Incest on the Road (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

In a certain city, on a busy street, four or five teenagers were riding their bicycles, laughing and joking all the way. One of them was a boy who was about twelve or thirteen years old. He had a face as white as jade and avant-garde short hair that stood up. He was wearing a black and blue school uniform with the words "No. 16 Middle School" embroidered on the left shoulder. Although he still had a childish look on his face, it was obvious that he would grow up to be a handsome man.

The boy frowned as if he was worried about something. A long-haired girl who was riding in front of him suddenly slowed down and rode parallel to the boy. The long-haired girl was about the same age as the boy, with fair skin, clear eyes, and tiny beads of sweat on her small nose. She opened her pink lips and said, "Li Yuzhe, what are you thinking about? Look at your frown." Her face was full of concern.

After hearing what Xiao Yao said, I was shocked and realized that we were on the street. I said in a panic, "Nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Damn, I was actually fantasizing about my mother on the street. It seems that the idea that suddenly popped up in my mind this morning had a huge impact on me. I was afraid that Xiao Yao would continue to ask questions, so I hurriedly said, "Xiao Yao, I'm home. See you tomorrow." After saying that, I stepped hard on the pedals and rushed into a residential area.

My family lives on the third floor. It's a duplex room, which is probably over 200 square meters. I don't know when we moved here, but I've lived here since I was born.

We are a typical family of three. Our family is relatively wealthy. My father is the director of the human resources department of a well-known company. He was given such a lucrative job because he is a smooth person and knows how to read his superiors' minds. Not counting the salary, the oil and water alone is enough to cover our family's expenses. (Note: Some readers may think that it is not a good job, but I have seen with my own eyes that a friend of mine gave a red envelope of 2,500 yuan in order to enter a large company.) My mother has the easiest job. She is a flower arrangement teacher. She moves flowers and plants every day. Although the salary is not high, it is quite leisurely. My father has long advised my mother not to work. After all, my father has the financial ability to support us. But my mother has a convincing excuse, calling it: cultivating sentiment.

With a handsome face, tall stature, elegant manners, a wealthy family, and top grades in school, I naturally became the object of pursuit of the little girls in school. I was the prince charming in their dreams, and I was helpful, so I was deeply loved by teachers and classmates. In front of teachers, I was a well-behaved and obedient student, and in front of classmates, I was the king of children. I had never fought since I was a child because they didn't dare to provoke me. The reason I relied on was - popularity. No matter whether you were right or wrong, when everyone stood on my side, you would become the target of everyone!

With such good conditions, I should almost say that I should not have any worries. Unfortunately, since I came into contact with sexual knowledge at the age of twelve, I have slowly changed. From the time I read the first pornographic martial arts novel in the bookstore and bought a CD for the first time in the video store, I have changed. Although on the surface I am still a good student, in essence I have slowly changed after I came into contact with sexual knowledge.

Sometimes I even think that if I were unknown, I would have a "wife" like other classmates now. But reality is reality. I was given almost perfect conditions, but I also lost a lot. No wonder my predecessors often sighed: "What you gain, you lose!"

Thinking of the classic incest article I read last night, my heart beat faster and the cock in my body was pressed tightly against my pants, and it was swollen and a little painful.

I came into contact with erotic novels in May last year. At that time, my favorite were fantasy erotic novels. I would watch the protagonist hunting for beauties and collecting beautiful women. I would get excited every time I saw the protagonist collect a beauty, as if I were the protagonist. Later, I came across a martial arts novel of a different school, in which the protagonist raped his master's wife. At the time, I felt disgusted and had a certain degree of aversion. When I accidentally saw a novel about an incestuous relationship with an elder sister, I was shocked, extremely shocked. The content of this book was completely beyond my understanding of sex. I couldn't imagine having sex with my relatives at all?

Later, I came across many more articles like this, and gradually I no longer rejected them. Instead, I felt a different kind of excitement when reading them, especially the series about mother-son incest. The excitement was so strong, much stronger than raping blood relatives such as sisters, aunts, and uncles.

Because in my understanding, sisters, sisters-in-law, aunts, aunts, mother-in-law, etc. are not as good as my mother, because the deepest blood relationship is only between mother and son. The son comes out of the mother's body and returns to the mother's body after more than ten years. This is something that no blood relationship can compare to.

