Stretching into my mother’s short skirt

My mother is 37 years old and works in administrative work at school. Her face is neither too beautiful nor too ugly, giving people a very comfortable feeling. Due to her attention to maintenance, her skin is relatively fair, and her chest is also moderate. She cannot be called a bully, so she can barely cover it with one hand. The most prominent feature on her body should be her round and perky buttocks. If she wears a professional suit, she will tighten her pants tightly. What’s commendable is that she doesn’t hang down like many middle-aged women, but rather looks quite perky like a young woman. At first, I had no thoughts of incest. Although I was a mature female controller, I didn’t think in that direction. But one day a year ago, my mother went to the classroom to find me. That day, she was wearing a tennis outfit, a light yellow short sleeved shirt on top, and a matching short skirt on the bottom. After returning to the classroom, my desk mate told me who that was. I don’t want others to know that my mother works at school, so I said a teacher asked me to handle joining the Communist Youth League. He said, “Hey, that butt is really big, not even worse than the English teacher’s butt.”. Our English teacher is already over forty years old, but we can still see that when we were young, we were definitely beautiful and often wore long skirts. We all speculate that it’s because our buttocks are too big to fit into our pants, and everyone talks about how to get along with our English teacher every day. I casually replied, “Get lost,” and suddenly started comparing my mother with my English teacher. With a YY mindset, I remembered my mother’s big butt, and it suddenly became hard. After returning home from evening self-study, my mother was taking a shower while my father was still on a business trip. I was absentmindedly eating the food on the table, thinking about what my mother in the next bathroom looked like. While eating, my mother finished washing and came out wearing a bathrobe, lying on the sofa watching TV dramas. The loose bathrobe did not cover my mother’s figure, and some part of my body became hard again. After finishing my meal, I said to my mother, “Mom, let me give you a massage and let you experience my skills.”. Mom jokingly asked if you had done something wrong and didn’t have anything to pay attention to, while lying down on the sofa. I walked over and sat on the sofa, saying, “You really wronged me. It’s right to serve beautiful women.”. After speaking, both my mother and I laughed. First, I pinched my shoulders and pounded my back. After a while, my hand began to move down. I gently pounded my mother’s round and moderate thighs, and while she was focused on watching TV, I gently lifted a corner of the towel with one hand. I found that my mother was wearing a white panties, her round buttocks tightly pressed, and there was a black shadow at the base of her thighs. At that time, my heart was racing, I almost passed by. I put down my towel, calmed down my mood, pretended to be nothing serious, and continued to massage my mother’s buttocks. Before I could even do it twice, my mother twisted her buttocks and said, “Don’t pinch it, you’re taking advantage of my mother.”. I said a massage can help shape the buttocks. Mom sat up and said, “Go to sleep, you’re so articulate.”. What did I watch in the following period of time? Regarding massage techniques, whenever there is a chance, give your mother a massage to take advantage of her. Gradually, my mother wasn’t very averse to touching her buttocks while I was massaging, but it was all done through a towel or my mother covering her blanket, which made me feel itchy and helpless. Until one day, I finally had a chance. That day was Saturday, and my father worked at an accounting firm at home. He went to another city. When I went for a run this morning, I saw a sign erected at the entrance of the community, saying that there would be a power outage for renovation tonight. I didn’t pay much attention at first, but when I got home, I came up with an idea. Due to our reputation as a furnace, it will be very hot in June, so air conditioning is usually on. After I got home, I suggested to my mom that I go to my classmate’s tennis club to play tennis after the cool weather at 4 o’clock in the afternoon. My mom agreed. At that time, I thought about watching my mom’s figure while playing and watching her emotions. After playing, my mom would be very tired. After taking a shower, I would give her a massage, and she would fall asleep fragrant. Then I could enjoy my mom well. Touching her buttocks was a small case, and I even had the opportunity to touch and taste her honey hole and chrysanthemums. What? Are you saying it’s disgusting? I have to say this, my mother has a slight cleanliness fetish. If she is working, she has to wash twice a day in this weather, and her underwear is basically changed once a day. I think it is much cleaner than many girls. That morning, I was sitting in front of my computer in my room, occasionally showing a creepy smile and a drooling sound. However, the sky was not beautiful, and the afternoon suddenly began to be cloudy. It’s still very cool here when it rains, but I have to say that on cloudy days before the rain, it’s quite humid, hot, and all sorts of heat. So, I want to say that the afternoon ball game and my YY plot disappeared like this. That afternoon and dinner, in the hot and humid weather, I had a very gloomy time. After finishing dinner at night, there was no unexpected power outage after a while. I played with my phone for a while, and my mom said you should go take a shower. There’s no air conditioning, and it will cool down after taking a shower. After I finished washing, my mother went in to wash it. When I opened my iPad and turned it on, there was a great ideaocurstome. After mom finished washing, she came out wearing a