Love for my mother: Taipei past (family incest adult novel)

I came across a lot of incest information during college. At that time, I caught an adult film called "Sexy Mother". I couldn't control myself for a long time after watching it. Although I knew it was fake, the heroine, the mother, was not only very slutty, but the style was also the mature style that I love. After that, I started downloading videos of mother-son incest. After watching them for countless years, I always have a sense of loss. The mothers in the films always act very slutty, and the actress who played the mother was raped by her son and even laughed. At that moment, there was only one word in my mind that could describe it: "fuck".

Every time after I catch a new incest movie, I always feel irritated after watching it, and even have thoughts like "Fuck, why don't I be the director?" It's just a word: "fake", so fake. It's just a pure handjob movie, but it feels empty after watching it. Even someone with such a rich imagination feels that porn movies are getting uglier and uglier recently. After that, I started to try reading erotic literature, that is, articles about incest, and found that reading the articles allows me to imagine on my own, which is more exciting than watching the movies directly.

Maybe that's the case. Although I have tried to write articles, it's a pity that I am not cut out for it. I couldn't come up with any good plot after writing for a while, so I just became a reader. Although most of the incest articles are quite fake, the excellent ones are only a minority. As I read, scenes of my mother began to appear in my mind. This sense of reality made me even more excited. Perhaps it was at this time that I started to have incestuous thoughts about my mother, which was a formal breaking point.

Unfortunately, in reality I am just a coward. I was a stay-at-home for four years in college. Besides online games, I also read Stephen King's horror novels. I got along well with my mother, but I had more or less respect for her. It was difficult for me to look her in the face and fantasize about her squatting down to give me a blowjob. When I first had this idea, I always felt very guilty. But until I was discharged from the army, I became a real man and my view on things was different.

At that time, I was truly obsessed with my mother's body, I liked her noble temperament, I liked her love. My mother had a small shortcoming, which was that she was too nice to people and didn't know how to refuse others, but it was only limited to a few. She always packaged herself as smart and capable, but she didn't know that the little woman in her heart wanted to be cared for by a man in bed. That year, I felt that I had changed. Although I still had the desire but not the courage, I had changed more or less.

In fact, I am also a fan of mature women, but I didn't dare to do anything to my mother before. Since I was a child, I have been fascinated by the curve of a woman's waist, especially when viewed from behind, that slender waist, round and strong buttocks, slightly separated thighs, private parts covered by underwear, and the long curve of the calves, oh... God, just thinking about it is enough to make me erect. I don't have any special liking for mature women, but as for my mother, it made me fall into the idea of ​​a lewd mother step by step.

There are too many methods of incest with the mother on the Internet. Whether true or false, they can always arouse people's most primitive sexual desire. After all, my mother is the woman who lives under the same roof with me every day. How can I, a young and energetic person, not have improper thoughts? Moreover, my mother's figure and appearance are not too bad, which always makes me sexually excited. When discussing with my friends about new AV actresses, I always treated my mother as the heroine in the AV film, and penetrated her lower body and rubbed her snow-white breasts.

But, that was just my fantasy. As time went by, my sexual desire for my mother became stronger and stronger. I looked for more feasible methods on the Internet, and felt that only a few had a chance of success. So, I forgot which night, with my mind filled with sperm, I took the first step towards incest. But before I talk about this, let me first talk about the situation at home. This is not to whet your appetite, but I just feel it is necessary to introduce it. I'm sorry in advance.

My mother is very different from the ones in general incest novels. She is not a charming teacher, nor a rural woman, a rich lady, or a lonely and slutty wife. She is a small vendor in the vegetable market who goes out early and comes back early. She goes to the vegetable market to set up a stall before dawn every morning. Although my father is a civil servant and his salary is enough to cover the family expenses, my mother is a hard-working person who cannot sit still and likes to communicate with people. She has been selling vegetables for five years.

Sometimes I would go to the vegetable market to help out on holidays. The ground was covered with blue and white striped nylon cloth, on which were placed baskets of different sizes, with colors used to distinguish vegetables and fruits. My mother had her own set of business skills. She looked gentle and elegant on the outside, and her conversation revealed the air of a lady from a noble family. However, she was always so decisive in negotiating prices that she could always impress the customers from the bottom of their hearts. I once asked my mother by chance why she worked so hard to set up a stall. She picked up a guava, took a bite and said with a smile, "Because I love it."

My mother was greeting guests in front, while I was squatting on a small stool behind her, holding a small sickle and peeling various fruits and vegetables. I don't know when it started, but I got into the habit of intentionally or unintentionally glancing at my mother's back, especially her lower body. My mother's buttocks kept twisting left and right in front of my eyes, and I often stared at it in a trance, and my lower body involuntarily became hard. My mother usually wears a short T-shirt with a short scarf draped over the front, reaching just below her thighs and above her knees. There are many pockets under the scarf, which are where she keeps change.

When my mother was trying to attract customers, the customers usually bent over and looked carefully at the fruits and vegetables on the ground, or simply squatted down, picking vegetables while bargaining with my mother, and buying other things at the same time. My mother would often put her knees together, bend her knees slightly, bend down, and carefully explain to the customers. This action was a fatal temptation to me who was watching from behind. Her plump and full buttocks, whether she was wearing jeans or trousers, were of even size and shape, and were the seductive buttocks of a mature woman.

Because of the posture, my butt was raised up and swayed from side to side, as if it was saying to me, come and fuck me hard from behind, I want you to fuck me all the way in at once. There's no way. I'm naturally defenseless against women's butts, especially my mother, who has a well-proportioned body. Although she is only 165 cm tall, her upper body is slightly shorter and her lower body is slightly longer, which makes her calves look more slender and powerful. Who would have thought that in the world behind the apron, there is such a charming flavor of seductive buttocks.

Speaking of my time in this vegetable market, I have seen my mother's private parts exposed countless times. When my mother squatted on the ground, it was common for me to see her cleavage directly from a high place. Although her bust size was only about C, which is about halfway between B and C, her breasts were very firm. It was said that it was because I did not like to drink breast milk when I was a child and only liked to drink milk, that prevented my mother's breasts from being sucked dry and flat, or even sagging, by me.

Although I can see it, I can't be so blatant. I have also seen my mother's underwear. When my mother was processing various fruits and vegetables in the morning, she wore low-waisted pants when she squatted down, and her underwear was often exposed. Sometimes I could even see her buttocks. By the way, why am I particularly fascinated by my mother's buttocks? It's because there is a mole on the right lower back of my mother. One mole is not uncommon, but there are three connected stars in the shape of a triangle. Why I know this? I will tell you later.

After talking about the vegetable market, let’s talk about my mother. My mother’s family was originally a wealthy family, but not long after she married my father, the family fell into poverty. They sold the house and returned to their ancestral home to live on the farm and barely make ends meet. My father was still a student at that time. He finally graduated from college and passed the civil service exam. He was finally able to hold his head high and took my mother back to the north with good reason. So my mother has a very peculiar personality. She had the aura of a rich lady in her early years, a rural young woman in her later years, and a housewife after giving birth to me.

Now when I am bored, I still play NDS and read some beauty magazines. I am a typical Taipei native. I speak slowly and logically. There is a charm in every gesture and movement. On the outside, I have an imposing aura which is hidden in my words. To put it bluntly, I appear to be a good boy on the outside, but sometimes I can be very stubborn. My mother has a beautiful face. I am not bragging about it, but she has a special attraction. I once read an incest story, in which the icy and beautiful mother was well-maintained and had natural beauty.

After seeing my mother, I believed that this was true. In her daily life, my mother eats less meat and more vegetables. She loves to eat fruits, so her skin is naturally good. She gets up early every day, has a regular life and rest schedule, and has no bad habits. I really can’t imagine how my mother with such habits can have an unhealthy body? If I have to point out her shortcomings, it's that I'm too nice and too soft. My mother is soft-hearted when I beg for mercy. Although she doesn't always agree to your requests, it's almost there. Having said that, you don't think it's that easy to get my mother, do you?

Think of Miller. If you think making porn is that easy, then just throw away those porn films of mother-son incest. Wanting to seduce the mother, wanting to seduce the mother to have sex with him, wanting to press the mother on the bed and swing his lower body, enjoying the tightness of the mother's warm private parts, thrusting deep into her with every thrust. It is not just about enjoying sex, but it also drives the incestuous mind crazy. Some people want to commit incest with their mother just out of curiosity.