From May last year to now, I have been reading erotic novels for a year, and I have come across quite a few classics. Unfortunately, they are often the fantasies of some like-minded wolf friends, and many of them are distorted. I only thought of it as a way to vent my desires and never thought about how to get my mother's body. But the erotic story I read last night at Piao Miao Villa (just an advertisement ^_^) overturned my understanding of the truthfulness of mother-son incest. That night I just read it as a classic.

When I woke up in the morning, the obscene article I read yesterday came to my mind. After thinking about it again and again, I came to a conclusion that mother-son incest is really possible! I immediately thought about what would happen if I used this method on my mother. After thinking it over, I imagined what would happen to my mother if I really violated her. After considering all the factors, I got the answer that the possibility was as high as 40%. Thinking about it, my face was filled with excitement, as if my mother had really been violated by me.

Even though I had read erotic novels, I had never done anything like peeking at my mother while she was taking a bath, changing clothes, or stealing her underwear, because I felt that doing such things was a kind of blasphemy to my mother.

The scorching hot summer hits like a tiger out of its cage. People are taking off their clothes piece by piece, and they are hiding at home to enjoy the coolness brought by air conditioning. However, the tiger-like summer does not seem to cool down because of people's escape. Instead, it keeps getting hotter, as if venting its dissatisfaction with people...

Although it is very hot today, with the temperature reaching 49 degrees, it cannot affect my happy mood, because today our whole family is heading to Zhangjiajie to enjoy the famous scenic spots there.

Because I did well in the final exam, my dad planned to go on a trip with me to reward me. How could I not be excited? After all, I like to play a lot.

As soon as I got on the bus to Zhangjiajie, my father's phone rang. Dad got out of the car in a hurry to answer the phone, and Mom's smiling face now had a hint of worry. My originally happy mood slowly sank after I saw Dad's apologetic face.

Because I knew very well why my father had such an expression on his face, it had happened several times before, but I still looked expectant, hoping that my father could go with us, and it turned out to be just as I expected. Dad sighed, "Mei-Jen, if there's something at the company that needs me to deal with, I can't go play with you guys..."

Seeing my mother's gloomy face, I knew she was angry. My father looked at her and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. He turned around and touched my head and said, "Xiaozhe, listen to your mother on the way. Don't run around, and don't lose your mother!"

Listening to my father telling jokes that were not funny at all, I forced a smile. My father looked at us deeply, sighed, said nothing, and turned and left.

In this way, my mother and I were in a happy mood because of my father's words. My mother and I didn't speak along the way. As the car drove on the highway, I was drowsy by the smell of gasoline in the car and slowly fell asleep leaning on my mother.

Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore because I realized that someone was tickling me on purpose. I opened my eyes angrily, thinking about how to punish the person who seriously disturbed my sleep.

When I looked up, I was greeted by a pair of big smiling eyes, crescent-shaped eyebrows, a straight nose, a rosy little mouth, delicate skin, and a snow-white neck. Towering breasts, slender waist, and plump buttocks. Isn’t this my mother?

Seeing the teasing look in my mother's eyes, I knew that all this was caused by her. I couldn't help but lie in her arms and act like a spoiled child: "Mom, I was sleeping comfortably, why did you wake me up? Are you almost there?"

My mother probably thought my coquettish behavior was quite funny, so she chuckled and said, "Look at you, you look so ugly, get up quickly, we will be there soon."

Looking at my mother's smiling face, I also smiled happily, and my unhappy mood was diluted a lot.

The car slowly stopped at a hotel and the driver asked everyone to get off and rest for the night. I wonder, it is normal to drive at night, why do we need to stop and rest? Later my mother told me that a small incident happened when I was sleeping. It turned out that a part of the car broke down while driving. The driver checked and found that the part had to be replaced, so he drove the car to the nearest hotel for us to rest for a night, and then contacted other cars to pick us up.

Although everyone in the car was clamoring and complaining, unfortunately they were helpless and had to follow the driver to this hotel.

But something even more depressing happened. This hotel didn't have enough rooms to accommodate so many people. The hotel owner apologized and asked us to squeeze in. My mother and I didn't argue because we were planning to change to another hotel. But when the owner said there was no other hotel within thirty miles, my mother and I felt really desperate.