towel. I said welcome to Miss X, and now the number one massage therapist is serving you. My mother smiled and said that little things don’t learn well, then leaned on the couch to watch movies on my iPad. I used to carefully select “Life and Death Reading” as an Oscar level sex film, and I admit that when I first watched this movie, I looked up somewhere for an hour. I hammered for a while, and in the hot and humid weather, my mother’s forehead was sweating. With an extremely nervous and excited mood, I told her to take off her bathrobe, it’s so hot. Mom hesitated for a moment and said it wasn’t very hot. I… after a while, the sky outside had already darkened. After all, it was difficult for the air to dissipate in the room. My mother told me to bring the fan over, but I said it was better to take off my bathrobe. Look, I’m wearing big shorts and it’s not hot at all. My mother sat up and took off her bathrobe. Outside the window, in the dim sky and the screen light of my iPad, I saw that my mother was wearing a pink bra and pink underwear. After making my mother lie down, I found that this underwear was a bit small and could only cover her buttocks and the area next to her. Most of her white buttocks were exposed. It was then that I realized why my mother didn’t want to take off her bathrobe just now. It was so clear that the weather was just now, and this underwear was so exposed. If it weren’t for such a boring day, my mom probably wouldn’t have taken it off yet. I slowly kneaded my mother’s ankle upwards, her slender yet full legs were so perfect, and I began to really be attracted to her. When I first touched my buttocks, my mother had a slight tremble, but she didn’t say anything. I began to have intimate contact with my mother’s plump buttocks. The feeling of being separated from the bathrobe and touching with my own hands is completely different. The smooth skin and good elasticity make my hands feel refreshed and crooked, while my cock expresses extreme envy. My mother’s buttocks were gently squeezed into various shapes by me. At this point, the plot of the movie caught my attention, not bad, it was that restricted segment. A young and inexperienced boy, a beautiful mature woman, beautiful legs, big waves, ups and downs, earth and mountains shaking… After this period of time, I found that my hands were just covering my mother’s two buttocks, motionless. The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, and my mother’s posture was also very stiff. I casually said, Mom, your figure is much better than that woman. I heard my mother take a deep breath and smile casually, saying yes. Then I continued to massage my mother, but this time there was an added touch. When I reached another emotional climax, I couldn’t bear it anymore. I started blatantly pinching my mother’s shoulder with my right hand and slowly touching her buttocks with my left hand, feeling the elasticity of her buttocks and the temptation of the middle groove from the left hip flap to the right. After touching my mother’s buttocks about two or three times, my mind was hot and I lowered my head to carefully smell the crack in the middle of her underwear. The fragrant scent of the shower gel mixed with a special smell stimulated me to kiss her buttocks. My mother suddenly turned her head and said, “What are you doing?” I was stunned for a moment and said, “If I’m tired, I’ll sleep on my stomach.” My mother said, “Go to the bedroom to sleep.” I said the living room is cooler, “you watch a movie. Don’t worry about me.” My mother didn’t say anything but went to watch a movie again. “. I lay on my mother’s buttocks and asked about the smell of her buttocks carefully. After a while, my mother got tired and lay on her side to watch, and I didn’t have a chance either. However, this experience has strengthened my determination to get my mother. It rained all night that night, and the next day it cooled down a lot. When I woke up, I found that after the ambiguity of last night, there was an indescribable change in the aura between my mother and me. My mother was wearing a pair of seven point jeans. When I went out to say hello, I jokingly patted her buttocks and said I had left, but she naturally said to come back early. Feeling this change, after running, I specifically went to the flower shop at the entrance of the community to buy a small bouquet of roses. After arriving home, my mother had already prepared her meal and was watching TV in the living room. When she saw me coming back, she said, “What are you doing with your hands behind your back? Go wash your hands quickly.” I jumped and knelt on one knee, placing the rose in front of my mother and said, “Darling, I really love you.”. Mom was surprised and said that spending money at a young age is quite generous. Next time, if you spend like this again, you will reduce your pocket money. But I still saw a faint smile in the corner of her eye. Since then, my mother and I have started to have intimate actions between lovers, such as patting her buttocks, pinching her buttocks, rubbing her buttocks, or suddenly appearing from behind to pick her up. Although we cannot avoid being scolded, it doesn’t matter. Eating tofu is the key. When taking the bus, if my mother is tired, I will smoothly roll over her shoulder and let her rest on my shoulder to sleep, and my mother won’t refuse even in a daze. My mother and I have also formed a tacit understanding. As long as my father is not around, my mother will ask me to give her a massage after taking a shower. However, she rarely only wears underwear, and most of the time, the towel still flows. As summer vacation slowly approached, the first Wednesday was my mother’s birthday. I bought a set of VS black underwear online in advance. Putting aside bra, the thong underwear made me want to see what my mother looked like when she put it on. At that time, the students were already on vacation, but the teacher