I rubbed my mother's E-cup breasts in the mirror [Very short story] (Family incest adult novel)

I was standing in my mother's room while she was sitting in front of the dressing table. There was a mirror in front of the table, reflecting her drunken face. My mother agreed to let me wear a very low-cut silk T-shirt. Just like those bra commercials on TV, each breast is set off by the bra, making the cleavage even deeper. And in the mirror, my mother's breasts, under the low-cut collar, also revealed a part of the upper edge of her bra. It was a violet E-cup bra with beautiful patterns and a smooth feel. I don't know how many times I have sucked on this bra with my nose and masturbated, but now it was worn on my mother's chest.

Innermost inside the low-cut dress that reveals a little bit of the bra are two towering breasts, white with a rosy glow, pink and elastic. Supported by the bra and the low-cut neckline, the whole breasts are lifted up, and the concentrated bra makes the nipples in the middle of the breasts touch slightly together, like QQ pudding, so shiny and elastic. My mother moved her body, clenched her fists, and placed her hands nervously on her thighs. She was wearing a super short skirt with a plaid pattern on the hem, but it was only half the length, revealing her white thighs and her private parts, her underwear was faintly visible. She kept pulling the skirt, trying to cover her private parts, but kept paying attention to my gaze, looking at me shyly, wanting to say something but stopping herself, and she looked so adorable.

She is 163cm tall, but has a pair of beautiful breasts, which are very big. She has a slim figure, and people stare at her breasts wherever she goes. Her breasts swayed when she walked, and she had been molested countless times. Once, someone hugged my mother from behind on the bus and kept squeezing and kneading her breasts. My mother was so scared that she turned pale and never dared to take the bus again. And I, her son, became my mother's exclusive driver. When my mother was not around, her beautiful breasts were pressed against my back. Whenever I rode a bike, I imagined that the breasts were squeezed and deformed on my back, which made me hard the whole way. Sometimes when my mother was tired, she would just hug me, with her breasts pressed against my back. As the motorcycle vibrated, my mother's breasts made me dizzy.

When I was drawing keys with those college friends and picked up pretty girls, I would hold on to the tail wing of the motorcycle tightly. In comparison, my mother's big breasts gradually became the object of my sexual fantasy. I was in the bathroom with my mother's underwear, which she had just changed after taking a shower. I put the underwear on my penis with my right hand and kept stroking it up and down, while my left hand was on my mother's bra, inhaling the smell of milk with my nose and licking the nipple with my mouth. I imagined that my mother was in the bathroom, and I was kneading her breasts from behind. I used my hands to pull the base of her breasts up and down, while the water from the faucet continued to flow and I continued to suck on the nipple in my mouth.

I pressed my mother against the wall, with her five fingers spread out, unable to cover them with one hand. When pressed against the wall, her E-cup breasts squeezed out from between my hands, and my penis was pressing against that vagina, leaving my mother with nothing but complaints to let me vent my lust. Both my mother and I were covered in shower gel. I touched my mother's body all over. I don't know if it was because my mother's skin was naturally smooth or because of the shower gel, but her pear-shaped breasts deformed in my palms. I used the head of my glans to tickle the outer edge of her areola. Due to such teasing, my mother's lower body was full of vaginal fluid.

The foam on her hand did not scratch my nipples, so she directly held my penis and, using the slippery feeling of the bubbles, stroked it rhythmically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, while her eyes were always looking at me from below, a look full of teasing and embarrassment. I put down my mother's breasts and looked at her from above. I picked up the shower head to help her rinse off the foam on her body. I sat by the bathtub and hugged my mother from behind to my chest. I lifted her right foot and put it on the sink. My mother looked at her private parts in the mirror. The fleshy pot, vagina and pubic hair were clearly visible in the mirror. My mother wanted to put it down because of embarrassment, but I would not let her and forced her to lift it up by holding her thighs.

The shower head in my hand was aimed at my mother's vagina, and the warm water kept flushing her private parts, making them warm and itchy. I increased the water flow and temperature, and the pubic hair that was being washed kept changing direction with the water column. The rising temperature made my mother's pussy even hotter. My mother's left hand tightly grasped my left hand, as if telling me that I was no longer torturing her. I stopped the water, turned over, and picked up my mother. I let my mother lean against the door, because there was a bath towel hanging behind the door, to prevent her body from sticking to the cold wall. I lifted her right thigh, and her right calf was hooked at the bend of my elbow, shaking it constantly.

