Remember when bananas are ripe (wife mature adult novel)

I was born in an ordinary family. I am the only child and both my parents work in government agencies.

When I was little, I was very attached to my mother like most children, and my mother loved me very much.

You can say that he is a little doting on me. At that time, my mother and I had a very close relationship, which even made my father "jealous".

I. Although my mother is not a great beauty, she is also outstanding in appearance and is a beautiful and virtuous wife.

Good mother. I always think that when I grow up I must find a good wife like my mother.

After entering junior high school, I gradually distanced myself from my mother, no longer staying by her side, and no longer being with her.

She plays games and doesn't even want to talk to her much.

But my mother is still the same as before, caring about me and taking care of me in all matters, which makes me more and more

Patience, growing disgusted with her. I don't remember when I started to speak bad words to my mother.

Even so, my mother never lost her temper with me and never cared about my rudeness.

When I entered puberty, I began to have sexual problems. I learned to solve the problem by myself.

I'm relatively moderate in my treatment, only doing it three or four times a month.

I have a problem, that is, I like women's feet. I don't know when I started to like them.

The problem seems to have been brought in from the womb. Many times when I masturbate I can orgasm just by imagining playing with a woman's feet.

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When I was about to graduate from junior high school, one Sunday was my grandmother’s birthday. After self-study in the afternoon, I went to her house.

Milk home. The front door of my grandmother's house faces the door of a guest room. From the front door, you can see the bed in the guest room.

End of the bed.

When I walked in that day, I saw a pair of very white and beautiful feet on the bed.

Due to limited vision, I could only see bare calves and feet - I couldn't help but feel excited.

"Whose feet are these?" But then I realized, "These are my mother's feet!"

Oh, what a disappointment! It turned out that my mother was tired from working at my grandmother's house and slept on the bed in her skirt and clothes.

superior.

In my disappointment, I began to think: "If that wasn't my mother, I would be fine.

Take a few more looks. Why didn’t I feel my mother’s feet before…” Thinking of this, I didn’t dare to go on.

I felt so guilty inside.

For the rest of the day, I tried not to look at my mother's feet, but I always felt guilty.

I have always felt uneasy.

That night, after I went to bed, I imagined masturbating by playing with a celebrity's feet. When I was about to climax, my mind was filled with

My mother's feet appeared in the sea. I could no longer control myself at this time and reached a climax in extreme excitement.

After the climax, I was filled with guilt and felt worse than an animal. I wanted to slap myself on the ears.

Light.

In the following days, probably because of the intense study and my efforts to control myself, I did not

Mom's feet felt impulsive. My attitude towards my mother has also changed a lot, although I still don't love her very much.

She talked, but I no longer resented her concern for me, nor did I speak badly to her anymore.

My mother soon noticed the change in me. She was so happy and treated me even better. The more she

This makes me feel more uneasy.

The night two days before the high school entrance examination, my mother brought a bowl of sugar water into my room. I was busy doing the questions, so I asked her

Put it down first. She put down the sugar water and didn't leave immediately. Instead, she sat down beside my bed and watched me do the homework with a loving look.

My attention unconsciously turned to my mother: before, I didn't have any idea of ​​a mature woman.

I have always liked those young, pretty and slim girls, but my mother

She is no longer young. Although her beautiful face does not look old, she is no longer young. Her figure has also become a little fatter.

It shouldn't have caught my attention.

I was only attracted to my mother's feet, but that night I accidentally discovered that my mother was full of

A kind of beauty that I can't describe, a beauty that is different from those of my pretty female classmates or young female stars.

I suddenly found that this kind of beauty was even more moving and more attractive to me.

Suddenly, the terrible word "incest" appeared in my mind. I didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He drank the sugar water in one gulp, then handed the bowl to his mother and asked her to leave. Mom took the bowl and looked at me reluctantly.

Just walked out. After she left, it took me a long time to calm down and continue doing the questions.

For several days in a row, I devoted myself to the high school entrance examination. After the exam, I was completely exhausted. but

The good news is that I feel I did quite well in the exam.

That night, I decided to relax with my hands. I hadn't released myself for several days. But that night

When I was lying in bed, I thought of several female celebrities and female classmates, but none of them aroused my interest. Later, my mother seemed to

However, the thought suddenly appeared in my mind, and I immediately became very excited.

