Doraemon memory bread

Doraemon's Memory Bread "Nobita, wake up! Nobita, wake up!" This slightly irritable female voice was followed by rapid knocks on the door. Although I knew that within a short while, the quilt would be lifted mercilessly, and I might even receive a few slaps in the face, I still insisted on burying my head in the quilt, pursuing the ostrich tactic of "turning a blind eye, hearing but not hearing" . Sure enough, within a few seconds, the paper door was quickly opened, and vibrations from far to near were tranSMitted from the tatami; then, the warm quilt left me quickly, and the cool breath of early spring took the opportunity to invade. I tried to turn sideways to avoid the imaginary slap, but my butt was accidentally hit by a hard stick-like object. "Wow, it hurts so much!" My sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and waves of burning sensations kept hitting my brain. I opened my eyes and saw a dignified Young Woman holding a feather duster, looking at me with an angry SMile. "Get up, get up, mom, why are you so cruel! Am I your biological son?" I muttered reluctantly, but I didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of causing more unnecessary pain. "Stop pretending to be pitiful for your mother. Get up! You're such an old man, and you still have to worry about being late all day. Are you ashamed?" I didn't dare to argue, so I dressed, washed, and ate unwillingly. . Not long after, I was walking in the alleys of Tokyo, all the way to School. I, Nobita Nobi, am male, fifTeen years old, an ordinary junior high School student, and live in Tsukimidai, Nerima-ku, Tokyo, Japan. It can be said that I have an average appearance, poor grades, and am not good at sports. My only specialty is flower rope (but if sleeping is considered a specialty, then my best thing is sleeping). My hobbies are reading various comic books (including H comics) and random thoughts. . If there is anything special about me, it is that I have a non-human best friend - Doraemon. No matter how many years pass, I will never forget the day Doraemon appeared. -That happened in the fourth grade of primary School in our country. It was almost dusk that day, and I was reading old comics boredly in my room. The drawer in the room suddenly shook violently, and strange sounds and lights overflowed outside, as if something was about to rush out. I am usually timid and fearful, but for some reason I didn't have the slightest fear. I was thinking about all the adventures mentioned in comic books, either alien pets or goddesses descended from the earth. Who knew, after the drawer opened automatically, I was disappointed by what appeared. The visitor in front of me is neither scary nor magnificent. girls may call it cute, but it is not within my aesthetic category. It is humanoid, with a sapphire blue, plump body and a huge round head of almost the same shape. It is about 1.2 meters tall. Its hands and feet are short, and there are no split toes. The palms of its hands and feet are like cakes, just like a big Number of penguins. However, judging from its facial features and six symmetrical slender whiskers, it looks like it has a cat face. I was still immersed in disappointment, but it suddenly spoke, "Hello, you are Nobi Nobita. My name is Doraemon, from the future. Please take care of me in the future." Later, after its self-introduction, I got Chidola A dream is a dog fromDoraemon of the future. It is a common assistant for humans in the future world and specializes in handling daily tedious affairs for humans. Although it is SMall in stature, it is loaded with countless tools and equipment from the future; although it cannot be called a magical power, in today's world, it has an ability that is not inferior to magic. The reason why Doraemon came to me was not because of my ancestors' kindness, but because of the filial piety of my descendants. My great-grandson didn’t know why, but he learned that his ancestor, who was me, was frustrated in his youth, often depressed and depressed. So he sent his good friend Doraemon

Doraemon, take the time machine back to my time, and come to help I help cheer up. As a boy who is only fifTeen years old, I don’t know what it feels like to enjoy the filial piety from my descendants. But I gladly accepted this gift, and countless great ideas immediately surged through my mind, all of which were grand aspirations in comic books such as dominating the continent and unifying the planet. However, these unrealistic ideas were quickly poured cold water on by Doraemon. It turns out that although it is a magical technology from the future, it is actually a defective product that barely leaves the factory and is sold at a discount, and its various functions have been compromised. Secondly, Doraemon has been set when