Chapter 5

After my mother went to the bathroom, I finally woke up from this intense incestuous sex. My heart calmed down and my mind became clear.

Why? This time my mother would put aside her moral values and obey me. After I raped her for the second time, I gave her clear instructions. Meeting her less often and not being alone with me in the same room was the only way to prevent me from having sex with her regardless of ethics and family affection.

After keeping each other company for half a month, my mother couldn’t help but rent a house from me. She was a good mother, cooking and cleaning for me every day. She had such a good figure, and her clothes were not sexy. According to her personality, she would never be too conservative. The conservative clothes she wore that week must have emptied her wardrobe!

Judging from her clothes, she had put a lot of thought into it, trying her best to prevent me from having any sexual associations with her clothes. The reason why it didn’t fully achieve the expected effect was because my mother’s figure was too hot, with a pair of plump snow-white breasts like headlights and an exaggerated and perky peach butt, which could not be covered by ordinary clothes.

In addition, she tried to influence me with her warm and loving care, which was indeed very successful. For the first time in more than ten years, I felt such warm and caring maternal love.

From all these, it can be seen that she really put her heart into it, hoping that I would no longer have any improper thoughts about her, so that we can return to normal family relationships and enjoy the mother-son relationship that has been missing for many years.

My mother still underestimated the evil desires in my heart as a son. I only suppressed them for a week, but in her own home, my turbulent and incestuous desires suddenly broke free from my psychological cage.

Did my mother prepare herself mentally for two things? If all the methods she tried still failed to influence me, she would just go with the flow and let me do whatever I wanted? Otherwise, it would be hard to explain her obedience today after the panic.

“You’re still naked, don’t catch a cold, go wash up!”

As I was thinking about it, my mother, who had just finished cleaning, walked into the room and urged me.

Looking around, my mother’s perfect and hot body was covered tightly by the tightly wrapped bath towel. Her arms and smooth white shoulders were a little pleasing to the eyes. Her long, straight hair was tied up behind her head. There was still a trace of redness on her flawless and delicate face.

“oh!”

After admiring the pictures of beauties for a few seconds, I replied to my mother hesitantly and went to the bathroom obediently.

After almost half an hour of passionate intercourse, I also sweated a lot, and my private parts were sticky. Most of it was caused by my mother’s vaginal fluid. From the abdomen to the testicles and even the buttocks, there was a sticky feeling. It can be imagined that my mother is a rare juicy and tender beauty.

I took a quick shower and looked at the towels hanging in the bathroom. I picked up one that looked new and dry and used it to wipe my body.

After wiping and hanging it up, I felt that compared with the white and pink ones next to it, the blue towel I was using seemed to be brand new. Then I saw the brand new beach pants and underwear on the shelf ... Seeing these in front of me, I recalled the new pair of slippers I changed for you when you first entered the house.

It was ridiculous that I thought my mother had prepared these for a lover and even wore them several times, and I felt disgusted. It turned out that she had already prepared these for me and was looking forward to my visit to this warm little home. From the moment I walked in, or from the moment I left for the vegetable market to buy vegetables, she was excited, but I just selectively ignored it. I put on my underwear and pajamas, walked out of the bathroom, and found the discarded clothing labels in the trash can in the living room. For a moment, I felt a complex emotion of being touched and guilty. Of course, the resentment accumulated over more than ten years will not be eliminated, but at least it has a warm start.

However, the obsession with my mother’s body after having illicit intercourse with her cannot be changed by a little bit of family warmth. Perhaps, it will become a catalyst for desire. When I walked into the bedroom, my mother was already wrapped in a quilt and sleeping with her back to the door. I hesitated for a moment, but still lifted the quilt and crawled in. My mother remained in a side-lying position without moving. I laughed to myself that she was pretending a little too much. With such a big noise and multiple people on the bed, a normal sleeping person would more or less notice it or turn over and open his eyes in a daze. “Mom!”

I patted my mother’s soft shoulders. She was wearing a two-piece pajamas and didn’t expose any of her private parts. After I patted her like this, she couldn’t pretend anymore. She turned around and looked at me, who was sleeping on the same bed with her, with a slight blush on her charming face.

“Yeah! I’m done washing!”

“Um!”

“Did you see the pajamas that mom prepared for you? I forgot to tell you!”