After a moment of hesitation, I comforted myself by saying, let's just indulge ourselves tonight and never do it again.

When it was over, I felt extremely satisfied, but also very sick.

The summer vacation in the third year of junior high school was relaxing but boring. I don't have any friends or hobbies. I just stay at home all day.

At home, I pass the time reading novels. There were no pornographic novels at that time, and the sexual descriptions in novels were only

I only had a brief taste, but it made me very excited.

In this way, my "sexual interest" is getting bigger and bigger, and I use my hands to solve the problem more and more frequently. At first, it was just one

Twice on Mondays, then almost every day, sometimes two or three times a day.

My mother, who was always with me, gradually became the main object of my sexual fantasies. My sense of guilt grew

The sleep became lighter and lighter, and I couldn't help becoming fanatically obsessed with my mother. My mother's smile, her hand, her

In my eyes, all her steps are so charming, and her clothes are so decent. I am finished.

He completely fell at her feet.

The reason why I was like this was definitely not because I was taught badly, because at that time I had not heard of or read in books or newspapers

I've read stories about mother-son incest. Now thinking back, it may be because my mother is the only woman around me.

And my mother is a beautiful woman.

Although I had illicit thoughts about my mother, I didn't dare to be the least bit outrageous in real life. I just

When no one was at home, I secretly took my mother's underwear, shoes and socks to satisfy myself, but the more I did this, the more I longed to be able to

After getting my mother, I was tortured by my desire for her.

The long summer vacation is finally over and I started high school. I can no longer devote myself to it as I did before.

I got into studying, and fortunately the study in the first year of high school was not too stressful, so my grades were barely maintained at an upper-middle level.

One evening in mid-October of that year, I felt thirsty while studying in my room, so I went to the living room to drink some water.

When I came to the living room, I saw my mother lying on the sofa in a short-sleeved pajamas, watching TV and

Rubbing her feet, the slender and strong calves, and the white and rosy toes made my heart beat faster. I hurriedly poured a glass of water and stood

I pretended to watch TV behind my mother and greedily peeked at her feet. I thought if I could play with my mother's feet

How nice that would be.

Suddenly I had an idea: pretend to rub my mother's feet to satisfy my urge!

After making up my mind, I said to my mother, "Mom, are you going down to check the work again today?"

"yes."

"That's tiring. Let me massage your feet."

After hearing this, my mother happily agreed.

So I sat next to her, put her feet on my thighs and started rubbing them gently. I am very strange

It’s strange, why didn’t I notice my mother’s seductive feet when I was a child? Maybe, at that time, my mother was the one who could not be touched

It’s probably because of the blasphemous goddess. When I was a child, I often played with my mother affectionately.

It's so easy for my feet.

Touching the long-awaited beautiful feet made me more and more excited. I really wanted to desperately put my mother's feet

Hold your feet tightly and kiss them enough.

At first, my mother just looked at me lovingly while I massaged her feet. Then, perhaps she noticed something, and her expression changed.

It feels a bit unnatural.

"Okay. It's much better now. No need to rub it anymore."

Mom said as she put her feet away. I had no choice but to give up and went back to my room unwillingly.

When I got back to my room, I immediately closed the door and sniffed and licked my own hands—which were not actually

There was no smell - and then he excitedly solved the problem with his hands.

After this incident, I knew that my mother had noticed my evil intentions, so I never offered to help her again.

Mom rubbed my feet.

As the days passed, my desire for my mother did not diminish in the slightest. I often dreamed of her.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and when my father is not at home, I really want to rape my mother at all costs.

In my life, apart from my mother, there is nothing else that I care about, and my academic performance has gradually declined.

In the first semester of my freshman year, I barely passed the midterm exam, but only scored over 30 in the final exam.

This is the worst exam I have ever done.

My father scolded me severely for this. When my father scolded me, my mother looked at me silently, with

In addition to the past kindness, there is also worry and a faint sadness that has seen through everything. I can't help but suspect that my mother already knows

Tell me about my incestuous thoughts. And the facts show that this is indeed the case. There is no mother who does not understand her son's mind.

During the winter vacation, my mother wanted to talk to me alone several times. She had tried before, but I

She was always unwilling to give her a chance and even unwilling to be alone with her, so her mother had to leave disappointed every time.