it leaves the factory. Firstly, it cannot use its abilities to harm humans, and secondly, it cannot interfere with the operation of human history during time travel. Therefore, my so-called dream is still a mirror image. Having said that, Doraemon’s endless props still add a lot of fun to my ordinary and boring life. Although many of its props have faults, overall, they are still magical props that transcend the times. After thinking about it, I have arrived at School. The School I attend, even in Tokyo, is an excellent middle School with a history of more than 100 years. The School building is not big, but it is also lush with vegetation and equipped with various teaching and physical training facilities, which is widely praised by parents. But for me, going to class every day is boring, after-School activities are not what I am good at, and I have very few friends. Among the classmates, only Shizuka Minamoto, Koo Onikawa, and Takeda Takeda lived close to each other. Among them, only Minamoto Shizuka can be regarded as my good friend; Onikawa Koo and Takeda Takeda are "bad friends" who enjoy bullying me. Shizuka is both my friend and the recognized School beauty in the School. Not only does she have a pretty and charming appearance, but her behavior is generous and decent, and she is also among the best in her Homework. What's even more commendable is that she is very kind and kind to others, and she never neglects or discriminates against other students just because she is popular. So, on the one hand, I felt complacent because of her kindness to me, but on the other hand, I felt sad because she had the same attitude towards other people. But having said that, I still have a secret that I am proud of all the boys in the School. If I tell it, I will probably be beaten into pulp by their angry iron fists. That is, I once used Doraemon's girlfriend badge to turn Shizuka into my personal girlfriend, and entered the Home base stage on the first day, and even let Shizuka be my sex slave for a day. Although because of thisDue to the design flaws of the furniture, Shizuka left me not long after. But when I think of the delicious taste of her pigeon breasts and pussy, my little Brother will still stand up and pay tribute immediately. The boring campus day passed by in a hurry. During this period, except for sharing our respective lunch boxes with Shizuka, chatting under the shade of the School trees for about half an hour, and taking advantage of Shizuka's inadvertent attempt to peek at her thighs and the color of her Underwear, I gained nothing. However, there is another tragic incident, which is enough to offset the joy that Shizuka brings to me during the day... "Doraemon, you have to save me! There is a history test next week. I haven't heard about history this semester. Class..." That bloated body that I was holding like a koala was Doraemon. I remember when she first came to me, Doraemon was almost inseparable from me. However, recently it seems to be crazy about a certain female robot cat from the future, and continues to acCompany her around the world. Unless I use any door, Doraemon and I rarely see each other. This time I saw it appearing at Home, and I definitely couldn’t let go of this opportunity to seek help. Although Doraemon's round face cannot express rich expressions, her round eyes undoubtedly convey her helpless attitude. "Who told you to never study, you will have to suffer a little!" Doraemon's voice was sharp and thin, like a child's, especially when she was blaming me. However, being familiar with it, I didn’t dare to laugh at it. Instead, I hugged it shamelessly, “History class is in the first period after lunch. I feel sleepy after eating, and I’ve tried hard not to fall asleep... more A-meng, you must help me. If I can pass, I will treat you to dorayaki!" Hehe, although A-meng has an upright and kind-hearted character, he has a fatal weakness - dorayaki. Although it is a robot cat, it still has taste buds close to those of natural cats and can taste and swallow food. What's even more strange is that its biggest hobby is Dorayaki, which has become extinct in the future. Therefore, whenever I have excessive requests for it, I will sacrifice this magic weapon. As soon as the words came out, I could almost hear the sound of Doraemon swallowing hard. "Okay, just this once. I won't help you anymore in the next exam. Also, I have to eat at least five more dorayaki today." Doraemon said, pretending to be serious. After getting my affirmative reply, it rummaged around in the dimensional bag in front of its belly for a long time before taking out a bag of bread-shaped items. No, it's bread, that sliced ​​golden bread. "This is it?" This object looks ordinary, but I have no doubt about Doraemon's strange abilities. "This is called memory