Night Cabinet Mother and Son (Family Incest Adult Novel)

My uncle had gastric bleeding and needed to be hospitalized for a period of time. There was no one to work the night shift at the counter, so my mother had to do it herself. I drove my mother there at 11 o'clock at night, waited for her to hand over to Aunt Zhen who was on the night shift, and then took Aunt Zhen home.

The next morning, my mother took the hotel's specially-organized taxi home.

One day four years ago, I was fortunate enough to be adopted as Aunt Zhen’s godson. That day, before the parties involved said anything, my mother smiled and said, "Call me godmother a few times!" "I've been used to calling her Aunt Zhen since I was a child, so it always feels weird to call her godmother." From that day on, I became the only son of Aunt Zhen and my mother.

Aunt Zhen lives next door to me. If someone wanted to borrow some cornstarch, sauce, vinegar, etc., it was very convenient to pass it back and forth from the back balcony.

After two nights, the school started its summer vacation. My mother said that I had spent several nights with my uncle in the closet and had some experience, so she asked me to help her.

In our small hotel, we originally had a mama-san doing tea service during the night shift. Her daughter gave birth the day before yesterday, so she had to take leave to take care of her daughter. My mother was busy for two nights, and as it was my summer vacation, I was asked to do the job of a mama-san. Honestly speaking, working as a night clerk in a small hotel was somewhat fun when I accompanied my uncle, but it was not fun at all when I did it alone.

After the handover, Mom asked Aunt Zhen as usual if there were any special guests. Aunt Zhen said in an ambiguous tone, "Room 303 is occupied by a strange mother and son. They went out for supper at around 11:00. I told them to be back by 1:30 at the latest."

Mom asked, "Why is it strange?" Aunt Zhen looked at me with a smile in her eyes, pulled Mom to the counter and spoke in a low voice. In the dead of night, I could vaguely hear a few words: "... two single beds... but one was sleeping... I passed by... and heard... so loud... making love... the sound was so loud..."

Aunt Zhen gestured, and I saw my mother's fair cheeks turn red, and she would glance at me from time to time. I felt really funny when I saw Aunt Zhen's expression. Not to mention the romantic affairs between her and me over the past two years, when I drove her home late at night for two consecutive times a few days ago, she was naked, with her legs wide open, straddling me, and she stroked my cock so hard that my mother's car shook. Now she is saying something like "Making love... the noise is so loud...", but she is acting mysterious for fear that I might hear her.

Not long after Aunt Zhen left, the automatic door dinged, and a man and a woman walked in and went straight to the counter to get the key to Room 303. I saw that woman with light makeup on her face and a happy expression. She is a little older than my mother, with a slim figure and good looks, but not as pretty as my mother. The boy looked only a few years older than me, but he was much taller than me.

My mother and I watched them walk into the elevator at the same time. I asked my mother, "Is that what Aunt Zhen is talking about...?" I winked at her and she nodded, her cheeks turning red again.

Mom turned around and saw the elevator stopped at the third floor. She sighed and said enviously, "Oh...they look so happy..."

I held my mother's hand and said, "Mom...we are so happy too..."

Mom turned around, patted my hands, and sighed, "Ah...if you listen to me more and worry less, we will be happy."

After a while, the district police officer came to do his routine work. He checked the passenger register, chatted for a while, drank some tea, and then left. I whispered to my mother, "What did Auntie Zhen say?"

Mom blushed and said, "Your Aunt Zhen's words are sometimes hard to understand, and Mom can't figure out what she's saying."

"You're blushing after hearing this, but I don't believe it. Tell me... I was so bored the whole night... Mom!" I grabbed my mother's arm and pulled it.

My mother slapped my hand away and said, "Stop messing around and go play the video."

I turned on the DVD player and turned around to ask, "Are we still going to play it in order?"

Mom said, "Let me do it..." Her fingers tapped the keyboard, and the movie title in the frame on the screen kept sliding down.

"This one... this one... and... this one... these three foreign films are broadcast on Channel 13."

When I looked, I saw that the two pictures were European films, with the captions next to them: mother-son incest, Chinese subtitles. There are still two parts of the story. The other is an American family incest film.

I couldn't help but glance at my mother, who blushed and said, "What are you looking at for routine work?"