I was afraid that one day I would lose control of myself and do something unmanageable, and that day finally came.

In April of that year, I had a high fever for several days in a row and couldn't go to school. My mother also took a leave and stayed at home.

Take care of me. After returning home from the hospital for an injection that morning, I slept until the afternoon.

In my dream, I dreamed of my mother again, and I woke up when I was holding her feet.

When my mother found that I woke up, she immediately came into the room, touched my forehead, and said to me happily: "Fever

Retreat! Just take some more medicine and you'll be fine. By the way, I also need to change your quilt. ”

As she said that, she moved a stool, stood on it barefoot and tried to get the quilt from the top shelf of the cabinet beside my bed. because

When she was about to get some, my mother's right foot stood next to my pillow.

At this time, I was so horny that I couldn't help but reach out and grab her foot. Mom turned her head and looked

I didn't say anything and continued to get the quilt. I stroked her for a few times, then lowered my head and started kissing my mother's toes.

Only then did my mother get nervous. She dropped the quilt, broke free, jumped to the ground, and whispered:

"Nonsense!" and then went out.

I thought I was in trouble this time. Just when I didn't know what to do, my mother came in with a bowl of medicine, her face

Looks very calm. She sat down beside my bed, fed me some medicine, and then changed my blanket.

When I got up, she didn't put her feet on my bed again - she told me to sleep for a while and then went out again. What is she like?

As if nothing had happened.

At this time, I was very excited because I finally kissed my mother's feet! At the same time, I can't help but feel reckless

Feeling a little embarrassed.

In the next few days, I felt a little uncomfortable whenever I was with my mother, and she didn't

Mention this matter and treat me as before.

My mother's attitude surprised me and also made me bolder. I secretly

Determined to forcefully kiss my mother's feet again. I know the best time is when mom is sleeping alone.

When you wake up.

About a month later, the opportunity came. Dad didn't come home at noon that day, and mom was taking a nap in the room alone.

Sleep.

I hesitated for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to walk into my mother's room.

When I arrived at my mother's bed, she hadn't woken up yet. Mom sleeps face inwards with a thin blanket draped over her waist

Her legs were slightly bent and exposed outside the quilt.

Looking at my mother's smooth and attractive feet, my breathing became more and more rapid. I thought my mother would

She will wake up and plan to grab her feet and kiss them when she is not prepared. But now I've changed my mind.

I bent down and put my nose close to my mother's feet to smell the fragrance. Mom wore leather shoes for the whole morning, but her feet

There is only a faint intoxicating smell on it, not smelly at all. I sniffed my mother's feet back and forth for a long time

Then, he began to kiss his mother's feet.

I kissed the soles of her feet and her heels, and as I sucked her toes, her feet twitched.

And woke up immediately.

When my mother turned over and found that it was me, she didn't look surprised at all, but just a little unhappy.

I felt a little embarrassed at this point, so I stood up, left the room without saying a word, and took

Schoolbag going to school.

Last time, I just kissed my mother's feet a few times, but this time I really enjoyed my mother's kiss.

foot. I am very satisfied.

When I got home from school in the evening, my mom and dad were already at home. As usual, mom was busy in the kitchen.

Then, Dad was reading the newspaper in the living room. When my mother brought out the dishes, she stared at me with a somewhat reproachful look. Although I

I didn't really care, but I was too embarrassed to meet her gaze.

After this incident, just as I expected, my mother did not pursue my case and treated me well as usual.

He intentionally or unintentionally avoided being alone with me.

This semester, my academic performance has not improved and my grades are hovering between 30th and 40th place. Dad trained me

I have done this many times. I really want to concentrate on my studies, but my heart has been completely captured by my mother. Especially that

After my "sneak attack" on my mom that night, all I was thinking about was how I could get satisfaction again.

My father would normally go on business trips for a few days every one or two months, but during that period he hadn’t been on a business trip for almost three months.

Later I found out that he didn't go on a business trip because he was busy with a special project. This really makes me anxious.

By mid-July, my father was finally going on a three-day business trip. I was as happy as a child on New Year's Day.

On the day my father was away on a business trip, I was absent-mindedly reading a novel at home in the morning, anxiously waiting for my mother to get off work.

Time passed so slowly, and I finally waited until noon for my mother to come home.

