A filial son helps his mother give birth to a grandson (Introduction ~ 10)

This article was last edited by ptc077 on 2019-06-25 08:44.
Introduction:

Intelligence quotient (IQ) is an index that compares
an individual's intelligence test score with the scores of subjects of the same age. It is a standard for measuring an individual's intelligence level.
The concept of
psychologistIQ Binet Alfred (1857-1911) and his
students developed the world's first intelligence scale, which set the average IQ of ordinary people
at 100. In 1916, Professor Terman introduced this scale to the United States and revised it into the Stanford-Binet
Intelligence Scale, using the ratio of mental age to chronological age as an index to assess children's intelligence level. This ratio is
called IQ, expressed by the formula: Iq = ma (mental age) / ca (chronological age) × 100.
This type of IQ is called ratio IQ.

Psychology uses "Intelligence Quotient (IQ)" to represent a person's intelligence level. The usual calculation for IQ
is "mental age ÷ chronological age × 100". After research, intelligence level can be divided into 7 levels:

1. 1. An IQ score greater than 140 indicates "superior intelligence (genius)".

2. Between 120 and 140 indicates "excellent intelligence".

3. Between 110 and 120 indicates "excellent intelligence".

4. Between 90 and 110 indicates "average intelligence" (most people)

. 5. Between 80 and 90 indicates "low

intelligence". 6. Between 70 and 80 indicates "some intellectual disability".

7. Finally, less than 70 indicates "mentally challenged".

My IQ is 160, and my mother's IQ is 118. If we take our chronological ages as the average
, then I'm essentially going to have sex with a woman who is at least ten years younger than me in terms of mental age.

"Generally speaking, a child's height is 70% inherited from their parents and 30% influenced by environmental factors.
The influence of parental genes on a child's height is roughly equal, each accounting for 35%. Personality is also
partly inherited from parents, but the father's personality is more likely to be passed on to the child. Every parent hopes their
child is intelligent and resourceful, and that they will inherit all the parents' strengths while eliminating their weaknesses. However, when it comes to
intelligence, the father passes on very little to the child; a child's intelligence is mostly influenced by the mother, and
boys' intelligence is more significantly affected by their mothers.

Therefore, if the mother has a high IQ, the likelihood of her child having a high IQ
is extremely high; but if the mother's IQ is relatively low, then both parents will need to
put in more effort in the child's future education. If the innate intelligence isn't good, then hard work and diligence are needed to compensate."

As I read this, thinking that my extraordinary intelligence might not be well inherited by my offspring,
my libido suddenly felt halved.

"Stop reading this lousy book, can't you concentrate?"

Mom snatched the book, "100 Things You Must Know to Be a Good Parent," from my hands
and tossed it carelessly onto the wooden floor. Normally, she would have
neatly on the bedside table, but it seems she's already "driven by lust."

Thirty is like a wolf. She climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist.

Forty is like a tiger. She unbuckled my belt and yanked down my underwear.

Fifty can suck up the dust. While rubbing my penis with her labia, she slowly unhooked her
bra The moment it came off, as one strap slid down, a large breast jumped
out like a rabbit, several bluish veins peeking through her delicate white skin.

"Holy shit!"

Seeing this, my heart started racing, my corpora cavernosa quickly filled with blood, and my penis thickened and
hardened, becoming erect. In just a few seconds, my penis transformed from "SpongeBob SquarePants" into "Optimus Prime."

The corpus cavernosum is the hardest smooth muscle and connective tissue in the human body. And my steel blade wanted to pierce through everything in front of me!

I flipped my mom onto the bed, and before she could even finish her cry of "Ouch," I had already thrust my penis into her
hole, like inserting it into a warm, wet wall of flesh. Everything around me began to envelop and squeeze the penis that had sprung out of my body
. To resist this pressure, my waist began to move mechanically as a reflex.

"Ouch, you little bastard! What's your hurry? It hurts so much!"

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, you bastard!"

My mom was in so much pain that tears were streaming down her face as she cursed and wildly slapped my back and buttocks.

"Fuck your mother! I'll fucking fuck you to death!"

Her fierce resistance only fueled my desire. I grabbed both her hands, then gripped her wrists with
my right hand frantically trying to pull out my soft rope belt with my other. My mother's skin
was still quite well-maintained, smooth and delicate, and with the slight weight gain typical of middle-aged women, her arms were somewhat thick.
I almost lost my grip on her wrists and she managed to break free!

