Mother-son lust (1-2) (family incest adult novel)

Mother-son passion (1~8)

1. Lovesickness makes one grow old

Is there any mother in the world who is like my mother, who has given me the love and affection like a husband and wife for more than 20 years?

The oil ran out and the lamp went out, and he passed away peacefully in his sleep.

She seemed to have a premonition that she would not live long, so she wrote me a letter and told me:

"I'm very weak. If you're going out, come back and see me."

She rarely asked for anything from me. Once she received the letter, she dropped everything and boarded the earliest flight from Canada.

Canada flew back to Hong Kong.

When I saw my mother's sick face lying in bed, my heart ached. In the past two or three years, I have not

Always be by her side to take care of her.

She asked me to help her get up, comb her hair and put on some light makeup in front of the dressing table. The hand holding the eyebrow pencil trembles slightly

move. I shed tears when I saw her haggard look in the mirror. I still remember her long hair.

Her hair was smooth, clean and shiny. I leaned on the bed and watched her combing her hair quietly.

It is pleasing to the eye.

"Do I look better?" she asked me.

"Mom, you look beautiful."

"I didn't expect you to come back so soon. I didn't have time to dye my hair and you saw me looking so haggard."

"No need. You look good this way."

"Look at me like this, you won't want to have sex with me. You seldom come back these past few years, and when you do come back, you don't

Don't have sex with me. I'm old and you don't need me anymore. "She looked in the mirror and pondered.

"Mom... don't say that. I'm old too."

It is difficult to recognize old age in front of your mother. I remember that year, I wanted her to spend the rest of her life with me.

Browning's romantic poem: "Grow old with me", but he dared not say it out loud. After all, we are all old. I

I stroked my mother's hair and said to her, "I don't care about your gray hair, and I don't care about my gray hair either. I just

Care about the days we spent together. In the past twenty years, I have indeed run a lot and am a little tired.

I leaned against her back, hugged her fragile body, rested my chin on her shoulder, and leaned against her

Face. She leaned back against me and raised her hand to stroke my face. Her fingertips are cold, like snakes

Sliding across my face.

"How long has it been since we made love?"

"I can go back to Canada as long as I want."

"It's been almost two years."

"Mom, I'm sorry, the business in Canada is very busy and I can't leave. And the business here..."

"I understand. I just miss you. I'll be satisfied if you succeed in your career."

"That's not an excuse. You've spent your whole life thinking about what you could do for me, and I haven't done enough to repay you."

"You have been very good to me, I am just annoyed that I can no longer serve you. If you don't mind my age,

I'm sick, I want you to make love with me, just like before. "

I was so moved that I cried, and she also shed tears.

"Mom, how could I dislike you? I'm just worried that your body can't handle it. Can I wait until you feel better before doing it?"

"Come, my dear son. I am only breathing now. Take me to bed."

I held back my tears, picked her up and carried her to the bed. He stood in front of her bed and took off his clothes.

She lay there, her eyes fixed on me, watching me take off my clothes. I took off my underwear and she stretched out her white and slender

She lifted my arm and asked me to hold her hand and sit next to her.

"Let me see you clearly. You've gained weight. When did you become bald?"

When my mother said this, I felt ashamed of myself. When you reach middle age, you will feel sad. You will realize that you are no longer young.

We are getting older, let alone our mother?

I caressed her thighs through the thin fabric. She is not tall, but has a pair of attractive legs.

She always kept her beautiful thighs tightly in her trouser legs until that night when I took off her trousers.

Only when I got down did I notice her slim waist and beautiful legs.

She also had a pair of cute little breasts, and before I started to unbutton her nightgown, I held them in my hands one by one, kneading them gently,

Pinch lightly. Then he unbuttoned the buttons of his front one by one, but did not take it off, just spread it out, revealing his

Reveal her tits. Of course my mother was willing to be completely naked for me; her body had fascinated me. And from her nakedness,

I have received all the sweetness of love. But the fact that she was naked like this was enough for me.

I longed for her body, but I longed to see her face even more. The gentle face, the confused look,

It is the most unforgettable thing for me. I pushed back her silky hair, revealing her forehead, face, and ears.

Flower. Her breasts have never been full and firm, but at this age, they still maintain

It was in the same shape as it was when I first laid it bare.

She took my hand and placed it over her small breast, imprinting her skin and contours into my palm.

This is my mother's breast, which has borne me, nourished me, and nourished me with its love in my lonely days.

I, I will never forget its warmth and its undulating lines.

My mother closed her eyes slightly, and tears rolled down from the creases at the corners of her eyes. The wrinkles on her forehead are the result of years.

Traces left on human faces. When I left two years ago, I didn't realize she had aged. My mother is kind-hearted, so

Aging more gracefully than other women. However, today, the powder on her face could no longer conceal her vanity.

