Almost every room in the house has a photo of my mother dancing ballet, and I have three, I think the most beautiful three spokes, on the wall of my room.
One is my mother lifting her left leg above her head, I can hardly imagine that my usually gentle and noble mother can have such strong flexibility; one is my mother being lifted above her head by a young man, with her legs splitting at 180 degrees; my mother wanted to change this photo several times with a red face, but I always cried and refused; the last one is a photo of my mother standing and resting while practicing kung fu, with my mother, who is only 22 years old, looking out the window with her pure and innocent eyes. The last one is a picture of my mother standing and resting while practicing kung fu.
When I picked this one out of the many photos of my mother, she was so happy that she hugged me and kissed me a few times, because it was also her favorite one.
In her youth, my mother was a ballerina, so she couldn’t keep her toenails, and her flat ballet slippers greatly restricted her beautiful feet. After retiring from the stage, my mother now wears her favorite high heels even at home, which she believes keeps her feet from slouching and the muscles in her calves taut at all times. My mother’s feet are undoubtedly top-notch, and I’ve seen many pornographic magazines that specialize in pictures of beautiful feet, but there’s nothing that compares to my mother’s.
Mother seldom wore stockings when she wore high heels, and when she did, she never wore the kind with thickened toes; she wanted to show off the beauty of her toenails to the fullest.
My mother had a special pedicurist, Blank, who was a real charmer, always sweet-talking my mother into blushing every time she had her toenails trimmed, so that at the end he could kiss the works of art under his hands, my mother’s toenails, one by one. But I really admire his craftsmanship, he trimmed my mother’s toenails in one long, oval shape, with the big toe nails slightly pointed inward, making them even more sultry.
Painted with dark brown nail polish and wearing high-heeled sandals that exposed the entire instep, my mother’s feet looked regal and impenetrable, yet lascivious.
My mother was 1.73, a shoe size 42, with five slender toes and a slightly upturned big toe. I often steal my mother’s high heels to masturbate, just fantasizing about my mother’s beautiful feet is enough for me to squirt more than.
I have a private wish, is to let my mother wear every pair of her high heels let me play all over, of course, this is only a dream, and mother’s high heels style endless. The stockings without thick toe pads couldn’t hold my mother’s oval toenails, so my mother usually only wore a pair of stockings once and then threw them away, and these stockings, like my mother’s high heels, became an excellent tool for me to masturbate.
Although there were more than a dozen servants in the house, my hardworking mother still liked to cook food for the family herself. My father and I also liked my mother’s cooking best.
I used to peek at my parents having sex through the camera I had installed, and even though the camera head could only get a general view, it was still very exciting.
Tasted all the countries beautiful and tried countless kinds of play father, has been very difficult to have what stimulation can make him erect, mother wonderful nude body can only make his penis helplessly move two times. But as long as the mother put on high heels, naked to that station, or then pose a ballet toes pointing to the ground, hands up position, the father’s prick immediately on the gun salute.
At this time, the mother always blushed, climbed onto the bed, into the arms of the father. Father is very rough mother under the pressure, very quickly into, into the father and show his battle-hardened courage, fierce manipulation of the mother, the mother from time to time issued a moan to help the father’s sex, she herself also get great pleasure. Father often have to fuck mother hundreds of times before ejaculation, and by this time the mother has long been beautiful eyes, sideburns sideburns mess.
My father, despite his lust, loved my mother, and I often heard him laugh and say to her that only you are the one for me, and usually my mother blushed at this point.
The father is usually not interested in a mistress for more than six months, and then he returns to the arms of the mother. The mother was very unhappy with the father, but there was nothing she could do about it.
The appearance of Yuwen changed this situation. Yu Wen is too beautiful, she has a taller figure than her mother, and if her mother is a gentle and noble type of beauty, she is cheerful and easy-going. What’s more, Yu Wen was also a ballerina, and the new White Swan of her mother’s original ballet company. At this point, mother had the most inferiority complex. Because Yuwen was only 22 years old, and had won many dance awards that her mother had never even dreamed of winning in the past.
