My mom asked me to fuck her hard (family incest adult novel)

My dad and mom had a happy sex life for the first 16-17 years of their marriage, but as my dad climbed into the corporate leadership ranks, work became his everything, which took a toll on his marriage. When I was almost seventeen, my father was assigned to manage the second shift of production in the factory. Of course, his salary increased accordingly, but at the same time, the responsibilities he assumed also became heavier. This means that he has to work from 3:30 pm to midnight, and may have to work overtime at any time. He also has to attend meetings on Saturdays, and sometimes he has to visit other production sites on his days off.

He came home late, often didn't go to bed until the early hours of the morning, and seemed tired most of the time.

My father is definitely a hard-working and responsible person. He always devotes 110% of his energy and time to his work. But our family is not short of money. I really don’t understand why he is so busy working all day and has no time to enjoy life.

At home, Dad seems more and more redundant. He and Mom are getting less and less in sync, and Dad has no say in almost everything Mom cares about. Their sex life had virtually ceased to exist. However, my mother was a woman who loved sex (I found out later), and in the first few months, she even tried to arouse my father's sexual interest. Sometimes she would dress up very sexily and wait very late until her father came back, but he always disappointed her. It was not his fault because he was too tired to do anything else. In the afternoon, he was always busy preparing for work in the evening and had no time to take care of his mother. Occasionally I come here on Sundays, but it's just a quick visit. Gradually, Mom gave up and became taciturn and difficult to get along with, but Dad, who was busy with work, certainly didn't realize this.

To be fair, if you pay a little attention you'll find that my mother is actually a very beautiful woman. The "women" I am talking about here are not those petite, beautiful, simple-minded women who are popular nowadays. My mother is not short, she is 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds. She has round and firm breasts, plump and curvy buttocks, firm and straight buttocks, round and plump thighs, well-curved calves, and neat ankles. When she smiles, deep dimples appear on her cheeks, which combine with her straight nose and clear mouth shape, bright dark brown eyes and soft, wavy tan hair. She gives people a stunning feeling, especially to me. The reason I made such a detailed description is simply to tell you that my mother is a great beauty. No matter where she goes, she will be the focus of people's attention.

As for myself - the last member of this family. At that time, I was just a junior in high school, a good student in the traditional sense, with outstanding grades in the class. At the same time, I was also an excellent athlete. I especially liked playing football and was a member of the school team. I'm 5'11", 175 pounds, muscular, and in great shape, and I'm the second fastest runner on the team. However, I have some problems in socializing. For example, I hate having boring conversations with others. I will be at a loss and don’t know what to say when facing girls. Although I have a strong desire for the opposite sex, I often hide this yearning.

I have also had experience in dating the opposite sex, and have had two girlfriends in total.

The first girl was the kind of woman who only wanted to dominate men and tell them what to do. During the time we were dating, she was always dissatisfied with me, saying this and that. Fortunately, I soon got tired of dating her. I admit she was a good kisser, and my only impression was that she liked kissing, but I never thought of entering the world inside her shorts. Now that she's married to a slut who likes to whip her with a belt from time to time, it's certainly not her turn to tell him what to do with his life.

The second one was a shy and very short girl, at least to me. It took me a long time to teach her how to kiss, and although she tried very hard, seemed to like me, and slowly learned to enjoy kissing, she was still very sensitive. Whenever I got carried away and touched her breasts, she would immediately scream and threaten to tell her parents. There was no way out, our relationship had to end. Then a playboy from our school got her into bed, and soon she became a slut ready to have sex with anyone who got the chance.

At one point she hinted to me that if I wanted her she would be happy to cooperate, but I was no longer interested in any part of her body and I would not waste my passion and semen on a woman who was available to anyone.

Okay, enough chit-chat, let’s get back to the book.

I am a young man full of vigor and vitality. I am not ugly, but I can only rely on masturbation to deal with many dissatisfactions in sexual matters. And my mother, a beautiful woman with a strong sexual desire, was neglected by her husband who was busy working. I often come up with many bizarre, vivid and lifelike sexual fantasies out of thin air, and the most frequent object in my fantasies is my beautiful and sexy mother. Think about it, the husband and father is away from home most of the time, leaving two lonely and thirsty people to spend the night alone, and you have a very obvious solution - it is really very obvious, that is - incest (if you approve of this behavior), which is really the most natural thing.