Then I started typing on the keyboard to select 15 videos. I looked carefully and found that among the three Japanese films, two were mother-son incest films. I thought, "Could it be that Mom saw how happy the people in room 303 are and wanted to help them have fun tonight?"

I asked in a low voice, "Mom...is that what Aunt Zhen is talking about?" Pointing to the DVD player, Mom nodded.

I whispered even more quietly: "Mom...what did Aunt Zhen say..." I was afraid that Mom couldn't hear clearly, so I put my arms around her shoulders and put my mouth almost close to her ear.

My mother dodged and whispered, "You are still young, it is inappropriate to tell you those things."

"Mom... I am young, but our family runs a hotel. What kind of mess has your son not seen?" I said, "I have watched so many videos of that kind. I have only heard of real people. How can it be inappropriate to talk about such things? Dear mother, please satisfy your son's curiosity. Please!"

My mother tilted her head and glared at me, "It's for the guests to see, and you, a little brat, are using it to admire it!"

I said, "Mom... almost everyone in my class has seen this kind of DVD. Don't make a fuss. I'll make you a cup of coffee and some cookies while you talk about what Auntie Zhen said."

Mom took a sip of coffee, stood up and looked at the stairs, closed the counter door, and said in a low voice: "Ah Zhen said that 303 is a room with two single beds, but the mother and son only used one bed. The other bed was clean, and the blanket was not even pulled open. She saw it when she went to deliver tea at around ten o'clock."

Mom was silent for a while, her slender thumb and index finger sliding up and down the curved handle of the cup, and then she continued, "When Ah Zhen was delivering tea to room 306 at around nine o'clock and passed by room 303, she heard... heard a woman's... a woman's scream..." Mom stopped again, blushing and picked up the cup to drink coffee.

"Then what? Then what?" I grabbed my mother's hand.

Mom put down the cup, her face was like the sunset, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito: "Ah Zhen said that at that time, Channels 13 and 15 were not playing movies, and there were only the mother and son in Room 303. Therefore, the woman's screams of sex coming from Room 303 must have come from the mother."

I sighed, slumped in my chair, and muttered, "This is really happening... This is really happening..."

My mother also sighed softly and whispered, "Any strange things can happen in this world. Not only do these things really exist, but there are many of them around us. We just don't know about them!"

I heard my mother's words seemed to have something else in mind, so I stood up and asked, "Mom...you seem to know other stories, tell me..."

Mom didn't say anything. She held a small biscuit in her left hand and bit it absentmindedly, while her right hand made some strange movements. The long index finger goes in and out of the oval handle of the coffee cup. Her white cheeks turned red.

I called softly, "Mom... Mom..." Mom stared blankly, wondering what she was thinking, as if she didn't hear me. I called out again: "Mom..."

My mother was startled and turned to ask me, "What time is it?"

I looked back at the clock: "Two o'clock."

Mom stood up and said, "You watch, I'll go on patrol."

I pulled her skirt and said, "Mom... you have other stories to tell!"

My mother patted my hands and said, "Let's do our business first. I'll tell you when I come back. Be good..." She took a flashlight, opened the counter door, and went into the elevator.

After my mother left, I drank my coffee alone, my mind full of the beautiful image of my mother in Room 303. Aunt Zhen has big breasts, and her pussy is plump and has shiny black hair. The mother's breasts looked quite big too, perhaps even bigger. I wonder what beautiful little pussy will look like. I once accidentally saw my mother's breasts and pussy. Her breasts are smaller than Aunt Zhen's, but firmer. The pussy was also covered with shiny black hair, but I couldn't see the rest clearly.

It’s funny, my family runs a hotel, and the first time I had sex with Aunt Zhen was also in a hotel, which was run by someone else. Looking back now, the way the two of them went in should have looked like the mother and son in Room 303.

One night during the winter break of my freshman year, my mother and Aunt Zhen went to a class reunion. My mother called and asked me to take a taxi to some hotel to pick up Aunt Zhen and bring her home. When we arrived at the hotel, my mother said that she was the convener and couldn't leave, so Aunt Zhen was drunk and drove my mother's car to take her back first.

I asked, “How could this happen?”

My mother said with a straight face, "How can a divorced woman be in a good mood when she sees that most of her old classmates are happy and content?"

