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Chapter 81
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 81 - 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
I have to go to cram school during the summer vacation. What a torture. I watched Edward, a fat boy, posting all kinds of travel photos in my circle of friends, and I couldn’t help but sigh tiredly.
The cram school is indeed a bit difficult. The bombardment of various papers is a bit overwhelming even for me. After finishing today’s homework, I can finally lie down on the bed and rest for a while.
After a few days of intense study, I don’t know what day it is. I want to not go, but I don’t know how to tell my mother. After all, my mother who is getting more and more well-behaved in bed is really irresistible.
I was lying on the bed with lifeless eyes, and I didn’t even notice my mother coming in.
“Are you tired?” Mom’s voice was gentle and sounded a little distressed.
“I’m so tired...” I said in a desperate tone.
My mother sat down beside the bed and looked at my listless appearance. She said with amusement: “Eat something.”
“I don’t want to eat~” I said listlessly.
My mother leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, coaxing me, “Eat a little, your health is important.”
My mother’s soft red lips kissed my face, which made my dead-sea heart slightly ripple, but that was all. “Mom, I’ll take a rest for a while, and we’ll eat later.”
Seeing that I was indeed tired, my mother didn’t say much. She just touched my head gently, then got up and left.
I continued to lie on the bed playing with my phone and chatting with Fiona. Fiona had gone home yesterday and was gloating when she knew I had started cram school. I was too lazy to pay attention to her and wanted to end the conversation with a few perfunctory words. But Fiona was not willing to give up and swung her legs to take a photo.
“That’s all?” I expressed my disdain. Who was I looking down on?
Fiona then threw out another photo. In the photo, the little pussy was extremely pink, with a crack in the middle separating the vagina and sparse pubic hair dotted in between, which looked very beautiful.
Although I was very tired, such photos still lifted my spirits, and I sent a message back: “Please send me a few more.”
“You wish~” Fiona said this, and then posted two photos from different angles.
I took a photo of my erect penis and sent it to him, then said, “I miss you so much~”
I didn’t really think about it that much, but acting still requires dedication.
“I missed you, too~” Fiona was obviously a little emotional and took another photo of herself rubbing her breasts.
“But I’m not next to you, go find your sister and ask her to lick you.”
“Okay, go find your mom and ask her to lick you.”
“Okay, I’ll go now.”
“Go ahead, go find your mother, and I’ll go find my sister.”
“Stop talking, little slut. I can’t hold it anymore.” I took a picture of my cock with bulging veins and sent it to her.
“Don’t be a coward, you pervert.”
I’m not afraid, I’m just afraid that you can’t bear it.
“Okay, I’m not a coward. I’m going to steal a pair of my mother’s stockings.”
“Oh~~ I was wondering why you always ask me to wear stockings. Do you do this kind of thing often ... you mother-loving pervert.”
While chatting with Fiona, my mother came in again. She changed out of her home clothes and put on a shirt and a hip-hugging skirt. She also wrapped her legs in shiny black stockings and a pair of black high heels. She walked to the bed and said, “Who are you chatting with? You look so happy.”
“Fiona is home, chat with her for a while.”
Mom was a little unhappy: “No wonder you’re so happy. Then go ahead and chat.” After saying that, she turned around and wanted to leave.
I saw that my mother was a little jealous, so I quickly stood up and pulled her to divert her attention, saying, “No, I was happy because I talked to her about you.”
Mom’s attention was diverted. “Me? What are you talking about me?”
“Well, we were talking about Oedipus complex.”
Mom looked a little nervous and frowned slightly: “And then?”
“Don’t be nervous. I won’t tell her about us. I just told her that I have a little Oedipus complex.”
Mom relaxed and glanced at me: “Aren’t you afraid that she will be jealous?”
I hugged my mother’s soft body and pecked her on the mouth: “I like you anyway, I can’t do anything if she is jealous~”
The mother’s lips curled up into a smile, but she pretended to be disdainful: “You are so smooth-talking.”
I calmed my mother down and lay back on the bed: “I’ll answer her first.”
I didn’t reply to the message on WeChat, and then Fiona sent me two more messages.
“Why don’t you speak?”
“Angry?”
I decided to test Fiona further and replied, “It’s all your fault. I was just taking the picture of you below and my mom came in. It was so embarrassing.”
“Ah? Hahahaha~”
“You’re still laughing, what the hell are you laughing at?”
“And then what?”
“And then of course I got scolded.”
“Hahahaha.” Fiona was overjoyed.
“No more.”
“Hahahaha, go ahead.”
I put down my phone, looked at my mother’s beautiful eyes, and smiled softly: “Mom, you are so beautiful.”
Mom stroked her hair gently: “Weren’t you very tired just now?”
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