Mom's Moans
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 17
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 17 - "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
“It’s so hot...” At this time, my mother was wearing conservative clothes, wiping the sweat from her forehead and sleeping. At this time, I looked back at my mother, and my eyes were immediately focused on her exposed clavicle. The black mole was very eye-catching, and I couldn’t help but think of the videos in her computer again.
“It’s still early. Mom will be busy for an hour and then cook for you. Help me put the things in the refrigerator...” Mom was carrying the shopping bags. After putting the bags in the corridor, she said to me at the door with a tired look on her face.
“Okay...” I nodded and walked into the corridor, carrying the shopping bags to the refrigerator. Mom didn’t change her clothes at this time, and went straight into the warehouse, seemingly busy selecting goods and packing them. It should be that a customer placed an order while she was out shopping.
“Hello, pick up the parcel...” A courier came in through the iron gate of my house and said, standing outside the door. This is a female courier who often cooperates with my mother. After all, what my mother sells is adult products, and male couriers are somewhat awkward, so my mother deliberately found a female courier to cooperate with.
“Wait a moment...” I said to the courier at this time.
The courier was an aunt in her thirties, about the same age as my mother, but her appearance and figure were far different from my mother’s. She was often exposed to the wind and sun, her skin was very dark, and she looked very old. Although she didn’t wear much in summer, her bloated figure could still be seen, especially her bucket waist. Whether it was skin, appearance, or figure, she was a world away from my mother. But she often came to my house to pick up express delivery, so I gradually started to argue with her. I took out my mobile phone and called my mother because it was not convenient for me to go directly to the warehouse, but when I called my mother, no one answered. At this time, I looked at the time. My mother had been in for more than half an hour. Didn’t my mother say that she would come out to cook for me in half an hour? Usually, my mother packed the goods very quickly, and she would put the goods outside the door before the courier came every time.
“Why is no one answering?” At this time, I couldn’t help but put down the phone and mutter in surprise.