lilithcavaliere2nd erome，A memory of a mother-in-law's past [Author： Little Wild Boar of Wind]

lilithcavaliere2nd erome，A memory of a mother-in-law's past [Author： Little Wild Boar of Wind]
A memory of a mother-in-law's past [Author： Little Wild Boar of Wind]
A memory of a mother-in-law's past [Author: Little Wild Boar of Wind]

　　(one)

　　I think many people have Oedipus complex when they were young, but the degree is different.Many people have different experiences. Some families are more open, while others are much more conservative in comparison. Parents’ love for their children is also different. The reasons for incest are also different, but one thing must be the same, that is, the mother’s love for her children.I believe that all mothers in the world regard their children as their flesh in their hearts.

　　I know that many wolf friends may ask me, since you know that your mother loves you, how could you have sex with your biological mother?To be honest, I don’t have an accurate answer, and I know that it is incest and that shouldn’t have happened, but I know that I love my mother, everything happens so naturally in my eyes that I can’t find a very special experience to start describing it.

　　I believe that those who are sons also love their mother deeply, a mother who gave birth to me and raised me.And I, a son who is so ordinary in reality that he encountered too many small-probability events with my mother, so the story between me and my mother slowly began.

　　My mother was born in a scholarly family in the 1960s. She studied the Four Books and Five Classics with her father since she was a child and was influenced by traditional culture. When she grew up, she was slightly higher in education than ordinary people, and she came into contact with some open minds in college. Later, after her work was assigned, she married her father with primary school culture.My father is not as incompetent or violent as he writes in some erotic articles, and likes to beat his wife, although he only has elementary school education.My parents came together as traditional matchmakers. Maybe at the beginning, my mother liked it because my father looked sunny and looked handsome. In addition, my father's conditions were really poor at that time. I clearly remember that when I could remember, there was still no lamp at home, nor the kind of cement stairs. At that time, when I went upstairs at home at night, my mother hugged me and climbed up the bamboo ladder, and the house was indescribable.The family barely relies on my father's carpenter work and my mother's salary to maintain the family income, but my parents' spoiled me as much as any parent born in the 1980s. In addition to the slightly worse accommodation conditions in my childhood, other conditions such as snacks, toys toys, clothes and shoes were all things that many children had never thought about at that time. Of course, I was not showing off anything, I just gave an example to illustrate my parents' spoiling me and excessive spoiling me.

　　Due to the reform and opening up and the hard work of my parents, the conditions in our family have improved day by day. As many people remember, at that time, my house also renovated its house, no longer a house without stairs before. Soon, I left my mother's warm embrace and climbed upstairs alone on the solid and cold stairs.When I was a child, I grabbed my mother's breasts with my little hands. The scene of watching my mother climbing the bamboo ladder was forever preserved in my mind, like a branding. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why I have such a heavy Oedipus complex many years later.

　　Before I entered elementary school, I still slept with my parents. I occasionally saw the scenes of my parents having sex, but I was too young at the time and didn’t know it was sex. I didn’t have some evil thoughts, so I remembered them very vaguely. The only thing that I remembered was that in winter, my mother was afraid that I would be cold, so she would stuff my feet between her legs to keep warm, so that since my father asked me to sleep alone, I spent several winters when I missed my mother’s legs.

　　Children born in the 1980s are precocious, and I am no exception. In the fourth grade of elementary school, I have already played pranks for girls in the class with naughty boys in the class. To put it bluntly, it is just a tease when I grow up.The primary school is not far from home, it is about 100 meters away.At that time, my mother liked to listen to popular songs played on the tape recorder. When I was about to graduate from elementary school, I often bought tapes of pop songs for my mother. After lunch, I went home after school and listened to music with my mother. When my mother was in a good mood, she could hum a paragraph.Once, I took the first place in the class in the exam and went home with a certificate. When I was listening to the song at noon, my mother praised me, hugged me happily, kissed me on my forehead, and scented me on my right face for three or four seconds.It was just a mother-son intimate action, but I deeply wrote it down because I felt a very sweet feeling at that time.

　　After entering high school, my academic performance has become less excellent than I used to be in elementary school, but I am still at the forefront of the class.But my mother did not satisfy my ranking, and her discipline on me became stricter. Her image as a gentle mother in my mind was greatly reduced.I remember that at that time, she began to ask teachers and parents of students, and then found some tutoring classes and tutors for me that suit me. Later, I thought that I felt sorry for all parents in the world. However, at that time, I was at the age of rebellion and always did not do what my mother wanted, and sometimes even said badly and contradicted my mother.Once, my mother was so angry that she tricked me into the room and locked the door to prevent me from running away. Then she took out the broom behind the door and hit my butt with a broom. I can't remember the importance of it now. I only remember when I was confused and looked back, it was my mother who hit me, and I didn't even believe in my eyes.

　　I didn't cry, but my mother was tired of beating and scolding me. She sat on the chair next to me and scolded me. To be precise, she wanted to inspire me to study. As she talked, my mother felt more and more that I didn't make any contribution to her and started crying. It was the first time I saw my mother crying, and it was the only time I had ever seen my mother cry in my life. I admit that I was extremely proud at that time, but I couldn't bear the sadness that my mother had infected me, and I cried too.I don’t know if I had fallen in love with my mother at that time, but from that time on, I began to study harder.Of course, there is no hobby indiscriminately.I remember the first time I came into contact with pornographic novels was because of my cousin.When I was in high school, a cousin who was about the age of marriage lived at my house. I was not very clear about the specific reasons for living in my house. I vaguely remember that she was in love with a boy, and the family opposed it.After she elopes with her later cousin-law, she leaves behind several books, which were originally hidden by her mother. Because of the curiosity of the children, I found them in a shabby box.I believe that many girls are lustful because I know that my cousin also likes to read these yellow books, which clearly state her name. If I could find those books now and threaten her, I don’t know what she would think. Haha, of course, this is only limited to fantasy. She is not very different from her mother’s age. She seems to be only 7 or 8 years old, but she is not good at maintenance. Unlike her mother, since her family’s conditions improved, she has become more and more popular. As I grow older, she has seen more and more maintenance books and medicines at home.Let’s return to the theme. Let’s talk about that yellow book. Actually, now I think about it. In this information age with developed Internet information, that yellow book is much inferior to any yellow book now. The pictures in the comics are not painted with private parts or black, and the verbal dialogue is also very subtle. It is undeniable that for me who is entering puberty, their impact is no less than that of star collisions.So, I entered my adolescence under their sexual enlightenment and those aphrodisiac leaflets.

　　Then during puberty, I have a big difference with many people.For example, my childhood friend who grew up with me told me that he liked the girl who was one year lower than us. I told him that I had a crush on the music teacher in our elementary school. He expressed his confusion, but I didn’t have a definite answer to him. One day after I grew up, I browsed the web and suddenly realized that it was a manifestation of the Oedipus complex. I suddenly realized that I didn’t know if my childhood friend had a question in my heart. Do I think of my mother every day?The teacher didn't take the physiology class seriously at all. At that time, the science teacher was a male teacher who had just graduated. Based on my life experience, I guess he had only a slight understanding of physiology. Because it was a long time after I graduated from college that I realized that women would still bleed after having children and having knots. Menopause was only available after the age of fifty or sixty, but I didn't know it at the time.Once, the toilet in my own room was out of paper, so I went to my parents' room.After untiing my hands, I suddenly saw the sanitary napkin that my mother changed into a paper tube. If I were now, I might not have any evil thoughts, but it was adolescence at that time and I was full of curiosity about women's physiology, and evil thoughts instantly defeated me.

　　I found my mother's underwear in my parents' bathroom, imagining her mother's appearance, gently putting her underwear on her big cock and pressing it. It felt very comfortable and comfortable. After a while, I suddenly felt a little urge to urinate. I thought it must be what the biobook said. I suddenly had the urge to ejaculate the semen on my mother's underwear, wondering if my mother would get pregnant because of this, but I was still afraid that my mother would find out. I hurriedly folded my big cock with my hands. In this way, I used my mother's underwear to complete the first masturbation in my life.

