Adultery My Beautiful Mother's Seduction { Completed }

[Penetration]

The mother, who had just satisfied a wave of her desire for control, was in a good mood, so she followed to the milk tea shop, and the two found a small table to sit down.

“Add so many things, how can I finish drinking?"My mother looked at the extra-large cup of milk tea in front of her with tears and laughter, which was full of all kinds of taro balls, pearls and other things, “Can't you get ten catties fat after drinking this?"”

“It's okay, I like meat."Yin Mo said with a hippie smile.

“Go~" Mom gave him a blank look and concentrated on dealing with the milk tea in front of her.

“Hey, Dr. Lin, can I discuss something with you?"Yin Mo asked.

My mother looked up at him, didn't speak, and sucked milk tea “tons and tons” with a straw, her cheeks bulging, very cute.

It's like oral sex.

“That's it, then what, didn't I break up with my girlfriend?Then I dropped out of college and came back for a break."Yin Mo said, “As a result, the group of classmates used to taunt me there every day, saying that I was glass-hearted."I couldn't get angry, so I bragged to them that I had found a new girlfriend.”

My mother still didn't understand what he meant, and she didn't answer the phone, so she looked at him.

“So, what, Dr. Lin, can you do me a favor?Just let me borrow your picture, I pretend you are my girlfriend, and send a circle of friends to show off.”

"Boo~" Mom spit out the straw in her mouth, glanced at him, and said, "Did you wake up from your dream?"”

Not to mention anything else, the boy in front of him is his son's classmate. It would be fun if the photo was seen by his son.

“Uh...then, if I don't pat my face, I just pat my body...” Yin Mo saw that his mother still looked at him like an idiot, and quickly changed his words: “Hands, just clap your hands, right?"Dr. Lin, you are holding the milk tea, I will pat my hand and it will be fine.”

My mother thought for a while, thinking that there should be no problem, and seeing Yin Mo's sincerity again, she agreed.

I know what my mother is thinking. Giving a stick to a sweet date is just a photo of her hand, but it can make the other party grateful to herself. How can such a business make a steady profit without losing money.

So her mother held the milk tea in both hands and stretched forward, asking Yin Mo to hold her mobile phone diagonally to shoot.

“Ah, wait a minute."Mom suddenly noticed something and retracted her hand.

“What's the matter?”

Mom didn't speak, she just took off the ring on her ring finger, put it aside, and then stretched out again to hold the milk tea: “Okay, you can take a picture.”

As a result, the “goddess holding milk tea photo” I saw in Yin Mo's circle of friends that day was born.

And I didn't think much about it except for sighing that the goddess's hands were so beautiful and her skin was so white.