still had to stay at school for an extra week, revise papers, hold meetings to summarize and so on. July was also the period when various companies were preparing semi annual reports. Dad was also very busy, so he made a phone call to wish Mom a happy birthday. My mother was a bit absent-minded in the morning and at noon, and she was a bit indifferent when talking to me. I knew my mother was waiting for me to say happy birthday to her, but I’m sorry, the surprise was in the evening. As soon as my mother left for work in the afternoon, I took action. First, I tidied up the house and rearranged the large items in the living room according to my arrangement. Then, I went out to buy candles, flowers, pre made cakes, the ingredients for two dishes I had been cooking since I was four years old, and the seemingly harmless red wine that tasted like juice but easily made women lose their guard against getting drunk. After returning home, calculating the time and being busy, everything was ready. Excitedly, I locked the door and waited for my mother’s arrival. The sound of the key turning, I hurriedly lit candles and asked who. If it were my dad, I would cry to death. My mom said, “Why can’t I open the door?” I said, “Wait a moment, take a shower.”. Mom said why do you lock the door while taking a shower? I said I’m afraid others might come in and peep. Mom said who’s looking at you? I opened the door and said you’re looking. 36 red candles were arranged as heart-shaped characters by me and placed at the door. I closed the curtains at home, and there was only one round table and two chairs in the living room. 36 bouquets of roses presented a strange shape of Happy Birthday lying on the ground. On the table was a birthday cake, a pink box (filled with my fantasy VC underwear…, four dishes, two bottles of wine, and I said, “Happy Birthday, Mom.” The smile on Mom’s face, combined with her suit dress today, made me unable to resist holding her to the dining table. Mom asked what gift was in the box, and I said I would show it to you after dinner. Pouring the red wine on top, I took out n prepared toasts and started attacking my mother. Obviously, my mother didn’t see through my intentions. Like the United States fighting Iraq, I finished two bottles of wine with my mother in a short while. By the end of the glass, both my mother and I felt a little drunk. I watched my mother say to her that I love you forever, and then drank it all in one gulp. My mother finished drinking it too, and didn’t cook much because there was also a cake. After finishing my meal, I opened the cake, cut it, and gave it to my mother to eat. I asked her how it was and whether it tasted good. It seemed that my mother had never experienced such an attack before. After a while, she drank a bottle of red wine, which was even better after all. Her voice was a bit charming and delicious. I hugged my mother with my left hand and wiped the cake on her face with my right hand. My mother wanted to run away, but I couldn’t let her run. So the two of us started a big fight with the cake, during which my right hand accidentally buttoned my mother’s buttocks through her skirt. Before I could feel it, my mother hit me with the cake. A few minutes later, we used up the cake. We sat face to face and laughed heartily as we watched each other’s appearance. After laughing for a while, I said Mom, I still want to eat cake. Mom said how to eat it when it’s gone. I walked over and pretended to be cute, hugging Mom’s head and saying you still have it on your face. Mom smiled and said you eat it. She didn’t expect me to really lower my head and lick the cake on her face. Mom said you go take a shower, and I’ll tidy up here. I responded and let go of my mother to take a shower. After taking a shower, my mother had already cleaned the living room. I took the box containing underwear and said, “Mom, this is your gift.”. What did Mom say? I said you go take a shower, and then open it to have a surprise. Mom took it and went to take a shower. I pushed the sofa to the living room, moved everything back to the distance, and sat on the sofa. After a while, my mother walked in black underwear, walked with cat steps, and threw seductive eyes towards me, then sat on my lap. Then… my mother came out, but unfortunately she was still wearing a bathrobe. I said you didn’t notice when you opened the gift, and I didn’t say “mom”. I wanted a sense of equality and dignity. She said she opened it, and I said, “Have you put it on?” My mother looked at me silently, and I knew that this foreign brand of red wine still has a certain power. I said, “Mom, come and I will massage you.” Mom walked over as usual, and I grabbed Mom, and… Her towel was peeled off, and it was indeed wearing the underwear I bought inside. Mom nervously asked what you were doing, and I coquettishly said I just wanted to take a look. Then I pushed and pulled Mom to make her lie on the sofa as usual, and Mom blushed and obedient to me. Under the dim yellow lights of the flower lights in the living room, I finally succeeded in seeing my mother’s body openly, even though it was on the back and wearing underwear… My mother’s fair back only had a black bra strap, and I began to massage her as usual. The ambiguous atmosphere added by the fragrance of flowers and wine made both my mother and I tremble. I don’t know where that temptation will go, how to proceed, how to face it, and let the temptation itself become a kind of temptation. Well, no matter what you do, follow your feelings, love how you do. I gently rubbed my mother’s snow-white skin on her back, gradually moving down to my waist. I used to not know what Yingying meant by a grip, but today I finally felt it. At this point, my right hand couldn’t help but turn into a caress, gently brushing over my mother’s waist. I began to have entangled thoughts in my mind, imagining how enchanting this snake like waist would be when