引用元:戸田恵梨香「30過ぎても実家の門限6時半」親の過保護を明かす
1: 湛然 ★ 2022/11/16(水) 05:28:56.39 ID:A2Sd4AyT9.net
戸田恵梨香「30過ぎても実家の門限6時半」親の過保護を明かす
11/15(火) 17:33 サンケイスポーツ
https://news.yahoo.co.jp/articles/ce93c02db8ab648bf20d081aa6c8fde03c7d316a
映画「母性」の公開直前イベントに登場した左から戸田恵梨香と永野芽郁=東京・江東区
11/15(火) 17:33 サンケイスポーツ
https://news.yahoo.co.jp/articles/ce93c02db8ab648bf20d081aa6c8fde03c7d316a
映画「母性」の公開直前イベントに登場した左から戸田恵梨香と永野芽郁=東京・江東区
女優の戸田恵梨香(34)と永野芽郁(23)が15日、東京・江東区の中村高校で行われたダブル主演映画「母性」(23日公開、廣木隆一監督)の公開直前イベントに登場した。
同作は作家、湊かなえ氏(49)の同名小説の初映像化で、戸田と永野が母娘役で共演する話題作。
同校の女子高生から「両親が過保護で困っています。自立したいとき、どう対応すればいいですか?」と聞かれ、戸田は「うちも過保護でした。30(歳)過ぎて実家に帰っても、いまだに門限は(午後)6時半。夜、1人で歩くのが怖いのも、守られてきた証拠」と返答。
続けて、「過保護だったからこそ今(親を)理解できることがある。きっと自分に子供ができても、親の過保護を受け取った状態で過保護になってしまう部分が十分ある。親の影響を受けるかなって想像してる」などと体験談を交え丁寧に話した。
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4: 名無しさん@恐縮です 2022/11/16(水) 05:34:16.97 ID:Nq2KpE6t0.net
門限にサマータイムを導入すればいい
10: 名無しさん@恐縮です 2022/11/16(水) 05:45:59.81 ID:h9BXsix10.net
戸田恵梨香と永野芽郁か
ハコヅメの続編はよ
ハコヅメの続編はよ
15: 名無しさん@恐縮です 2022/11/16(水) 05:52:44.84 ID:SpDPySHf0.net
その親もちゃんと毎日18時30分には帰って来るんだよな?
16: 名無しさん@恐縮です 2022/11/16(水) 05:53:44.90 ID:42THa2kp0.net
きょうび小学生でも塾で20時回って帰っとるで
26: 名無しさん@恐縮です 2022/11/16(水) 06:10:40.24 ID:Bnh4Wk1V0.net
>>16
送り迎えして余計なとこに行かないよう管理してるでしょ、そういう親は
送り迎えして余計なとこに行かないよう管理してるでしょ、そういう親は
18: 名無しさん@恐縮です 2022/11/16(水) 05:55:56.45 ID:DLInnuJU0.net
そんな過保護な親が芸能界入りを許すのか
19: 名無しさん@恐縮です 2022/11/16(水) 05:56:25.56 ID:UYOIZVzC0.net
30過ぎても実家に帰ると6時半門限って意味がわからん
親はなにがしたいんだ
親はなにがしたいんだ
20: 名無しさん@恐縮です 2022/11/16(水) 05:58:40.82 ID:4zFMIOt50.net
結婚してくれ
30: 名無しさん@恐縮です 2022/11/16(水) 06:28:33.80 ID:5o+ErPR60.net
役者は時間不規則だが仕事は報告すれば納得してんのかな
“That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.” His father steps into the shower, turning on the water. As he soaks and lathers himself up under the lukewarm stream of water, he fondles his cock and balls. His cock soon mimics that of his son.
“I figured you did.” His father says. “You play on a team, so you know the purpose of teamwork.” His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations.
“I ain’t a-talking ‘bout how big ya cock is, boy. I am talking ‘bout ya, weight. Your height.” His dad says. “I kinda figured on how big you are down there. That’s obvious. It makes me proud of you. My son. Of what I created, along with ya mother.” He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise.
“I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.” His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock.
“Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters. “This is what a man looks like, son.” His father says as his pants fall to the floor. From his waist out pops his representation of a 40-year-old-man. And father of two teenage boys. His cock.
“Lookin’ good, son. Lookin’ good.” His dad says over the stream of the warm cleansing water as it caresses his mature man body. “Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock.
He dries himself but his throbbing cock continues to pulse as it grows harder because of his youth. The sensation intensifies. The feeling is wonderful. He can hear his cock throbbing in his ears. “See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.”
