Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 20
My mother took me by the hand, carrying the heavy package, and found my teacher Dumu: “Dumu, I joined the propaganda team. Tomorrow, we will go down to the grass-roots to do propaganda and encouragement work. I don’t know when I can come back. My son is not looked after. Can you look at it? Can you put my son in your house for a few days and help me take care of it?”
“Good,” said Mr. Dumu, “if you haven’t said anything, you can put your baby son in my house, and you can go actively.”
“Well, thank you so much.”
My mother handed the package containing my clothes to Mr. Dumu, and Mr. Dumu took it with a smile: “Hey, Mr. X, look at what you said, we two, what’s the strength of politeness?”! You may as well take the initiative to go, Hello, “
Mr. Dumu, carrying a large package, told me:” little fellow, help the teacher carry these homework books to the home! ”
I obediently picked up the heavy homework book, followed Mr. Dumu and walked into the long and narrow corridor. The dim light reflected the plump waist of Mr. Dumu. Every time Mr. Dumu took a step, his big fat butt would be pounded violently, which made me lustful. I thought that in the future, I would be with Mr. Dumu Together, I am excited and nervous. I am really worried that driven by the color center, I will do unexpected things.
Due to the lack of housing, Mr. Dumu temporarily stayed in an office of the school.
Mr. Dumu’s husband is an officer, serving in the army all year round. According to the law, Mr. Dumu should be transferred to his husband’s army and live together with him.
However, Mr. Dumu’s husband’s troops are stationed in the remote mountainous areas. Once Mr. Dumu is transferred, it is difficult to return to the big city.
Therefore, Mr. Dumu is looking forward to her husband’s early career transfer and returning to the local area.
At present, they have to live apart.
Most of the time of the year, Mr. Dumu lives alone with a little girl who is only half a year old.
Ms. Dumu’s room is both a bedroom and an office.
Mr. Dumu opened the door and said to me kindly, “little guy, we are home
I put the homework book on the teacher’s desk in Dumu, then sat on the side, numbly fiddling with my fingers, looking at the strange environment in front of me, I did not dare to move.
“Oh, orchid, mother’s little baby, how did you wake up again?”
Mr. Dumu put down the package, picked up her lovely baby, sat down on the bed and began to breastfeed her baby. She lifted up her underwear and showed her two huge breasts in front of my eyes. I was so ashamed of my lust that she wanted to get into trouble with her.
“Hello, little guy,”
teacher Dumu suddenly called me and said, “go, bring the towel on the towel rack to the teacher!”
I had to stop my wishful thinking about Mr. Dumu and walked slowly to Mr. Dumu with a handkerchief. Mr. Dumu held the child in both hands and cried to me, “come on, come on, help the teacher wipe this!”
Mr. Dumu told me to wipe the milk out of my nipple.
I hesitated for a moment. Although I was fascinated by the body of Dumu teacher, I still did not dare to touch my respected Dumu teacher.
Mr. Dumu glared at me: “come on
I dare not disobey, trembling to reach out to Dumu teacher that snow-white breast and the big nipple that blushes, gently wipe up.
Mr. Dumu’s breasts are full and round, just like two steamed and white steamed buns with charming luster.
Lustful heart forced me not to be too safe, I tried to gently touch Mr. Dumu’s crisp milk, and felt that it was soft and tender, sending out a slight warmth. The pigmented areola of Mr. Dumu held up the big, crimson nipple, gurgling with crystal milk.
I especially noticed that teacher Dumu held the child’s arm, giving birth to a little black hair. I turned my head and quietly moved my eyes to the armpit of Dumu teacher. Wow, the black hair there is long and dense, emitting a strong, pungent smell. I feel very novel, and I do not hate the special smell of Dumu teacher. I secretly approach Du Mu Wood teacher’s armpit, deeply took a few breath.
Mr. Dumu raised the child a little, revealing his soft and delicate abdomen. His round navel eyes were deeply sunk into the plump fat. Several pubic hairs slipped out of his underwear and showed them vaguely, which made me flustered. Therefore, he was fascinated by the mysterious place under the crotch of Dumu teacher.
My hands were shaking again, holding a white handkerchief and wiping it back and forth on the plump abdomen of Mr. Dumu. At the same time, I put my head as close as possible to Mr. Dumu’s belly, and greedily smelled her strong body odor full of mature woman’s breath.