　　(two)

　　To be honest, while sharing my memories of the past with everyone, my account has changed from level 1 to level 2. I am so happy. When I finish writing my memories, of course, not only my mother, I also have to write down the memories of me and my wife. After writing, I guess my account will become more advanced. The browsing permission will be greater, and I am fantasizing again... The same old saying is that people born in the 1980s are all flirting humans, very lustful and suspenseful. My wife is a typical example.Yesterday I finished writing that small part and showed it to my wife. Before going to bed at night, my wife kept making fun of me. I patted my wife's butt and said, "In the future, my son will go to steal your underwear, just wait." My wife said nothing, probably because she was fantasizing about it. After a while, my wife turned around and stroked my big cock up and down and said to me, "I want it." I turned on the light and asked, "Who was making fun of me just now, and I fantasized about my son?" My wife was embarrassed and buried her face in my arms... I gave some small materials to the wolf friends to try it out, and at the same time I also thanked the moderator for her advice and support from the wolf friends. Next, I will continue to write my memories from the last time.

　　After masturbating with my mother's underwear, I felt like I had tasted the most delicious food in the world. The stimulation and fun brought to me, both sensory and psychologically, far exceeded any game console or toy I had played before. It was precisely because I got huge pleasure and satisfaction on my mother's underwear that in the days that followed, I would go to my parents' bathroom in the name of unarmed hands almost every day at noon. For this reason, I also found a reason to match adult IQ, which was to use my own bathroom toilet to defecate, which often splashed dirty water and splashed on my butt.My mother believed it deeply, and after I aggrievedly accused my bathroom toilet, she strongly encouraged me to go to her bathroom.The mother naturally would not have thought that a teenage child would have such a strong interest in his biological mother's underwear, and she would not have thought that his son was step by step closer to his life castle in the Oedipus complex.

　　In this way, with the encouragement of my mother, I used my mother's underwear to vent my love for my mother. It was during the masturbation that my feelings for my mother gradually began to twist and deform. Gradually, I occasionally fantasized about my mother's body when I was holding my mother's underwear to slowly developing no matter what readings and pictures that can arouse human feelings in life, the first woman I think of is my mother.During this period, with my father's careless temperament, I must have never noticed these actions, but I was not sure whether my mother had noticed them.

　　There is a saying that when I walk by the river often, I can’t help my shoes. I don’t always control my every move when I feel extremely excited.Later, I began to like to use my mother's various soft clothes and bras to wrap my big cock with my big cock for thrusting. This movement inevitably caused the water from my big cock to wet them. One noon I saw a purple bra hanging on the balcony.Based on my experience of going in and out of my parents' bathroom many times and knowing the color of my mother's clothes well, I knew it was my mother's only purple bra. The day before, it was still lying quietly in my mother's clothes basket... It might also be that my mother was preparing to change it and forgot to put it in the washing basin. I comforted myself like this at that time.

　　But later I thought that my mother probably noticed it. The liquid was sticky and when she was worn around her, the temperature could be seen through the skin. Experienced women could know whether it was water or secretions when they touched it.However, my mother never asked me, nor did she give any warnings or reminders, and I never dared to tell my mother that I was masturbating with my mother's clothes at that time. My mother would definitely annoy me, because she always thought it was her own reason, which misled me on this path.Of course, she is not rejected by her own reasons. My mother is a typical talented woman in Jiangnan. She is not only gentle and charming, but also soft and sweet. In addition, she has paid great attention to maintenance earlier, so it does have great lethality for me, an otaku who has a strong Oedipus complex, but the fundamental reason lies in me.I was worried that when I told her this, she felt that she had made a mistake in my education, rather than the reasons she had imagined, which made her unable to accept for the moment.My mother is a woman with a high-minded personality. Sometimes she is quite arrogant. There are some things that she likes to analyze and find answers in the way she thinks about problems. If others tell her that her answer is wrong, she will continue to argue with others. After a long time, she can still be upset. However, such a situation is a minority. In most cases, everyone in her life circle knows that she is such a person.(I don’t know if the explanation here makes sense. Anyway, my mother probably thinks that my adolescence and her appearance will make me have unfair thoughts about her, not because I am a person with a strong Oedipus complex).

　　In this way, the days passed day by day. I remember one time, because human sperm was on the brain, I didn't care whether the big cock was hurt or not. In addition, I wrapped my mother's bra and didn't pay attention to the scale of pulling it. After the climax, I pulled the foreskin and saw that the foreskin slightly behind the glans was actually pulled and separated by me. The entire glans was exposed, with a little blood red. It looked quite scary, but it didn't bleed. At that time, I didn't dare to tell my parents that after a few days, the scar on the glans was healed. It was from that time that the big cock began to grow bigger. Later, the front head could be exposed with my mother's bra. Then, slowly, the big cock began to get used to my mother's clothes, and it often took a long time to come out.

　　Next, you can guess half of it based on your years of masturbation experience. When you are not satisfied with the stimulation that something brings to you, will you start looking for something that will make you more fascinated and excited? I know the answer. In terms of being good, this is human nature. A person’s desires will never be truly satisfied.Speaking of level, I can't help but think of many, many high-level events in the Celestial Empire.Today, Guo Degang's disciples beat the reporter again, but Guo Degang's explanation was completely beyond my expectations. Guo Degang said that the person who beat the man was a temporary worker, which made people think of some public departments of the Celestial Dynasty. The truth behind major events always had amazing coincidences: the vegetable farmers in Henan caused the urban management to overturn the stall and were beaten. The relevant departments clarified that the person who beat the man was a temporary worker; the Zhejiang Red Cross Society had 8 million charity supplies in stock last year, but the warehouse did not find a thing worth 800 yuan. The relevant person in charge said that it was a fake account made by the temporary cashier; the fire in Shanghai was caused by temporary workers; the Sichuan "Civilized Inspection Team" smashed the entertainment venues, and it was done by the temporary driver of the department... There are still many temporary workers, are there any pain?I feel very upset because this reason is so good, much better than the reason I went to my mother's bathroom. It left 1.3 billion people speechless. If the people who gave this reason are not good, why are they still arrogant and striking... I will not comment on what they have done, so let's get back to the point.

　　After I was not satisfied with using my mother's clean clothes for indecent use, I began to secretly find my mother's secret place to hide her private belongings, and also started to go to the balcony to find the underwear that my mother wanted to change.The first time I saw my mother changing her underwear in the washing basin, I felt like a treasure because the balcony was very light and I was afraid that someone would happen to see it, so I immediately pinched it into a ball and walked into the bathroom.In the bathroom, I couldn't wait to press it on my nose and took a deep breath, but I couldn't smell much. It was not as heavy as some erotic articles wrote, it had a heavy smell. Maybe my mother changed it more frequently.I spread it out and exposed the piece of my crotch. I suddenly became excited and saw my mother's secretions.I touched it with my fingers and it was already dry. The color was a little white against the background of the black underwear. Under the lights of different angles, you could vaguely see the reflective and shiny part.

　　I took off my pants and wrapped my big cock with the part of my mother's crotch. I imagined my mother's body and quickly started stroking it.After a while, I still felt that I was not happy enough. Looking at the peony patterns on my mother's underwear, I couldn't suppress my excitement and felt very entertained.So I took off all my pants, put them on the toilet lid, and slowly put my mother's underwear on.My mother's underwear was so small that it tightly tied my lower body. While I was imagining my mother squeezing my big cock with her lower body, she slid her hands up and down in the position of her big cock, which made me feel the greatest psychological stimulation.After a while, I had the urge to ejaculate, and wanted to not ejaculate on my mother's underwear... I was extremely evil at that time, so I endured the urge to ejaculate, took off my mother's underwear again, aimed the crotch of my underwear at the urethra, and then increased the speed. In less than half a minute, I happily sent the essence to the place closest to my mother.After finishing, I took a tissue to clean up the excessive semen on it. Although it was still a large area of ??wet, I didn't care because I thought that if the sperm had strong vitality, it would bring my longing for my mother into my body, and then confide in the place where my mother was born to me and talk about her feelings and excitement after returning.I put my mother's underwear in the original position, and I specially folded it up according to the original shape I recorded. Now, I think about it, I was really childish at that time. If my mother touched it with her hands before washing, she would definitely have discovered it. But at that time, I naively thought that as long as the shape was the same as before, my mother would not have discovered it... As for the result, of course, my mother did not find it, otherwiselilithcavaliere2nd erome , with the attitude of my mother at that time, she would definitely beat me up and educate me hard in the posture of her mother, so naturally, what happened later would not have happened.

