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Chapter 16
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 16 - I want to be a good mother... I don't want to let my husband down... But, it's so satisfying...so painful...so unbridled...so beautiful... Adam...my only son...the son I carried for ten months...I really...can't live without him...Yes, I'm not in love with him...I just...can't live without him... Give love to my husband and body to my son?
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
“You did well in English today.” After checking my English homework, my mother was very satisfied because I did not make any mistakes today and got almost all the answers right. Of course, it was also because the homework today was not too difficult.
“Of course, you don’t know how hard I worked.” I buried my head in my mother’s broad chest again.
“The same applies to other subjects.” Mom has already accepted this level of contact, but her body is still a little uncomfortable. I can hear her heart beating very fast.
“Mom, ever since I stopped having wild thoughts, I seem to have become a lot smarter and I understand everything I hear in class.” I began to sweeten her heart.
“I don’t know what sin I committed to give birth to a son like you.” Mom sighed and could do nothing about me.
“Mom, I will treat you well.” I put my arms around my mother’s waist.
“Forget it. I can’t afford it.” Mom didn’t push me away. Her arms hung naturally, allowing me to release the pressure of studying in her arms.
“Let me give you a massage.”
“No, I don’t know you yet.”
“Come on, can’t I be nicer to you?” I stood up and started kneading her smooth shoulders without saying anything.
Mom sighed and said nothing.
“Mom, are you reading The Interpretation of Dreams?” I began to find something to say.
“Um.”
“So what do you think about Oedipus complex?” My hands were very still.
“The Interpretation of Dreams”, written by Freud. I roughly read some of it and attributed the dreams to repressed desires. Anyway, it was all due to the childhood Oedipus complex.
“Have you seen it?” Mom was a little surprised.
“After reading some of them, I found that I was afraid when I had the wrong idea about you, so...”
“Tsk, you still know how to be afraid?” Mom sneered.
“Well, after he said that the Oedipus complex is a common consciousness among human beings, I am not afraid anymore.” I chuckled and slid my hand from her shoulder along her skin to her breast.
Mom stopped my hands from sliding toward her breasts at the edge of her pajamas. “Don’t you know? Nobel Prize winner Meadow called it the most amazing and arrogant intellectual fraud of the 20th century.”
My mother has always liked to debate with me.
“But the psychological system it established has not been disproven, and Meadow is a physiologist, not a psychologist.” I pulled my hands out of my mother’s hands, made another angle, and reached out for her breasts again.
“It has not been proven either, just like metaphysics. If it has not been proved or disproven, it cannot be said to be scientific, nor can it be said to be correct.” My mother stopped me with both hands again. While I was invading her, her thoughts were very clear.
“So what? You want to prove that I am a unique pervert?” I know that my mother is not trying to convince me, but to convince herself. However, physical persuasion is often more powerful than verbal persuasion. I no longer try to test her, and my hands roughly climb onto her soft breasts.
My mother frowned as she held my breasts in her hands. She tried to take them away and resisted me, “Well, I want to say that you are not doing this right.”
“Freedom exists if there is nothing prohibited by law. I remember you support this view.” I like my mother’s serious look. I can’t control her breasts with one hand, so I can only circle around the base of her breasts and squeeze the breast flesh towards the upper part of her breasts.
“It’s not illegal~~um~~but it’s not~~moral.” Mom twisted her legs and used her hands to try to remove the evil claws that were invading her breasts, but how could she win against a righteous young me.
My hands gradually moved upwards to rub her breasts. I couldn’t reach into her nightgown because of her hands. I kissed her back from behind and licked her smooth skin. I continued, “Morality is only a temporary custom and is not necessarily right. Like women used to follow the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, like the story of Guo Ju burying his son in the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars, is this right?”
Guo Ju Buries His Son tells the story of Guo Ju’s family being poor. His mother saved food to feed her grandson, so Guo Ju planned to dig a hole to bury her son. While digging the hole, he found gold and everyone was happy.
Obviously, my mother couldn’t say that this was right. She endured my caress and hot kisses, her face flushed, but she still said intermittently: “From ancient times to the present, there has never been such a truth.”
When my mother was powerless to refute, her hands gradually became soft and no longer exerted force. I took the opportunity to put my hands into her nightgown, and my ten fingers directly touched the smooth and soft breast flesh. I continued, “Of course not, isn’t the Oedipus complex something that happened in ancient times?”
Feeling my hot palms directly on her sensitive breasts, my mother’s body trembled slightly again, her legs moved up and down shyly, exuding a faint spring feeling, but she still forced herself to remain calm: “That was a tragedy~~ Um~~ Do you have to~~ Um~~ repeat the tragedy?”
“That’s not a tragedy, it’s a metaphor. As long as we don’t say it and others don’t know, what tragedy can it be?” After saying that, regardless of my mother’s still struggling body, I firmly grasped her earlobe from behind.
When I was unreasonable, my mother had no choice but to start breathing heavier and her face getting hotter.
Before, I played with my mother’s breasts through clothes, but today I was finally able to touch them directly without any obstacles. I played with them for a long time, but I couldn’t get enough. I circled from the base of the breast and gradually squeezed it upwards. The smooth and soft flesh filled my palm. Slowly, my fingers climbed up the hardened nipple and scratched it slightly with my nails, causing a tremor. Then I focused on the uneven areola.