I couldn't help but suck on her toes, inside and out, licking every one of them. I even licked the soles of her feet, which made her laugh because of the itch. My mother used her delicate hands to rub my penis constantly. She stretched out her index finger and thumb to pinch the foreskin under my glans, and kept pushing the foreskin upwards to cover my glans. She did this repeatedly, which made my penis tremble and I almost ejaculated. I didn't want to be outdone, so I asked my mother to stick out her slightly small and smooth tongue. I opened my lips and sucked hard on her sweet lips, while my tongue kept entwining and rotating, sweeping across all of her pearly teeth in her mouth with my tongue.

Of course, my left hand was not idle either. I stretched out my index finger and middle finger, stretched out the slit, and dug into the honey pot. Watching my mother breathing rapidly, she held the cock with her left hand and thrust it upward from the bottom to the bottom all the way in. My mother's pussy hadn't felt such a large cock in a long time and she immediately felt the pain. She hugged my neck with both hands and said to me in my ear, "Your dad is still taking a nap. He should almost get up." I can't argue so much. My mother is mine in the bathroom now. I want to taste this breast-beautiful girl, risking the pleasure of being discovered. There was a crashing sound on the door. I held my mother's beautiful back, afraid that she would fall. The mother's left foot was already on tiptoe, and was pushed upwards with each pumping, until she could hardly stand. If her son had not held her, her whole body would have gone limp and she would not have been able to hold her son.

Mother's cheek was leaning against my side face, and we didn't need to talk to each other. The only sounds in the air were her soft gasps and the scent of shower gel. As my mother's vagina swallowed my penis, the stimulation increased the speed of pulling out. The noise on the door was getting louder and louder. Mother said worriedly, "Your father will hear it, be gentle, um..." As soon as she finished speaking, I clamped my legs together, pinched my mother's buttocks with my left hand, and hooked her thighs with my right hand to squeeze them against the wall, so that my penis was completely filled with her vagina. When I thrust hard and ejaculated my thick semen, my mother gasped in pain at first, and then I pulled out a few more times after I ejaculated. In addition to the muscles of my mother's whole body being tense, she bit my shoulder with her neat teeth. Because of my mother's tense body, her vagina was tighter than usual, and my penis was still swelling in the vagina, stretching my mother's flesh slit a circle until the penis softened, and I pulled it out reluctantly.

Looking at the body fluids flowing from my mother's vagina, there was turbid milky white semen and transparent and bright vaginal fluid, flowing down her thighs. My mother looked tired, as if she had not done such intense exercise. She collapsed on me, gasping for breath. After I washed her body once, she hurriedly asked me to leave, lest my father get up and look for no one and discover that he was having sex with his own woman. Wouldn't that make him so angry that he would die. When I came to my senses, my mother's panties were already covered with semen. I smeared the semen all over her bra and panties, then put them back in place to see how my mother would react.

The mother noticed that there was something wrong with her underwear these days, so she asked the father and he said no. I just realized that it was me who gave it to me. A few days ago, when I came out of the toilet after indulging myself in sex, my mother saw that I looked like I had done something wrong, so she waited until late at night, came to my room, called me softly and woke me up. My erect penis in the middle of the night stretched my underwear apart, so I deliberately opened the quilt to let my mother feel my penis. My mother sat by my bed, wondering what teenagers like me would do.

My mother talked to me and asked about some sexual behaviors. I saw that although she seemed calm on the surface, I could feel that she seemed very nervous. Looking at my mother wearing a gauze nightgown, with a bra showing her huge breasts and silk panties underneath, she was yawning. I actually pushed my mother down on the bed and kept sucking her neck. My mother seemed to know that I would do this. She didn't resist, but she didn't acquiesce either. After I had already pulled the pajamas to my waist, my mother hurriedly told me to stop. I know that this is incest, and the mother also knows that her big breasts are very provocative to her son, but this is incest and you can't cross that line. No matter what form of release it is, it's incest.

