Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 72:
“Son, don’t move. Come on, mom will blow your head well. You’ll be dressed up and ready to go on a blind date.”
Today is the rest day, my mother will take me to the Dumu teacher’s house for a blind date. Before leaving, my mother carried a hair dryer and fidgeted with my head melon. I was pressed on the chair by my mother without patience, frowned and muttered: “Oh, Mom – it’s so hot!”
My head was shaking uneasily and rubbing my mother’s breasts. My mother didn’t dodge at all. She let me do it wantonly and slapped it. Because my head was grinding too hard, my mother accidentally bumped the hair dryer in my mother’s hand onto the floor. My mother bent down to pick it up. However, she just pouted her buttocks and suddenly screamed bitterly “Ah – yo…”
Mother show eyebrows lock, white hand Duo Duo to press rub meat pier between the thighs, I asked faintly: “Mom – what’s the matter with you?”
“Hi,”
my mother picked up the hair dryer, pursed her mouth, and said with displeasure: “why, you said that it was you who did harm to you. You tried to poke my mother’s asshole. As a result, when she got up in the morning, she didn’t dare to exert herself. Just now, my mother bowed down. Oh, my God, I nearly fainted because of the pain, son Ah, it’s all you have done
Yesterday evening, I don’t know what happened. Maybe it was the first time I had anal intercourse with my mother. I was too excited. Maybe I was drinking too much. Anyway, no matter how crazy my chicken poked into my mother’s ass, but I didn’t have the desire to ejaculate. My chicken was hard to insert and poke, and repeatedly changed all kinds of postures and tricks, making my mother cry Can’t laugh, poke a cry, I still do not have the slightest desire to ejaculate.
I asked my mother to lie flat on the bed and poked my mother’s ass from behind. My two big hands were playing with my mother’s breasts. My mother’s buttocks had been poked by me, and the holes were opened with exaggerated exaggeration. The original dense pattern gradually slowed down. The delicate chrysanthemum hole was rubbed red and swollen by iron milling chickens, and finally, even spilled blood.
My mother beat the bed board with both hands desperately, her thighs twitched with pain, and my sharp nails scratched countless deep red marks on her white buttocks.
When I saw my mother poked in a mess and miserable asshole, I suddenly found my conscience and gently patted my mother’s trembling back. My mother turned over exhausted. I held the chicken full of blood, and thrust it into my mother’s dry hole with a snort and stirred it fiercely.
I don’t know how long it took to stir. When the strong alcohol began to dissipate from my confused mind, I finally had a strong desire to excrete. I seized the moment that came too late, bit my teeth, Chi — a pool of semen that had not been seen for a long time, splashed into my mother’s meat hole. My mother sighed as if she was carrying a heavy load. She grabbed a towel and was about to wipe it My mother poked the semen out of the hole with her fingers.
“It’s really painful.”
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my mother’s sigh interrupted my thinking. I said with a smile: “Hey, hey” @ @
then, I said disapprovingly, “it’s OK, mom, it will be OK in a few days, and it won’t hurt!”
“Son,”
my mother patted me on the top of my head: “never poke my mother’s ass again
“No, I can’t. I have to poke. It’s so comfortable to poke mom’s ass!”
“You son, you are comfortable, and my mother is going to die of pain.”
the mother put down the hair dryer helplessly with her white face: “Oh, go, son, go on a blind date!”
“Hey, Mr. Dumu!”
As soon as I thought of blind date, I couldn’t help thinking of my beloved Dumu teacher, who gave me endless enjoyment of sex. I said with a smile: “ah, my dear Dumu teacher, students miss you so much!”
“Go”
my mother put up her toes and pinched the tip of my nose angrily: “son, I’m warning you again. When you get to Dumu’s house, you can ask me to behave yourself and not scowl with Dumu. Once you let Lao Pu see something, it will be a bad thing!”
I didn’t pay attention to my mother, but I was still infatuated with Miss Dumu. Thinking about it, my strong body couldn’t help chilling up, and I silently said in my heart: ah dear teacher Dumu, the students really miss you!
