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Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 34
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 34 - 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
There was no one at home, so I simply called my mother: “Mom, where are you?”
“You were at school, are you home?” Mother’s voice is still so sweet, like the sound of icy spring water and pearls falling on a silver plate.
“Why do you go to school on the weekend?” Although my mother’s voice was very nice, I was still a little annoyed.
“Check some information in the library. Didn’t you say it was difficult to get leave? I thought you weren’t coming back.”
“It’s hard to ask for leave, but I miss you.”
“Go~ I don’t know you. Have you eaten?”
“No, I just miss the meal you cooked for me.” I flattered him.
“It’s already past six o’clock. It won’t be too late for me to cook when I come back. Let’s just eat outside.” My mother is not a very diligent person. She usually doesn’t do anything if she can avoid it. She hires a housekeeper to clean the house every week.
Perhaps it is this kind of leisurely life that keeps her figure and skin so good.
“Then don’t eat out. I’ll order takeout and eat at home. When can you be home?” I returned home after a week away and didn’t really want to go out again.
“That’s fine. It’ll take about an hour to get home. Do you have any money left?” The cost of living on campus is naturally a little higher than before, but there’s not much left over.
Although I still have my own little treasury, but since my mother has already asked, there is only one answer: “Gone.”
“Okay, I’ll turn you over, and you can order whatever you want.”
“Okay, then you go home early.”
“Yeah, hung up.”
“good.”
After the phone call, I felt like my mother and I were back to the old days, without any ambiguity or taboos, just chatting about ordinary family matters like an ordinary mother and son. I have to say, this feeling is quite warm, and even makes me feel a little nostalgic.
Shaking my head and getting rid of the messy thoughts in my mind, I ordered a few pounds of crayfish and a few bottles of beer, and fell into a situation of having nothing to do again. Bored, my eyes looked towards my mother’s bedroom door. Since my mother is usually at home, I don’t have many opportunities to explore their room carefully. Isn’t today a good opportunity?
I opened the door and saw the familiar layout. Ignoring these commonplace scenes, my eyes quickly fell on their bedside table.
I found some condoms here before, but I haven’t checked it out for a long time, and I don’t know if I’ll find anything new. With the feeling of opening a blind box, I slowly opened the drawer of the cabinet on my mother’s side.
What caught my eye was a pile of miscellaneous items. I was a little disappointed. I opened my father’s drawer unwillingly, but found nothing except some condoms. Well, it seems that their lives are quite boring.
I wouldn’t give up until I scratched the last word after the lottery was drawn. Although I had no hope, I still opened their wardrobe and checked the boxes of my mother’s underwear first. They were still the traditional styles, which made me feel more and more disappointed. It wasn’t until I turned over the box of socks that I found a hint of surprise.
Under the thick and thin flesh-colored stockings, I actually found two pairs of unopened black stockings. These were obviously bought by my mother recently, maybe even this week, because I had never seen them when I secretly rummaged through her clothes before.
Because of her conservative personality, my mother almost never wears black stockings. Even if she has black tights, she only wears them as leggings in winter. They are thick like thermal pants and don’t particularly interest me. Now she suddenly bought ultra-thin black stockings. I don’t know if it’s because she’s lonely or because I like it?
My sexual interest was high and I continued to check every hidden corner of the closet, but I didn’t expect that this search would give me a deep shock.
There are two drawers hidden in the closet. The first one is for household registration documents and the second one was empty before. I didn’t expect to find a box in it this time. Inside was a white Diana dildo. The dildo is quite large and has tangled veins. It is quite similar to my dick.
I’m sure this fake cock didn’t exist before. It’s been just over a month since I last secretly rummaged through my mother’s closet, so this fake cock must have appeared recently.
It’s hard to describe how excited I am at this moment. Mom, can’t you bear the loneliness after all? Although I could always feel that Mom’s body was very sensitive and her heart seemed to be eager every time before, that was my own feeling. It’s hard to say whether it was my wishful thinking. But now, I can finally say for sure that Mom is starting to get horny.
I took out the fake dick, studied it, turned the switch at the bottom, and the dick immediately began to vibrate. During the past few days when we were making love, could it be that my mother was using this dick to move in and out of her pussy? Perhaps this was the real reason why my mother would never show me her bottom?
I imagined my mother masturbating with a fake cock while chatting with me. I felt a burning sensation in my heart. I must use this fake cock to fill my mother’s pussy. Mom, let me release your suppressed desires.
After playing with it for a while, I put everything back in place and finally looked at the iPad on the bedside. I used to watch anime on it, but since I got a mobile phone, I don’t use it much. It’s usually my mother who uses it to watch TV series or something.
After unlocking, I first entered WeChat, but my mother had already logged out and needed to log in again. I felt a little regretful, so I opened the browser again, but didn’t find anything. I clicked around and finally found a little surprise in the file. Several pornographic films were prominently displayed in the file.
Is this the porn my mother watches? I clicked on the porn movie with a curious and excited mood. The first one was from Europe and America. It was nothing new to me. It was just a fierce sex between a man and a woman. There was no plot except that the three holes were fully opened and the fierce physical combat was a bit special. But thinking that this might be my mother’s preferred sexual fetish, I couldn’t help but study them one by one.
After watching a few movies, I had a rough idea in my mind. Several movies were from Europe and the United States, and only one was a Japanese uncensored film. It seemed that my mother didn’t like movies with mosaics.
There is nothing much to say about European and American movies, almost all of them are direct physical fights with three holes fully opened, and there are even 1v2 and 2v1. No wonder my mother took the initiative to try to deep throat me. After watching too many European and American movies, my taste will inevitably become heavier. So, it seems that it is not difficult to develop my mother’s ass?
The only thing is that Japanese movie, which talks about mother-son incest. I don’t know when my mother watched this movie, but she hasn’t deleted it until now. Doesn’t this mean~~~hehe.
I was secretly delighted and fantasized for a while until I was brought back to reality by the call from the takeaway delivery boy. I then put down my iPad and left my mother’s room.
I placed the crayfish and beer on the coffee table and waited for about ten minutes before my mother finally came home.
My mother was wearing a beige long skirt with a waist, which was raised where it should be raised and narrowed where it should be narrowed. Perhaps it was because she didn’t have to go to class, so her curvy body showed off its charm to the fullest.
“Are you back?” I didn’t look at him for long and just greeted him politely.
“Well, has the takeaway arrived?” Mom closed the door, bent down and took off her sandals, revealing most of her huge breasts.
“We’re here, waiting for you.” I swallowed, opened the steaming spicy crayfish, and poured two more glasses of beer.
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