As she spoke, my mother lifted the quilt on my side, took a look, and then covered me again: “How is it? It still fits me, right?”

“As long as the size difference is not too big, the pants can be worn by almost any size!” I smiled, knowing that she was not asking about this, and continued: “The underwear is also OK, not too big or too small, why did you buy this for me?”

My mother was a little unhappy when she heard this. She glared at me with her beautiful eyes and said unhappily, “Why? As a mother, do you need a reason to buy something for your son?”

“All right!”

I replied awkwardly, and couldn’t help but recall that she used to be like this. When I was young, I was introverted and resentful of her. Every time we met during the New Year holidays, she always wanted to buy me things, but I always declined. As a result, she bought me everything, from clothes, shoes and socks to daily necessities and even stationery. Then she stuffed everything into my hands without giving me any reason to refuse.

My dull answer ended the topic of pants, and the mother and son fell into an awkward situation again. Fortunately, I was mentally prepared from the beginning, and called out to my mother when she was about to turn around: “Mom!”

“Um?”

“You ... why...”

As soon as I said this, I started to get nervous. A young man who dared to violate ethics and force his biological mother to commit incest was a little embarrassed at this moment.

On the contrary, when she heard me call her, my mother guessed what I was thinking almost instantly. She looked at me with a red face and quickly regained her composure.

“Do you want to ask mom why you are so ... so mean today?”

My mother hesitated before saying the word “lowly”, and her face became much darker after she said it.

I didn’t expect her to use this word to describe herself. Although I once thought of her this way in my heart when I was a teenager, her obedience to me today could never be due to this reason.

“Don’t say that, Mom. You are lowly, then what am I? Worse than an animal is a nice thing to say!”

Seeing my mother’s gloomy expression, her eyes, which used to be as gentle and charming as water, had lost their luster, and I couldn’t help feeling extremely sad.

“Haha! Worse than an animal, a lowly mother who failed to educate her son well, this is retribution!” The mother laughed at herself and before I could speak, she continued, “If I don’t do what you want today, John, will you distance yourself from or even avoid your mother again?”

“I ... won’t.”

I didn’t even believe the hesitant and unconvincing answer I whispered, and my mother understood its meaning even better.

Ignoring my hypocritical lies, my mother lay flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and said to herself, “The two times before ... I was really angry and disappointed. How could such a sensible son do such a thing? Mom knows that you hate me and blame me, but I never knew that your resentment was so great.

It was all my fault. Who told me to go astray at that time? So John, what I am most afraid of is that you go astray. I hope you can have a stable job and find a good girl to start a family in the future.

I was thinking if I could get you to give up those bad thoughts, but your son is right under your nose, how can you expect your mother to not see you and not get along with you? It was fine when you avoided me and didn’t tell me your address in H City before, but now we are so close, what can you expect your mother to do?”

Maybe it’s true that you don’t know the heart of a parent until you’ve been one. Before I had sex with my mother, I didn’t see her for two years. I got used to it and didn’t miss her too much, so I couldn’t really understand her feelings.

Not paying attention to my silence, my mother paused for a moment and continued, “John, you know what? I thought about it for a long time, and then I remembered that I had done that before ... Haha! Yes, so many men have experienced it, why can’t my son do it, right!”

I was stunned. I didn’t expect that what I said in anger would actually become the straw that broke the camel’s back for my mother.

“Mom ... I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant...”

“It doesn’t matter!” Mom turned her head and looked at me, touching my cheek lovingly.

Although she looked tender and pretended not to care, I knew that her own son’s sarcastic words really hurt her.

“You’re right. So, the least valuable thing about me is actually this body. If I can use it to get back John’s kindness and make him stop hating me as an incompetent mother, then no matter what, I will...”

Having said that, my mother was still a little embarrassed to continue, and I, with my mind shaken, was slowly digesting the meaning of her words.

“The most important thing is, John, you are already in your twenties, not a child anymore, and you have your own sense of right and wrong. Mom ... won’t affect you ... you will get married, have children, and start a family in the future...”

The words were a little vague, but I understood the meaning immediately. It must have been during that half month that my mother slowly thought about it alone and finally figured it out. Using her own “worthless” body to repair the indifferent or even hostile mother-son relationship. This should be the most difficult thing for her. God knows how she convinced herself to put aside secular ethical concepts.