Weak and pale.

I also closed my eyes and kissed her slightly trembling lips. I still remember the warmth on her lips and

The kind, understanding look on her face when we first made love in 1989. For me, she was willing to give her body to me

To resolve the lust of young people.

She pointed to the bedside and showed me where the lubricant was. It was always there, next to the bedside lamp, ready for use at any time.

spare. When I am not with her, she will keep it there, waiting for me to come back and use it when I need it.

it.

I dipped my fingers in some cold lubricant, applied it to my mother's private parts under her skirt, and probed deep inside. She trembled.

The trembling made me believe that she was still as sensitive to sexual touch. During the past twenty years, when I was away from home on business,

Thanks to my mother's selfless dedication, I was able to live the sexual life that a normal man needs during my lonely days.

live.

I put my arms around her thin shoulders, lifted her chin, and kissed her non-stop. She frowned and accepted my kiss.

Kiss, I moistened my mother's lips with my saliva, and her hands were on my shoulders, gently stroking the back of my neck.

I put my hand inside my mother's nightgown through the open front of her clothes, and then around her back, touching her warm and cool body.

He stroked her back, then her slender waist and her cold buttocks. Her frail body, barely able to breathe,

It feels like a piece of soft silk in my hands. I hugged her, and my mother melted in my arms.

My chest rested gently on her breasts and she rubbed her nipples against me. Her slender arms and her whole

Her thighs were closed over my body in a mating position. My mother is below me, and we have been doing this for a long time.

The intercourse position has always been the same, and has never changed for twenty years. She put her panties under her skirt

Pulling down, bending my knees, I pulled my panties off and searched for my burning desire under my waist. Found it, hold it

In hand.

When I got hard in her hand, I would smile knowingly and guide it between my legs. I lifted her hips,

She was too weak to arch her back under me. My thighs have become thinner and less elastic than before.

weight. I didn't mind at all, and I felt that my mother loved me even more, even more.

I gently lifted her body, let her lead the way, and thrust in gently, pushing forward slowly, afraid to use too much force.

If I push too hard, she will be crushed, until the whole thing is inside and sinks down, and we are completely stuck together.

In her is a love that surrounds me on all sides, a place that is always open to me.

No matter what the situation is, as long as I need it, it will always accept me unconditionally. This feeling of love, don't

It can't be found in women. I am talking about the unique experience of a mother and son who truly love each other, which does not care about age.

It does not take into account age, seniority, appearance or figure. It is the truest and purest love in the world.

I stroked her breasts and the small nipples became hard. She raised her head with great effort and let me lick the

Tears, took her trembling lips into his mouth and sucked them like he was sucking her nipples.

She opened her eyes, and her warm look radiated light like the sun in winter. Mother used her remaining

She used her strength to wrap her legs tightly around me. I opened my arms and took my mother into my arms, hugging her

She, and she floated up and down with the waves of desire, just going with the flow. Then I squirmed eagerly,

Under the urging of. Then in her throat, I heard her whimpering moans and love words uncontrollably.

"Mom, did it hurt you?"

The mother was in tears. I was afraid that she couldn't bear it, so I slowed down my thrusting. When I was about to stop, she hugged me.

My shoulder, saying:

"I can handle it, don't stop. Don't worry about anything else, just love me according to your feelings."

"Mom? Do you really want to?"

"Don't talk, just love me now." She panted.

"I know, Mom. Let me love you, forever..."

As I said this, I hugged her tightly, gently caressing her nipples, and thrusting in and out deep and shallow. A thought in my mind

Scene after scene recalls the good times when he and she first met, and the many twists and turns they had gone through. It wasn't a chance meeting.

It is an eternal covenant. She is a good mother to me, and she is also my beloved wife and the mother of my children. us

I have experienced immense pleasure in bed, and it is not easy to come by. I thought of how close and multifaceted our relationship was.

I was even more afraid of losing her, so I couldn't control myself and ejaculated into her little pussy.

My mother closed her eyes, as if she wanted to remember every pulse of my ejaculation in her mind.

's memory. I held her hips, supporting her body, so that our bodies were connected and joined.

Until my penis gradually softened and withdrew. I couldn't hold on in my mother's body for a moment longer.

The feeling of being indebted.

However, seeing my mother’s frail body lying helplessly in my arms like a little girl,

I felt relieved when I saw the peace and satisfaction my face felt after making love. Reaching under the pillow, I felt a

Small towel. I used it to clean myself, and she put it between her legs like a sanitary napkin to suck the liquid out of her pussy.

Backflow of semen.

When I am not at home, the small towel is still placed under her pillow, keeping watch over her. I recognize the one we used to

I used it often. I used it two years ago, the night before I separated from her, after we had sex all night. She washed it.