I have spied on Yuk-man and my father having sex, and in front of Yuk-man, my father seems to be a young man, and a smile from Yuk-man can make his erection straighten up. When Yuwen puts on her ballet shoes and does a nude ballet, father even kneels down and begs the goddess for love.
For a while, I realized that I watched Yu Man masturbate more than I watched my mother masturbate.
I don’t know whether I should be grateful or harbor a grudge against Yuwen. She had caused my father to alienate my mother, and hadn’t been in her bedroom for three or four months, but had made my grumpy mother come to play with me more often.
I was envious of my father in my heart, he had his mother and now Yu Wen, he was truly immortal. I’m not as greedy as my father, it’s enough for me to have my mother.
Ever since I realized that Yu Wen had replaced my mother in my mind as the new object of my sexual fantasies, I had a fear of Yu Wen. At night, I could only escape the desire to spy on my father and Yu Wen having sex by running to my mother’s room to sleep.
My mother at first refused to let me sleep in her room, but then she couldn’t help but beg me, and while I was begging, there was still a thrill in my heart, thinking: if you refuse me, don’t blame me for fantasizing about other women.
My mother finally agreed, which led to a qualitative improvement in my voyeurism.
I could hold my mother’s feet to sleep, and I also liked to lick and suck my mother’s toes before going to bed, and when my mother found out that I had this fetish, she tried to stop me several times, but she was blocked back by my tearful arms. Mother gradually gave in later and even washed off the brown toenail polish on her feet so that I could suck on them.
Over the course of a few months, I lost count of the number of times I masturbated to orgasm while sucking on my mother’s toes.
Probably excessive lust, my mother found that I look very ugly, forced me to go to the doctor, the doctor can not see what is wrong, instructed my mother to give me more nutritious food, how could he not think of a 10-year-old child will be crazy masturbation it!
After coming out of the hospital, the sunshine outside shone comfortably on me, I jumped into my mother’s arms and asked her to hug me, my mother couldn’t help but laugh heartily, she said that the doctor was really inexplicable, and that our family didn’t have several meals of mountainous delicacies on any given day. I have not seen my mother so happy for a long time, crouching in her arms, I was also inexplicably happy.
My mother fell in love with her young love interest, Prince George Charming, reapplied dark brown toenail polish to her toenails, and wouldn’t let me suck on them. Often sneaking out in the middle of the night to go on dates with him while I was asleep.
The next day I looked at my mother looking cheerful, as if she had been nourished last night, and I became jealous. I had no choice but to think of my grandfather, who was known to no one for his magical powers.
I didn’t realize that Grandpa already knew what I was coming for, and he let me into a dark room to watch a couple of videotapes with me.
It was a videotape of her mother’s affair with George, and her mother, who thought she was being secretive, had her every move caught on videotape. Watching her mother dance with George in his home, the show was of course about the White Swan and the Prince, and at the end the White Swan fell to her knees at the feet of the Prince and sucked his prick. There was no such play in the show!
Seeing my annoyance, Grandpa clapped his hands, the door opened for a moment and quickly closed again, and a woman slid in and without a word unzipped my nearly bursting crotch and gave me a blowjob. I took advantage of the afterglow of the videotape to see the woman’s face clearly, and it turned out to be my other dream girl, Yu Wen!
Watching the video of my mother lying underneath George sobbing with excitement while enjoying Yuvin’s marvelous sex service, I soon squirted. After I sprayed I had a moment of clarity in my head and my admiration for my grandfather reached the point of fear.
Your father has a good eye, Grandpa said without haste, Your mother is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and sultry, sexy. After a pause, Grandpa continued, I have wanted to ride her on my crotch for a long time. Grandpa saw a hint of madness flashing in my eyes and laughed: I have at least hundreds of ways to make your mother willingly copulate with me, but I haven’t implemented one so far, the main reason is for your sake. For me? I was taken aback.
She’s your mother and I’m not going to fuck her without your permission. Grandpa said.
I’m kind of flattered.
