Mother and child lust (3-4)

(3) What my mother let me see after hearing whispers late at night was the most beautiful and moving figure I have ever seen! mother bent down and hid in the corner of the bed, hugging her naked body. Her hair was messed up and spread over her face, hiding her eyes. Her naked body shows off her graceful figure. Beautiful ankles, SMooth white shoulders, SMooth and soft back. The shoulders are white and slightly red, as if they are embarrassed because they are exposed for the first time. I have already admired the plump thighs, but the waist above is as graceful as a willow silk, twisting the soft and boneless body. A trace of my mother's snow-preserved breasts came into view at a startling glance and captured my soul. This pair of lilac breasts has been shaped by Chinese culture for thousands of years. It belongs to Chinese women and the mother's own breasts. I had made love with her so many times, and she had never been naked. I was so anxious to satisfy my sexual desire that I didn't mind and missed these bone-crushing scenes. A woman is a mirror of a man. Whatever a man does to a woman will create a mirror image on the woman's mirror. A man forcefully and roughly stripped her petite mother naked, completely exposing her body to him. A ferocious beast appeared on her unclothed body, and that was myself. The posture of my mother's knees was as if she were kneeling naked to beg me for mercy. Her mounds of shame were slightly raised, and the mysterious triangle of grass was shining with the light of dewdrops. This fresh female body is what I admire and pursue. I can't take my eyes off it. The mother raised her head and revealed two pitiful eyes between her disheveled hair. The fire of desire in my heart could not be extinguished, but was fanned even higher. I was like a mountain pressing in front of my mother, my blood was boiling as we faced each other, two naked bodies. My naked body was on fire, heating up constantly, holding up a pillar and waving in the air. I wanted to pounce on her, fight like a lion, capture my mother, press her under me, pierce my thing into her body like a sharp spearhead, and pour the topless waves of lust onto her. My mother had reasons for not being naked and having sex with others, but she couldn't do this to me. I am a wanderer, you are a resentful woman, and you are making half-hearted love to me. Why don't you let me completely possess you happily. I hugged my mother's delicate body tightly, which was a strong bear hug. I took her SMall breasts in my hands. It is completely naked, with nowhere to hide. In my hand, it looks like a sleeping bird, with its own slightly beating heart. Although the nipples are SMall, they are erect, like sharp beaks, and they peck my hand. They are hard but also soft. The palm of my hand is soft. My cock, as hard as iron, pressed against her lower abdomen, pulsing. She couldn't help twisting and struggling, and the thing of mine that was waiting for an opportunity to penetrate between her thighs almost spurted out. She couldn't help but tremble, terrified that I was about to forcefully take her. The last bit of her strength was offset by my coercion, and I just refused to let her go. I said, "mom, give it to me. I can't bear it anymore." My mother burst into tears, and her breasts sank deeply into my chest. I hugged her, caressed her shoulders and back, and comforted her. Tell her, mom, give it to me, give it to me now. Saying that, I pressed her down, but my thing either couldn't be inserted firmly or slipped out. My mother was crying and arguing with me.She refused to open her legs, letting me know that I had bullied her and forced her to have sex. But what could excite me more than this situation? I chased her little mouth, asking her to open her mouth and kiss me. I've had enough of those half-hearted people who love me, and they want some hot sex. If you don't cooperate, I'll really show you some color, or I'll tie you up! "Give it to me, give it to me, it will be done soon." But I soon understood that if I didn't get my mother's full cooperation, I wouldn't be able to insert that thing into her body. I did have an indestructible spear, but I couldn't break through the door between my mother's legs. I was waiting for my mother's hand, her cold and slender fingers, to hold me and guide me into the warm, moist flesh cavity that I longed for... In the stalemate and entanglement, my desire could no longer exist. Can't control it. There is a picture in my mind of my mother being tied up, completely naked of course. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her pair of SMall breasts were tied up like a fool, changing her shape. She was helpless, looking at me with tears in her eyes, licking her and sucking her nipples. At that moment, there was a fire between the two legs and it went off. I hugged my mother tightly, raised her buttocks and pressed her close to me, and then fired, spraying on her body, legs, and bed. "That's enough, that's enough. Let me go. You're crushing me," she said. I woke her up and let her go. She stretched out her naked body on the bed like a live fish. Her tears are on her face, and my kiss marks are on her body. "mom, what are you doing tonight? Why don't you give it to me?" I thought in my heart that it was the strongest sex I had ever had with her. If she lets me shoot this blast deep into her pussy, she'll know what it means to be a young man. "Because of what we are doing, I am already ashamed enough. Please leave me a little bit of dignity." She sat up, resting her head on her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm sorry..." I also sat up and leaned next to her, saying apologetically. What can I say to comfort her? Tell her, don't be ashamed, it will be like this when love is strong. I couldn't tell because I slept with another woman without telling my Wife. This woman was none other than my mother. She was all about solving my sexual problems for me when my Wife was not around. The mother was like this, hugging her knees, her SMall breasts pressed against her thighs, her shoulders hunched, and her cries trembled. I looked at her, afraid to touch her again. I saw that there was a trembling and disordered soul hidden in my mother's