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Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 33
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 33 - 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
Seeing that my mother was willing to join in the fun, my cock was so hard that it was about to explode. I calmed down and continued to edit the text: “Mom, your feet are so tender and fragrant. Do you feel your son’s tongue licking your toes? They are wet and slippery.”
“Hmm, it’s a little itchy, hold it in your mouth and don’t move.”
“Then you put one hand on your vagina and started masturbating in front of your son.” I don’t know if my mother did what I said, so I just assumed that she did it.
“Um.”
“Are you still sitting in front of the mirror?”
“Um.”
“Look at yourself in the mirror. You are giving your son a foot job and masturbating in front of him. Isn’t that lewd?”
“yes.”
“Is there water flowing down there?”
“It’s a lot.”
“You’re my mother, and you’ve leaked so much fluid that it’s unbearable. How about I lick it clean for you?”
“Okay, lick it clean. But why does the water appear more and more the more you lick it?” I can smell my mother’s seductive scent through the words.
“That’s right. It’s all dripping onto my dick. What should I do? My dick is all stained by your cum.”
“I’m sorry, can mom help you clean it up?”
“No, I want my mom to lick it clean for me.”
“Okay, mommy will lick you.”
“How is it? What does your own vaginal fluid taste like?”
“have no idea.”
“It’s salty.”
“Yeah, it’s a bit salty.”
“My semen tastes better or Mom’s own pussy juice tastes better?”
“Your cum tastes better.”
“Then Mommy, can you eat my semen every day from now on?”
“Okay, eat it every day.”
“But my semen accidentally shot onto your feet.”
Even Wen Ai’s mother began to play dumb: “It’s okay, just wash your feet.”
“Wouldn’t it be a waste to wash it?”
“What do you want?”
“Mom can eat it, too.”
“It got on my feet. It’s so dirty.”
“Mom’s feet are not dirty. I have licked them so many times. They smell very good.”
“No.” Mom refused firmly.
When my plan failed, I came up with another one. “Then don’t wash it. Put on your stockings, covered with semen, and put on your high heels. How about we go shopping together?”
Then he sent another message: “The semen is sticky and slippery around your feet, soaking your stockings. You walk on the road, and your wet stockings slip in your high heels. But you can’t let others see it. Isn’t it exciting?”
“You are really perverted.” Mom was obviously a little speechless.
“My perversion, my purity, my love, my desire, everything about me, I want to give it all to you. Mom, will you tolerate everything about me?”
My mother just sighed, and after a while, she sent another message: “I’m just chatting with you, don’t think too much.”
“Yeah, since we’re just chatting, why can’t you let me imagine it? It’s not real anyway.”
“As long as you don’t take it seriously.”
“No, thank you, Mom.”
“Let’s stop here for today and go to bed early.”
“Yeah, okay, I want to see your face one last time, okay?” Actually, I mainly wanted to see my mother’s expression. When the fake becomes real, the real becomes fake. I wanted to see whether I took it seriously or she took it seriously.
“Remember to delete the chat history after reading it.”
“Yeah. Be good.jpg”
After waiting for a while, a selfie taken by the front camera was sent to me. My mother’s face was slightly red. Although she tried to look serious, the seductiveness hidden between her eyebrows was still revealed through her spring-like eyes. Hehe, you are not without feeling.
After admiring it for a long time, Fiona finally deleted the chat history reluctantly. Then I got out of bed and splashed cold water on my face several times before I calmed down the blood in my chest.
When the lights were turned off, I ignored my roommates who were continuing their nightlife, covered my head and fell into a deep sleep.
After a good sleep, I felt much better. After washing up, I took another selfie with my hair still wet. Looking at the energetic self in the photo, I nodded with satisfaction. This photo should be enough to give back to my mother, at least to let her know that chatting with her son for a while is not without effect.
Study life was still dull and boring, with flirting with Fiona becoming the only bright spot. But what really kept me going in studying was chatting with my mom in the evening.
After evening self-study, I quickly returned to the dormitory, washed up, lay on the bed and started playing with my mobile phone.
My roommates all thought I was chatting with Fiona and no one asked me any questions.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“Writing a paper, you’re done with get out of class?”
“Well, why did you start writing a paper?”
“The school is evaluating associate professors, so I’ll prepare in advance.”
“You haven’t washed yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Let me see it.”
“Wait, I’ll finish this paragraph.”
After chatting with Fiona for a while, a photo of my mother was sent to me soon. My mother was wearing a gray chiffon shirt and a pair of slim white trousers. She looked intellectual and mature, but her undulating curves added a bit of charm to this intellectual temperament.
“So beautiful. Put on your high heels too. Still in the same pose as yesterday. Wear only half of the high heel you lifted up. It would be best if we could record a video.”
“You are the only one who has too many things to do.”
“Hehe~”
Then my mother sent me a video, which was only about ten seconds long. She was sitting on a stool with her legs crossed and moving up and down. Half of her foot was wearing a pair of black high heels. The high heels looked very dazzling against her snow-white skin, and in the video they were also moving up and down slightly as her feet swayed.
“Did you sleep well last night? How are you feeling today?” Mom was indeed concerned about this question.
I sent the photo I took this morning. I felt I looked pretty good, energetic, and handsome. “Not bad. I’m obviously in a different state today.”
“That’s good.”
“I still have to thank my mother.”
“Stop talking nonsense and finish it quickly. I still have to write my paper.” Mom was very graceful today.
“Mom, you look so strong today, like a queen.”
“so what?”
“So lick my cock.”
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