Some people want to pinch their mother's butt just to satisfy their own sexual impulses. Some people watch incest movies, imagining their mother kneeling in front of you, burying her head between your crotch, sucking your penis like a sex slave. What about me? I think I am like most people in wanting to break through this forbidden lust. It's not just my love for my mother, but I am deeply fascinated by her. What's wrong with incest between mother and son, as they both get what they want? Thinking of my mother wearing a sun protection sleeve, stretching out her snow-white right hand, with a shy expression, and tremblingly holding my penis.

Having just completed my military service, and having experienced the emotional trauma of the mutiny, I have placed all my life's focus on work. These days, I have been working very hard every day, and finally collapsed from exhaustion, so I am now recuperating at home. At about three o'clock in the morning, before daybreak, I was awakened by the urge to pee. I went to the bathroom while still sleepy. I subconsciously turned the doorknob and was about to turn it open when I heard the sound of water from inside. At this point, I was mostly awake. It turned out that my mother was going to the vegetable market to set up a stall.

When I wanted to leave, a lustful thought came to my mind. I didn't know how long it had been since I last touched a woman. Looking at my lower body with morning erection, I swallowed my saliva. The incestuous thoughts deep in my heart, all the various thoughts of raping my mother in the past, came to my mind all at once. I found that I actually wanted to peep at my mother taking a bath. At this time, sexual desire was greater than reason. I turned the doorknob and quietly opened a small gap. I squinted my eyes and peeked inside. I saw that my mother was only wearing underwear on her upper body, which was a light brown bra.

It was worn by a mature woman, with patterns on the bra and small sequins on the thin straps, which completely covered and concentrated my mother's breasts. The northern hemisphere seemed to be squeezed out from it, and the base of the breasts on the sides looked thick. The fragrance of just taking a shower choked my nostrils, making me very lustful. My mother's naturally long hair was very flowing under the blow of the hair dryer. Her waist was slender without a trace of fat, and she was wearing a cute pink triangle underwear. Oh my God, it's a pity that I can't see the fleshy buttocks that I want to see the most, but it also makes me satisfied.

My heart started beating abnormally fast. I walked to the kitchen, thinking about the way my mother looked in her underwear. I kept caressing my penis. How great would it be if my mother was willing to have sex with me? As deceptive as fiction? This is not okay, rape? Forget it, this is a self-torture tactic? This is not my style, so there is only one option left, which is "probing" and hinting to my mother that I really want to have sex with her. How can I hint it? If I mentioned Taibai at the beginning, she would definitely be rejected. After all, my mother is not a stupid person, and it would be difficult to scare her with just a few words.

After thinking for a long time, I felt helpless. I found that my penis was pulled out of my pants and was constantly rubbing. I thought, it was really hard and uncomfortable. I quickly put my penis back into my pants. Who knew that when I turned around, my mother was drinking a beverage in the living room. She was only wearing underwear and a pair of jeans. However, the zipper was not zipped up at all, and her underwear was still clearly visible. My mother looked at me in surprise. I hurriedly said, "Ah... Mom... Good morning." My mother realized that her clothes were in disarray and said shyly, "It's the middle of the night. Why are you up so early?"

A sentence popped up in my mind, "I want to fuck you", but unfortunately I didn't dare to say it. I wanted to make up a random excuse, but I felt that this opportunity should not be missed. I stared at my mother's face and breasts and said, "Mom... you are too casual. You wear such revealing clothes. Even with a good figure, you can't have such curves." My mother put on a coat and said with a blushing face, "You are in your forties, and you don't talk seriously." I watched my mother turn around with her back to me. The jeans only covered half of her butt, which was as round and firm as steamed buns, even more attractive.

My mother said, "Go back to bed," and then turned her back to me. She must have been shy. After all, I am also a boy. In the dim light, my mother's back with her back to me looked even more seductive and charming. Her long hair fell to her snow-white back without a top. The deep groove in the keel extended from the top to the bottom to the crotch. On my mother's half-naked buttocks hung a pair of low-waisted jeans that were about to fall off, and on the crotch hung a pair of gauze triangle panties that were deeply sunken between the two buttocks.

My cock had already been erect, with the entire panties bulging out. I wanted to walk directly behind my mother, just like in the incest articles, put my hands around her armpits, support her slender waist with my palms, and slide my hands upwards. Her skin was delicate, soft and fragrant. My palms then supported the lower edge of her breasts, pinching and kneading her breasts rhythmically, and then I pushed my cock hard into the back of her buttocks. Her body would move forward due to the impact, and I would make claws with my five fingers on both hands, pinch her entire breasts hard, and pull her towards me.

Let my mother's body enjoy my caress, I licked my mother's neck, and my mother turned her back to me with her neck tilted back, her head resting on my left shoulder, her body half soft against my chest. Under my teasing, my mother half-actively twisted her buttocks to cater to the rubbing of my penis, and my mother herself had already been aroused by me, and knowing that I was her son, out of a woman's instinct, she wanted to be fucked. At this time, if I could, I would like to press my mother to the ground and let her stick her buttocks up high.

I took out my hard penis. At four in the morning, a mother and son were doing obscene things in the living room, purely wanting to enjoy each other's bodies, to relax and relieve each other's sexual desires. When I thought of this, my mother had already finished the Ovaltine in her hand, pulled her jeans up to her waist, covered her half-exposed buttocks, and walked back to the room in front of me, twisting her buttocks. From beginning to end, my mother's eyes never stared at my erect lower body. Was it because my mother pretended to be calm, or did she not know what I wanted to do at all?

Therefore, I decided to come up with a method, which is to type my lustful thoughts about my mother on the computer, and when my mother is using the computer, she might click on it to see it. I know this method is terrible, but if I were to do as in incest novels and boldly touch and rub my mother, or even sexually harass her, or directly ask her to help me vent my sexual desires, to be honest, I don't have the courage to do that to my mother. Although I feel like I'm a pervert for wanting to have sex with my own mother, I'm not so perverted as to harass her directly.

After coming back from selling vegetables every day, my mother would take a nap and then use my computer to surf the Internet. I set up a TXT file on my desktop with the title "Mom, I really love you", and in it I typed the affair I had with my mother in the early morning a few days ago. The content described how beautiful my mother was and how nice it would be if my mother could be my girlfriend. He first said that he was involved in a mutiny and it had been a long time since then. He wanted to have a girlfriend. When he saw my mother that day, he thought how nice it would be if my mother could be my girlfriend.

I thought the content was quite stupid, but I couldn't just call and say, "Mom, I want to have incest with you." I always felt that I didn't know whether my mother would reply. After a week, the content of the TXT file had not changed at all. I even felt that my mother had read it, but she didn't want to pay attention to me because she knew that mother-son incest was impossible. Alas, it seems that this trick is useless. Should I actively harass my mother? Do I dare to do this? And now, what does my mother think of me? I have no idea.

In addition, my mother is not used to turning on the lights when she sleeps. When the sun just wakes up in the early morning, only faint sunlight shines through the windows of the room and through the chiffon curtains, making the room filled with a drowsy feeling. I take advantage of the dead corners of clothes and closets and hide a little distance from my mother's bed, looking at my mother's sleepy appearance, her long black hair scattered on the pillow. My mother is used to sleeping in only underwear, with her snow-white arms exposed outside the quilt, and her breasts covered by the quilt.

That day, I tiptoed into my mother's boudoir as usual. Whenever I fantasized about my mother at close range, my hands would always caress my penis unconsciously. My left hand would pinch the air with my five fingers, imagining my mother's breasts being kneaded in my hands, and thinking about sucking my mother's sweet lips. The fantasies made me very excited. When I felt it was about time, I quickly left the room. As I was lying on the ground and slowly crawling out, I looked up and saw my mother's lower body, naked and exposed in front of me.

Today my mother's sleeping posture was very bad. The whole quilt covered her upper body, even her head, so she was sleeping on her side. However, the quilt only covered her waist. My mother's fleshy buttocks and snow-white legs were completely exposed. She was lying on her side with her right leg bent, and her left leg was straight, with her knees pressed against the bed. Her buttocks were sticking out. She was wearing a black triangle underwear with lace on the side. I was completely stunned. It was so close. As long as I stretched out my hand, I could touch my mother's private parts.