twisted. My mother’s body no longer trembles, as if waiting for my hand. Finally, I crossed the black T-belt, and my mother’s waist to buttocks had an impulsive curve. Her perky buttocks would make many girls who claimed to be beautiful envious. I gently supported my mother’s waist with my left hand, and slowly caressed her buttocks with my right hand. From left to right, my mother’s two white and perky buttocks were under my control, allowing me to be frivolous. I won’t stop, that beautiful buttocks groove is right there, I want to taste it slowly. I kept caressing my mother’s foot until my small toes moved under my touch, giving me the urge to take a bite. I gently kissed my mother’s toe and then slowly kissed her up along the surface of my right foot. After longing for her buttocks, I finally couldn’t help it anymore. I grabbed her crotch with both hands and licked her two buttocks hard. My mother’s legs were tight, and I knew she was starting to feel nervous. After kissing for a while, I tried my best to hold onto her two buttocks and spread them apart. I was stunned for a moment, looking at my mother’s beautiful and deep buttocks, with her beautiful dark red anus exposed under the thin black band. The exquisite chrysanthemums were exposed in front of me like that. At that time, I had an impulse to cry, and after thinking for so long, I finally saw them. I lowered my head, wanting to appreciate my mother’s anus. My face was pressed against my mother’s buttocks, and I gently exhaled and blew on her anus. My mother let out a faint breath, but it gave me the last courage. I went crazy and forcefully parted my mother’s buttocks, kissing her anus and buttocks. The aroma of the bath gel completely covered its supposed odor. At that moment, I thought of the scene of my mother vigorously washing her buttocks with bath gel. My mother’s tight buttocks and continuous sighs made me even more like a crazy tiger. I kicked off my slippers and flipped onto the sofa, lying on my mother like an AV, kissing her buttocks hard. My mother tried to protect her private parts with her hands and told me it was dirty. I opened her hand and let it go even harder. Most of the time, as an ordinary person like me, I am confused. In that moment of ecstasy, I suddenly understood an epiphany. I clearly thought about my mother’s bottom line and what I should do next. The fact also proves my correctness. I stood up and hugged my mother, flipping over while kissing her mouth. My mother pushed me with her hand, knowing that those things were just postures and didn’t care at all. After a while, my mother lightly lifted her vermilion lips and began to cater to me. I kissed my mother’s mouth, sucked on her body fluids, and my tongue intertwined with hers. My mother’s breathing became heavy. I loosened my hand on her head, kissed her, and picked her up as I walked towards my bedroom. After entering the bedroom, I closed the door with my feet and pulled the curtains. My mother and I started rolling and kissing on the bed. I rubbed her breasts with my right hand and swam on her back with my left hand. A vague sound came from my mother’s throat. I let go of my mother’s small mouth, started kissing her face, opened her bra with both hands, threw it aside, and then hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth in her chest. Amidst the intense friction, I actually had the urge to ejaculate. I thought to myself, “Your sister.”. Then let go of my mother, no longer having any contact with her lower body, and began to kiss her breasts, holding onto her red seed, slowly wrapping and sucking with her tongue. My mother also let go of her frame and gently pressed my head against her breasts. I placed my hand at the base of my mother’s thigh, separated her two legs with my fingers and continued to delve deeper. With my middle finger, I slowly stroked her private parts through a small layer of underwear. After a while, I extended my finger into her underwear and gently explored it. Finally, I found the hot and humid entrance of the cave. I rubbed back and forth at the entrance of the cave, and my mother finally began to moan softly. I was so excited that I almost shot TMD. I think this is too much for my mother. I took off my underpants and let my mother hold my cock. Then, I turned over and used the 69 style to separate my mother’s legs and hold them down with my hands. Then, I started kissing my mother’s little hole through my underwear, and the slightly coquettish smell further stimulated me. I helped my mother’s gloves and played with my cock twice. Then I let go, and my mother’s soft hand obediently pulled it up. I flipped my mother’s underwear aside and licked her little hole with my mouth. My mother’s vaginal discharge also began to increase. I extended my tongue into her little hole, licking her warm and moist tender flesh. My mother called out, sat up, and I used my right index finger to stir it for a while. Then I said to my mother, lift my buttocks. I touched the position of the chrysanthemum and gently squeezed the wet index finger in. My mother twisted her buttocks to escape, but I said not to move, so my mother let me in. Then I reached out to my little hole with my thumb, allowing my mother’s anus and little hole to feel a double stimulation. For the first time, I saw my mother moaning seductively with her eyes closed and her mouth open. This was the stimulation my mother’s little hand had brought me, and I couldn’t bear it anymore. I told my mother to spit on it, and she tilted her head and dripped saliva on my glans. After being stimulated, I said, Mom, kiss me and I’m about to ejaculate. My mother licked my glans a few times with her tongue, and I supported her head and asked her to point her tongue at my cock. With one hand, she forcefully poked at my mother’s small hole and anus, and then shot her in the face, some of which even hit her tongue. The extreme physical and psychological