Sleepwalking Mom
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 22: Big Breasts
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 22: Big Breasts - After his mother sleepwalked, the young son could not resist her temptation and had bad thoughts
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
It wasn’t until I came out with the shoes in my hand that my mother understood my intention, and her face looked a little unnatural.
“Mom doesn’t want to wear it, wearing high heels will make people tired”
My mother lowered her voice, and her voice became lower and lower.
This pair of shoes was originally bought by my mother this summer to wear for my father to see, in order to increase the interest between husband and wife, but my father didn’t seem to care. Now that my son took it out, my mother was a little embarrassed, so she wanted to refuse her son on the grounds that high heels are tiring.
“Don’t, mom, just wear it once today for my son to see.”
I was afraid that my mother would not want to wear it.
“There must be a lot of people who go to beauty salons, and canvas shoes are too old-fashioned. I don’t think my mother wants to be compared with others.”
Sure enough, women are very concerned about comparing beauty with other women, and my mother nodded weakly.
So I helped my mother bend down to take off her shoes and change her shoes. Maybe she felt that my actions were too enthusiastic, and my mother felt uncomfortable, so she pulled me and said, “I’ll do it myself.”
After that, she squatted down and untied the canvas shoelaces.
I was not unhappy with my mother’s refusal, because at this time I was looking down at my mother’s body. Since my mother squatted down to change her shoes, her breasts were perfectly exposed in front of me.
My mother squatted down with one thigh and knee against her breasts, making the shape of her breasts fuller. My mother’s collar was already open with two buttons.
At this time, a large piece of black lace bra was exposed to the air, with plump white breasts that seemed to break the restraint of the bra.
Even the air was filled with the fragrance of my mother’s milk, which constantly stimulated my young hormones, and even my breathing became heavy.
My mother had untied the shoelaces of one foot and was about to take them off to change.
But she found that I hadn’t spoken for a long time, so she looked up at me. At this time, my sight was all attracted by my mother’s breasts, and I didn’t notice my mother.
My mother noticed my abnormality and looked at herself along my eyes. The next moment I heard a scolding and coquettish cry.
“You bastard boy, where are you looking at?” She said as she adjusted her collar.
But my mother’s breasts were too plump and upright. No matter how she stuffed them into her clothes, they would always show a little. I looked at my mother’s panicked movements, which seemed to be like she was trying to move her breasts around to show me everything. She laughed obscenely. My mother looked at me shyly, looking down at me and feeling a little proud. She immediately stopped.
She reached out and slapped me.
“You bastard son, you always take advantage of me. I will punish you and punish you to put shoes on me.”
The handsome son in front of her made my mother a little distracted. She only wanted to escape from her son’s obscene sight, but she didn’t expect to lose sight of one thing while focusing on another.
I held my mother’s shoulders, bent down and squatted, and looked down along her line of sight. It didn’t matter if I looked at her, but I couldn’t move my eyes away.
The round white thighs, round knees, and strong calves made me dazzled and my lower body hardened.
When my mother squatted down to change her shoes just now, she bent one leg upward and squatted with the other leg downward. This is a squatting posture that only elegant women have, but now it seems a bit pornographic in my eyes.
My mother’s skirt was supported by her bent leg and knee, and slid down to the root of her thigh, revealing her plump white legs and smooth skin. When I thought that this was my mother’s big white legs, this was my beautiful-legged mother, I couldn’t suppress my desire. I looked down along the skirt with my mother’s thighs apart. A beautiful white butterfly landed on my mother’s honey hole, and there were several thin dead branches scattered beside it.
My mother’s vaginal flesh was full, bulging and supporting her underwear, showing the shape of two labia majora, and a touch of black, and a few lush grasses also showed their heads.
This is the most precious thing about my mother as a woman, and it is also the root cause of my son’s rationality.
My mother’s soft body made me full of lust, and I couldn’t help but stretch out my hand to cover my mother’s thigh.
As soon as I put my hand on my mother’s leg, before I had time to play with it properly, my mother’s body trembled, and she found that I was staring at her lower body with lust. She hurriedly slapped my hand away, adjusted her skirt, and stood up.
“Pervert son, you will bully your mother if you peek.”
After saying that, she turned her head and didn’t dare to look at me, but threatened me.
“If you don’t put shoes on your mother, your mother won’t take you.”
I was afraid that my mother would really not take me, so I quickly retracted my lustful thoughts and replied: “Okay, okay, don’t be angry, I will help you put on shoes.”
After saying that, I went to help my mother’s white and tender feet lift up and put them into the crystal sandals, sighing that the beautiful mother was really perfect. My mother’s jade feet were white, tender, smooth, small and cute, and the trimmed toes were dyed with a layer of red nail polish, which was very beautiful. I was slightly fascinated by it, holding my mother’s golden lotus with both hands and kissing it unconsciously on the face.
It caused my mother to moan “ah”.
Finding the sound a bit obscene, my mother quickly stretched her legs out of my arms, a little angry: “No, it’s dirty!”
I had to quickly release my mother’s little feet, put them into the shoes, and took off my mother’s other foot and put on shoes.
Then I stood up and looked at my mother, exclaiming: “This pair of high-heeled sandals really suits my mother. My mother looks more beautiful than I thought when she wears them.”
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