All kinds of incestuous plots kept popping up in my mind. "Go ahead and touch it." Do I dare? No, I'm always a coward. My mother's buttocks have such beautiful curves, two round and perky balls, her panties are stretched out by her buttocks, her thighs are slender without any fat, and her calves are long without any elephant legs. I really want to see my mother wearing black suspenders. I was panting, my head on the edge of the bed, staring at my mother's buttocks, my right hand quickly stroking my penis. I really wanted to pinch it hard, and I really wanted to learn from the incest plot and rub my penis against that fleshy buttocks.

When my sexual fantasy reached its climax, a turbid white smelly liquid was ejaculated under my mother's bed. After I ejaculated, I don't know why I felt guilty, which made me leave the room in a hurry. Then I felt a great sense of loss. I felt that I was becoming more and more cowardly. Alas, I went back to sleep with disappointment. When I woke up, I went online as usual, thinking about deleting the stupid TXT file on my desktop. Before deleting it, I opened it out of habit, but then I found a line of words at the bottom, which read "Be brave to get over the emotional pain, and don't have any evil thoughts about me."

I rubbed my eyes. It turned out that my mother had already seen it. It seems that there is still hope. I decided to find a suitable time to tell my mother how much I miss her. I wonder what my mother will think? Today is a holiday, I rode my motorcycle to my mother's stall to help out. There was a crowd of people coming and going, and my mother was busy in and out, saying "Come and have a look, they are cheap", and "I have the freshest ones here". Looking at my mother's back, I actually had a flash of lustful fantasy, and a sense of guilt suddenly rose up. I am really a jerk.

I bought a cup of oolong tea for my mother to quench her thirst. My mother smiled and chatted with me. Looking at her look today, with a small bunch of bangs pulled up on her forehead and two long bangs on both sides, she looked so hot. No wonder my mother has so many male customers. My mother sucked on the straw and looked at me. I thought about her sweet lips. If it was my cock, my mother would suck on my glans, blowing and sucking hard up and down, which must be very comfortable. When I was fantasizing for more than ten seconds, I found that my lower body was hard again.

Due to work needs, my mother bought a small car, the kind without a butt. She removed the back seat cushion and filled it with all kinds of vegetables and fruits. Fortunately, my mother is a small dealer, and the farmers she purchases from are all self-producers, so they can purchase small quantities and a variety of products, so this car can handle it. When it was time to close the stall, I was busy helping my mother pack the fruits, put them into cartons and put them in the car, while my mother opened the door and crawled into the back of the car. She carried me on her back, knelt in the car, and kept sorting the cartons that had just been brought in.

Because the trunk was not high, my mother had to bend over like a dog, and struggled to put the trunk in place with her hands. I looked at my mother's fleshy buttocks in front of me, twisting left and right, swaying her hips coquettishly. My mother was wearing a beige long skirt today, which swayed and showed off her beautiful buttocks. I even had an urge to climb into the car, lift up my mother's skirt, press down her beautiful back with my hands, pull out my penis, spread open her panties, and directly fuck her pussy in the trunk.

My mother moaned in pain as I penetrated her, but there were vendors from the vegetable market nearby, and she was afraid of being discovered if she screamed loudly, so she had to let me hit her buttocks again and again. I cleverly pushed her mother forward and pulled the large cardboard box behind the door to block my body. In the back compartment, I knelt on the ground, pinched her waist with both hands, and pumped hard. My mother's vagina felt extremely ashamed because it was being pumped hard in the car, and she was afraid of being discovered, which made her vagina contract even more. I took a cucumber.

I stuffed it into my mother's mouth and asked her to bite it. My mother bit it with shame and resentment, and looked at me with her head tilted. Her eyes showed that she wanted me to ejaculate quickly. My waist swung faster and faster, and the shock absorbers of the whole bus began to shake. I felt the car swinging up and down slightly. I hit my mother's cervix with a strong force. My hands took advantage of the situation to pinch my mother's breasts, and my lower body trembled as I ejaculated inside her. The feeling of floating after I ejaculated made me lie on my mother's beautiful back, enjoying the brief tenderness after ejaculation.

As I thrust hard, my mother's body tensed, and when I ejaculated my mother hurriedly said "Don't... ejaculate inside..." Before she could finish her words, my glans had already reached deep into her vagina and ejaculated inside. My mother's swollen labia were torn and pulled by my force, and she bit her tongue hard in pain, and the cucumber made a crisp sound. She clenched her fists in pain, and then after I pulled out my penis, my mother lay on her side in the car, and the vaginal fluid on the floor of the car slowly flowed to the cardboard box next to her.

When I finished my fantasy, my mother turned her head to look at me. She had a strange expression on her face, frowning, and said with a slightly uneasy look, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and clean up." Only then did I realize that my mother had discovered that I was staring at her butt. I skillfully pulled up her pants with my hands to make the erect penis look less obvious. After that, I didn't dare to stare at my mother's body. After I finished cleaning up, my mother yawned, stretched, raised her hands, leaned her body forward, bent her waist, and stuck out her butt.

And that pair of C cup breasts were squeezed out tightly, and against the background of a white three-quarter sleeve dress, the breasts were more rippled, making people unable to help but take a second look. My mother looked back, smiled and said, "Mom is tired, you drive later." I nodded and got in the car. My mother sat in the passenger seat. At first, she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. I thought she was bored, so I turned to a radio station. Damn it, who knew that it turned to an underground radio station that happened to sell erotic DVDs, or porn movies.

I heard waves of girls moaning and yelling, which scared me so much that I quickly turned off the frequency. My mother also woke up with her eyes open and looked at me. I hurriedly explained, "Mom, don't misunderstand." My mother shook her head and smiled and said, "I know." Then we listened to the music of the UFO radio station. The light music of the Blue Danube was very relaxing. She was so relaxed that she fell into a deep sleep. It seemed that I would be lying if I said my mother was not tired after getting up so early in the morning. Seeing my mother working so hard for the family, I was still fantasizing about her and even wanted to have sex with her.

Oh, I sighed softly, shook my mother and called her, "Huh?" How could she sleep so soundly? I subconsciously pushed aside my mother's bangs with my hands, revealing half of her face. She was breathing evenly. I unbuckled my seat belt, got up, and glanced at my mother's cleavage, "What a deep career line." I looked at my mother's face carefully. She had no makeup on, but her skin was well maintained. Her lips were usually covered with lip gloss, which made them look very moist. I didn't know which man had blown and sucked on my mother's ears. I looked at my sleeping mother.

I was so bold as to kiss my mother's face, even though it was just a light kiss. When I came to my senses, I wanted to slap myself. What was I thinking? Then I shook my mother vigorously. She half opened her almond-shaped eyes, squinted, looked around and said, "Are we there yet?" I said, "Yes," and then I got out of the car with my mother. We moved the goods in the car into the room and put them in a large refrigerator. My mother used her hands to push her bangs behind her ears and said to me, "Mom is tired. I'm going to bed first. You should rest early too."

After chatting with my mother for a while, I let her go back to her room to rest. I leaned against the door of her room and heard bursts of water. It seemed that she was taking a bath. I gently turned the doorknob. "Locked?" I was a little surprised. I wondered why my mother locked the door. Did she start to be on guard against me? That was impossible. I didn't harass my mother on the spot. Could it be that when I was peeping in her room a few days ago, she had discovered me?

After I returned to my room, I lay on the bed, thinking that I should not have revealed any flaws in the two weeks of recuperation. At least that's how I comforted myself. I always felt that although I lived with my mother, I was not familiar with everything about her. It was like there was an invisible wall that was slowly getting thicker, so that I could only see my mother but could not hear what she was saying or feel her deepest thoughts. It turned out that as a daughter of a wealthy family, she was born a good actress.

Most people drink Italian coffee, commonly known as latte, cappuccino, etc. In fact, I prefer specialty coffee, commonly known as black coffee. There used to be a coffee shop near my home that roasted its own coffee beans. The lightly roasted coffee beans could bring out the coffee flavor better. The boss was a cupper. I learned a lot about coffee at that time. Occasionally, I would use a hand-brewed pot to make a cup of coffee to drink, but I think most people find it difficult to accept the "sour" taste of coffee, let me give you an analogy.