pleasure left my mind blank for a moment. At that time, I only had one feeling – carefree and numb. From the beginning, I knew that my mother would definitely not agree with incest, but I think in that situation she would agree to everything except insertion. If I strongly demand insertion, it is very likely that my mother will slap me directly, and I cannot force myself to bow, so the best result I can achieve is this. Later, when I asked my mother, she also said the same. Will my mother one day be willing to have true sex with me and let me put my cock into her little hole? I don’t know, maybe it will never be possible, maybe it can be today. Now, my mother is lying on the sofa wearing a seductive short skirt, watching me write this article. Okay, let me ask. “Mom, can you have sex with me today?” I reached into my mom’s skirt. (Next) Time goes back to that night last year. After going crazy, my mother remained silent for a while and then asked me to go back to my own room to sleep. Satisfied, I didn’t realize the desolation in my mother’s tone, so I went to the bathroom to wash my body and went back to my own room. The next day, after I woke up and had breakfast, I wanted to joke with my mom again and have some tofu on the way, but my mom? I was scared back by my previous solemnity, but I didn’t take it to heart and thought it was because my mother was feeling unwell. As a day student, there is no need for evening self-study. After attending classes in the afternoon and returning home, I would lie on the sofa and watch TV after eating. After my mom finished cleaning up, I went to take a shower. I was still fantasizing about my mom walking over in sexy underwear like yesterday, raising her buttocks for me to caress. I also remembered the love I had with her online yesterday and her beautiful body. I set up a small tent underneath. The waiting process is always long. Einstein said that sitting with a man feels like time is really slow, while sitting with a beautiful woman always makes time very fast. This is the theory of relativity. I changed the TV channel multiple times, and my mind played with my mom all over, but she was still in the bathroom. I looked at my watch and realized something was wrong. It wasn’t the theory of waiting. Mom used to wash it in about ten minutes a day, at most only about twenty minutes. Now it’s been half an hour, and Mom hasn’t come out yet. Maybe something happened. I sat up and shouted to the bathroom, “Mom, are you there?”. There was no sound in the bathroom, and my heart sank. I didn’t even care about my shoes, so I ran to the bathroom door and knocked hard, calling out if my mother was there. At this moment, my mother’s voice came out: “What are you doing? Why are you arguing when I take a shower?” I breathed a sigh of relief, and everything was fine. I said, “You’ve been taking such a long shower, and I thought something was wrong with you.” My mother replied, “Watch your TV.”. I stumbled back to the living room to watch TV again, patiently waiting for my mother to come out. After a while, my mother came out, and I turned around to see that she was still wearing the same bathrobe as yesterday. My heart was filled with joy. Unexpectedly, my mother walked straight back to her room. I said to my mother, “Massage, Mom.” Without looking back, my mother said lightly, “I fell asleep when I was tired. You’ve been studying all day and you’re quite tired. You don’t need to massage anymore, it’s fun.” I wanted to say that I’m not tired, but I know this is just my mother’s excuse. Women may use many strange reasons to reject men, and even have many flaws. Some are deliberately coquettish, while others are really lazy to talk to you. My mother reminded me in a somewhat distant tone that this is the latter type. I finally came to my senses. From last night until tonight, my mother’s attitude towards me has become noticeably distant, but I am still immersed in my own fantasies and have not realized it. After all, Mom can’t be like me, a high school student, without any worries, and can this kind of indulgence after getting drunk really continue? The desire for carnality is not everything in life, and the pleasure of a man and a woman may require true male and female love, let alone my mother’s carnal desires that have not been truly satisfied. Thinking of this, I fell into deep cold again. Since that day, my relationship with my mother has returned to the past, and it has also added a little awkwardness. But the busy dad didn’t see it, he continued his previous work and life. After feeling my mother’s coldness, I initially remained desperate and stubbornly hoped that my mother would return to that night. After a period of time, I finally turned to a state of despair and seemed uninterested in everything. Basketball, games, what used to tempt me, now I don’t even take a second look. After a period of confusion, I began to search for things that could distract my attention. It was almost the end of the semester, and the atmosphere of learning in the class had become lively. After waking up in class one day, I watched everyone listen attentively and thought to myself, let’s just study. For the remaining month, I felt like a different person. I woke up at around 5 o’clock every day and started reciting. I didn’t go to play ball or surf the internet with my classmates at noon, but instead studied quietly in the classroom. Every night, I also learned that I couldn’t open my eyes and fell asleep. My buddies say I’ve changed, but in fact, I know I just want to cut off from the past and no longer think of my mother in my mind. I start to fear emptiness and loneliness, and forcibly bring my studies into my mind to drive out memories related to that night. After the final exams, summer vacation has begun, which may be the last time we can play in high school. It will be our third year of high school at the beginning of the semester. In the first