Mother and child lust (5-6)

(5) When I came back from the airport, Amy was sitting next to me in the front of the car, and my mother was in the back seat, between her two grandchildren. She took out a top and a rocker from her handbag, both made of wood, and gave them to them. He said to them: "This is your father's childhood toy. I keep it and give it to his children one day. Ask him to teach you how to play when he has time." The mother said. Children all say they know how to play without being taught. I haven't seen them for half a year, but they all seem to have grown a lot taller. Isn’t this time of Family reunion what I’ve been waiting for? The children had a fuss in the carriage and were all so tired that they fell asleep. Then, two women, one behind the other, kept talking in the carriage. My mother and Amy had never met. When we got married, she was afraid of the long distance and did not come to Canada to be my officiant. At the door of my mother's house, watching my mother go in, I said to Amy, this is where I grew up. Amy stuck her head out of the window, and I looked up from my window. Rows of lights lit up the windows of this old apartment. Looking up from the twilight streets below, I don’t know what kind of secrets of life are hidden there. mother said that after Amy came, her Wife would take care of her, so she would be of no use to her. She was only half right. Amy is still Amy, and I love her. A breakup is better than a wedding. She is even more enthusiastic and unresTrained in bed. She won't let me go, as if she wants to get back everything I owe her in the past six months. Amy, she really is, wearing extremely expensive Underwear, and its brand is a mark of temptation. The bra was too SMall to cover her breasts. The two shoulder straps hold it up straight. Amy's breasts were SMooth and plump in her hands, and warm and fragrant when held against her chest. She was waiting for me on the bed, posing in various seductive poses with her graceful figure. Curvy and protruding figure. After giving birth to two children, Amy became more mature and had the charm of a Young Woman. She is my first love, my young Wife, she is the one I love. There was a strange feeling surrounding me from all sides. That was the scene when I had sex with my mother. For many nights, I hugged my mother and imagined Amy's body. This body, I kiss, caress, and tease. I imagined the enthusiastic response, making passionate love, the love affair of a young couple. When I was going in and out of this body, thrusting back and forth, she was shaking under me, shouting, give it to me, give it to me, I was in ecstasy. That sexy body under my eyes is exactly what I miss. However, when my lifeblood was pressed against her thigh and entered her body, what I wanted to feel was the feeling my mother gave me. Lying softly, silently at my mercy. I closed my eyes when I entered her, and a blush spread on my face, with a bit of shyness and a bit of tenderness. My lifeblood is in her Vagina, which makes me feel that what I have now is the best... It is Amy who is Making Love to me. When I look at Amy, she is still the same beauty, with the same eyes. Blurred, entangled with me, my mother's figure suddenly flashed into my mind, overlapping with Amy. Amy used her mother's figure to make love to me, just like that cold spring night when she opened her legs for me... …When I go Home every night, it’s like I’m controlled by something, still passing the old road, arrived at the bottom of the old apartment and looked up. I called, but no one answered for a long time. I knew she was Home and let the phone continue to ring until she picked up the receiver. I said, "mom, are you there? Can I come up?" She said, "No, you should go Home." I said, "Only for a moment." She said, "No, you can't come up, we can't "Yes." I said, "mom, why are you ignoring me?" She said, "Go Home quickly, Amy is waiting for you." "You are also waiting for me to come back. You are used to it. I know." She didn't answer and hung up. I called again, but she stopped answering. My mother's way of avoiding me was to come to my house often. She became Amy's guide and took them around. She taught Amy how to cook Chinese food and knit. My mother used knitting needles to knit sweaters and scarves for me with her own hands and sent them to Canada in the cold weather. I saw two women sitting on the sofa in the living room, knitting a sweater for me together. One is the thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the other is the "warmth card", which I will wear on my body. One is my Wife and the other is my Lover. They are both my women. They knit with higher stitches and lower stitches. The sweaters are getting longer and longer, as if weaving into a net, covering and tying me up...I can't imagine it. What would be the consequences if one day Amy knew what my mother and I had done in bed while she was away? The mother seemed to be doing well and being kind to Emmy and her children. I watched from the side and they seemed to be a pair of sisters who got along very well. Amy has her limited Chinese vocabulary and has no problem communicating with her mother. I wonder what they are talking about? Amy said that before coming to Hong Kong, she was always worried about not being able to get along with her Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. After meeting her, I found her to be very easy-going. She said her mother was the kindest woman she had ever seen. My mother is such a little woman, tolerant