To put it simply, Italian coffee is equivalent to the current beverage shops, which serve bubble tea, while boutique coffee is the tea used for brewing. I have talked too much about this and it seems a bit off topic. The point is an incident that happened to me when I was working in a coffee shop. At that time, there were often some people in the store who pretended to know a lot and showed off their coffee knowledge at the counter, commonly known as "talking nonsense". Although I am not a counter hand, and I also think that the beans used in this coffee shop are pretty bad, but since I am living under someone else's roof, it is better not to say anything nonsense.

At that time, I found that every hour before closing, a beautiful mature woman would always walk into the store. She would only order simple meals and not coffee. She came here for several weeks in a row. Sometimes she dressed coquettishly and seductively, and sometimes she dressed noble and elegantly. This kind of woman looks like someone who knows how to live. One evening, when I was clearing the plates for her, I casually asked, "Sir, why didn't you order coffee?" The beautiful mature woman turned to me, smiled and said, "Because the coffee here is bad," with her eyes crooked when she smiled.

Not bad, really beautiful. I smiled and said, "You are really straightforward, but I agree with you." I didn't expect that these few short sentences would allow me to get in touch with her. In the beginning, whenever this beautiful mature woman came to the store, she would chat with me over coffee while I was serving my meals. I didn't know if I had transferred my lustful thoughts about my mother to this mature woman, and gradually I had feelings for this woman. Maybe I didn't want to masturbate thinking about my mother's body anymore, and wanted a real woman, enjoying the warmth her vagina brought me.

So I plucked up my courage and pursued this mature woman boldly, until one night two weeks later. It was cloudy and rainy outside that day. The beautiful mature woman knew that I was interested in her, but she kept flirting with me without saying it clearly, which made me itchy. After the mature woman finished her meal, I felt that I was burning with desire and had no idea of ​​how to do it. So every time she came, she would only say a few words to me and she didn't give me her cell phone. She was really a smart woman like a vixen. I opened the door and chased her out.

I gently held her hand. The beautiful mature woman was wearing a dark gray suit, big wavy brown curls, heavy makeup, and long and thick false eyelashes. She looked at me with a little fear on her face. I smiled and said, "Would you like to drink real coffee tonight?" The beautiful mature woman blinked and said with a smile, "Young people can't help it after all. I'm old, and there are still handsome guys who will treat me to coffee, hehe." I lightly put my arms around the beautiful mature woman's waist, pulled her to my side, and said in her ear, "The coffee is delicious. It is guaranteed to make you feel comfortable all over and feel like you're in ecstasy."

After I finished speaking, I breathed into her ear. The beautiful mature woman took a step forward, turned to look at me and said, "Oh, you really have a double meaning. People are so bold nowadays." Then she moved closer to my chest, unbuttoned her chest with her left hand, revealing her snow-white breasts, a cleavage, and a light blue bra. I was stunned by what I saw, and my lower body was already engorged and erect. The beautiful mature woman saw that I was staring at her, then she pulled up her collar, patted and touched my lower body, and said with a smile, "Little pervert."

Then I got a taxi. I hailed it several times, but it seemed hopeless, so I had to shake off the raindrops on my body and prepare to close the shop for a rest. When I was pulling the scooter, I got in the car and was about to start it, when I suddenly felt someone sitting on the cushion behind me. I turned around and saw that it was the beautiful mature woman. The woman looked at me and smiled. I was stunned for a while, then I slowly said, "What's going on?" The beautiful mature woman put her arm around my waist and said with a smile, "Are you not leaving yet?" I looked at her in confusion, because it was so abrupt, this sudden surprise caught me off guard.

While I was still in a daze, the beautiful mature woman put her hands on my legs and pinched my thighs. Then I realized that this woman was teasing me. The beautiful mature woman said, "Have some coffee. If you don't leave, I'll call a taxi." I stepped on the accelerator, thinking about where to go to spend the night with this mature woman, home? Impossible. Although my dad was in the south, my mom must be at home. So when I stopped at a red light, I turned around and asked her, "Can I go to your house tonight?" The beautiful mature woman bit my earlobe and said, "You little rascal, you want to come to my house and bully me?"

She was really smart. With her directions, I came to an alley near Banqiao Station, followed the mature woman up the stairs, and came to a slightly old apartment. When I entered the door, I saw the beautiful decoration inside. I couldn't wait to hug the woman and kiss her passionately. The beautiful mature woman seemed to like me to be a little rough. Her faint wailing and moaning aroused my long-suppressed sexual desire. The grey suit jacket was pulled off from behind by me.

I turned the beautiful mature woman to the front and started to rub her on the sofa. I put my fingers deep into the beautiful mature woman's shirt. There was a gap between the buttons, so I hooked my fingers in the gap and pulled it left and right with force. The sound of the buttons and fabric being torn rang in my ears. The beautiful mature woman showed a shy expression and covered her breasts with her hands. I pulled the beautiful mature woman's hands apart and lifted them up, and fixed the beautiful mature woman's wrists with my left hand. A pair of D cup breasts were in front of me, and my heart was beating fast.

At this time, I was surprisingly calmer than usual. When I took a closer look at this beautiful mature woman, I couldn't stand it. I was too lazy to keep typing the three words "beautiful mature woman" because it was too long, so I changed it to "Sister Fox" because I felt that this woman had the vixen quality and knew how to seduce men. Sister Fox's face is somewhat similar to my mother's, but her eyes are not as big as my mother's. However, her breasts are bigger than my mother's. I pulled down Sister Fox's bra, and it was a front-clasped Gothic-style bra.

After the bra was unhooked, it popped open to the left and right sides. Although the D cup breasts were huge, unfortunately the disadvantage of mature women's D cup breasts was that they were a little saggy, and the nipples were dark brown. I held Sister Fox's cheeks with both hands, kissed her forehead, nose tip, lips, and chin, and extended my tongue to lick from Sister Fox's chin to neck, sternum to cleavage, smelling an unknown perfume, sucking Sister Fox's nipples carefully, and my left hand also took the opportunity to rub Sister Fox's left breast in a counterclockwise circle. Sister Fox leaned her head on the edge of the sofa with her legs open.

It was crossed and wrapped around my waist. I lay on Sister Fox, playing with her soft breasts while caressing her right buttock with my right hand, touching her buttocks and pinching her legs, pressing and scraping her buttocks, thighs and calves with my five fingers. Finally, I bent Sister Fox's calves and pressed them on her body, bending her right foot and touching her right breast with her knee. I looked at Sister Fox's buttocks in her suit pants and fixed her right foot with my left hand. I used my right hand to slap Sister Fox's right half of her buttocks hard, and Sister Fox howled loudly in pain.

I saw Sister Fox with a frown on her face, and she looked really lewd and enjoying herself. I quickly unzipped Sister Fox's trousers, hooked my hands on the waistband of her trousers, and pulled them down from under her buttocks. She was wearing a sexy pink underwear with a cute little bow on it. I took the opportunity to lift Sister Fox's left foot as well, and pulled both feet outward at the same time, forming a frog-legged posture. Sister Fox hooked her hands around my neck, and her left hand reached from my chest to my penis, rubbing it non-stop outside my jeans.

I saw Sister Fox gasping continuously. I just used my fingers to gently slide across the slit of her pussy on her panties, and Sister Fox felt so good that her pussy juice was faintly oozing out of her panties. I took off my shirt and pants, and my hard cock had already become hard. When Sister Fox saw my penis, she couldn't wait to masturbate it for me. Then it was my turn to lie down, and Sister Fox knelt at my crotch with a smile, her hands constantly stroking the inside of my thighs, and my cock was teasing in Sister Fox's fingers. Oh my God, this mature woman is so good at teasing.

I hurriedly pressed down Sister Fox's head and asked her to blow me. Sister Fox kissed my glans playfully, then caressed my penis with both hands, climbed on me, and said in my ear, "The night is long, why are you in a hurry?" Then I had a French kiss with Sister Fox. While kissing her, Sister Fox rubbed my penis with her hands and knees. It had been a long time since I had a passionate snake kiss with a woman. Our tongues were intertwined and there was saliva. I could feel the fire of desire in Sister Fox's body from her tongue. A beautiful mature woman seduced a young man to bed just to satisfy her own sexual desire.

