【Second article】Son can do it with all your heart 【Author： Unknown】

【Second article】Son can do it with all your heart 【Author： Unknown】
【Second article】Son can do it with all your heart 【Author: Unknown】

　　My father passed away when I was 11 years old, and my mother was only 32 years old at that time and was still very young.Later, a man in school 6 years older than my mother fell in love with her. The man had just divided the house and had deposits, and the conditions were pretty good.But I just don’t like him, and he hates me.We often quarrel about this, and my mother had no choice but to break up with him.My mother said, "It’s nothing to be hard, you can’t let your child suffer! You go." I know my mother is for me.

　　The man was very angry and said a lot of things that were bad for my mother, which had a great impact on my mother and even blew up the issue of evaluating professional titles in the school.My mother said nothing about those gossips, but she must be in pain.At that time, I had a half understanding, but I also understood that it was because of me.

　　My mother is a beautiful woman and a recognized beauty.She often says that aesthetic ability determines taste, and taste determines temperament.I think what she didn’t say: temperament will make people look different.

　　The unique instincts that children of my age made me curious and recognize the opposite sex, and made me feel and feel a strange feeling and closeness to my mother.

　　"Ping’er, if you don’t understand something, ask your mother." My mother often says this to me.Maybe she knew that I was very introverted after losing my father.I was afraid that I would be stuck in my heart and form a wrong outlook on life."What if you get angry?" I asked her.She smiled and said, "Mom won’t be really angry with her son." Indeed.My mother has never really been angry with me.Although some problems are boring now, she still has a reasonable and well-founded explanation.Gradually, I became more and more interested in things between men and women.I have talked more and more about topics with my mother.

　　"Mom, how did I come from?" I asked again: "I mean, how did I get into my mother’s stomach at the beginning? How did I come from?" In fact, at that time, I knew something about men and women.I also asked my mother about this. In addition to being curious, I wanted to see her embarrassed look, which made me feel a little exciting.She was silent for only a moment, then her eyes lit up and said, "I know this. But it will take a long time to talk about it. Don’t you want to go hungry, right? Okay, I’ll help me pick vegetables first and tell you after dinner."

　　My mother occasionally makes a little cunning.Although not much, it often plays at critical moments.She told me that sometimes students will ask questions outside of the classroom content in the classroom.Some questions are not even understood by teachers.Then she can choose to ignore it at this time.Because other teachers always like to say with confidence: I won’t talk if I’m not in the syllabus.But the mother doesn’t like to refuse her children’s request for knowledge: This is my responsibility, how can she avoid it in one sentence?.But you can’t make it too difficult for yourself to understand, otherwise you won’t be able to attend the class anymore.At this time, she would always say Wen Wan: "Student, class time is limited, and we still haven’t finished the content. It cannot affect other students. This way, you can come to my office during the afternoon self-study and I’ll tell you. OK?" A few reasonable sentences solved the embarrassment at that time.After that, she had time to prepare.

　　This kind of trick is also used on me.Before going to bed, when I asked again, my mother turned over and seemed to have thought about it: "Pinger, you were in my mother’s belly. At that time, it was just a cell, very, very small, called egg. Later, my father’s sperm combined with my mother’s egg and turned into an embryo. Ten months later, the embryo grew up, and after birth it was you when you were a child."

　　My mother’s answer was too cunning. I didn’t achieve my goal, so how could I rest: "Mom, how did dad’s sperm enter your stomach?" My mother frowned, but then she returned to peace.Maybe she has already found out that her son will ask the bottom line."Swimming!" She said in a slow voice: "Sperm is like a tadpole, it will swim in by itself." As she said that, she turned to the bed, pulled the quilt to her side, leaving me exposed.That means it’s probably time to go back to your room to sleep.

　　I still refused to give up, so I got into the quilt and pulled her shoulder: "Where did the sperm swim in? Can I see it?" My mother’s face turned red and she turned her head to stare at me. I think she must be embarrassed at this time.But I am worthy of being a teacher, so I quickly calmed down: "Ping’er, I can’t show you there. Because this is the privacy of adults. When you grow up, you will know." I said oh and asked, "What the hell is it? If you don’t let me see it, please tell me, right?" My mother glared at me and said angrily, "The place to urinate!" My goal was achieved.

