Triple Nipple Clamps

Description

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and there is an old wardrobe at home that needs to be thrown away. I moved it downstairs with my father, thinking that he is old. Then I moved it to the intersection by myself with a cart. Before the cleaning team came, I checked again to see if there was anything I missed. When I was about to pull out the bottom drawer, I found that it was stuck on the track and couldn’t be pulled out. I reached in from the opening and felt that it was empty. This wardrobe has been used in my parents’ room for many years, so it is normal for it to break. But I thought the cleaning team was also very hard-working, so why not help a little and take down everything that can be disassembled, so that it would be easier to move. So I chose a corner where no one was, and pulled hard, and finally pulled the drawer out.
I found that the wooden bottom plate was deformed and convex downwards. It might be because there were too many things stuffed in it. I was bored waiting at that time, so I thought about flattening the bottom of the drawer. Maybe someone would think it was a pity to send it directly to the incinerator and recycle it to store things. I turned it over and knocked and stepped on the bottom plate of the drawer. Suddenly, there was a snap. I thought it was terrible. It might have cracked because of excessive force. I opened it and saw a thin wooden board and a wooden booklet fell to the ground. It turned out that this drawer had a thin bottom plate and something was hidden in the middle. No wonder the middle was concave after being pressed for a long time.

It was hidden so secretly. Fortunately, it was not thrown away. It would be bad if there were important things inside. However, if I want to return it to someone, I should at least know who the other party is. What if it is the private money of one of my parents? It would be bad if I returned it carelessly. When I opened it, I saw a few numbers that looked like dates and multi-digit numbers with unknown meanings. According to Xiujuan’s handwriting, it should be written by my mother. When I opened the back half of the book, I was dumbfounded.

The pages of the second half of the book were all glued together, and the middle was hollowed out with a few photos stuffed in it. I picked it up and saw that they were all photos of my mother. Not only were they nude, but they were almost the kind that showed off their sexiness as much as possible, such as kneeling and raising their buttocks, squeezing their breasts and cleavage, and spreading their legs, etc. I could only explain to myself while reading that it was nothing. The color of the photos had faded, and they should have been taken many years ago. My mother is still quite beautiful even in her middle age. If it was a few years earlier, she would have been more capable of being wild. It’s also fine. People often say that we should seize the tail of youth, right?

After seeing the second half, I couldn’t help but feel strange. The parents of the old man and the young wife usually treated each other with respect. I never thought they would be so interesting. The next two photos gave me unexpected answers. One was taken from the bottom up. The mother sat astride the beer belly behind her. She seemed to be trying to grab it. The other one captured the photographer’s hand holding the wine for the mother to take. Her face looked a little confused and seemed drunk. However, my father was in poor health, so he was very thin and had no beer belly. In addition, he never touched or bought wine. How could my mother drink like this with him?

There must be something fishy, ​​I thought to myself, and looked at all the photos carefully again. My mother’s expression was really seductive and confused, and her posture was hot and seductive. It was terrible. I actually saw an erection and forgot that I was still outside. I quickly took the photos and the book home to think about what was going on.

My mother prepared lunch early, saying that she was worried that I would be hungry due to my heavy morning activities. I watched her get up and go to the kitchen to prepare the dishes. She had shoulder-length medium curly hair parted on the side, and wore a fitted light blue sweater with a white long skirt that revealed a small part of her legs. She also wore flesh-colored stockings and exuded a faint scent of floral and fruity perfume. Although my mother’s figure was still quite slender, her dress was actually no different from that of an ordinary woman, and this was also her usual dress. She looked quite conservative, but why would she be willing to take such a photo?

But it was all a few years ago. In everyone’s eyes, my mother is now a good wife and mother who takes care of her husband and children and cares about her son’s studies. But since that time, when I heard someone praise her like this, I would unconsciously put the image of the lewd mother in the photo on my mother, and secretly refuted that my mother might not be as beautiful as everyone saw, and I was actually looking forward to seeing the unknown side of my mother.