His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs. Garrett can see what his father is doing, unconsciously his hands moves to his cock. He strokes the length of his tool with his left hand while he teases the blistering red crown with the fingertips of his right hand. The lightning of his cool fingertips sends sparks through every nerve in his body.
“Yeah, dad, it’s me.” He shouts over the blistering rush of the shower spray as it pelts him hotly with force. “It was a rough practice.” He dries himself but his throbbing cock continues to pulse as it grows harder because of his youth. The sensation intensifies. The feeling is wonderful. He can hear his cock throbbing in his ears.
“What are ya now, by the way?” “You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.”
The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze. His bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face.
“Stoke it, boy! Stroke it! Stroke that beautiful cock!” His father demands as his own cock draws on the wet interior of the glass enclosure shower. “Pound it harder, boy! Pound it harder!” His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds.
He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower. “You are grown. Yes. Physically. Yes, my son. But a full man. No! No!” His father, says, sharply. “You have much more to grow, to mature, before you are a man, before you can call yourself. A man.”
“It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains. He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them.
His father steps into the shower, turning on the water. As he soaks and lathers himself up under the lukewarm stream of water, he fondles his cock and balls. His cock soon mimics that of his son. “I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words.
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Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose. “Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad.
His bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face. “You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.”
The sound of the shower echoes throughout the empty house. The bathroom door is open. He knows he has privacy. He is alone. No older brother. No father. Or mother. It is just him. “But you didn’t though, did you, son?”
“Coach told us. To go beat off. Seeing all those tents in our shorts; he said we should have all been working out naked. Our shorts weren’t covering up, anything, as our cock’s periscoped out and over the elastic waistbands of our shorts.” He says to his dad as he steps from the shower. “Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims.
“That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.” “What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks.
His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds. He dries himself but his throbbing cock continues to pulse as it grows harder because of his youth. The sensation intensifies. The feeling is wonderful. He can hear his cock throbbing in his ears.
“Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.” Garrett nods to his father.
“You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.” “My hard-on. Somewhat. But I have them all the time. You know that. You’ve made enough comments about me sportin’ boners in the morning when you see them at breakfast.”
The now lukewarm water streams through the curls of his hair rinsing away the last vestiges of the soapy lather. It all goes down the drain in a swirl of bubbles. “Once you plant that cock of yours in some squirmy hole and empty those warm balls of yours into a moist wet hole. Then you are on your way to becoming a man, and only then will you, come-of-age. But it is only a step onto the winding pathway towards manhood. It is my job to teach you what it means to be a man.” His father stands as he finishes his sentence. Loosening his belt and pulling his shirt out from the tucked confines of his pants.
“I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.” “It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains.
Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor. “What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face.
Garrett nods to his father. The pre-cum leaks, like a babbling brook, from the boy’s erect and pulsing cock, depositing its tiny droplets of juice onto the arm-hairs of his proud father. His father squeezes the nuts of his son, tighter and tighter, releasing more of the youthful essence.
“Then show me, father. Show me what it means, TO BE A MAN?” He says with an excitement building in his voice. The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze.
“Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?” “Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.”
I used my teeth to strip off daddy’s black sheer socks. I placed them in my mouth and washed them with my saliva. I swallowed every single sweat and stink from these socks. It takes so well. I rolled them into a ball and stuck them into my jockstrap where my small dick and balls were. “I managed to lift nearly two hundred today. I believe.” He explains. “But I strained a lot to do it. I was moaning. Groaning.”
“I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower. “Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad.
“That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.” “Yeah.” He answers his dad. “…and I was ‘going commando’ too.”
“I’m am nearly 6 foot 2 inches tall, dad. I weigh 210 lbs. I think, dad. At least I was the last time we were weighed at football practice.” The son says. “Much bigger than you, I should say.” “I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words.
I didn’t move and I didn’t want to move because the smell in there is so toxic. I can smell daddy’s unwashed ass in there. I was also so happy as daddy sat on the toilet to released his scent just for me to sniff. Just when The scent faded away I heard the daddy say, “Come here, boy.” I saw daddy sitting on my couch with nothing but a white brief on. The bulge was staring at me. I knew I was going to be having a wonderful night. “Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters.
The pre-cum leaks, like a babbling brook, from the boy’s erect and pulsing cock, depositing its tiny droplets of juice onto the arm-hairs of his proud father. His father squeezes the nuts of his son, tighter and tighter, releasing more of the youthful essence. “Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters.
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“Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock. “That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.”
“I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.” His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds.
His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds. All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.
“You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.” “I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom.
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Garrett nods to his father. His father unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the bathroom floor. Where his son is like the mythical David, cast in stone with blonde locks and cherubic face. The father is dark and with a day’s growth of stubble on his face.
Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol. His bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face.