　　It turns out that my mother can’t hold on, haha.I pretended not to understand and continued to ask, "Do I have sperm? Where are they?" My mother smiled and said, "You are too young and not yet. I will tell you when you grow up sometimes, okay?" As she said, she looked at her watch and said to me, "Pinger, it’s past 10 o’clock, it’s time to go back to the room to fall asleep. If you don’t get up tomorrow morning, I nodded, stood up but didn’t move: "Mom, I have one last question, can you tell me?" My mother tilted her head and smiled and said, "Okay, then I’ll have the last one, and I’ll go to bed after I talk." I scratched my head and asked, "You said I was born after I grew up in your belly. Where did you get born?"I thought this problem would be enough for my mother to sleep, but she smiled, lifted the quilt and sat up, and said, "Have you heard of caesarean childbirth? It’s just to cut my mother’s belly and take it out, look, there’s a knife edge." As she said that, she turned on the desk lamp, lifted up her pajamas, and showed me how long the scar on her belly was.

　　"Look, it’s here. It’s very long, right? Mom has been pregnant with you for so long, and she still has to be stabbed to have you. How difficult is it." Oh my god!I was so moved that I heard it.My eyes couldn’t help but turn red: "Mom…" I was already whimpering.Alas, I didn’t expect that my mother was really powerful and she had enough to deal with the bad boy.It turned out that this trick was long in her "syllabus".My mother pulled me over, hugged me tightly with her hands, kissed me on the face, and then wiped my tears with her hands: "Okay, good boy, stop crying, go back to bed quickly, it’s getting late."

　　My mother is very patient with me.My mother has always dealt with issues such as social current affairs, principles of dealing with people, common sense in life, and even sexual knowledge.No matter how I ask, she always answers well.From time to time, I am used to dressing and following the teachings.Because I could chat without restraint, I felt very enjoyable at that time.When I grew up, I realized that she was more than an excellent teacher.She is still a mother who can treat her children normally.She can grasp the degree of what should be said or what should be said.It not only satisfies my curiosity, but also fails to convey the wrong message to me.

　　At that time, I didn’t understand the relationship between men and women. I saw some boys and girls on the street holding each other’s arms and shoulders, and they were very intimate.I also like them to hug my mother.Like every mother who spoiled her child, she not only didn’t get angry, but she liked me to whisper with her face.Maybe my mother has been too lonely in the past two years.At that time, every time she chatted with me, a little kid, she was not annoyed.But the next day, I always have to go to school and work early and I can’t go to bed too late.But it seems that the intention is not finished.

　　It’s finally winter vacation.After dealing with the trivial matters at the end of the semester, my mother also had a holiday.Now we can get up late, and we can talk about everything.From inside the school to outside the school, her colleagues and my classmates were all kinds of different things and talked about many interesting things.Sometimes I chatted late, so I went to bed with her.

　　My mother was wearing pajamas, the kind of long nightgown with straps.I don’t know if other women are, but she may feel uncomfortable and will always take off her bra before going to bed.When Yiwen was in my mother’s arms, he often saw two small protrusions on his chest, which gave me a lot of stimulation.The two round balls have attracted me since I was a child.But before, I just leaned my head there, and I never felt like I wanted to touch it with my hands.It started with a tentative touch, very soft, like jelly.Seeing that my mother ignored me, I became much more courageous. When she fell asleep, I started to gently knead her.Later, he simply put his hand through the collar into her nightgown and touched her.

　　"Oh, what are you doing! Your hands are cold." My mother woke up and caught me right away."I haven’t been sleeping yet, what are you doing?" My mother was a little unhappy and pulled my hand out: "Go to bed quickly, what time will I get up tomorrow?" My mother seemed to be just annoying that I was naughty and didn’t think about anything else.My heart moved and I acted coquettishly: "Mom, I want you to hold me to sleep, okay?" I put my other hand on her chest again and pierced my face into her arms.She was a little helpless: "You are so old, you are still so tangled, you don’t look like a big child at all. Why do you want to have breastfeed?" As she said that, she patted my butt with her hand.

　　"I want to eat! I want to eat!" I raised my face and looked at my mother and licked my lips.She was so angry that she burst into laughter.I shook my head helplessly, bent my index finger and gently flicked my forehead: "It’s useless to eat, mom has no breasts." When I was a child, my mother didn’t mind touching her breasts.Before I was six years old, even if someone else was there, I often reached into her clothes to touch her clothes.She just looked at me and smiled, not angry.At that time, my father said she was too spoiled by me.Maybe, mothers will always spoil their son.