Grandpa is 66 years old and has very little time left to have fun, so today you have a decision to make. Next Grandpa said something that I will remember for the rest of my life, will you share your mother with me? At this point the screen showed a large close-up of the mother’s face, her face crying with excitement, her hot kisses raining down on George’s ugly cock. Indeed like grandpa said, mother is the best, and now in my heart is completely filled with love and hate for my mother, Yuvin is not even worth mentioning.
If she can wail lewdly under the body of a stinking prince, why can’t it be me?
I made the first major decision of my life, I promised my grandfather that I would share my mother with him. I was surprised that Grandpa didn’t care what my father thought, perhaps in his mind, my mother was also the most sacred?
The next thing that was hard to believe was that my grandfather, who was the godfather of the triad, had planned it out with me in great detail.
Judging by her mother’s propensity to have sex, the fact that she could fall to her knees in agony at the feet of a teenage, not-worth-a-dollar actor showed that she had an extremely strong desire to be offended. And the fact that every time she had sex with George she had already had several orgasms after sucking George’s cock showed that she was a very intensely sensual woman. Grandpa analyzed the situation in detail and I saw a green light flashing in his eyes.
So to truly capture my mother’s heart was that I had to be a prince as well, a true prince over George.
Grandpa came to this conclusion.
I was shocked when my grandfather then added, From today on, you will live in my house and I will hire you the best ballet teacher in America. I almost fainted, wasn’t that going to be a long time away from my mother?
You will learn later, my son, that what you don’t get is the best. Grandpa sighed, and it was in my plan for both you and I to take possession of your mother in a different guise that would give us a lasting and fresh thrill. I listened dumbfounded, my mind numb, unable to think of the face I would put on to make my mother wail at my feet, a ballet prince?
And in the future, in your life, you will maintain a high level of respect for your mother, who gave birth to you, and that is the main thing. No matter how slutty she may be at your crotch in the future, that is only one side of everyone’s dual personality; and her other side will always be Little John’s holy mother. Grandpa’s face seemed to glow with a divine light as he finished the sentence. I nodded my head as if I understood, and let the almighty grandfather arrange everything!
Grandpa was going to take me away for a year, and even my father couldn’t stop him, and he probably knew that Grandpa was going to raise me to be his successor, so he was in favor of it. Mom wasn’t having it, and she wrapped her arms around me and cried all night. My heart, however, was filled with a kind of vengeful pleasure, burying my head in her broad chest, sniffing her gentle body scent, and almost getting drunk.
Sweetie, Mommy will visit you once a week. Don’t you forget about Mommy! So are you going to go and have kinky sex with George every night? I thought viciously in my mind.
When my mom saw that I was silent, she thought that I was as upset as she was and hugged me and cried harder.
When I arrived at my grandfather’s house, I was greeted with hell. I had to practice the basics of ballet for 10 hours a day.
Grandpa purposely let me know that he was watching Mother and George live every night without letting me take a peek. I was so tired that I didn’t even have the sense to fight it, usually falling back to sleep after practicing and getting up the next day to continue.
My mother came to see me every Sunday, and my grandfather only allowed me to see her for an hour, not letting her know that I was practicing her old skills, of course.
My mother, moisturized by George, became more and more voluptuous, with a kind of spring in the corners of her eyes that made my heart itch. Every time my mother left, I practiced like crazy until I was exhausted.
Perhaps I had the ballet factor inherited from my mother, and my ballet skills had skyrocketed to the point where even the best ballet teacher in the country was raving about it, though he would never have guessed that the reason for stimulating an eight-year-old to play hard to get ballet practice was to rape his mother.
After half a year, I had become the little prince of ballet, and my ballet teacher boasted to my grandfather that I was the best ballet dancer of my age in the United States. Grandpa was so pleased that he rewarded him with 100,000 dollars on the spot.
See, there is nothing you can’t do if you want to do something. Grandpa looked at me, who was even walking on my toes, and said with a smile.
Grandpa, I feel like a prince now. I came up empty and did the splits.
Good. Now we can surprise your mother, my Arabian prince. So I became an Arabian prince who could dance ballet.
