thinking, mom suddenly exclaimed, I quickly got up and asked her what was wrong.
"It just shook and spilled water on the bed."
There was a big water mark on the bed and I didn't want my mom to lie on it, "Mom, come over and sleep with me."
"This ......" mom blushed, to her she was not her own son after all, even though she treated me as her own son.
"It's okay, mom."
Mom ended up in my bed, and I lay with her, shivering as the smell of her shampoo ran into my nose.
Because she was worried that I would fall off, mom leaned towards me and whispered, "If you sleep with your arms around mom, you won't fall off."
So I slept with my right hand from the bottom and my left hand from the top, holding my mom in my arms.
They're not the only ones.
Mom is still wearing the underwear I sent her, I was not intentional, the left hand a pressure on the mother's plump breasts, but also did not hold back to rub a bit, mom instantly did not dare to move, I was also very embarrassed.
I'm not wearing any pants, but I've got a big bulge, and I'm sure my mom can feel it.
I was nervous and felt so excited that even my toes were stimulated to stretch a little.
Mom moved a little, her bottom sliding against my crotch, I couldn't help but mmmm with pleasure, by this time everyone was asleep and I wasn't worried about anyone hearing, especially my dad, whose snoring could carry for ten miles.
"Let's get some sleep." It was mom who broke the awkwardness.
I nodded quickly, worried that if I waited any longer I wouldn't be able to resist doing something.
I grew up especially worshipping my mom, thinking she was great, then I grew up not feeling anything for any woman, and every time I jerked off it was my mom's face that floated in front of my eyes.
I knew that I had fallen in love with my mom.
So we all closed our eyes, I have not dared to move, but holding my mother in my arms, my bottom has been bulging, tightly pressed in the middle of the mother's buttocks, I felt my mother's breathing increased at that time, as if it was also very nervous.
The train has a little bumpy, my little brother from time to time up and down, each time across the mother's buttocks between the bottom of a burst of stimulation from below so that I can not help the desire of the body. I can't help but use my hands to press my mom's biceps with the rhythm of my breathing, and I'm slowly increasing my strength, eager to get a response.
At that time, mom did not have any reaction
After half an hour, I thought mom fell asleep when mom's buttocks moved a little, so that my bottom just popped out and slid between her legs......