bread. It can quickly instill things you don't know into your mind." I opened the wrapping paper, and the alluring aroma of wheat wafted out. Take out a piece of memory bread. It feels the same as ordinary bread, has a fine texture, and is brown in color. It looks very sweet and delicious. It seems that people in the future will also pay attention to enjoyment. Not only do various props have magical effects, but they are also very particular about their appearance, feel and even SMell. It is estimated that the taste will not be bad. "So how to useWoolen cloth? "I couldn't help but asked curiously. "There is an instruction manual, why don't you just study it yourself? I want to buy Dorayaki! "Doraemon replied a little impatiently, stretching out her chubby palm to ask for reward (I have always been curious about the fact that Doraemon does not have five fingers and does not know how to grasp objects). I'm afraid it's My mind had already flown to the restaurant shop on the other side of the alley. I happily put a few hundred yuan of coins into Doraemon's palm and let it enjoy the food on its own; then I began to study the memory bread attentively according to the instructions. , there is more than one use for memorizing bread. If you just want to increase your knowledge, the method of use is very simple: just press the cut surface of the bread against the paper with information, and for about 30 seconds, the information will be recorded on the paper. It will appear on the cut surface of the bread. Eat the bread immediately, and after the digestion is complete, the information will be transferred to the brain. It is simple and easy to do, and it is most suitable for students like me who are lazy and can’t wait to start! When I started experimenting, I randomly opened the history book and found a certain page that was included in the exam. The various historical information on it seemed like a bible to me; what happened on a certain day in a certain year, month, and date had nothing to do with me. It made me feel headache and my brain was burning. I quickly pressed the bread in my hand against the book page, feeling nervous and excited, and my palms were sweating. I turned the bread over after nearly a minute to verify the effect. On the surface of the delicate and SMooth bread slices, there were many tiny words, which were all exactly what was recorded on the page. I swallowed the bread without hesitation, even though I couldn't taste it carefully. The taste is soft, sweet, and a bit chewy, not inferior to any high-end pastries, or even better. After a while, something suddenly came to my mind, and I couldn't explain it. , only this page records, "1603 (Keicho 8th year) to 1867 (Keio 3rd year)". Before I could read the next sentence, my mind immediately came to mind: This period is called the Edo period. The Edo shogunate was established in Edo. When I looked at the next sentence, it was indeed correct. I checked it word for word again, but found that not every word and every sentence was correct, but gradually as time went by. I have relevant memories. It seems that the speed of memory is directly proportional to my digestion speed. With my mind settled, I started to think wildly again, imagining the Teacher's praise, Shizuka's admiration, my husband's jealousy, and my mother's. Reward. Before I knew it, it was dinner time, and my mother’s call came again: “Nobita, it’s time to eat. Today I made your favorite kelp and pork ribs soup and curry rice. " I looked at the bag full of bread and replied hesitantly: "mom, I'm not hungry. Can I eat it later? "My mother's shout suddenly became an octave higher: "No. Eat on time. Besides, dad is on a business trip, how can you let mom eat alone? Come down quickly! "My mother, Nobitamako, is the emperor of the Family. When she was fourTeen, she met and fell in love with her father, who was already working, when she was still a junior high School student.I married my father when I was six and gave birth to me when I was eighTeen. After that, she never went out to work, but focused on raising her husband and children at Home. Because my mother has not gone through the ups and downs of society, although she has not deliberately used expensive coSMetics to maintain her skin, her skin and appearance are still very good, like a charming Young Woman in her twenties and forties. However, because she has been at Home all year round, her figure is slightly plump, but she is also bumpy. Indescribably bloated. My father, Nobisuke, has a gentle and casual personality and is not good at fighting with others. He works as a sales executive in a SMall medical device Company. He usually works from 9 to 5 and needs to travel to other places from time to time. On the one hand, he felt sorry for his mother's hard work in running