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Chapter 30
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 30 - 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
After sitting in the living room for a while, I finally couldn’t hold back the boredom in my heart. I took out my phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to my mother: “Mom, are you asleep?”
After waiting for a while, I saw my mother’s reply: “Well, I’m getting ready for bed. You should go to bed early too.”
It seems that my mother is really avoiding me. It’s not that my desire is so strong now. After all, I just ejaculated three times yesterday. The desire today is not too strong. But my mother’s perfunctory attitude made me a little angry. After calming down for a moment, an idea flashed through my mind.
I washed up, put on a pair of boxer briefs that showed off my muscular body, and knocked on my parents’ door.
“Dad, are you asleep?”
“Not yet, come in.” Dad’s voice came from inside the door.
I opened the door and went in. My parents were lying on the bed, playing with their cell phones. My dad was only wearing a pair of loose pajamas, and my mom was wearing her purple silk nightgown with a thin quilt draped over her belly, revealing part of her snow-white skin.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” Dad asked.
“I can’t sleep when I think about living in the school dormitory tomorrow.” I pretended to be a startled baby bird.
“Hey, you still call yourself a man, you were so confident during the day, but now you know you can’t sleep?” Dad laughed. It was not surprising, after all, it was the first time.
“Well, I don’t know why, but I’m a little scared.” I was not ashamed and openly showed my weakness and pitifulness.
My mother hadn’t noticed my intention yet, so she put away her phone and said with a faint smile, “I’ve never seen you so timid before.”
“I’ll sleep with you guys tonight. I’ll be leaving tomorrow. It feels like I’m leaving home forever.” I revealed my true intentions.
“Okay, let’s spend time together as a family of three to strengthen our relationship today.” Although Dad was a little surprised, he felt it was reasonable and agreed without any hesitation.
But my mother’s face changed slightly. After my father finished speaking, she said, “You are so old now, it’s inappropriate for you to sleep together.”
Before I could say anything, my father spoke first: “What’s the big deal? It’s just one night. I haven’t had a good chat with my son for a long time.”
Without waiting for my mother’s reaction, I quickly jumped between the two of them and said cheerfully, “Dad, Mom, you two sleep a little closer. I want to sleep in the middle.”
Although the bed was big and the air conditioning was sufficient, it was still a bit hot for three people to sleep on it in June. But I still pulled the quilt over me, chatted with my father, and my hand hidden in the quilt reached out to my mother inch by inch.
Yes, that’s right, I admitted that I would not touch you again, but you also promised to help me, right? Right, Mom?
My hand soon touched my mother’s plump thigh. My mother, who had been silent all the time, was shocked all over and immediately held my hand tightly, trying to pull my hand away.
But how could I give up at this moment? While chatting with my father, I firmly placed my hands on my mother’s thighs and gradually wanted to move closer to the triangle area.
To be honest, my desire was not strong at the moment. Although it seemed tough, I was actually just expressing an attitude to my mother.
“When will you bring your girlfriend home so that your mother and I can see her?” Dad lay flat on his side and continued speaking.
“Okay, I’ll show you guys when I have a chance, but my taste is a little worse than yours.” I joked, and my hand stretched towards my mother’s triangle area was still moving forward unwaveringly. Feeling my mother’s resistance, I said directly: “Mom, your hand is pressing on my hand, please let it go a little.”
The mother was startled when she heard this, and her hands relaxed instantly. She paused for two seconds, and when she saw that the father didn’t react, she spoke in an impatient tone: “You had to come here by yourself, if you don’t like the crowd, get out now.”
“Dad, look, my mom hates me.” My fingers were familiar with the way, and finally reached my mom’s vagina through her nightgown and underwear. My mom put her hand on mine again, but this time she didn’t dare to use force, for fear that I would say something shocking again.
The lights in the bedroom were dim, and my father was still scrolling through the videos on his phone. He smiled and responded, “It’s a little hot. Don’t mention your mother. I kind of dislike you.”
Under the quilt, I began to gently massage my mother’s vagina through her clothes. The silky nightgown felt good. My hands didn’t move much, only my middle finger moved slightly up and down.
The mother felt her sensitive labia being tickled by her son and she pursed her lips tightly. Her husband was right next to her, so she didn’t dare make any strange sound. After forcing herself to endure for a moment, she flipped her thighs and turned sideways with her back to me. My hand was naturally squeezed out and at the same time, she yawned in cooperation.
“Dad, tell me how you pursued my mom so I can learn a few tricks.” My hand under the quilt reached out to my mother’s buttocks again. They were round and firm, and coupled with the silky nightgown, I couldn’t let go.
“Haha, I remember that when your mother entered university, she was targeted by a lot of people. What a coincidence, your mother just joined the school’s publicity department...” Dad put down his phone and began to tell the story. The story was still the same, but the perspective was different, so the content was also different.
But what remained the same was my dirty hands and feet. As I listened to my father’s story, my fingers slid along my mother’s silky nightgown into her crotch and climbed towards her vagina again.
Mom’s thighs were tightly clamped together, and with the barrier of the nightgown, my fingers could not go any further after passing a few centimeters past Mom’s anus. Feeling the tight thighs trembling slightly, I smiled slightly, pulled out my fingers, slowly moved down a few centimeters, passed the hem of the nightgown, and directly inserted my hand between the tightly closed thighs. The smooth and plump thigh meat could not stop my fingers from moving forward. In the narrow leg gap, my fingers soon touched Mom’s soft labia again.
My mother trembled slightly, took a deep breath, and then remained silent. She just turned up the volume of her mobile phone. The sound of the video on the phone became louder, and the movements of my fingertips gradually became louder.
My father was completely unaware and was still talking about his past love affairs. I was like a supporting actor, answering from time to time to indicate that I was stopping. In fact, 90% of my energy was already on my mother.
As my fingertips circled her tender labia, my mother’s body began to tremble slightly, and her plump and tender thighs unconsciously opened a little, making it easier for my hands to caress her sensitive vagina.
Feeling my mother’s gradually damp underwear, I smiled in my heart. I don’t know if my mother’s body is so sensitive, or if her son’s playing with her in front of her husband made her unable to control herself. In any case, her body is always not as repellent as her words.