The car was filled with the smell of alcohol, and Aunt Zhen said in a drunken state that it was so hot! Tell me to turn on the air conditioner. It was winter then. The air conditioner had not been turned on for long when Aunt Zhen said she was very cold and asked me to hug her. I said, "No! I'm driving." Aunt Zhen mumbled a few words and seemed to fall asleep again.

When they were almost home, she suddenly woke up and said with a choked voice, "It's lonely at home too. Aunt Zhen has a headache and wants to take a nap somewhere else. Can you find a quiet hotel to accompany Aunt Zhen?"

I drove to the neighboring city and found a hotel. After helping her into the room, Aunt Zhen didn’t know if she was still drunk? She started talking nonsense, saying that her hands and feet were weak and sore, and asked me to help her undress and give her a bath.

The first time I saw Aunt Zhen’s snow-white and plump body, I almost had a nosebleed. When taking off her black panties, Aunt Zhen twisted her body and hummed slightly. The little pants were wet, and I rolled them up to the bend of her legs. Aunt Zhen moaned again, raised her legs high, and pulled them down herself. Holding the pair of pants that can be wrung out of water, Auntie Zhen said, "It's very uncomfortable to wear these sticky pants. I wanted to take them off just now in the car. It's all because of those bitches that they got so wet!"

I whispered, "How did they hurt you?"

Aunt Zhen smiled bitterly, "Little boy, do you know? When women get together, apart from their children, the thing they like to tell the most is dirty jokes. And they are definitely as good as men's, especially those gossipy women who brag about how happy their families are."

Aunt Zhen raised the wet pants in her hand, her face flushed, "Those bitches told pornographic jokes, and caused Aunt Zhen to... to have a lot of water flowing out of her!"

Between her two round and white thighs, her pink labia were slightly opened, looking wet, and her pubic hair was black and shiny with water marks everywhere, covering the snow-white and protruding mons pubis. The black and white colors sparkled under the light. I wanted to touch it but didn't dare. I just stared at it and swallowed hard.

Aunt Zhen touched my head and said in a soft voice, "Do you see that water is still flowing there?" and spread her legs a little further. A small pink hole was revealed, and indeed, slightly transparent water was flowing out of it. "

I nodded and wanted to say yes, but my mouth was too dry to speak. As I was staring and swallowing my saliva, Aunt Zhen said in a delicate voice, "It's so cold. Take off your clothes and come up to hug Aunt Zhen to warm you up."

I took off all my clothes in a few seconds. I don't know when Aunt Zhen took off her top and bra. She lay naked on the bed, staring at my lower body with a smile. She lifted the quilt and waved to me sweetly: "Come up..."

Aunt Zhen's body was smooth and soft in the bed. She held up her two bouncing breasts. She stared into my eyes and said with a smile, "Son... your Aunt Zhen's two big breasts have never fed a baby. How about you suck them and teach Aunt Zhen how to taste the deliciousness of feeding a baby?"

I gently grabbed those large breasts that were neither too soft nor too hard and full of elasticity. After squeezing and playing with them for a while, the nipples stood up and the color seemed to become darker, as if they were about to spray out milk. I quickly lowered my head and sucked the one in my right hand. Aunt Zhen moaned softly: "Ah... son is sucking mother's breasts..." and pressed down my head. The tasteless juice seeps onto the tongue.

I pressed my tongue against the erect nipple and sucked hard. Aunt Zhen moaned again: "Ah... son, suck hard... harder..." The juice almost instantly filled my mouth.

Aunt Zhen stroked my head and murmured in her sleep with her eyes closed: "I heard that when a baby sucks breast milk, the mother will feel pleasure... and even produce fluid... So it's true... Feel it... Do you feel it..." She grabbed my hand and pulled it down.

Auntie Zhen's labia felt plump and tender, filled with slippery fluid. I whispered, "Really, a lot of fluid has flowed out..."

Her body was trembling, "...will you kiss Aunt Zhen..." She hugged me tightly, her little red mouth slightly opened, and I saw the pink tip of her tongue exposed, so tempting. I thought to myself, your godson can kiss in the third grade of junior high school. He followed the example in the porn movies and stuck out the tip of his tongue to her two red and moist lips, licked them a few times, touched her pink tongue tip, and kissed her deeply. Aunt Zhen speaks in a soft and gentle voice, and when you start kissing her, her tongue twists and digs in your mouth, very flexibly.

