Mom Seduces Me
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 13
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Mom picked up the second egg and stuffed it into her pussy. The diameter of the egg made Mom feel a little painful, and her pink pussy was stretched open. As Mom's fingers pressed harder and a stream of lewd fluid squeezed out, the egg was stuffed in completely. Mom put down her legs and knelt on the ground, looking cute and well-behaved.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
“Blake, the weather is very cold recently, be careful of catching a cold.” Megan, who was wearing a school uniform, turned to me at the intersection on the way home from school.
“Haha, you said the same thing as my mother.” I replied with a smile, “Thank you for your concern, you too, put on more clothes.”
“Yeah!” Megan nodded with a slight blush, then turned around and went home along a different direction from me.
Normally, I would go home with Douglas after school. But sometimes we would be delayed by chores like marking papers for the teacher, and Megan, as the deputy monitor, would usually stay to help. So there would be times when we would go home together.
By the way, Megan always seemed happy to walk side by side with me, and was much more lively than in school, and would take the initiative to talk to me. This might be because I helped her solve many problems and troubles, whether in study or work.
A cool breeze suddenly blew by, making me shrink my neck.
The recent cold snap caught us off guard. Many students in the class had colds and asked for leave, and Teacher Jessica began to worry about the attendance rate.
Fortunately, I was not affected by the cold because I was in good physical condition and my gentle and caring mother kept nagging me to put on more clothes and pants.
“Mom, I’m back” I pushed open the familiar door and shouted the familiar words, but I didn’t hear the familiar response. A little confused, I walked into the room and saw my mother lying on the sofa in the living room, seemingly resting.
“Well ... is Blake back? The food is on the table.” Seeing me come in, my mother propped herself up with some effort and said, her voice sounding very weak.
I quickly dropped my schoolbag and sat down next to her. I saw that her face was flushed and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. My heart suddenly tightened. I put my hand close to her and found that it was very hot.
“Mom, you have a fever,” I said anxiously, “Why didn’t you send me a message so I could come back quickly.”
“Well ... don’t worry Blake, mom just caught a cold...”
“How can I not worry? I’ll take you to the hospital now,” I said, taking out my phone and calling a Didi express car to the nearest hospital.
“Hey, Blake hasn’t eaten yet...”
“No, not now,” I said firmly, “Let’s have dinner when we get back.”
Seeing my firm tone, my mother obeyed me, and a very relieved smile appeared on her tired face.
“Okay,” she gently took one of my arms, leaned her head on my shoulder, and said weakly, “Then mom will listen to her reliable son.”
“Well, no problem.” Leaning on my mother’s fragile body, I suddenly felt a great sense of accomplishment and responsibility.
But on the other hand, I still felt a little uncomfortable. I didn’t expect that the mother who was always worried about whether her son would catch a cold would be the first to be struck down by it. But it makes sense. After all, my mother is 36 years old. In addition, her body is weak and she usually does housework. She really has no resistance to viruses. I can only blame myself for not asking my mother to buy more clothes...
I looked at my mother who was leaning on my shoulder. She was wearing a tight-fitting pink long-sleeved shirt and a soft light red long skirt, revealing her smooth neck and calves. Her originally fair skin was a little moist and red due to the heat.
“Mom, you need to wear more clothes before going out,” I said with concern. “I’ll get you something warm.”
“Hmm ... Blake is really thoughtful.”
I got up and looked in my mother’s closet. There was a beige scarf that would be just right. As for the legs...
This flesh-colored pantyhose should be fine, I thought, so I took the scarf and pantyhose and went back to my mother.
“Mom, do you think these two are okay?”
“Well, Blake is quite knowledgeable...” She smiled slightly and said, “Mom is a little weak, Blake, can you help me put it on?”
“Okay, okay.” After all, my mother is a patient now, so it is only natural for me to help. I immediately picked up the scarf and wrapped it around my mother’s jade-like neck, which immediately added a bit of gentleness. But pantyhose...
