The Story of Me and My Mom
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - It was an irresistible force. There was no inner struggle, no fierce judgment of right and wrong. That force pressed my mouth against my mother's soft lips. I didn't want to give up the hot feeling of our four lips, but my tongue couldn't help but reveal it to explore deeper into my mother. I remember deeply that my mother's mouth was hesitant.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
When I was struggling to enjoy the silky and refreshing feeling in my mother’s vagina, the “puffing” sound caused by repeated thrusting made my mother embarrassed. She tried her best to raise her waist to reduce the space for me to move in and out, or hooked her legs tightly around my hips to prevent me from moving up and down too much. I believe that she didn’t want to see any action of her son on her at that time. She seemed more willing to accept the grinding of my penis in her vagina. This is the combination of the contradiction between a mother and a 37-year-old woman, because I also felt the comfortable expression on her face and the wriggling deep in her vagina when my hot and huge penis filled my mother’s vagina.
In the noisy thunder and lightning outside, my mother and I completed the first union. After I left all the semen in my mother’s vagina and uterus, she just raised her hand and took a few pieces of toilet paper to pad her private parts. She didn’t want to get up, and she didn’t want the outside world to see any extra actions.
She ended a sex, she removed the last line of defense of a 37-year-old woman, but she still adhered to the dignity and reserve as a mother. I understand her and respect her.
The sexual desire of an 18-year-old boy was as fierce as a flood. At dawn, I climbed onto my mother’s body again. It was raining and the sky was clear. The morning sun was faintly shining into the house. Perhaps this light reminded my mother. She suddenly pulled the bed sheet to cover her chest and tried to slide her body from under me, but I, with my sexual desire already high, tightly hooked the two pieces of flesh on my mother’s buttocks to prevent her from leaving. I saw the strange look in my mother’s eyes, regretful and shy. I stopped the action and panted on my mother’s body, but the swollen penis was still tightly wrapped by my mother’s vagina. I tilted my head and dared not look at my mother’s eyes. I pulled out of my mother’s body with my breathing becoming more even. I lay quietly on one side of the bed and listened to the sound of my mother dressing. “Get up and wash your face. Go downstairs to eat something later,” my mother whispered while dressing. “Well,” I replied. The moment I left the bed, my mother lifted the bed sheet and rolled it up neatly. I knew she didn’t want to see the mess. She wanted to clean up any traces left last night. In the bright sunshine, she still played the role of a mother.
When my mother and I went out, my aunt’s father was already pacing in the corridor. When he saw us, he waved his hand and said, “You must not have slept well last night. The noise was quite loud.” Then he laughed.
In fact, I knew he was referring to the weather last night, but my mother’s face was immediately covered with a layer of blush, and my mother was touched by that sensitive nerve: “Well, it’s okay.”
My mother answered simply and walked quickly out the door.
In the days after that, when I stayed at my aunt’s house, my mother and I made passionate love every night with heavy breathing.
After returning to my home, which was decorated like new, we returned to our previous peace because we slept in separate rooms from my mother. On the surface, my mother did not show the kind of ambiguity I expected. Instead, I did not dare to look my mother in the eye, and I acted a little unnatural. Maybe this episode ended here, I thought so in my heart.
However, I have already tried the body of a mature woman, and I always fantasize about my mother when night falls. The restlessness of adolescence makes me unable to be safe and calm, but respecting my mother’s thoughts still dominates, so I can suppress my terrible desire.
Time soon came to the end of summer vacation. I will be a freshman in the next semester. I prepared for myself carefully, but the visit of two children from my grandmother’s hometown once again broke the atmosphere that was recovering between me and my mother.
At that time, the city high school could select outstanding junior high school graduates from all counties in the province to enroll. The two boys who came to my house, one was one year older than me and the other was two years older than me. They were sent here in advance from my mother’s hometown to prepare for enrollment, so they stayed in my house for a few days. According to the seniority of my hometown, I should call them brother and they called my mother aunt.
Although they came from the countryside, we were classmates after all, so we had some common language and didn’t feel alienated. Three meals a day were easy to say, just adding two more sets of chopsticks. When it was time to sleep at night, how to divide the two rooms for four people? Of course, my mother would not allow the two of them to go to her room, but in order to be humble to the guests, she arranged for them to squeeze into the small bed in my room and let me sleep on the sofa in the living room.
I didn’t say anything, but the two brothers were fighting to sleep in the living room, so I continued to sleep in the room. Of course, my mother would not agree to let guests sleep on the sofa, so in the end I stayed in the living room as she wanted.
I looked at my mother with a face full of grievance, but what I met was her reprimanding eyes. Although I was a hundred times reluctant in my heart, I still understood my mother. She couldn’t let me and her 18-year-old son sleep in the same bed in front of outsiders.
It was late at night, but I couldn’t fall asleep. My eyes were always staring at the door of my mother’s room. A wave of impulses surged in my heart. What would my mother do if I pushed open that door? Would she scold me or even slap me? I was thinking wildly in my heart.
