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【Blossoms can be folded straight and must be folded】
Author: Bai Bai Ge Bai
Published in SIS001 on 2021-10-26
Chapter 1
Early in the morning, the hour hand points to six o'clock.
An Luochen had already packed up and was just waiting for Yan Luyao to come and go to school with her. A tall boy with a schoolbag on his back casually folded his arms and leaned against the entrance. Even if he was wearing a nondescript school uniform, he couldn't hide the fresh and handsome youth's vigor. sight.
"Xiaochen, have you packed up yet?" Meng Jinluo in the room swallowed the last mouthful of milk, wiped his mouth gracefully, and casually carried the document bag aside and walked to the entrance.
An Luochen raised her head and responded when she heard the voice, and looked at the woman in front of her - her own mother.
Today is still meticulous professional formal wear. The soft and comfortable suit outlines the sexy and plump body curve of a woman, and the deep black adds a bit of intellectual charm. The skirt is short and tight, showing the slender legs tightly wrapped in stockings. The black fabric is thin and transparent, and it stretches out silky and transparent at the rounded knees, and follows the slender and beautiful legs at the ankles. Outline a moving arc and wrap it to the foot, swaying a mature style when walking.
An Luochen watched her making the final preparations for going out, her eyes wandering around her unscrupulously.
"Today, I may come back later from overtime. There is milk and bread in the refrigerator. When I'm hungry, I'll make a belly with Yaoyao, and my mother will come back at night to cook for you." Meng Jinluo said while saying Holding An Luochen's arm, he bent over to put on his shoes, and kept reminding him. An Luochen put his left ear in and out of his right ear, thinking about the perfection of his mother's plump buttocks tightly wrapped by a short skirt, and the tightness of her chest and waist, which was exposed to him because her back collapsed. curve. If the bend is bigger, from An Luochen's angle, you can see the scenery at the bottom of the skirt through the skirt, and if you stand in front of the mother, you can see the turbulent breast waves through the neckline of the shirt. An Luochen's eyes darkened, his hand was only two or three inches away from the full buttocks, and he could cover it and knead it with a little lift. Thinking of this, his Adam's apple couldn't help sliding up and down, and Meng Jinluo had put on his shoes and stood up while his thoughts flowed.
"Xiaochen? Are you listening?" Meng Jinluo stood in front of him and waved his hand.
"I'm listening." An Luochen returned to his senses, watching the woman use her white and slender fingertips to casually lift her chestnut-colored wavy hair behind her ears, revealing a beautifully curved jawline. "Work hard, I'll wait for you to get off work."
Meng Jinluo then showed her face, smiled lightly, leaned over and hugged her son, the two were very close, the two balls on her chest were soft Squeezed in front of the boy's chest, the ends of his slightly curled hair rubbed against his cheeks, bringing a different kind of numbness. An Luochen took a deep breath, fortunately this hug was a touch away, otherwise he really couldn't guarantee what he would do.
"Okay, then mom is going out. When Yaoyao comes, let's go to school together." After that, Meng Jinluo touched An Luochen's hair, took the briefcase and went out.
Looking at the woman's swaying back, An Luochen pinched his left earlobe subconsciously, his eyes dark and uncertain.
——Such a woman is his mother.
"Brother? Did you wait for a long time?"
The girl's soft voice interrupted his thoughts, An Luochen returned to his senses and looked at the girl in front of him: " No, I just packed it up."
Yan Luyao gave him a sweet smile, the little girl's smile was bright and moving, and there were two small pear eddies on both sides of her cheeks, very cute.
"Then let's go? Otherwise, we'll be late."
An Luochen didn't respond, just stared at her with his eyes rolling with her Incomprehensible emotions.
"Brother...?" Yan Luyao wanted to tug at the corner of his clothes, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, someone grabbed her wrist, and then a burst of force pulled her into the hallway unexpectedly, without the slightest preparation. He was pushed against the door panel, and his movements were simple and neat without any hesitation.
The girl's petite and soft body suddenly collided with the hard door panel, and she couldn't help but feel pain, and the schoolbag in her hand fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
"Uh... it hurts..." The person in front of her suddenly pressed up, suddenly shortening the distance between the two, making her trapped between the door and him, unable to move. This position is really uncomfortable. very. "Brother... what are you doing all of a sudden?"