　　(three)

　　Having written this, let’s give you a starter to tell me the story of my wife and I.

　　If you look at it seriously, you will find out why I still share the memories I wrote with my wife.

　　In fact, my wife knows about me and my mother, which may sound hard to imagine, but it is true.

　　My wife and I are college classmates. The university I studied in is in a small city in the mainland. The environment, transportation and other conditions are not very good, and the consumption level is also relatively low. When filling out the application form, I randomly filled in there.My wife's actual age is 2 years older than me. Actually, I didn't know when I was dating because she was my classmate in the same grade. I thought she would be as old as me, and she looked much younger than me.Later I found out that she had studied Gao Fu and had been studying for two years, and then I was deceived by the appearance of this little fairy.

　　My mother once visited me alone when I was in college, and by the way, she traveled with me on a famous mountain in the city next to me.My wife met my mother at that time and told me that my mother was very young and didn’t look like my biological mother at all, but like an older sister.We had been in a relationship for two years and were almost so attached that we wanted to get a marriage certificate right away.My wife is an evil woman who likes heavy tastes. She often discusses things like crazy fucking and incest with me.After returning from traveling with my mother, my wife and I had just finished doing it in the hotel. My wife might have noticed that my semen was less or thinner than usual, so she suddenly asked, "Husband, are you and your mother who are that..." (She called her name, and I directly replaced her here). I was shocked. This girl was usually nervous, but why was her head so bright at this time, and quickly lied and said, "Why are you so evil? That's my mother, you're also fantasized." When my wife heard me say this, she also joked to me, "What's wrong with my mother? The charm is still there. I think you can't miss her when you were a child." The joke was a joke, but when I was just in my mind, I was sexually excited, and I pretended to joke, "It's not just fantasized. How many pairs of her underwear and how many colors are all in my control."The little fairy was indeed evil and immediately began to let me tell her unyieldingly.I made up a few false incidents to perfunctorily treat her. Who knew that my wife was not satisfied and asked me to continue talking.As I was talking, I became passionate about being fantasized and started to tell the truth.After I said two or three more things, my wife suddenly interrupted me and asked, "You have a good time with your mother." I didn't know what I was thinking at the time, so I told her the truth.The little goblin is so amazing that she called me "husband" tiredly, touching her big cock. I looked at her expression in heat and reached out to touch her lower body. Only then did I find that the little goblin is flooding. The first time I was so flooding... I don't know how my wife accepted that her man had sex with his mother, maybe because she loved me, and what she most hoped for was my love for her. In the end, she chose to marry me, a woman who gave birth to me and raised me, and devoted most of her life to nurture me and a woman who would accompany me to old age. They all loved me deeply. It can be said that I am the happiest, and there is also sexual blessings... My wife wrote this in advance, and I received the topic below.

　　By the way, last time I took my mother to replace her underwear that I had not had time to wash and masturbated. After I was very satisfied with my spirit, I began to look for other more private objects that my mother used.The words that the teacher often taught when I was a child were correct, "Those who have ambition will succeed." In addition to occasionally seeing my mother's clothes, I also found a rinser made by Fu Yanjie.Due to age, I saw it in the small cabinet beside my mother's bed at first, and I thought it should be more private, but I didn't know what it was for.

　　Later, I found its instruction manual in the packaging box next to it. After reading the illustrations on the instruction manual, I suddenly realized that this inconspicuous thing had even entered my mother's vagina.The boy's lust came quickly. I held it and touched it for a while, imagining the scene of it entering my mother's vagina and masturbating. In the end, I did not forget to apply some remaining semen on it, hoping that it would take my things to present a gift to my mother.

　　Since then, except for it, I have not found props that can provoke lust than these, such as massage sticks, vibrators, etc. I have never found them. I didn’t know about these props at that time. I was just curiosity driven me to find some mysterious props at my mother, but the result disappointed me.

　　One day later, something unexpected happened.At that time, there were few cars and the roads were not as well connected as they are now. Many people were proud of owning a Honda motorcycle.At that time, my family's financial conditions were already better than those of ordinary families. My father was doing business and my mother worked in a public institution, and her income was considered to be at the middle level.My mother had a Yamaha women's motorcycle at that time, which was of a moderate size and had a glove box at the back.

　　Usually, she occasionally picks me up from school and goes home. I don’t dare to act rashly when I sit on her motorcycle, because I know that I can’t miss her behind her, so I try to lean my body against the clutter box, with about half a person in the middle, and hold the armrest under the cushion with both hands.I had fantasized about my mother countless times, but I never thought of pushing her behind her back. I knew that if she discovered it, the result would be tragic.But not thinking about it does not mean that it is impossible. The occurrence of a low-probability event made me firmly believe that my mother would definitely make me succeed.

　　It was a season of harvest. The countryside was not like the countryside today. At that time, the river was green, the mountains were green, there were swallows in spring, and there were wild animals in the deep mountains. The joy brought by the harvest was still seen in its appearance but it was hard to describe. Unlike the folk customs today, no one dared to help the elderly fall, and the children were crushed by the children when they were knocked down; private enterprise bosses made money by relying on high interest returns, and state-owned enterprises made money monopolized by special advantages; public servants went to the countryside to inspect the countryside wearing famous brand suits and also had secretary holding umbrellas, and the people resisted violent demolition and poured gasoline for leaders to watch... I happened to be on the weekend, and my mother took me to my grandmother's house to help my grandmother harvest rice.Looking around the farmland, there is a golden yellow, working people, the rustling sound of the wind blowing, the noisy sound of the threshing machines, the green mountains and green waters and several neat telephone poles beside the road form a natural movie.Seeing such a textured picture and listening to such beautiful melody of nature, my mood also flew with the birds in the sky.My mother was in a very good mood. That day she wore a pair of thin white cloth pants and long gray sleeves, helping her grandparents harvest rice for a day.In the evening, after harvesting the millet, my grandmother said we were asked to stay for dinner. My mother said that my father was alone at home and was afraid that he would go hungry, so my grandmother had no intention of forcing us to stay.I was sitting on my mother's motorcycle and was about to leave. After walking less than a hundred meters, an aunt called her mother's name.I no longer remember what this aunt looks like, but I am still grateful to her. As for why she is grateful, you will know after you continue to listen to me.

　　My mother stopped and waited for my aunt to come up. The aunt said she wanted to take her mother's ride to the town, and my mother agreed readily.

　　Because I was a child, my mother was afraid that I would be caught by the glove box when I sat in a tender skin, so she asked me to sit in the middle.The moment the aunt got in the car, my mother had already realized something was wrong, because my big cock was so hard that it pressed against her buttocks.I was also extremely ashamed at that time, but what I was holding in front of me was the body of my mother whom I had been thinking about day and night, and I couldn't control myself.Because I was harvesting rice, I was wearing very thin sports pants, and I was only four layers of thin clothes from my mother's buttocks. Along the way, I couldn't feel my mother's body temperature, but my mother must have felt the hot body temperature coming from my lower body.After her mother found out, she didn't say anything. Of course, she couldn't say anything, but her body moved forward slightly.I was reluctant to leave, so I quickly leaned forward.The aunt behind felt that we were moving her position, and reminded her mother just right, saying, "It's okay, it's really hard for you two to have sex." I saw that my mother's ears suddenly turned red, and I was secretly happy in my heart.

