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Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 43
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 43 - 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
The call was quickly connected, and I greeted excitedly: “Hello, Dad.”
The moment I said this, I felt the little mouth sucking my cock under the table pause, and even the tongue licking the glans stopped.
I could only actively raise my cock, letting it continue to enjoy the water and flesh in my mother’s mouth. At this time, I heard my father’s voice in my ear: “ Adam, I was just about to call your mother. How does it feel to live in the school? Are you happy to be home?”
I felt my mother’s mouth start to suck again, and replied happily: “It’s better to go home. Didn’t you call your mother yesterday?”
“Your mom was driving when we called yesterday, so I didn’t say much. Where’s your mom?”
My mother was blowing my crotch, and I was happy in my heart. Feeling my mother sucking harder and harder, I smiled and said, “My mother is eating. Why do you only know how to find my mother? Can’t you chat with your son?”
My mother pinched my thigh again, and I grimaced in pain. Fortunately, my mother also sucked my cock hard at this time, and the vacuum-like pleasure diverted my attention, otherwise I almost screamed out.
My dad laughed and said, “You are teasing your dad, little brat. How are you doing in school? Do you think you have a chance?”
“I feel fine, no problem. What about you, is there anything going on this business trip?” As I said this, my attention had already shifted to my mother under the tablecloth.
“It’s still the same old problem. Product quality needs to be communicated...” Dad’s voice drifted farther and farther away. I couldn’t help but lift the tablecloth again. Mom was concentrating on sucking my big cock, as if she didn’t notice the phone call at all. But her red ears showed that she was not calm at this time.
I gently stepped back and pulled my wet cock out of my mother’s mouth. Facing her resentful and charming eyes, I gently slapped the glans on her beautiful face and said, “Dad, if you love me so much, why don’t you find a job that doesn’t require you to travel so that you don’t see me all day long?”
My mother’s eyes became more and more resentful, but there was a flash of inexplicable charm in her eyes. She raised her pretty face, pursed her lips, and silently endured the slapping of my cock.
Dad laughed and said, “You know nothing, it’s not that easy to find a job nowadays...”
I listened to my father’s words and silently mouthed to my mother: lick.
There was still resentment in my mother’s eyes, but she was not angry either. She just grabbed my thigh and pinched it hard again. Seeing that I was grimacing in pain, she stretched out her small tongue and carefully licked every inch of my cock.
Seeing my mother so obedient, I felt extremely proud. It hurt a lot, but compared with the enjoyment I was having right now, what did it matter?
After chatting with Dad for a while, Dad finally asked about Mom again. I looked at Mom who was still licking me, thrust my hips forward, and thrust my cock hard into Mom’s mouth, pouring my big cock straight into Mom’s throat. Then I pulled out my wet cock and said to Mom who was coughing lightly, “Mom, Dad’s calling.”
My mother glared at me fiercely, then came out from under the tablecloth. While looking at the people eating around her, she picked up the phone and said, “Hello, his father.”
While my mother was on the phone, I picked up her black silk feet again and placed them between my crotch. My mother rolled her eyes at me but still didn’t refuse.
My cock, stained with my mother’s saliva, rubbed against her silk stockings. Although it was not as comfortable as oral sex, it was a different kind of stimulation. Looking at my mother who was pretending to be serious while making a phone call, I recalled the scene of her just bearing the slap of my cock under my crotch. I held my cock in one hand and jerked it quickly.
The glans felt the smoothness and delicacy of the little feet in stockings, and the shaft was constantly stroked and squeezed by my hands. The pleasure that had accumulated for a long time soon could not be stopped.
“Son is very obedient, don’t worry about the family...” I heard my mother’s gentle voice, and I couldn’t bear it anymore. I hurriedly picked up one of my mother’s shoes and put it under her silk stockings. The glans was against the sole of my mother’s foot, and the semen shot out quickly. The white semen flowed along my mother’s black silk feet and slowly dripped into her black high heels...
Mom was busy dealing with Dad. Although she noticed my actions, she just looked around in panic, gave me a glare, and let me do whatever I wanted with her little feet.
Seeing the white semen flowing into my mother’s black high heels, I sighed with satisfaction, wiped the semen remaining on my mother’s stockings, and then took the other high heel that was not stained with semen and put it on my mother’s stocking foot full of semen. Then I put on my pants, picked up the high heel filled with semen, and put it on my mother’s foot that was not stained with semen. In this way, the rain and dew were evenly spread, and both of my mother’s feet were stepping on my wet and sticky semen, perfect.
It’s a strange hobby of mine. I have already ejaculated and should have no desire in my heart, but I still want to see the semen soaking my mother’s little feet.
“Okay, I’m going to eat now.” Mom finally finished dealing with Dad and hung up the phone. Then she looked at me, with an expression that looked like anger or resentment. After looking at me for a long time, she finally said, “How dare you, little bastard?”
I know she was mad at me for calling my dad, but she was also enjoying it. I smiled and didn’t answer her. I changed the subject and said, “Mom, we’re done eating. Let’s go to the movies.”
My mom’s high heels are filled with my semen, and I don’t want to go home so early.
My mother looked at me without saying anything. I stood up, got close to her, and took her hand: “Let’s go to the movies.”
Mom sighed and stood up helplessly as I pulled her. Only then did she notice the unusual wetness under her feet. Her expression changed for a while and she asked, “Did you get into my shoes again?”
“How does it feel?” I asked instead of answering.
“What feeling are you talking about?” Mom pinched the soft flesh on my waist angrily.
I smiled, took my mother’s hand, paid the bill, and walked out of the restaurant. I stared at my mother’s feet along the way. There was nothing unusual about her black high heels, except that her black stockings seemed to be slightly wet, which was transmitted through the edge of the shoe. The instep of the foot at the edge of the shoe had a layer of soft flesh accumulated as it was squeezed, and was wrapped in the slightly wet black stockings, which looked extremely tempting.
The high heels tapped on the floor tiles with the sound of “click, click, click...”. Every tap reminded me that my semen was wrapped inside. The penis that had just ejaculated turned its head and showed a tendency to rise again.
“What are you looking at? You can’t see any flowers no matter how hard you try.” Mom saw me glancing at her feet from time to time, so she naturally understood what I was thinking.
“Mom, how do you feel? Tell me.” I coaxed my mother in the tone of a little girl.
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