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Chapter 20
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 20 - 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
Atmosphere is something that cannot be seen or touched, but no one can deny its existence.
Back at the hotel, the originally peaceful atmosphere between my mother and I gradually turned into an awkward ambiguity.
The sound of running water echoed in the hot spring bath, disturbing people’s hearts. I was the first to speak: “Mom, I’m going to take a bath. Can you come with me?”
“I don’t need it. I’m already sweating a little. You go ahead and soak in the bath. I’ll rest for a while.” Mom pretended to be calm.
The time was not right, so I didn’t force him to do it. “Then please turn down the air conditioner for me.”
“What’s wrong with running the cold bubble hot spring?” Mom sat on the sofa and glanced at me sideways.
I took off my clothes except for my underwear and jumped into the water with a splash. The warm water was very comfortable and immediately took away my fatigue from the day. I like swimming and the small pool was soon full of splashes. Unfortunately, the pool was not big and the water was too shallow for me to swim.
After playing for a while, I looked at my mother taking off her shoes, and I had bad thoughts again, so I advised her, “Mom, try it, it’s very comfortable.”
“Forget it, just go to the bar.” The mother was obviously embarrassed to take the initiative to take off her clothes in front of her son, not to mention they had to be squeezed together. If those things had not happened between her and me before, it would have been nothing, but these things had already happened, and she could no longer say that she had a clear conscience.
I continued to persuade him: “Hot springs are good for the skin. Didn’t you say that time flies by? Scientific research shows that hot springs can delay skin aging and are also good for the body.”
I don’t know if it is true, but it just sounds like that.
“Really?” Although my mother is a university lecturer and can be considered an intellectual, no one can be sure about things that have always been just rumors.
“If that doesn’t work, you can also soak your feet. You must be tired after walking for a long time. It’s really comfortable.” I can only lower my goal. In fact, it’s just hot water, nothing magical, but soaking in hot water can relax pores and relieve fatigue, which is not a lie.
Unable to resist my persuasion, and since it was just a foot bath, there was no need to take off clothes, and she was indeed a little tired after walking for a long time, my mother finally got up and walked towards the bathing pool with graceful steps.
Mom walked to the poolside, pulled her feet out of the hotel’s disposable slippers, tightened her jade feet, and slowly sank her toes into the water. After testing the water temperature, Mom stepped on the steps at the bottom of the pool, put her other foot in, sat by the pool, and gently swayed her feet in the water.
Seeing that my mother was already sitting by the pool, I took action, grabbed her feet that were shaking in the water, and said, “Mom, let me wash your feet.”
“You little pervert, you don’t even mind the dirt.” Mom’s pretty face turned slightly red, but she showed a look of disgust.
“If you say it’s dirty again, I’ll kiss it.” I lifted one of my mother’s little feet threateningly.
It was obvious that my mother couldn’t stand this kind of flirtatious conversation. She glared at me in reproach and stopped talking.
I grabbed my mother’s feet and washed them carefully, or it would be more accurate to say I touched them. Her snow-white feet turned slightly red after soaking in the hot spring, and they felt even softer and more tender to the touch. Her toes, which were curled up due to nervousness, were also extremely cute.
Seeing that I couldn’t let go of her feet, my mother finally couldn’t help but asked, “Is it so fun?”
“Yes, doesn’t Dad want to play?” This was the first time I mentioned my father in an ambiguous atmosphere. It was a small test.
“Your father is not as perverted as you.” Mom curled up her jade feet and did not have any extreme reaction.
“Won’t you be bored?” I almost blurted out this sentence, but fortunately I held it back.
“Mom, what do you like about my dad?” I asked curiously while stroking my mother’s jade feet. I felt so guilty that I was about to explode. I was clearly desecrating my mother’s body, but I was exploring the love between my father and mother.
“It’s just the right person at the right time,” my mother answered casually.
I inserted my fingers into the gap between my mother’s toes and slowly thrust them in and out like a penis in a vagina, while continuing, “Tell me more about why you fell in love with him.”
Mom didn’t notice my little action, lost in memories...
“The first time I met your dad was when the university student union was recruiting new members. At that time, I was a freshman and your dad was the head of the Propaganda Department. Coincidentally, I joined the Propaganda Department ... Don’t make trouble, it’s itchy ... Your dad is good-looking and has a good temperament...”
I looked at my mother who was lost in her memories, and gently took off my underwear, revealing my hard cock, and gently rubbed my mother’s feet on it.
My mother propped herself up with her hands behind her back, staring at the curtains in a trance. She didn’t notice my movements and continued to recall, “He was courting me every day at that time. I had just graduated from high school and was looking forward to love. Plus, I had a good impression of him, so I didn’t really refuse...”
Looking at my mother’s breasts that were raised because of the back support, my heart felt warm, and I lifted one of my mother’s jade feet and kissed it.
My mother frowned and looked at me. She bent her legs slightly and moved her feet away from my face. Her beautiful face showed displeasure: “Are you still listening?”
I said seriously, “Please continue. I’m listening. I didn’t refuse. What next?”
“How can I talk when you’re like that?” It’s very uncomfortable to be interrupted when you’re lost in reminiscence, and my mother’s dissatisfaction was evident in her words.
“Mom, please tell me, was it my dad who confessed his love to you?” I said without mentioning what I was doing.
Mom took her foot off my dick again, glared at me in dissatisfaction, and continued, “Of course it was him, it was Christmas Eve...”
I pulled the two jade feet over again and put them together to form a foot hole. The crimson cock gently f•©ked the snow-white and lustful jade feet in the waves.
My mother seemed to recall the time when my father confessed his love to her. A trace of happiness appeared on her lips, and she continued, “That day he notified me to go to the Propaganda Department office for a meeting, but when I went there it was pitch black. I thought I was being tricked, but when I entered, the colorful lights suddenly lit up, and the office was filled with flowers and Christmas trees...”