　　After many years, I have already understood something about men and women. When I touched it again, my mentality has changed a lot.And my mother seemed to treat me as a child and occasionally mocked me."Ping’er. I’m so old and I’m still sleeping with my mother. Are you afraid that others will laugh at you?" My mother stared at me with a smile."I’m not afraid, no one can see it anyway." I said.

　　My mother’s breasts were bulging and slightly sagging.I gently pinched it and felt like something was flowing inside.My mother might have been a little uncomfortable when I pinched her. She held my hand and said, "It’s okay if you can’t see it? Isn’t this a stealing bell?" "No, right!" I discovered my mother’s mistake: "What I said about hiding the bell after being discovered is that she pretended not to know. But no one has discovered it yet. Mom uses inappropriate words." While she was in a daze, I lifted her nightgown and held her breasts on the other side.It felt like her nipples had become much bigger and stood up hard.

　　My mother’s face was a little red. She thought about it, nodded, and said, "Okay, you are very good at picking words. I mean, what if someone knows it? What should you do?" I said, "What if someone knows it? Is it wrong to kiss my mother? Those who have forgotten their mother after marrying a wife!" As she said that, I held one of her breasts, opened her mouth and held her nipples, and sucked it.

　　My mother said a few times, stroking my hair with her hands, and her breathing became a little thicker.After a while, she said, "It’s great that you can think like this. But that’s different. You will take your wife sooner or later." He shook his head and said, "It’s a long way to go. I asked you, ‘I’m still sleeping with my mother and having to eat breasts. Don’t you feel ashamed?" I felt my heart moved: "Why do my mother always asks these things? Are you also thinking about why you can’t sleep with me?" It’s true, it seems that all the classmates sleep by themselves.There are several classmates like me who only live with my mother, but they all sleep in the same bed.Why is this?

　　I was 14 years old that year and I was probably more ignorant and childish about sex than I am now an 8 or 9 year old.At that time, my little cock had a red and painful glans. During those days, my mother would often pull my pants away and look at it, but no longer touched it with her hands.Let me open the foreskin by myself and touch the swollen place and do it hurt.Until it’s completely gone in a few days.My mother never said anything about this from beginning to end, but her attitude towards me changed a little after that.Maybe through this incident, she found out that I had grown up and was a little man who had to pay attention to.

　　"You should go to bed by yourself in the future." My mother finally pushed my hand away.Maybe she discovered that I could ejaculate, she didn’t let me touch her breasts when I was sleeping."When my son is grown up, I can’t sleep with my mother all the time, do you understand?" she said.I was a little sad: "Mom, why can’t my son sleep with my mother?" My mother looked at the ceiling with her eyes and said, "This is… afraid of doing that." I asked again, "What is that?" My mother pouted and said helplessly: "Some boys do that with her mother when they slept with her mother, and they just bullied her mother. Anyway, you will understand in the future. So boys can’t sleep with their mother." "Mom, I am your child. I just want to be nice to you. How can they bully you?" I felt a little wronged.

　　At that time, when I remembered the matter between men and women, I immediately understood: the mother is a woman and the son is a man.There will also be something happening between men and women with mothers and sons.Just like father and mother would do it.And the mother and son must not do that.Thinking of this, I nodded and said, "I understand, then we can do not do bad things. Mom, I don’t understand very much. We can do what we can do. If you can’t do, tell me if you can’t do it, okay?" As he said that, he touched her breasts again, and felt her nipples slowly swelling.

　　Mother said "um" and her face turned red again.He nodded and said, "We don’t do bad things. That’s all." I suddenly felt a little moved, hugged my mother’s neck, and asked knowingly, "Is it a bad thing to hug my mother like this?" My mother smiled and said, "No! If I had hit you long ago." I was happy and asked, "What about this?" As he said that, he hugged her tighter and kissed her on the face.The mother said, "It shouldn’t count."I said, "If you want to, it won’t count. What should I do?" My mother looked at me, shook her head helplessly, and said, "Okay, it won’t count." I stepped on one leg again and asked, "What about this?" My mother sighed, "Not counting~".I pressed on her, held her breasts with both hands, rubbed her lower body, and said, "What about this?" For some reason, this movement made my body heat up suddenly, and I felt a strange feeling.