The light in the entrance is rather dim, Yan Luyao touched his forehead, and he could clearly see An Luochen's expression in the haze. The boy's face is handsome and handsome, the facial lines are smooth and graceful, and the bridge of the nose is high, showing a unique charm between teenagers and mature men. At this moment, his face was expressionless, and his deep eyes seemed to look into the deepest part of her heart, and it seemed that he was just staring at her. Just by staring at him, Yan Luyao's breathing began to gradually become heavier - as if he had been stared at. He stripped naked with his eyes. The heat on his cheeks also began to rise gradually, creating a unique and ambiguous atmosphere in this narrow and cramped entrance.
An Luochen remained silent, kissing the girl's red and soft lips fiercely. pliersHolding her chin, she slid one hand to her waist and slid into the bottom of her skirt, kneading and rubbing with her big hand through a thin layer of fabric.
Yan Luyao bit his lower lip lightly, opened his legs slightly submissively to facilitate his movements, and responded to the boy's fierce kiss, chasing his lips and tongue to suck and kiss.
An Luochen lightly lifted one of her legs and hung it in the crook of her arm, but Yan Luyao had to put both hands on his shoulders and wrap his arms around his neck to ensure balance.
The strength of his subordinates did not decrease in the slightest, and he rubbed the small private parts without the slightest pity, and soon Yan Luyao's gasping and moaning sounded along with the soaked cloth under his palm, throwing his armor and removing his armor. , The coquettish cry of a girl resounded in the small space, and was blocked by a rough kiss, turning into a sweet whimper.
"Brother...Brother...don't rub, I, I can't take it anymore..." After the kiss, Yan Luyao rested his forehead on his shoulder, gasping for breath, carefully before going out. The hair that was taken care of was scattered on his shoulders in a mess, and a few strands of forehead hair were wet with sweat and were softly attached to his forehead, all of which showed the embarrassed appearance of the owner at the moment.
An Luochen didn't mean to stop at all. He neatly took off the girl's pink panties, and rubbed his fingers in the wet body, and the girl couldn't help moaning. In the sound, he bit the smooth skin on the side of her neck, grabbed the soft flesh and ground it with his teeth.
It should be late now, Yan Luyao thought vaguely. The number of fingers in her body is still increasing, the heat in her body is on the verge of getting out of control, and a rough tide of pleasure pours into her limbs and bones, making her unable to help but want to ask for mercy. The red and tender lips were trembling just as she was about to utter the words of begging for mercy, when she saw An Luochen suddenly stopped biting and buried her head in the crevice of her neck. "Mom."
Yan Luyao trembled, and the hand around his neck couldn't help but intensify. The moment An Luochen called out this title, she unconsciously thought of its owner, that mature woman with a swaying and uncompromising charm—her aunt, his mother.
She couldn't tell how she felt. Her body was thrown up and down by An Luochen in the sea of desire, and all emotions, whether painful or pleasant, were rippling under his fingertips. Different colors. Seeing the lover who was taller than him buried his head in the crevice of his neck like a childish child, calling out to his mother in a low and hoarse voice, he suddenly had the urge to hug him into his arms.
But she did. The two were very close to each other, and the small girl was almost trapped in her arms by An Luochen. She had to stretch her arms as much as possible to hug him.
"Xiaochen..."
Yan Luyao stroked his cheek and kissed An Luochen's forehead almost reverently. The soft touch fell on his face, making An Luochen unable to help recall the feeling of Meng Jinluo stroking his hair just now.
Mom's hands are also so soft...
What about mom's taste...?
An Luochen's breath became a little heavier, and he untied his school uniform pants in three or two strokes, revealing his already hard and firm genitals, and his subordinates slammed into the girl's hot and humid flower hole. Down, he held onto his genitals and mercilessly pushed in.
"Hmm..."
The two let out a satisfied sigh at the same time, acting in a deformed relationship, with a false sense of immorality, in this cramped entrance, secretly tightly bound in the corners.
"Mom...Mom..." An Luochen held Yan Luyao's waist with one hand and hooked her legs with the other to make them further apart, pushing the person against the door panel violently.
The girl's petite body trembled uncontrollably, and she stubbornly dragged An Luochen's clothes to resist the waves of pleasure, and was thrown into desire in his low voice full of eroticism peak.