I touched my mother’s areola with my fingertips and could clearly feel that it was covered with small bumps. I carefully searched for small dots on the areola. When I found one, I gently tapped it with my fingernails. Every time I tapped it, my mother would tremble. After a while, my mother became itchy and unbearable. Her face was flushed and she looked dazed. She lay on my shoulder with her head tilted back, holding the armrests of the chair with both hands. Her crossed legs trembled slightly, and she used subtle friction to relieve the emptiness of her vagina.
After playing with the areola for a long time, my fingers finally touched my mother’s nipples, which had already become hard. I pinched the nipples gently, and then let go. The teasing made my mother more and more unbearable. Her plump thighs separated for a moment, and then changed positions and overlapped again. The twisting and rubbing movements gradually became stronger.
Realizing this, I was so happy that I finally let go of my mother’s ears and neck. “Mom, your body is very sensitive.”
“Shut up.” Mom closed her eyes, her voice was not angry but full of shame.
“Stand up.” I used my hands to lift my mother’s breasts up. My mother stood up obediently. Then I took my hands away from her chest, pulled away my mother’s chair, stood behind her and hugged her, and once again put my cock against her beautiful buttocks.
“Don’t move~” Mom turned around and stopped me.
“What’s wrong?” I hugged her curvy body tightly and was about to kiss her tempting red lips.
“Can I help you like I did yesterday?” Mom dodged my attack and panted slightly.
“What?” I kissed her neck to hide my evil smile.
“Just~use your feet~~” Mom turned her head away shyly.
“You mean ... a foot job?”
“Hmm~” Mom’s voice is as soft as a mosquito.
“No hurry.” I pulled my cock out of my mother’s buttocks, pressed it down, and stuck it to the hot flower path again. My hands also passed through her armpits and grasped her big breasts again.
“Adam, don’t~” There was a desk in front and me behind. My mother’s body, tightly wearing a black nightgown, was sandwiched in the middle, unable to move forward or backward.
“You said you would help me. I didn’t insert it, so what’s the matter?” The penis rubbed against my mother’s labia through her clothes, slightly relieving the itchiness of her vagina. My mother supported herself on the desk with her arms, exhaling slightly, and stopped talking.
It’s not the first time, why are you pretending~~ I laughed secretly in my heart.
It seems that my mother’s bottom line is penetration. Yesterday, she stopped resisting when I said she would not take off her underwear. Also, after I ran away from home, she could no longer refuse me to take advantage of her, so she could only hold on to her bottom line.
Of course I would not be satisfied with this. After rubbing through the clothes for a while, I withdrew my hands from kneading her breasts, held my mother’s waist with one hand, pressed her back with the other hand, and pushed her towards the desk.
“Lie down on the table.”
Following my force, my mother leaned her entire upper body onto my desk, her head buried in her folded arms. Her big breasts pressed down on the English exercise books that had not yet been put away, and her white and tender breast flesh squeezed out through the edge of her nightgown. The hem of her nightgown was also slightly lifted, only covering most of her buttocks.
Seeing my mother lying down obediently with her hair completely blocking her vision, I was very satisfied. I sank my ten fingers into her buttocks and spread her buttocks with both hands. I exerted force with my waist, and my cock hit her labia hard through my pants and her panties. My crotch hit her buttocks, causing a surge in her buttocks.
“Hmm~~” Mom’s body trembled and a faint moan came from her hair.
I don’t know why, but I particularly like the doggy style. Even though I’m still wearing pants, I feel much more comfortable than yesterday when I was only wearing underwear.
I couldn’t help but reach out and slap my mother’s big buttocks. The elastic buttocks and the smooth and plump touch made me excited to the point of madness.
“Hmm~~” A slap brought about a wave of flesh, and the slight pain made my mother let out a moan from her throat.
Seeing that my mother didn’t object, I slapped her again, “Pah.”
“Hmm~~” As my mother moaned, her pussy seemed to get a little wet?
Do all women like this move? Fiona does, and so does my mother. Of course I like it too. The soft touch and crisp sound on the buttocks give me a strong sense of conquest. Perhaps, women also like this feeling of being conquered?
“Mmm~~Mmm~~Mmm~~Mmm~~” She kept moaning, and her mature and beautiful body was hit by me again and again. She was shaking with the impact, and her big tits pressed on the English exercise book kept moving, and her nipples and the exercise book kept rubbing against each other. At the same time, I kept slapping my mother’s buttocks, and soon, the obscene fluid from my mother’s lower body could not be stopped, overflowing from the small hole wrapped in her underwear, gradually wetting her thighs.
After pounding it like this for a long time, I suddenly turned sideways and pulled out my dick, and used my middle finger to rub straight across the labia, finding the labia hidden in between.
“Ah~~~” Mom’s voice suddenly became high-pitched, she raised her head abruptly, and her black hair swayed and scattered.
“Mom, are you comfortable?” My fingertips began to circle around my mother’s labia, and at the same time, my other hand slapped my mother’s big butt, “Pa”.
“Hmm~ah~~” Mom ‘s nasal voice is low and lazy, full of temptation.