This thought began to linger in my mind. Every time I thought of it, I would take out the photos and look at them, especially the photo of my mother sitting astride that person and pulling him. My mother’s expression was full of pity, and the beer belly just covered the part where the lower body of the two people were in contact. I could only see my mother’s pink legs spread apart from the middle, which gave me a lot of room for imagination. To be honest, I also used it to masturbate several times. Whenever I flashed this picture in my mind, I would be so excited that I couldn’t help but ejaculate.

When I left the room, I saw my mother reading in the living room. She was elegant. I wanted to watch TV to distract myself, but she stopped me. She told me that I should study hard and prepare for the exams in my senior year. Taiwan’s TV programs are full of pornographic content and have no nutritional value. I don’t want you to learn these things. Damn, I felt upset when I saw my mother talking so well with a sanctimonious look. What happened to my mother herself might not even be as good as the show. She dared to be so righteous. When she saw my face change, she raised her voice and scolded me, saying, “Why can’t I scold you now?”

The family has always been a place of authority and discipline. Because my father is old and can’t discipline me, my mother is the one who takes care of the children’s education. As a woman, she is probably worried that she is too gentle and the children can’t teach her, so she is very strict when she is fierce, which makes up for the lack of discipline from my father. Because of the habit I developed when I was a child, I saw my mother’s face change, and I was still unconsciously afraid. I had to touch my nose and apologize, saying that I would go back to my room to study now, but of course I was not convinced in my heart, and it was you, my mother, who had the problem. The more I thought about it, the more upset I became. Don’t let me find out what the pornographic photos were about.

So I started to think about the photos. I had no idea who the subject was or when. I didn’t have the guts to secretly look through my mother’s notebook. It was useless to look through the current events since they happened in the past. After thinking about it, I could only start with the computer, which happened to be the only old computer in the family. Only my mother and I could use it. I originally wanted to buy another one for my room, but my mother objected because she didn’t want me to start playing video games. My mother certainly didn’t expect that the result of her insisting on sharing was that I could use it to investigate her.

My focus is on the email. My mother uses it to log in automatically for convenience. People of her generation don’t care about Internet security like we do. I looked at some invitations to parties and class reunions, and there was nothing strange about them. From another perspective, my mother can be so close to the other party. Based on my understanding of my mother, she must be someone she knows very well. I started by checking the sender. After listing them, ha, I found something. There was a letter from a person with an English name. He sent the most letters. On average, he would send a letter to my mother every two months. Each letter only said “Teacher, let’s get together” with an address and a date in the future. The earliest one has been from three years ago to now without interruption. Seeing this, I should also reflect on myself. I didn’t find anything wrong with my mother in the past few years.

My mother was a teacher who was going back to school for a master’s degree around the time I was born. It seemed that he was teaching dance. It seemed that the other party knew my mother for a long time. No matter who he was, the date of the latest letter was still a while away. I could find out then. When I closed the webpage, I found that my mother had come very close, but luckily I was not discovered. She asked me not to surf the Internet all the time and asked me to take out the garbage at night. Well, I wanted to test my mother this time.

After throwing away the garbage and returning home, my father was watching TV in the living room, and my mother was reading her book leisurely at the dining table. I walked between the two and turned to my mother and said, Mom, the cleaning team just complained that our wardrobe was difficult to dismantle that day. My mother still looked down at her book and answered indifferently, “Yes, what do you say?” I continued to say that the other party thought the cabinet was too big and difficult to move, and wanted to dismantle it for easier transportation. Unexpectedly, the bottom drawer was stuck inside. My mother didn’t react at all when I said this. I wondered if my mother had forgotten or was pretending that she didn’t hide anything.

I deliberately mentioned that I didn’t expect the other party to have the perseverance to forcibly pull out the bottom drawer. Only then did my mother raise her face and stare at me. When I talked about the cleaning team’s plan to dismantle the drawer, I could see that my mother’s face darkened for a moment, but I stopped the topic at this time, complaining that my parents were not listening to me, and stopped talking. I sat next to my father to watch TV together. I glanced at my mother from the side. She had closed the book and looked around. It was obvious that she was a little restless.

