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Chapter 54
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 54 - 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 lake breeze blew my mother’s skirt and her hair flew. She looked at my father and asked with concern, “Are you cold in such a strong lake breeze?”
“Fortunately, I prepared a coat specially.” Dad smiled proudly.
“Dad, I’ve always wanted to ask, wouldn’t it be boring for you to sit alone and fish without anyone to chat with?” I was a little curious.
“Hey, you don’t understand this. Fishing is addictive, especially when the fish bites the hook, that kind of happiness is something you don’t understand.” Dad had a smile on his face and looked unfathomable.
... I really don’t understand that kind of happiness, and I don’t know which one is more enjoyable, this kind of happiness or f•©king my mother. But since Dad chose fishing, then the task of f•©king my mother will be left to me, the son.
“Is it really that happy?” I was very supportive.
“Haha, that’s~” Dad laughed happily.
“If you like it so much, why do I rarely see you go fishing?” I asked casually.
Dad laughed and said, “I just want to spend more time with you. I don’t spend much time at home anyway. Although fishing is fun, it’s also important to spend time with my family.”
“You can go more often if you like. You have already contributed a lot to this family. If you are happy, we are happy too.” As for mom, let me accompany her. “Right, mom? You want dad to be happier, right?”
The blush on my mother’s face had not yet faded. She glanced at me with an inexplicable twinkle in her eyes, then smiled and said, “Well, you can go more often if you like.”
“Hahaha~” Dad was very happy: “Okay~ My friend invited me to go fishing before, but I seldom went. I will go a few times in the future.”
“Well, you continue fishing. I want to watch from the side for a while to see if it’s really that fun.” I looked very interested.
“Okay, come over to me and I’ll teach you.” When the father heard that his son was interested in fishing, he was very happy. He quickly called me to sit next to him and even wanted to give me the stool.
I quickly refused: “No, I’m just standing behind you and want to see what fishing is like. You can just fish like you normally would and just pretend we’re not there.”
“You can’t feel the joy of fishing unless you experience it yourself.” Dad is very experienced.
“I still want to take a look first. Please let me take a look.” I insisted on taking a look.
“Okay, then you just stand by and watch your dad’s skills.” Dad could only sit back on the small stool and glanced at us: “I won’t care about you anymore.”
My mother didn’t comment, and I smiled and nodded.
The lake breeze blew, and Dad took a deep breath to calm down. He held the fishing rod and stared at the lake with stars. Mom and I stood a few steps behind him, also quietly looking at the lake with stars. The starry sky was quiet, with only the lake breeze whispering. At this moment, it seemed that there were only the three of us in the world.
At this moment, one of my hands gently climbed up my mother’s buttocks through her long skirt.
My mother was startled and glared at me in panic, trying to stop my behavior with her eyes. However, I could see that she didn’t dare to make any big movements at the moment, so how could I be stopped by just a look?
Looking at Dad’s back, the hand that was stroking Mom’s round buttocks had already followed the proud curve of Mom’s buttocks and gradually slid into the crack of Mom’s buttocks.
Seeing the panic in my mother’s eyes, I stretched out my other hand and gently placed it between my lips, signaling her not to make a sound. Then the hand on my mother’s hips slid down her silky chiffon skirt and gently pressed on her vagina.
Even through her long skirt, I could still feel a dampness with my fingers pressing on my mother’s vagina. No wonder my mother didn’t say much just now. It turned out that she was restraining the surging spring tide in her heart.
My expression was as calm as the night sky, but the desire in my heart seemed to want to burn the night sky. I put my fingers on my mother’s vagina to explore, and easily touched my mother’s labia through the chiffon skirt.
My mother’s body trembled slightly. The eyes that were originally glaring at me were now fixed on my father’s back. Her lips were tightly pursed, for fear of making the slightest sound.
Dad was just a few steps away. In such a quiet environment, even a sound as light as a mosquito’s would be enough for Dad to notice something was wrong and turn around.
I forgot about my surroundings. There was dense forest all around here, with only a small path leading to the destination. It was dark at night, so I wasn’t worried about being seen. So I confidently stroked my mother’s labia with my fingers.
Although the chiffon skirt is icy and smooth, it has a dense granular feeling in the subtle details. The fine granular feeling was pressed on my mother’s smooth little hole by the force of my fingers. Almost immediately, I felt a stream of vaginal fluid flowing out, wetting the skirt.
The fingertips were circling on the labia. The mother had been in a state of sexual desire and had not been able to release it. Now she was being fingered by her son in front of her husband. Shame and pleasure invaded her body like a tide, making her tense and trembling from time to time. Her two rosy lips were tightly closed, refusing to leave the slightest gap.
As my fingers moved, my mother couldn’t help but slightly open her legs. She was originally standing straight, but then she separated her two feet in sneakers about ten centimeters, wanting my fingers to be more intimately attached to her labia without showing anything unusual.
I looked at the nervousness and desire flashing across my mother’s beautiful face, and continued to grind on her labia without making a sound, slowly increasing the strength in my hands. At this moment, I didn’t dare to make a surprise attack, for fear that my mother would scream out and wake up my father who was addicted to fishing a few steps away.
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