My Virgin Mom 1 (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

My virgin mother

The morning sun has illuminated the white curtains. Next to the white curtains, a woman in her thirties lies with her legs wide open, and bursts of male semen are flowing out of her vagina from time to time. One is only seventeen. Eight years old, lying on the woman. The two men lay motionless, like dead men. It was as if he had fought too much and was paralyzed and fell asleep.

Why would two people with such a big age gap lie in the same bed? Hey...hey the story begins!

My father died before I was born. I live with my mother now. She is a doctor and we live a happy life together.

Our house has four bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, a toilet and a kitchen.

As I get older, I often feel an unbearable heat, and my big cock often automatically erects. Although my mother is 38 years old, she still has charm, with a classic oval face, curved eyebrows, a straight nose, a rosy mouth, tall and full breasts, a perky round buttocks, and slender and round legs. Traffic accidents often happen around her when she walks on the road, such as accidentally hitting a telephone pole, driving without looking ahead and hitting pedestrians, or kissing oncoming cars. My mother doesn't care too much in front of me. She often runs around in front of me in her pajamas and laughs and plays with me. Facing such a radiant mother, I became more and more lustful, and there was also a secret fear in my heart. I know that as people grow older, they will eventually be separated, but I really don't want to be separated from my mother.

Sometimes, I would look at my mother eagerly and ask her: "Mom, can we live together forever and never be separated?"

My mother smiled and scratched my face: "Silly child, when you grow up you will get married. How can you remember your mother then?"

My face turned red with anxiety and I protested, "I don't want a wife! I just want to live with my mother forever."

My mother hugged me and said with a smile, "Silly child! How can a man not want a wife? I also want to be with you forever, but I can't be your wife?"

I was very confused. Why couldn’t my mother be my wife?

As the days passed, I grew up gradually and finally understood why my mother couldn't be my wife, but the desire in my heart burned more and more vigorously. My beautiful mother has always been the object of my sexual fantasy. The first time I masturbated, I fantasized about holding my mother's plump, white butt from behind and thrusting into her until I ejaculated.

Late one night, when I got out of bed to go to the toilet and passed by the study, I accidentally discovered that soft light was emanating from the half-open study door, and a faint humming sound was coming out. I thought my mother must be sick, so I asked softly.

I don't know if my voice was too quiet, but there was no response from inside, so I gently pushed the door open to check. When I thought my mother had fallen asleep due to exhaustion from illness, what caught my eye was an erotic scene that made my heart flutter and my blood boil!

"Ah!" I couldn't believe what I saw.

I never thought that my mother, who is usually serious, polite, elegant and dignified, was lying naked on the desk. Her purple work suit, bra and panties of the same color were all fallen on the carpet. Her delicate hands were rubbing her plump and tender breasts. The squeezed breast muscles were forced out from between her fingers. They were extremely smooth and mouth-watering under the soft light. I couldn't wait to take a bite of them. At the same time, she was gently stroking her swollen vagina.

"Ah...itchy...itchy...hmm...big cock...I want it...I want it..."

The soft, flawless, white body was twisting and trembling with its exquisite and curvy curves, and the mature, snow-white buttocks were dancing wantonly towards the door, fully exposed before my eyes. This scene made this hot-blooded young man like me so fascinated that I was stunned. Although my conscience was condemning myself for the indecent behavior of peeping at my mother, deep down I couldn't bear to look away. Although the person in front of me was my biological mother, no one could miss such a beautiful and lustful naked body!

At this moment, my mother suddenly let out a high-pitched moan: "Oh... no... I'm... I'm lost..."

I saw my mother's waist thrust upward, her whole body twitching, and a large amount of milky white vaginal fluid flowed out from between her two fat buttocks, flowing out continuously like a river bursting its dam, flowing along the desk and onto the carpet, even wetting a large area of ​​the carpet. The fat, protruding pussy between her buttocks, which was wrapped in her small hands, was thrust forward hard.

This obscene and slow scene made the guy down there tense up, and my glans felt an unprecedented excruciating and painful sensation. At this moment, facing this naked, beautiful, mature woman lying in front of me, she was none other than my beloved mother, towards whom I had already developed "incestuous thoughts"? If it weren't for my remaining moral values ​​and my reverence for my mother, I believe I would have lost control and rushed into the room to do the beastly act that is intolerable to the world...

I retreated in a hurry. That scene of the erotic palace scene that made people's hearts flutter and their blood boil had been deeply imprinted in my mind, and I began to form more and more ideas of my own in my mind.

One night, I finally plucked up the courage to ask her to sleep with me. At first she refused, but when I acted coquettishly to her, she ignored me. After my mother fell asleep, I put my feet on her body like I did when I was a child. The difference is that when I was a child, it was for comfort to sleep, and now it is also for comfort, but this time it is for the comfort of my little brother. I gently shook my mother twice, but she didn't move, just made deep breathing sounds.

I pressed my left foot on my mother's right foot, and my little brother was pressed against my mother's left leg. I just felt so comfortable. I closed my eyes, shook it gently, and rubbed it gently. I felt much more comfortable than using my hands. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated. I just felt so good and good. I fell asleep while pressing my mother like this.

When I woke up the next day, I looked at my shorts feeling a little guilty, afraid that my mother would find out, but there was nothing unusual. It was hot and with the fan blowing, they had dried long ago.

For the next few nights, I would take advantage of my mother's sleep and lie on her to vent my sexual desire. She didn't know either. Since I stopped masturbating, I would sleep soundly every night after venting my sexual desire on her legs. My mother was a little dissatisfied with me waking up on top of her every morning, but if I acted coquettishly to her a little more, she would stop caring about me.

One night, I was lying on my mother's body again, rubbing my little brother on her thighs, and holding my mother's breasts in my hands, caressing them gently.

My mother's breasts gradually hardened and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn't wake up. After a long time, I felt a pain in my back, my little brother trembled violently, and then I ejaculated.

But I still felt unsatisfied, so I pressed on my mother's body again, but my crotch was wet and it was very uncomfortable. I climbed up, took off my shorts, threw them at the head of the bed, and wanted to press on my mother's body with my naked butt to do it again. But my mother suddenly bent her left leg. I was startled and thought she woke up, but she was still breathing in her sleep. I looked carefully and found that my shorts were thrown at my mother's feet. The wet crotch was sticking to her feet. She felt uncomfortable and bent her feet.

But it was impossible for me to continue pressing on my mother. I wanted to put my mother's feet down, but I didn't dare to use too much force for fear of waking her up. As a result, I couldn't put them down. I was so anxious that I was sweating all over. I looked at my mother's knees, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, I looked at my mother's knee bend and had an idea. I stretched my little brother to my mother's knee joint and poked it in. I held my mother's calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right hand, gently lifted my mother's legs, and then pressed them inwards a little, thus clamping my little brother, and I began to gently thrust in and out.

It feels so good to have your beautiful legs tightly clamped around my little brother! At that time, I thought that real sex was just like this. It was much more comfortable than venting on my mother's thighs. It was so exciting to see the flesh of my mother's beautiful legs being turned in and out due to my thrusts!

After thrusting for about a hundred times, I couldn't help but ejaculate. A rapid stream of milky white semen spurted out. A small part of it sprayed on the bed sheet, and a large part of it sprayed on my mother's other snow-white leg.

I just felt a wave of sleepiness rushing to my head, and I gently let go of my mother's thighs. Maybe because I had kept her legs bent for too long, as soon as I let go, she put her feet flat on her own. I lay on top of her without even wearing shorts and fell asleep as usual.