The delicate human skin mask doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all on my face, and in the mirror I have the same handsome face as the teenage Viktor, which is my alias, and which I know my mother is about to see.
Chapter 2: Dual Personality
Grandpa, the great director, arranged every scene without panic. First my mother received tickets to George’s ballet competition, which I of course entered.
Since I’m not much different than a 15 year old teenager, I signed up for the 15-20 year old division and raced George.
I knew I had to win because Grandpa had assured me that George was not a pawn in his steps, it was only because he had instructed no one else to bother George that George had so peacefully dominated my mother for almost a year. If I lost, Grandpa and I would have wasted the last six months and would have to start all over again.
I know I will win because I have an infinite love for my mother, a love that is far beyond George’s reach.
I performed a brand new Prince with my fervor for my mother’s love, and even my grandfather said later that he couldn’t believe it, that my performance on stage made his blood boil. The judges unanimously gave me full marks.
The morale of George, who came on stage after me, suffered, and although I could see my mother looking at him expectantly, this was not the ballet she and George had been lusting after at home.
George was only listed at #4, and I think he and I both realized at the same time the evils of indulging in lust.
A few days afterward, a grand ballet performance was held, and I continued to perform flawlessly. My mother was there for every performance, and I could see her curious and expectant eyes as I received flowers from the audience.
After the loss, George no longer looked like a prince, but like a tyrant. His mother was not as passionate as she used to be when she danced ballet with him, and naturally she did not cry with excitement when she was held down by her head for oral sex.
Although my mother was a watery woman, she wasn’t the kind of woman who could afford to let go. Grandpa told me that this was another one of the things he admired about my mother, that she was soft on the outside but strong on the inside.
George seems to have forgotten the difference between his status and that of his mother, and when she demurely and nobly asks him out one day to tell him that it’s all over, he threatens her that he has a videotape of them having sex, and demands that she pay a million dollars for it.
The mother hated herself for being blind, but she didn’t hesitate to sign a check for one million dollars. Watching George greedily take the huge check, the mother walked out of the restaurant without looking back, never wanting to look at the man again.
Of course, greed didn’t end well for George; in fact, he couldn’t get any videotape at all under his grandfather’s close scrutiny.
Back home, my mother cried bitterly like a little girl, the perfect image of a prince in her mind was completely shattered, I think at this moment in her mind, will not come to my Vit’s face?
After a few days, the mother was a little apprehensive when she did not receive the videotape from George. She went to George’s house and realized that he had disappeared, and the mother left George’s house with a question.
Then came Grandpa’s second play.
The brilliant ballet dancer that I was belonged, of course, to the most famous ballet company in town, the Prince’s Ballet, which was the one in my father’s hands, and my mother could come to the box at the theater any time she wanted to see me perform. I danced with great fervor whenever my mother was around, until one day she asked me to meet her backstage.
What happened next was beyond my mother’s wildest dreams, and not even mine, as Grandpa, the great director, gave me another surprise.
I was in the middle of a big Arabian palace, and I really became an Arabian prince.
Mother was at this time taken into a room, through the glass of which the beauties of the nations could be seen prostrate at my feet, kissing the tops of my shoes; while I was on my knees, kowtowing to the Arabian princes-actually to my grandfather.
After I selected one of the beauties, the others retreated to Grandpa’s side.
The beautiful woman’s name was Shizuko, Japanese, and she was around 25 years old. She was already so excited that she was sobbing when she helped me remove my robe and exposed my white cock.
I was only 10 years old and my pubic hair hadn’t grown yet, but my penis was already 10 centimeters long when erect, and the body and glans still retained their creamy color, which alone, I think, would have made my mother adore me to no end.
While Shizuko was sucking my cock, Grandpa also picked out a giallo, and that giallo sat on top of Grandpa so that he could enjoy the pleasure without having to move. Of course, they were positioned horizontally so that Grandpa could turn his head and watch Shizuko suck my cock.
This is a very important part of Grandpa’s arrangement.