And I was caught in this dangerous game. Sister Fox knelt under my crotch, circled my glans with her right hand, pulled it down to stretch out my glans, and then Sister Fox opened her honey lips and took my glans in her mouth. The warm, soft and tender feeling, the unique feeling of her two lips tightly clamped on my glans, made me speechless. Sister Fox stroked her right hand up and down, and her left hand kept nurturing the inside of my right thigh. Suddenly, I felt my whole penis was covered by the hot mouth, the surface of the tongue with tiny particles, the thick saliva, and the flesh wall on the side of the mouth.

Just the fact that Sister Fox swallowed my entire penis deeply made my instep straighten with pleasure, not to mention that Sister Fox started to blow and suck vigorously, lightly sucking from below and sucking heavily from above, sucking, blowing and licking thoroughly. I looked at Sister Fox's face, and neither of them said a word, but her expression told me that Sister Fox was licking my penis with a seductive smile, like an adult playing with a child's toy, and I just felt that my lower body had not enjoyed such stimulation for a long time. Women are strange, they always say they hate oral sex and that it is disgusting.

But in order to satisfy men, she still has to lower her head, lick carefully, and suck deeply. I always feel that Sister Fox is experienced. Is it because she has rich sexual experience? Or is it because mature women have strong sexual desire? Forget it, don’t think too much. What is certain is that I am not dreaming now, but enjoying a night of pleasure brought to me by a beautiful mature woman. "Ah..." I let out a muffled howl. Sister Fox not only deep-throated me again and again, but also used her right hand to speed up the stroking of my base. The advantage of oral sex is that it allows the woman to control the force.

It seems that every time Sister Fox sucked hard, she wanted me to ejaculate. When the stimulation of the glans reached the critical point, I bent my upper body, pinched Sister Fox's head with both hands, and pressed down. The glans seemed to hit the deep of Sister Fox's throat. Sister Fox made a few unclear muffled sounds. I straightened my penis and shot the semen directly into Sister Fox's throat from the urethra. I let go of Sister Fox's head until the force subsided a little. Sister Fox stood up and coughed first. Saliva mixed with a little semen flowed out of the corners of Sister Fox's mouth. Sister Fox's face was flushed.

She stared at me with seductive eyes. I saw that Sister Fox seemed a little angry, so I pushed Sister Fox down, took off her panties, kissed her lips and said, "You made me feel comfortable just now, now let me serve you these." I threw Sister Fox's panties on the floor with my right hand, and I lifted up Sister Fox's buttocks with both hands. Sister Fox's thick pubic hair and pink flesh were in front of me. I held the pubic hair in my mouth and licked the labia from bottom to top.

At this time, Sister Fox finally moaned loudly, "Ah...", and as I kept licking the entrance of her honey pot, Sister Fox supported her legs on the sofa and kept twisting her buttocks, as if she wanted to break free from me who was giving her a blowjob. It seemed that Sister Fox liked this explosive blowing and licking of her vagina. I sucked hard and felt liquid flowing out of her labia. I put my tongue into the vaginal opening and licked the clitoris. Sister Fox swayed her body more and more. I thought Sister Fox might feel very "itchy".

I didn't even start digging with my fingers before Sister Fox hurriedly pushed me in reverse, forming a man on the bottom and a woman on the top. After Sister Fox gave me a titjob with her breasts for a while, she hurriedly sat on my crotch, holding my cock herself and sitting down from above. When my glans broke into the vagina, I just felt it was very slippery, and about the middle, I felt a tightness, until the whole thing was in. At this time, the cock was in the vagina, being constantly squeezed by Sister Fox's flesh walls, and I felt an indescribable excitement. I recalled the last time I fucked a woman in bed, but I couldn't remember the pleasure of sexual intercourse at that time.

Maybe it's because I haven't had sex for too long. I can't even remember the last time I had sex. Now I watch Sister Fox swinging up and down on me, twisting her buttocks back and forth in a lewd manner, and my cock thrusts in and out with Sister Fox's movements, thrusting into Sister Fox's hot pussy and pumping into the loneliness in my heart. I raised my hands to squeeze Sister Fox's D-cup breasts, moving my waist to make my cock and Sister Fox's more compatible, and the living room was filled with Sister Fox's moans.

It can arouse my primitive male animality. Yes, that's right, I am no longer the boy I used to be. I am a man now. I can overcome everything. Sister Fox is my woman now and I want to satisfy my desire. I slapped Sister Fox's buttocks with both hands, leaving hot handprints on Sister Fox's snow-white buttocks. Then I pinched Sister Fox's buttocks hard, stood up and hugged Sister Fox. I was originally lying down, but now I sat on the sofa.

Looking at Sister Fox's face, I stuffed my head into Sister Fox's breasts, and had intense sex with her up and down with the rhythm. Her D cup breasts shook up and down, and I bit one of her nipples to make Sister Fox even more sexually aroused. Sister Fox even inserted her fingers into my hair and rubbed me madly. I felt my thighs were covered with vaginal fluid, and it was still a little cool after drying on my thighs. I stopped and motioned to Sister Fox to lie on the table in the living room. The table was a long beige table with an acrylic glass on it, and a potted fake flower on the table. The condom was placed on the table intact.

Because I didn't want to take it at all, I just went for it. Sister Fox supported her hands on the table, knelt on the edge of the table with her knees, and spread her calves slightly outward. I pressed Sister Fox's flowing waist, and saw Sister Fox turning her head, pushing her hair to the other side with her hand, bending her waist and hips, arching her back to support her head. In front of me was a peach-like buttocks, tender and juicy, with a thick pubic hair in the middle of her white buttocks. The love juice flowed along the labia to the inner thighs. I held Sister Fox's waist and hips with both hands, pressed the cock against the opening of her vagina, and pushed hard.

Crazy thrusting, when you are making love, you usually don't think about anything in your mind, you just purely enjoy the sex, "Pa pa pa pa" the loud impact sound, "Ah~hmm" the moaning of Sister Fox, this lewd cry, is it praising my good sexual ability? I don't know. I only know that when I ejaculated for the second time, I pulled out, aimed my glans at Sister Fox's ass, and shot a lot of semen. The snow-white buttocks were covered with thick and fishy smell, and the glass on the table was covered with liquid dripping when I was thrusting in and out of Sister Fox.

When I woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, and Sister Fox had already gotten up. I heard noises from the kitchen, so I put on my boxer shorts, put on a coat, and walked out the door. All I knew last night was that Sister Fox and I had sex four times, which made me exhausted, and Sister Fox seemed to want to drain me dry. "Mature women have such a strong sexual desire," I murmured to myself. I looked towards the kitchen and saw Sister Fox wearing a long shirt with all the buttons unbuttoned, no bra, only underwear, and the makeup on her face was gone.

Oh my God, actually she looks OK without makeup. I hugged Sister Fox’s waist, kissed her ear, and chatted with her. I took out the coffee beans I brought last night and poured a little into the hand-cranked grinder. The "crackling" rotation ground the beans into powder. This time I brought the "Blue Batak" from the Mandheling series. I took out the filter paper and poured a thin stream of water from the hand-brewed kettle on the coffee powder in circles. The steaming time was medium. After the coffee liquid dripped to 180CC, I picked up a pure white coffee cup.

The brown-golden coffee was poured into the cup, with delicate foam and fruity aroma. A cup of gourmet coffee was ready in just two minutes. After taking a sip, Sister Fox said, "The taste is mellow and the aroma is locked in the throat. It's really good." I smiled and made a cup for myself. I saw Sister Fox leaning against the small bar next to the kitchen, sitting on a high chair. Her bare thighs were exposed and her breasts were half hidden and half visible at the neckline. The sun outside was like golden tassels, shining on Sister Fox through the window. Sister Fox picked up the coffee, took a sip, closed her eyes, and savored the changes of the coffee in her mouth.

I was stunned for a while by the beauty of the scene. After Sister Fox and I went back to bed and stayed together until noon, I reluctantly left Banqiao. I rode my bike against the wind, thinking carefully about last night to today. Everything happened so quickly, like a dream. It turns out that Sister Fox has been married for a long time. Her husband lives in mainland China. She is only 36 years old this year. She is coquettish, pretty and charming. Sister Fox told me that I was the first young man she had slept with. She said that it is better to be young. In the past, Sister Fox seemed to accompany some middle-aged people for social occasions.