the housework alone, and often took care of her. On the other hand, because he was an old couple and a young Wife, he obeyed his mother even more. Therefore, everything at Home is handled by my mother, and everything is settled. My mother is usually good at everything, gentle, virtuous and capable, but she becomes particularly irritable and irritable when I am disobedient. I don’t know if it’s because this is another side of my mother’s nature, or if it’s inspired by my long-term laziness. However, based on what I know about my mother, if I still disobey even after the shouts urging me to go downstairs, I will definitely suffer physical and mental pain. I reluctantly walked down the second floor and stepped into the dining room on the first floor. The aroma of the food hit me. My mother's cooking is always so outstanding. Although I wanted to keep my stomach open so that I could stuff enough memory bread, I was still under my mother's strict supervision and the temptation of delicious food, and I ate until I was 90% full. mom doesn’t eat much, so she can finish her lunch in just a few mouthfuls. Since my father was not at Home, she focused all her attention on me, constantly instructing me to eat this and that, not to be picky, to chew slowly, and not to make too much noise when eating. While I was impatient, I couldn't help but wonder, how could my father, who was indescribably elegant and handsome, find a mother who was young, beautiful and picky? It's really puzzling. After finishing my meal, I went upstairs to my room and felt worried looking at the bag full of bread. The pastry, which was still sweet, no longer looked or SMelled appetizing. Well, let’s eat it as a midnight snack later! That's it. With this idea in mind, I lay down on the bed comfortably, flipped through the latest comic books, and enjoyed the lazy time after dinner. ……Unknowingly, it was nearly eleven o’clock. Oops, I'm still not hungry, I feel full. I can’t worry about that much anymore, the exam is more important! I opened the history book, flipping through the pages one by one, repeating the instructions in the instruction manual, and putting the information on each page into my mouth and into my brain along with the pieces of bread. The problem is, the problem is, there is too much content in the exam. As I eat nearly a dozen slices of bread, I seem to feel food churning in my throat. I looked at the remaining five or six pages to be memorized, and with a strong heart, I drank a large glass of cold water, took a mouthful of cold water and a mouthful of bread, and stuffed five or six pieces of memory bread into my stomach. After eating, I let out a long burp and fell on the bed exhausted. After tossing and turning for a long time, I finally made myself temporarily forget about my uncomfortably full belly and fell into a light sleep. However, near midnight, I was awakened by a sudden cramping pain in my abdomen. Oops, my stomach hurts. FollowWhat followed was an endless wave of relief. I'm afraid that not only did I eat too much last night, but I also drank cold water and it hurt my stomach. I rushed into the toilet. After several intense venting sessions, the abdominal pain finally disappeared. Just when I was secretly glad that the diarrhea did not continue, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the pale white bread residue among the filth floating in the toilet, and it seemed that there were SMall words looming on it. My heart suddenly tightened. No, I don’t know how much of yesterday’s bread has been digested. At this point, there is nothing we can do about it. I have to take the exam even if I have to catch up. I finished my breakfast anxiously and entered the examination room. After getting the test paper, I started to answer the questions in confusion, but the thing I feared most happened. Although I have some remaining memories of each question, they are fragmented, inconsistent, specious, and simply a mess. I bit the bullet and finished answering the test paper, and spent this miserable day in a daze. …… Three days later, the "20 points!" test paper was finally handed out. Although the final score was better than the zero points I usually get, it still couldn't make me feel better. Alas, I still can’t escape my mother’s beating. Destiny, destiny, I comfort myself as always. Returning Home dejectedly, I made no attempt to hide the exam papers. I am tired of this trick. I have to give the test paper to my mother for signature every time, and then give the signed test paper to the Teacher for verification. This was the consensus reached by my mother and Teacher after I hid the test papers many times, and it also made it impossible for my bad grades to be hidden. Sitting in the room, I was thinking about how to explain it to my mother, when I suddenly