My Mom and I's Secret
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 24
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 24 - 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 AI Generated
I dropped the towel as if I had been electrocuted, and stammered to explain to my mother, but I couldn’t even utter a complete sentence. Cold sweat quickly broke out and wet my bathrobe.
Mom sat up, holding the towel, looked at me with a half-smile and said,” Benjamin, what do you want to do?”
“I want ... want...” I wanted to make up a lie to cover it up, but under the pressure of my mother’s powerful aura, I didn’t have the courage to lie, let alone admit that I wanted to peek, so I had to lower my head.
“Look up, look at mom and tell her what you were trying to do.”
My mother’s tone was not harsh, but I could clearly feel the anger surging under her calm surface. My knees weakened and I sat on the ground, whispering, “I’m sorry ... Mom ... I was wrong...”
“You’re wrong? Did you do anything bad?”
Mom got out of bed and stood in front of me. I was so scared that I didn’t even dare to raise my head. I looked at her knees and said, “I ... I wanted to take advantage of ... Mom’s sleep ... to peek ... I’m sorry...”
“Why do you suddenly want to peek?” Mom’s voice was a little funny, as if she had heard something funny.
I couldn’t help but think of the phrase “laughing out of anger” and answered honestly, “Because just now ... I heard the conversation between mom and that sister ... and I was very curious ... about mom’s ... lower body...”
Suddenly, I felt a pain on my head. Mom tapped me lightly and said angrily, “So you’ve been eavesdropping all this time! You’re also curious about Mom’s lower body. Is that what you should be curious about? How dare you peek here, you little pervert!”
Listening to my mother’s coquettish complaints, it seemed that she was not really angry. I couldn’t help but muster up the courage to look up. I saw that her pretty face was slightly red and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. How could she look angry at all?
I touched the place on my head where I was hit, and it didn’t hurt much, but I was still worried, so I asked carefully, “Mom, are you not angry anymore?”
“I was angry at first.” Mom said and hit me again, “But when I saw you hesitated and put down the towel, I was no longer angry.”
“So my mother woke up at that time!” I suddenly realized.
“Nonsense! Mom isn’t really asleep. You lifted the towel so high, it’s strange that my legs aren’t cold enough for me to wake up!”
I couldn’t help but feel a little scared, but luckily I stopped myself in time. If I had been so bold as to continue, my mother would have beaten me half to death!
Mom leaned over and gently touched my face, and said with a low laugh: “Why do you want to see Mom’s bottom? Haven’t you seen a lot of women’s bodies in porn movies?”
“But those women’s ones are not good-looking, and some are even scary...”
“Aren’t you afraid that your mother will be like that too?”
“No way! I just heard that sister praising you, saying that mom’s is very beautiful.”
My mother sighed helplessly, her soft hand slid to my jaw, gently lifted my face up, met her loving gaze, and said softly: “Then watch!”
I thought I had misheard and looked at my mother stupidly. She glanced at me, bit her lips and slowly loosened the towel on her chest.
As the snow-white towel floated down like a waterfall, the bottom of my mother’s belly was suddenly exposed in front of me.
I saw a slight bulge in the middle of my mother’s snow-white and soft belly, with a few light brown stretch marks evenly distributed on it. Looking at the evidence of my residence in my mother’s body, I did not feel the slightest bit of ugliness, but instead felt a kind of pilgrimage-like excitement.
At the bottom of the abdomen is the fleshy mons pubis, which is covered with a small patch of light black pubic hair. My mother doesn’t have much hair, and after trimming, it forms an inverted trapezoid that is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The soft pubic hair looks a lot like the fluff of small animals, delicate and cute, and cleverly hides the thin flesh slit in the middle.
Looking at the beautiful scenery of my mother’s private parts, I couldn’t help but gasp, and my lower abdomen stood up proudly like a missile that had received a launch order, almost breaking through the paper underwear.
Mom pressed her legs together tightly, and held the bottom of the towel firmly to cover the lower part of her slit, preventing my burning gaze from invading. She asked nervously, “How is it?”