　　My mother frowned and said, "This is not good. Get up." She pushed me aside.But at this moment, I suddenly wanted to ignite a fire in my heart. I had an impulse to pluck me up and acted beyond her expectations: I pressed her shoulder and kissed her mouth.My mother was shocked and pushed me. She was very strong. As soon as she exerted force, I fell to the ground.Touching his head on the cabinet.

　　My mother panicked, worried about where I was injured."Ping’er, where did you meet?" She came over to help me up, stroked my head, and looked very anxious.My whole body was hot, and I hugged my mother and rushed over, pushing her down on the bed.In this way, she could no longer push me.In desperation, I reached out to hit me, but I endured the pain and kissed her, and didn’t say anything.Maybe I was afraid of breaking me, so I was lighter after hitting me twice.I took the opportunity to grab her wrist and press it on the bed, and then kissed her.

　　After kissing for a long time, I suddenly felt my belly bloated, and then my pants became wet.After that, I was a little confused and didn’t know what to do next, so it was over.I looked up at my mother.She was staring at me, too."Mom, is that so?" She was stunned for a moment: "What?" I let go of her hand, touched her head, and said with a smile: "Is this the bad thing you said? ".My mother was stunned at first, and then laughed out loud.Her head turned to the side and said with a stern face: "Well, no. But it’s a bit bad. You shouldn’t be like this, do you know?" It can be seen that her initial tension and fear had been replaced by helplessness and funnyness, and I wonder if there was any other reaction.

　　Push me away, and she got into the bed again.I was about to go in even if I lifted the quilt, but my mother kicked it out: "I’ll be disobedient and I’ll be punished to go back to the house tonight to sleep." After thinking about it, I felt ridiculous and couldn’t help laughing.With a casual stroke, I touched my thighs that were wet.When I lifted the quilt, I saw a piece of wet in front of my underwear.I pulled open my pants and saw the semen I ejaculated, so I quickly pulled some tissues to wipe it for me.

　　She was afraid that I would freeze, so she still slept in her bed that night."Take off your pants. Tear more paper and wipe it clean." My mother was afraid that I would catch a cold when I went back to the house naked, so she let me take off and fall asleep.Compared to the coldness of my room, it is much warmer to hug and my mother.From then on, my mother tied herself up. After that, every winter vacation, my mother and I would sleep together, and I kept hugging her tightly, so she had to hug me.Because this doesn’t count: "bad things that cannot be done."Who told her not to explain what the "bad thing" is.

　　In the morning, when I opened my sleep, I saw my mother’s face.I couldn’t help but kiss it, and my mother woke up."Why are you kissing blindly? Get up quickly." My mother was a little unhappy and pushed me up."Mom, I want to lie down for a while." My mother also wanted to lie down for a while, and said "um" and let me hug her.I put one leg on my mother’s belly and hugged my upper body tighter.But as soon as the erect cock hit my mother’s belly.My mother touched her and realized what she was holding. She quickly pushed me away, pulled open the drawer on the bedside frame, took out a pair of her panties and stuffed it to me.

　　"You, are you embarrassed?" She slapped me in the ass.There was a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Put your pants quickly. Oh, you’re all furry? Haha, put it on quickly, how ugly it is. You’re all a man." She noticed the changes in the root of my cock.I took my underwear and put it on, but my cock was swollen and it was uncomfortable to wear it: "Mom, your shorts are too small, my cock is too big, it is tight." My mother laughed with a "shy shameless. She brags so much. Your dad can wear it, but you still…" After saying a while, she suddenly stopped talking.Maybe realize there is something wrong.

　　I knew that as soon as I touched her breasts, she would say more, so I held one side and twisted it gently."Oh," my mother opened her mouth slightly, let out a little, and put her arms around me.Seeing that my mother seemed a little shaken, she asked, "Mom, is my dad’s dick much bigger than mine?"My mother’s face turned red and she said "yes"."How much bigger?" I couldn’t help asking."It’s much bigger" mother’s answer was too simple. I was not very satisfied. She circled her breasts with both hands and her mouth pressed against her ear and asked, "How much is it?" Her breath was a little heavy and she didn’t answer me.As soon as I turned over, I pressed her on like last time. Seeing that she closed her eyes and didn’t push me, I took out my dick from her underwear.He took her hand and held it: "Mom, can he be half longer than me?" This time, my mother did not let go, and kept holding it like that: "No." She said and pinched it.I asked again, "Can it be half thick?" As I said, she pushed her nightgown up, revealing her breasts.My mother opened her eyes and saw me staring at her chest, then she reached out to cover her and closed her eyes again.

