After my mother completely took off her pants, taking her finger full of vaginal liquid to her mouth like a nostalgia for quirks, I profiled myself to help her take off her shoes. Something timid and not knowing how to remove her intimate garments from a woman, clumsily removed her high heels, then her pants, and finally a pair of threads that only had a minimum square, as if it were the shield of everything. Me: Mommy, what's this? A: This is called vagina, Sweetie. As I listened to this, she opened her legs completely, revealing the whole panorama of her vulva, I saw the rosiness of her lips, the swelling of her clitoris, and the humidity that emanated from her slowly. Then I pretended to be innocent to receive more attention from my mother. A: Look, Sweetie, I can't show you everything, just as I can't give you a definition of everything, just see, observe, and if you have questions, I'll answer them. Me: Mommy? I ventured into what I could, smell, shape, but I wanted more. Me: Can I touch Mommy? A: No, baby, no we can't. Me: And try to talk? A: No, heart, that's not possible, look! Immediately after; she takes her smallest finger and passes it through the middle of her lips, bringing a drop of her liquid sauce, I don't hesitate twice and put it carefully between my lips, take out my tongue to facilitate the task and think this agitates her a lot, because she started to release more drops from where that came. My mother immediately closes the doors and lifts her clothes, something warm and with regret, goes up the stairs leading to the bedrooms. I'm left without an idea of what happened. Days passed, my mother always arrived drunk every weekend, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends, sometimes with younger men than her, those nights were not sleeping, unless it was in her room, or in the living room, loud noises and screams from my mother until the day I couldn't take much more. One day at school there was a bully, never messed with me, but that day he ran into something, I don't know if It was the dream, Mom's alcoholism or the parade of unknown friends and men through the house. She told me: Fer; your mom looks yummy on camera. I said: What are you talking about, inbecil? Fer- haven't you seen her? She's all over the internet. That morning everyone looked at me weird when I came in, trying to do something more with the stupid one, so I hit him and took out a tooth and don't remember what happened on the floor, but many said she kept hitting me until they stopped me between 4 friends and a teacher. The anger blinded me so much that I lost control. They didn't take long to keep me in detention until my mother arrived. I remember her arrival, a short dress she was wearing with Elsa's knees, a neckline almost falling off the Lolas, and a smile that made me angrier when I saw it and that's why the cynical one used the same smile on camera, maybe that's what I thought.
After my mother completely took off her pants, taking her finger full of vaginal liquid to her mouth like a nostalgia for quirks, I profiled myself to help her take off her shoes. Something timid and not knowing how to remove her intimate garments from a woman, clumsily removed her high heels, then her pants, and finally a pair of threads that only had a minimum square, as if it were the shield of everything. Me: Mommy, what's this? A: This is called vagina, Sweetie. As I listened to this, she opened her legs completely, revealing the whole panorama of her vulva, I saw the rosiness of her lips, the swelling of her clitoris, and the humidity that emanated from her slowly. Then I pretended to be innocent to receive more attention from my mother. A: Look, Sweetie, I can't show you everything, just as I can't give you a definition of everything, just see, observe, and if you have questions, I'll answer them. Me: Mommy? I ventured into what I could, smell, shape, but I wanted more. Me: Can I touch Mommy? A: No, baby, no we can't. Me: And try to talk? A: No, heart, that's not possible, look! Immediately after; she takes her smallest finger and passes it through the middle of her lips, bringing a drop of her liquid sauce, I don't hesitate twice and put it carefully between my lips, take out my tongue to facilitate the task and think this agitates her a lot, because she started to release more drops from where that came. My mother immediately closes the doors and lifts her clothes, something warm and with regret, goes up the stairs leading to the bedrooms. I'm left without an idea of what happened. Days passed, my mother always arrived drunk every weekend, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends, sometimes with younger men than her, those nights were not sleeping, unless it was in her room, or in the living room, loud noises and screams from my mother until the day I couldn't take much more. One day at school there was a bully, never messed with me, but that day he ran into something, I don't know if It was the dream, Mom's alcoholism or the parade of unknown friends and men through the house. She told me: Fer; your mom looks yummy on camera. I said: What are you talking about, inbecil? Fer- haven't you seen her? She's all over the internet. That morning everyone looked at me weird when I came in, trying to do something more with the stupid one, so I hit him and took out a tooth and don't remember what happened on the floor, but many said she kept hitting me until they stopped me between 4 friends and a teacher. The anger blinded me so much that I lost control. They didn't take long to keep me in detention until my mother arrived. I remember her arrival, a short dress she was wearing with Elsa's knees, a neckline almost falling off the Lolas, and a smile that made me angrier when I saw it and that's why the cynical one used the same smile on camera, maybe that's what I thought.
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