　　The roads in the village are cement roads, which are quite flat, but when you reach the entrance of the village, you will be a gravel road. It can't be said to be bumpy, but it's a bit bumpy.I originally wanted to grab the handrail under the seat, but my aunt's thighs were too thick and I couldn't touch the handrail. After stroking for a while, I didn't dare to continue looking for those two handrails.Occasionally, the bumps were a little bit more powerful, and I protected myself to hold my mother's waist. With a sense of security, I naturally focused my attention on my mother's buttocks, and my big cock became more and more swollen.I used very subtle movements to make sure that the aunt behind me would not notice that I was molesting my mother.When I considered my aunt, I immediately focused my energy behind me. My aunt's breasts were quite big. I leaned back a little while and felt the flesh of my aunt's two balls of flesh. Although she was wearing a bra, the erotic component might be quite large at that time.In this way, the sperm filled the whole head, and the big cock was extremely hard. I gritted my teeth and decided to give it my best.I touched the fat on my mother's waist that was not very extravagant. Seeing that my mother's ears turned red again, I felt very entertained.While gently pressing my mother's buttocks, I held one hand on my mother's legs and touched it back and forth. At that time, it was just like a child who thought it was fun, and there was no flirting.In this way, I touched my mother's thighs, then moved my hand up, imagining the position of my mother's breasts. At this time, the feeling of ejaculation immediately surged up.The moment my hand touched my mother's breasts, I ejaculated, ejaculated a lot, and the semen quickly moistened my mother's buttocks through my pants. I saw my mother's ears red again, and it was redder than the two times just now.

　　For my mother, the long and anxious road finally arrived. The place where the aunt was going to arrive first. She got off the car and said goodbye to us, and then we turned home.When I turned home, I was not as bold as before. I quickly left my mother's buttocks. Maybe it was because of the wind. My lower body suddenly felt cold. I believe my mother felt this way, because for the fourth time I saw my mother's ears red... When I got off the car, I got off first. Under the reflection of the street light, I saw a small pool of light. I wonder if there was another light at the front of the light. Then I ran away with guilt, leaving my mother behind for about three or five minutes before entering the house. I thought, she might be cleaning up our first battlefield.

(Four)

　　I have written three articles, and my wife has read three articles. Last night I asked her if she was satisfied or not. My wife told me that she was not satisfied at all because there were very few replies in the forum. She refreshed the night and didn’t see any new replies. Of course, this is not what I asked at all, although I am also very concerned about whether there are many people supporting me to continue writing.

　　I wrote a erotic article and my wife became a fan of me. I was still a little overjoyed.

　　Speaking of my wife refreshing in the forum, I think of the China-China Ministry of Railways website, and I don’t express any opinions here. In short, it’s amazing. With an investment of tens of millions, you can only order one ticket for an average of 500 times. I’m hilarious.When I was in college, I also needed to take a 20-hour train from my home to the city where I was in. I remember one time after the Spring Festival, my mother asked me to bring a duvet and two boxes of egg yolks to the train.That was the most crowded time I've ever seen in my life. Because the city I went to was not the terminal station, the time to get off the bus was limited, and because there was really no extra space in the car, the duvet and egg yolk pie I was carrying eventually broke out from my hand in a hurry.I was quite strong at that time. At that time, I could do a pull-up with one hand. It is conceivable how crowded the train was during the Spring Festival travel rush.I wonder if the people returning home this year are safe, so I will give them blessings first.

　　Before going to bed, I asked my wife again if she was satisfied. My wife knew that I was "unable to death until the Yellow River" temper, so she kissed me on the forehead and said emotionally, "You can touch and see if you are satisfied or not." I had to let my hand reach out and I was happy. The answer was very satisfied... My wife is also in her thirty years old. It seems that it makes sense.

　　When I was in college, my wife's desire was not so strong. Later, I found that the little fairy was getting more and more sucking. Now, I have to feed it almost every other day a week. If I encounter a situation like last night, it will inevitably be difficult to feed it once.This reminds me of my time when I was in high school, my mother was in her thirties, not much older than my current wife. I wonder if my father was often fed by her at that time.But I think my mother must be full. My father was born in poverty and often did physical work for the family at a young age. His body must be much stronger than a scholar like me. Moreover, when I was a child, my father often took me to exercise. I remember that my father was very good at lifting weights and running long distances, and his physical strength and endurance would not be inferior to me now.

　　Let's get back to the topic...

　　After returning home that evening, my mother did not talk to me. In the following days, she did not show her attitude of guiding me in terms of sexuality, so I thought my mother had tacitly agreed to me.My wife told me that it was not what I imagined, but my mother didn’t know what method and attitude to educate me.Although my mother is very strict with me in her studies, it is only limited to her studies. In her daily life, as long as my grades satisfy her, she will not restrict me from playing games and reading comics, and will not remind me of not having friends with me and where I can’t go. So, now I think about it, my mother may be a little more conflicted and a little difficult to speak out.

　　In fact, if my mother had expressed her attitude at that time and warned me not to offend her mother again in the future, I would definitely not dare to do anything bold to my mother in the future. At most, I would only use my mother's underwear, underwear, irrigator, etc. to make simple fantasies, and would not think about holding my mother back one day and returning to the place where I was pregnant.

　　Although I thought my mother had acquiesced at that time, I still didn't dare to offend my mother's buttocks easily anymore. In the next middle school stage, especially during the third year of junior high school, my mother would pick her up and drop them off almost every day

, but I never dared to put her on her body anymore. So in the middle school stage, my infinite nostalgia is gradually drifting away, and sometimes it is so far that I almost can't remember the names of my friends at that time.

　　Another thing happened during high school. Because of it, I changed my sleeping habits later and fell in love with sleeping naked in the days that followed. I am still trying to figure out my mother's psychology at that time. I asked my mother for this, but my mother had no impression of it.

　　On a slightly cool early autumn evening, I went to bed very early in high school, and never exceeded 9 o'clock.That day my mother and father went to a friend for a drink. I finished my homework and searched my mother's clothes while my parents were not at home.After searching for a long time, I couldn't find my mother's unwashed underwear. I was disappointed and frustrated, so I found a pair of mother's clean underwear in the bathroom to masturbate. I could masturbate for a long time but didn't feel it.

　　I was nervous about my parents coming back suddenly, and I felt a little weak, so I put my mother's underwear in the original place and went back to my room to prepare to go to bed.I returned to my room, because I didn't let go of the previous ones, but I didn't feel sleepy. After a while of rest, I simply took off my underwear and threw it aside, lay flat under the thin quilt and rubbed it with my hands.Because the children were all sleepy, they fell asleep in a short while.

　　I don’t know how long it took, but I felt the lights in my room were turned on in a daze, and then I heard my mother’s voice.My mother usually comes to my room to check my sleeping habits. When she sees me sleeping in a bad position, she will put me in a straight position and put her quilt. Today, she is very ordinary to my mother when she comes to my room.My mother was not afraid of disturbing me, so she called out my name.Perhaps the quilt covered on me was a little over the edge of the bed, and it was possible that it would slide to the ground. She pulled the quilt and lifted it up slightly to hand it to the inside of the bed. Then she saw my lower body without underwear.She asked me if I had wet the bed. I was confused and only heard her voice. Because I was sleepy, I didn't want to answer the answer, so I nodded.When my mother saw the underwear beside the bed, she thought it was wet with urine. She quickly grabbed it. When she grabbed it, she felt it was very dry. There was no trace of wet with urine. She said to herself, "It's not wet." Then she reached into the quilt without thinking, searched for my big cock, and held it.

　　I believe my mother did not have any other thoughts before this, but she did these actions out of caring and caring for me.But when my mother's hand touched my big cock, I felt that my mother had paused for a while in a daze. Then she gently rubbed my sparse hair with the edge of her palm, then gently pinched my big cock, and finally bounced it with a very little force, then leaned on my forehead and kissed it lightly, said lightly, "Let you do something wrong again", then pulled out her hand and pressed the edge of the quilt, got up and left.When she pinched my big cock, my sleepiness was slightly reduced, but I still didn't wake up. If my sleepiness was not that strong that day, I believe that my big cock would definitely grow up quickly in her hands within 3 seconds.My mother drank that day, and I know this, but in that state, my mother would be happy to spend more than ten seconds playing with her big cock. I am still imagining what kind of mentality she was at that time.Perhaps the mother is very playful, perhaps the mother does not reject such actions in her heart, or perhaps the mother has a little bit of thoughts about her son’s things under the stimulation of alcohol.What is certain is that my mother is really fun and loves to play and makes a fuss, and her mentality is younger than her peers. For example, now, she has bought firecrackers and is ready to let us go during the Chinese New Year, and she likes to set off that kind of sky-surgery cannon.I met my classmates, most of the people who bought firecrackers were men, and they were almost just used as a way of expressing their greetings to the old.As for whether my mother is repulsive, it is unknown. Personally, I am contradictory. When I talk to my mother, the breath I exhaled seemed to be exactly the same as mine. Unconsciously, I developed a repulsive mentality, which seemed to dispel my evil thoughts about my mother. However, I had another kind of mentality. I was very eager to smell my mother's breath and kiss her. When I was always in a state of fighting between two psychiatrics, but usually the latter defeated the former.Maybe my mother is thinking the same as me.