Because we didn't argue with others, the boss gave us two options. The first was a single room with a smaller bed that could only accommodate one person. The other was a double room with two larger beds that could accommodate two people, but you would have to live with a woman in her thirties.

I chose the first one without hesitation, because I know my mother is a germaphobe. Apart from my father and me, she would never sleep in the same room with anyone else. I also have the same germaphobe. I think even if the bed is small, it can accommodate my mother and me. After all, my mother is a petite girl from the south of the Yangtze River. Although I am a boy and have developed normally, I am not as tall as my mother and I am very thin.

My mother and I both sighed. What else could we do? We had to make do with it. Originally, I planned to let my mother sleep on the bed and I sleep on the floor, but my mother disagreed. She was afraid that I would catch a cold sleeping on the floor. Although it is summer now, it is only early summer, so sleeping on the floor is still not an option.

I don't know how long it was before I woke up from my dream and opened my eyes suddenly. All I saw was darkness. After I slowly got used to the darkness, a trace of moonlight shone through the curtains into the dark room. I estimated the time in my heart. It should be between two and three o'clock. Maybe I overslept in the car. Now I am not sleepy at all. Instead, I am very energetic.

My mother was sleeping next to me, and a strong body fragrance kept coming to me, making me feel a little strange. Listening to my mother's even breathing and smelling her body fragrance, I felt a trance in my mind. A heat kept flowing through my body and finally gathered above my dantian. The penis under me became restlessly hard and it hurt slightly against my underwear.

In an instant, the plots of the incest articles kept echoing in my mind, and finally locked on an article I had read recently. Suddenly, my heartbeat suddenly quickened and my breathing became rapid.

Finally, desire overcame reason, my heart began to beat restlessly, and I slowly stretched out my claws towards my mother...

Now that I had decided to violate my mother, I calmed down instead. I slowly began to calm my heartbeat and the chaotic breathing that was like bells and drums in the darkness. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. My brain worked quickly to analyze the current situation.

Because the bed was small, it was very crowded for two people to sleep together. I was sleeping on my back, taking up almost half of the bed, while my mother was lying on the right side with her back to me, taking up only one-third of the bed. Moreover, the bed was relatively soft, and if I moved too much, I might wake my mother up, which would not be worth it.

After analyzing the current situation, I began to turn slowly, very carefully, slowly raising my arms, and began to rotate my body with my waist and hips, and my left leg moved slowly and vigorously.

After turning around, I let out a long breath, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept flowing down from my forehead. Although the air conditioner was blowing out cold air, it could not extinguish the desire in my heart.

I didn't move, because I could clearly feel that my mother's even breathing became a little disordered when I turned my body. I waited quietly, not daring to breathe, and used my ears to the limit of my hearing. I kept counting numbers in my heart. Slowly, my mother's breathing rhythm returned to normal. I secretly felt lucky. If I hadn't been careful enough and heard the flaw, all my efforts might have been wasted.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes and making sure that there was no change in my breathing rhythm, I held my breath and slowly stretched out my left hand towards my mother's buttocks.

Now I want to confirm what my mother wears to sleep. The touch from the tips of my fingers shows that it is soft and smooth, with some tiny lines. I start to analyze in my mind what it is, but after analyzing for a long time, I still have no idea what it is. I sighed and thought that if I had studied tailoring, I would know what kind of fabric this is.

Since I couldn't tell, I had to take a risky move. I began to simulate the position of my hand in my mind, probably at the junction of the waist and the hips. I had to probe downward. If it was smooth skin, it meant that my mother was wearing briefs. If it was still soft and slippery, it was pajamas. My hand slowly slid downward, praying silently in my heart that it must be underwear...

My fingers slowly touched a slightly hard substance, and then slowly slid down a little bit. I could clearly feel sweat hairs. The slightly hard substance should be the edge of my underwear. I got excited and my heartbeat suddenly accelerated. I hurriedly took a deep breath to calm myself.

I listened carefully to my mother's breathing and counted a few times silently. The breathing rhythm was normal, still long and short. However, I was at a loss as to how to take off her underwear without disturbing her. Looking at the dim moonlight behind the curtains, I estimated that it was almost four o'clock. I was secretly anxious and couldn't think of a good solution after thinking for a long time. I suddenly made up my mind and thought to myself, "It's wrong to do this. Mom will definitely know after I do it. I still have to face it. Since it's wrong, I'll just keep making mistakes!"