But sometimes, things develop in unexpected ways.

I am in favor of incest, at least I have this idea. I don't think incest is an immoral thing. In traditional concepts, incest is condemned, but I think that in family relationships, the relationship between parents and children is closer than any other person. Blood ties make them rely on each other, and it is inevitable that they have feelings for each other. It is not impossible for this to develop into a sexual relationship. To be honest, I had thought about it, but I never thought it would actually happen, although I had done it with my beautiful mother countless times in my dreams, and I eagerly hoped that one day my dream would come true. But when it came to putting all this into practice, I was at a loss. I spent a long time observing and thinking, and finally came to an incredible conclusion: my mother has always been interested in me - sexually.

After realizing this, although I was not sure, I decided to launch an offensive. From premeditated simple teasing to implicit teasing between each other, everything started slowly and naturally. I know that my mother doesn't feel very good about herself and even doubts her own charm. This is all because of my father's coldness towards her. So I started trying to cheer her up with compliments, letting her know how beautiful and stunning she was to her son. At first I was very clumsy and often couldn't express myself clearly, and I often blushed because of saying the wrong things, but my mother was always able to understand what I meant quickly. I could see that she liked it very much. She knew that I was sincere. Although my words did not sound as grand and beautiful as those of the orators, she could guess the meaning behind these words. With every compliment, my eloquence became better and better, and my mouth became sweeter and sweeter, for which I was often rewarded with a warm hug from my mother.

I started spending more time at home with my mother, comforting her who was neglected by her husband, and we talked about everything. From our conversations, I learned about my mother’s life experiences when she was young, all her interests, hobbies, and dreams. My mother is no longer so high and mighty and far away from me as before, but now she is so close to me, like an interesting friend who deeply attracts me. I found that I could talk to her about anything, even things that I would never dare to say in front of others.

To be honest, although I often go to the movies and play games with a group of friends, I have never had any real friends. Now, my mother has become my closest friend, and I feel both confused and satisfied with this relationship. We watched TV, played cards, and occasionally went out for dinner or concerts. I often help my mother with housework, cooking or clearing dishes, and even do her laundry. However, I have always had an extremely strong desire for her body, and this desire is growing day by day. I can only rely on frequent masturbation and crazy sex with her in my dreams to barely suppress this unhealthy desire. I had wanted to spy on my mom taking a bath, but her bathroom was in her room and I had no chance unless she showered with the door open. However, facing my mature and sexy mother every day, I feel my self-control is rapidly declining and I am getting closer and closer to the brink of collapse. But on the other hand, I really appreciate the closest friendship we have now.

I can also feel that my mother appreciates me as a companion. She seems to be more relaxed and happier than before, and loves life more than before. She seems unwilling to talk about the growing estrangement between her and my father, and has given up trying any further. She often told me about her experience of dating my father, how they met, got to know each other, fell in love, and finally got married. She indirectly, subtly and implicitly made me understand that she had lost the sex life they once shared and loved. Every time this happened, she would shake her head gently, looking very sad, and tell me how much she wished someone could comfort her and talk to her. Every time this happened, I almost blurted out: "Mom, can I stay with you instead of Dad?" But every time the words reached the tip of my tongue, I swallowed them back. I am so cruel to myself for being so cowardly and useless.

Now her mother is concerned about her appearance again. She started using makeup again, had a fashionable hairstyle, and started paying attention to her clothes. She often wears washed-out jeans and a loose top, or sometimes a tight short T-shirt, as if she is showing off to me her dazzlingly beautiful thighs and bulges, her plump and attractive breasts, and the well-proportioned curves of her body. Later, when the weather got warmer and summer came, she put on a very daring and revealing golf skirt, which I had never seen her dressed like before. It all made me itch, especially when I caught a glimpse of her white panties.

Of course, these changes gave me more opportunities to praise her, sometimes even in a very unbridled and corny way, but to be honest, I admired her changes from the bottom of my heart, and my mother was obviously more intoxicated by my praise and would take the opportunity to hug me as a reward. Mom was increasingly using her body to hint to me how much she loved her son. This kind of close yet distant game is going on, which makes me intoxicated. With every hug my desire grows hotter and hotter like the summer sun.