I had never worn it before, so I subconsciously imitated the look in the movie.
I folded the pantyhose together and pressed them together, then hugged my mother from behind, put the pantyhose over her white and tender feet, and slowly pulled them up.
Actually, when I think about it, doesn’t this thing just need to be put on? It can also be pulled up from the side of the mother. There is no need to use such a ... professional method.
Looking at the edge of the pantyhose extending up along the smooth thighs under my mother’s skirt, I felt a strange pleasure in my heart, as if I had conquered and enslaved this pair of beautiful legs.
“Blake’s movements ... are a bit sexy ... Can you tell mom where you learned that?” Mom let me hold her and do whatever I wanted to her. She turned around and looked at me with a weak but slightly playful look, and said slowly.
“Ah? No, no, I didn’t learn it anywhere. I learned it by myself.” I came to my senses, blushing a little, and subconsciously told a little lie.
“Haha, really? I didn’t expect Blake to be so talented,” Mom laughed softly.
I smiled awkwardly, holding the edge of the pantyhose with my fingers and climbing up my mother’s thighs and buttocks, and the soft long skirt was also lifted up. The elastic touch made me swallow my saliva, and my crotch actually moved slightly.
No, Mom has a fever, Blake, what are you trying to do! I cursed myself in my heart, got off Mom, and helped her up to lean against the sofa.
“Mom, let me help you put on your shoes. The express train will be here soon.”
“Okay, thank you Blake.”
I went to the shoe cabinet and got a pair of white flat shoes from my mother, intending to help her put them on, but my mother deliberately dangled her little feet in pantyhose to prevent me from catching them.
“Mom, don’t make a fuss. You’re sick. You need to save your energy.” I seized the opportunity and reached out to hold her slender ankle.
“Ah, Mom was caught by Blake,” Mom said with a smile, and kicked my arm with her other foot, as if trying to break free.
I was confused. Is this still a mother and son? Instead, it’s more like a father and a naughty daughter. But then I thought, it would be good to make my mother happy, which would help cure her illness.
I helped my mother put on her shoes, and couldn’t help pinching her soft soles of her feet. My mother didn’t resist, and even whispered a few times to show encouragement. Hearing this, my crotch felt a stir again.
The phone showed that the express train had arrived at the door. I helped my mother stand up. She looked very weak, so I simply squatted down, held her thighs and carried her on my back, and walked towards the door. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of being carried by her son. She put her arms around my neck and pressed her cheek against mine, which made me feel comfortable and warm.
“Driver, please go to the nearest hospital...”
It was already past eight in the evening when I got home. Mom had received a fever-reducing injection in the hospital, and her temperature had stabilized. Fortunately, she didn’t need an IV. The doctor prescribed cold medicine and told her to drink plenty of water and rest. He also praised me for being a very sensible son who took the initiative to accompany her mother to see the doctor, which made her smile from ear to ear.
“Mom, lie down first. I’ll go get a glass of water so you can take the cold medicine.” I put Mom on her bed. She was already weak, and after nearly three hours of tossing and turning, she was exhausted and unable to move.
“Thank you for your hard work, my good son.” Mom looked at me with satisfaction and said, “Mom is really ... so touched.”
“Haha, what’s so touching about this ... Isn’t it natural for a son to take care of his mother? That’s how my mother took care of me before” I answered casually, turning up the air conditioner to a very high temperature, adjusting the lights to a suitable brightness for rest, then getting a cup of hot water and feeding medicine to my mother who was lying in bed.
But when the medicine was about to be taken, my mother frowned slightly, turned her head away and refused to take it. I thought she was playing some tricks again, so I smiled and coaxed her, “Mom, this medicine is not bitter. Take it and your cold will go away in no time.”
“Pfft...” Mom couldn’t help laughing at my amusement. “No, if Blake doesn’t eat, I won’t take the medicine either.”