@ P > Mr. Dumu put down the child, tidied up his underwear, and stood up: “little guy, play by yourself, the teacher will cook for you!”
With that, Mr. Dumu’s plump jade hand gently pinched my face and gave me a smile. I immediately felt incomparably warm. He was no longer timid to Dumu teacher, but also gave her a naughty smile.
After a hasty dinner, I did not dare to move to lie next to teacher Dumu. When I heard her even breath, I confirmed that she was asleep.
So, I quietly turn over the body, put my nostrils close to Mr. Dumu’s side, deeply smelling the attractive smell of teacher Dumu.
Slowly, I became hazy. In my dream, I was excited. I wanted to touch Mr. Dumu’s big breasts, but I didn’t dare to put out my hand. I looked at the charming crisp milk for a long time. Suddenly, I looked up and saw the big eyes of Mr. Dumu staring at me fiercely, which immediately woke me up from my dream and scared out a cold sweat.
“Little guy, it’s dawn. Get up, wash your face and go to school with the teacher!”
I opened my sleep eyes and looked at the amiable face of Mr. Dumu. I thought of my dream last night and my obscene thoughts about him. I couldn’t help feeling sorry.
In real life, Mr. Dumu has never glared at me once. The scene in my dream is totally out of my awe for him.
In fact, when I think about it carefully, Mr. Dumu loves me very much. Every day, I can get a little unexpected harvest in his home: an apple, a banana, a handful of milk sugar At first, I didn’t dare to accept the sincere gift of Dumu teacher easily.
Mr. Dumu said in a commanding tone: “eat, eat, you see, the teacher has a lot of them here. When I gave birth to your little sister, the comrades sent them one after another. If the teacher doesn’t eat these things, your little sister is too young to eat, and it’s rotten if you leave it!”
Under the stern and warm gaze of Mr. Dumu, I dare not refuse the gift from Mr. Dumu.
Every day after school, Dumu teacher would give me some change to help her go to the market to buy vegetables. When I came back, I returned the vegetables and the rest of the money to Mr. Dumu’s hand. Mr. Dumu took the dishes, but put the rest of the loose money into my hand: “little guy, this change is for you. Take it and buy something you like to eat.”
I dare not refuse, but I dare not accept the teacher’s money, while the teacher is not paying attention, I secretly put it on the table.
Dumu teacher looked at it and severely taught me: “little guy, you explain to me that the teacher gives you pocket money, why don’t you take it, the teacher’s money is dirty?”
@ P > I didn’t know what to say. I lowered my head in fear and muttered, “teacher, my mother said, you can’t ask for other people’s money and things at will.”
“Oh, you take the teacher for someone else.”
Mr. Dumu stood up, grabbed the rest of the loose money to buy vegetables, and put it into my hand a lot: “later, the teacher gives you pocket money, you take it. What’s so sorry about? There are so many students in our class, why don’t the teacher give it to others, but give it to you. It’s not that you are different from them. You are a good boy. ”
Mr. Dumu gently stroked my shoulder, and a warm current immediately spread all over my body: “almost all the students in the class are wild children in the nearby slums. Since childhood, they are lack of tutors. They are like living donkeys. But I’ve been unlucky for eight years. You should remember the teacher’s words, don’t be like them.”
What made me extremely moved was that Dumu teacher suddenly took out a new pair of sneakers: “come here, try this pair of shoes, see if it fits.”
With that, Mr. Dumu threw the shoes at my feet.
I can’t believe my ears and eyes. Is it possible for Mr. Dumu to buy me new shoes?
I was staring at Mr. Dumu.
“What are you looking at? Change it quickly. Look at you. The shoes on your feet are almost falling off. Your mother doesn’t care about you with a big mouth open. Your mother just knows how to do the revolution, be active and join the party
I took off my old rubber shoes and picked up a new one. I was about to put a new one on my feet: “Oh, this pair of smelly socks. Please take them off and throw them outside.”
Embarrassed, I took off the dirty and worn-out socks and walked out barefoot. I threw the old socks into the garbage basket in the corridor. When I came back into the room, Mr. Dumu had already carried a basin of hot foot washing water: “sit on that chair, wash your feet and wear new shoes, otherwise, the new shoes will become dirty!”