After the show, I went to my mother’s room and handed her a note that read: If you go to the palace, you will have to abide by this rule: there is no freedom during sexual intercourse. Here, the fulfillment of the sexual desires of princes and kings was paramount. I played the role of a silent teenager, for one thing, because I was afraid that my mother would hear me, and also to reinforce her sense of awe.
The mother, who had lost herself long ago, of course chose to go to the palace.
Afterwards an Arab governor told my mother all the rules of the place, that the women were usually free, but could not have sex with anyone else, and that they must save their sexual desires for Saturday, a day when they would be gathered in the palace and reduced to sex slavery. I think my mother must have been relieved to hear this, because Sunday was the time she visited me at my grandfather’s house.
I used to protest to my grandfather that there was only one Saturday a week, wasn’t that a bit too little?
That way she can not lose herself and balance reality and fantasy. I don’t want to ruin a caring mother for you, Grandpa said. I can only look forward to next Saturday.
The next day was Sunday, and when my mother came to see me, I noticed a kind of confused anticipation in her eyes and thought that my grandfather was right.
Grandpa made an exception for us all day today, and I pestered my mom to take me to Disneyland, where the sunshine and affection of the day finally brought a loving and cheerful smile to my mother’s face.
Saturday has finally arrived.
Early in the morning my mother drove to the palace, she had deliberately dressed up very nicely today, wearing her new high heels.
The yellow shoes weren’t technically sandals; in them, my mother looked very stuffy with two toes showing on each foot and the insteps of her feet split into two exposed pieces.
But when she arrived in the palace, her mother realized that all the dressing was for nothing. She was stripped naked, re-bathed and even cleansed by a special person, and only allowed to drink some fruit juice during the day.
The mother looked in the mirror, anxious but afraid of the night, and told the servants if they could give her some powder to hide the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but they all looked like they were deaf and mute, and no one paid any attention to her at all.
Finally, it was evening. Mother saw her evening gown, a White Swan ballet outfit. Mother was too surprised to speak, but she put on the costume anyway, and by then her vagina was wet, as this was her favorite and most familiar sexual foreplay.
But the mother realized there were no ballet slippers, and on the floor were her new, stuffy shoes.
Her mother stood in the center of the hall in such a strange dress, and it was only at this moment that she realized how peculiar her dress was; all the other beautiful women were naked, barefoot, and naked, but with heavily painted faces, and her mother was the only one who was unadorned. She felt at once as if she were hugging a needle, and she would rather be as naked as they were than in this comical tutu. And she wondered if she was being too presumptuous. For any of the beautiful women here were young and amazingly beautiful. She thought to herself that she should be the only woman here over the age of 25.
The mother struggled to get behind the girls and suddenly realized she was surrounded by naked women.
There’s no need to hide, you’re the princess tonight. The king’s majestic yet kind voice.
The mother’s mind was blank at the moment, and she could only follow the king’s orders.
Princess, perform a white swan dance with our prince! Let me see if you are the real White Swan he says you are. After hearing this, my mother almost fainted again. Although she had never let go of ballet, it had become her pre-sex play, which was not at all elegant, and besides, she was dancing with the newest prince of the ballet.
This was Grandpa’s psychological warfare, reducing his mother from her former high and mighty noblewoman to a sex slave, and further exposing her shortcomings and humiliating her.
I wrapped my arms around my shaky mother and began our first dance.
It’s something I’ve dreamed of, dancing with my mother, and in my heart I’m a million times more grateful to my grandfather for making me a true prince.
My mother’s ill-footed ballet shoes and her slightly rusty dancing skills clearly couldn’t keep up with my brisk steps, and she was so upset that she was on the verge of tears when she saw the naked women next to her whispering together.
I suddenly lifted her up and threw her up in the air, and the next move she made was that big split in the air from the photo hanging in my room, which my mother had mesmerized the hearts of countless men back in the day when she did it, including my father.
The mother mustered her courage, for she believed that she would have no difficulty in accomplishing the great split, and that she could even do more than 180 degrees.
