Memoirs of My Mother (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

Chapter 1: Buttocks

I remember it was a day after school at noon. My mother was 170cm tall, tall and thin, with long hair. She looked okay. Because I look more like my mother, I inherited her height. I am 180cm tall and thin, and I can't gain weight.

At that time, my mother worked in a nearby electronics factory, I think she was assembling NB parts. Because it was close to home, she would buy lunch boxes for me to eat at noon. When I finished my midterm exam, I saw my mother come back and asked me how I did. I said I did well. At that time, I deliberately asked, if I improved, would I get a prize? My mother asked me how much pocket money I wanted. At that time, I hesitated and said that I didn’t need pocket money. I would rather have my mother help me masturbate, just once.

At that time, my mother's expression was very shocked, and she asked me why I had such thoughts. I made up a story that there are also mothers in foreign countries who help their sons masturbate. I was really horny at that time and my speech was incoherent. My mother scolded me sternly and told me not to let my thoughts run wild. Then she went back to work. I actually regretted it very much afterwards because I shouldn't have blurted out what I said so quickly.

Later in the evening, my mother was cooking in the kitchen. I kept staring at her buttocks at the kitchen door. My mother is 170cm tall, and her beautiful buttocks under the tight jeans had made my dick hard for a long time. I was so stupid at that time that I ran to tell my mother to ask her to go to the bathroom with me, because the bathroom was next to the kitchen. I saw that my mother kept asking her to come over, and finally she went into the bathroom with me.

At that time, I locked the door with a horn lock. My mother asked me what was wrong, and I simply pulled down my pants and underwear, revealing my cock, which was of normal length but very thick.

My mother looked at my cock, the pink glans stretched the foreskin completely, and I deliberately stroked the cock with my right hand and said to my mother, what should I do if I can't ejaculate after using it for a long time? I know this is stupid, but I didn't think too much about it at the time. Now thinking back on it, it's really stupid.

My mother was actually anxious and said she didn't know what to do. I told her to use her hand to help me masturbate. Finally, my mother actually stretched out her right hand and used the same direction as me, not the reverse grip where she kneeled on the ground and did it like in porn movies.

At that time, I thought my trick had succeeded. Unexpectedly, my mother helped me stroke my cock twice. It seemed that the secretions from the front of the glans stained her tiger's mouth. She quickly rinsed it with the faucet and asked me to solve it myself with cold water. Then she left, leaving me a little stunned. However, I think I will never forget the feel of my mother's hand at that time.

After that, for a period of time, no matter how I tried to ask my mother to help me masturbate, she refused and said that if your father knew about it, she would be beaten to death. I was very naive at that time and thought that helping me masturbate would not be a big deal, as long as it gave me some pleasure. Later, as time passed, my mother no longer mentioned this matter.

That period of time after my mother held my hot cock. Whenever my mother came to the kitchen, I would pretend to go to the back to drink water and ask her if she needed help. Once, when my mother was busy cooking, I really wanted to pinch her buttocks. My fingers were slightly open, only a few centimeters away from her denim buttocks. In the end, I stopped because I was afraid that my mother would be angry.

One afternoon, I was watching TV with my mother. At that time, my mother already knew what I was thinking about. When I stared at her, she spoke. She told me not to let my thoughts run wild and gave me a lot of sermons on keeping myself clean. I just kept saying, "Okay, I understand." Then I deliberately asked my mother, do you think my thing is that big? My mother said it was quite big. I was really excited at that time. My mother also told me that you can tell whether a child is big by looking at his nose.

Our family is a traditional one. My parents both came from the countryside to work hard in Taipei. My mother gave birth to me very early, so I think she didn't dare to talk much about sex. It was probably the concept of the previous generation. Later, when I went to college, my feelings for my mother gradually disappeared. However, incest still attracted me, especially mature women. However, in real life, old women are really not that good. Those in porn movies are all high-quality products, and it is hard to meet them in the real world.