Until I was kept by a rich man and even got married, I lived a carefree life, but the loneliness in my heart and the physical sexual needs were always burning inside. Sister Fox said that she rarely took the initiative and was mostly passive, looking at which man was likable. She said she never thought I would be so proactive. I thought about it and wondered if I was just horny that day? Forget it. Although I always feel something is not right inside, Sister Fox is really pretty and perfect. At least when it comes to having sex with Sister Fox, she is not inferior to a young girl at all.

I didn't know what my mother was sulking about. Seeing her wearing a thin coat and shorts that showed off her calves, she said, "Do you want to accompany me to dinner tomorrow? There's a dinner party in our community, and you can enter a lottery if you go that day!" I scratched my head and thought for a while. I have indeed become a little distant from my mother recently. Is it because I'm too obsessed with Sister Fox? I nodded and agreed to my mother, and when I walked into the room, I found that my mother also followed me in. When I was surprised why my mother followed me, my mother actually spoke first.

"Mom doesn't know what you've been busy with lately. Do you have a girlfriend?" Mother said while blinking her long eyelashes. I blushed and said, "No...no, why are you asking?" Mother sat beside my bed and whispered, "Mom is happy that you have a girlfriend. If you didn't, I would be really worried about you..." I stood there puzzled, my mind racing about the meaning of mother's words, and asked at the corner of the street, "Mom...I don't quite understand what you are talking about?" Mother's expression changed slightly, as if she had something to say but couldn't say it.

My mother stood up, walked to my door, and said lightly, "Don't think about me anymore..." "Huh? What?" Could it be that the seeds of incest that I planted so long ago have sprouted now? It turns out that my mother still cares about me very much. Looking at my mother's back as she carried me on her back, I haven't thought about her for a long time. The strong love I had for my mother at that time is now completely vented on Sister Fox, and this incestuous feeling has faded. I don't know if this is a good thing, but what puzzles me is why my mother said these words to me at this time?

In this situation now, mother and son, one inside the door and the other outside the door. I feel like I am outside my mother's heart, while my mother has locked herself inside her heart. I think about myself at that time. I was just an immature boy who had just been discharged from the army. I loved my mother simply because we broke up due to a mutiny. I wanted to find a woman to satisfy my sexual desires, so I turned my target to my mother. But now, after the tempering of time and society, I have become a man, and the way I think about things is different from before.

At that moment, I stood behind my mother, without hugging her. I just put my mouth behind her ear and whispered, "Mom... I really love you." Then I turned and went into the room, lay on the bed, breathing heavily, my heart beating fast, and my chest rising and falling. This was more exciting than when Sister Fox and I made love in the dressing room of the department store. I didn't even know why I said those words to my mother just now. Am I subconsciously obsessed with the idea of ​​committing incest with my mother?

The next morning, I wore a striped white shirt and dark blue denim pants, ready to go to a lunch gathering with my mother. When my mother talked to me, she seemed very natural, as if what happened yesterday had never happened. I looked closely at my mother's outfit. She was wearing the same pants as me today, dark blue tight denim pants, which tightly covered her entire buttocks, thighs and calves, making her legs look longer and thinner. Her buttocks under the low-waist jeans were round and pretty, and when she twisted her hips, people could not help but take a few more glances. She was wearing a cute top that revealed a little cleavage, and a black coat on her shoulders that covered her entire upper body. The back of the coat was empty, and several thin strings crossed left and right, tied into a bow and hung down from the mother's lower back.

When she walked and twisted her hips, the bow swayed with her waist and hips, giving her a mature charm. Today, my mother tied up her black hair, probably because she was going to a public occasion, so the family tradition since childhood made her not casual. Her bangs were pulled to the side behind her ears and fixed with a black clip. The bun at the back was fluffy, with a circle of gold thread wrapped around it, and there was a butterfly-shaped ornament on the gold thread, which made my mother look elegant and noble. She wore black high-heeled shoes with closed toes and pearl earrings on her earlobes. It was a really nice outfit.

When my mother saw me staring at her, she raised her eyebrows and said, "What's wrong? You're drooling." I quickly looked away and said casually, "Mom, why aren't you wearing a skirt today?" I put on my VANS flat shoes while talking. My mother, holding her handbag, smiled and said, "I'm afraid some perverts will stare at me, hehe." What did my mother mean by this? Is that possible? I was thinking about what my mother said, was it unintentional or intentional? When I helped my mother open the door, I gently held her slender waist with my left hand, but my mother cleverly walked forward and used her handbag to cover her waist.

I thought to myself, it seems that my mother is still very wary of me. At this moment, looking at my mother's back, for some reason, my figure overlaps with Sister Fox's. Could it be that deep down in my heart, I just regard Sister Fox as my own mother? No, I had sex with Sister Fox to get rid of my love for my mother, and now I truly understand that I had sex with Sister Fox to satisfy my sexual desires just to replace the opportunity of incest with my mother, and I only treated Sister Fox as a substitute for my mother. Fuck, should I boldly pursue my mother now, or continue to maintain the status quo?

It is not easy for mother and son to commit incest. I fear the broken family; I beg for an affair with my mother; I hate my own incompetence; I cannot forget the charm of my mother. Alas, it has been a year, and I am still the same as before. My love for my mother can only be buried in my heart. I dare not even touch her hands, hug her and kiss her. I can't even hint that my mother can take off her clothes for so long. It seems that I should just let go of my fantasy. After all, incest is too far away from me. My heart cannot be firm. In fact, the biggest reason is that I don't understand what my mother thinks of me at all.

The community dinner was held on the twelfth floor of a department store, in an ordinary restaurant that claimed to be a high-end restaurant. A lot of people came, mostly families, and there were also many mothers and wives. However, most of them were the kind that had gained weight in middle age, or were old ladies who did not know how to take care of themselves. But what surprised me was that there were really many young wives in our community, and some of them had really good figures. They sat together with their mothers to eat and chatted with neighbors. Since the neighbors seldom saw me, they were very surprised that my mother had such a big child.

It's no wonder. My mother gave birth to a son at an early age and took good care of herself. Who would have known that the son of such a young woman would grow up so big? The head of the village and his wife who came to toast me thought I was my mother's boyfriend and made my mother laugh. I was blushing and eating the food. At the end of the banquet, as usual, some volunteers in the community distributed some souvenirs and took photos as a souvenir. Dozens of people took photos together, and everyone squeezed each other, wishing to capture their most beautiful side in the camera.

I didn't want to take pictures at first, but at my mother's call, I had to squeeze into an empty space. At that time, my hands unconsciously hugged my mother's waist. My mother looked at me at first, but then looked at the camera. At this time, I hugged my mother tighter, and my hands were originally on my mother's waist, and then moved lower and lower, until my fingers were on the upper edge of my mother's buttocks. I thought to myself, this opportunity is rare, I really want to touch my mother's buttocks, I don't know why, the feeling that touching Sister Fox's buttocks gave me in the past didn't seem very good.

Now, in this kind of group photo, I don't know if there is anyone seeing from behind. This kind of sexually stimulating touching of the buttocks makes me feel particularly excited. My mother and I and everyone else bent down and smiled, and made a "YA" gesture. The camera staff shouted "A, B, C~" to our group of people. When everyone shouted C, my right hand was on my mother's tight jeans, from right to left, from top to bottom, the waist, the right buttock, under the private parts, under the left buttock, and above the left buttock, touching and rubbing in a circle. The feeling was completely different from Sister Fox's.

I felt the impact of my mother's buttocks, soft, firm, upturned and tight. My mother didn't move at that moment. After taking the first picture, I took the second one. I thought I still had one chance. At this time, I found that my mother reached back with her left hand and grabbed my arm. Unfortunately, if my mother had grabbed my wrist with her right hand, she might be able to stop my movement, but my mother was holding a handbag in her right hand. This time, when I made the same "C", I stretched out my ring finger and gently pressed it against my mother's private parts. I pressed my mother's buttocks with the back of my hand and caressed it up and down. Until the end of the photo shoot, I felt my right instep was very painful.

It turned out that my mother had touched me with the heel of her shoe. I saw a slight look of anger on her face, and then she calmed down again. After returning home, my mother didn't say a word to me, which made me very disappointed. I already knew what would happen if I harassed my mother, but I did it anyway. I touched and rubbed my mother's buttocks, and in public, which made my mother embarrassed and even ashamed. Her own son actually touched her buttocks while taking pictures. What should I do if I was seen by strangers?