There was a giggle, and just as her mother was finishing the maneuver with a flourish, she suddenly heard this horrible sound, followed by a chill in her lower body.
I caught my mother around the waist and lowered her down to her feet, where she habitually stood on her toes, when suddenly she realized that everyone was staring at her lower body. She looked down and saw that her snow-white ballet pants had split down the middle, becoming a veritable crotchless panty, with her mother’s silky pubic hair exposed as if to mock her ugliness.
The noble mother had never been humiliated in this way, and she fell into my arms, covered her face with her hands, and wept bitterly. Suddenly there was silence all around, my mother moved her palms away, and found that the beautiful women had all moved to the side of the prince, and no one was looking at her with a kind of teasing look anymore, but rather with envious and jealous eyes.
Only the prince and her remained in the center of the entire hall. The prince had let go of the hand that held him and stood alone in the center of the hall, waiting for her to serve him.
My mother cried and knelt before me, unable to tell if she was aggravated or agitated, and with trembling hands, yet skillfully, she removed my ballet pants. It was all practiced from George! It made the pity I had just felt for her vanish, and evoked a relentless lust for her.
The mother’s heart raged with motherhood when she saw the teenager’s white penis; it was so white and helpless, not ugly at all, and the engorged glans seemed to want to talk to her about its loneliness. The mother opened her mouth and took in the quivering penis.
In that split second I almost melted, I was a lonely teenager at this point, and I just stood erect, letting only my cock and my mother’s lips make silent communication. My mother became my sex slave from then on, and I returned home to relish the motherly love that she had doubled for me.
Of course I had to honor my agreement with Grandpa, which was accomplished simply by deliberately not choosing my mother for several sex parties, when all she had to do was sit on top of Grandpa and watch other women take my cock. This caused her a great deal of heartache, but gave Grandpa and me great pleasure.
My mother’s renewed youth re-enchanted my father, and my mother was very conflicted because the teenage prince would not allow her to have sex with anyone else, including her husband. Still, mother could not resist her father’s onslaught and returned to his bed, and I could hear her moans of pleasure every night.
The mother was full of the idea that her lovemaking with her father could be hidden from her prince, and she felt an extra sense of guilt during her intercourse with him, which made her even more aroused.
At the climax of one day’s round-the-clock sexual intercourse with the prince, the mother suddenly sees her father bound behind glass, and the prince whispers in her ear: you have betrayed me, and therefore shall be an Arab sex slave for all eternity. In desperation, the mother reaches an unprecedented peak.
Mother truly became a sex slave, kidnapped to a ship where she was gang raped by several black slaves. Of course, I was the only one who ended up penetrating my mother.
The new owner put a clitoral ring on her mother’s clitoris, which was so stimulated that it became as thick as her pinky finger. The master said it would fetch a good price on the slave market.
The uncertainty of her future had made my mother lustful, and I only had to tease her clitoris a few times with my toes to bring her to orgasm.
My heart was filled with love for my mother as she sat straddling my cock with a black cloth over her eyes, shaking her head vigorously and fluttering her long hair.
In the sex slave market, mother was stripped naked auction, according to the pre-planning, I – Prince Witte appeared to make her sob, I and an Arab sheikh black dragon bidding, he unexpectedly called for 10 million dollars, I did not have enough cash with me, I have no choice but to give up, mother fainted on the stage at once.
This time even Grandpa didn’t anticipate the change.
A hellish life of sex slavery awaited her mother, who grew more and more emaciated by the day.
But one day the Black Dragon took him to a mirror, and after pressing a button, the mirror became glass, and she saw the Black Dragon’s new captor, the teenage boy Viktor. The mother cried out in pain and had to commit herself to the Black Dragon.
I became a sex slave in the palace of a real Arabian king to save my mother, as she had done, and that gave her a leg up in life.
The Black Dragon liked to play a perverted game where he made the up-eyed Veit look for his mother, and Veit could often be quite right in touching her, and every time she did, she lost all her strength and collapsed in Veit’s arms. On several occasions, the mother’s heart cracked as she watched Viktor walk past her. Choosing the wrong person, Viktor could only watch as his mother was raped by the black dragon, while he himself was tied up in a ball, even with his cock, and raped by the other women.
