stockings mom

Author: qsxftgbjik
Word count: 14458
Speaking of my mother, she is really the best among women of the same age. My mother’s appearance and figure are the same as those of a girl, of course, with a touch of charm and charm, but her character and heart are completely mature women, who will care and love others, usually dignified and beautiful, gentle and virtuous.
After another day of sluggish study, I quickly rushed home on my bicycle, not only because I had a beautiful mother at home, but more importantly, now I can ignore everything else except being with my mother. I can enjoy the pleasure of sex with my mother, and enjoy the comfortable feeling of being with my mother. I found that I have begun to really fall in love with my mother. I must seize every moment with my mother. I know that as time goes by and age changes, the time I spend with my mother will be less and less. Now we are in a two-person world, and no one can stop us. There is always a voice in my heart calling, “Xiao Yang, my mother is everything to you now”. With the voice in my heart, I have already rushed to open the door of the house.
The third year of senior high school has a heavy study schedule, and I have to make up classes until 5 o’clock every day. My mother leaves work at 5 o’clock just at this time. I can see my mother when I go home. In fact, I often see my mother when I come back from class. It is because my mother leaves early. Who told me that my beautiful mother is smart and capable. She can leave work early when she finishes her work.
There is no familiar and beautiful figure of my mother in the living room, only the sound of washing vegetables coming from the kitchen, well, at this time, my mother should start to start dinner, and this time is often the best time for me and my mother to put on a good show. The energy of the two people who have been fighting for a whole day can be vented and released at this time. Of course, it does not succeed every time. Although my mother likes this kind of sexual pleasure, she occasionally holds back and avoids my harassment, and this small adjustment further enhances our relationship feelings and lust.
As soon as the door was knocked, a mildly expectant voice came from the kitchen, “Xiao Yang is back.”
“Well, Mom.” I followed the source of the voice to the door of the kitchen, and the scene that appeared was enough to make people dizzy.
I immediately scanned the beautiful scenery with the fastest gaze of a man. The elegant mother was wearing an apron and her back was facing me. Her chestnut hair like a waterfall hung down to her back, and the tips of her hair were slightly raised outwards.I was wearing a silk shirt. From my mother’s back, there seemed to be some raised traces of a female bra, which made me swallow. It can be seen that the suit and shirt are both thin and quite tight. The waist effect makes the waist under the hem of the lotus leaf dress more slender, and the figure that is getting smaller and smaller from top to bottom begins to grow like a devil under the waist. .
As the mother’s straight beautiful legs moved unconsciously, the buttocks also occasionally twisted. From the middle of the thick, slender thighs to the mother’s small ankles, they were wrapped in thin black stockings, which were also soft and shiny, like a layer of hazy black fog, and looked very sexy. The pair of patent leather pumps made mother look taller, her legs were more slender, and her buttocks were more round and straight. Seeing this, the beautiful round buttocks twisted twice again, already You don’t need to pay too much attention to how beautiful the frontal portrait is, I believe even a man can’t control it.
right! In fact, I couldn’t stand it for a long time. I held my breath, rushed over from behind and hugged my mother’s round buttocks, and kneaded them vigorously. The silk skirt felt quite smooth and felt very good. When I was suddenly attacked, my mother also exclaimed, and then she returned to normal and continued to wash the dishes in her hands pretending to be calm. her.
I just like my mother’s uncontrollable reaction. Seeing that my mother can’t concentrate on washing the vegetables, I am getting more and more excited. The weapon below has already set up a tent, and it hurts a little. I let go of my mother’s buttocks, and stuck my whole body on them. My left hand reached out to my favorite thighs in stockings and crazily stroked them. My right hand turned to hug my mother from under the armpit. I grasped and caressed a pair of plump breasts with my palms through the apron. The giant clinging to my mother’s buttocks also began to grind up and down.