During lunch, I was in no mood to eat, but I tried hard to control my emotions so that my mother would not notice.

Order something. It was only when my mother was cleaning the dishes that I secretly stared at her bare feet in slippers, thinking

These feet will be mine again soon.

After washing the dishes, my mother didn't take a nap as usual, but started cleaning the house. I just have to be patient

I waited, thinking that maybe she would go to sleep after she finished cleaning. But my mother didn't finish until almost 2 o'clock.

Then I went to work.

I was extremely disappointed, so I could only comfort myself by waiting until my mother went to bed at night.

At night, amid my anxiety, it was finally time to go to bed. Mom turned off the TV and walked into

Room. I almost jumped for joy when I saw it. But I didn't expect my mother to close the door immediately.

The lock was locked with a "click".

I was stunned for a moment, and felt like I had fallen into an ice cellar.

I didn't sleep well that night. I felt a mixture of love and hate for my mother. The feeling was like a broken heart.

At noon the next day, I still held on to a glimmer of hope. But when my mother came into the room, she still got on with a "pop"

Lock, I am completely desperate.

That night, I went to bed early with a rage and a lot of hatred in my heart. At ten o'clock,

Mom turned off the TV and went into my room. I glanced at her, turned away and ignored her. Mom is silent

He stood in front of my bed for a while, seemed to sigh softly, and then went out.

My mother sat in the living room silently for a long time and returned to her room at about 11 o'clock. I heard her

I heard the door closing, but I didn't hear that hateful "bang" sound. And after a long time,

No movement.

Did I not hear the sound of locking the car, or did my mother forget to lock it? My heart couldn't help but start beating wildly.

I was determined to find out. I got up, put on my shorts and went out.

I stood in front of my mother's door and tried to turn the lock, but it was not locked.

At this time, my mother had been sleeping for almost half an hour, and I thought she should be asleep, so I pushed the door and went in.

There was a dim bedside lamp in the room - my mother always turned on the bedside lamp when she slept alone - by the light

I could see my mother lying with her face facing inward, wearing only a small jacket and panties. Long black hair, plump and graceful figure

Her posture, her slender white legs, and her warm and charming feet made my blood boil.

I walked carefully to my mother's bed and stopped. At this moment, I suddenly felt that my mother was not asleep, she was awake

of. I stood there for a long time, and after looking at my mother carefully, I became more and more certain that she was awake.

"Why didn't my mother pay attention to me? She was awake." I was really confused.

Finally, I decided to see what it would take for Mom to stop pretending to be asleep.

I lifted the mosquito net, bent down, stretched out my right hand and gently held one of my mother's feet. When I hold my mother's

When I touched her foot, her foot twitched a little, but she didn't pull her foot away from my hand. I couldn't help but feel secretly happy, so I held her soft

The feet were gently kneaded. My mother just let me do what I wanted and didn't care about me.

At this point, I couldn't bear it any longer, so I bent down and kissed her feet. When my mother found me kissing her feet,

He had to pull his feet away. But how can I let go? I held my mother's feet tightly and

Kiss and lick it randomly.

After struggling for a few times and failing to break free, my mother gave up and let me do it.

I kissed my mother's feet crazily, and I don't know how long I kissed them, until the skin of her feet was all wet.

Only when it wrinkles will I let go.

My mother's indulgence made me bolder than ever before. After letting go of her feet, I didn't think twice.

He threw himself on her and hugged her tightly.

But after hugging my mother, I was a little at a loss and just stared at my mother's face.

My mother also looked at me gently, she seemed very calm, her eyes full of love.

After we were in a stalemate for a while, my mother reached out and hugged me, gently stroking my back and my head.

She slowly pushed my head down, letting my forehead touch hers, and rubbed it gently,

Kiss my cheek.

I suddenly understood what to do. I hurriedly kissed my mother's face, nose, earrings, and neck.

And those sweet, soft lips. The kiss felt so good that I ignored my mother's struggle and kissed her greedily.

Kissed over and over again.

My mother suddenly pushed me away, then sat up and slowly took off her clothes. I saw this and

Get up and take off your clothes.

Faced with my mother's naked body, I was once again at a loss as to what to do.

My mother was a little shy when she took off her clothes, but when she saw me like that, she seemed to relax completely. She micro

He smiled and lay down calmly.

