Under the bar, use the middle finger to stimulate the mother's vagina (family incest adult novel)

Clang, the crisp sound of wind chimes rang out along with the sound of the door opening. This is a small coffee shop located in an alley near Taoyuan School. Usually the customers who come here to drink coffee are office workers or it is a gathering place for school teachers. It is located in a remote alley and on the second floor. It is difficult for ordinary people to find it when passing by. You need an acquaintance to help you know that there is a coffee shop here. The female boss inside is my mother.

My mother has beautiful hair. Although it is not as long as her waist, it reaches the bottom of her breasts. Her hair is straight on top, but the ends are curled into an arc shape with a curling iron, curving inward. So when you look at her hair from the front, the ends of her hair will hook the bottom of her breasts. But you ordinary people can't see such a beautiful sight, because my mother always wears a long apron. Not the nude aprons worn by AV actresses, but a very ordinary straight long apron. The apron is dark gray with the name of a coffee shop on the bottom. There are two shoulder lines hanging on her shoulders, a short rope buckle on her waist behind her, and two long white straps on her hips to tie a bow.

My mother is used to wearing very short clothes or pants. She always says that since she has an apron, no one can see her standing at the bar. But my mother forgets that I am behind her. I spy on her from behind every day and look at the bow on her hip. Her hips twist as she walks, and the bow string swings back and forth. Combined with my mother's well-proportioned legs and sneakers, she looks even younger and cuter.

Opening this coffee shop is my mother's hobby, but don't think that she is supported by my father, because my father ran off with another woman two years ago. My mother used to be a stock investor, so she checks stocks in the morning and opens the shop in the afternoon. I heard that my mother has saved a lot of money since she was a salesperson when she was young. How did I have sex with my mother? To be honest, I never had any incestuous thoughts with my mother before, and mature women were okay with me. I liked to train and tease women, and the day we had sex was just an accident.

That day was the week after my father passed away. My mother was heartbroken and cried bitterly. As far as I can remember, my parents were always quarreling, and my mother was always the one crying in the end. That night, in order to make my mother feel better, I took a bottle of red wine and gave it to her. My mother kept cursing, as if she wanted to get rid of decades of resentment in one breath. I saw my mother drinking one glass after another, which made me put it away in a hurry. My mother cried in my arms, and her tears were so painful to see.

My mother has always loved dressing up and looking young, and she never says that she is old. Sometimes when I accompany my mother shopping, she is mistaken for my sister, which makes her laugh so hard that she can't stop. I have no choice but to cooperate with my mother and say yes every time, which makes the relationship between my mother and me even closer. I have read those incest articles, but I spoke to my mother very naturally. Unlike those articles, the mother was not worried about incest taboos, or was forced or deceived by her son. We were more like lovers.

That night, my mother drank a little bit of wine and started talking nonsense. She was so exhausted that she was tired from crying. I had seen my mother sad for a week, and I couldn't bear to see her go on like this, so I decided to do something. I want my mother to enjoy an orgasm, and let her forget everything temporarily through the pleasure brought by the orgasm. I originally wanted to lick my mother's pussy, pick her honey pot, and give her fingers to make her orgasm again and again, because I already had a girlfriend in high school and had sex. I know that when girls are really having sex, they will completely follow the feelings of their bodies and enjoy the stimulation that sex brings them at all costs.

I personally believe that sex is a natural thing, so I'm not afraid of moral values, but I don't feel any excitement about incest, so I just treat it as sex and we both get what we want. I hugged my mother and asked her if she wanted to feel comfortable. She nodded. I began to caress her body. As she was a little drunk, she knew what I was doing but didn't stop me. I kissed her lips, neck, and behind her ears. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it all.

Finally, I stretched out two fingers and scraped the sticky flesh inside. At this time, my mother screamed even louder. I felt more and more vaginal fluid on the flesh wall. I pressed my mother's leg forward with my left hand to make the vagina stick up. As my fingers speeded up, the vaginal fluid increased and the sheets underneath were soaked. My mother raised her upper body, supported herself with her hands, and spread her legs like a frog. She gasped and a stream of clear liquid gushed out from the tender hole that was under my fingers, and she even had an orgasm. That night, I made my mother orgasm more than a dozen times in a row, including the vibrator I hid, otherwise her hands would have been sore.