　　The words my mother said before leaving, like a curse, lingered in my ears forever, "Let you do something wrong again"... I can no longer remember the specific tone of my mother when she said this. I habitually fantasize it into an emotional tone. Whenever I think of my mother's words at night, I will definitely not fall asleep without masturbating once. However, this situation has improved a lot after I met my wife. When I think of this sentence, I basically don't have any evil thoughts, and only a faint longing for my mother is left.

　　During breakfast the next day, I could still vaguely remember what happened last night, and then stared at the mother opposite me and fantasized about her mother in a lustful way. My mother noticed it, probably thinking about what happened last night, and her face turned red, making me happy.But my mother quickly interrupted my mind and told me to eat quickly.I was not very careful at that time, and my evil thoughts came and went quickly, so I just obediently and buried my head in the meal.Since that time, I took off my pants and went to bed every day. Looking forward to my mother pinching me again, I will wake up immediately, hold my mother's hand and enjoy her feel. The habit of sleeping naked has been developed, but my mother has never come to the room to help me clean up the quilt, so disappointed... In this way, the entire high school stage has passed through countless fantasies about my mother. For me, who is still young, once, I pressed my mother's buttocks until I ejaculated when I was conscious, and once, I took the initiative to play with my big cock when my mother was conscious. Although it was only a short ten seconds, this was a huge leap between me and my mother.

　　(five)

　　My wife has read the previous articles and told me that she should write less about state affairs. What the wolf friend wants to read is not these. I teased her and said, "It's not that someone doesn't want to read these, I want to read some, right?" The little fairy's little thought was exposed by me, and I couldn't find a good reason to refute me for a while. She said angrily, "Make breakfast by myself, sister won't serve me!" The little fairy's words shocked me, and suddenly remembered the words my mother said to me when she was in college, "Mom won't serve me anymore." The memory seemed to be yesterday, and compared to the time I recalled in my article, my parents have aged a lot, and my heart is a little chill.

　　"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to be raised but the parents are not waiting." I don't know how many people will remember this in my heart. I know I am not noble at all. Sometimes I even feel ashamed of my parents, especially my father. I have made an excuse for myself. I love my mother, but the love I have given has made some mistakes by chance.

　　I wonder if I can be considered a filial son in my parents' eyes, I hope I am.

　　Maybe the wolf friends don’t like this narrative, but I still want to write it down like this. Of course, I am not saying that I want to influence the wolf friends. I just want the wolf friends to know that in fact, a person does not always have only an evil side.If I kept writing only those evil past events, sometimes the plot might not be very coherent.Everyone has two sides. I believe that many wolf friends love their mothers deeply when they jump out of incest pornographic articles. Of course, this love is simple love, without any fantasy.

　　On the web page, I saw that on the 17th of this month, the Celestial Empire was going to conduct border negotiations with India. If Wu Dalang and Ximen Qing sat down to negotiate and discuss shelving the dispute and jointly develop, what would happen... But there are always a few things that challenged my imagination every day in the Celestial Empire. I couldn't help but ask the same question as the Indian Ministry of Finance, "Will China still be a threat in two years?"... I felt extremely disappointed, and my emotions were also pulled to these things, which made me unable to concentrate on writing my memories, but time still flowed... The high school entrance examination results came out soon, and then filled in the application formlilithcavaliere2nd erome , maybe it was the favor of heaven. I performed well in the high school entrance examination that year, and the original results were good. There was no suspense in my entry into the best key high school in the county town, and I didn't need to spend time and energy to compare the application form with the school.

　　From the high school entrance examination in May to the military training in high school at the end of August, I no longer have the usual time control of my mother's study, and I have lost the constraints of normal work and rest.At first, I was always guarding the game console at home, fighting Conra. When I was tired of fighting Conra, I would beat Super Mary. When I was tired of Super Mary, I would beat Cuban heroes. I played three games in rotation, and I went to my mother's bathroom every few days.I always get tired of anything, so I started watching TV at home. TV is different from games, and I won’t be fully focused when watching TV. In this way, seeing the scenes that slightly remind me of pornography on TV, I couldn’t help but transfer my spirit to my mother.Gradually, I began to observe my mother's living habits.

　　My mother has to go to work all year round, but every holiday, it is necessary to have a holiday. Even if the public institutions in the Celestial Dynasty are like this, it is not difficult to imagine why people today have a special liking for the profession of "civil servants" and are flocking to it (hehe, ironically, I am also one of them, a person who cannot change the status quo with his own strength and hopes to do more meager power for the people around him. These are the later things, so I won’t talk about these for now).

　　My mother has the habit of taking a shower on weekday nights and weekend afternoons, but it is different from what I imagined. She only took a shower the next day.The time for washing clothes is the next morning before going to work. She would choose to wash large items such as quilts and bed sheets at her parents' house on weekends.The stream was very big and the water was very clear. When I was a child, I often caught fish and shrimp in that stream.

　　When my mother took a shower at night, my father was always at home. Even after eating the leopard's courage, I didn't dare to go out of their bathroom to find out what to peep. Only during the day, when my father was not at home all day in the store, did I dare to be presumptuous.

　　When I first guessed the weekend when my mother took a shower, I got up early and was so excited that I woke up early. The wait was long. After the whole morning and noon, when I got angry, I jumped up and down at home anxiously. My mother saw it and asked, "What are you swaying like a headless fly?" I felt guilty and said perfunctorily that I was looking for something. She asked what it was, and I said, "You don't know!" She walked away in confusion, and came over to ask after a while, and found it. I said, forget it, I couldn't find it.Women are all careful. She could roughly see from my tone and actions that I had something to do. She patiently asked me if I had any difficulties and asked my mother for help. I would definitely say in my heart that there was, and only she could help, but she said to her, "No," and then walked away.

　　It took a long time, and it wasn't long before the facts. It was just a psychological effect. I saw my mother go downstairs, then I heard the sound of the door being closed, and then went upstairs again.Here, many wolf friends may still not know the layout of my house at that time, so I will describe it in detail to the wolf friends.The first house was a single-room bungalow. When my family's financial conditions improved and I was decorating it, my father bought the house next to me.The house at that time could be said to be priced at a bargain. It is said that the money my father spent when he bought it was comparable to the money for decoration.My father is a smart person. The design of the house was already in the prototype of that kind of suite, but in comparison, it seems very immature.The first floor is very large and can be used for guests.

　　On the second floor, my room is on the southwest side, my parents' room is on the southeast side, and the north side is the kitchen and the place to watch TV.

　　The third layer is used to pile up debris.My room door faces my parents' door, and the bathrooms in our room are outside the room, each separated by a wall from our room.

　　I pretended to sit in a chair and watched TV, observing my mother's every move from the outskirts of my eyes.Soon my mother put on slippers and entered the bathroom door. I decided that my mother was going to take a shower.I tiptoed to the bathroom and listened to the sound of water coming from my mother's bathroom to determine whether she was washing.The bathroom has a breathable design under the wooden door. Wolf friends should have seen it, and you can see it from the bottom.

　　I can't remember what excitement I was in my heart and slowly approaching the breathable board. I only remember that my heart was beating hard at that time and I couldn't say it was dry in my mouth, but I felt that there was such sticky saliva that was difficult to swallow.

　　The man stood, bent down, held the wall with one hand, looked inside with his head close, and finally saw it, and the excitement could no longer be expressed in words.My mother's skin looks so uniform and smooth against the backdrop of the incandescent lights.Unfortunately, there is too much water vapor in the bathroom, and my mother's body is not very clear.My mother's breasts are not big, and her buttocks are not very straight, but she is just slightly raised, but her lower abdomen looks very flat, and the part of her navel is just right.The crotch is a little big, and there is a black ball between the legs, so I can't see anything clearly.Even so, I still felt dazzling when I saw it.