Our hugs became more and more frequent, and I became more and more eager for future developments, but there were things in between that I had never experienced before, and I was no longer a child. Every morning when I go to school, I hug my mother goodbye, and when I get home from school, I am greeted with another warm hug. We hug each other and say good night and good morning. When I greet her, I get a hug, and when I help her with the chores, another warm hug.

Gradually, kisses were added to the hugs. At first we limited ourselves to brief kisses on the cheek, but this soon progressed to heavy kissing, and then naturally evolved into mouth-to-mouth contact. So I began to proactively seek out opportunities to get these kisses I dreamed of, rather than waiting for them to come. For example, when I'm clearing the table after dinner, I'll take the opportunity to hug my mom, give her a kiss, and tell her how sweet it is. When she tried on new clothes, I would pretend to observe seriously, then whistle with envy, hug her tightly and give her an eager kiss. As time went on, the kisses grew softer and sweeter. I think if we didn't sleep in separate beds, my mother and I would look like a very happy couple.

My love for my mother grew day by day, and my desire for her attractive body became stronger and stronger.

You might think that my mother would express her love for me explicitly, but unfortunately that never happened. I can only rely on observation, speculation and physical contact to guess, test and feel my mother's love. If I misunderstand my mother's meaning and act rashly and get kicked off the bed by my mother, what do you think the consequences will be? A woman's heart is the most unpredictable. Fortunately, my mother gave me many hints, but I don't know which hints may bring me good luck. However, my mother gradually stopped covering up and no longer concealed her sexy and charming body.

She would often wear a translucent robe in the mornings, and she had a habit of bending over so that her large breasts would be visible, or so that I could get a vague glimpse of her tight underwear. Every time at this time, I could clearly see her erect nipples, and sometimes I could even see her dark pubic hair through the thin silk clothes. Sometimes when I passed by her bedroom at night and went to the kitchen to find food, I would see her alone in her pajamas. And these silk pajamas obviously couldn't cover her body. I could clearly see the beautiful curves of my mother's body. So touching! It’s great to be alive! Although it's not really soul-stirring, it's still a feast for the eyes. (two)

There were two times when I saw my mother completely naked, and she obviously intended for me to see it.

Once when I was coming back from school and going up the stairs, my footsteps were a bit loud, but I wasn't sneaking up the stairs. Then my mother suddenly appeared in the aisle at the entrance of the stairs, naked, with her plump breasts and thick, hairy vagina completely exposed in front of me. I was startled and my eyes involuntarily stared at her proudly erect breasts and her weed-covered vagina.

But mom looked more "surprised" and said, "Oh, I didn't know you were home." It seemed that she was not in a hurry to cover up her body. Instead, she turned around coquettishly on purpose so that my lustful eyes could see her charming buttocks enough, and then she slowly walked back to the room.

Another time, the bathroom door was open and I walked in to find my mother inside, having just stripped off her clothes and was naked, obviously about to take a shower. I was embarrassed for a moment and stammered an apology before slinking out of the bathroom with a red face.

"It's okay, dear," Mom didn't seem angry, "I forgot to close the door." It was great that she no longer tried to hide her sexual desire! I was very pleased with what I saw. The only odd thing about this is that there is also a separate bathroom in the parents' room, and my mother used to take a bath there.

As I said, Mom started wearing very short golf skirts (she didn't like playing golf), but only at home and when Dad was out. That day she was wearing such a short skirt, which could just barely cover her hips. When she sat down, her beautiful thighs were completely exposed, and her white panties were always faintly visible - I found that they were always white. My mother paid less and less attention to her sitting posture. She sat opposite me, her thighs sometimes opened wantonly, and sometimes she bent her knees and spread her legs to reveal the scenery under her skirt, as if she was completely unaware that her son opposite her was looking at her with lustful eyes, spewing desire. The white panties frequently appeared and disappeared in my field of vision. Although it was just a quick glimpse, it was enough for me to see clearly the style of the panties. It was a transparent, high-waisted white panties, which allowed you to clearly see the tempting black cross.