After this incident, the relationship between me and my mother became very delicate. By the way, my father was finally transferred back to Taipei in the middle of this month, so my mother took care of him wholeheartedly. As for this brief incestuous fantasy between my mother and I, I never told either of them. I even wondered, is this considered incest? Alas, my father is back, and my eldest sister, who was studying and working in Australia, is also known to fly back to China soon. Now that the four of us are together, the chances of me having sex with my mother are getting slimmer and slimmer.

When my dad came back, the atmosphere at home suddenly became warmer. My father likes to listen to jazz. As far as I can remember, my father always liked to hold the saxophone, look at my mother, and play the music affectionately. Even when it was past ten o'clock in the evening and the neighbors rang the doorbell to protest, he still kept playing. I think this has something to do with the pressure of life at my father at that time. The family's financial situation was not very good in his early years. My father always came home exhausted after work, and occasionally played the saxophone, a piece of jazz or blues, to relieve his inner pressure.

Maybe mother fell in love with dad. Looking at dad lying on the massage chair, listening to the passionate jazz music, mother sitting on the sofa, chatting with dad, and I was watching this scene in the dark corridor. I don’t know why, but I felt jealous. Mother was sitting on the sofa with her legs spread apart with her back to me. A pair of hot pants squeezed out the shape of her fleshy buttocks. Her curvy waist, her perky buttocks and white legs made me fantasize about some porn scenes.

Fucking my mother in front of my father, I think this is something I will never be able to do in my life. Since the opportunities to be alone with my mother have become less, I will just temporarily slow down my love for her. As you can imagine, Sister Fox is the victim who always bears the impact of my cock. When having sex with Sister Fox, the image of my mother's figure and face appears in my mind, which makes me feel that I am really having sex with my mother. My mother's body makes me unable to extricate myself.

That evening, my father and mother went out to have dinner with friends. I was bored and turned on the stereo and put in a CD. When I was immersed in the world of music, the sound of a door opening interrupted my thoughts. I saw my mother carrying a lot of bags back home. I leaned over and saw my mother panting and saying, "Come and help me, come." I helped my mother carry a pile of shopping bags. It turned out that my mother came back early and had to pray next week, so she bought some offerings first. When my mother bent over, my eyes always fell on her snow-white breasts, which made me lustful again.

My mother said, "Why are you listening to music alone?" I looked at my mother's outfit today. She was wearing a black dress with a deep V-neck that brought out her breasts and cleavage. The flesh-colored stockings on her calves covered her small feet. I held my mother's hand and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you dance for a long time. Let's dance for a while." My mother's rosy face made her say embarrassedly, "I can't do it anymore. How can I dance?" Under the stimulation of the blues, my mother had to turn around slowly.

She danced slowly with me in the living room following the melody. My hands slid from my mother's beautiful back to her waist. Every day when the mother and I were close to each other, I smelled my mother's breath, which made my hormones even more excited. Gradually, my hands began to rest on top of my mother's buttocks, and my mother always lifted my hands up with her hands. Finally, at the climax of the music, I squeezed and kneaded my mother's buttocks with both hands. My mother was scared and said, "Don't go too far. You did it last time and you do it today. What are you thinking about?"

I ignored my mother's anger and threats. I pinched my mother's buttocks with both hands, first rubbing them up and down, then pulling and stretching them left and right, and then rotating and rubbing their buttocks. Under the black gauze material, I felt that my mother's buttocks were rounder and firmer. I don't know why I dared to be so bold. It might be because I have been alone with my mother less recently. I pulled my mother's body to my chest. My mother pushed me with her elbow, staring at me with a red face and raised eyebrows. I looked at my mother and stopped. When my mother looked at me, I said something.

"Mom, I really want you." After he finished speaking, he kissed his mother on the lips. His hard cock pressed against her mother's lower abdomen. When his mother felt it, she took a few steps back. She wanted to say something but couldn't. Maybe the news was too shocking and too frank. Although she already knew that her son had intentions towards her, that was only a minority. Today, her son's behavior was so frank. As a mother, it is her love and affection for her son. As a wife, it is her duty to take care of her son. But once the line is crossed, it is "incest" that is not accepted by society.

I felt my heart beating fast. My mother was sitting on a chair with her head down and her hands supporting her forehead. Her bangs were hanging on her face. When I came to my senses, I heard my mother sobbing. It was no wonder. After all, the person who humiliated me was the son I raised. Now I have crossed my bottom line. In the end, I sexually harassed my mother as if I were committing an incestuous plot. I had a strong sexual desire, but what should I do with my thoughts about myself and my mother?

After a few days of the subtle relationship of dancing with my mother, although it was still the same as usual, my strong need for my mother was increasing day by day. The lust of incest with my mother was flying around in my mind all the time. I often wondered whether I simply wanted a woman to vent my lust, or did I want to enjoy the pleasure of incest with my mother, or was it caused by my mother-loving mentality over the years, or...? I held the kitchen knife and chopped the onion quickly, waiting to finish the dish and prepare a simple meal in the cafe.

The night I danced with my mother and squeezed her buttocks

"Why did you do this to me?"

"..."

"Don't you know that your behavior will hurt many people, not just myself, but also the entire family?"

"..."

"I already knew you had an Oedipus complex, but I simply thought you just wanted to vent."

"But is it really teenage sexual impulse? I don't understand, what exactly do you feel about me?"

"I…"

"Stop being like this. It's hard for anything you expect to happen between us..."

"Go to sleep..."

"…"

I deleted Sister Fox's cell phone number. I can't remember why. Anyway, I started to live a normal life. But every time I thought that this was the life I wanted to live, I realized that I cared so much about my mother's every move. It turned out that my love for my mother was no longer just a physical obsession. Instead, I wanted to possess this woman from the bottom of my heart. But in real life, I couldn't do it, and my mother couldn't either. They couldn't make me willing. But, which mother would open her legs to her son's incestuous ideas?

When I was sniffing my mother's panties and stroking my penis, the feeling of rubbing my mother's buttocks came into my mind. The buttocks were warm, soft, elastic, round and firm. It must be very satisfying to rub my penis against them, right? As I was thinking about this, the music of blues dance music once again rang in my mind and wouldn't leave for a long time.

Decide to reach out and take it. It would be fine if you don't take it, but once you take it, the thing will disappear in front of you like smoke. After that, even if the thing appears in front of you again, you know that you will no longer be able to appreciate it as usual as before. Gradually, I began to succumb to my sexual desires, and it became increasingly difficult for me to resist my mother's alluring mature feminine aura. I watched the adult films on the computer, thinking about my male protagonist, who was fucked in the back of my beautiful mother's ass. Whenever the heroine in the film looked back, I always thought of my mother's pretty face in my mind. She was so beautiful.

I have very little time alone with my mother, and she is already wary of me. Whenever I inadvertently touch her with my arm, she always looks at me coldly and walks away. So I decided to do something exaggerated. I'll keep this thing in my mind for now. After get off work that day, around eleven o'clock in the evening, I heard my mother and my father laughing in their bedroom, and then there was no sound in the room. I knew they might be having sex again, but I felt very nervous and wanted to see how lewd my mother looked in bed.

I quietly opened a crack. There was only a night light. Through the small white light, I vaguely saw my father pressing on my mother, his head buried in my mother's breasts, blowing and licking them non-stop, while my mother closed her eyes and made some obscene noises that would excite a man. My father tried his best to tease my mother, and I won't describe the sex scene afterwards. Anyway, after my mother helped my father to blow her hard, my father pressed on my mother, swinging his lower body. In the dim light, plus the pile of quilts on the bed, to be honest, I could only hear my mother's moans, and couldn't really see anything.

But being able to hear my mother's moans was enough to satisfy me, until one day, when I was still in the bathroom masturbating, indulging in the cries of my mother when she was fucked by my father on the bed, I only heard my mother turning the bathroom door handle. I usually hid beside the door to peek and eavesdrop, and when I heard enough, I would go to the toilet next to the door to satisfy my sexual desire. Today, the door was not locked, so my mother came in as soon as she turned the door. I was so scared that I hid behind the door. My mother didn't turn on the lights either, just kept it off and turned on the faucet, as if she was cleaning something.