The next day, my mother slept in my bed. Because her bed was covered with her vaginal fluid, I spent the whole night washing the sheets and quilts. Only after I finished washing them did I fall asleep under the bed. My mother felt dizzy and weak in the morning. She saw herself sleeping in my bed. When she found me under the bed, she woke me up and asked me to come up and sleep. I hugged my mother as if she were my lover, and she seemed to know what happened last night, but she didn't say anything. She took off my clothes, and the mother and son hugged each other naked, without saying anything, just looking at each other lovingly. Then they hugged each other tighter and kissed each other passionately. My mother stroked my cock and told me that she also wanted to make me comfortable. I really wanted to, but staying up late made me sleepy. I told my mother the reason, and she blushed and hid herself in the sheets, saying that it was impossible for me to shed so much.

That coquettish look was so adorable. My mother let me fall asleep in her arms. When I woke up, it was already afternoon. I originally thought that my mother would be very angry, because we are mother and son, and I actually helped her do this kind of incestuous thing, but unexpectedly my mother didn't say much, and was still the same as usual, but the only thing was that my mother was not like before, now she became happier and more energetic, and I was also very relieved. When I was taking a shower at night, my mother knocked on my bathroom door and asked me if I wanted her to help me wash. I opened the door a little embarrassedly, and my mother came in, wearing a bath towel, completely naked in front of me, and began to scrub my back, put shower gel on her hands, rubbed my body, and kept rubbing on my penis, washing it very carefully.

I don't know if this is my mother's reward to me, just because I helped her orgasm last night? Is my mother planning to make me feel comfortable this time as well? I don't know, but I know that my cock has begun to become engorged under my mother's rubbing. My mother looked at my cock with a shy face. My hands were rubbing my mother's buttocks. I kept caressing everything on my mother's body, whether it was her breasts or pubic hair. We helped each other bathe, and I saw my mother quickly stroking my penis. Under the shower gel, her slender fingers rubbed it up and down quickly. I tilted my head back, and my glans was between my mother's fingers. I shot all the semen that I had held back yesterday because of fingering my mother on my mother's face, and a little bit dripped on her breasts.

My mother picked up the shower head and rinsed me with water. My cock, which was still trembling after I ejaculated, was still jumping in my mother's palm. My mother helped me push and squeeze it to clean out the semen. I gently leaned my mother's head against her and slightly pushed my cock to her mouth. My mother looked at my face and I showed a pleading look. My mother made circles with her fingers, held the base of my cock, and began to blow and lick my penis. I was not satisfied after ejaculating once, and with the sound of my mother sucking water, my penis suddenly became hard again. My mother's tongue is very dexterous. I don't know why, but she seems to be used to oral sex. She sucked the entire penis with her lips. The suction was so strong. She sucked and used her tongue, while her hands were stroking it up and down. I could hardly bear it.

I quickly asked my mother to slow down, and I asked her to hold her breasts with her palms and give me a titfuck. My mother first gave both of us a hot shower. During the process, my fingers kept tickling her vagina from her anus, and my mother held my penis. After a while, my mother knelt down and clamped my penis between her cleavage. The penis was not as exaggeratedly large as those in porn movies, but between the size of a CD, but it was still possible to have a titfuck. My mother clamped it with her palms, and her fingers pressed my penis in front of her cleavage to prevent it from falling out due to the twitching.

This is a visual enjoyment. The identity of a mother has long been forgotten. Now she is my woman, a woman who is willing to give her body to me. I began to twist my waist. It felt so slippery under the squeeze of her breasts. I can't say it was very comfortable, but it was a very wonderful feeling. Every time I thrust, my mother would stick out her tongue and lick my glans. She would even open her mouth, so that every time I thrust, I could pour my glans directly into her mouth. Finally, I simply pressed down my mother's head and kept inserting my dick into her mouth again and again, deep throating her every time. A few times, I simply pressed down my mother's head and let her swallow the whole thing. Looking at my mother's uncomfortable expression, I had a sense of conquest. My mother's mouth was covered with my pubic hair, and her breath was on my pubic hair. My mother pinched my butt with both hands and made a whining sound from her mouth. I let my mother go when I thought it was almost time. My mother took a deep breath and coughed. Just as she caught her breath, I forced my dick into her mouth again.

After a few times, I opened my mother's head and let her suck and blow continuously, faster and faster. The sound of saliva made me fill my mother's mouth with semen, and I covered my mother's mouth with my hand, not allowing her to spit it out. My mother had to swallow it. This is oral sex and cum swallowing. I licked her honey pot and dug her anus with my hands, making my mother's juices flow and moan continuously until we went to bed at night. We chatted and talked with each other like a newlywed couple, biting each other and tickling each other. It was the first time I saw my mother so coquettish. She looked so cute as a little woman.