caught a glimpse of the remaining memory bread at the foot of the table. I couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation in my heart. No matter what future technology, it didn't work at all. I picked up the bread bag indiscriminately and wanted to sweep it into the trash can, but unexpectedly discovered the second function of the instructions printed on the outer packaging, "Memory Modification". What's this? I wondered. A few days ago, because I was in a hurry to experiment, I did not read the full instructions for memory bread, but only experimented with the first item of "knowledge storage". Out of curiosity, I began to read aloud carefully. It turns out that memory bread is a prop used in future technology to educate and tutor children. It has several basic functions. First, it is used to teach children all kinds of knowledge and reduce the time of learning and memorizing. This is the "knowledge storage" function I use; The second is used to instill various lifestyles, etiquette, and principles into children, establish good living habits, and delete bad living habits, which is the second "memory modification" function. In short, the first function can only increase the knowledge reserve, and children can screen and analyze the input knowledge; the second function is mandatory. Once input, it does not become the child's knowledge reserve, but adds or replaces it. For his new memory and behavior pattern, the child will naturally believe the information instilled in him as true without discrimination, and perform it according to the instructions instilled. The instruction manual particularly emphasizes that this function is generally used for the education of young children and should be used with caution on adults and should be used under the guidance of School Teachers. This function sounds greatIt's amazing, but what's the use to me? I was thinking wildly when the paper door suddenly opened. "Nobita, I heard that the history scores have been announced, how did you do in the exam?" My mother unexpectedly attacked me before I could finish thinking of my excuses. She must have heard something about it somewhere. Caught off guard, I could only take out the test paper honestly. When my mother saw it, her murderous aura suddenly increased, "Nobita, why did you fail me again! Just lie down on the bed!" When I saw my mother's posture, I felt cold. Dad is on a business trip today, and no one can stop mom. Besides, mom is more willing to accept soft things than hard words, and maybe there will be a change of scenery with a few words of begging for mercy. I quickly squeezed out a few tears and said, "mom, I know I was wrong. I will study hard, listen carefully, and complete my Homework from now on. Ugh." Who knew that my mother was in a particularly irritable mood today, and she became even more angry when she heard that, "A boy, why should you cry? Don't cry. You really have no future. Your father is not at Home, so you have to be the man of the Family." As the mother scolded, she picked up the wooden ruler on the table and said it without thinking. Hitting my back and ass. Now, the fake tears turned into real tears. I cried loudly without giving up, but was punished even more fiercely by my mother. After my mother taught me a lesson, she was still angry. "This month's pocket money is gone. Wait until when you can pass history, and then ask me for pocket money with your test paper." I sat on the bed in a daze. It was true that misfortune never comes singly. Not only did I get beaten, but I also lost this month's pocket money. The money also flew away. Yesterday I was planning to buy the comic book that will be published this week. Do I have to borrow it from the miser like my husband again... By the way, memory bread! If I use this bread to change my mother's memory and make her think that I got full marks in the exam, then don't... try it, it's a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor. So, according to the instruction manual, I found a SMall toothpaste-like tube at the bottom of the bread bag. This is a memory modification sauce specially used to write memory contents. I tried to squeeze out a little bit, but it SMelled like strawberry jam, which was probably very delicious. I was too lazy to experiment, so I wrote directly on a piece of bread: "Nobita scored 100 points in the history test today." Then he carefully took the bread and went downstairs. My mother was still angry with me. I went up and said with a SMile, "mom, I know I was wrong. I will study hard in the future and not make my mother angry." "It's not enough to know that I was wrong. You just always let your mother worry about your studies. Normally, your parents are good at studying. , why are you like this..." I quickly interrupted my mother's tirade, "mom, don't