Mr. Dumu, have you ever known how much students miss you? They miss your lips, your pink neck, your armpits, your crispy milk, your navel eyes, your grass, your meatholes, your thick legs, your white feet, your armpits, your crispy milk, your navel eyes, your grass, your flesh holes, your thick legs, your white feet, your armpits, your crispy milk, your navel eyes, your grass, your meatholes, your thick legs, your white feet, your armpits, your crispy milk, your navel eyes, your grass, your meatholes, your thick Ah – Mr. Dumu, students want everything about you, everything, oh, of course, and your little asshole.
Thinking of the unforgettable scene of my mother’s butt yesterday, I think of the scene of making love with Dumu teacher.
Savoring it carefully, I obviously feel that Mr. Dumu’s asshole is more wonderful than Mom’s!
Since I stepped into the school gate of middle school, and unexpectedly met my third uncle to escape disaster, I threw myself into the warm, broad and soft bosom of the new three aunts, forgetting myself and having fun.
When the third uncle was very embarrassed and was escorted home by the police in handcuffs, I would never release my endless energy and then pour it into my aunt’s girl’s body all day long. As a result, I was caught by my mother on the spot. Then, I was sent to the barracks. In a flash, I was muddled along for several years.
In these absurd years, I always like the new and hate the old, and I have long forgotten Mr. Dumu.
Today, I will see Mr. Dumu, who has been separated for a long time, and I will recall my sexual life with him in the past: ah, my dear Mr. Dumu, I haven’t seen you for several years. How are you now?
Do you have sex?
“OK, mom, let’s go.”
I pushed the door open very happily. My purpose was not to have a relationship at all, but to take this opportunity to meet with Mr. Dumu, who had been separated for many years, to see her again. If possible, I would like to renew my old friendship.
My mother followed me. With a click, she locked the door and stepped down the stairs with joy. As soon as the shiny leather shoes had just fallen off, she could not help but clench her lips and scream in pain. Her little hand quickly rubbed her thighs: “Oh, how painful!”
“Oh –”
I stopped and pretended to help my mother massage my butt.
My mother stopped moaning and pushed away my hand: “son, don’t make trouble. Let others see what to do. Son, you must remember mother’s words. Lanhua is the only daughter of your uncle park. After you marry Lanhua, you will have everything. Work, house and money will be all right. Son, you don’t know, your uncle Pu’s house It’s a big house, and it’s the latest one. My son, after you married blue flower, that big house will be yours!
Hey, son, you must remember what your mother said, and you must coax your uncle Pu well. In this way, it is only good for you, but no harm. Son, you must change your donkey temper. In front of your uncle Park, don’t be afraid of being low spirited. People are now great. They have power and money. Let’s not be humble, OK “Along the way, my mother always let me chatter restlessly. My mouth was dry and my voice was hoarse. In front of a newly completed high-grade residential building, my mother finally closed her small mouth like a machine gun:” son, here we are “Ding bell, Ding bell, Ding bell, Ding bell, my mother rang the doorbell with great pride, while I stood stupidly behind my mother. My thoughts suddenly became confused, and my lust for lust thumped wildly at a loss.
Creak — ah, the door opened gently, and I glanced quietly from the back of my mother’s head. Ah, my beloved teacher Dumu, dressed in a light pink Pajama, appeared in front of me with a smiling face. I was so excited that I couldn’t help myself. My hot eyes were instinctively focused with the soft eyes of Mr. Dumu, and I would never move away.
After several years’ absence, Mr. Dumu’s fine face is still as dignified as that; her bright eyes are still so aggressive; her plump body is still full of charming vitality; her two giant breasts that I have sucked for countless times are still standing with pride, and the lofty breast peak can’t help but fascinate me again.
Looking at my lustrous and lustrous eyes, Mr. Dumu’s high nose twisted with coquettishness. His cheek, which had just been smeared with thick balm, showed an extremely complex expression, but it soon recovered to a state of indifference.
Mature women are like this, no matter how excited, to the critical moment, but can successfully, firmly lock the unprecedented intense, emotional gate.
“Oh, Miss X, oh, Xiaoli, come into the room quickly.”
teacher Dumu avoided my long-standing gaze, piled a very unnatural smile, and let my mother and I into her mansion.
My mother nodded to Mr. Dumu politely. At the moment when she stepped into the door, my mother deliberately turned her face and warned me silently with her habitual, cold and abnormal eyes: remember, don’t mess around!