in everything, accommodating others, and never seeking her own interests. My name is Contradiction, and I am torn in half between these two women. When I first returned to Hong Kong, I was so eager to expect Amy to come soon. Now, I wish she hadn't come. I haven't changed my mind, I still love her just as much. However, as soon as Amy came, my mother became as cold as ice to me. There was a protective shield around her, preventing me from getting close to her. And between the eyes of my mother and I chasing and dodging, and her thoughtful expression when she was immersed in knitting a sweater, there was a wonderful feeling that was growing and spreading. It made me feel uneasy when I didn't see her, and when I saw her, I felt uneasy. Her heart was churning. If you want to torture yourself, it is best to fall in love with two women at the same time, one of which is your mother. I feel like I am being burned in hell. Not getting what you want is painful, and losing it is also painful, but it is not as painful as worrying about gains and losses. It feels like being covered in insect bites and unnatural. It will be fruitless to continue to fall in love like this, because two women cannot coexist. My mother's first half of her life was a living example of the lessons she learned from my father. Unless I could send Amy back to Canada, there was no reason for me to stay alone in Hong Kong. The only relief is to ask my boss to transfer me back to Canada. It will be over once and for all. I would rather do this. On a winter night before Christmas, I was wandering downstairs of my mother's house in a dimly lit area. What is mother doing there? Knitting a sweater? Miss me? The memories in my chest are roughHe couldn't hold it back and went straight to the door. My mother knew it was me and didn't answer the door. I had caught her eye when I looked up from the street. "mom, did Amy tell you? We are going back to Canada. Open the door. I have something to tell you clearly." I said outside the door. "Go back. You've gone back to Canada. We have nothing to say." "mom, can you be so heartless? You made me lose my soul. I won't leave until you open the door. I must make a deal with you tonight. Got it." I said loudly. There was silence inside the door. I waited outside the door for a long, long time. Suddenly the door opened, and I immediately slipped in through the opening of the door. My mother stood inside, lowered her head, and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it." Without saying a word, I rushed forward like a hungry lion, grabbed her, and kissed her wildly on the face. At first, my mother resisted me hard, trying to get rid of me. Gradually, she softened, and with a vague "hum" in her throat, she hid in my arms, let me put my hands in her hair, lifted her chin, and kissed her deeply. It had been a long time since I held her or kissed her. It seems like a century. And I have never kissed her like this, like the kiss of Lovers reunited after a long separation. The feeling of mother's body is still so familiar and kind. Her breath, body temperature and body fragrance, and the SMell of Home mixed with the air of this house. We then had sex again. Every life is like a shabby TV series. The plot is full of love triangles, abnormal love, bad relationships, and wishing we met before we were married... It drags on and on endlessly. It's just whether the director intends to delay the scene. Do we still want to drag it out? I will leave and separate the two places from now on. I don’t know if I will have the opportunity to be so loving again. This will be our last time. Parting is the most touching. At this moment, my dear mother, you are mine. No need to pretend to cover up, come to the most original and straightforward confession. After facing each other in silence for a moment, I looked toward her room, and my mother followed my gaze and looked in that direction. She lowered her head, walked over, lifted the door curtain, and looked back. I caught up, grabbed her cold hand, and together we crossed the threshold and entered her room. There was no light in the room, and under the color temperature of the neon light coming in from outside, I looked at my mother's face. She sat on the edge of the bed, her head hanging down, her hands on her knees. I sat next to her and held her waist. Her body was tense, her chest was rising and falling, and her breath was getting thicker and thicker. I kissed the crook of her neck, her face, her eyebrows, and she looked up to the sky. She held her breath as he kissed her on the SMall mouth. The thing about her that I wanted to touch the most was the pair of SMall breasts, with the hard beak of a bird, which pecked the palm of my hand and touched my heart. I want to expose it. I asked her again and again, is it okay? "What? What did you say?" She seemed unable to hear me. I put my hand on her chest as a matter of course. While I was talking, I squeezed her SMall breasts and said, "I want to have sex with you now. Can I take off your clothes during sex? I mean, I want to take off your clothes." Take it off." She turned away and lowered her head without saying a word. After a while, she nodded, carefully placed it on her collar, and unbuttoned the first button. "I'm here to help you." My hand moved to hersWith her hands covering hers, she shrank her shoulders, opened her collar, and took off her sleeves, revealing her two round shoulders and a hint of snow chest. The mother didn't wear a bra. She didn't wear a