I became a matchmaker for my mother and husband - (4)
The mother quickly noticed the change of atmosphere. She blushed and immediately bowed her head in embarrassment. Then she took a small step back and slid away the palm of her husband’s shoulder and turned to serve the meal.
The husband immediately woke up and said, “Oh, the old lady! Take your photo to my colleagues to see, said my sister is no one does not believe it! “
” nonsense! Well, if you don’t eat, the food will be cold. “
the husband’s sentence” advance as retreat “immediately resolves the embarrassment into the invisible. The two sat down to eat together. The husband still talked about his work and news while eating. They returned to normal again, as if the scene had never happened.
And those few seconds of ambiguous atmosphere, but let me in front of the screen is not taste. After all, when I’m not at home every day, does my husband and mother have such a “special” life? I continued to watch the video with uneasiness.
“Mom, why are you so busy recently? The husband suddenly asked about his mother’s work.
“Oh, a teacher in the dance department of our art school quit her job and went into business. My superior temporarily appointed me to replace her. Now it’s time to enroll students, so I have to go to the Cultural Bureau to do some administrative work. “
” going into business? Art school is not very stable, welfare is not bad, the teacher changed jobs? “
” she wants to set up a dance school and teach some ballroom dancing. Speaking of it, she is still a good friend of mine. She often makes fun of my two-point and one-line life and has no other entertainment after work. She has always asked me to go to her new school to learn to play, but she has been unable to find a dance partner. “
mom is good at traditional art dance, emphasizing flexibility, balance and artistic expression, which is different from the rhythm and cooperation of social interaction. The good friend she said should be Aunt Chen, a good friend of her mother, who often came to my home to play when she was a child.
“I have time to practice with you, if you don’t dislike my clumsiness. “
” how can it be? I am also a novice, we can go together to support the popularity. My good friend called me several times. I can’t refuse. When I finish the enrollment next week, I can choose a time. “My mother agreed happily.
“Hey, what a coincidence. I have more time next week, so I can get off work earlier, or I can go and have a look at it one afternoon. “
with that, the husband got up and took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, poured a small half cup for himself, and then took an empty glass. Seeing this, her mother blocked it with her hand and said, “Ah Wei, I can’t drink red wine. “
” Mom, red wine is a good thing. Its unique organic compounds, such as polyphenols, can help digest protein, reduce blood fat, inhibit bad cholesterol, and soften blood vessels, which is especially beneficial to the digestive system and heart. Can also beauty, anti-aging effect. If you drink often, you will stay young. “
P >” so good? I’ll try, just a little. “I don’t know if the last sentence moved her mother. She hesitated for a moment and didn’t insist.
“Don’t worry, this brand is comfortable to eat, it won’t be very sour. Drink a little, relax your nerves and help you sleep. The husband poured a quarter cup to his mother.
“Well It’s really good. “My mother took a sip, and it seemed that she would no longer resist. They continued to drink and eat.
“Ha ha, I seldom drink alcohol. I can’t drink too much. “In a short time, two pink clouds have been flying along the white tender neck on the mother’s face. I know that my mother is sensitive to alcohol, which is also known as easy to brain person, which is why she seldom drinks.
“Oh, red wine is not strong. Just drink it a few times. “
the husband obviously looked at his mother’s flushed face a few times. It seems that he also noticed his mother’s constitution, but I noticed that his eyes contained some unknown meaning.
“How is Wenwen? After some gossip, my mother suddenly talked about me.
“How are you She is very busy this month. She said that the company is making an important product, but it has come to an end. I have told her to rest as much as possible. “
” Oh That The traditional Chinese medicine prescribed to her to regulate her body. I boil two doses every week. I don’t know what the effect is? “Asked the mother hesitantly.
Looking at my mother’s silence, I knew that she was testing our husband and wife’s sexual life. Of course, my mother knows that the purpose of seeing the old Chinese medicine is to nourish yin and kidney, replenish qi and return to yuan. To put it bluntly, it allows me to secrete more liquid and make sexual life smoother. But I didn’t tell my husband directly. I just said that I would recuperate after the operation. I had no time to discuss the curative effect with my mother, so she had to beat her husband.
“Well, it’s hard to say the effect of traditional Chinese medicine. Last week, I accompanied her to the hospital for re examination. The attending doctor said that she was recovering well, but she should go to the hospital regularly. Don’t worry, mom. Unfortunately, the husband didn’t get the point.
“Oh “My mother knew that our sexual life was not harmonious, but she was too embarrassed to ask her son-in-law in person about husband and wife, so she had to give up. She always wanted me to have children earlier, saying that women are too old to have children.
Then there was no “special” content, so I had to fast forward the video.
Even at about eight o’clock, the two people watch TV together, but each side of the sofa, there is no particularly intimate behavior. Then the mother goes to take a bath, and the husband turns off the TV and goes back to the master bedroom. He usually takes a bath in the master’s bathroom at this time.