The following words were actually to comfort herself, but also to warn me: I am an adult, and I cannot let the forbidden relationship with her affect my normal views on love and marriage.

Looking at my mother’s shy but serious eyes, I suppressed the great joy in my heart and answered seriously: “Don’t worry, Mom, I know everything!”

“That’s good, go to sleep!”

Without waiting for me to express my gratitude, my mother, with a blushing face, quickly turned around, wrapped her side of the quilt tightly, and fell asleep.

That’s it?

I helplessly slapped the penis that was rising again under my crotch, stopped harassing my mother, and lay down quietly.

Having just experienced such intense intercourse and being under such great pressure to be honest about her own emotional journey, my mother must have been exhausted physically and mentally, and she really fell asleep in just a few minutes.

In fact, I have a vague suspicion that what my mother said might not be the only reason why she let down her guard.

But so what? The current results are enough to make me ecstatic. If I go deeper, I might end up losing more than I gain.

I was thinking about all these messy things, but the girl next to me was a very charming and seductive beauty. From now on, I would have more opportunities to see her various seductive behaviors. Her magnificent big breasts and round and perky buttocks were full of endless wonderful pleasures, which I could experience one by one. She was my biological mother, so what? The taboo stimulation brought by this kind of close relationship surpassed the sexual pleasure I had experienced in any way and with any person.

Guilt? Yes, but not much! Currently, we are mother and son, the boy is unmarried and the girl is unmarried. We have no impact on society and have not harmed anyone. What else is there to blame?

With all these mixed emotions of excitement, thrill and confusion, I fell asleep in a daze.

Young people are full of energy. I slept until nine in the morning before my mother woke me up. Although the afternoon lovemaking had consumed my energy, I was still full of energy after an hour’s nap. I opened my eyes and looked at the relatively unfamiliar room, feeling a little uncomfortable.

I slowly turned my head and looked at my mother who was still sleeping beside me. My heart was instantly at peace. I couldn’t explain this state. Perhaps this was the inexplicable sense of security that only she could bring me! At least, my previous two girlfriends didn’t give me this feeling.

After I became sensible, the women around me didn’t spend too much time with me. But it was my mother, whom I once rejected so much, who could give me this unique peace. Is blood relationship really so mysterious? Or have I been missing her deeply and admiring her subconsciously for many years?

These warm and caring feelings gradually disappeared as the mind became clear, and were replaced by rising desire. After waking up from a nap, the cock that had just tasted the taste of meat was still hard and swollen, and it wanted the little head to control the brain.

Just as I was trying to suppress this surging desire, my mind couldn’t help but recall the image of my mother’s naked body moaning under me.

I absolutely cannot tolerate this!

After falling asleep, my mother did not lie on her side with her back to me. Now she was lying flat next to me, about thirty or forty centimeters away. It seemed that she could not adapt to sleeping in the same bed with a son as old as me.

Fortunately, in this posture, the quilt was not wrapped tightly on her side, so my An Lushan claws easily passed through the quilt and covered her dough-soft breasts.

Big! So big that you can’t control it! Soft! The soft touch that makes your fingers sink into the tender flesh and you can’t help but feel it. Such plump and soft big breasts are a gift that can make men addicted.

After kneading her gently for a few times, my mother showed no sign of waking up, and I was not satisfied with the itchy caressing through her shoes. I reached down and touched the hem of my mother’s pajamas and gently lifted it up. I reached in and moved my hand up from her smooth and soft abdomen until my five fingers grasped her plump breasts.

“Hmm~~”

I experienced the softness of the plump hemisphere and was so excited that I couldn’t help but increase my strength. When my index finger fiddled with the tip of the nipple, my mother made a nasal sound like in a dream.

I looked up and saw her delicate face was peaceful and calm. Her brows slightly frowned and then relaxed. It seemed that she was sleeping very soundly. She didn’t wake up even when I played with her breasts.

Looking at that extremely familiar and beautiful face, I felt a bit of evil interest and began to quickly twist and caress her nipples with my fingers.

“Hmm~~”

Mother hummed again, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. As I switched to the other snow-white breast, she slowly opened her eyes, her confused eyes unfocused. After a few seconds, she saw my teasing smile above her, and her fair face quickly turned red, and her big black and white eyes immediately closed again.

“mom!”