When my mother turned around and walked into the door, I deliberately kept a certain distance from my mother. My body burning in lust scratched the thin pajamas of Mr. Dumu. At the same time, I gasped deeply and smelled the familiar body fragrance of Mr. Dumu, mixed with light underarm Sao greedily.
My mother ran straight to the living room without looking back. The teacher behind me stretched out her fat white hand and patted me on the back quietly: “small bad egg” @ @
“hee hee”
I took advantage of my mother’s inattention. I pinched and twisted my hands in the crotch of Dumu teacher through the fragrant pajamas, which made my fingers feel suddenly A lovely warm and soft, Dumu teacher alert to dodge the body, give me a mysterious smile, and then, in a hurry to slip away.
“Oh, ah, Teacher X, old classmates, glory hiss, glory hiss!”
I looked at Mr. Dumu’s plump back, and was thinking aimlessly. All of a sudden, from the broad living room, there was a roar like a broken Gong.
I followed the reputation, in the living room by the bright French windows, in a row of high-end sofas, a big head of a young man to his mother, he is medium-sized, dark rough skin wrapped in a pile of bloated fat, black iron pot like face is like being attacked by a clay gun, covered with countless pockmarks and depressions, in the sun’s reflection, presented The disgusting shadows reminded me of the surface of the moon.
“Ah – distinguished guest, distinguished guest!”
Young man bear’s paw like fat hand tightly wrapped his mother’s delicate white hand, looking at the root of the long black hair fingers, greedily grasping his mother’s fine white hand, let me be jealous, even more hate him.
His pockmarked face fixed on his mother, a pair of malicious eyes, staring at his mother’s beautiful cheek, dirty mouth with greedy saliva.
Looking at his strange, unparalleled big head, I suddenly thought of my mother’s words: Huo Huo, this guy’s big head is really like what his mother described. It’s really like a big sauce block hanging under the eaves of my grandmother’s house.
“Laopu,”
@ P > my mother tried to pull out the black bear’s paw with white hands. She pointed to me and said, “laopu, this is my son, Xiaoli!”
“Oh –”
the big sauce block had to release her mother’s tender hand and turned the concave and uneven moon face to me. I almost didn’t vomit on the spot: “Hey, boy,”
I was in a daze, and the black bear’s paw of the big sauce block had grabbed my hand: “Hey, boy, you are really good, hero of desertion, glory hiss!”
My hand trembled in the black bear’s paw, and when I heard the sarcastic words of the big sauce piece, I bowed my head in shame, to the extreme of his disgust.
“Son,”
my mother came to me and said, “son, he is my mother’s old classmate, your uncle Pu! Son, call your uncle, come on
“Uncle — uncle,”
under the urging of my mother, I lowered my head and mumbled reluctantly: “uncle uncle,”
“ha ha,”
when I called him uncle, the big sauce piece waved his hand with great satisfaction: “boy, please sit down!”
“Xiaoli,”
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Miss teacher Dumu for a long time made me excitedly appear in the living room again. She took a young girl and walked over with a smile: “Xiaoli, do you still know her?”
“Yes, blue flower,”
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I got up in a hurry and held out my hand to the girl. The girl in the flower season gave me a charming smile: “hum, I know you, Xiaoli!”
Blue flower’s expression is extremely cunning to smile at me, slender little hand very hastily hook my finger, in the past that naive, often at a loss to see me and Dumu teacher indulge in making love with the small blue flower, now, has emerged into a bright flower bud.
She was wearing a very short floral vest with charming navel eyes on her upper body, tight shorts wrapped around her waist, and a pair of plump small buttock petals in the bright sunlight, which radiated the sexy soft light. Her two greasy white legs were extremely persistent in imitating the flattering attitude of film and television stars, and they were close together, and their beautiful arms pretended to be delicate Hold it in front of the crispy breast.
“Xiao Li, I knew for a long time that you are my mother’s favorite student!”
Blue flower continued to smile at me with a strange look on her face. It seemed that I had some shady handle and firmly grasped it in her small hand: “Hello, Xiaoli!”
Although I was many years old, Lanhua refused to call me brother, and in the future, she would always call me “Xiaoli!”