I blushed with shame, and I dared not lift my head to wipe the dirt from my feet.
“Pa” Mr. Dumu threw a soap box to the edge of the basin: “don’t just rub it like this. Add some soap to get rid of the bad smell.”
When I picked up the soap, Mr. Dumu squatted down, pulled my panties and frowned: “my God, how long has your mother not washed your clothes for you?”
I was even more embarrassed: “after the beginning of the movement, my mother was very busy. I couldn’t see her several times all day, sometimes, for a few days!”
Mr. Dumu shook his head and said nothing more!
When I finished washing my feet, Dumu teacher found a pair of red socks: “you wear my socks first. In a few days, the teacher will buy you a new pair!”
At night, I tossed and turned in my bed, holding the red socks of Mr. Dumu in my hand. I couldn’t bear to wear them. I took them off quietly and put them under my nose to smell greedily. I tried to smell the special smell of teacher Dumu from these socks again.
It’s a kind of smell that can make me extremely excited and produce wonderful pleasure. Looking at Mr. Dumu’s red socks, I unconsciously think of her fat feet and the slender black hair on her toes.
Ah, Mr. Dumu, my second mother, when can I plunge into your broad and soft bosom, like when I’m with my mother, enjoy enjoying and playing with your pair of plump crispy milk
The next evening, Mr. Dumu bought me a pair of new socks. At the same time, she took out my shirt and panties from the package: “little guy, lock the door, and quickly change your dirty skin to the teacher!”
I looked at Mr. Dumu. She didn’t mean to go out. I hesitated.
“What do you think?”
Dumu teacher urged: “change quickly!”
Looking at Mr. Dumu in front of me, I was still hesitant. I was really embarrassed to slip away in front of Mr. Dumu. Mr. Dumu seemed to see my embarrassment: “Oh, I’m afraid I’ll see, isn’t it?”
I shook my head.
“I’m not afraid. Take off quickly.”
After that, Mr. Dumu automatically untied my trouser belt. I struggled instinctively. Mr. Dumu said to me with a smile: “what are you afraid of, little guy? You know how shy you are. If you know that you are shy, don’t peep at the blind bath!”
Ho ho, when I heard the sarcasm of Dumu teacher, I blushed with shame and bowed my head with great difficulty. Mr. Dumu untied my belt without saying: “little guy, in front of the teacher, what are you shy about? Let me tell you, the teacher is older than your mother!”
“Yes,” I asked, “but, teacher, why is your child so young?”
Mr. Dumu seriously replied: “little guy, you don’t understand. There are few fresh people, so it’s hard to find a mate. If your mother didn’t introduce an officer to me, the teacher would probably still be alone now! Not to mention children
While chatting with me, Mr. Dumu took off all my clothes, and I immediately stood naked in front of him.
Mr. Dumu gave a kind smile and immediately brought a basin of hot water: “it’s so dirty. Come on, take a bath and wear new clothes!”
I stepped into the basin and was about to grab the white towel next to the basin, but was snatched away by Mr. Dumu: “forget it, I don’t know you. Since I was a child, my mother washed and bathed you! Even wiping your ass is your mother’s business, right? Come on, the teacher will wash you! ”
As soon as I heard that the respected Mr. Dumu was going to take over my mother’s job and give me a bath, I felt embarrassed and flattered.
Mr. Dumu began to gently rub my body. I stood still and did not dare to move. As he rubbed, he carefully examined my naked body and praised from time to time: “Hey, little guy, I’m really good-looking, delicate, smooth and white all over the body…”
I don’t know how to make my face so hot and hot.
All of a sudden, the teacher changed his tone and continued: “but, it’s too dirty. Look at this, it’s very dirty. It seems that I haven’t washed it for a year. I’m a very nice young man. It’s as dirty as a Barra dog…”
What surprised me even more happened. Mr. Dumu grabbed my chicken and carefully raised it.
Up to now, in addition to my mother, only Lin Hong and Li Xiang have carefully appreciated my chicken, and even Jinhua has not received this honor.
Today, Mr. Dumu seems to be very interested in my chicken. You see, Mr. Dumu is looking at it so seriously. It’s not exaggerating to use the idiom “never turning one’s eyes” to describe it.