I stared greedily at the dazzling black area. Suddenly, my mother seemed to see through me and glared at me coquettishly and charmingly, which scared me. But she didn't seem angry. Instead, she sat next to me, stared at me with ill intentions, and gently stroked my head with her hand. A familiar yet unfamiliar female body scent drifted into my nose, instantly making my whole body tremble with excitement. I just hope that my mother really desires me and can make me get what I want. My mother was so close to me, almost within my reach. I really wanted to suddenly press her under me, but at this moment I was at a loss, not knowing what to do next. If I put my hands on my mom and it turns out that I just wanted to do it, it would probably ruin the good relationship that I worked so hard to build with her, and I don't want that to happen. After all, she is my mother. Morally, it is impossible for me to do anything bad to her unless she takes the initiative or has more intimate actions.

(Later, I learned that she was also very conflicted at the time, and had been trying to restrain herself from taking a step that could change our lives forever.)

Nothing happened that day, and I was a little disappointed, but also relieved. I long for a breakthrough, yet I am afraid of it.

It was another evening, I was lying on the carpet watching TV, and I casually put the newspaper I had finished reading on the floor beside me. My mother came over and wanted to pick a few newspapers to read. She bent over and half-knelt on the ground, her back facing me, her legs apart, her plump buttocks facing me, within my reach. She was wearing a golf skirt and her white panties could barely cover her tight buttocks. Through the white transparent panties, I can clearly see the outline of her thick labia. Just as I was staring at them absentmindedly, imagining the wonderful feeling of rubbing and grinding them with my cock, I suddenly found that my mother was looking at me through the gap between her legs with a smile. I immediately turned my head away as if I had received an electric shock, my face flushed with embarrassment. My mother didn't say anything and continued to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened. I would glance at her from time to time like a thief, until she finished reading the newspaper and sat back on the sofa. Only then did I realize that she was trying hard not to laugh, and she seemed very happy. It turned out that my mother had planned this all along, and she was just taking advantage of me, a cowardly spectator.

When we said goodnight to each other, Mom's kiss was particularly gentle and lingering, taking twice as long as usual and almost as passionate as the kiss between lovers. I could have sworn that her tongue tentatively stretched out twice. She seemed reluctant to part with me, and I was sure she really wanted me to stay with her all night, but I backed off. I'm afraid that once things start, they will be out of control. Although in my dream, I can do anything with my mother in bed, I will not be stingy in giving my mother everything I have, and my mother will give me corresponding returns, including her enthusiasm and even her body. But in real life, I can't, I'm not completely sure what my mother is thinking. Ah, my dream! I'm going crazy. That night, I masturbated all night alone.

The next morning, I got up and took a shower. I felt surprisingly energetic. While I was shaving, I heard my father driving away. Today is Saturday, and I know he won't be back tonight because he has a long meeting at nine o'clock the next morning. Dad is so pitiful. After shaving, I went downstairs to have breakfast. Mom came in soon, wearing another golf skirt (I knew she must have put it on after Dad went out) and a T-shirt, and no bra underneath.

Oh my god, she looked so hot and sexy, and I was only wearing shorts at the time. It was really unbearable, and my cock started to slip away from my conscious control. She made me my favorite pancakes and I sat down. She came to my right side holding a frying pan with pancakes in it and put the pancakes on my plate.

Everything was so natural, without a trace of affectation. I reached my right hand between her legs and gently stroked the inside of her thighs. She suddenly stiffened and stared into my eyes. Her dark brown eyes suddenly radiated dazzling desire, and I knew what I should do next.

It was like an electric shock. When I used my fingers to stroke my mother's soft, satin-smooth skin, the feeling was indescribable. We both froze for a while, waiting for what would happen next.

Well, what should be done has been done. I have broken the ice and the thin layer of paper between us. I have no choice but to move forward. At this point, if I still back down like I did in the past, I would not be a man. So I began to stroke my mother's soft inner thighs up and down, then slowly from the knees to the intersection of the thighs. My mother's breathing immediately became rapid, but she still didn't stop me. Instead, she slowly placed the pan of pancakes on the table. She didn't mean to leave me, but just stood there and let me caress her body. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, and she gently wrapped her arms around my neck, letting me press against her left chest, breathing rapidly. I guess she was also a little afraid of what was going to happen.

For a long time, I just patted and caressed my mother's charming thighs, and my mother just gently hugged my neck. My left hand also pressed on my mother's thigh, and both hands stroked her thigh together. My left hand slowly moved upwards along the outside of my mother's thigh, and soon I touched the height of her panties, but unexpectedly, the skin I touched was soft and warm, which was incredible. My left hand continued to roam over her buttocks, and I finally realized that my mother was not wearing any underwear!