I quickly used my left hand, which was holding the belt, to control my mother's wrists with my right hand, then used my right thumb
to press down on one side of the soft rope, quickly tying a "cross-shaped plum blossom knot" using the slight gap between her crossed wrists . These were some rope-tying techniques I learned from
a shibari master during a trip to Japan a couple of years ago . 　　"You little slut, you fucking slut, move again!" 　　The distraction had made my penis start to soften, so I quickly thrust into my mother's ass twice, tightening the knot to ensure she couldn't escape. 　　"Where did you learn all this nonsense, you little bastard? You'll only bully your mother after you learn it!" 　　Mom struggled a couple of times, but when she realized she couldn't break free, she gave up. 　　"Oh my, my dear mother, I'm not bullying you at all, I'm doing this to love you even more. I'm doing this for love! Love! Love! Love! Love you!" 　　I shouted as I increased the frequency of my thrusts into Mom's cunt, my lower abdomen slamming into her buttocks . Finally, I shoved her directly onto the sheets. Mom's arms, which were supporting her forearm, suddenly slid forward, and her head almost hit the bedside table.

My penis, caught off guard, slid out of her vagina with a sudden, sharp movement, like a cork
being pulled from a bottle with a "pop." My cock, glistening with her vaginal fluids
, shimmered in the sunlight filtering through the curtains. A drop of liquid fell onto the sheet; I couldn't tell if it was Mom's or mine.

Mom was panting heavily from the intense fucking. She pulled her left leg back, trying to arch her back, when my
hands grabbed her hair tightly. The sudden movement startled her, causing her to scream, "Ah!" Her
head back,

mouth agape. Before the scream subsided, I shoved a pair of flesh-colored stockings into her mouth. I covered her mouth with one hand and gently pressed down on her thick waist with the other, her buttocks arching as my penis thrust in
again .

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

Mom's throat emitted whimpering sounds, but they trembled into a trembling, high-frequency thrusting
.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ah, ah, ah, ugh, ouch, ouch, ouch..."

I groaned as I mechanically thrust in and out, but the climax was slow to come. I was getting bored and
needed some stimulation.

"Smack!"

I slapped my mom's butt hard.

Caught off guard, she was stunned and took several seconds to recover
, wincing in pain.

"Don't run away, Teacher Zhang! Don't you love punishing students? Don't you like hitting kids? Don't you love
slapping your son's face?"

I remembered being slapped by my mom when I was a child, and I was instantly enraged! Damn it! I was just a kid
back then ! How could you hit me so hard!

"Fuck your mother! You used to beat me all the time when I was little, today I'm getting my revenge! You shameless
slut! You whore! You trashy mother! You stinking cunt mom!"

I stretched out my arms and began to frantically slap my mother's ass like a torrential downpour, pausing to fuck
her hard, then continuing to slap when I got tired.

At first, my mother tried to escape the pain, but each time she was pulled
back by my legs. After several repetitions, her body, lacking exercise, gradually gave way, and she
could only lie motionless with her swollen, red ass, completely at my mercy.

After venting my anger, my excitement began to dissipate with the heat, and my mind gradually calmed down.
I sweated more and more, my hip movements slowed, and finally, my entire body pressed down on my mother's
, and we lay face down on the bed.

I pressed my cheek, panting, against my mother's sweaty back, my penis still inside her vagina,
quietly enjoying the feeling of being enveloped by her flesh.

We were still connected.

My mother used her fingers to pull the stockings out of her mouth, like pulling noodles, and then coughed involuntarily because her throat
was itchy . I trembled against her back along with her chest.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

I looked up and turned to kiss her back lightly.

"It's okay."

My mother cleared her slightly hoarse throat, tossing the drool-covered stockings onto the bedside table, a strand of
saliva clinging to her fingers.

We were both silent for a long time, the only sound in the quiet room being our intertwined breaths.

"I'm sorry, son."

My mother wiped her eyes. My penis suddenly twitched inside my mother's vagina, followed by a " plop" sound

from the crevice of her vulva . 　　"Huh?" 　　Mom turned around in surprise, frowning slightly as she stared into my eyes and asked, 　　"What happened? Did you ejaculate?" 　　I nodded awkwardly and pulled my penis out. My penis trembled and shrank . 　　Mom's vagina also began to contract as my penis was pulled out, and a milky white liquid flowed out from the cleft , onto the sheets. 　　Mom turned around and sat up, looking down at her slightly swollen vulva, the curly, messy pubic hair sticking to the semen I had just ejaculated. 　　"What a waste, it's all your fault, you messed around like that!" 　　Mom complained as she wiped the semen around her vulva with toilet paper. I also felt that I hadn't penetrated very deeply, and probably not much semen had reached her uterus. 　　"What should we do, Mom?" 　　"What else can we do? We'll talk about it tonight." 　　Mom glanced at my now limp penis, sighed helplessly, bit off the rope on her wrist, got up, and left the bed. 　　I turned over and lay down on the bed. There were several damp patches on the sheets that were stuck to my back. I rested my head on the pillow and soon drifted off to sleep.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/28420.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=28420&aspx=1

Previous Page : Playing with my slutty aunt in stockings

Next Page : Family Relationships, Chapter 1 (Helping Auntie Move)