body, and the distance from body to soul was so far away that it seemed like there was a big mountain between her and me. At this moment, I was touched. I wanted to reach out my hand and touch her soul and heart. "mom, I'm sorry. I just thought that we were already together and wanted to get closer to you. Since we had sex, I thought you didn't mind showing me your naked body... I thought you were wearing clothes. It seems a little weird to have sex with me..." My tongue became enlarged and I couldn't move it anymore. "You won't understand." It turns out that I really don't understand my mother. A woman who refuses to be naked to me must have her reasons. I can't understand. There are some things about women that men cannot understand. However, I love this mother who I cannot understand even more.My love for her is also inexplicable. Finally, three months after I started a sexual relationship with my mother, I felt the need to say that I loved her. "mom, I really don't understand. But you know I love you." I stretched out my arms, my gesture was to accommodate her naked shoulders in my arms. I hope she snuggles up to me because I tell her I love her. To my surprise, these words did not make her happy, but... "Don't touch me. Don't say you can't love me," my mother said. "I've always loved you." I put my arm around her shoulders, but she didn't come to me. "It's not that kind of love. Yes, I asked you to have sex with me because your Wife hasn't come yet. When your Wife comes, the relationship will stop, that's it. This is definitely not the kind of love you said. , you must not love me." "mom, how can this be the case, we both have sex! What is that not love? I just feel that I don't love you enough." "Nonsense, don't say you love me. That's it. You don't know how. "I understand." "You won't understand this sentence. If you don't say it, how can I understand it? What is that if it's not love?" "Don't say it anymore. Alas! What I least wanted to happen finally happened." mother said I took her hand and said. "mom, are you annoyed that I take off your clothes? Then, I promise, I won't take off a button of your clothes unless you take them off voluntarily." "I think you can't retain any dignity when Making Love with your son. It's not entirely yours. Wrong, I'm just annoyed. You're not a woman, you won't understand." She covered her face with her hands, shook her head and sighed. "mom, tell me! I really want to know you." I begged her. "Don't force me to say it, you won't understand even if you tell me." I couldn't understand my mother's words at the time. It wasn’t until a few years later, when I was traveling between Hong Kong and Canada, juggling between two Homes and two wives, that I finally understood. My mother stayed with me and became my Wife on this side of the Pacific. Like father, like son. The son will follow in his father's footsteps and fall in love with another woman. This is what the mother is worried about. I think that if my woman "outside" were not my mother, it would be impossible for two families to coexist. My Family may not have peace, or even be ruined. This was my mother's original intention when she sacrificed herself for me to vent my sexual desires. However, that night, my gaze on her naked body awakened her sexual desire that had been dormant for many years. When I touched my mother's SMall breasts and made love to her, I already felt that the love was different. It was not just that taking off her clothes made me more excited, but I found that there was a fire inside my mother. rising. I said, "mom, allow me to say it. Not only do I see that you have a very charming body. But also, when you have sex, your appearance is cold, but your body is hot, and your heart is also hot." "No." Say, this is all your fantasy. That's not true." The mother covered her ears, turned to lie on her side, and buried her head in the pillow. She became excited again. I put my hand on her soft waist, caressed her gently, told her to calm down, and said, "mom, I said the wrong thing again. I know how much you love me. I love you too." I just want to maintain the current arrangement. I promised you that you can take off as much as you want without forcing you.You are not allowed to, never touch your breasts, even though they are the most tempting things in the world. If you don’t want to be naked, how would I know if you didn’t tell me? I understand, I will

put your clothes back on for you, okay? "She didn't object. I picked up her light body and half-snuggled her against my chest. With a shy look on her face, she stretched out her arms and helped me put on my sleeves. The buttons were buttoned one by one from bottom to top, leaving the two buttons under the collar unbuttoned. This was sexy enough. I could imagine that deep under the collar, there was a pair of SMall nipples that I fell in love with. "mom, don't move. Wait for me." She looked confused and watched me get out of bed. What was she looking for in the drawer? I found a SMall towel and wiped all the Semen on her thighs and belly for her. "Let me do it myself," she said. "No, let me. I made the mess." I asked her to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs hanging down. I knelt in front of the bed and wiped it for her carefully. The legs were placed casually, not completely closed. I rubbed it between her legs, and she gradually opened her legs, allowing me to rub it deep into her thighs, all the way to her pubic mound. My mother’s private parts were open for me, and her labia were grinning at me. I took the opportunity to spread her thighs a little further and open the folds of her labia for a look. I had never had sex there, nor had I teased it, but it was dripping with love juice, running down the inside of my thighs and mixing with my Semen. This is my mother's secret passage for me to go in and out every night. Twenty-seven or eight years ago, I came out of this SMall crack and came to this colorful world. It can only be said to be the seed left by someone, not the fruit of love. I have had so much love with a woman, and this is the first time I have seen the shape of her pussy. Women are all the same, right? It seems not, the scenery is different. As you get older, don’t you lose your freshness? Not