　　I felt that she was panting even more anxious, so I spread her hands open and took her hands to hold me below."How thick?" I asked her, holding both mother’s breasts with both hands.She stopped blocking her eyes and gasped, "…a little thicker." She still held my cock in her hand.I felt very comfortable. Those two balls were as soft as jelly, with big nipples and hard in my mouth.I rode on my mother’s waist and sucked her breasts.Ten minutes passed like this.Her hands began to hold my cock back and forth.That pleasure surrounded me, and I couldn’t help but want to shout: "Ah." With a loud shout, I ejaculated again.My dick beat for more than a dozen times, and I felt unprecedented joy.

　　"Down" thrust my butt, tore some paper for me, and she sat up and cleaned it up by herself.The semen was sprayed on my mother’s lower abdomen, and the front of her panties was completely wet.She took off her panties, wiped them for a while, and then formed a ball, throwing them on my dirty panties on the bedside frame.That was the first time I saw a girl under her. There were indeed no chicks, only a black ball of hair.Because she was facing me, she couldn’t see clearly after going down.

　　I remembered that she once said, "You can’t see where you urinate", so I want to take a closer look.But she had put on a pair of clean underwear and got into the quilt again."Oh, my son has grown up and I am old, too." Mother said, stroking my head."Mom, you are not old. I heard that many students in the school like you." My mother smiled.She lay in my ear and whispered, "Is it comfortable?" I nodded, stroked her breasts with my hands, and asked, "Mom, why are you doing it? You are so comfortable." My mother pursed her lips and smiled, gently pushed my hand away, and took off her nightgown from her head.She touched my cock and asked me to hold it with my hands, saying, "You hold it yourself, one by one, one by one, just like that, it’s more comfortable than touching the front with my hands." I stroked her naked breasts with one hand and put my cock in the other, feeling a little fluttering.She smiled, stuffed her half-soft cock back into her panties, and said, "You can’t always do this, it’s not good for your health. At most once a week, okay?"

　　But the actual needs of my age far exceeded my mother’s requirements.My mother felt intimate every day, and she felt something was wrong.I have to do it myself, but I always say I feel uncomfortable.Sometimes when I watch TV, I take it out and hold it for her to hold it, and I stretched my hand into her clothes to touch her breasts.Sometimes I pressed her on the sofa until I got it out.In the days that followed, the demand for "harmonization" was increasing and more frequent.By the second day of the Chinese New Year, it had become once every two days.During this year, in addition to being intimate with my mother in bed, I also watched pornographic films for the first time at my classmate’s house.Strictly speaking, it’s just a third-level film.There is a plot, and there is no dew point below.But I was already very excited to see it.I know how men and women do that, but I feel more mysterious about the place where women are.

　　I tried to touch her when she was asleep. When I touched outside, I felt a piece of soft flesh and a ball of hard hair.But it was difficult to touch it. Her underwear was wrapped tightly, and it was difficult to take off without waking her.Sometimes when my mother rubs me down, I will deliberately suck her breasts constantly.This way my dick is close to her lower body and can ejaculate all the semen on her underwear.Sometimes when she ejaculated in the middle of the night, she was too lazy to get up and change her underwear, so she took it off and threw it aside, and then went to bed.I had the chance to touch her tender pussy.