　　Because of the posture, I felt a little tired in less than half a minute, but the beautiful scenery was right in front of me, so I would not let it go easily.I turned my heart and changed the original position of peeping with just a little closer to the exhaust plate and expose one eye. I simply lay on the ground, poking out half of my head to peek at my mother's charming body, regardless of whether my mother would pay attention to the place at the door, nor whether the mud on the ground stained my clothes.

　　My mother likes to rub her breasts up and down for a long time. It turned red against the light, so she moved her hands to her lower abdomen and rubbed them back and forth, then carefully washed her armpits. Finally, she spent a lot of time cleaning between her legs, but not the kind of masturbation.I wondered whether she would raise one foot and step on the stool and insert the irrigator with my signal into her lower body to clean her vagina, but I was disappointed again, and I had never seen it as I wished until the holiday of the middle school entrance examination.

　　When my mother turned off the spray head, I got up and left. When I returned to the room, I masturbated hard as I recalled the scene of my mother taking a shower.

　　In the few next few voyeurs, I also became bolder every time through my desire.First, I lay on my back, looked at my mother taking a shower with my head laterally, and quickly took off my pants, and masturbated on the spot, but I didn't dare to ejaculate the semen directly on the wall, worried that my mother would find out one day that it would be difficult to clean up, but what happened later told me that my worries were obviously redundant.Because the ground is ice and hard, I feel uncomfortable after lying on my back for a long time. In addition, I have a mixed effect of nervousness and excitement, so I feel it has become longer than the first time.

　　So once, I had a sudden idea and took a pre-cleaned mirror. When my mother entered the bathroom for some time, she took off her pants and sat cross-legged at the door of her bathroom, and then placed the mirror on the exhaust plate to find her mother's figure.Although the effect of a mirror is much worse than the effect of directly observing with your eyes, sitting like this is not tiring at all. In terms of cost-effectiveness, I am still more willing to choose a mirror.But I am smart and still can't fight the mystery of science. Just as I changed the mirror to various angles to observe different parts of my mother and was having a lot of joy, I suddenly saw that my mother's movements paused. I saw that my mother did not move, and then raised the mirror slightly. As a result, I was shocked. From the time my mother paused to the point where I saw my mother's face facing the door, it took less than 3 seconds, but it made my heart skip and my mind went blank.My mother turned off the spray head and was about to move.At this time, I could only hear. The sound of water stopped and woke me up. I immediately put away the mirror and pulled my pants and ran back to the room like I was flying. This continuous movement would probably take half a minute if I was normal, but at that time, when I heard my mother shout my name, I was already panting in the bed.Then I made a reaction that I could not even imagine, and responded to my mother with a slightest response, "What are you doing?"...

(six)

　　My mother paused for a few seconds, and then she heard "It's okay" and I felt relieved when I was worried.I waited in my room in panic until my mother finished taking a bath. I thought that with my mother's temper, she would definitely come to deal with me hard after taking a shower. Unexpectedly, in the following days, my mother never mentioned that I had peeked at her taking a bath.

　　As for my mother's question about me peeking at her bath, it was also the time when I graduated from high school many years later.I remember the summer vacation when I graduated from high school, because I was admitted to a good university and the admission letter was sent very early. My mother was very happy and often said that she finally raised me to become an adult and could make a name for herself.The Internet was not very popular at the time of graduation, and that summer vacation was completely crazy.Due to age, many classmates have already fallen in love, and a small number have even tasted the forbidden fruit. I also had a girlfriend that summer vacation. After getting drunk at a classmate’s teacher’s banquet, I stayed at her house for one night.

　　Unfortunately, there was no so-called firewood incident that night, and I lost a series of my "first" that night: including first hugs, first handles, first kisseslilithcavaliere2nd erome , first nights, etc.Because of drunkenness and no sexual experience, we, who were ignorant, fell asleep after kissing for a long time because we didn't know the subsequent steps. When we woke up the next day, we became a little shy when facing each other, so the matter was stuck.Later, with the guidance of my buddy, I learned to buy A-movies from the street stall by the bridge. At that time, I was timid and went with my schoolbags on my back. Then I went to the bushes on the shore to trade, got a few CDs, and stuffed them into my schoolbags without even reading any subject matter, and then ran home because I was afraid of being caught by the police.I bought more times, and I bought more bad movies, and there were also good movies, but not many. I put away all the dishes I liked and threw away everything I didn’t like.

　　I put VCT from my mother's room in my own room. Every time I buy a plate, I will close the door and watch slowly at night.My mother occasionally comes to my room to send some fruits, stews, etc. The previous few times when I met my mother in the room when I watched A-share, I switched the VCT video channel to the cable TV channel very on time.

　　Maybe I was so confused by the joy of getting into college at that time that I was so surprised that even if my mother found out, she would not do some extraordinary measures. So on that occasional time, I happened to masturbate while watching the A film. On the one hand, I was afraid that my mother would find my embarrassment when she opened the door and found out that I was embarrassed. On the other hand, I was very excited about my mother coming in that day to come in and deliver fruit to me.

　　When I stared at the actress's swaying breasts on the screen for the final sprint, Yu Guang saw the door open.Because I wear shorts in summer, just pull my pants down slightly when I’m pistoling.I quickly put my cock into my pants, pulled my pants gently and then felt the dizziness and stimulation caused by the acceleration of my heartbeat.My mother obviously saw it, but she just smiled and then came in and put the fruit on the table, which made me wonder what to do.

　　I looked at the place where the fruit was placed, and then looked at my mother, and found that she did not put her eyes on me at all, but looked directly in front of me, which is the direction of the TV.Only then did I realize that I forgot to switch channels and my mother was watching the picture on TV.My mother looked at me for a few seconds and turned her eyes to me. She found that I was staring straight at her, avoiding my gaze with a little shyness, which made me a little amazed. Even my big cock bulged up and pushed my crotch straight. What's wrong is that my mother found it again when she looked over.

　　Because I turned the volume of the TV to a minimum, the room suddenly felt a little too quiet.I quickly switched the channel to cable TV and grinned at my mother.My mother seemed to be infected by my troublesome expression and said, "I think you are time to find a girlfriend, it's not too young." Then she started my first sexual psychological communication in my life.

　　She walked over and saw me putting the dishes next to VCT, picked them up and looked at them on the back.She looked through it and it was not difficult to find out with the IQ of ordinary people. What I like was A films with mother-son themes, and of course, my mother also discovered it.My mother still turned around, as if she was thinking about where to start.

　　I said first, "Mom, stop watching, I'm so embarrassed..."

　　My mother asked back with great enthusiasm, "Isn't it embarrassing when I watch it? I think you're crazy, so I'll watch it like this..." "I've read it all!" I murmured and walked up to prepare to put away the discs in my mother's hand.

　　My mother was stunned. It seemed that she had thought wrongly. She remembered the incident of peeking at her bath when she graduated from high school. It also indirectly reflected that she had always been concerned about me peeking at her bath, but she just couldn't say it.

　　"I've seen it all, I'm so shameless when I peek at my mother!"

　　"Mom

, where did you say you went! You also mentioned the things you did when you were a child. Do you still have any face when you hear me?" "Oh, I'm not ashamed when I see you, but I'm ashamed when I say you're not ashamed?" Seeing my embarrassing look, my mother became more and more teasing, completely losing her seriousness in front of others.

　　"That's still young!" I had no choice but to refute.

　　"Are you still young now? Why do you still look at these categories?"

　　"It's natural for me. You can't see it at that time. You can't see it anymore. My female classmates can say that they have seen it too!" In order to get rid of my own predicament, I tried to convert the object of discussion into my mother.

　　After all, it is my own mother, so her temper is still accurate."Go to yours, I didn't look at these things at that time, and I didn't care about food and clothing, and I still care about these things? I said you didn't study well all day long and you're going to college. Be more restrained!" "I haven't peeked now..." "Then you come here!" After the peeked mother was found in a bath, my mother nailed a thin plate on the breathable board and put a layer of plastic paper on the thin board for double protection. Since then, I haven't peeked successfully.I guess my mother has tried it herself countless times, so today she said this with such confidence.However, the context of the mother's words was a bit awkward. She was talking about her own son. The mother also reacted and laughed to hide her embarrassment.