necessarily. mother's slit is equally tender and tight. My mother's SMall breasts were forcefully exposed to me, but her SMall pussy was so easily displayed to me. Maybe, she'll let me lick her labia. But I didn't dare, for fear of offending her, I didn't even dare to ask politely if it was okay. Maybe there will be a chance in the future. The fact is that in the future, many of the fun in the boudoir will start from licking her pussy and caressing her labia. Seeing my mother’s Pleasure makes me extremely happy! "mom, I know you're wrong, please don't annoy me anymore. Okay?" I whispered while wiping it for her. Seeing such a fresh and tender labia, slightly open to me, I didn't dare to think about it. as. She wiped away her tears, said nothing, just nodded and ruffled my hair. I feel that I have been forgiven by my mother. And I feel that our two hearts have never been so close to each other as at this moment. I stood up, sat next to her, and gently held her waist. I didn't dare to touch other parts of her body, not even her thighs. With all my gentleness, I held my mother in my soft arms, found her slightly open mouth on her face, and pecked her gently a few times. Her lips were trembling. My tongue teased her for a while, then she opened her lips and stuck out my tongue, letting me kiss her full. "That's enough." After a long kiss, she pushed me away. I get it, she has a line of defense, I can’t figure out what she used to prevent me? I kiss my mother with this kiss, and she will not be confused about what I am thinking. She lost her sense of proportion, and her bare thighs no longer held a defensive posture. Her pajamas only covered her pubic mound, and her mysterious triangle was looming, tempting me unconsciously. I enjoyed my mother's casual sexiness at this moment, and kept this sweet moment until my mother opened her heart a little more, and her breasts would be willing to show off for me. Before returning to Hong Kong, I was only worried about how to cope with my sex life after leaving my Wife and being alone. Unexpectedly, my mother would be willing to let herself have sex with me, and the reunion between mother and son would turn into an unethical love affair. The release of sexual desire can be dealt with once a week. However, we go to bed every night, which shows that our love has reached the point where we are inseparable. mother, don't blame me for being young and frivolous, and for trying to show off your SMall breasts. I accidentally bumped into my mother's forbidden area of ​​passion. Although her breasts were SMall, they were just the right size for her petite body. The nipples stand up and become lighter in color, making them dazzling and charming. I knew I was obsessed with my mother's SMall breasts, which drew me to her bed every night. I had to say something for those breasts and to SMooth things over for myself, so I knew it might make my mother unhappy, so I took a risk and said, "mom, the dirty words I said to your breasts tonight were all because of I have never seen it before. I have only seen it with my own eyes now. I did one thing right, which is to expose your breasts completely, so that I can see how beautiful your mother's body is. Why do you have such a pair of beautiful breasts? You don’t want me to see you, but let me touch you? When I touch you, your breasts feel soft and soft, and they feel like the best treasures I have ever touched.” “Don’t say these dirty words to your mother, I won’t. I love hearing it." "mom, I can't force you, I just want you to be happy. Don't be hard on yourself, okay? Let me love you! Enjoy the love I give you..." She closed her eyes and A tear slipped down his cheek. She had all kinds of resentments and affections in her heart, but she never complained, and no one talked to her. "Treat your Wife well and love me," she said. "I won't betray her, but I won't betray you either." I whispered in her ear and pecked her little mouth. That night, she didn't send me back to the upper bunk again. She pulled up the sheets to cover our nakedness and spent the night together in the same bed. Under the quilt, her naked thighs were intertwined with mine. My thing was so swollen that it was about to explode, and she knew it, and it was tightly pressed against her thigh all night long. No sex was asked for, and the mother didn't show mercy and lead the poor thing where it wanted to go. But I already feel very happy. It was not until later, not long after, that my mother realized that she also had rights and took the initiative to ask for more from me as my Wife. From that night on, we slept together without any agreement. I just took it for granted and stayed on her bed after having sex. Sometimes when I come Home at night, she goes to sleep first, and when I lift up the quilt, she wakes up, stretches out her white arms, and welcomes me into her arms. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I'll touch a trace under the quiltnaked body, and two SMall naked breasts. I couldn't help but hold it in my hand and caress it, just like catching a bird. (4) On the day when Amy came to Hong Kong, my mother made an exception and had sex during the day, and she kept doing it. She tricked me into getting my apartment, which was provided by the Company. It was renovated a few months ago, but I haven't moved in yet. She refused to live with me in that place, saying she would be unhappy if Amy knew that another woman had slept in her bed. How could Amy know? The reason is that my mother does not want to "share" a bed with a second woman. That is to say, she does not want me to sleep with another woman after sleeping in the same bed with her. I understand the pettiness of women. For my mother's sake, or to be more correct, I should say that for my own "sexual happiness", I don't have to live in a spacious and noble new Home. So︳I haven’t moved there yet. A week before Amy came to Hong Kong, our increasingly sweet sex life suddenly cooled down and became dull. My mother made love to me as usual. However, I could feel that it was only her body that was Making Love, and her soul was not there at all. After it was over, after I pulled out of her, she wouldn't let me kiss her again, and she would no longer indulge in the lingering warmth of sex.