Later, when I came back from a holiday, the washing machine was at the back. I wanted to take a shower that night, so I went to the back to collect clothes. I saw my mother washing clothes next to the washing machine. She was wearing pajamas, the kind of thin top and shorts that housewives wear. My mother's breasts were about C cup, her legs were well-proportioned, her buttocks were a little fleshy, but firm, and she was 170 cm tall. From the back, she looked really attractive. Maybe it’s because my father has been making tea since he was a child, so my mother’s skin is well maintained. Compared with his sisters, her skin is quite good.

The corridor at the back was very crowded. I leaned sideways from behind my mother to get a stick because I needed to hold up the clothes. It was the kind of clothes hanger that I used. As a result, my dick accidentally slid from left to right across my mother's buttocks. My glans felt numb and I instantly started to get hard. It made me think of a bunch of incestuous articles. I don't know if my mother felt it.

The washing machine was making a loud noise, and I slid over again. This time, I deliberately stopped behind my mother's hips, but not too close. I pretended that I couldn't find my clothes because it was too dark, and asked my mother if that one was mine?

At this time, there was a washing machine right in front of my mother, and my clothes were right in front of and above the washing machine. My mother asked me for a stick, supported the lid of the washing machine with her left hand, slightly raised her toes, leaned her upper body forward, and struggled to hook my clothes with her right hand.

I looked directly at my mother's peach-shaped buttocks, the kind that were naturally arched because of her body. My cock was so swollen that it rested on my mother's waist. Finally, my mother simply put her lower abdomen on the lid of the washing machine, propped up her whole body, and used her hands and feet. Her right knee moved up so that the toe of her left foot slightly touched the floor, and her right knee and thigh straddled the washing machine. I stared at my mother's private parts and kept rubbing against the edge of the washing machine lid, but unfortunately it only lasted a few seconds.

The mother took the clothes down and said that the hanger was hooked on it for some reason. I hurriedly said, Mom, be careful when you get down, it's dark, and your right foot should be in the right place. My mother said don't worry, but just after she finished speaking, her right knee slipped on the edge of the washing machine lid. I hurriedly used both hands to support my mother's waist. The strong feel of my hands made me feel good. I slowly pushed my mother down from the back without leaving any trace. My mother even joked that she scared me.

I said to Mom, "Don't scare me." At this time, she had already stood firmly, but I deliberately pushed my dick forward so that she could not move her ass. She could only slide down slowly and straightly. My dick protruded out of her basketball shorts, and my mother's private parts just happened to scratch my glans, which was tightly clamped in the crotch between her buttocks. The whole process was very short, probably less than ten seconds.

My mother seemed to have noticed my cock as well. Suddenly, neither of us spoke, and only the sound of the washing machine motor was left. At this time, my cock protruding from my basketball shorts was only a short distance away from my mother's buttocks. My mother told me to get my clothes and take a shower, but I didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

I deliberately squeezed my cock forward. At this time, my cock was still in my pants, but it was stuck to my mother's thin shorts and panties through her underwear and basketball shorts. It felt really good at the moment. I didn't expect that after many years, I could still have such an encounter, because my dad seemed to be making tea in the living room, and my sister was still working outside and hadn't come home. How could I miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Seeing that my mother didn't react, I boldly put my arms around her slender waist and inserted my cock completely into her buttocks. My mother just turned her head and looked at me in surprise without saying a word. Her body began to sway from side to side, trying to struggle against my invasion. She kept trying to take my hands away from her waist. I took advantage of her and simply put my hands on the lid of the washing machine, with my arms between my mother's slender waist and buttocks.

There was a washing machine in front of my mother, my arms on both sides, and my cock behind her. I deliberately moved my cock in circles, squeezing my mother's tender buttocks. That kind of tender and plump buttocks made my cock feel numb even through my pants.