Not long after, my mother also sat over. She reminded my father to take medicine and asked him to go to bed early. It was obvious that she wanted to get rid of him. When my father finally left the living room, my mother suddenly said to me that she didn’t listen to me. Anyway, she wanted to induce me to continue talking about what happened just now. I understood that she really wanted to know about the drawer. I thought to myself that you were so worried. You took such a picture without any care at the beginning. You usually look like a good woman. I really want to peel off this disguise.

If I wanted to make my mother like me and avoid being hostile to her, I suddenly had an idea. I wanted to scare her by saying that the drawer was taken apart, but then I changed my words to stop the other party from taking it apart, and then helped put the intact drawer on the garbage truck. After I said this, my mother looked more relaxed, and she unconsciously praised me for doing a good job. Before returning to the room, I deliberately said to my mother, asking so many questions, maybe you forgot to take out something, she shrugged and said lightly that no, haha, she is really good at pretending.

Finally, I waited until the date they agreed to meet in the letter. I pretended to be sick and asked for leave. My mother complained that she had an appointment with a friend today and couldn’t take care of me. Why did she choose this time to be sick? I complained in my heart. If this was really the case, she should stay and take care of me. It’s not like I can’t refuse the other party. Later, I saw my mother coming out of the room. She changed her clothes and put on makeup seriously. She wore a fitted white shirt with a gray skirt. The skirt was short above the knees. She also wore black transparent stockings with heart decorations on her legs. I haven’t seen my mother show off her beautiful legs like this for many times, let alone this kind of stockings. Damn, who is she going to meet with such a sexy outfit?

Hearing the sound of her high heels clacking down the stairs, I quickly put on my hat and changed my clothes. It took me a while to wait for the swelling of my second child to subside, but it was okay. I ran downstairs and saw my mother just walking to the street corner. This feeling of exploring my mother’s privacy was actually quite exciting. After passing two more intersections, my mother stopped and waited on the sidewalk. Not long after, a black Mazda 3 approached and rolled down the window. My mother opened the door and got in. It was too far away for me to see who was inside, and I was also in a hurry to hail a taxi.

I told the driver to follow the Mazda 3 in front of me. We drove to the entrance of a restaurant. I first saw a short, fat man in ordinary clothes getting off the car. Looking at his figure, I thought that the dead beer belly in the photo was most likely him. Then my mother got off the car, and the waiter drove the car to stop. I was really unwilling to accept it. My mother is about 170cm tall, and wearing high heels adds a few centimeters to her height, making her figure more slender and slim. Compared with my mother, he is probably only about 163cm. No matter what, he should not be attracted to this fat guy who is much shorter.

Luckily, they were sitting by the window, and I was watching them from the bench at the bus stop opposite. The interaction between the two was OK. I could see that the man kept taking the opportunity to hold or touch my mother’s hand, and my mother was more passive. I thought that my mother was decent, but how could she explain that she was dressed so provocatively to him? Ah~ I felt very complicated. The man leaned forward against the table, and his hands seemed to be rubbing under the table. I didn’t know what he was doing, and my mother covered her mouth and laughed. Could he be playing with my mother’s legs?

Just this guess made me erect. I really didn’t expect it. What happened to my mother, a good woman, and how could she have a tryst with such a person? Seeing my mother showing an elegant smile at the table opposite, I looked ashen. I forgot how time passed. They seemed to have finished eating and were about to leave the restaurant before I came to my senses. It was difficult to follow them because I was on the opposite side, so I quickly ran to the right to the zebra crossing to wait for the green light to cross the street. From a distance, I saw that the man seemed to have got the car keys, but they were actually walking in the same direction as me.