few days, my friends and I wandered around the billiards hall, internet cafe, and basketball court all day. I deliberately reduced the time I spent at home to avoid the embarrassment of getting along with my mother. Until one afternoon, I was playing billiards with my classmates when my dad called me with a cheerful tone, asking me to go home and have dinner with some of the main teachers. After returning home, I found out that my homeroom teacher and father knew each other. After the results came out, I ranked fifth in my grade and was able to secure a first-class university in our school. So he told my father that he happened to be off today, so he wanted to invite a few teachers to dinner. At the dinner table, several teachers and parents were flattering each other. I only lowered my head to eat while peeking at my mother. Once, my mother was also looking at me. I quickly lowered my head, but I still saw the love in her eyes. My mother would also be proud. After dinner, my dad asked me to go to the car and bring some gifts from others to give to a few teachers. I was driving home, and my dad clearly drank a bit too much, but he didn’t dare to let him go on the road again. On the way, my dad asked me what my plans were for this summer vacation, and I said I didn’t have any plans. He said why don’t we go on a trip together? We’ll be rushing to review the college entrance examination in the first year of school. I said there’s no objection, and my mom also agreed. After returning home, we discussed the travel route. My mother wants to go to Jiuzhaigou Valley Scenic and Historic Interest Area, but my father and I both mean to ride horses in Kanas. Although Xinjiang is very sunny now, the scenery is much better, and it is not as commercial as Jiuzhaigou Valley Scenic and Historic Interest Area. I have been riding horses with my dad at the racetrack since middle school. Although our talent is ordinary, practice makes perfect. My mom can’t handle our ups and downs, so we occasionally come together. My riding skills are even worse than mine, but ordinary wild riders can handle it. The plan was settled, and we started packing up. Two days later, we boarded a plane to Urumqi, rested for a while, and directly boarded a bus to Jiadengyu. Although the smell on the bus was unpleasant, the scenery outside the window was still super beautiful. Living in cramped cities for a long time, it is rare to have such a broad perspective. But unexpectedly, as soon as we arrived at Jiadengyu, we were picking horses to cope with the cycling in a few days when my dad’s phone rang. Dad went out to answer the phone, and after a while, he came in with a helpless expression, saying that there is another major client who needs him to take the lead in auditing. Mom said she can’t go to someone else, Dad said he’s not at ease when someone else goes. Then he discussed with us whether to go back together or go back by himself. I said that once we’re here, my mom and I will play before we go back. Anyway, this route is already very mature, and I’ve been here before. Dad asked Mom what she meant, and Mom also agreed with my idea. So my dad stayed overnight and went back the next day. My mother and I embarked on a cycling journey towards Kanas. It’s less than 30 kilometers from Jiadengyu to Kanas, but in order to experience the scenery of Xinjiang, we decided to take a walk in Hemu. The journey from Jiadengyu to Hemu was very peaceful. After staying in Hemu for the night, we continued on to Xiaohei Lake the next day. If you have good physical strength, riding a horse for a long time is very comfortable. Whether it’s jogging, jogging, or running freely on the grassland, it’s much more comfortable than riding in a car. In places like Xinjiang, which are almost naturally designed for horseback riding, except for a bit of sun exposure, all the fun that horseback riding can enjoy can be found. On the open grassland, one can gallop on horseback, but on this rocky slope, one must walk slowly. Most of the terrain in Xinjiang is hilly, with occasional plains and mountains. The route we have chosen is relatively safe, and the maximum slope is not very steep. And it was precisely this not so steep road that we had an accident. When climbing, I had my mother ride slowly in front and I followed behind. These past few days, my mother and I have been talking more and more, and my silent desire for her has reignited. Watching my mother wearing jeans, sitting on the back of a horse with a slightly pouted buttocks and gently twisting back and forth, combined with this beautiful scenery, what I saw from behind was like an egg shattered.

If I could bring my mother here for a field battle, have her kneel in front of me and do oral sex, with her beautiful big butt pouting upwards, enjoying her little mouth and then moving on to her little pussy, I would remember that night when my mother’s little honey pussy tasted very good… Just as I was immersed in my own fantasy, it suddenly changed. My mother’s horse seemed to be startled and suddenly ran downhill. I quickly dismounted and shouted to my mother, “Mom, take off!” But my mother didn’t know what to do. She just grabbed the reins, but at this moment, the reins were useless. It’s not easy to walk downhill. Sure enough, while I was running towards my mother, my horse’s hooves slipped. I saw that I was about to slide downhill, so I quickly jumped down instead of sliding against the slope. Fortunately, the horse was slowed down by a small tree that was growing horizontally. I fell beside the horse and shouted for my mother to take off her pedals while helping her feet buried inside to retreat. At this moment, my mother finally reacted and cooperated with me to complete the task. Just as I raised my head and breathed slowly, the frightened horse felt that the small tree was not awesome, and his hooves began to pedal disorderly, directly toward my shoulder. I also heard a