Mom Seduces Me
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 16
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 16 - 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
It was almost eleven o’clock when I finally returned home from Chloe’s pharmacy.
I pushed open the door of my mother’s room with cold water and a towel. A feeling of warmth and ambiguity immediately dispelled the coolness on my body. There was also a faint smell of lust in the air, which made me feel a little confused.
“Mom, are you awake?” I went to my mother’s bedside and asked softly.
The person on the bed had his eyes closed and was breathing evenly. He seemed to be sleeping soundly and did not respond to my call.
I used a towel to wipe the sweat off my mother’s forehead and face. My heart was filled with a warm feeling, which reminded me of the time when I caught a cold...
“Blake, are you feeling better?” Mom squatted beside my bed. She was wearing a beige house dress with her long hair tied up at the ends and draped over her shoulders. She held a towel and gently brushed it across my forehead. The cool touch immediately dissipated my dizziness.
“Well, thank you, Mom. I feel much better...” I said weakly while lying in the quilt.
“Oh...” My mother’s expression was very distressed. The back of her hand, which was as cool as jade, pressed against my hot cheek, making me feel extremely comfortable and reluctant to let go.
“Blake, you’re such a fool. It’s so cold, and you fell asleep with the window open. How could you not catch a cold?” She complained softly. Rather than blaming him, she felt more distressed. “Go to bed. The doctor said you need to rest more...”
“Mom, I can’t sleep...” I answered a little uncomfortably.
“Hmm? Is Blake feeling unwell?”
“I don’t know ... maybe the pillow is too hard.” I lied a little. Although I was embarrassed to admit it, in my heart I just wanted my mother to spend more time with me.
“Haha ... Really...” Mom smiled gently, “Then Mom will change Blake’s pillow to a more comfortable one.”
“Ah? No need...” I thought my mother was going to leave, so I hurried to try to keep her.
Mom didn’t leave, but climbed onto my bed with a smile, which made me a little confused, but finally relieved. She sat on the side of the bed, lifted the edge of her skirt, crossed her smooth white legs and feet beside her, and put my head on her thighs.
“Oh~” The soft and slightly cool thigh flesh pressed against my red and hot cheek, and a feeling of comfort made me cry out softly.
“Is the pillow comfortable, Blake?” Mom asked softly.
“Mm ... so comfortable, the most comfortable pillow I’ve ever used...”
“Haha, that’s good.” Mom smiled with some relief. “Blake can sleep with this as a pillow today...”
“Um...”
I was a little worried that my head would make my mother feel numb, but I couldn’t bear to leave this cozy and gentle place. My cheeks didn’t get cold, but became even hotter, burning my mother’s soft and cool thighs.
But my mother just smiled gently, and gently stroked my chin and head with her delicate hands. Perhaps her body inevitably felt a little uncomfortable, but she did not show it at all in front of her son.
The fragrance of my mother’s body surrounded my nose, making me feel as if I were in a sea of flowers under the sun. I was overwhelmed by this tranquility and comfort, closed my eyes, and soon became intoxicated and almost fell asleep.
When I was half asleep and half awake, I heard the door of my house open softly, followed by some anxious footsteps. It must be my father who came back. He had not yet gone to the special zone with the company to develop, but as a core member, he would not come home until late at night every day.
“How’s Blake...”
“Shh...” Dad walked into my room and was about to speak, but was stopped by Mom’s gesture and voice, and quickly lowered his voice.
“He just took medicine and finally fell asleep. Don’t wake him up again,” said the mother softly.
“I’m sorry...” Dad said apologetically, “What did the doctor say?”
“Well ... I just caught a cold, but my fever is so high that I’m afraid I won’t be able to go to school for the next few days.”
“How ... how did I catch a cold?”
“I learned this from you,” the mother couldn’t help but complain, “I went to wake him up in the morning, but I saw that he had fallen asleep on the desk, but the window was still wide open ... My God, it’s so cold, and he’s been blown by the wind all night. Even a body made of iron can’t stand it.”
“Ah?” Dad was a little surprised.
“It’s all your fault. Don’t you know to keep your bad habits and not pass them on to Blake? Now the father and son are really the same. They don’t even care about their health when they are doing things. Sigh ... Can’t you give me a little more care?”
“Uh...” Dad had a bitter expression on his face. This was not something he could decide ... Then he handed over the box in his hand and said, “I bought some nutritional supplements for teenagers. They should be able to replenish your body.”
The mother took the box, gently placed it on the bedside, and sighed, “Instead of buying these, you should spend more time with him.”
“That’s ... that’s...” Dad promised something he had said countless times but almost never fulfilled.
But I have never blamed my father in my heart. I know that he shoulders heavy responsibilities, has great ambitions, and wholeheartedly supports my mother and my life.
“You must be tired too, go and rest, I’ll stay here with Blake...” Mom said softly.
“Okay, I’ll be in the study. Just call me if you need anything.” Dad said this, and it seemed like he had to work overtime again.
My mother was no longer surprised by this. She watched my father gently close the door and continued to stroke my head. I finally couldn’t hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep...
Mother’s lap pillow with body fragrance is definitely the best pillow in the world. It seems to have magical powers that can dispel all fatigue and pain.
However, the reverse does not seem to be feasible. My thighs are made of tough male muscles except for the skeleton. Lying on them would probably feel like lying on stones. I certainly cannot use them as a pillow for my mother unless I want to wake her up on purpose.
Thinking back to what happened in the pharmacy just now, I couldn’t help but sigh silently. Compared with many other classmates’ families, my family has indeed saved a lot of troubles. This is all thanks to my father’s steadfastness and ability, my mother’s gentleness and thoughtfulness, and my own efforts. At least they don’t have to worry about whether I can go to high school, but they may worry about which school to accept...