I called my mother softly, but my hands never stopped.

This time she couldn’t pretend to be asleep anymore. She opened her eyes again, rolled her eyes at me, and said in great shame and anger, “You’re acting weird as soon as you wake up. Behave yourself!”

As she said that, she reached out from under the quilt, grabbed my arm and pulled it away. But I didn’t fall for it, so I used a diversionary tactic and leaned over to kiss her crystal red lips.

“Mmmmm ... John, don’t...”

Her pussy has been fucked by my cock several times, but she is still embarrassed by my kiss and keeps shaking her head to avoid it.

I can roughly understand her mentality. It is said that most prostitutes who sell their bodies in the dust are not willing to kiss. Maybe they think that they can only kiss willingly if there is an emotional foundation. What’s more, for me, my mother is at most pampering and indulging me to make up for the debt. She has no choice but to let me be so presumptuous. There is no love between men and women at present, so kissing will definitely be very strange and difficult to adapt to.

“You little brat!”

After my shy mother successfully dodged my big mouth, she reached out and slapped me on the back. The force was definitely not very strong, but it stopped me from continuing to chase and kiss my mother’s attractive red lips.

Ignoring my mother’s angry reproach, I pulled back the quilt as she screamed. Without the protection of the quilt, my mother was a little panicked. She looked at my lustful expression and the huge cock that had already bulged out of her underwear, and she was helpless and shy.

“mom!”

“Um!”

I called out to my mother with a passionate voice, and she responded softly. There seemed to be a tacit understanding between mother and son, and no more words were spoken. I grabbed the hem of my mother’s pajamas and pulled them up. My mother slightly bent her body, then raised her hands and helped me take off her pajamas smoothly.

Snow-white and tender skin, hot and perfect body, plump and huge breasts, even lying flat, are still majestic. I couldn’t resist such an alluring sight, and before my mother shyly stretched out her hands to cover her breasts, I quickly leaned over and sucked the delicate and juicy red nipples.

“Hmm~~”

Mom snorted softly, and her hands, which were originally intended to cover my head, fell on the back of my head and began to stroke it.

If my body were replaced by that of a newborn baby, this posture, and the gentle tenderness that occasionally flashes in the mother’s eyes, would be a loving and warm picture of breastfeeding.

Unfortunately, my 1.8-meter-tall strong son, who had his mother’s nipple in his mouth, did not just suck it, but also licked and teased it from time to time.

The tip of my tongue moved back and forth on the areola and the white breasts, occasionally sweeping over the nipple but deliberately not stopping. After teasing back and forth, my mother’s nipples became more and more erect, until she let out a soft moan, then I took it in my mouth, gently bit under the nipple, and licked the sensitive tip with the tip of my tongue.

At the same time, the other snow-white breast was also well taken care of by my big hands. My palm covered it, and my fingers sank into the extremely softness. While kneading it, I used the tip of my index finger to draw circles on the areola, and occasionally fiddled with the lonely little cherry, causing my mother’s delicate body to tremble slightly.

My other hand was not idle either. My mother’s flat belly, soft waist, and smooth shoulders all turned red under the caress of my palms ... I was really addicted to my mother’s breasts and couldn’t let them go. After licking and kneading them for a few minutes, I switched the position of my hands and mouth and visited another peak again. While tasting the snow-white breasts, I occasionally looked up at my mother’s flawless face. Her white face had already turned red like a ripe apple. In her watery eyes, there was infinite tenderness and a trace of uncontrollable lust...

Mom no longer resisted and accepted her son’s dirty beastly behavior. This time, I was no longer impatient and ejaculated more than an hour later, so I was not completely controlled by desire. I caressed and licked the mother’s upper body for a long time, paying special attention to the pair of amazingly large snow-white breasts, and then I slowly moved down, measuring every inch of the mother’s skin with the tip of my tongue.

This slow and gentle foreplay, my mother has already fallen into lust, her body twisting slightly, her legs intertwined and clamped, and then relaxed again. My tongue finally came down to her flat and smooth belly, and the round belly button was also a part that my tongue tip could not miss.

Mother bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her eyes were seductive, but she couldn’t hold back, and her pretty and straight nose was moaning non-stop. I grabbed both sides of my mother’s pajamas with both hands, gently pulling them down, and her waist and hips were slightly raised, almost imperceptibly.