worry. I will really correct it this time. You see, this is the bakery on the street on my way Home today. The bread I just bought is a new one. It’s very delicious. Try it, mom, and you won’t be angry anymore.” mom looked at me a little surprised, “But no matter what, you must pass the exam next time.” I still don’t have any pocket money.” “Yes, don’t worry. mom, please try it first.” I handed it over cautiously.She asked for bread and said in a coquettish tone. Because the writing on the surface of the bread was very sloppy, it was actually no different from the strawberry jam. mom took it without hesitation and ate it one bite at a time. "It tastes really good. Is it the one on the corner? You can buy more next time." My mother seemed to be influenced by my sudden filial piety. She didn't blame me for the exam and continued to prepare for dinner. After about half an hour, I guessed that the piece of bread was almost completely digested, so I tried to mention the exam to my mother, "mom, this history test..." But I saw my mother wipe away the previous sadness and completely SMile. He said to me, "Yeah, I know. What reward do you want?" "Huh?" "mom didn't expect you to make such great progress and get full marks in the exam." "Huh?" I didn't expect things to go so SMoothly. , my mother just believed the memory I fabricated for her. I didn't know how to answer for a while. "Hey, my mother was not good in the past. She always thought you were a fool. Every time, when she saw you failed the exam, she couldn't help but beat you because she felt that you were not like her child at all. I should encourage you more in the future. "Excuse me. Our Daxiong is quite SMart. Besides, there are no stupid kids who can only fail every time." The more my mother praised me, the more I felt like my mother was sarcastic, and my face burned. My self-esteem, which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly reared its head again, and was stabbed to death by my mother's satisfied expression and words of praise. I couldn't help but think bitterly, what a mother, if you have good grades, you are a good child, but if you have bad grades, you are not like your son. Am I, Nobita, so useless? Then I thought about blaming my mother. If you hadn't forced me to eat so much dinner, how could I have indigestion and diarrhea, so that I failed the exam... As I thought about it, I wandered around with the idea that if I became a father, I would definitely I will not do this to my children, I will definitely let them be free. Hey, by the way, I can actually try it too. I thought of the memory bread and ignored my mother's praise, "mom, let me go upstairs." I went upstairs and picked up a piece of memory bread, thought for a while, and wrote a line: "Nobitama is the five-year-old daughter of Nobita Nobita." . After writing, I quickly went downstairs and presented the magic bread to my mother. "mom, I don't want any reward. You work so hard, so I should study hard. I still have the delicious bread you mentioned just now. mom, please try it again." "Nobita..." mom was a little bit impressed by me today. I was stunned by all the "good performances" I had received. I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know how to praise me. My eye circles seemed a little red. My heart is full of anger. mom, actually I love you very much. But why do you only pay attention to grades, bread, these superficial things, but you can't see my heart. I still asked with an innocent tone on my face, "mom, just eat it. I'll buy more next time at most." "Okay, okay." mom swallowed the bread in two mouthfuls, not knowing what it tasted like. After eating, my mother was busy in the kitchen and chatting with me again.They chatted for a while. I observed my mother silently. Within ten minutes, my mother's performance didn't change much. She was still doing it dexterously and methodically. Ten minutes later, my mother began to feel at a loss. She picked up the spatula and put it down again. She held the rag in her hand and didn't know where to wipe it. She mumbled some words with no meaning in her mouth. Suddenly, my mother stopped her unknown work, looked up and looked around, suddenly looked at me steadily, and shouted in a clear childish voice, "Dad." Then she jumped towards me and jumped on my face. In arms. "Dad, Dad, Yuzi is hungry, I want to eat." In fact, although I am already in the second grade of junior high School, I am not fully developed yet, but I am as tall as my mother. mom opened her arms and hugged me tightly like a child hugging an adult. She pressed her body against mine and put her head on my shoulder. She squirmed restlessly, "Dad, I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I want to eat." I want to eat." Since I can remember, my mother has never been so