Keep it. Over the past twenty years, how many times have body fluids been exchanged? How big a vessel would be needed to collect them?

Can it accommodate? Our love juices, sticky on her pubic mound, mixed together and it was impossible to tell which was mother's.

Which ones are mine?

This was not a particularly passionate love, but her thighs and pubic hair were wet with my rain and dew, and she

Her body seemed to wake up, and spring bloomed on her weather-beaten face. I combed her light hair with my fingers

A few strands of my pubic hair fell off as we rubbed against each other and stuck to my fingers. I then realized that my mother’s pubic hair was thicker than before.

Sparse, starting to fall out like the worries on my head.

"I'm useless. I can no longer make love to you thoroughly." Mother raised her eyes and looked at me.

"Mom, what are you talking about? You're doing great, but I'm useless. I'm not as brave as I used to be. I can't get hard anymore."

"Look at me like this, are you going to force your way there?"

"Mom, don't be like this. Believe me, I have never met another woman who can compare to you in bed and make me so crazy.

Hot, obsessed. "I'm telling the truth. I haven't slept with many women, but they are all good at sex.

Having a mother can raise the temperature of lovemaking to the extreme.

I gave her a deep kiss and she accepted it with her eyes closed. She chose to believe me. She has met so many men.

A woman who had been abandoned before, so she hopes to become the most important woman in a man's life.

I sincerely express my feelings. In this vast world, it is impossible for a man to be with the same woman for his whole life.

The fate of mother and child and husband and wife, one life as mother and child and half life as husband and wife. What makes me sad is that I have to share my mother with another woman

I love. However, my mother never cares about her own gains and losses, she only thinks about giving, and the happiness I get from her is

It was her happiness that she became my wife on this side of the ocean without any regrets, guarding me and raising a pair of children for me.

Children.

She can't get all of me, but she knows that I love her. And I also know how she cares about

I. She misses me more than a loving mother misses her son who is away from home. I have to admit that I didn't know how to love from the beginning

Her, because I didn't understand what that was. When I finally understood it, it was a pity that I didn't have much time left.

I haven't been with her for the past few years. I haven't done my duty to take care of her, which makes her miss me. She never complained.

Half a sentence, because they were afraid that I would be distracted and affect my family and career. But I can see that I am not around her often.

The days make her haggard, and lovesickness makes people old. She grows old because of my lovesickness.

God, can you give me another ten years, so that I can stay by my mother's side, treat her well, and make up for all the things I have done to her?

loss? My mother lived her whole life only for me and our children. In fact, she also needs someone to pamper her and love her.

she.

(II) The spring clothes were thin

I let my mother rest her head on my shoulder, and she fell asleep while resting. I didn't dare to move from her lying position.

Disturb her. After a while, she opened her eyes and said:

"What? I fell asleep?"

"Yes! After making love, we fell asleep. You slept sweetly and beautifully."

"What time is it?"

"About five o'clock."

"Hurry up and get dressed, they'll be back soon."

They are the two children my mother gave birth to for me. They are both in high school and my son is about to enter college. Mother said

Yes, I had just put on my clothes when I heard voices outside. They didn't knock, they just pushed the door open and saw me.

Stunned.

"Dad is back, why don't you call him dad quickly?" said the mother.

They haven't called me dad for a long time. They hadn't seen me for three years, so they had no expectation of seeing me.

A little shy towards me. My son looks exactly like me, and my daughter looks like her. To break the barriers,

I'll speak first:

"How are you, kids? Daddy always misses you. I'm very happy to see you."

They still pursed their lips and said nothing. Maybe it was because he had to get past me before he could greet his mother.

He bowed respectfully to me, like a primary school student bowing to his teacher, then walked around me and went to my mother's bed.

forward. Seeing the mother and her two children showing natural affection, I felt like an outsider, standing aside. In him

In the hearts of my two siblings, there is no such thing as me as a father. I actually felt envious.

My mother said something to them, and they turned around and called me, "Dad."

And I was so moved that I shed tears. They knew that when my father, who was not often at home, came home, my mother would

It was taken away. I know that my mother kept our secrets, but they probably knew more about me.

Have some concerns about me. When I was in my mother's bedroom, they always left tactfully. In fact, I am so

I really hope they can stay a little longer so that the four of us can be together as a family.

"They are still young, so you have to give them more guidance in the future," my mother told me.

"Mom, they are my children, how can I not take care of them? Seeing them is like seeing the past.

Self. "

"In fact, you were even more stubborn and perseverant than they were back then."

My mother is right, that's exactly how I am. I remember that when I met my father that year, I refused to call him dad.