bra at Home. She didn't have to worry about the irritating effects of the vacuum, and she was usually alone at Home. I exposed her two beloved nipples, held them in my hands, and let them peck my lips. Then I gently took each nipple in my mouth and teased it with the tip of my tongue. The nipple tips gradually swelled. My mother unbuttoned one button, and I followed her to unbutton the next one. Imitating her hands, which are usually the lightest, he unbuttoned the rest of her buttons one by one and pulled down the zipper. Her panties under her skirt began to turn into a lace bikini at some point, sealing up her mysterious little hole, waiting for me to reveal it. mother's skirt fell off and fell silently to the ground. Using skillful gestures, I rolled up my mother's panties and slid them down to her ankles. I lifted her feet, and she raised her calves and cooperated with me to free her panties from her calves one after another. My mother had stripped off all her clothes and sat in front of me. I folded all her clothes, and she took them from my hands and put them next to the pillow. Her clothes were all inconspicuous and old-fashioned, and they had remained the same for ten years. Once she took off her clothes, her petite figure was revealed, and with her shy expression, she looked like a completely unique woman. The mother's naked body was like a crystal clear white jade pear, with two light red nipples, a deep navel and light pubic hair, which perfectly set off the beauty. I placed her on the bed and spread her whole body. She immediately closed her legs and covered her private parts and chest. I grabbed her hand and told her, "mom, it doesn't matter, we are going to have sex." I forced her to spread out on the narrow bed with one leg on the bed and one leg dangling over the edge of the bed. Deep in the splayed thighs, two pieces of tender flesh appeared in the sparse and light pubic hair, and a deep seam opened. My hands gently teased there, like plucking strings, and her body trembled. The slit of the labia has been opened, just waiting for me to come. mother, you, this alluring Venus, have made it impossible for me to have a blind date even though we have seen each other for the past six months. Can you bear it yourself? I want to possess you now so that you will never forget how we loved each other. She still didn't dare to face my erect desire, so I lifted one of her thighs with one hand, raising her buttocks high. Her body was so SMall and light, at my mercy. I pressed down and pushed in until she swallowed my life completely into her Vagina. mother frowned and let out another sweet cry in her throat. "mom, you made me fall in love with you. I know that you love me too, don't deny it. Tonight, don't worry about anything else, let me love you. It doesn't matter if it lasts forever, just what I once had." "Oh... no. ..." My mother held me tightly between her legs. Tears dripped from the corners of my mother's eyes. She raised her hands to hold the wooden post at the head of the bed, straightened her legs, and let me penetrate her deeply. The wonderful feeling inside my mother came from all directions and surrounded me. A burning sensation rose from my spine to the back of my neck. At the same time, a stream of heat poured into my mother's Vagina. My mother was twisting and twitching uncontrollably, and I was getting carried away and pushed., grabbed her buttocks, unwilling to separate from her, until our body fluids and pubic hair became tangled and stuck together. The climax overwhelmed us like a mountain. When I pulled out of her, I realized that my mother was crying. "What's the matter? Are you crying? Why are you crying? Isn't it nice?" I lay next to my mother, turning her limp body over so that her erect nipples were pressed against my chest. "It's okay. Leave me alone." "Silly girl, it's okay, why are you crying? We should be happy." I kissed away the tears on her face. My mother's strong womanly SMell, the SMell of meat after sex, and her extremely warm breath penetrated into my face, nostrils, and mouth. I hugged her, kissed and caressed her for a long time and repeatedly, and said to her: "mom, wasn't the love we just made wonderful?" I told her again what I felt in my heart. Before I finished speaking, she couldn't hold back her words, and she cried loudly in my arms and twitched. I hugged her tightly and continued to caress her and kiss her. My mother said, "You won't understand. I feel like my sins are deeper." I didn't like her saying that, it would ruin the wonderful feeling just now. I only repeated what I said: "mom, don't cry, it's wonderful for us to be like this? Let us enjoy this last moment." My mother nodded, but she cried harder. Later I realized that she never allowed herself to feel happy. The happier she was and the more she fell into trouble, the more she would blame herself. I gently slapped her buttocks and kept saying, don't cry, don't cry. I didn't move my body and let her rest on my chest, clinging to me, tangled together, and she didn't feel cold. Gradually, my mother calmed down and realized our nakedness, so she pulled up a towel and blanket and wrapped it around our bodies. Or, she recalled the situation when we had sex just now, the situation where we needed each other, and the still hard thing I pressed against her lower abdomen, and she shrank her body shyly. I hugged her tightly, afraid that she would disappear if I let go. "mom, I can't live without you." I confessed my feelings to her, she should