Mom's Moans
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - "Ah..." At this time, my mother, who was ejaculated inside by me, couldn't help but scream. She had already felt the fierce rush of warm semen deep in her vagina. This scream was full of panic, helplessness, and the climax and comfort of being washed by the warm flow of semen. Mom actually had another climax, a climax from my ejaculation inside her.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
My mother’s name is Caroline, and she is naturally beautiful. Her marriage with my father was arranged by the parents and the matchmaker, and there was no such thing as falling in love before getting married as in today’s society. But when my father passed away, my mother was still sad for a long time. Fortunately, my mother is very strong. After my father’s death, she has been living with me alone, supporting my studies and taking care of me. Although many people approached my mother to introduce her to a new partner, she refused with me as an excuse. I was still young and didn’t understand much at the time, but I still hoped that my mother would not get married again, just because I didn’t want to suddenly have an unknown outsider in the family. This is my personality. I can talk about everything with people I am familiar with, but I am very resistant to communicating with unfamiliar strangers.
In school, I have excellent academic performance, but my personality is too introverted. Most of the time, I study alone. Fortunately, I am very talented and smart in learning. I can be very good without spending too much time studying. Perhaps this is the talent God gave me. As for my father, I have a very plain impression of him. He is honest and loyal, but he often drinks. When the accident happened, it was because he drank too much. If he didn’t drink at that time, he would not have lost his life. After my mother took me to the city, she rented a bungalow with two bedrooms, east and west, and then the kitchen. The toilet was a pit-type toilet in the countryside. However, after moving to the city, I found a strange thing, because I didn’t know what my mother did specifically, but the conditions of my family were improving little by little. When I first arrived in the county, my mother worked in a pharmacy as a salesperson and also learned some medicine and medical knowledge. It was just because the working hours were not fixed and she couldn’t take care of me, so my mother resigned after earning a little money. After that, my mother started doing this “mysterious” job.
There is a small warehouse behind this bungalow. Most of the doors of the warehouse are locked. Sometimes my mother would go into the warehouse after I fell asleep and work until very late. Because I go to class every day and only go home at night, and because the school is far from home, I eat in the school cafeteria at noon. So I don’t know what my mother does during the day. On Saturdays and Sundays, my mother would be busy in the warehouse for a long time. Only at noon and in the evening would she come out to cook for me. After eating, she would go back to the warehouse to work. Almost every two or three days, a courier would come to pick up things, which were some large and small packages. My mother would move the things out of the warehouse in advance. When the courier arrived, he would simply check and scan the code and sticker, and then take the express package away.
“Mom is a Wechat businessman...” Every time I asked my mom, she just asked me this, but she didn’t allow me to enter the warehouse, and never let me help her with anything. I didn’t care much at first, but as time went by, my curiosity grew stronger. For a child, the less you let him know, the more he wants to know. It’s just that I was busy studying every night and had a lot of homework, and the door of the warehouse was locked, so I couldn’t get in at all.
I couldn’t help but sighed and said. Thinking of my mother’s defense against me, it seemed to increase the gap between me and her. During class, I would still listen attentively. This is my good point. Class is class, and some worries will basically not affect my listening to the class. When school is over, I ride my bike towards home. Soon I got home, pushed the bike into the yard and fixed it. When I opened the door, I smelled the aroma of food.
“You’re back, wash your hands and eat quickly...” At the dining table, a young woman in an apron looked at me and said, her eyes full of tenderness and love...
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