The two kissed so tightly that they couldn't breathe and could only breathe through their nostrils. Aunt Zhen must have heard too many pornographic jokes, and she was very passionate. I touched her pussy with my fingers, and she also raised her penis and rubbed it. Her hands were even hotter, grabbing the cock and stroking and squeezing it. My cock was held and played with by her delicate hands, which was several times more pleasurable than masturbating myself.

Aunt Zhen let go of her lips and said in a trembling voice: "Just caress it outside, don't put your fingers inside, if you want to insert it, use this big meat stick underneath you... come on..." She grabbed my cock, rubbed it between her wet labia for a few times, and then pressed it against the opening of her pussy. I shuddered.

"Come on!" I felt the tip of my glans stuck in a small muddy pit. My whole body was about to smoke. I imitated the most intense posture in the porn movies and pushed down!

Aunt Zhen cried out, "Ah! Gently!"

There was so much water, and it was so slippery. Aunt Zhen positioned herself very accurately, and with a "squeak" sound from the small muddy pit, the glans and its neck all went into Aunt Zhen's small flesh hole. Aunt Zhen slapped my butt and cursed in a low voice: "You bastard! So hard!" After spanking and scolding, she hugged my butt again and said: "Put it in again, don't leave any strands outside."

I thought to myself, “Isn’t that easy?”

After shaking his butt a few circles, the entire iron-hard cock gently penetrated into Aunt Zhen's small pussy, and was inserted tightly, without any strands left outside.

I deliberately took Aunt Zhen's hand and touched her pussy: "Feel it, there's not a single drop of it left outside."

Aunt Zhen held my head down, "Okay... okay... Can you thrust gently? Then suck the other side to see if there is any milk."

The mouth sucks the nipple gently, but the cock fucks the little pussy hard. I don't know how many hundred times I thrust into her, and Aunt Zhen was moaning loudly and screaming underneath.

I held on to the bed with both hands, gasping for breath, and thrusted dozens of times with all my might, my cock pushing hard into the hole, and my hot semen poured into the depths of Aunt Zhen's vagina.

One time I wanted to do it at her house, so I went out and sneaked into her house, but was kicked out. Then she asked me to wait for her at a certain hotel.

I have never understood why she lives alone, but refuses to let me have sex with her at her house, and instead wants to have a tryst outside? The secret was discovered later.

Just as I was daydreaming, a car honked its horn outside and drove past, scaring me! I looked back at the clock. It was already half past two. Why hadn't Mom come down yet? I hope nothing happens to you! I thought about it and decided to go up and take a look.

I found a flashlight under the counter and saw that the elevator stopped on the third floor. Come to think of it, it’s better to take the stairs if you want to look for someone. I patrolled the corridor on the second floor. It was silent and there was not a single person in sight. Only the third floor was left. As soon as I went up to the third floor, I saw a familiar figure in front of Room 303. He was standing against the door under the dim corridor light, and I didn't know what he was doing.

I stood at the stairs and watched for a while, then I knew what my mother was doing. Mom must be playing a game where she listens to good things happening in other people's rooms while eating a buffet.

My father was abducted by the hotel accountant, and my mother has been alone in the house for three years.

"Oh..." I sighed for her in my heart, thinking about the divorced Aunt Zhen, and the mother and son in Room 303, and walked towards my mother unconsciously.

As I got closer, I could see more clearly that my mother was standing against the door with her legs spread out. One hand was reaching between her legs from under her skirt and moving vigorously, while the other hand was reaching into her breasts and caressing them. Perhaps my mother noticed someone approaching from the corner of her eye, and she stopped all movements at once, bent down and picked up the flashlight from the ground, and a strong beam of light silently pierced into my eyes.

I couldn't open my eyes, so I quickly put my index finger on my lips, as a gesture of "Shh... it's your son, don't be nervous!"

My mother held my hand, and the mother and I tiptoed downstairs of the hotel we owned. I don’t even dare to take the elevator!

When I entered the counter, my mother closed the door, her face flushed, and she asked in a low voice, "I told you to watch the counter, why did you run up there!"