"Take it, Xiaochen... Take it easy, mom is coming..." Yan Luyao's eyes were blurred, his body was pushed up and down on the door panel, and the misty physiological tears in his eyes also followed Dropped between body movements. She leaned forward and kissed the bead of sweat on Luochen's chin that was about to fall. The tip of her pink tongue stuck out and rolled it into her mouth, and then absentmindedly licked the boy's graceful chin.
After An Luochen was completely released from the wet and tender private parts, the two of them were already sweating profusely. Pulling out the genitals buried deep in the private parts of her body, An Luochen took out two cleansers and cleaned the lower body for the two of them. Finally, panting heavily, she rubbed her chest hard before letting go of the already sore body in her arms. Yan Luyao.
An Luochen put her arms around her, and the two sat on the floor at the entrance to calm down after the climax. Yan Luyao's body was still trembling slightly, she took An Luochen with one hand and led him to knead and stroke her chest, and at the same time raised her head and pecked and kissed his cheek like nostalgia.
"Brother..." Yan Luyao leaned against his arms and breathed slightly, being well-behaved and pitiful.
"Is it better?" An Luochen rubbed her soft breasts soothingly, her voice was much softer, her expression was not satisfied with the sullenness just now, and her whole body became much softer. "If you slow down, you will have to go, and you will be late in a while."
Wen Yan Yan Luyao giggled in his arms: "It's already late! It's not too late! It's been a while."
Seeing her naughty look, she couldn't help pinching the tip of her nose, AnLuochen also chuckled: "Aren't you afraid of being scolded by your aunt?"
"Yes... I forgot her." Yan Luyao pouted, lowered his head and rubbed against his chest, "Brother... Why did this happen all of a sudden this morning, it startled me."
"Huh?" An Luochen reached into her bra with his big hands, pinched her erect nipples with his fingers and played with them, "I want to do Just did it."
"And you're so cute, can't you control it?"
Of course, she wouldn't say that she was dissatisfied by imagining her mother's unbridled appearance.
Hearing his compliment to Yan Luyao, he couldn't help blushing, and dared to rub his crotch, smiling shyly and brightly. She didn't think deeply about An Luochen's sudden mother-son play, after all, her brother usually played a lot in bed, maybe it was just a whim. And... when her brother called her mother, she was also severely shocked, and then she felt more inexplicably, as if she was really being pressed on the door as his mother and wildly violated... Wonderful The ardent lust bursting out from the friction of the sense of bad morals burned people's hearts, and Yan Luyao even felt that this was the most enjoyable time after being with his brother.
The two of them were arguing, and then they were absurd at the entrance. It was almost noon when they finally packed up and got ready to go out. The two were neatly dressed and went out the door one after the other.
Waiting for school, it's the end of the third lesson. I'm afraid of what's coming, this class happens to be the Chinese class of my aunt Meng Beining.
The two of them wanted to sneak into the classroom, but they were only halfway through when they were noticed by Meng Beining on the podium.
"An Luochen, Yan Luyao, give me an explanation?" Meng Beining held up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and stared sharply at the two of them.
"Tell the teacher, there was a car accident on the road and the traffic was stuck." An Luochen stood up, and the lie came as soon as he opened his mouth.
Yan Luyao also nodded in agreement.
Meng Beining frowned and looked him up and down: "A car accident? Didn't you hurt?"
An Luochen shook her head, "It's not hurt, it's just a traffic jam. , that road is not easy to walk, so I was late."
Who can block three classes in a traffic jam? Meng Beining questioned in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She just nodded and let them go back to their seats and picked up the Chinese book again to prepare for the lecture.
The two of them went back to their seats, Yan Luyao winked mischievously at An Luochen, and An Luochen smiled back, celebrating his escape.
An Luochen took out the language book from the desk, restlessly propped her chin and looked at the woman on the podium.
These contents are a piece of cake for him. Compared with this, he still thinks it is more interesting to watch his titular aunt. After all... Auntie is also similar to her mother in appearance. The two are similar in appearance, but their temperament and aura are very different, and their feelings are also different. If my mother is the kind of mature and gentle type, then my aunt is a steady and serious type...
An Luochen's eyes wandered left and right with Meng Beining, and she thought about a lot of things in her mind. of.
【To be continued】