I secretly squint at Mr. Dumu, and I find that Mr. Dumu, who holds my chicken, has a trace of mother’s inexplicable joy on her right face.
Then, just like my mother, she began to rub soap on my chicken, and the more I smeared it, the more and more. However, the other parts of my body were not smeared so seriously by Mr. Dumu.
After soaping, Mr. Dumu began to rub it constantly.
At the same time, an indescribable and extremely comfortable pleasure spread from the chicken to the whole body, producing a kind of illusion of ecstasy, and then I was disappointed to dissipate.
I lowered my head, staring at the chicken in the hand of Dumu teacher, and immediately found a strange phenomenon. The chicken, which was originally short and limp, was swelling unconsciously. The chicken head showed a funny face from the foreskin. Gradually, a feeling of wanting to urinate attacked my central nervous system, but I dare not say so.
Mr. Dumu grabbed the towel and wiped the soap on the chicken: “remember, little guy, your chicken should be cleaned regularly, especially inside the foreskin, and it should be thoroughly cleaned, otherwise, it is easy to get sick.”
I am still immersed in the endless fantasy of sex, and I try to search for the passing, extremely short-lived feeling of immortality.
Mr. Dumu’s words awakened me from my fantasy and immediately began to change into the clothes handed over by Mr. Dumu.
Then, with a sound, he got into the warm quilt.
This night, that wonderful pleasure made me lose my mind. I used both hands to imitate the action of teacher Dumu, and tried to rub chickens and chickens, trying to make that kind of pleasure reappear.
However, to my great disappointment, no matter how hard I try, the result is in vain.
My hands are rubbing acid, chicken also knead almost numb, but the pleasure of the passing away did not appear once.
I’m so tired that I don’t know when to sleep.
“Chi Chi Chi…”
In the dark, I heard a burst of Chi Chi Chi water sound, I quietly opened my eyes, by the Jiao Jie moonlight along the reputation, wow, is Du Mu teacher, she is naked, squatting on the toilet urinal, I am excited to shiver violently, a pair of small color eyes peep peep at.
I found that Mr. Dumu’s black hair was abnormal, and it was thick and long. When my mother took me to take a bath in the bath when I was a child, I had no less appreciation of the black hair of a woman. However, I have never seen a woman with thick and long black hair like Mr. Dumu so far.
Due to the fact that Mr. Dumu has a lot of black hair, his urine is covered up. There are only two large pieces of meat, which are indistinct under the moonlight, and the rest are invisible. They are all in a blur of pitch black.
This aroused my strong curiosity and inexplicable mystery.
After he urinated, Mr. Dumu came back to bed again, and soon there was a slight snuff. But I couldn’t sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, Dumu’s dim and dark urine would appear in my mind, and it would never go away.
Ah, Mr. Dumu’s urine is so strange that I yearn for it.
I thought about it, and the urination of Lin Hong and Li Xiang reappeared in front of me. I tried my best to make a comprehensive comparison between the urine of Du Mu teacher and that of Lin Hong and Li Xiang.
Compared with Du Mu teacher’s urine, Lin Hong’s and Li Xiang’s urine is so immature, completely immature, smooth and delicate, a hair has not yet grown, two white and tender thighs, everything will be at a glance, panoramic view, OK.
This is a world-wide difference from the urine of Mr. Dumu, which makes me very disappointed. I suddenly think of my aunt and my mother’s urine. Their urine is also very different from that of Mr. Dumu. Ah, I gradually like the urine of mature women, especially the urine of Mr. Dumu.
It was an unprecedented temptation, huge, full of mystery urine.
There is a dense, long, curly black hair, as if it is a vast expanse of grassland, I freely roam, in the deep forest there is a mysterious general hole, the hole shy closed, I drink: “sesame, open the door!”
With my cry, the hole suddenly opened for me. My eyes lit up and rushed into the pink and love filled hole. My fingers, trembling with excitement, slowly inserted into the hole, and then stirred quickly.
With the frequent agitation of fingers, the hole continues to expand and expand endlessly, and the love like a spring gushes out!
Ah, the love liquid moistened my fingers and palms. My fingers were more and more inserted, one, two, three. Finally, the whole fist was inserted into the hole Ah – how cool