brittle internal sound. Well, my brother Ma and I broke down together with the tree, accompanied by my mother’s screams. Although this slope is not too steep, it is relatively high and cannot be slid to the bottom. I endured the pain on my shoulder, rolled to the side, let go of the horse, and slid for a while before finally stopping. I breathed a sigh of relief and lay down to look down at the horse. The horse, covered in bruises, was still roaring and kicking its legs in an attempt to block it. Mom slowly came down and helped me climb up. Although smelling the scent of my mother’s body and feeling warm all over my body, I didn’t have the mood to get crooked. The pain on my shoulder caught all my attention. Returning to the top, my mother and I rode slowly back to Hemu, where we briefly bandaged the wound that had slipped down, and then found a car to take me to the large hospital in Urumqi. After taking the film, it turned out to be a bone fracture. I told my mother that I was on the slope at the time, otherwise I would have pressed the horse’s hooves hard and I wouldn’t be able to touch my mother. After speaking, I realized there was ambiguity, but my mother didn’t say anything. My mother later told me that it was really dangerous at that time, how could I dare to go down. I said if my mother gets hurt, I would really feel heartbroken. Mom’s face turned red, but as for my face, I can’t see it because most of the places are filled with potions. During my hospitalization, my father came once and saw that I had no major problems before leaving again. My mother is taking care of me here alone. I watched her wearing tight jeans, her buttocks tightly stretched, swaying in front of me all day. I couldn’t do anything, it was really hard on me. Fortunately, when my mother took a nap at noon, she lay by my bed and I could slowly touch her face. As for whether she felt it or not, I don’t know. Anyway, my mother didn’t object. After living in Urumqi for a long time, the doctor allowed us to take the train back. After returning home, I felt very friendly. After resting at home for a period of time, school is about to start. Upon learning about my situation, the teacher also said that I should learn at home first and then go to school when I am fully recovered. So I stayed at home with peace of mind. At this point, my relationship with my mother returned to the past. Although I had never touched her before, I could feel that after returning from Kanas, my mother’s attitude towards me had improved a lot. After a period of time, I was completely well, so I begged my mother to go to Mount Taishan again with me, and then went back to school to study hard. My mother reluctantly agreed. In fact, climbing Mount Taishan Mountain is not very interesting. I am not very interested in sunrise, and the doctor told us not to exercise vigorously. We climbed the cableway for a while and then walked around. I went down the mountain to find a hotel to rest. After dinner, when we returned to our place of residence, my mother and I chatted for a while before taking a shower. I took the opportunity to copy the long cherished and unedited color ring into the hotel computer. After my mother came out wearing a towel, I told her that I wanted you to hold her and watch a movie. Mom looked at me and said she could. Don’t have any crooked ideas. I said definitely. My mother came to my bed wearing a bathrobe and watched the color ring with me. At the beginning, my mother hugged me and I gently leaned my head against her breasts. To my disappointment, I felt her bra. Later, I slowly adjusted my position and extended my arm from my mother’s neck to embrace her. As time passed, my left hand also slowly caressed her back, and she twisted her back and no longer opposed it. My heart was pounding with excitement, and I couldn’t help but lower my head and kiss my mother’s forehead. My mother looked up at me, and I couldn’t help but print on her rosy lips. She retreated back, but how could she avoid me. I licked my mother’s rosy lips and wanted to go deeper. My mother tightly closed her teeth and turned her head to continue watching the movie. I had no choice but to give up. As I approached the unedited section, I reached into my mother’s bathrobe and gently stroked her back. I suddenly realized that my mother was wearing the bra I bought for her, which greatly inspired me. At this moment, the passionate scene of Tony Leung and Tony Leung appeared on the computer screen, and it was obvious that his mother was also affected, with some shortness of breath. Opportunities cannot be lost and never come again. I pushed my mother down and she whimpered, but I blocked her lips. At first, she refused, but later I pried her teeth open. My mother and I were intertwined with each other’s fragrant tongues. I greedily sucked on her body fluids and didn’t idle my hands. I pulled off my mother’s bathrobe, hugged her with one hand, and touched her breasts with the other. I freed my mother’s breasts from the bra and slowly wrapped my fingers around her nipples, making her pink buds even more firm. My mother also started to take the initiative from passive acceptance, hugged my back, and her tongue began to penetrate into my mouth. I felt my mother’s change and continued to rub her breasts, making a vague sound in her mouth. I sat up and watched as my mother looked at me in confusion, with most of my breasts exposed and my legs slowly rubbing against each other. I lay down and completely removed the bra, kissed my mother’s left breast, tasted her taste, and my right hand ravaged her left breast, causing her to change various shapes in my hand. My left hand also caressed my mother’s thigh. My mother also placed her hand on my head, as if encouraging me. I kissed my mother’s breasts for a while and slowly moved down her tender belly, while retreating to the middle of her legs. When I touched my mother’s T-shaped underwear, I