(Non-original) The Sleepwalking Mother (Chapters 1-8, Complete) Part 6

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The ring moved lightly with the finger.
Chapter Six
The sea is endless, but it needs a stabilizing needle.
"Mom, what are you thinking about?" I asked, leaning closer to her.
Mom flinched, startled, turned around, and playfully punched me, saying coquettishly:
"You brat, do you want to give your mom a heart attack?"
My mother's face was flushed, unlike the vibrant red she had yesterday after hiking.
Plump and ripe, luscious and alluring, beyond the power of ordinary words to describe, I can only describe her as a celestial goddess from the Jade Pool.
Jade is used as a metaphor for her current beauty and demeanor.
Because of the results of my visit home last night? Thinking about it, it makes sense; my dad wasn't home, and I was just feeling lonely.
Nourished by love, my mother, like a beautiful flower, is covered in dew, glistening and translucent, revealing the most beautiful cells of her being.
It's activated.
I shivered, my penis felt hot and throbbing with blood, and my mother's smile was radiant, like a goddess electrified.
Using beauty as a weapon, she stirred up my fighting spirit. She pursed her lips and asked me:
"Son, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything? Haven't you seen an old woman before?"
Her expression was calm and composed, as gentle and serene as Qinghai Lake. It seemed Mom hadn't noticed anything.
Relieved, I replied to her:
"Mom, why didn't you wake me up today? Did you make breakfast?"
When Mom noticed me glancing furtively at her chest as I spoke, she quickly pulled her nightgown tighter. I snapped back to reality and looked at her.
My mother avoided my gaze and said:
"When I woke up this morning, the air felt so fresh, so I went out onto the balcony. I don't know if it's because of the medicine I recently bought, but I feel better."
It was the same thing as hiking the other day; I felt great and healthy. Time to get some exercise and breathe, son… there are some things I need to say…
"Never mind, I'll talk about it another day. I need to go cook for my darling first, hehe."
She turned and walked past me to the kitchen, pinching me as she did so. I quickly retaliated, but it hurt so much!
I leaped off a cliff like a tiger, and in one bound, I embraced my mother, whose fragrant body swelled and swelled with moisture.
She struggled wildly beneath his strong arms, the soft contact and the gentle brush of her undulating breasts making me hold her even tighter, it was so cheesy.
The sensation of my thick, hard penis against my mother's big, firm buttocks really made me want to fuck right there and now!
My vibrant, lifelike mother—I carefully examined the beautiful lines on her face. Having emerged from the dream, her eyes…
Like a circuit turned on, the bright light reflected the shimmering morning glow. Countless impressions my mother has given me over the past decade or so seem to linger every day.
A new view appears, and the big-eyed spirit can transform into a single, beautiful entity with a blink of an eye; its rosy lips purse slightly...
Laughter can also be divided into two beautiful mothers, and the reason I can't masturbate while holding only a picture of my mother is this.
Because a mother's beauty is multifaceted.
Mom squinted her big eyes, smiling sweetly as she waited for my next move. A thought flashed through my mind: "Wait..." (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly.)
The longer Dad is away, the gentler Mom becomes towards me, even with some of my outrageous behavior. Is there some connection between this?
"Is it related?" Mom gently tilted her head, exhaling a sweet breath as she asked with a smile.
"You little rascal, why are you standing there so blankly? Your mother's power is too great, isn't it? You don't dare to take revenge, do you? Hehe."
"I wouldn't dare. Do you still think I'm your little darling, someone who only wets the bed and is too cowardly to cry?"
I kept gripping my mother's ribs, which made her ignore my erection. Her smile bloomed like a flower.
The reserve that once graced her smile was replaced by a wanton, seductive laugh; her silken eyes sparkled with the brilliance of spring, and her delicate petals seemed to whisper softly.
Her most alluringly pouty lips clung to her sweet cheeks, and her milky, sweet breath wafted towards me. This was my first time...
It was the first time I had ever seen my mother's most beautiful smile, one that she had kept hidden all along.
On TV, lovers are laughing and joking; the woman seems to radiate an electric current, transforming love into laughter—a scene of unparalleled intimacy.