　　But in my opinion, my mother's expression is full of infinite charm and temptation.Unable to suppress my excitement, I stepped forward, pulled my mother's collar out, looked in, and said in my mother's ear, "Here, I see..." My mother's purple bra suddenly evoked the memories of masturbating in middle school. My younger brother, who was originally a little soft, suddenly rose to the extreme, and I wished I could push my mother's thigh.

　　My mother quickly hit her with her hands, but she couldn't hear her anger, but she was flirting with her: "Go and go, it's so shameless. I also eat tofu!" I thought to myself that my mother was in a great mood today, so she would take this opportunity to tease her. When I tease her again next day, maybe it would be embarrassing if she got angry."My mother's tofu is rich in protein, and she will gain weight after eating it..." As she said that, the sperm was on the brain and pinched her hands under her mother's chest.

　　My mother was shocked. She obviously didn't expect that I was so arrogant. She blushed and pushed my hand out with her arms."Okay, don't be too tempted, I'm your mother!" I heard from my mother's tone that this was obviously not my mother's bottom line, but I still pretended to be submissive and said, "As for orders, my mother!" My mother was amused by my reaction, pointed at my head with her finger and said, "How old are you? Are you like you?" "I'm not good, and I'm not writing anything else in the newspaper..." "Which newspaper?" Perhaps my mother, like me, held an indescribable expectation for it.

　　"I forgot after watching it, aren't there any movies?"

　　My mother then realized that I had fooled her. She felt embarrassed and said, "Okay, look at yours. Mom is going to go to bed." I was not willing to let it go. When my mother turned around and approached the door, I went forward and hugged her, regardless of the situation, and pressed her lower body tightly against her buttocks.I re-experienced how wonderful it was to enjoy the pleasure I had when I was a child, which made me a little forgetful and rubbed my lower body against my mother's buttocks a few times."Mom, I want to see you..." My mother was a little angry and pushed her arms away, "The bigger it is, the more unreasonable it is. I will get angry if I make trouble!" Then I let go of my mother and looked at her in disappointment.My mother turned around and saw my dejected look and couldn't help but feel funny. She smiled and scolded, "Look at how kind of decent you are. Go find a girlfriend, but I won't serve you..." When I heard my mother say this, I was happy from my heart, "Mom, I want to serve you!" My mother turned around and left, wondering if she often remembered this sentence in the days to come.

　　From that time I peeked at my mother and was found in a bath until high school started, I went to see it a few more times, but unfortunately my breathable board had been modified by my mother.In order to prevent my father from thinking that it was me who was the one who was the one who was responsible, my mother smashed half of the breathable board. As for how she explained the reason for the blow, my mother later told me that the reason for the blow was very simple. The breathable board was a little rotten because of the water on the ground. When washing clothes, the washboard in the washing basin was touched up and it broke.

　　(seven)

　　Today is the first day of work. I will first wish my wolf friends a smooth career and a happy life in the New Year!

　　I was just starting to work and I had a lot of things to be busy with. I didn’t plan to take time to continue writing these days, so I wanted to devote myself to my work as soon as possible and adapt to my normal schedule.I read the replies of the wolf friends two days ago and found out that the wolf friends have questions about the progress of the above plot. I will explain it to you through this section.

　　The aforementioned peeking and bathing incident happened during the summer vacation when I graduated from high school. The previous chapter recalls the first time my mother mentioned to me that I peeking and bathing was during the summer vacation when I graduated from high school.From the summer vacation of high school to the summer vacation of high school, the time span is three years. Many wolf friends may not pay attention to the difference between "high school" and "high school" after completing the study, so they feel that the plot is progressing too fast.Another wolf friend said, don’t be eunuchs, you know life is still going on, I can tell you in advance that I will write until the first time I have sex.Like you, I also like to read some erotic articles on the forum when I have time, and often find some good articles. Sometimes the article is actually the ending, but I still hope that the author can continue to write it, so I always feel that it is a eunuch. When I write it myself, I realize that the novel is like life, and the ending is not the ending.As for whether this novel can be completed by the deadline, I don’t know. Whether it is completed will be considered a friendly essay contest. Anyway, it is not for it.

　　I will write back to the time when I graduated from high school...

　　Due to rural customs, several of our high school students who were admitted to key high schools would hold a thank-you banquet and invite relatives and friends to come.That time, a female classmate, her mother and my mother happened to be best friends. The current name is best friends. The previous name should be called sisters.My mother and I went.I sat with my own high school guy, while my mother sat with her sisters.At that time, we were all very rebellious. On weekdays, adults would not drink or smoke. During that period, although we still could not smoke, adults had already allowed us to drink beer.In addition, because we are young and do not know how to control our drinking capacity, we all use all our energy to drink beer, and everyone expects to be the one with the best drinking capacity at that table.After drinking for a while, my stomach became bloated and I couldn't drink it anymore. I also drank some, but the alcohol had not started to fully work.My mother has always had a great alcohol tolerance. I often hear my aunts say something about someone and who is fighting with her mother at the table.But because of this, many people like to "attack them in groups".I believe everyone can understand this mentality, haha.My mother often gets half drunk, but her wine tastes very good and she has never had any special circumstances. This has a lot to do with her choice of environment and person to drink.

　　The current social environment is not good. I guess even if it is a mother, it will be more and more unlucky.Nowadays, most of the wine tables are mixed with men and women, and every man who persuades women to drink at the wine table has basically had a purpose from the beginning. I judged it based on what I saw and heard.For example, some leaders I have met like to drink wine for young girls and always tell some pornographic jokes. As for the director of a certain country and the director of a certain town committee fucks a drunk female teacher, the deputy secretary of a certain town committee fucks a female subordinate, the director of a certain city government office gets drunk and fucks a girl wildly, etc., it is already familiar. It is estimated that similar situations will happen again. If I am a broadcast reporter, I can write a press release in five minutes.It involves whether wearing condoms is considered crazy fucking, a state-owned enterprise listed in November 2007 at 48 yuan, and now it is 10 yuan, and it has raised US$2.9 billion in the United States during this period. As of November 2011, I am ashamed to export domestic data. Is the dividends for a certain year single digits or calculated in RMB? Is this state-owned enterprise absorbing the blood of the people to feed outsiders? It is not a test of a person's IQ, but a challenge to a person's patience... As usual, my mother also drank some that time, and it may be that the alcohol had not fully worked. By the end of the banquet, my mother took me home on a motorcycle.On the way home, I felt dizzy and sleepy. I was afraid that I could not grasp the handrail, so I pressed my mother back, wrapped her hands around my mother's waist, and leaned her head straight on my mother's back.

　　My mother seemed to have thought of something, and hesitated and freed up her hand to gently try to take away my hand, but I was sleepy, but I used some force on my arms, and the tighter it tightened. My mother couldn't do anything about me. If I pulled it hard, it would be unsafe, so she let go of her hand and concentrate on driving.Originally, there were some obscene thoughts in my head, but the alcohol was too strong, and my lower body was even more unconscious and I couldn't feel its current state.After leaning on my mother's back, a strong sense of sleepiness came, and my eyelids couldn't hold on until they closed.After a while, I almost fell asleep, my hands loosened a little, and it hung directly between my mother's legs.I didn't see any facial reactions from my mother to suddenly invade her forbidden area with her hands that were originally tied around her waist. I didn't see any surprise, guilty, excited or angry expressions.My mother stretched out her right hand and patted my hand a few times, and she tried harder each time. I shrank my hand and became closer to the forbidden area.My mother called my name twice, because my head was pressed against my back, and the sound was also very loud, just a little boring.

　　I responded lazily, and then my mother realized that I was not intentionally infringing on her.Then I felt my mother's warm hand grabbing my right hand, then pulled it to the left and grabbed my left hand, and finally dragged it to the middle and put it on her navel position.

　　I don’t know how my mother felt about her evil thoughts. Maybe she felt embarrassed about this, but she couldn’t help but get wet... This is just maybe... I can’t remember what happened after I got home.I think it was probably the stairs my mother carried me up.It is unknown whether I would eat my mother's tofu on the way.

　　The summer vacation in high school just passed like this, and with my tender past, I quietly drowned in the ocean of memory.