enthusiastic, so unscrupulous, and so full of physical contact with me. Even though we were separated by Home clothes, how could this thin cotton cloth with excellent softness be able to isolate the heat and fragrance from my mother's body, and how could it block the pain caused by the rubbing of her plump breasts on my chest? How can the intoxicating feeling eliminate the ecstasy when my mother's waist and hips accidentally brush against my crotch. I was so meSMerized for a moment that I felt the hardness and tightness in my pants. It seemed that my whole body was trying to find an outlet, but I turned a deaf ear to my mother's coquettish words in my ears. mom, probably seeing that I was ignoring her, actually bit my neck lightly with her SMall mouth. "Dad is bad! Ignore Yuzi!" In a daze, I felt the wet and hot pain on my neck. A heat flowed from my neck to my whole body. It was actually my mother who bit her lightly and then sucked the bite. After a few sucks, my mother probably thought it was fun, and started to giggle again. For a while, the silver bell trembled wildly, and I didn't know how high the sky was. I quickly gathered my thoughts, pushed my mother away gently, and said to my mother in a coaxing tone, "Good boy, Yuzi, daddy will find you something to eat right away." My mother nodded obediently, did not continue to mess around, and sat down on the sofa obediently. I watched the children's channel I tuned up attentively, laughing with joy from time to time. I pretended to be busy in the kitchen, but my mind still hadn't calmed down. Although I impulsively adjusted my mother's memory to that of my five-year-old daughter, I didn't have any plans for how to get along with my mother next. But inside, I was filled with the joy of complete freedom and indescribable impulses, as if something was about to surge out of my body. Although I don’t know how to do it, I know that I still can’t give up this sudden sweet feeling. I thought about it in my mind. Dad won't be back for another week and a half. Let's see. Let’s talk about being a father to a mother first. Now that he has become his mother’s father, he must be responsible for her daily life and take care of her. Since I don't know how to cook, I might as well go out and buy something for my mother to eat. I remember my mother’s favorite foods were rice balls and octopus balls. Telling mother not toAfter going for a walk, I left Home and quickly bought these two items of food at a nearby food store. When I got Home and opened the door, my mother was still watching the children's program intently. I shouted to her: "Yuzi. Look, what delicious food did dad buy you?" mom turned her head, glanced down, and saw the two food boxes in my hand. "Octopus balls!" She ran over happily, snatched the box from my hand, couldn't wait to take out the meatballs and started eating them. "Be careful, be careful not to burn it." I unknowingly integrated into the role of dad and looked after me with a little worry. "Yeah." mom ate without knowing whether she heard what I said. Unconsciously, my mother destroyed more than twenty octopus balls by herself, but did not try to eat the rice balls. It seems that my mother’s love for eating rice balls was a hobby she only developed after she grew older. After my mother was full, she started to play coquettishly with me. "daddy is so kind!" She half-knelt and half-climbed to my side, where I was sitting on the sofa trying to kill the rice balls. "The octopus balls are so delicious." "daddy is the best!" Yuzi hugged my neck, kissed me hard, and then looked at me coquettishly. "I will eat more Yuzi in the future!" "Okay! Okay!" I looked at my mother's face steadily. I had never looked at my mother from top to bottom from this angle, nor had I examined my mother's beauty with this kind of gaze. My mother has a delicate and SMall oval face, with black hair flowing down her shoulders, fair and delicate skin, slightly red eyes, a straight and delicate nose, and although she does not use makeup, her eyebrows are still picturesque. There is a SMall mole the size of a sesame seed on my mother's upturned red lips. My father often jokes that it is a romantic mole, and my mother laughs and scolds him for saying it is nonsense. However, it is undeniable that this SMall mole adds a lot of sultry charm to my mother. . What’s hard to suppress is that although my mother’s face is full of mature beauty, her eyes are so clear and bright, as transparent and innocent as a child. Such contradictory delusions only add to mom’s alluring and criminal charm. I caught a glimpse of my mother’s lips from the corner of my eye. Hey, that black thing is not a mole, but the takoyaki sauce. I couldn't help but SMile bitterly. Hey, I didn’t expect that a mother who always loves to be tidy would turn into