Sometimes I feel that the ambiguity between my mother and me is also her reward to me...
So, in order to get more rewards from my mother, I will try my best to become better.
As I sighed, I lifted my mother’s quilt and continued to wipe her white jade-like chest, abdomen and calves under her blue polka-dot pajamas with a towel. My mother hummed softly in her dream, with the corners of her mouth raised cutely, as if she felt very comfortable.
When I wiped my mother’s body, I saw a pair of well-behaved white and tender feet exposed at the bottom of her pajamas. They were sweating and steaming under the quilt, like steamed buns just out of the steamer. I couldn’t help swallowing my saliva, and my hand holding the towel stopped in the air. My mother didn’t say a word, but the part of her body exposed in her sleep was so tempting.
So, mom, please give me a little reward for my hard work today...
Thinking of this, I threw the towel aside, picked up the pair of delicate and delicious little feet, and greedily licked the base of my mother’s scallion-white toes, where the sweat and smell were the most and the strongest, just like Du Kang first discovered the fragrant alcohol from the rotten tree trunk. After brewing, fermenting and storing in the warm quilt, the sweat on my mother’s feet also became like fine wine, with a rich and mellow taste, wet like a swamp, salty like sea salt, sour like fermented milk, and astringent like frost persimmon, mixed and integrated, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth and an endless aftertaste, filling the mouth, nose and brain, the stimulation is more direct and intense than alcohol, making people intoxicated and lingering.
But before I could savor them carefully, my mother’s feet curled up and struggled, as if trying to get rid of the invasion of my tongue. This made me think a lot - although it’s a bit shy to say it, but my mother should know that I like her beautiful feet, so she usually lets me release my desire for them to my heart’s content, and even actively tempts me to watch, knead, lick, and defile them...
But the mother’s reaction in her sleep means that her body still instinctively rejects this kind of behavior - just like most people. This is not difficult to explain. After all, the human feet are full of complex and sensitive nerves. Being touched by a wet and hot tongue will definitely feel strong stimulation. What’s more, the mother’s feet are much softer and more delicate than ordinary people, so they are naturally several times more sensitive.
But she is my mother, the person I love most, the culprit of my huge lust, and the gluttonous beast that devours and digests it completely. This multiple sensitivity will only become a delicious seasoning in this ambiguous and lewd meal, making it even more delicious and tempting.
I held my mother’s two white ankles in one hand. Her ankles were very thin, not even enough to be held with one hand, so I crossed them together and held them with my index fingers in the middle. To my mother’s weak body, my fingers were like iron shackles, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t escape.
I used my tongue to lick and tease my mother’s white, tender and sensitive soles of her feet. My mother’s little feet suddenly struggled violently and jumped around, trying to escape the invasion of the rogue tongue. But her ankles were fixed by my fingers and her range of movement was limited. My tongue was shameless and followed every step, so she could only flee back and forth in a miserable state.
The mother, who was sleeping, felt a strong stimulation from her feet. Her little mouth could not help but make a series of humming sounds, and her body twisted slightly, as if she was about to wake up.
Seeing this, I quickly stopped my movements and waited for my mother to calm down and fall back into sleep. It wasn’t because I was afraid that she would wake up and discover my despicable behavior, but I found that playing with my sleeping mother seemed to be a different kind of fun...
It can also be regarded as a small revenge on my mother’s daily teasing and seduction of me.
I continued to drive my tongue to chase the soles of my mother’s feet. Whenever my mother panted and twisted her body under the stimulation, I stopped and waited for her to calm down. This was repeated many times. My mother’s body and consciousness kept wandering and floating on the edge of awakening. Her body and soles became more and more sensitive, and I felt more and more interesting in my heart.
At this moment, I seemed to understand some of my mother’s motives for seducing and teasing me. I guess it must be a pleasure for her to see her beloved son become distracted and lustful because of her teasing - although she will also take responsibility to help me release the rising lust, just like harvesting the fruit she has planted. This fruit is not bitter, but sweet and juicy citrus.
I looked between my mother’s legs and saw a lake of love juice between her legs. Her pajamas were soaked with love juice. It seems that the sensitive feet stimulated by the tongue can also make my mother excited and feel pleasure. She even deliberately tempted me to violate her on weekdays. It turned out that she was enjoying it secretly. She is really cunning. I will give her a good return to these beautiful feet.
I was excited, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. My mother’s lower body was flooded again. Did I have to change her bed sheets and pajamas again? These things are not consumables.
I subconsciously looked around. Finally, I saw the towel I had thrown aside. Strange and lewd thoughts emerged in my mind involuntarily. Mom had also stuffed stockings into her vagina. The towel was just a little rougher and thicker, so it should work...
My mind was still undecided, but my hands had already started moving. I folded my mother’s small feet and slender, round legs upwards, exposing her crotch, which was already a lake. This slightly embarrassing posture allowed me to continue clamping my mother’s ankles, making the pair of small feet that were always imprisoned look even more pitiful.
I slowly pulled my pajamas down to the middle of my mother’s thighs, picked up the pale yellow towel, and aimed it at my mother’s pussy that was constantly oozing nectar - it looked pink and narrow, but it was really hard to stuff a rough towel into it. I’m sorry, mom, you are really a woman made of water, and it’s the juice of your pussy...
I pushed my finger with a corner of the towel and inserted it into my mother’s wet hole. The rough fabric scratched the sensitive and delicate flesh, which seemed to make her very painful. She kept moaning in her mouth and her body trembled slightly.
I stuffed the towel in one third to seal the mother’s vagina so that the love juice would not flow onto the bed sheet. I didn’t stuff it all in because I couldn’t guarantee that the mother’s narrow vagina could hold a whole thick towel, and on the other hand, it was to leave some space for the overflowing love juice.