Sleepwalking Mom
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 34: Love Cannot Stop
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 34: Love Cannot Stop - 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
My continuous thrusting brought out the vaginal fluid from my mother’s vagina. Every time I thrust in, my mother’s vaginal fluid would be squeezed out and splashed everywhere. When I pulled out, some of the vaginal fluid would also flow down.
So the vaginal fluid from my mother mixed with the secretions from my glans, flowing along the junction of my and my mother’s sexual organs, and all over my mother’s buttocks and thighs. Even the sofa under my mother’s buttocks was wet.
The taboo mother-son incest brought my mother the same pleasure as mine, regardless of whether my mother accepted incest in her heart.
But her sensitive body must have accepted it, and the vaginal fluid flowing from her lower body was the best proof.
Moistened by the vaginal fluid, my pubic hair stuck to my mother’s pubic hair, and it kept swaying with the sexual intercourse, making a sound.
My lower abdomen kept hitting my mother’s sexy buttocks, and my scrotum also slapped my mother’s buttocks. The sound of the scrotum stained with vaginal fluid was particularly clear, and the sound of “pa pa pa” kept echoing in this living room.
The 39-year-old mother and the 19-year-old son were doing the most immoral thing in the world on the sofa. The sound of puffing and slapping accompanied by panting seemed particularly lewd on this Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night, but this lewd sound also attracted the attention of the mother.
“Be gentle, the sound is too loud, mom can’t stand it.”
Although the mother was tactful, the lewd sound reminded her all the time that there was something between her and me. However, the more the mother talked, the more excited I became. This was what I wanted but couldn’t get in the sleepwalking of the mother. So I continued to thrust in and out of the mother.
At the same time, I didn’t forget to touch her plump buttocks and slippery white legs with my hands, and play with her calves and white feet along her thighs. The mother’s feet were clever and could be held by one hand. I lifted one of the mother’s calves and saw that the shoes on her feet had not been taken off.
At this time, the calves were stretched out of the sofa, swaying like dancing butterflies with the rhythm of our intercourse.
My blood boiled, and I violently started a new round of fierce penetration and rape. I became bolder: “If you can’t stand it, just scream. I like to hear mom screaming.”
Mom felt my roughness and panted and moaned “hmm”.
But mom is mom, she can always calm her son with her gentle side, and mom tolerates my roughness with her buttocks.
“You will take advantage of mom. Mom won’t come.”
The voice is soft and gentle. Mom’s tolerance calmed the sense of violence in my heart, and I began to rape mom tenderly, and my hands relaxed and gently stroked mom’s breasts. This warm sex also touched mom.
Mom began to look at me with her eyes open. There was no escape and struggle in her eyes, but determination and a hint of shyness. Mom and I stared at each other passionately.
At this time, my dearest mother was making love with me under me. She was looking at me like this. I really hope this moment can last forever.
There was obsession in my eyes, and there was amorous glance in my mother’s eyes. This might be the love exchange between my mother and me.
At this moment, my mother and I finally blended into each other and achieved a complete combination of spirit and flesh. Under my passionate voyeurism and the fierce impact of my lower body, my mother gradually lost the battle, her waist swayed and twisted, her thighs stretched and curled up and straightened, her pistil bit my glans and held it tightly, and the flesh ridges in my mother’s vagina clamped my penis even tighter. I knew that my mother was about to climax.
I wanted to climax with her, so I pushed harder into my mother’s vagina.
My mother, who was about to climax, must have felt my thoughts, and she hurriedly said: “No! You can’t cum inside. You can’t cum for me.”
My mother spoke a little anxiously, causing her breasts to tremble.
But now her face was flushed, and her thighs were still clamped around my waist.
It seems that my mother still has a trace of reason. Although her body is very honest, our relationship prevents her from letting me cum inside her.
“Mom, your period has just ended, let me shoot inside.”
What could be more exciting than shooting inside your own mother? My lower body was still thrusting harder and harder into my mother’s vagina, making the final sprint.
“Not even during the safe period.”
Mom still couldn’t accept that her son’s semen was shot into her womb. It was too sinful.
When she heard me talk about her period, Mom was embarrassed, but she quickly responded to me.
She must have known that I had been paying attention to her for a long time, otherwise whose son would pay attention to his mother’s period? When she thought of this, Mom’s body trembled even more. Mom didn’t know that her words were an aphrodisiac for me. I lowered my head fiercely and hooked Mom’s tongue, and kissed Mom’s cherry lips passionately.
Then I desperately pushed my penis into Mom’s honey hole, and finally Mom screamed “Ah”, the sound was loud and melodious, more beautiful than a nightingale.
Along with my mother’s spring cry, the soft flesh deep in her vagina kept contracting and squeezing over, shaking, and a stream of hot lewd fluid from the deep uterus sprayed towards my glans.
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