There really is cause and effect in this world, and we are all governed by the karma we create. I saw my frail mother lying in bed

As soon as we made love, she held my hand and gave me instructions for our two children. I can't help

I felt sad and recalled the past events of more than 30 years ago.

"Mom, do you still remember those days? When you sent me to Nanyang, I was older than Guoqiang and Lijuan.

Small. "

My mother looked at an old photo of us on the dressing table, taken at a photo studio before we left. She thought that this photo was

She doesn't know when they will meet again, just like her husband.

Who would have known that when she returned more than ten years later, I would become her bedmate?

Back then, I was extremely reluctant to leave Hong Kong and my mother and travel across the ocean to a foreign country. My father is a Chinese from Southeast Asia.

He went abroad to work when he was young, returned home, got married, and had me. He returned to Southeast Asia, and my mother brought me to settle in Hong Kong.

What I know about my father is what I heard from my mother and my uncles from the same hometown. My father was originally from Nanyang.

He did manual labor in a rubber plantation. Later, a rich lady fell in love with him and married him despite his poverty. So he became successful.

He had always concealed from her the fact that he already had a family in his hometown.

My mother never complained. For my sake, she always kept her so-called wifely virtues and did not remarry.

I hope that one day I will be able to make a name for myself in Southeast Asia like my father did.

My father's wife in Southeast Asia gave birth to several daughters but no sons. He dared to tell her the secret of having a son.

dense. So he took me in to inherit his business.

My mother sent me there, hoping that I would get some benefits as the eldest son. In the environment at that time, and

Her experience, that was my best way out.

Even though my mother didn't mind my father abandoning her, I couldn't forgive him for being so unfaithful to her, nor could I accept that

A woman took my father away from me. I had long since decided not to seek refuge with my strange father.

We just couldn't get along during the short time we spent in Nanyang. She was originally the matchmaker's first wife,

In the mouths of the people around her, she became a mistress. What am I going to do with my status as the eldest son? Being excluded by my sister and others

Roll of eyes. I accidentally got into trouble, so my father hurriedly sent me to Canada to study. I long for a home of my own.

After graduating from college, he quickly married his classmate, had children, and settled in that country.

Life in Canada was so easy that I didn’t want to leave. I worked hard to build my own business and quickly climbed up the ladder.

Get to a high position and gain the trust of the foreign boss. But I almost forgot my mother and my hometown. However, things are unpredictable.

I finally returned to Hong Kong, which I don’t like very much.

If I were content with the dull life in Canada, my mother and I would have had a quarter-century-long affair.

Love will not begin. As soon as my boss gave me the assignment, I set off to open the company's Asia-Pacific office in Hong Kong.

When I returned, it was the rainy season. My mother, who had not been seen for ten years, opened the door to welcome me.

"Mom, I'm back," I said.

"You're finally back."

Our sleeping place also kept its original appearance, a bunk bed, I slept on the top bunk and she slept on the bottom bunk.

That's what small is. I look at the same furniture, which brings back memories of my youth. Look at my mother, she is dressed

The dress is the same as before, nothing has changed, just like when he waved goodbye to me at the airport.

"We can live our lives like before," I said. In those days, we, mother and son, depended on each other for survival.

Live a carefree life...

For many years, she still lived in that dilapidated house, as if she wanted to keep something. I followed my mother into our

The room, the old wooden bed, and the bedding were all there. When I saw our berth, I suddenly realized that

My mother never expected my father to come back to her or sleep with her.

How much conjugal love has she experienced? I have no idea. She never mentioned it, but for as long as I can remember, my father

My dear, I have never been home. In that era, once a woman got married, her husband became the purpose of her life. A mother is worse than a husband

How can I spend those days sleeping alone without my husband?

When I left home, I had three parts of respect and love for her, but seven parts of resentment towards her, and it was because of her that I was sent to Southeast Asia. When I came back,

When I grew up and understood more about life, I felt very fond of her.

She was running around, busy cooking for me. I have a lot to say to her but I don't know where to start. After dinner,

She brought me a cup of hot tea. I looked up and our eyes met, and I saw a pitiful woman. I never

I have seen my mother clearly. I always look up to her. Even when I was in middle school, I was still beaten by her if I did something wrong.

To the child, the mother is just the same and she is never seen as a woman. actually,

My mother is pretty. I am half her age, but she still has her charm. The body is a little thin, no

Most women gain weight when they reach middle age.

When we meet again, I am no longer the young man I was when I left home. I have traveled to Southeast Asia and received a Western education.

After going through a lot and getting married, I am a completely different person. She changed to another attitude that I didn't expect

Degree, serve me in another capacity.

I could feel that living under the same roof with my mother again brought a new joy to my life.

Freshness. I go out early and come back late, and we don't talk much. However, there are some small things in daily life.

The actions of the mother gradually drew me into her closed life...