such a messy child. I stretched out my finger and wiped it on my mother's lips to wipe away the remaining sauce. There is a warm feeling on the fingertips, which makes people want to touch it more. Unexpectedly, my mother suddenly shouted, "Ah, delicious teriyaki sauce!" Then she stretched out her scarlet tongue, pecked my fingers that I couldn't take back, licked away a little bit of teriyaki sauce, and then seemed to come back again. He opened his mouth and took my finger in his mouth, sucking gently. I felt like I was being electrocuted. My whole body was hot and warm, as if there was not a finger in my mother's mouth, but my whole body being held in her mouth. I could feel the squeezing and teasing of my mother's tender and warm mouth. After sucking lightly, my mother felt that there was no taste, so she opened her mouth and raised her head again, and continued to shake my neck, "daddy plays with me, daddy plays with me." Because of my condescending relationship, I could easily pass through my mother's Home.He opened his mouth in submission and looked directly at her plump and white breasts. mom was wearing a set of bright red Underwear today. The edge of the half-cup bra was lined with lace, which was dazzlingly beautiful when reflected on her snow-white skin. Because my mother insisted on breastfeeding me until I was one year old, my mother's breasts were also proudly sized among women of the same age. According to visual inspection, they might be as big as a D cup. Moreover, these two beautiful lumps of flesh were following my mother's movements. It swayed restlessly, attracting my eyes to keep chasing, and also made my heart jump up and down. My mother noticed my gaze and of course she would not express any objection to it. What is surprising is that she actually expressed dissatisfaction with the bra she wears every day. "Dad, my chest feels tight. That little dress is too tight and makes me uncomfortable." Seeing that I didn't say anything, she took off her Home top without hesitation and stretched out her hands to me wearing only her Underwear. , "Dad, I can't take off this dress, please help me." Since I was seven years old, my mother has stopped bathing with me. Moreover, my mother is conservative by nature and refuses to wear a bikini even if she goes to the swimming pool or the beach. Therefore, I haven’t seen my mother’s belly and back for many years. All I saw was that my mother's lower abdomen was flat, without any fat. Although it couldn't be called a wasp's waist, it was considered slender and beautiful when set off by her large breasts and fat buttocks. My mother urged me urgently, "Hurry up, Dad, it's not comfortable to strangle." I followed my instructions and turned behind my mother, stretched out my trembling hands, and tried to help my mother unbuckle her bra. I failed several times because I was too nervous. My mother became more and more reluctant. Finally, with a pop in my heart, the back half of the bra automatically unfolded. But maybe because my mother's breasts are tall and plump, the front half is still hanging on my mother's chest. Before I could reach out my hand, my mother cheered, threw away the bra, turned around, and a pair of fat breasts appeared in front of my eyes. I was almost stunned by the beautiful scenery in my field of vision. I saw my mother’s plump breasts, shaped like two plump jade bowls, standing on her chest. The skin on her chest was transparent and white, with faint blue blood vessels visible. Two peanuts. The big and SMall bright red nipples stand proudly upright; probably due to breastfeeding, the areola is slightly larger, about half the width of a finger. Before I could finish enjoying the beautiful scenery, my mother put on the top of her Home clothes and said to herself, "Dad, play with me!" My mind was already dizzy. Not knowing the north, south, east, and west, I foolishly followed my mother's instructions and played a game of eagle catching chicks with her. I play the eagle, she plays the chicken, you chase me. After my mother became a little girl, she seemed to have a lot more energy. She chased her for more than half an hour. Although she was out of breath, she still wanted to continue playing. I, on the other hand, was extremely tired. The only thing that could be called a reward was seeing my mother's plump balls bouncing and jumping as she ran. It was very tempting and spectacular. But the consequence of this was that I had to straighten my lower body and chase and fight with my mother, which added to my hardship. of course, every time I catch my mother’s chick, I will always take the opportunity to do something to her, whether it’sI have kneaded and played with both her beautiful breasts and plump ass. But my mother would giggle and run away, and I was very helpless about it.