My mother hugged me to her chest and I cried. I had been holding back my emotions for so long and could only vent through my imagination. My mother also burst into tears and asked me to remember that I was his mother. We could be friends, but I could not cross that line. I promised my mother that I would not masturbate to her underwear. When she left, I asked her if she could kiss me. She shyly kissed me on the cheek, but I asked for her lips. This time, she just gave me a quick kiss and got it over with. What she thought was that I grabbed her mother's body with one hand, held her in my arms, and gave her long kisses and French kisses again and again. My mother sobbed as she was kissed, and I stopped and let her go back to her room to rest.

The next morning, I asked my mother to wear a low-cut top and a miniskirt for me, but she refused. I said, "Wear it on for me to see, and I won't bother you anymore." But my mother couldn't beat me, so she picked out a super low-cut short T-shirt that only she would dare to wear when she was young. It was so low that even her bra was exposed. So I bought it and wore it once, but never dared to wear it outside. She chose a super short tight skirt, which was a ridiculous outfit she wore when she was a student. Now she sat in front of the dressing table, put on some light makeup, and whispered, "Come closer and take a look." Her son stared at her with wide eyes, just like the way he was always stared at by strangers on the bus.

I stood in front of the dressing table and watched for a full ten minutes. I kept having an idea in my heart that it would be nice if it was just once, a real chance to possess my mother's body. Fuck her sweet pussy, slap her sexy ass, kiss her sweet lips passionately, lick her beautiful back, play with her jade feet, pinch her nipples, listen to your mother's real moans in your ears, listen to the slapping sounds of her thighs and buttocks, and shoot your own semen that has been accumulated for many years deep into her womb. Make your mother your own, kneel at my feet and suck my cock. I can massage her openly when I go out, and enjoy her body when I get home.

Those outsiders can only watch, but I can really do it. Thinking of this, my cold sweat soaked my shirt. My mother looked at me standing behind her in the mirror and said, "Is that enough... Have you seen enough... Son, it's not that I don't love you, it's just... Ah..." Before she finished her words, I squeezed her breasts with both hands. Through the mirror, my fingers squeezed her low-cut dress and bra, revealing two snow-white breasts in the northern hemisphere. My mother cried out in pain. I simply picked up my mother and threw her on the trampoline. My mother's face showed fear and she wanted to escape, but I was ready to tear everything off her body. She cried, "Stop it... I'm going to tell your dad. You'll be dead when he comes back tonight." My mother's voice was full of tears. I licked the earrings on her ears and said, "Dad will be back tonight, so we have a whole day to enjoy ourselves. I felt everything after I sucked your lips yesterday."

The only sounds in the room were the sound of clothes being torn, the sound of the water dripping from her pussy as I pumped it, my mother's hoarse voice as she hit my chest and cried out in pain until she was exhausted, and the ticking sound of the DV timer on the bedside table.

I have already started to imagine how to play with my mother and violate that pair of huge breasts. I'll try a titjob first. It must feel great to be clamped by E-cup breasts. Then I'll put my cock in her cleavage, and my mother will hold her breasts with both hands and rub them for me. As for my father, I don't have to worry about him. A smile appeared on my face, in inverse proportion to my mother's red eyes from crying. I pulled my mother into my room and continued to enjoy the pleasure of this mother-son incest until every ejaculation.

When the door was closed, my back was covered with scratches from my mother's nails and marks from her teeth on my shoulders.

After the fight, several hours passed. I got up at eight in the morning. I had a cold and didn’t want to eat breakfast, so I fought until almost twelve o’clock. Just as I was thinking, I began to describe breasts after a ten-minute break. As for the way the mother wore her top in the story, it was real, but it only appeared in underwear advertisements on TV. The low-cut top with exposed breasts was already very provocative, and two small round bras were also exposed. Which man could resist this temptation? I began to think of the super low-cut top that my mother wore at home before, with exposed breasts. She would sway in and out as she walked, and my glans started to itch again when I saw it. Luckily my mother didn’t dare to wear it outside, otherwise if people outside saw the free ice cream, I would be so angry that I would die.

I hope you all will like it. From 8 to 2:30 in the afternoon, I finished typing Memoirs II, a story about a single mother, and then continued with this delicate breast. I think I am tired. Thank you for watching, bye.