remembered the madness we had that night. I continued to lick my mother’s little hole through her underwear, and her legs began to twist irregularly, wrapping around my back. I lifted the cloth that covered my mother’s little hole, gently kissed the entrance, and then extended my tongue in, vigorously stirring her little hole. I felt the damp, hot, and soft inner wall of her little hole, and my mother’s lustful water slowly flowed out, some of which stayed in my mouth. This lewd smell further stimulated me. I sat up and had my mother kneel like a dog, pouting her buttocks at me. She sat up coquettishly, then buried her head and pouted her plump buttocks. I watched as my mother’s black hair hung down on the pillow, and then I pressed her waist with my hand, making her push her buttocks higher. Looking at my mother’s obedience, I couldn’t help but feel that the pain and waiting in the past were all worth it. I remember when I was young, my mom always spanked me, so I slapped my mom’s big butt twice. My mom whimpered twice, and I took off my mom’s underwear to my knees, exposing her dark red chrysanthemums and pink little hole in front of me. I grabbed my mother’s beautiful buttocks and launched an attack on her groin. I found my mother’s clitoris and sucked on it for a while, causing her body to tremble. The moans that were unique to women came out of her mouth, and her vagina became even wetter. I inserted my middle finger into her vagina, feeling the place where I was born. With my finger sampling and sucking on her clitoris, my mother began to moan softly. I remember my mother’s usually dignified and virtuous appearance, as well as her current promiscuous demeanor. It’s really hard to judge by appearance. I took out my middle finger and inserted it into my mother’s chrysanthemum. Her chrysanthemum contracted for a while, and an evil thought rose from my heart. I placed my index finger in my mother’s little hole to moisten it for a while, and then forcefully inserted it into her chrysanthemum. My mother said vaguely not to do so, but reached out and wanted to take my hand away. I opened her hand and said to her, “Are you satisfied?”. Mom just made a sound by randomly checking my fingers. The time was ripe for me to pout, so I took off my shorts, aimed my lower body at my mother’s little hole, and told her that I was going in. Mom didn’t speak, but that was my answer. I straightened my waist and my lower body entered my mother’s most private area. My mother’s honey hole is still a bit tight, with a damp and hot little hole wrapping around my lower body. At the same time, my mother also let out a kind moan, which was different from the previously suppressed moans. I could hear my mother’s pleasure. I held onto my mother’s slender waist and then forcefully thrust and thrust. During the day, my mother was still out of reach when I came, but now she is kneeling in front of me, pouting her buttocks and forcing me to forcefully dry her little hole. My mother made lewd moans in her mouth, and I bent down and pressed my body against her back. One hand reached out to her chest, ravaging her breasts, and the other reached into her mouth, making her suck hard on the index and middle fingers that had just been inserted into her little hole and anus. My mother held my finger and groaned vaguely in her mouth. After thrusting dozens more times, I took my finger out of my mother’s mouth. I held onto my mother’s waist again and watched her moan under my crotch. My lower body couldn’t help but stiffen a bit, and my mother’s lustful fluids splashed everywhere, wetting the sheets under me. I helped my mother and lay down with her back to me, sitting on my body. Her long hair draped over her back had a unique charm. I lay down and watched my mother’s plump and tender buttocks wriggle back and forth under the force of her fat free waist. After enjoying my mother’s service for a while, I held onto her waist with both hands and began to cater to the ups and downs of her buttocks. At this moment, my mother’s moans had turned into “ah ah ah”. I saw that my mother was about to lose her energy, so I asked her to lie down flat, then aimed at her small hole and thrust it back in. I lowered my head to hold my mother’s nipple, picked up one of her hands, and let her knead it herself. After a while, my mother’s moans became louder, and I thought she might be about to climax. I worked even harder to spot check my mother. Looking down at my own lower body moving in and out of my mother’s little hole, it is both psychologically and physiologically a great pleasure. At this moment, my mother’s vagina twitched and I knew she was about to climax. I want to take advantage of my mother’s lack of clarity at this moment, why not… I pulled it out and aimed it at her mouth to insert my lower body, which was still dripping with her lustful water. My mother held onto my lower body and licked it with her tongue. I put my fingers into my mother’s small hole and anus, thrusting and thrusting vigorously. My mother’s vagina contracted suddenly, and her mouth was also vaguely sucking on my lower body. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I bent down and kissed my mother’s small hole in the 69 style. My lower body began to actively thrust and thrust in her mouth. Mom allows me to ravage her little hole and cute mouth. I was picking at my mother’s chrysanthemums and asking if she was comfortable. My mother let out a vague hmm, and I forcefully inserted her mouth a few times before ejaculating into it. Since that day, my relationship with my mother has truly escalated, like a lover. When we are together, she will take care of me, and I will also take care of her… Although my scope of management is very narrow, at least I also have some management power, such as dressing. I often ask my mother to wear a suit and short skirt to work, so that during break time, I can run to her office and reach into her skirt