My mother's smile looks a bit like hers now.
When a man with high testosterone and healthy sexual function sees such a carefree and radiant smile...
I stared blankly as my large mouth closed onto her warm, moist lips, which were agape in a wide smile. Without a second thought, I felt her fragrant saliva seep into her mouth.
It filled my mouth; the sweetness of love made my heart stop, while my mother's heartbeat roared the loudest in the world.
At this moment, the world spins around us, and the blue sky and white clouds become our gentle breaths.
Just a moment later, Mom pushed me away, lowered her head and swallowed, tidied her messy hair, then raised her head with a rosy face.
It was all red, I thought I was doomed! My self-control is so poor. But then Mom pursed her lips and stared into my eyes.
She glanced at me, and seeing that I lowered my head in fear, she chuckled, pinched my cheeks, and playfully scolded me:
"You little rascal! You know fear, yet you still dare to kiss your mom? Mom's not going to eat you, what are you afraid of?"
"I already told you, Mom hates kissing. If you want to kiss, go kiss your girlfriend!"
I looked at my mother, wanting to tell her that she was the one I loved. Seeing that I didn't dare speak, my mother tapped my head.
I said angrily:
"Mom! Hitting someone on the head will make them stupid."
"You're such a fool!"
Mom chuckled and walked out of the room. She glanced back at me, still standing there dumbfounded, and called me a silly little thing before heading to the kitchen.
I'm going to cook.
During dinner, Mom asked Xiaolian why she wasn't sleeping with her anymore and that it was Mom instead. Xiaolian looked at Mom with a little fear.
Before I could answer, I quickly interrupted:
"Mom, Xiaolian was woken up by your snoring last night and went to sleep in my room, so I had to suffer and stay with you."
Let's sleep together.
After hearing this, Mom said, quite strangely:
"Do I snore? That's weird, why hasn't anyone told me? You're kidding me, you little rascal!"
"Auntie is right, Brother Anan is right."
After hearing this, Mom seemed to believe me a little and stopped asking questions. I was so happy that my cousin agreed with me, so I quickly put some food on her plate.
My sister smiled at me. Damn, this little girl is definitely going to be a beauty when she grows up, with such lively and alluring features, even better than her mother.
That alluring, seductive smile was like poison, burying itself deep within my heart. My penis nodded in agreement, that pink little flesh...
"Acupuncture point..." I was lost in thought when my mother patted my head and scolded me with a laugh.
Why are you looking at your cousin while you're eating?
Time flies. A week later, my senior year of high school began. After I started having sex, I began to pay attention to the opposite sex around me.
That girl was pretty, so I wondered how to insert something into her vagina properly. I read almost every issue of the underground magazines at the book stalls.
Buy them all.
My uncle didn't send my cousin much money, but my mother gave her quite a bit. However, I think my younger cousin is also very shrewd.
He spends money on lipsticks; he bought one a few days ago that cost almost 100 yuan. If his dad finds out, he'll definitely get a scolding.
One day, I got home early because the field was too wet to play soccer, so I went home first. My mom wasn't in the bathroom. Oh well, I always look forward to...
I hope she'll ever leave the shower door open.
I opened the door to my room, and there lay my little cousin on my bed, one hand tucked into her school uniform skirt, the other holding my book.
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(Non-original) The Sleepwalking Mother (Chapters 1-8, Complete) [Part 1]
(Non-original) The Sleepwalking Mother (Chapters 1-8, Complete) [Part Two]
(Non-original) The Sleepwalking Mother (Chapters 1-8, Complete) [Part 3]
(Non-original) The Sleepwalking Mother (Chapters 1-8, Complete) [Part 4]
(Non-original) The Sleepwalking Mother (Chapters 1-8, Complete) [Part 5]
(Non-original) The Sleepwalking Mother (Chapters 1-8, Complete) [Part 6]
(Non-original) The Sleepwalking Mother (Chapters 1-8, Complete) [Part 7]
(Non-original) The Sleepwalking Mother (Chapters 1-8, Complete) [Part 8]

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