At night, however, the black dragon always dominates her mother, making her pay for her to share her bed.
Watching my mother balance as best she could in the face of extreme adversity, surviving unrelentingly, I understood the greatness of a woman.
My mother encouraged me to make an escape, saying that even if I died, I would have no regrets. I asked her if she remembered her own son, John Jr. The mother said that she was doing this precisely for her own John Jr.
My mother and I stole two horses and escaped, and our pursuers came up behind us, and my mother, who was not a good rider, lost her horse’s cries as she crossed a dirt barn, and was overturned on the ground, and two of her ribs were broken, and with a burst of strength she didn’t know where she got it from, she hissed, “Run! Viktor, leave me alone. Behind the black dragon’s poisonous whip rolled away the mother’s tattered blouse, but my whip curled around the mother’s body, the mother at this time to use all the strength of the whole body, empty a split forward leap. I saw the strong desire for survival in my mother’s eyes and my fervent love for me, I was dazzled and hurried to catch my mother.
To die we die together. I firmly wrapped my mother in my arms and she hugged me tightly, never letting go again.
The Black Dragon’s men surrounded us, but the Black Dragon was stumped, he was obviously making an agonizing choice, and the stunning gesture that Mother had just made had struck through the Black Dragon’s mind like a bolt of lightning. He closed his eyes and uttered a passage for the interpreter to convey to us.
A woman with a soul as vivid and beautiful as Maria’s deserves to be free, and Allah will surely not forgive me for strangling such a soul. I will always remember that scene just now in my heart, and I am proud to have ever had such a woman. The Black Dragon suddenly raised his head to the sky with a wild roar and left with his men and horses like the wind.
The men sent by my grandfather to meet us soon found us, and since my mother could not fly due to her serious injuries, we had to go back by boat.
Along the way, Little John’s picture and my love became the support that kept my mother alive, and I aided her healing with hot kisses and my semen, which miraculously led to a quick recovery.
Life went back to normal, and the mother returned home to find that nothing had changed, except that her husband loved her more. Her son had also grown strong, and she hugged little John as if it were a lifetime ago.
For days at a time, my mother did not let my father sleep in her room, but slept with me. We often woke up from nightmares, and my mother assumed that I had gotten it during the year she had been missing, and felt more and more guilty about me.
By Saturday, the mother, freshly dressed, arrived at the palace and was greeted by the open crotch tutu and the stuffy shoes. The teenage Viktor was still so lonely, with more than a few vicissitudes on his face.
After the two of them danced together to the song of the Prince and the White Swan, the mother remained on her knees and used her tongue to communicate silently with the teenager’s penis. The teenager’s penis had a little more masculine dignity, and in the mother’s mouth, it seemed to speak of endless love. Silently shedding hot tears, the mother slowly opened herself to the teenager’s entry.
When the teenager made love to his mother, he told her that she could have sex with her husband in the future. The mother cries over the fact that the teenager has become still more understanding and serves the teenager harder.
The mother returned home and gave her father tacit permission to share her bed that night. Watching them make love intensely, it probably wouldn’t have occurred to me how it was a gift from their son. Listening to my mother’s moans of pleasure, I smiled and went to sleep.
Since then, my mother has had three males closest to her in her life, me, Junior Witte and my father.
But how could the mother not guess what was going on in the mind of the teenage Viktor, and why did he share that experience with her? To have to occasionally choose other beauties to break her heart among the many beauties every Saturday, to make her watch other women take the teenager’s cock while she herself was raped by the princes, even though it also made her feel the thrill of having her motherhood and her sexuality stuffed in her chest at the same time.
She didn’t know it was an agreement between Grandpa and me.
Except for Saturdays, for the rest of the week, Maria was a competent wife and mother. She still enjoys cooking for the family and her smile is still as bright as the sun. Mother is getting more and more beautiful.
In her mother’s mind, her secret with Junior Witte was the most private of all.