understand. "You can't live without Amy and your child. Going back to Canada is the best arrangement." She raised her head and said to me. I saw her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and the tears in her eyes, and I felt a little sad. "mom, to be honest, can you leave me? We have reached this point. You once made me think that you can live without love. I don't believe it anymore." "That's what I'm afraid of happening... ..." mother finally admitted. But it happened. I wiped a corner of the sheet to remove the love juice between our legs. Then in the most serious tone, almost wanting to swear a poisonous oath to the sky, I said to my mother lying under me: "mom, no matter who you think I am, I will definitely be responsible to you. I will not be as unlucky as my father." , I will..." I choked up and couldn't continue, because I was about to leave, just like my father before. And what can I guarantee? She looked at me and burst into laughter, thinking she was laughing at my insanity. Her son pointed at his cock and vowed to her. She leaned against me and caressed my chest with her slender fingers. mother and son embraced each other and kissed each other from time to time. Before we parted, we were able to spend an evening with our mother, make love, and die without regrets. I just lamented that I couldn't do anything for her,I can only promise her an unchanging heart. The neon lights outside the window were shining one by one (6) I couldn’t bear to say goodbye. After that lingering love, I fell into an even more painful situation. After get off work every day, the desire between my legs is like a compass, pointing in the direction of my mother. However, my mother avoided me and even stopped coming to my house, making me unable to get close to her again. "It's me, can I come up? I have a lot to tell you." I called her from downstairs. "We shouldn't meet alone anymore. If we have anything to say, we should discuss it on the phone," she said. "mom, I'm leaving soon. I want to see you." "Just go. We have nothing to say." "mom... I love you." After a while of silence, I took a breath and said. "Stop saying you love me. That's impossible." "Don't you want to see me?" "Don't want to, don't want to, don't want to. Retract the line. We are done. I don't want to see you, it's done between us. , It’s over. That’s it, do you understand?” “What did I do to make you not want to see me? Is it because of Amy? If so, I will send her back to Canada.” “Don’t do this. Since you have decided to go back, If you go to Canada, don't come back. I don't want to see you when you come back. That's for your benefit." "mom...what about you? What will happen to you?" "It doesn't matter to me. I have been living like this for thirty years. The world will never end." "mom, do you think that if you put your own happiness aside, others will live better because of you? Do you live to constantly sacrifice yourself to help others?" Don't say it, my life is over a long time ago." I heard my mother's trembling voice, she was crying. "mom, you don't have it. Your life is not over yet. And I am." "Don't call me mom. I am nothing. If you are gone, just leave and leave me alone." "mom, I don't need to leave. I am nothing." In Hong Kong. I can divorce Amy..." "Absolutely not, you can't trap me in injustice." "..." There was silence on both sides of the phone. I heard the sound of sobbing, and then the whining sound of the line being hung up. I regret making the decision to return to Canada when I was upset. He blurted out to his mother that he wanted to divorce Amy, which made her mother feel even sadder. But nothing I can say can make my mother let me get closer to her. The day to leave Hong Kong was approaching, and Christmas was coming too. It was a Christmas where I forced a SMile. My mother complained of illness and did not go to Christmas dinner with us. Children are folding presents under the Christmas tree. The mother gave Johnny an electric toy Train set and Belle a Barbie Doll. Amy's and my gifts were each a "Tongxin" woolen scarf knitted by our mother. The hymn played on the record player, "Silent Night, a holy night, in all darkness, light shines..." It was Wen Lun's night. Johnny put the little Train on the track and kept spinning in a circle. Belle hugged Yangyang and fell asleep. Thinking of the white Christmas in Canada, I really like to let Christmas poems acCompany Amy and I as we make love on Christmas Eve. The first time I had sex with her was also Christmas Eve. Amy was my dance partner. After the dance, Amy drove her Home. I am an international student living in a dormitory on campus. It's night, and there are few people on the street. They all go Home and gather around the fireplace.. It was snowing lightly, and people were singing hymns and announcing good news on the streets. Christmas poems can easily touch people's emotions. An overseas student living alone in a foreign country feels very lonely. Is there anyone who can spend this Christmas Eve with me? There was no one in the university dormitory, everyone had gone Home. I was the only one who was alone in the world. Amy said, it's very cold outside, can you go in and make me a cup of coffee? I said, sure, all I have is ready-to-drink coffee. She said it didn't matter and came in. She hung her coat on the hook behind the door and looked around. The thick winter coat could not hide her figure. I'll bring the coffee. She took a sip, and I looked at her and thought she was very pure and beautiful. I said, Amy, you are beautiful. She lowered her head, her face flushed. I raised her face, she turned up on her toes, came to me, and I kissed her. She pulled up her bottle-collar sweater, turned it over her head, lifted it over her head, and draped it over the back of the chair. She walked to my messy bed, turned her back to me, and loosened her belt, revealing Christmas red panties under her pants. