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Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 38
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 38 - 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 cleaning up the messy battlefield, my mother and I lay down in each other’s arms.
The mother’s expression was still charming, but her tone was a little sad: “ Adam, do you feel...”
“What do you feel?” I hugged my mother’s delicate body, and my heart was as calm as a sage.
“Do you think ... Mom is very...” Mom hesitated for a moment and continued, “Very...”
“What kind?” I kind of understood what my mother meant. After indulging ourselves, we always need to reflect.
Mom’s face was tangled, ashamed to face her true self, but she finally whispered: “Very lewd...”
It is said that the vagina leads to a woman’s heart. Now it seems that the anus is just as effective. My mother no longer avoids me, but begins to open her heart to me actively.
I hugged my mother’s shoulders and smiled softly: “No, it’s all my fault.”
I took the blame without hesitation, not wanting to make my mother feel too guilty. Seeing that my mother looked a little more relaxed, I continued, “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with being a little bit naughty. You know, I like you to be a little bit naughty.”
My mother must have remembered the dirty words she said before, and her reproachful eyes were filled with the remaining charm: “I don’t know why you are so perverted, just thinking of humiliating me.”
Yes, yes, it’s all my fault ... I was secretly happy in my heart, and leaned close to my mother’s ear and whispered softly: “Mom, tell me the truth, do you also like me to humiliate you?”
My mother pursed her lips, looked at me strangely and refused to speak.
“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as your consent.” I said with a smile.
“Shut up~” Mom was angry and embarrassed.
“Since you like it, can we continue next time?” Having tasted the sweetness, how could I stop here?
After hearing what I said, my mother fell silent. Her face gradually became calm. She said calmly, “We agreed that this is just this once. There won’t be a next time.”
“Mom, do you like me?” I suddenly asked seriously.
The mother paused, pretending to be normal and said, “You are my son, who else should I like if I don’t like you?”
“You know, I’m talking about the love between men and women.” I wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to find out what my mother was thinking.
“No.” Mom’s face pretended to be calm, without any expression on her face.
I looked directly into my mother’s autumn eyes and said in a serious tone, “Mom, tell me the truth, is there really nothing at all?”
Mom’s eyes trembled, and she avoided my gaze before answering, “Not at all.”
I was silent for a moment, then laughed at myself and said, “Oh, is that so ... So ... it’s just motherly love, right?”
“Stop talking.” Mom’s voice sounded a little tired.
“I want to say it.” I said stubbornly, “Mom, I know that you let me live in the school dormitory because you want us to keep a distance. You don’t let me touch you actively because you don’t want us to go any further. You still want to push me away, right?”
My mother was silent for a moment, then turned her head and looked at me dimly, and said tiredly, “What else do you want from me? I have given you everything you wanted, what else are you not satisfied with?”
“I still want to be like today.”
“It’s the last time, isn’t it?”
“But you are also very comfortable...”
“It’s because...” Halfway through her words, my mother suddenly stopped and kept silent.
Because ... because of what? Because mom also feels good? I chewed on mom’s words carefully. Because she feels good too, I don’t want to have another time? But why? Seeing the ripples in mom’s eyes, I suddenly understood that mom was worried, worried that she couldn’t help herself, worried that she would let me insert into her pussy again like last time when she was drunk...
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt in a good mood. Isn’t it just that you don’t let me take the initiative? As long as you are interested, why would I be afraid that you won’t take the initiative?
So I smiled and said, “Okay, let’s just do it for the last time. At least tonight is enough for me to savor. But don’t try to push me away.”
My mother had a complicated expression and didn’t say anything.
I kissed my mother’s soft lips and continued, “Mom, I’m your son. You can’t get rid of me.”
As I said this, my hands once again climbed onto my mother’s big tits, kneading the plump breast flesh. I continued, “It’s a pity that I can’t touch you actively in the future.”
Mom sighed, then said faintly, “That’s good to know.”
I didn’t say anything, and my hands lingeredly played with my mother’s delicate body, from her big breasts to her pussy. My hands caressed her body wantonly, roaming every inch of her body.
After stroking her fair and smooth skin for a while, when I felt the vagina gushing with sexual fluid again, I leaned over to her ear and said, “Mom, every word I said when I was touching your ass was the truth.”
After saying that, I left my mother, whose eyes were gradually becoming dazed, and got up from the bed and said, “Good night. I’m going to sleep.” Then I went back to my room without looking back.
Since my mother wants to keep her distance, I can’t force her blindly. Leaving her some space may be more effective. Arousing my mother’s desire and saying those words before leaving are naturally a way to make her remember me.
After a week, I returned to my room again. I felt a little nostalgic. I lay down on the bed, guessing my mother’s reaction in my mind. I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time, so I took out my mobile phone and started chatting with Fiona.
“Fiona, are you asleep?” When we chat, I am usually the one who takes the initiative to talk to her. Maybe this is a girl’s modesty?
“Not yet.”
“Miss me?”
“No.”
“Give you a chance to reorganize your language.”
“No?”
“Okay, I miss you.” Without waiting for Fiona to reply, I continued to send a message: “Can you go out tomorrow?”
“OK?” Fiona started playing.
“Speak nicely.”
“I think it should be OK.”
“So beautiful lady, may I have the honor of inviting you to watch a movie?”
Except for the time we confirmed our relationship, I have almost never dated Fiona. One reason is that Fiona’s midterm exam results were not very good, and her family was very strict. The other reason is that I was mainly focusing on my mother and didn’t have much time to flirt with Fiona. Now, using Fiona to test my mother’s attitude is also a good idea.
“What movie?”
“Have you seen The Dreamers?”
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