My Mom and I's Secret
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 43
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 43 - 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 was caught off guard and was almost pushed off the bed by my mother. Fortunately, she prepared a double bed for me that I usually sleep on. I managed to keep my body steady at the foot of the bed and did not fall on my back.
I looked at my mother in shock, and she was looking at me apologetically with tears on her face. I immediately realized that she had just treated me as a jerk of a father. I had to blame myself for my bad luck, and smiled and waved to her to indicate that everything was okay.
Mom shyly wiped away the tears from her eyes, opened her arms to me, and said softly,” Benjamin, come to me.”
I carefully crawled over and snuggled into her arms, and suddenly realized that my mother didn’t want to have sex at all. Come to think of it, although she really couldn’t help herself and wanted to make love with me on the Lover’s Bridge, when she got home and caught the ironclad evidence of my father’s infidelity, her interest was wiped out by disgust.
But my mother had said before that she couldn’t bear to disappoint me, so she deliberately put up provocative photos and used the sexy lingerie to create an atmosphere for me. I regarded myself as her lover, but I didn’t understand her feelings at all. I also used the names of wife and husband to tease her, which reminded her of her heartless father. I was so stupid.
I reviewed my mistakes with a guilty conscience. My long silence made my mother think that I was angry. She felt very sorry and stroked my back gently, whispering,” Benjamin, I’m sorry, it’s Mom...”
“No, I should say sorry.” I interrupted my mother’s apology, “I didn’t understand my mother’s pain, and I was willful to be intimate with you, and said very inappropriate words...”
I looked up at my mother and said seriously, “I’m sorry, Mom.”
Mom was stunned for a moment, then smiled, kissed my forehead gently, and said softly, “It’s okay, son.”
Although my mother was dressed very sexily now and I was naked with my arms around her slender waist, when I put my face against her chest and heard her familiar heartbeat, there was not a trace of lust in my heart, only endless tranquility and peace.
At this moment, I seemed to have returned to my infancy. As long as I lay in my mother’s arms, I could forget everything about the outside world.
My mother patted my back gently and subconsciously hummed a nursery rhyme. I knew she felt the same way as I did. For a mother, as long as she holds her child, she is holding the whole world.
We savored this tacit understanding and sweetness, and couldn’t help but smile at each other.
As the atmosphere became more relaxed, my hands began to become restless. Mom guessed what I meant, smiled and patted my butt, and deliberately asked,” Benjamin, what are you doing with your hands?”
“I’m tickling my mother!” I blinked my eyes and tried hard to look innocent and cute.
My mother laughed at my amusement, bit my ear gently, and said angrily, “How can you tickle your mother like this?”
I gently stroked my mother’s buttocks, and my index finger sneaked into her panties, sliding along the waistband little by little, gradually moving to the base of her thighs, stopping at the groin, and slowly drawing small circles.
“Did I tickle the wrong spot? Or does mom think I didn’t use enough force?”
My mother hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear with a smile: “The strength is right, but the position is wrong. A little lower, a little more to the middle...”
I was so excited that I plucked up my courage and moved my hand to the place where my mother said, and soon I felt a piece of fine and soft hair. I slowly circled the hair with my fingertips, and deliberately skipped over the slit when passing by.
“Mom, is it itchy here?”
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