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I stepped forward and placed my hands on her naked waist. Before I could recover, my cotton bra had been unhooked and the shoulder straps were hung on my arms. She turned towards me, her two peaks towering toward me, with infinitely beautiful scenery at the top. We hugged each other and fell on my bed. Amy pressed her skin against mine and handed her Virginity to me. She said, you are my first man. I said, you are also my first... The Christmas lights in the city are still bright, and my favorite "blues" Christmas music played by saxophone is playing on the record player. I like the sad mood. Amy's warm and moist lips pressed against mine, like a flame, igniting my passion. Amy said, we are going Home soon, so you won't be so busy and irritable. When she saw how I looked recently, she felt anxious. Where is the mother? Are you lonely tonight? Who will caress her SMall breasts and kiss her thin lips? Who can fill the hole between her legs? On the day when the trucking Company workers came to pack the boxes, Amy invited her mother to help take care of the children. There was chaos among people and horses. Amy diSMissed the children and asked her mother to take her grandson out. I also kicked her out because I couldn't help. Along the way, the mother held her child's hand. They were jumping around, and when they saw a SMall shop selling candy on the roadside, they shouted to their mother to sell ice cream and peanuts. I followed them, forming a SMall circle for them so that I could not get in. A quiet mountain road leads to the park on the top of the mountain. Along the way, there are three or two young couples strolling hand in hand. Before that, he had never walked outside with his mother. When walking with her, he had never helped her, held her hand, or held her waist... When he arrived at the park, the child was so excited that he threw away his mother's arms. My hands were running and running, leaving my mother and me behind. Suddenly, it seemed like there were only two of us left in the world. I saw her swaying shoulders, between her long hair tied up and her exposed neck, I SMelled the color of her body. The mother shouted to the children not to run too fast, and asked the Brother to hold the sister's hand. The louder the mother screams, the faster they run. mother wanted to catch up, so I also caught up, took the opportunity to hold mother's hand, and ran behind the children. The children were laughing and jumping. We gasped and chased. motherThe steps are unsteady, the center of gravity is lost, and the person is about to fall forward. I grabbed her and held her in my arms. I was originally going to hold her up, but instead I fell down with her. I held my mother tightly in my arms and rolled on the grass. Roll slowly down the SMall slope. My mother was not panicked at all because she was in my arms. She SMiled like an innocent little girl. I also laughed, and moved my mother to roll with my two bodies in a ball. The bushes blocked us, and my mother collapsed in my arms, pillowing my shoulders. My broad chest can accommodate her whole. I heard the beating of her heart, her breath, her body fragrance rushed over me, and I attacked her with kisses and loving touches. She accepted. We kissed as if we were first Lovers. Her legs tangled with mine, and I ran my hands under her clothes, tracing the lines of her body and the shape of her breasts. Under the skirt, at the deepest part of my thigh, I felt the lace piping of my mother's panties and a concave slit. I pressed her on top of me and spread her legs, allowing me to tease her there freely. She enjoys it every time I tease her pussy like this. The little panties were like a thin film, wrapping her Vagina, and I could completely feel the feeling against her flesh. The slit opened up and made a large area wet... mother, your body gave me the answer I wanted. When I tease you, your pussy opens up. Your lips are so soft and sweet in my mouth. Your SMall breasts are like a pair of towering mountain peaks, rising and falling under the palm of my hand. Do you know that you are the Lover I have longed for day and night? Why did you reject my advances before I left? Is it because, thirty years ago, the person I returned from Nanyang to marry was not me? It should be me who marries you. I was thirty-five and you were sixTeen. You were a little younger at the time, or I was much older than you. Your body is a little thinner and a bit bitter. The fortune teller said that my birth dates and horoscopes were compatible, and they could carry on my Family lineage... Suddenly, the voice of a child Calling us approached. From this moment of intimacy, it burst like a bubble... The reason why grandma fell into dad's arms was because they were involved in running around. The children stuck out their tongues and hurriedly said sorry to grandma. I helped my mother up, brushed the dust off her body, and took this opportunity to hold her hand stiffly in front of the child and climb up the hillside. I found a bench and sat down side by side with my mother. The