However, my mother didn't notice there was someone behind the door at all. Then I saw my mother sitting on the toilet, and the sound of urine echoed in the toilet. I prayed in my heart that my mother would finish her urine quickly and leave quickly. Although I was bold, I was not bold enough to peek and be seen by my mother. I could still remain calm. At that time, my heart was full of fear, and I didn't have any perverted thoughts. As the silence lasted, I vaguely saw my mother get up, and I couldn't even see whether she was wearing underwear.

When I tilted my head and glanced at my mother, I found that she was standing motionless at the door. Later, I could only hear her heavy breathing, which was subtle and continuous. As the sound gradually became louder, my mother went back to the bathroom. When I heard the sound of toilet paper being pulled out beside the toilet, my mother had already closed the door and went in to rest. Only then did I lean against the wall with my body limp, and cold sweat broke out on my back. I turned on the bathroom light, changed my wet short T-shirt, took a bath towel to dry my body, and prepared to leave.

I found a few drops of liquid on the floor at the toilet door, which looked even more shiny under the fluorescent light in the toilet. My brain was so shocked by the shock just now that I couldn't process it for a while. But now thinking about my mother's abnormal behavior just now, it's like a piece of a puzzle, all coming together. I squatted down and looked at the pillar next to the door. There was some thick liquid on it. Could it be that my mother was "masturbating" at the door just now? My rich imagination began to work.

I saw that my mother could not satisfy herself because of the sexual pleasure my father brought her, but she had no choice but to do her duty as a woman and acted as if it were real. However, after having sex with my father, she was unable to dilute the desire in her heart. She had to go to the toilet and masturbate alone to orgasm. She stood with her legs spread open, pressed her vulva against the pillar beside the door, rubbing it up and down, pinching her breasts with her left hand, and digging into her honey pot from behind with her right hand. It was not until now that I realized that my mother's sexual desire was so strong.

I don’t know if my mother would think of me when she masturbates. Thinking of this, I actually felt a bit of anticipation in my heart. I felt that things were not over yet. Since my father couldn’t satisfy my mother, let me satisfy her sexual desire. This is the same as the plot in many incest novels. I thought so in my heart, but my mother's old ideas are hard to break. Then I had an idea. I thought about what would happen if I helped my mother masturbate to orgasm when I walked out when she was masturbating at the door just now?

Now I am in a hurry to go home after get off work every day because I want to hear my mother's moans, but unfortunately, my parents have made love very rarely. I have the impression that my father is five years younger than my mother, so I think his sexual function may not be as strong as when he was young. That night, after hearing my mother's panting while masturbating in the toilet, I couldn't help myself for a long time. I wished I could peek at my mother at such a close distance once again. Finally, two weeks later, it was a quiet night as well.

What was different was that night, my mother and father were making love for a long time, and my butt was hard outside the door, then soft and hard again. I always felt so tired of waiting this time. When I thought about it, I was so tired that I wanted to go to bed, so I went back to the room. When I lay down, half awake and half asleep, I heard the sound of the door lock outside turning, and then the sound of the door closing. I knew that the front one was the boudoir door and the back one was the bathroom door. Was it my mother who opened the door, or someone else?

I perked up, wondering when I would have the chance to catch my mother again. I calculated the time and stood at the door, put my ear to it, and listened quietly to the movement inside. Just like last time, it was indeed my mother inside, and there were some muffled sounds. At this time, I was struggling in my heart whether I should break in. I have failed several times for my mother. Can I succeed this time? While I was still struggling whether to rush in and what to do after entering, the door handle of the toilet turned open.

I was standing at the door of the toilet in the dark corridor. My mother was looking at me in surprise. Although we couldn't see each other clearly, I knew that my mother was only wearing underwear. The air was filled with the scent of sweat after making love. I said tremblingly, "I want to go to the toilet..." My mother lowered her head, looked at me first, and wanted to go out, but I blocked the door again. At this time, I was still wondering, what should I do? Move aside, let mother go back, and pretend you know nothing?

My mother called me and said, "You can't sleep so late? Go to bed early." Then my mother squeezed out from my right side. My shoulder touched my mother's soft body, and I smelled her fragrance. This was the affair I had been dreaming of. I felt my heart beating so fast, it was like when you know you are going to do something bad, but your hands start shaking even though you haven't done it yet. Without even thinking, I subconsciously reached out and grabbed my mother's right arm. My mother didn't even look at me and tried to struggle against my pull.

I put my hands directly around my mother's side. She was so soft and fragrant. This was the first thought that came to my mind. As expected, my mother was only left with underwear. Her skin was smooth, her fragrance was alluring, her body was a beautiful mature mother, and she was committing an incestuous crime. She was having an affair with her son behind her father's back. My mother and I were pushing and shoving each other at the door. Suddenly, I accidentally shifted my center of gravity, and my mother and I bumped into the wall. There was a "click" sound, and my mother and I stopped moving in fright. I put my arms around my mother's waist, and I felt her body trembling slightly.

My mother was so scared that she whispered, "You are going to die, your father is still in there, and you are treating me like this outside the door?" I leaned my neck on my mother's shoulder and said to her with a breath, "Then... can it be okay if Dad is not around..." My mother struggled and moved, but I still held her in my arms, "Let me go first, what will your father think if he sees me like this? Are you trying to hurt me?" My mother said sternly. I knew I couldn't let go. If I didn't take action at this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I would be an idiot.

I went straight to the dragon's mouth. When my mother realized my hand, she quickly clamped her legs together and pressed her body forward, trying to break free from my left hand. My right arm clamped her mother's thighs, but my fingers could still move, so I used my middle finger to gently scratch her mother's panties, tickling her mother's labia through her panties. My mother shyly shouted "Stop... stop", but I ignored her and used my whole right hand to squeeze my mother's private parts. The more my mother shrank, the higher her buttocks lifted up and down. She kept twisting her buttocks left and right and up and down. My erect cock was pressed against my mother's tender buttocks through my boxer briefs, which was a great enjoyment.

My heart was shocked and a sense of guilt immediately filled my whole body, but if I retreated again as I did before, wouldn't I fail again? I first pulled my mother to the bathroom and coaxed her, "Mom, you go into the bathroom first. I have something to tell you." My mother was half-pulled by me, and although she was reluctant, she was still pushed into the bathroom by me. Having said that, you thought it would be like the usual adult movie plot, where I directly raped my mother and she became my sex buddy or something like that, alas, how could this happen in real life.

I saw that my mother's hair was fluffy and her bra was pulled up to her waist. When I looked at my mother's breasts, I was surprised that except for a little sagging, the whole breast shape was very plump and the proportion of the nipples was perfect. My mother pulled up her bra, reached out to turn off the night light, and said coldly, "What do you want to do?" I said lightly, "Mom...you know best what you are doing. I don't need to tell you, right?" My mother came over and there was a crisp slap in the dark. I felt my right cheek was so hot, and the burning handprint was on my face.

My mother was so angry that she said, "I always indulged you before, and now you're even crazier. What's wrong with you?" "Haha~hahaha" I laughed a few times, took a step forward, put my hands on my mother's shoulders, and pressed her against the wall, "Mom... I'm really going crazy, I think about you all the time." My mother didn't say anything and let me kiss her neck. When I put my head between her legs, my mother pushed my head away and said, "As long as I satisfy you once, can you return to normal?"

As my fingers moved faster and faster, my mother's moans were like in porn movies. The faster she moved, the more accomplished it sounded to me. "Ah..." Her pussy juice wet my right hand. I was so excited that I forgot to find the G-spot. My mother was alive in front of me, being masturbated by me. Suddenly, I let out a long "Mm...ah". My mother's body shook violently as if she was electrocuted. She then gasped for breath and her pussy juice gushed out like a waterfall. I knew that I made my mother orgasm.

My mother leaned on me, her legs half soft, her head on my shoulder, and said in my ear, "I... hate you, but don't tell anyone." That night, I wanted to ask my mother to help me bang her to satisfy my sexual desires, but unfortunately, I was completely addicted to the feeling of banging my mother's pussy, and I banged her alone in the room until dawn. That was the first time I felt so close to my mother. The next morning, when my mother saw me, she was still the same. But after that, I looked forward to the opportunity of my mother being in the bathroom late at night, waiting for me to help her satisfy her sexual desire, but unfortunately, there was no chance at all afterwards.

If I have the chance, I will tell you my story with my mother in the future.