That night, I pressed on my mother and kept twisting my waist. My mother wrapped her hands around my neck and kept making snorting sounds. I fucked my mother three times that night and played for a full four hours. Of course, we took a break in between, but I was young and could breathe quickly. I didn't care whether my mother wanted it or not. I just had to do it. I tried many positions, and finally the doggy style. I rammed my mother's ass so hard that it undulated. The whole room was filled with the sound of slapping. My mother's legs were weak from my fucking, and her whole body was powerless. She could only let me vent my energy until I ejaculated. The next day, my mother slept all day because of back pain. I looked at my lovely mother and thought that maybe because of my father's departure, my mother transferred all her love to me. I think this kind of sexual intercourse between mother and son that is consensual is also a kind of incest.

There are quite a lot of customers today, so I will help my mother in the store, serving simple meals, making coffee, and washing some dishes. It is best not to let my mother walk out of the bar to prevent her good figure from being seen by others. The bar is very high, and if the customers sit on the high chairs in front of the bar, they cannot see inside the bar unless they stand up and look down. You can only see my mother's chest if you look straight ahead, and the rest of her body is blocked by the totem decorative wall in front of the bar. I looked at my mother's figure behind the apron. Today she seemed to be wearing a small vest and a small narrow skirt, which was very short, the kind that would be exposed as long as she sat down. I saw that my mother was chatting happily with the teacher customer, so I walked over.

My mother was listening to the topic next to me, while my right hand was restlessly scratching my mother's legs, and even rubbing her beautiful buttocks with my fingers. My mother looked at me, but still pretended not to know. I guess my mother also likes this kind of teasing. In front of the guests, she endured the itch of her private parts and let me play with her like a pervert on the train, my fingers kept picking at the slit. It turned out that she was wearing a thong. I simply squatted down and opened my mother's legs. My mother seemed to know what I was going to do, so she deliberately leaned her upper body on the bar, letting me suck on that meat hole from the front, which was tender and juicy. My mother was blushing, and finally she could wait until the guests left. I stood up, and my mother said don't be too stimulating. I directly thrust my penis into her from behind, with my hands leaning on the bar. There were two or three guests in front, and they didn't notice what happened at the bar at all. This kind of sexual stimulation from outside made my mother's heart beat faster. I pretended nothing happened, slowly moving my penis, and began to thrust it rhythmically. As long as there were guests coming, I would pay the bill. Finally, all the guests left, and I didn't care if anyone would come in from outside.

Both of us were already burning with desire. Mother stuck her butt up high and looked outside the door to see if there were any guests. I held her slender waist with my hands and kept thrusting, making her groan. I saw that there were no guests for the time being, so I turned her over, lifted her right foot, and thrusted faster. Her long curly hair shook up and down. I pulled the apron on her chest to the right, then pulled up her top from the bottom, revealing a snow-white breast. I pulled her bra down, and her whole breasts swayed up and down. This is breast shaking. I rubbed her breasts with my hands and then sucked on her nipples. I pulled the long apron under my mother to the left and put it on the bar. My mother simply sat on the bar and clamped my waist with her legs. I put my hands through the rope on the back of the apron, faced my mother, and kissed her with my tongue and sucked wildly. Finally, as the speed increased, the pitch of her lewd moans became higher and higher. Finally, I clamped my legs together and shot a stream of thick semen deep into my mother's body.

My mother held me and lay on me, and there was a pool of love juice on the bar. At this time, the wind chime sounded again at the door. My mother hurriedly squatted down and asked me to greet the guests. I pulled my mother's head in front of my cock. My mother licked the last bit of my semen, hurriedly climbed upstairs to the room that only our employees could enter, tidied up, and came downstairs for me to change. I looked at my mother's slightly flushed cheeks and her affectionate eyes. I enjoyed the sex that my mother brought me, and I loved my mother more than anything else, until the next time the wind chimes sounded, and we still went to the store again and again, sinking into the vortex of mother-son incest.

This article is a bit short and I didn't spend much time on it, because I thought the series of posts about Mother Odour seemed to be a bit dull, probably because there were no scenes of fucking the mother, so it didn't arouse sexual desire. But I wrote that article just because I wanted to, and if it gets too dull, I think it will be less popular, so I should stop writing. I'm already halfway through the third chapter of Mother Odour II, and I will finish it, but I can't guarantee that there will be a sequel after that, because of the time and energy I have to spend writing about Mother Odour, I have carefully typed out all the words and scenes in it. If you are interested, you can imagine it by following the actions in it, and you will find that it is actually very coherent, including the positions of the left and right hands and legs, and the time and actions. It is all explained very clearly. If not, it's just that I was lazy.