Unable to bear my caress, my mother groaned and pressed my head tightly against her soft and firm breasts.

My right hand was not idle either. It began to move deeper into the inside of my mother's thigh, very carefully approaching the target area that I missed day and night. The mother quickly moved her right leg and spread her thighs to facilitate the exploration of her baby son's eager hands.

I tentatively reached out my hand to my mother's vagina, and touched soft pubic hair. A little further forward, my hand touched my mother's vulva, so I gently and tenderly stroked my mother's warm and moist labia. At that moment, I felt like I was in a place that I was once very familiar with. I swear, from the day I was born until now, I never thought that there would be a day when I could caress my own mother's vagina like a lover. It was only in my dreams.

Everything was like a dream.

As if in response to me, as my hand touched my mother's vagina, my mother's body immediately trembled violently. Then she suddenly took off her T-shirt quickly, turned her body towards me, pulled the troublesome golf skirt over her head, and pressed my face against her naked, soft and plump breasts, while my hands continued to move wildly on my mother's seductive body. With his left hand he teased her labia, while with his right hand he rubbed her buttocks vigorously. It seems that I am left with only instinct.

I flipped her labia apart and inserted my fingers inside. It was already wet inside and the vaginal fluid kept flowing out.

While my mother was breathing heavily, she guided my mouth to lick her nipples. Without her instruction, I consciously used the tip of my tongue to gently flick back and forth on my mother's erect nipples, gently bit the base of the nipples with my teeth, and then enthusiastically sucked and nibbled on my mother's plump and towering breasts.

Mom obviously couldn't stand the little movements of my fingers under her, and her hips began to sway rhythmically from side to side, protesting my illegal intrusion. Her vagina had become very lubricated, and there was no hindrance for the fingers to enter and exit.

Finally, the mother could no longer suppress her physical urges and could not help but cry out: "God, it's wonderful, honey! Don't stop, don't..."

God knows, I have no intention of stopping at all. I just want to go further. This idea has driven me crazy.

My mouth greedily searched back and forth between the breasts, and my fingers continued to tease my mother's vagina.

"Oh...Oh...God!" Mom moaned, her body seeming to melt and tremble with the continued passion.

"Oh...oh...God! So...so...darling! Oh...ah...so...so beautiful!"

If you have never put your fingers inside your mother's vagina or pressed your face against her bare breasts, I guarantee you have never experienced the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world.

Oh, my cock can't hold it anymore and is about to burst through my shorts.

At this moment, my mother suddenly left the table and dragged me with her.

"Come on, baby!" she ordered. "Take off your pants!"

At the same time, she quickly unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, and I peeled off the extra shorts as quickly as I could, revealing my ugly, purple, hot, thick cock.

"Oh my God, that's a big one!"

As she grabbed my cock and pulled me towards the counter, she looked surprised at the thickness and length of my cock. But she quickly turned around, leaned against the counter, with her back to me, and thrust her domineering butt in front of me. "Here, baby," she said impatiently, "Quick! Fuck mommy from behind."

I stared at my mother's beautiful, white, plump buttocks in awe, and I swear, I really wanted to do as my mother instructed, but I had never seen a woman's vagina before, and had no idea of ​​its structure. I had never even inserted my penis into any girl's body from the front, let alone from the back. How could I start?

Mom reached back again and grabbed my cock.

"Come on, baby!" she urged. "I want your cock in me right now!"

She leaned her upper body over the counter and raised her butt high, urging me to hurry up.

I can't care less. I walked between her wide-open legs, adjusted my dick, aimed at her buttocks, gritted my teeth and thrust forward. To my great surprise, my dick successfully entered my mother's vagina.

God, what does this feel like?

I felt my mother's warm flesh tightly wrapped around my cock, and I was so excited that I almost jumped up.

"Push it in, baby," Mom yelled. "I need your big cock to fuck me hard."

So I pushed my cock in and Mom arched her ass back until my cock was completely buried in her juicy, lovely pussy.

"Oh...it's so beautiful, baby!" Mom murmured, "Fuck me, fuck me hard...fuck your mother to death with your beloved big cock..."