　　"Mom, why can’t I see where you urinate? And can you touch me?" As soon as I started touching her, I asked her again.My mother gently moved her hand, turned sideways and adjusted her position: "From the bottom, don’t break the collar." She didn’t answer, holding my hand and touching her breasts from under the clothes."Mom, I ask you. Why?" My mother thought for a while and said, "Because you are still young and don’t have enough knowledge of sex. When you grow up, you can only see it when you understand more things. But it is not about me, but about the person you like." I pinched her nipples and shook my head: "If you don’t understand, you can learn, why can’t you? Besides, I like my mother." My mother smiled and said, "Don’t pretend, you know what I mean by liking it. That is, you can look at your girlfriend, but you can’t look at me. I am your mother, you have to respect me, but you don’t respect me. Ah…yo…"

　　Maybe I pinched my mother’s nipples too hard, and my mother hit me, so I had to rub her gently: "Mom, why do I disrespect you after seeing it? This makes no sense. I respect your words in my heart, and I still respect you after seeing it. Didn’t you say that proof of the problem should be reasonable and well-founded? This is not true." My mother nodded and gently stroked it a few times: "Actually, I shouldn’t tell you these things. It’s just that you are still young, it doesn’t matter. When you get older, it won’t work, otherwise you will learn bad things, do you understand?" "Mom, I’ve actually seen you below." My mother held my cock and moved faster and faster, and I couldn’t help but say it out.

　　"What?" Mother was stunned.I continued to move my mother’s hand, kissed her face, and said, "Sometimes you are not wearing underwear, I saw it in the morning. Two pieces of meat, two pieces inside, red. Look, I didn’t turn bad after watching it. It turns out that I always think about what it is, and after seeing it, I won’t be thinking too much." My mother lowered her head and rubbed my cock without saying a word. I was so excited that she was rubbing me, and I couldn’t help but caress her thighs."Mom, let me touch it." I put my hand along her thighs into my skirt and touched the base of her thighs.My mother grabbed my hand but didn’t say anything.

　　I felt like I was kneading her breasts in the movie and kissed her lips.After hearing my mother’s nose, I felt her head hot, so I pushed her hard on the sofa and then pressed her up."Promise me, don’t do that!" My mother stared at me and said word by word, and I nodded.I know that what she is talking about is a matter between men and women.I said, "I will definitely not do it, mom, I promise you." My mother’s body softened and her hands loosened.I touched her hand under her crotch and felt my palms wet.She didn’t stop her anymore, put her hands around my neck, and her breathing became rapid.I kissed my mother unrestrainedly, stroked her breasts with one hand, inserted the other hand into her underwear, and directly touched her tender pussy.

　　Below the fluffy pubic hair was a piece of wet and hot soft flesh. After a few strokes, my mother began to breathe heavily.I straightened up and lifted up her skirt. My mother leaned against the sofa and opened her eyes to look at me, her eyes a little confused.I lifted her thighs and wanted to take off her panties. She lifted her legs and let me pull off my panties and closed my eyes again.I couldn’t wait to see what she looked like, and pushed her legs apart to reveal the black hair.Squat on the ground so that you can see her vagina very close.At the base of the snow-white thighs, two thick lips were sandwiched with a brown slice of meat. When they broke open the lip, they were scarlet inside.The fleshy lips were covered with mucus, and when they separated, they pulled out shiny threads.Then, water droplets began to flow out from the small pit under the fleshy lip.I reached out to touch the pit, and my mother herself moved.I saw the lips contracting, and the small hole turned into a very deep small hole.On the top of the fleshy lip, a pink granulum exposed its head.I put my fingers into my mother’s flesh hole, felt the surroundings shrink violently, clamped my fingers tightly, and then loosened them.I said in the school’s physiology class that I knew that the place I touched was a woman’s vagina.

　　My mother opened her eyes and saw that I was inserting my fingers, so she closed her eyes again.He held the handrail of the sofa with a discomfort on his face.I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I got up and took off my pants, lifted my mother’s legs like in the video, lie on her body and pressed her on the sofa, held her cock in her hand and put it into her hole."No, no~~" Mother felt my intention and pushed me hard.But as my cock penetrated her lip

, she let go, held my shoulder and closed her eyes.The glans went in and out a few times in her pussy, then slid out and ejaculated on her belly.

　　"Who taught you this?" my mother asked me."No one teaches me, I think it myself." I dare not say that I watched pornographic movies.My mother nodded and said, "Don’t do this in the future. This is the bad thing, do you remember?" I said, "Oh, I understand."

　　After that time, my mother and I changed a little. Although I still didn’t really get stuck, everything was let go.We caressed each other, hugged and kissed each other.Except for the days during menstruation, my mother would take off her underwear before going to bed.Sometimes it made me think about it, and I would insert my fingers into my vagina to masturbate.But as long as I rode her, she would push me away: "You can’t do this, this is not good." She always said this, but didn’t say anything wrong."Why not? Mom, tell me?" My mother looked at me, her eyes gradually softened: "Mom and you will be confused. What if you have a child?" But how can a pale warning resist the teenagers’ strong curiosity and wild physiological needs?