When the other side couldn't be pulled, I stopped pulling and slowly lifted the blanket to let the moonlight in.

When the glans touched the soft and smooth skin, I almost shouted with excitement. I took a deep breath and moved forward slowly. When the penis slowly disappeared in the crack of the buttocks, the elastic skin and the cool epidermis stimulated me so much that I almost ejaculated.

My cock was tightly clamped in the crack of my mother's ass. After enjoying it for a while, I was no longer satisfied with just holding it like that, and my body slowly moved downward. According to the simulation in my mind, I had to move downward, let the cock tilt at a 45-degree angle, and then attack forward.

After adjusting the angle, I took a deep breath, slowly exerted force on my waist and began to thrust forward. As I slowly moved forward, the glans touched a soft place that was emitting heat. I wasn't sure if this was my mother's vagina, but I felt that place was constantly calling me, asking me to enter.

I kept thinking in my mind that my mother woke up, which meant she knew about my behavior. Suddenly, I thought of a possibility. I had inserted it into the right place. It was not the anus but the mother's vagina, where I was born. Otherwise, my mother should not have such a violent reaction. Although I have never tried to insert it into the anus, the slight wet feeling from the glans told me the answer. There would be lubricant in the free vagina.

That's why my mother stopped me. Maybe she wanted me to give up. The fact that she didn't stop me verbally showed that she was also embarrassed and didn't dare to speak, but she expressed it through actions. Will I give up? No, absolutely not.

If I give up at this point, all my efforts before will be in vain. The most important thing is that I only have one chance. If I give up this chance, even if such an opportunity arises again, my mother will be wary and will not give me another chance. My mind raced as I thought to myself, "It will only happen once, I can't give up like this."

After calming down, I immediately analyzed the current situation. If I wanted to move forward, I could only lift my mother's legs up or push them upwards. I immediately rejected the former. As long as I found the right moment and pushed my mother's legs apart and used force with her waist at the same time, I would be able to succeed and catch my mother off guard.

When I grabbed my mother's legs and pushed her upwards, she had already discovered my intention. Unfortunately, when she tried to stop me, she felt something like a red-hot iron rod entering her body deeply. My mother shuddered all over, her mouth opened wide but no sound came out, and her face was as pale as rice paper.

After I pushed my mother's legs apart, I pushed my waist forward with force and deeply entered a place I had never experienced before. My first feeling was that it was very hot. The temperature was very high. My penis seemed to have the force of a sponge. A soft thing kept squeezing towards the penis, and the penis seemed to be sucked by something, as if it was constantly covering it like circles.

I couldn't help but let out a moan. My pubic bone was pressed tightly against my mother's buttocks, and my penis was buried deep in my mother's body. I kept asking myself in my heart, is this my mother's vagina? Is this what a woman's body is? So comfortable, so warm and so soft!

Enjoying the warm vaginal massage, I couldn't resist the primitive impulse, holding my mother's plump thighs, and started the most primitive movement, the simplest movement, slowly wriggling.

Pulling out again and again, inserting again and again, the desire in my heart is getting stronger and stronger, my whole body is burning, pulling out again, I feel the rod cool down, thrusting in again, a deep burning sensation is transmitted from the glans to my brain, the incomparable warmth wraps around my cock, my waist keeps pushing forward with force...

With each thrust, the cock became harder and harder, my body became hotter and hotter, and a strong urge to pee rushed up my cock. I knew I was about to ejaculate, but I was unwilling to give in. I didn't want it to end so quickly, I wanted to continue, I wanted to stay in there forever and never come out.

When everything fell silent, the softened penis slipped out of my mother's vagina and lay on the bed, breathing heavily.

I slowly crawled back to my original position, regretting everything I had just done. I really didn't want this to affect our mother-son relationship. If my mother ignored me in the future, I really didn't know what to do.

After a while, my mother got out of bed, and from her back I saw she was squatting. After a while, a rustling sound was heard, and I felt something soft in my hand. I touched it and found it was toilet paper. I was stunned for a moment holding the toilet paper, and then I quickly wiped the softened penis.

Later I heard the "rustling" sound again. I thought my mother was also wiping. The strange thing was that she didn't scold me. This would make me feel better. What was my mother thinking? A wave of fatigue came over me, and I fell into a deep sleep with doubts...

[To be continued]