But I noticed one detail. After the bath, my mother took her clothes and froze in front of the washing machine. From an onlooker’s point of view, she hesitated. Then he took a deep breath with his chest up and shrugged his shoulders. Then he threw his underwear into the laundry basket, as if he were plucking up great courage.
I read it over and over again to confirm my impressions. Mother’s clothes have a little red show, should be that set of dark red with Black Lace Sexy Underwear no doubt! The unusual behavior shows that she seems to be struggling, but what? I caught a vague idea, but I couldn’t tell the details, so I had to look down.
Around ten o’clock, I returned home tired, and they came to the hall to see me one after another. Sleepy I eat something to wash and sleep, and then they also return to their own room, everything returned to calm.
I looked at the document record, and the last video with moving pictures was left on that day. If anything happened in the evening, the answer must be in this video. My heart suddenly quickened and my palms were sweating. I took a deep breath and opened this video.
It was 11:12 p.m. when the door of the master bedroom opened, a tall figure came out.
My husband slowly walked to the dining room and poured a glass of water to drink, but the direction of his eyes was obviously to observe the mother’s door. He put down his water glass and went back to the direction of the master bedroom. He passed through his mother’s room (which was closer to the dining room). He slowed down his pace obviously and inquired about the movement in the guest room, but he didn’t stay too long. I noticed that he was barefoot and not wearing slippers, which should be to keep quiet.
To the master bedroom door, but did not slow down the meaning of the steps, has been to the bathroom door in front of the washing machine, and then flip the laundry basket, pick up a thing. This scene shattered all the flukes in my heart.
My husband’s hands and fingers hook around the waistline of his underwear, showing his mother’s underwear completely in front of his eyes, like appreciating a work of art. I just need to watch his movements to imagine that he must have a crush on his face. Then he covered his face with his underwear like a towel and breathed deeply, as if he had stuck it to his mother-in-law’s valley.
As my husband leaned to the camera, I could see that his underwear was slowly bulging up a big tent. After a period of intoxication, the husband took out his mobile phone with his left hand, opened the screen, and stood on the cover of the washing machine. Then he quickly took off his short pants. The long and thick penis, which lifted the shackles of the shorts, jumped up and down like a spring for several times, and finally stood tall.
Then he actually hung his mother’s underwear on his penis, especially wrapped the glans with a piece of cloth under the shade, and then pulled the nylon around the waist of his trousers to increase the pressure on the glans, close his eyes and slowly enjoy the stimulation. That kind of consciousness obviously imagines underwear as mother-in-law’s size labia, rubbing in the vaginal orifice.
After a few minutes, the husband picked up another thing from the laundry basket. It was mother’s bra. He allowed his underwear to hang on the firm penis, holding the two peaks of the bra in his hands, as if imagining in his mind that his mother-in-law’s heavy breasts were in his hands. Unfortunately, his mother’s bra was not padded, which must be too far from the reality. Do for a while, it seems that I don’t like it. I bend down and bury my face in the bra, breathing the residual frankincense.
After that, he turned on his cell phone and watched the screen intently as he rolled his underwear around his penis. I can’t see what he’s doing on his cell phone, but it’s definitely not a good thing.
As far as I know, he has never been in the habit of collecting pornographic films like some otaku men, and he doesn’t pay much attention to such illusory and obscene contents. Has the backlog of sexual desire changed his values?
I watched my husband masturbate on the screen for more than ten minutes. My husband fixed his eyes on his mobile phone, revealing appreciation, wonder and infatuation in his complicated eyes, until his breathing voice became more and more directed, his shaking body and manipulative arms were faster and faster, and his eyes were full of biting lust and naked possessiveness. I knew he had reached the critical point. Then there was a suppressed growl in the throat, the heel off the ground, the strong gluteus muscles tightened, and the waist jerked forward uncontrollably. One, two, three
I don’t know why I actually focus on counting the number of times my husband straightened his waist. There were nine times, from fast to slow, from violent to calm. My shaking body maintained for 20 seconds, showing the intensity of the climax.
He looked up and closed his eyes and stood motionless for two minutes before putting his underwear back in the laundry basket. Before leaving, I still don’t forget to take a few deep breaths on the chest. It’s an addicted drug addict in the movie.
In front of the screen, I leaned weakly on the office chair. Any woman who sees her husband masturbating with her mother-in-law’s underwear will have the same reaction. I looked at the empty hall in the picture, and didn’t know what to do next.
The screen continued, and I glanced at the progress bar and found that it was not over. At this time, the husband has returned to the room, and naturally there is no movement in the hall. Normally, the system will automatically judge the end of the “event” and enter the “no event” static screen. However
I immediately sat up straight, nervously staring at the screen.