My Mom and I's Secret
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 13
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Dad smiled bitterly on the phone and sighed, "I know you are talking in anger. But when I woke up today and found the divorce agreement you left, I was really scared." "Why did I say that in anger?" Mom yelled angrily into the phone, holding my hard cock against her vaginal opening and sitting down suddenly! I was so scared that I almost screamed. Mom sat down so hard that if the angle was slightly wrong, I would definitely be broken in two. Fortunately, such a tragic thing did not happen.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
My whole body trembled and I quickly stood up and looked back. It was not an illusion. My mother was standing behind me with a smile on her face.
“This ... Mom ... why are you here...” I looked at my neatly dressed mother with mixed feelings of surprise and joy, and asked stutteringly.
Mom frowned deliberately: “ Benjamin doesn’t want mom to be here?”
“No ... it’s just...” I shook my hands wildly, not knowing how to explain for a moment.
Mom took down the towel hanging next to the sink, gently wiped the water stains off my face, and said with a low laugh: “You were eavesdropping outside the door just now, weren’t you? Bad boy.”
My face flushed, I nodded, and asked, “Mom, how did you know?”
“You!” Mom poked my forehead in frustration, “You were born by me, I know how many hairs you have on your body. I can guess your little thoughts.”
I laughed sheepishly, and my mother asked again, “Do you think that I can’t resist your sweet talk?”
My mother said it so directly that I felt even more embarrassed and had to nod reluctantly.
“So you’re so sad that you came here crying? Mom didn’t realize that Benjamin is such a jealous child!” Mom giggled, her body pressed close to me, almost pressing me against the sink.
I enjoyed my mother’s generosity very much, but I felt a little guilty when I thought of my father still at home, so I subconsciously glanced outside. My mother gently bit my ear and chuckled, “Are you scared? He won’t come here now.”
Hearing my mother so confident, I boldly put my hand on her waist and stroked it gently.
My mother seemed to be very comfortable with my touch, and she moaned softly in my ear. Holding her warm and soft body in my arms, and listening to such tempting moans, I immediately reacted and pushed hard against my mother.
“Little rascal, what do you want to do?” Mom sensed my change, gently licked my earlobe, and deliberately asked this question that did not require an answer.
My mother’s teasing made my whole body hot, and I couldn’t help but move my hands slowly upwards, climbing towards her towering breasts.
“Benjamin, don’t do this, Mom will scream.” I don’t know if Mom was nervous or excited, her body trembled slightly, but she didn’t push me away forcefully. Instead, she issued a more impulsive warning.
I gently kissed my mother’s cheek, and my lips moved towards the target little by little. My mother understood my hint, turned her head, and her cherry lips met mine accurately.
I kissed my mother’s lips to prevent her from making any sound, and then grabbed her plump breasts without hesitation.
My mother couldn’t help but tremble violently and let out a low cry, but the sound was masked by my passionate kiss, so it was very weak and didn’t travel far.
I waited for two seconds, and after confirming that my father had not come over, I began to savor the abundance in my hands without worry. Although I had touched it before when I was a child, it was only the innocent touch of a baby, and the memory had long been blurred. I needed to get to know and get familiar with my mother’s breasts again, but this time it was not to satisfy my appetite.
For every child, mother’s breasts are holy and sacred. I am no exception. Although I was still wearing clothes and a bra, when I touched the full breasts on my mother’s chest, I was still so nervous that I could hardly breathe.
My mother’s breasts are softer than I thought. Not the kind of soft and bouncy jelly-like feeling described in erotic novels, but the kind of softness that makes the flesh come out between your fingers when you press it with your palms.
It’s not like tofu that breaks at the slightest touch and cannot be touched at all. It’s more like a fully ripe fruit hanging on a branch that must be picked very carefully. If you are too rough, it will easily break.
I caressed it carefully, and the warm and soft touch brought back my childhood memories. When I thought about using my mother’s holy breasts to satisfy my sexual desires, I couldn’t help feeling guilty.
But this feeling made me even more excited, and I couldn’t help but caress her more carefully. My palms are not particularly big, but my mother’s breasts are larger than the average of ordinary women, so I can’t grasp them with one hand at all, and can only barely cover half of them from below.
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