In the dim night, it seemed as if a figure was walking towards me. I widened my eyes. The outline of a thin and slender figure became clearer and clearer. The familiar body fragrance entered my nose. I quietly watched the figure standing beside me. The dark night further set off the fair skin. The messy hair half covered the handsome face. The thin pajamas could not hide the seductive curves.
The blood began to flow faster in the body, instantly activating my primitive function. I almost stood up trembling and stood face to face in front of my mother.
“Mom, I don’t want to sleep in the living room. I can’t sleep.” I said in a very low voice.
Mom smoothed the hair on her forehead and still looked at me without saying anything. I held her hand.
“Mom, let me go to your room to sleep,” I said in a pleading tone.
Mom wanted to break free from my hand, but I held it tightly.
“Let’s go, Mom, go to your room, okay?” I said while pushing my mother to move towards her room.
Mom’s steps were passive, but seemed to be obedient. The moment I entered Mom’s room, my excitement reached its peak. I hugged Mom from behind and smelled her charming body odor. Through the thin pajamas, my hands wandered on Mom’s body, her tender thighs, slender waist, and smooth jade back. Finally, my hands stayed on Mom’s firm and full breasts. I caressed, kneaded, and squeezed them like ecstasy. Mom’s nipples quickly stood up, and Mom’s sexual desire was steaming in her body under my teasing.
Mom and I fell on her soft big bed at the same time. The room with curtains drawn was dim and dark. I couldn’t recognize Mom’s expression, but could only hear her short breathing. Mom instinctively used her weak arms to block me to maintain her dignity as a mother, but this kind of blocking was powerless and she was unwilling in her heart, because the fierce sexual desire was devouring her.
In vain, Mom kept twisting her body to avoid me taking off her thin underwear.
Finally, the underwear was stripped off her body.
What kind of body is that? It is like a flawless white jade carved by skilled craftsmen, crystal clear, and every curve is exquisite and just right. I say without any concealment that my 37-year-old mother is a beauty on earth.
My mother, who has been completely enveloped by love, panted and lay on the soft bed, letting me kiss every inch of her skin. When I stroked my mother’s beautiful cheek, lips to lips, my mother still accepted my tongue very slowly as before. She never kissed me deeply, and never sucked actively, but just touched the tip of her tongue gently. I think this is also a very instinctive reaction of my mother’s heart, because she knows that there is no love between lovers, only mother-son love.
During lovemaking, a woman’s lower body is always what men want to explore most urgently. Following my mother’s smooth thighs, my tongue moved closer to her most private part. Her panties had not yet been removed, and she subconsciously grasped the waist of her panties with both hands, using her natural shyness to protect her last line of defense.
I also stopped and stared at my mother’s genitals with burning eyes. Unlike most other women, in 1986, my mother, who had relatively open ideas, dared to wear close-fitting briefs. I remember that it was a pair of light pink cotton low-waisted panties. The small material tightly hugged my mother’s curved hips. From the gap between my mother’s slightly open legs, I could clearly see that the crotch of the panties had been soaked with saliva, and the tight cut could not completely cover my mother’s dense pubic hair.
Because the underwear was pulled tightly, the outline of the vagina was highlighted. I reached out to peel off the cute underwear, but my mother was unyielding and used her weak arms to repeatedly resist. In fact, I knew in my heart that she did this to show me her inner helplessness and struggle as a mother and a woman. My mother also knew that this was also in vain. In the end, she was destined to expose any part of herself naked and must accept her son.
When the underwear that covered all the secrets of a woman was slowly slid off, my mother covered her vagina with her crossed hands, which once again revealed her female instinct, as if telling me that my mother was hesitant and vague, but I clearly saw that her abundant vaginal fluid was dripping from the dark red vagina, which made me very excited.
The engorged penis swelled to the extreme. After more than ten days, I entered my mother’s body again. My urgent thrusting made my mother feel uncomfortable. She didn’t want her son to vent his sexual desire so roughly on her. What she wanted was slow and unobtrusive, and not to give her any awareness of her sexual intercourse. Perhaps only in this way could she coordinate her contradictory mentality as a mother and a woman at the same time.
I slowed down the pace and pushed in slowly every time, which allowed my sensitive glans to taste every bit of my mother’s vagina.
My mother’s soft vagina was tighter, which made me feel that my penis was tightly grasped. Perhaps it was because my mother was relatively tall, I could hardly touch the bottom of her vagina.
I used my arm to gently support my mother’s waist, signaling her to raise her hips to cater to my insertion, but my mother pushed my hand away, telling me in a non-verbal way that she rejected having sex with her son in that way. I had no choice but to withdraw my hand, but my inner desire for my mother’s womb made me anxious. I lifted my mother’s slender legs and tried to use this posture for the first time to explore the depth I wanted.
My mother naturally knew my intention. As mentioned earlier, she could not accept having sex with her son in any “rape” way, so my mother pressed my shoulders with her soft thighs to separate me from her, but I had firmly blocked any of her movements, and the red and swollen glans had already reached the wet and slippery entrance of the vagina. Without a moment’s pause, I pushed my penis hard. It was another unforgettable insertion. I reached the depth I wanted, and the glans touched my mother’s womb. A tingling feeling flowed from the glans to the whole body, as if there was another mouth of my mother, which could suck and lick the urgent glans.