"Come up quickly." Mom whispered.

I obediently climbed onto my mother. Mom hugged my head and buried it in her plump, soft breasts. My horse

He came back to his senses and became excited again, rubbing and kissing her breasts. Under my action, mother

She also became excited, her breathing became heavier, and her cheeks flushed.

I kissed my mother's breasts all the way down. Just when I was about to kiss her lower body, my mother suddenly raised her hands.

Legs clamped tight.

"Not there!" Mom whispered firmly.

But how could I agree to that? After some effort, I finally pried my mother's legs apart. I hit it carefully

Measuring my mother's private parts, "It turns out that the honey hole is a dark red flesh slit." I first smelled the faint

The fishy smell, and then licked it with his tongue.

My mother moaned softly as I licked her and her body twisted slightly. At this time, I didn't know this was my mother.

I was excited, but I also felt that this was not a bad thing, so I licked more vigorously and finally put my tongue into

Entered into my mother's vagina.

After kissing my mother's pussy enough, I continued to kiss her legs and feet. I was so excited at this time

.

After I climbed back on top of my mother, she kissed my face, closed her eyes, and held my

The cock and hips are erected.

At this point I realized what was going to happen, and I focused on feeling the foreskin on my penis.

Slowly being peeled off, the penis slowly entered a warm and lubricated channel.

That feeling is so wonderful! As soon as my mother let go of her hand, I immediately started thrusting hard. One by one

I thrust harder and harder, and Mom's vagina became increasingly wet and slippery. Sexual intercourse is so ecstatic that I forget myself

He enjoyed it so much that he soon reached the climax, hugged his mother and ejaculated all his semen.

After it was over, I felt like I was hollowed out and lay powerlessly on my mother. Mom opened her eyes and reached out

She got some toilet paper from the bedside table, then moved her lower body to get my dick out of her body and pushed me

I opened it, sat up, cleaned myself up briefly and went to take a shower.

After lying alone for a while, I got up and put on my clothes. At this time, my mother came back from the shower. She had changed into a

Clean pajamas.

Both my mother and I felt a little embarrassed at this time, and I was a little at a loss. Mom seemed much calmer.

While packing up her things, she softly told me, "Go wash up and go to bed."

After hearing this, I walked out of my mother's room hesitantly.

That night, my mind was in a mess. I couldn't believe it - I got my mom! I

There is both the excitement of getting what you want, and a deep sense of guilt. In the midst of my wild thoughts, I don’t know when I finally calmed down.

Fell into deep sleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon. During lunch, my mother never mentioned what happened last night.

He also took the initiative to talk to me about some irrelevant things, with a relaxed look on his face. I felt relieved when I saw this.

some.

When my father came back in the evening, I couldn't help feeling guilty when facing him. But my mother remained calm.

There was nothing unusual on her face.

In the following days, my mother treated me the same as before, and I gradually relaxed my mind and no longer took that

Keep things in mind.

The new semester had just started and my father didn’t come home at noon that day. My sexual desire came back. After lunch,

While my mother was washing dishes, I hugged her waist from behind. My mother understood my thoughts and said softly, "No.

Okay, what if your dad comes back? ”

I begged her again and again, but my mother just wouldn't agree, so I had to give up in the end. However, I still stroked the

Playing with my mother's feet was a bit of comfort.

Two weeks later, my father went on a business trip, and in the evening my mother finally agreed to my request again. That time two

We did it all night.

From then on, my mother would almost always agree to let me go only when my father didn’t come home at night. Mom has her reasons.

The only way to lock the door is to lock it from the inside at night. Even if my dad suddenly comes home, he can't open the door.

I won't doubt anything.

My mother loves me very much, but that love is only the love a mother has for her son. Although my mother never complained or regretted anything,

And she can also enjoy orgasm during sex with me, but I know that it is only for me, she loves me too much.

Meaning and I do.

Don't be too selfish. After I went to college, I started dating girls and gradually stopped asking my mother for help.

A request has been made.

Now I have my own family, and my mother and I still have a very good relationship. We never fight.

Even if I forget the past, how can I forget these things? I love my mother deeply, if she wants

Yes, I still want to have sex with her.

Because the love I have for my mother is not only the love a son has for his mother, but also the love a husband has for his wife. Mom, she is my real

The first wife in reality.

I love you mom!