children went to the autumn migration and climbed the iron frame. I rubbed my mother's thigh and asked her if it hurt. She said it was okay. My hand stayed on her thigh and never left it. She looked far away, watching the children playing, as if she was deep in thought. I opened the plastic bag of peanuts, put one on my mother's lips, and put one in my mouth. The warm sunshine in winter, with the gentle breeze blowing on our faces, gives us a sense of warmth. The mother's eyes were sunken and her face was full of tiredness. She guessed that she had not slept well last night. The mother was worried about her children and shouted from time to time, asking them to be careful, or not to climb too high, or not to get too close to the stream, and they would look over. I put a finger on her mouth and told her, stop screaming, let them do it! Let us quietly enjoy one more moment of time together. As soon as the children turned their faces, I turned her face towards her and kissed her. In an instant, she pushed me away and said"We shouldn't be so close," my mother said. "What's the difference? I'm leaving soon." "The children will see it." "It doesn't matter, they are still young, what do they know?" "They will tell Amy." "I don't care. mom, I can't stand it. I wish I could have sex with you now." "No. You will leave in two days. If you love me, don't make me feel too uncomfortable." "I can't live without you." "For Amy and the child, You should leave." "mom, that's not possible. We were so happy when we were together." "But it's also so painful." "mom, no matter whether it's happiness or pain, I'm in love with you." I He put his hands under her lining and touched her breasts. She immediately pulled my hand out from under her shirt and said, "No. Be serious and don't touch me again." While she was talking, the child looked over to us. I raised my hand to signal them to continue playing. My mother winked and made me resTrain myself. Even though I wanted to run under my mother's skirt and touch her thighs and Vagina, she held my hand tightly. She said, "Please, don't touch me again. Please respect me, I am your mother! And if you do this, it will make me feel even more uncomfortable. Do you understand? Please don't..." My heart sank. , I accepted my fate, that was impossible. What happened this spring was just a traceless erotic dream that should have come to an end after Amy came to Hong Kong. There is no need to say the parting words that I originally wanted to say. I put her boneless hand in mine and felt her presence. The blue sky and white clouds are above our heads, and there are mud warriors and

everywhere. There is no sound, only the laughter of children. A hawk (Hong Kong's falcon) flies across the sky, casting its shadow, gliding over the undulations of the mountains, and then disappears. mother rested her head on my shoulder and fell asleep deeply. I fell asleep too, pursuing my own dreams. In the dream, my mother married me. Don't ask when and why you will marry me? All I know is that she already belongs to me. We made love as usual, just like I used to make love to her in my dreams. She was just as shy and charming when she took off her clothes. I have touched that petite body so many times, I know how to touch her most sensitive parts and make her tremble with lust. The two nipples were erect, standing proudly on the two mounds. Wherever the tip of my tongue passed, it left wet traces and enlarged areolas. Under the deep navel and flat belly, among the sparse pubic hair, the open Vulva and the delicious SMell of meat could not be hidden. Her jade arms spread out to welcome me into her arms. There was a SMall nest there that she kept for me, waiting for me to return. My thing penetrated deeply into that familiar place, and that familiar feeling, the feeling of mother, has never left me. She hummed "Oh" and surrounded me inside her. Her thighs rubbed against my legs in accordance with the rhythm of her body. I kissed her, but paused in the air. She asked me, what are you looking at? I said, look at you and see clearly that it is you. Your SMile has two dimples and a pair of SMall nipples that will peck my heart and hand. That's right, it's you, my Wife, my love, you are the only one worthyI have to put all my passion into you. You can't refuse me for any reason because you became my Wife. I will gently pump inside you, and when I reach the stamen, please tell me, and then we will... She nodded, she understood, and we both understood the most intimate way of intercourse. mother said, give it to me. She presented her body to me. Deep in her arms, she was my source. I was deeply embedded in her, connected to her, and could no longer be separated... It was just a dream. I will be on the other side of the ocean and dream about her like this. The love between mother and son should not have happened, nor should it last. How could the world allow a mother and son to unite, stay together, and grow old together even though they love each other? If our story ended here, I would be indebted to my mother for the rest of my life and would regret it for the rest of my life. On the last day before returning to Canada, my boss hung up a long-distance call and asked me to meet a person, because that person changed the second half of my life. In the long night, I listened to the sounds of cars and people on the street. , gradually fade out. Thank you so much for sharing this great post. Please reply and support me. I feel uncomfortable if I don’t post for a day.