped onto the bed with a ha-ha and asked, “By the way what does your boss do, why does he pay you such a high salary, it won’t be for doing bad things.” I moved my rod slowly rubbing it against my mother’s stockinged legs, a strange touch through the glans, making me shiver uncontrollably.
I blurted out, “No, it seems to be in the internet business.
Didn’t I originally skip class and play on the computer a couple times? I’ve seen some stuff too.” My mother felt the hot rod moving up and down her leg, and grabbed it and said, “This is the first time I’ve ever worn it, so don’t get it dirty with that thing of yours.” I hemmed and hawed, pulled back the rod from my mother’s hand, and instead slowly rubbed my mother’s leg with my hand and said with a smile, “Then where should I dirty it?” My mother glared at me in anger, and met my lips. I kissed her back passionately, and skillfully took off her skirt and unhooked her bra, but did not take off her stockings.
My mother tried to take it off herself, and with a wicked grin, I held her down with one hand and fiddled with her stockings with the other.
Mother really did not wear panties as I requested, and I pinched my mother’s pussy through her stockings, and she gasped and struggled to get up and take off her stockings to prevent me from dirtying them, only to have this special touch of silk through her stockings, which waved back and forth in her sensitive position, and she winced, and a stream of lewd water flowed out, slowly wetting her crotch.
At that time the stockings were not as smooth as now, if you touch it, there will be more obvious slippery and hook feel, mother really can’t stand it, not forcing me to take off her stockings, instead of leaning against the wall, opened her thighs, the most humiliating place of a woman unreservedly show to me to see.
Unfortunately, the stockings were still very thick at that time, and my mother usually covered them up, so it was rare for her to let go so freely. I was a bit annoyed and began to remove the stockings, and when the black layer of cloth disappeared, my mother giggled and curled up her legs in a variety of ways to prevent me from taking a closer look.
I hall big man still can not rule a small woman, I a handful of mother’s one leg stood up, mother shouted a don’t, but can only be I condescending to look at the mother’s pussy that is still flooded with water at a glance.
My mother was upside down covering her eyes and peeking at me through the cracks.
I let out a laugh and put my mother back down, Mother didn’t dare curl her legs up this time, I leaned over and asked into her ear, “Mom, won’t you help me?” Mother blushed and arched her back to take hold of my rod and bring it towards her pussy, complaining, “It’s been so long and you still won’t come in.” “You look like you’re enjoying it to me.” I smiled as my mother guided me in and pushed up, “Aren’t you? Guiding my son’s rod inside, gee I see you’re enjoying this, mom.” My mother couldn’t retort to me, sexual bliss overflowing on her face, I took the opportunity to give a strong impact and asked, “Yes or no?” : “Yes yes yes.” Mother said without a word, and suddenly screamed, “Ah, ah, ah, stop, slow, slow.” I gripped my mother’s nipple and slammed my lower body as vigorously and swiftly as a pile driver before refusing to slow down.
My mother was also adjusting to my intensity, moaning and watching in amusement as I sucked on my nipples.
“Ah, ahaha.” As if she was enduring great pain, her mother’s face was covered in joy as she smiled and said, “You… sucked, mmmmm, I, it tickles, ah…”.
I suddenly slowed down, and my mother fell from her heavenly abundance, her body writhing and sinking, and I stopped my sucking mouth and nibbled my mother from her head down to her waist and belly.
My mother giggled, twisted her body and begged, “Hurry up, hurry up, will you Li.
Hey yah don’t kiss there, hahaha it tickles.
Ali, son, I’m itching down there, hurry up.” Finally I satisfied her needs and sped up a bit, only to slow down again.
My mother realized that I was just trying to torment her, and wrapped her arms around my neck, lifting her head and biting angrily on my shoulder.
“Ouch pain pain pain.” I yelped, “I’m not going to be fast, I’m just going to play it slow.” “Hmph.” Eating the pain I couldn’t control my mother, she disengaged my rod and pushed me back down with a grunt, “No you, I’ll move myself!” “No.” I exclaimed in exaggeration.
My mother sat on top of me, pressed her hands on my chest, bobbed her waist and stomach up and down, and suddenly said, “Hold me down.” Mother ordered me to do so, so of course I did.
Who knew that my mother was suddenly shaking from side to side like a madwoman. My mother’s pussy had a very strong suction and the friction stimulation was particularly strong, so when my mother was shaking like this, she felt that she couldn’t hold on any longer and she was going to ejaculate.
And that’s when the mother stiffened up, but shook more violently.
“Ah, ah, ah whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo.” My mother’s head tilted upward and her breasts stood out like a crowing rooster.
She shook a few buckets and wave after wave of lust crashed out of her pussy lips, beating my bottom and the sheets wet.
She seemed to use up all her strength, backed away from my rod, grabbed my rod, gave a mischievous laugh and said, “Now I finally understand why they say that a woman who sleeps with a gun in her hand will feel full of security.” “Yeah.” I sat up, intending to clean up the mess, but my mother held me down.
She rested on my lap, playing with her hair, sweeping my ghost head, said softly: “I now, feel very solid.” I looked at this less than twenty square meters of dilapidated rented room, eyes a little red, I touched my mother’s face, said softly, “Mom, I will make you happy.” “Well, I believe it.” “Son, son.
What are you thinking about?” Jade purred a few times, disengaging herself from my arms and half-kneeling on the bed.
“Son, come on.” She looked back, winking, and it was obvious that the word mom had touched her sensitive spot as well.
“Mom…” I hesitated for a moment as I looked at the face of my mother, who was nearly fifty years old but still well maintained.
Jade didn’t say a word, sinking down from the waist, her flooded nectar lifting and shaking.
The one shaking her pussy and pleading for penetration is my mother, the mother of my children, my father’s wife, and my wife.
But we are each other’s lovers after all.
She had lived the first half of her life in cowardice, but had summoned the greatest courage of her life for me.
She used to have such beautiful hands, but they were roughened by life as she walked me through those dark times.
I promised her a lifetime of happiness.
Without any further hesitation, I left my cell phone aside, wrapped my hands around each of her thighs, and skillfully returned to that place.
The place where I was born.