　　One summer on the second day of the lunar month, my mother and I took off naked and became intimate at night.I lay on her, licked her vagina, and sucked her breasts.The two fingers twitched quickly in her vagina, which made her very intoxicated. She held my head and started moaning like "Ah~~ah~~" in her mouth.With the moonlight, I saw her buttocks and eggs full of shiny vaginal fluid, pushing her legs, her labia squirming, and the holes appear and disappear from time to time, so I couldn’t stand it even when I saw it

, so I stuffed my cock into her vagina.

　　When I entered my mother’s wet and smooth pussy, I felt very hot and comfortable inside.After lying on her body and moving a few times, she realized that it was my dick that was inserted into it.My hand pushed my shoulder, but it became soft again, "Oh… Oh… Be gentle…" As I thrust, my mother moaned for a while, and she hugged me and said, "Don’t… Oh… Don’t be too anxious… Slow…" Under my mother’s guidance, I thrust my dick hard and fucked my mother’s pussy to the fullest.My mother also raised her butt and faced my impact.My mother began to moan in a low voice. I felt like ejaculation. After moving hard for more than ten times, I ejaculated because I didn’t understand anything and I ejaculated into my mother’s pussy when I was impulsive.

　　Afterwards, my mother said that when she helped me masturbate, she thought that there would be such a day, but she just didn’t want to face it.My mother said that I was really harmful and asked her to squat in the bathroom for a long time.Ejaculation inside is not a safe period, she is afraid something will happen.I had to squat and let the semen flow out.Fortunately

, she had menstruation again later and felt relieved.

　　Later, my mother scolded me and said, "Self-serving your father first, and then serve you. I don’t know what I owe you to Lao Li’s family in my previous life." Although she said this, my mother still enjoyed sex with me very much.She bought a lot of condoms and taught me how to use them. She also told me to stop for a while when I was about to ejaculate and could “play for a while.”

　　After school starts, my mother always gives it to me when I want it. I especially like to insert her dick into her pussy when she is wearing a neat suit.I know that her pussy will itch on this day, and she will wear underwear to shake in front of me when she comes back at night.We mainly do it in the morning. My mother often asks me to lift her legs and carry it on her shoulders and say, "Hurry up, my ancestor. I’m going to be late to school…ah…oh…oh…fuck quickly…" My mother didn’t allow me to swear. "Fuck" and "Dick" seemed to her as swear words.But I just like her to say this, and sometimes I deliberately tease her.

　　Maybe because she heard too much, she would sometimes feel casually saying it: "Hurry up and have sex again, hey…ah…" At this time, I deliberately corrected her: "You can’t call me fucking, you need sex." My mother would glar at me.But after I fucked hard, my mother couldn’t hold on as soon as she felt relieved, so she kept moaning with her eyes closed.

　　The first time I inserted it from the back was in the third year of junior high school. That time my mother was surprised and said that my father had never been like this.I said you haven’t seen pornographic movies?But she asked me back, "When did you see it?" So I asked.

　　That was the first time we watched pornographic movies together, and my mother was stunned.I asked her how she felt and she just giggled.I teased her: "I don’t think so, I’m shut up?" Unexpectedly, she grabbed the remote control and the other one, grabbing my dick with both hands, and both hands were very hard.After that, my mother often followed the pornographic movies with me while watching, and her lustful nature was presented bit by bit.

　　I pressed my mother down on the bed and fucked her with my cock. She said that my cock is getting bigger than my dad.My belly was full of hair, and I finally looked like an adult.I was very happy after hearing this and said, "Mom, have you played a lot with my dad?" My mother opened her eyes and shook her head, "Not much." "Is that right?" I was a little proud."Then who has fucked you more with my dad?" My mother twisted me: "Of course, you are the little ancestor who swears. You torment me every day, and your dad and I only get once a week."

　　"Then I am the man who fucks you the most, right? Actually, I probably calculated that I have to fuck you five or six hundred times. Mom, we are old couples." I looked at the woman fucking under me, my mother!Her pink arms tightly hugged my neck, and looked at me with a red face, making me feel that my sexual blessings were about to ascend to heaven…

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