Mom's Moans
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 83
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 83 - "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
“In your heart, am I important, or am my grades important...” I asked the topic that I cared about the most. The reason why I went crazy that day was also because of this matter.
“Of course you are important, and in my heart, you are the most important, even more important than myself. For you, I can ignore everything, even my own life. Do you believe me?” After hearing what I said, my mother blurted out without any hesitation. When she said this, she looked up and faced me.
“This is all my fault ... If I had remarried and found you a stepfather, perhaps none of this would have happened...”
“Bring up your grades during this holiday. If you don’t, mom will take you away from here.” Mom’s breathing gradually calmed down, and she pulled another chair over and sat next to me.
“Son, from today on, you should concentrate on your studies. You can talk about other things after you go to college.”
“don’t want...”
“Um...” Soon, I lowered my head and kissed my mother’s red lips hard.
“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...” I sucked very hard, sucking my mother’s lips tightly. My mother wanted to turn her head to avoid my kiss, but she couldn’t do it at all. Her two hands pushed me, and the fullness of her chest pressed against my chest. My hands were stroking my mother’s back, holding her tightly. And my mother might have been unable to breathe because her mouth was blocked, and her panting became more and more severe.
As time went by, my mother’s push became weaker and weaker. Maybe she had no strength left, or maybe she was unwilling to resist. My hands kept kneading her buttocks. The hem of her nightgown occasionally lifted up, revealing her snow-white buttocks. On the bedside table not far away, my mother was not wearing a bra on her upper body, and her buttocks occasionally exposed from her lower body showed that she was not even wearing underwear.
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