　　When she was in high school, her mother changed her original motorcycle.Because I was studying in the county town, she spared no expense to learn a driver's license and bought a car. The oil price was 2.4 that year. Later, when I learned a driver's license, it was 4.2. Now... high school is closed teaching, and only registration and exit are allowed on weekends.Without any accidents, my mother would deliver the food she cooked at home to me on time every Saturday at noon and then wash the clothes I changed.It's ridiculous. I thought I was a top-notch at the time, but it was not until I graduated from high school and entered university that I learned to wash my own clothes. I couldn't wash some clothes like down jackets, and I still had to take them home for my mother during the winter vacation and bring them back again during the summer vacation.Fortunately, I married another virtuous wife, otherwise the troublesome thing about washing clothes would really stump me.

　　Due to the intense study, I often masturbate on Friday night. After masturbation, I directly wipe my underwear with one cover and one by one, then throw my underwear into the clothes basin under the bed, and get up on Saturday morning and take a shower and wash my underwear.

　　Every time my mother came, she thought I was not clean. She would take my underwear to wash again when she was washing clothes. At first she thought I didn’t want her to wash it privately, but later she found out the reason.

　　Once, because I was going to publish a blackboard newspaper, I didn’t want to waste my afternoon time in the Internet cafe, so I went to the classroom after taking a shower in the morning, thinking that I could wash off my underwear before I went back to the dormitory and wait for my mother to come.Unexpectedly, the blackboard newspaper was very slow, with only two people, and the others followed and played basketball.Of course, both of us who published the blackboard newspapers received benefits, otherwise who would do the business at a loss?

　　My mother went to my dormitory to wash my clothes, and she naturally discovered the secret on her underwear.When I came back, I found that my underwear had been washed off, and I was so uncomfortable when I was having dinner beside my mother.My mother said subtly: "Do less bad things, and I'm growing up." I felt ashamed.Even though I was shy, I was still shameless and stopped washing my underwear. Anyway, my mother had to wash it again.My mother didn't say anything elselilithcavaliere2nd erome , and she taught me sometimes, but there was basically no new meaning, and it still revolved around the meaning of that sentence.My mother was 40 years old at that time and reached the age of turning from a wolf into a tiger. I wonder if it was a night when my mother said my name.Maybe, just like my wife now.

　　This is how Gao 1 and Gao 2 have been through this. In the past two years, I have really come into contact with some pornographic novels.There are bloody storms and grudges, and grudges, but what attracts us the most are the exciting yellow segments, and many of them are beyond ethics.I remember that many people were reading it at that time, and I also read it a lot, and I also gained some superficial and shallow sex knowledge from these books.

　　(eight)

　　I remember the composition when I was a child. The beginning of the two idioms "Time flies, time flies like an arrow." It's true that it's the year of high school in the blink of an eye.The start time of high school in the third year is almost half a month after the start of summer vacation, but because all the courses have been completed in the first and second stages of high school, it has become less nervous.In addition to attending classes as usual on weekends, the school has a lot more spare time every day.I only teach 6 classes a day, and I study spontaneously at night. However, we usually study in the classroom together, and I will finish my study until the end of get out of class ringtone is ringed at 9:30 pm.

　　Due to the traditional rural relationship and my mother's concerns about my study and life, my mother rented a house near the school.Except for class time and extra-class playing time at school, the rest of my time is in the house I rented by my mother, including self-study, naps, meals, etc. Of course, I also slept there at night, which is equivalent to a day student.My mother is responsible for making three meals a day for me, calling me to get up in the morning and noon, etc. to take care of my daily life.

　　The rented room is very simple, with only two rooms, and a bathroom is separated by a middle.My bed is close to the wall connected to the bathroom, the desk is placed next to the bed, and by the sunny window is a large table with my various review reference books on it.My mother's bed was placed in another room, close to another wall in the bathroom. Against the bed was a small coffee table with a rice cooker on it and a gas stove placed against the doors and windows.There is a public corridor in front of the door, and a public staircase is also used.That's all.

　　But there were many people who were in similar situations to me at that time, and the older seniors in the town came here like this.Several of my age were in the same high school as me, and their mothers also rented houses near the school, but the houses we rented were scattered around the school.I don’t know their situation as a mother-in-law, because I won’t tell them these things even if I beat them to death, so naturally they won’t confess to me either.I am a little reluctant to rent a house and study for a day, because it is equivalent to spending nearly a year without reason.But given the past historical experience, the seniors have all gone to very good colleges, so I have no reason to object.

　　Because the domestic housing prices were rising at that time, news about housing speculation in a certain place was occasionally seen in the media.My father has been doing business for many years and has also developed a first-class business sense.After discussion, my father and friends decided to withdraw from the industry and turn all their funds to real estate. My mother opposed it at the time, but time proved that my father's decision was completely correct.It happened to be the year of my senior year. My father and my mother agreed. My father and his friends went to Beijing and began to travel to the most sacred city in my memory, while my mother accompanied me to complete my studies.My father and his investment were not very successful at the beginning, but it was because of the interests of the Chinese people. My father would have survived it in less than half a year.

　　My mother has been with me for nearly a year, and she ate brunch, dinner and midnight snacks almost every day. Every time she eats, my mother will talk to me about trivial matters, such as the things in my class, the recent situation of those who rented out for a day like me, the news and interesting stories of those who rented out for a day like me, etc.I always believe that relationships will be cultivated slowly, because my relationship with my mother gradually became better and more complicated that year. Even when I entered college, I would miss her often, and even more times than my girlfriend at that time.I don’t know if my mother also had some dependence in her subconscious mind. From the time she came to my university, I think there should be some.

　　At the beginning, I had a lot of opportunities to get along with my mother, and gradually I focused my extra attention on my mother.But because I was with my mother day and night, my mother was basically there when I was in the room, so masturbation was often done quietly before going to bed, let alone looking for my mother's underwear.

　　Later, my mother often communicated with the mothers of students who rented out for a day. In addition, we were all in the same town, so they gradually became good friends. Later, they often played mahjong and cards together, maybe it was all because of loneliness, in my opinion now.

　　My mother told me that they went to a bar once that year, but because they thought the environment was noisy, they went to a quarantine to drink.I remembered that time deeply because it was the only time that my mother took a shower after I finished playing the ball in the afternoon and went home to take a shower.Because I was separated by a wall, the sound of my mother's bathing water kept hitting my eardrums, making it impossible for me to continue doing my homework attentively.I put my pen down, walked gently to the bathroom, lay down, and looked up from the bottom from the breathable plate.Unfortunately, the breathable plate is made of plastic and double-layered. There is no movement and only the sound of water is still heard.But just listening to the sound of water and imagining the scene I had peeked at before, it made me so good.

　　I walked back and forth in my mother's room - the corridor in front of the bathroom - my room was walking back and forth, looking at the rice cooker's time, looking at the dishes on the table, and looking at the homework book. I really couldn't find an item that could calm down.I finally climbed onto my bed, my ears pressed against the wall, and listened with all my attention.After a while, there was no sound of water inside, but there was no rustling sound of wearing clothes.I heard the cover of the toilet ringing (it was probably because my mother put one foot on), followed by the sound of my mother leaning against the wall. After a while, there was another regular sound of water that sometimes didn't come.With the mother's long and gentle "Yeah", the sound of water came to an abrupt end.I guessed that my mother might be masturbating, but I was not sure. I only confirmed after having sexual experience. It turned out that my mother was masturbating that time.As for whether she is holding my underwear like me, it is unknown.

　　I was so dry that I kept pressing on the desire until after dinner, and when I was devoted to studying, my desire subsided a little.

　　After a while, my mother said she wanted to go out. I guess she was going to play mahjong again. She responded casually, thinking about the unwashed clothes in the bathroom, and I felt itchy, and I wished my mother would go out quickly.

　　After my mother went out, I put down my pen and the test paper and went straight to the bathroom.The plot is still the same as old. I took my mother's bra and kissed her on my mouth, sniffed it and kissed her again and again.The secretions on my mother's underwear were thicker than I had seen before, and the color was not as light as before, but milky white, which was a lonely color.I took it and shot hard. This time I ignored everything and shot it directly on it, disrupting my mother's layer of milky whiteness.I don’t know what my mother felt when she saw it, maybe she was nervous and she was a little happy.

　　My mother said nothing at that time, and later she did not take special care of my molestation of her underwear.