My Virgin Mom 2 (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

When I woke up the next day, I found that I was wearing shorts, but they were not the same pair I wore last night. My mother looked at me with a strange look. My mother is the first one to get up early in my family every day. She wakes me up only after she makes breakfast.

I was stunned for a moment, "My mother must have found out!"

It would be strange if she didn't notice it. When I woke up in the morning, there was a lot of yellow stuff on her legs and sheets, and I was pressing on her with my naked butt.

After breakfast, my mother sighed and said to me, "My child, you should concentrate on your studies and stop thinking about other things. Your task now is to study hard."

I responded with my head down. My mother wanted to say something but didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast and ran away to school. I can't think of anything today...

For several days, I didn't dare to sleep on my mother's legs, let alone touch her legs. But after a week I really couldn't bear it anymore. It was really uncomfortable to hold it in for a week.

That night, I thought my mother was asleep, so I touched her gently. There was no response. I couldn't wait to press on her and rub my little brother against her.

Now I don’t dare to bend my mother’s legs for vaginal insertion like I did last time. After I ejaculated three times in a row, my entire crotch was wet. After I vented my anger, I fell asleep immediately. Now I dare not sleep on top of my mother anymore.

I had just fallen asleep for a while when I suddenly felt someone taking off my pants. I opened my eyes in a daze and saw it was my mother. I was immediately frightened awake and my pants were full of semen!

I stammered, "Mom..."

Mom snorted, threw a pair of clean underwear on my naked penis, and whispered, "Put it on yourself, you won't catch a cold."

After saying that, she took my wet, semen-stained underwear and went to the bathroom. It turns out that mom didn’t sleep…

The next morning, I secretly looked at my mother. She was no different from usual. It seemed that she didn't blame me. That was to say, I could still...

So tonight, I couldn't wait to press on my mother again, and this time I didn't even bother to test whether she was asleep. Because I thought about it during the day. I am the most beloved son in the family. My study makes my mother happy. My performance in school makes my mother proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if my mother is unwilling, she will not blame me too much.

If you blame me, I would have scolded my mother for spraying it on her beautiful legs last time. Sure enough, when I pressed on my mother's legs, she moved a little, but then followed me.

I pressed my little brother tightly against my mother's thigh, leaned my head against my mother's ear, smelled my mother's breath, put my left hand around my mother's waist (I slept on my mother's left side), and moved rhythmically.

Slowly, my hand moved up along my mother's waist and slowly touched her breast. My mother suddenly became nervous and slapped my hand away with her hand.

I touched her again and was beaten again, so I had no choice but to hold my mother's waist obediently and move back and forth on her plump thighs. My mother also closed her eyes and let me do whatever I wanted without moving.

In this way, every night my mother let me hold her and use her beautiful legs to vent my feelings.

After that, my mother would get out of bed and get me a clean pair of underwear to change. She would soak the dirty ones and wash them the next day. I had to use two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.

Finally, one time when I fell asleep, I hugged my mother and wanted to come again, but she refused. She whispered, "No tonight. I have no pants to change after getting them wet."

I was anxious, hugged my mother and whispered, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable, let me come."

My mother refused to give it to me and pushed me away. I had no choice but to go to sleep, but I was used to releasing my sexual desire before going to sleep every night. How could I sleep in this state? I tossed and turned and my little brother was about to burst his pants.

Seeing me like this, my mother thought I couldn't sleep without venting, so she said, "Mommy... can I help you with my hands?..." My mother's voice was trembling, and her expectant and shy eyes were tempting to commit a crime.

In the bedroom, Mom turned on the desk lamp, dimmed the light, and sat at the head of the bed, at a loss. I stood in front of my mother and gently pulled down my zipper. I was so shy that my penis was soft. Now that things have come to this, we cannot hesitate.

I mustered up the courage to pull my mother's hand over and hold my penis...

Mom turned her head to the side and circled her slender fingers around my penis and started stroking it. My mother's nails are neatly manicured, and the calluses on her fingers have all been worn away, making them crystal clear.

The warm jade hand held the penis, and the white and tender fingers gently slid over the glans. A feeling like an electric current is transmitted from the penis to the whole body, and the penis quickly erects into a rod shape. My mother was surprised at the size of my cock. She turned her head with a puzzled look on her face. One little hand could only hold half of it. After a slight hesitation, the other little hand also joined the battle. The two hands took turns stroking it. Soon my cock became bulging with veins and became erect in my mother's warm little hand.

"Baby, is that so?"

"Oh, Mom, you're doing very well..." Strangely enough, at this moment I felt more excited as if I had gotten what I wanted. Mom's stroking was more and more exciting, and there were tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, but I had no desire to ejaculate for a long time. "Mom, I want to do it on your feet..."

“So many names? Really…” Mom glanced at me shyly with a strange look on her face, but still leaned back on the bed.

I held my mother's white feet and pulled them in front of me, rubbing my cock on the smooth instep of her feet, drawing one circle after another covered with mucus. Such beautiful and tender little feet! No wonder the ancients called women’s feet “golden lotus”. The skin is thin, white and tender, and the blue veins under the skin are faintly visible.

I put my mother's tender soles together to clamp my penis and started thrusting. The lines on the soles of my feet rub against my foreskin, and the pleasure becomes more and more intense. My mother is ticklish, and she pulled her legs back with a gentle giggle. I stubbornly grabbed her ankles and pulled them back.

The glans moved in and out between the slender toes, and my mother's shoulders shook with laughter. I really want to take my toes into my mouth and suck them, but I don't dare. After playing with my mother's beautiful feet to my heart's content, my glans became so swollen that it seemed like it was about to explode.

He took a step forward, knelt on one knee on the bed, and extended his penis to his mother's cheek. My mother knew that I was about to ejaculate, so she quickly took some paper and shot all of my thick semen onto the paper.

"Mom, I'm going back..." Mom closed her lips and said nothing. I fled back to the bedroom in a panic, gasping for breath. Overnight, I have lusted after my mother's slender hands, jade feet and beautiful legs. This is just the beginning. I will slowly eat away at my mother's body bit by bit until I own her whole body...