Seeing the two people just walking across the street, I thought to myself, “Oh no!” I stepped back behind a street tree and peeked. As a result, they continued to walk and stopped in front of the lobby of a building. There were signs of bookstores, beverage stores, and restaurants on the top. At the end, there was a sign of a motel on the 12th floor. Damn, mother, you were taken up like this to make people feel good? Although I’m not sure it’s as I guessed, I don’t want to be in a hurry.

Just as they were about to walk to the building, I took my mobile phone and called my mother in a hurry. She stopped after walking two steps, picked up the phone from her bag and turned around to answer it. I heard my mother asking what happened on the microphone, and then I saw her turn around and talk to the other party. I vaguely heard that it was my son. I said that I forgot to bring money when I went out to buy lunch. Where are you? Can you come back easily? My mother said it was a bit far from here, uh, let me borrow it from the aunt on the first floor, and I will return it to her when I go back. I said that I didn’t even bring the key, and my mother said unhappily, “Oh, you are so confused, but I really can’t get back now, wait a minute.” I saw the mother opposite walked to the side, away from the man, covered her mouth and said in a false voice that she had a backup of the whole family key in the black boots in the shoe cabinet outside. If there is no backup, ask the locksmith to open it first, and borrow the money from the aunt first.

I was completely disappointed and thought to myself, mother, you would rather let that ugly man do it than come back? I answered with an “oh oh oh” and felt extremely jealous. The man suddenly walked behind her and put his hand on my mother’s waist. Then the microphone came, “Okay, let’s do it first, I will go back later, bye,” and hung up the phone. I thought to myself, damn, mom, is it so easy for you? I was very reserved when we were having dinner just now. When I saw my mother putting her phone into her bag, I picked up the phone in anger and adjusted the focal length of the camera to the longest. Although it was blurry, I could still see my mother’s appearance. I started to take pictures continuously. My mother turned and walked up the stairs. The images of the dirty hands touching her buttocks in circles were all in the phone. Although my mother took the pictures away, she didn’t seem angry. I was very angry. It was a pity that I couldn’t take a picture of the elevator floor, otherwise the evidence would be conclusive.

I took the bus home in disappointment. In fact, my mind was blank. I should not have reacted to the surrounding environment. Suddenly, I heard the old man who got off the bus at the same station say to his friend, “Good things should not fall into the fields of outsiders.” I don’t know why, but I just heard this sentence and felt very emotional. Yes, good things should not fall into the fields of outsiders.

In the evening, when my mother came in, she saw me and asked me why I didn’t borrow money from my aunt. Seeing that my mother’s face was ruddy and she was in a good mood, I guess the sweetheart stockings temptation was effective, and she must have been fucked to death. The New Year is coming soon, how dare you green light our house; in order to cast a net to catch you, the big fish, you should bear it first, she answered with a silly smile, and later there was money hidden in the inner pocket of the coat, so the crisis was resolved. When my mother heard it, she said that was good. When she was about to take a step to walk towards the room, I added, mother, you are dressed very beautifully today, and those long and beautiful legs really make me feel very good.

She stopped and blamed me for what I was saying. How could I say such things to my own mother? I stuck out my tongue and apologized before she went back to her room. In the past, if I said something wrong intentionally or unintentionally and was scolded by her, I would feel guilty. After what happened today, and this time I deliberately teased my mother, I felt no guilt at all when I was scolded. Not long after, my mother came out of the room. She had changed back into her usual long skirt, but she didn’t remove her makeup. On her exposed calves, it was obvious that she was still wearing the black stockings with black heart dots. She started to do housework. She looked like a good wife. She was really pure on the outside, but coquettish at heart.

I didn’t want to care about ethics and morality anymore. I was really unwilling to accept the way my mother was coquettish to that person. Because once before, I went to the department store with my mother. There were many people in the elevator. Suddenly, some people squeezed in on a certain floor. She stood in front of me. My mother wanted to step back, but I was already leaning against the wall of the elevator. Of course, I couldn’t pull my hand out when there were so many people around me.