Mom's Bottom Line
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 33
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 33 - In an instant, the mother's eyes widened, her mind went blank, and her face was ashen. When the boy's face came into her eyes, and when she realized that the man having sex with her was her son, the mother felt as if the sky had fallen. The bottom line of society, the bottom line of ethics, and the bottom line of being a mother were trampled on at this moment.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Aunt
I saw my aunt walk to the bed and squat down, approaching the position between my mother’s legs, and used one hand to push aside my mother’s thong underwear, while aiming the glans of the dildo at my mother’s vaginal opening.
She did not rush to insert it, but used the glans of the dildo to rub gently between my mother’s two labia. The flesh hole, which had just been squirting under the aunt’s fingers, trembled and squirmed. At this time, my mother, who was already in lust, subconsciously raised her honey hole and fat buttocks and swayed irregularly with the friction of the dildo, and she let out a charming moan.
Everyone has lust, even my mother who is usually unattainable, majestic and decisive. At this time, under the dual effects of aphrodisiacs and drugs, her perfect body is like a doe in heat, allowing her own sister to play with it.
“Sister, my penis is not worse than yours, right?”
Just like men like to discuss the length of their penis in private, women are no exception. Emily and her sister occasionally share some of their private matters. For example, aunt and mother know that they like to use vibrators when they are lonely, and they also discuss how to use vibrators to reach orgasm faster and more comfortably...
After all, with the higher education received by mother and aunt, it is impossible for them to cheat in marriage and violate morality. Since their husbands are busy with their careers, they can only rely on masturbation when they have physical needs.
Although this kind of thing is a bit difficult to talk about, it is much more moral than cheating, right?
However, sisters are sisters, and discussing masturbation in private is only once or twice. Whether it is aunt or mother, it is impossible to show off the vibrators they have used to each other.
So aunt suddenly had the idea of comparison.
However, how could my mother, whose body was dominated by lust, answer her question? She just twisted her body unconsciously and kept moving closer to the vibrator that kept rubbing against her vaginal opening, as if she couldn’t wait to swallow it.
Seeing that the wolf tooth condom on the vibrator was almost wet by the vaginal secretion of my mother, it was shining brightly under the light, and my aunt raised a smile at the corner of her mouth.
“Sister, am I going to start?”
After aiming at my mother’s vaginal opening, my aunt grabbed the vibrator and thrust it in violently, and it was inserted halfway smoothly, making a fart-like puffing sound. My mother’s vagina was already very sensitive under my aunt’s fingering, and under the dual effects of aphrodisiac and drug, this insertion was like a fuse that ignited explosives, immediately triggering a chain reaction.
“Ah...”
When the vibrator was quickly inserted into my mother’s vagina, my mother, who was completely unprepared, let out a sharp moan, which echoed in the bedroom with lights as bright as day. At the same time, my mother’s buttocks suddenly lifted up, and her legs were stretched out hard, but they were locked like shackles by the tight trousers that were pulled down to the heels. The three-inch jade feet wrapped in moon-white low-heeled shoes left the bed.
“Puff, puff...” After inserting the vibrator, my aunt pinched the vibrator and pumped it in and out of my mother’s vagina like a man’s penis, and the love fluid in my mother’s vagina made waves of friction and pumping sounds.
“Ah ... don’t ... be gentle, be gentle ... um...”
The rapid thrusting made my mother feel like she was in heaven. My aunt’s hands were as fast as lightning, much faster than my mother’s secret masturbation. My mother’s delicate body twisted violently. She seemed to realize what was going on. After all, her body was too familiar with this kind of “cold and hard” thrusting. What was different from the past was that this hard and cold penis was not as smooth as before, but full of irregular protrusions that constantly scraped her sensitive and delicate flesh wall, increasing the pleasure of her body several times.
My mother’s body symbolically refused a few times, then slowly gave up the struggle and began to twist her hips and buttocks to cooperate with the thrusting of the vibrator. The strong stimulation and satisfaction made my mother only open her mouth to moan. The frequency of the moan almost followed the frequency of the thrusting of the vibrator in my aunt’s hand. The whole room suddenly rang with my mother’s ecstatic moans, and the sound of the vibrator pumping in my mother’s vagina.
Puff, puff!
Auntie raised a cold smile, with a sense of excitement of revenge on her face. She took the vibrator and thrust it into my mother’s vagina quickly. My mother’s labia kept concave and everted with the thrust of the vibrator. The labia became thicker and thicker. The vaginal fluid and love juice were pulled out along the vibrator, slid over my mother’s anus and flowed onto the bed sheet. The irregular pattern on the bed sheet wetted by the vaginal fluid kept getting bigger.
“Sister, you are really made of water...” Auntie glanced at the bed sheet wetted by my mother’s vaginal fluid with a teasing look. In less than ten minutes, the bed sheet under my mother was almost wet by one-third, especially the area below her peach buttocks, which gathered into a small puddle. Because it didn’t have time to soak down, it turned into a stream.
As a woman, my aunt naturally had squirting, but she found that her amount of water was nothing compared to that of her sister. She never thought that a woman could produce so much vaginal fluid.
Could it be the effect of aphrodisiacs?
Some of my aunt, who was unwilling to admit defeat, thought to herself that she had always wanted to compete with her sister in everything since she was a child, and she was unwilling to lose to her sister even in this matter, so she could only comfort herself in this way at this time.
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