Chapter 33: Pleasure

She kept moaning, and the erotic sex play full of taboos between mother and son made my mother’s heart beat faster. I saw my mother’s face flushed, her eyes were blurred and empty, and my mother was also intoxicated by this kind of taboo pleasure.

Finally, my mother trembled under my biting her nipples again, and her legs trembled with the obscene cry of “ah ah”.

My mother actually climaxed when I played with her nipples. Although it was not big, it gave me a big shock. My mother, a good wife and mother, was caressed by my nipples to climax.

“Mom, are you comfortable?”

I teased my mother playfully.

The sensitive mother had an orgasm, and fell softly in my arms, her face became more charming. My mother was too shy to answer me, but just leaned her face into my arms.

At this time, my mother was like a lamb, letting me slaughter her. I picked up one of my mother’s big white legs and looked down. The love juice that flowed out wet my mother’s thin underwear, which became somewhat transparent, reflecting my mother’s oily petals and cherry grass. After just having an orgasm, the rich orchid fragrance emanating from my mother’s honey hole continued to rise.

I got closer, breathing in the breath that kept gushing out of my mother’s lower body, and staring with my eyes wide open, afraid of missing any scenery.

My mother turned her head and saw that I was staring at her lower body obsessively. She was a little ashamed and instinctively stretched out her hand to cover it.

“You can’t look there, it’s so embarrassing. Son, please spare your mother. It’s really not allowed there.”

My mother lowered her head and dared not look at me, but at this time, the soft and slippery mother was not as strong as me. I grabbed my mother’s hand and put it aside, and with the other hand I pulled my mother’s thin underwear. My mother’s reaction this time was even greater.

“No, I’m your mother, you can’t take off my panties, stop it.”

This is her last line of defense as a mother. My mother protected it tightly and looked very nervous.

My mother, who had just had an orgasm, was not as strong as me, and her words seemed to remind me of our mother-son relationship, and she wanted to use her mother’s identity to suppress me and make me stop.

But this only made me feel more excited. My mother was powerless and could not resist her son. Her thin panties were still roughly pulled open by me and hung on her knees.

It was so beautiful. Although I had seen my mother’s vagina many times.

But I didn’t see it as clearly as this time. The germanium-red flesh slit opened and closed, covering the labia minora inside, revealing the pink stamen inside like a flower. My mother’s pubic hair was fine and soft, extending from the pubic mound to the honey hole. There was also a ball of soft meat in the flesh slit. I knew it was my mother’s sensitive clitoris. My mother’s sexual organs were exposed to my eyes without reservation.

After being moistened by the vaginal fluid, it was wet and slippery. I felt unsatisfied, so I pulled my mother’s panties down again, but I didn’t take them off completely. Instead, I left one leg hanging on half of my mother’s foot. The tempting panties looked shaky, but such a mother looked more sexy and lewd.