Chapter 5

After gently putting down my mother’s waist, I gasped heavily. Although my mother was not heavy, I had to hold her with a constant force and take off her pants slowly without disturbing her. The energy consumed was the same as doing 100 push-ups.

After panting for a few times, I began to appreciate my mother’s figure. The milky white bra was arched high, which was really conservative. I don’t know where my mother got the bra that covered her entire chest tightly, and even the edges and corners could not be seen.

The slender waist that could be grasped was actually a little like a vest line. The lower body was wearing a small milky-colored panties that matched the bra. There was no style at all, just a triangular piece of cloth. However, it was this small piece of cloth that attracted all my attention, and I didn’t even have time to care about her plump and round thighs.

The bottom of the ordinary cloth was slightly pushed out in the shape of a camel toe. My breathing became rapid. I stretched out my left hand tremblingly, pressed on the edge of the panties, took a deep breath, and gently pushed it aside. The white and tender mons pubis was high, and there was no pubic hair around it. The pink labia shyly hid in the valley and closed tightly.

My mother actually had a honey hole without pubic hair. I was as excited as if I had won a 5 million lottery.

My hands were shaking like Parkinson’s disease. My penis was so hard that it pushed a gap in my pants waist. It was so hard that I could only unzip my pants and take it out to let it air out. My hands began to masturbate involuntarily. After working overtime for more than 5 hours yesterday, the sensitivity of my penis was greatly reduced. The slight pain and pleasure mixed into a wonderful experience that rushed straight into my mind.

I took a few deep breaths, lowered my head and leaned over my mother’s bra to take a few sips of the milk fragrance. I calmed down a little, raised my eyes to confirm her deep sleep, and I started to move towards my mother’s tender vagina.

My mother’s legs were only slightly apart, and my unicorn arm was soothing my penis. I could only free up my free left hand, stretched out three fingers, and gently pressed them against the Simmons mattress between my mother’s legs to maintain the balance of my body leaning forward.

As the angle of my upper body got lower and lower, my mother’s vagina, which was as tender as a young tooth, gradually enlarged in my eyes. The towering mons pubis was so tender that it seemed to be able to squeeze out water. It was a pity that there was not even a trace of water on the labia now. It was hard to imagine how delicious my mother’s vagina would be when the stream of water was flowing.

My heart beat faster and faster, and I heard my thunderous heartbeat in my ears. The penis in my right hand was about to rub out sparks.

Closer

Closer and closer

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I leaned over the smooth canyon stiffly like a hydraulic machine.

Just when my lips were about to make close contact with the vagina, I suddenly felt an itch in my nose and sneezed uncontrollably.

Although the movement was not big, I was less than 2 fingers away from my mother’s towering mons pubis. It was not an exaggeration to say that I blew a breath into the hole.

Mom suddenly trembled, raised a hand and stretched it towards her lower body. I looked up suddenly and saw that my deep sleep point had dropped to one level. If Mom touched my naked labia, I would definitely wake up. Fortunately, I have always been quick-witted. Seeing Mom’s hand unconsciously reaching out, I supported myself on the bed with 3 fingers and pushed myself out of danger. When Mom’s hand just touched her lower body, I pulled the thin blanket next to me and gently covered Mom’s exposed lower body. Mom’s hand then scratched the inside of her thigh, and then her hand rested on her lower abdomen, and her breathing gradually calmed down. I let out a long breath and looked at the penis that had shrunk into a ball. After a long time, my mother’s deep sleep level returned to two bars. There were only 5 minutes left in the countdown. I had to make a decision immediately or give up. I didn’t know when I would have the chance to get close to her labia. I made a quick decision, gently moved my mother’s hand, lifted the thin blanket, and the smooth and tender vagina appeared in front of me again. The penis with shrunken balls was showing off its power again. I no longer hesitated and repeated the unfinished business. Fortunately, there was no trouble this time. My lips finally imprinted with my mother’s upright labia. Instantly, my mind went blank. The touch from my mouth was softer than cotton candy. A faint fishy smell rushed to my head. For a moment, I forgot to stick out my tongue to measure the topography of the honey hole, and forgot to play with the clitoris. At this moment, I just wanted to hold the honey hole in my mouth forever. However, I felt an uncontrollable pleasure from my right hand that was flying up and down. Thick semen roared out and shot on my mother’s bed.

I fell directly into hell on the top of the cloud. Cold sweat soaked my whole body. I actually shot on my mother’s bed. There were less than 2 minutes left before my mother woke up. Even if I could deal with the traces of semen, I couldn’t get rid of the unique strong smell of semen for a while.

Taste? I didn’t seem to smell a familiar smell. I quickly stood up to check the situation. I saw a large area of ​​my semen wetted the side of my mother’s bed. Although there was some milky white viscous liquid on it, it was ten times thinner than the shells I fired before, as if it had been left for an hour. Moreover, I didn’t smell any smell even when I got close to it. It was no different from water.

I guess it has something to do with the “essence” extracted by the system. Now is not the time to ask a hundred thousand questions. The countdown has reached the last minute. The three grids of deep sleep are slowly flashing, and everything indicates that my mother is about to wake up.