I simply leaned my head on my mother's neck. It was very dark, and there was only a small night light above the washing machine. I stared at my mother's collar through the night light. Under the loose collar, there was a pair of white breasts with deep cleavage. They looked even whiter and more attractive against the bra of unknown color.

My whole body was pressed against my mother's back, and as my body swayed, her breasts began to sway left and right, which made my dick harder. I began to deliberately move my glans to my mother's private parts, just below her, and squeezed her private parts up and down rhythmically.

I saw that my mother didn't even turn her head to see me, and let me tease her body. However, when my hands were kneading the base of her C-cup breasts, my mother turned around and glared at me. I think I really made my mother very unhappy this time. My mother didn't show much expression. At this time, my father was calling my mother, and my mother only said, "Hurry up and take a shower." I left immediately.

I was taking a shower in the bathroom and I fucked her twice, but my dick was still hard. Thinking about how my mother's butt moved up and down with me, I seemed to hear a slight groan. I was afraid that my mother would tell my father about my situation.

The next day I made an excuse to go back to the dormitory, but my mother was still the same as usual, preparing things for me at the door and asking me to bring food. When I left, my mother gave me the same advice as always, telling me to take good care of myself and that my sister was doing well at home and I shouldn't worry.

Then she said that she knew I was full of energy and asked me to control myself to avoid getting hurt. I actually laughed at that moment and said that I was young and energetic and it was easy for me to get hard, and three shots a day was no problem. My mother didn't say anything, but only said that I should do less before coming back next time and that it was more important to study hard. I felt there was something else in her words, so I didn't say anything at the moment and just left.

Chapter 2: Cock-holding

After I put my cock against her tender ass in the washing machine, I went back to the dormitory and lay on the bed. I had no idea whether that meant my mother had tacitly agreed or permitted it, so I decided to go home the following Saturday because my mother had a holiday on Saturday and she was the only one at home. However, I couldn't control my lust, so I rode my motorcycle on Friday night, skipped the afternoon class, and hurried home.

When my mother got off work, she was just a little surprised that I came home so early this week. In fact, the atmosphere in our home is not that of a good relationship between parents and children. Instead, it is a bit like respectfulness and reciprocity.

I was looking forward to my mother's washing machine time on Friday night, but when I waited for my mother to go to the back hallway, I tiptoed in. But the mother said coldly, weren’t you satisfied last time? Have you forgotten what I told you before? I was so scared that my dick went half limp. After being stunned for a moment, I had no choice but to go back to bed and sleep.

I got up in the middle of the night to pee. Around 12 o'clock, I saw my mother folding the clothes that she had collected in the evening in the living room. I walked over to her and apologized to her. The mother didn't say anything, but her attitude softened a little. After all, she is a traditional woman, and they dare not even think about such incestuous sex.

My mother told me to control my sexual desire and not to do anything wrong. I just said calmly that it was my mother's fault for being so attractive and I couldn't help myself. My mother glanced at me sideways, sighed and said, you don't like young girls out there, but you like your own mother. You have an Oedipus complex.

I had nothing to refute. After all, I was a bit perverted. My mother said that she once saw me masturbating in the room. She was going to give me some fruit, but she saw me masturbating in front of the screen while she was staring at the computer screen watching the video. She said that she knew at that time that mature women were very attractive to me.

I asked my mother if she would be excited when she saw me holding my cock. My mother didn't say anything and immediately went into my father's room to prepare for bed. But I deliberately reached out and supported my mother's waist, and pinched the right half of her buttock. My mother's body shook and she said, "You are going to die, now you dare to do this to me." I lowered my head and said nothing. Seeing me like this, my mother only advised me to go to bed early and not hurt my body at night. Then she added that my father would go to work tomorrow.

I went back to my room immediately, thinking about how I should be affectionate with my mother the whole day tomorrow, but my mother's attitude changed from hard to soft, making me not sure whether I could do it or not.

My father went out at 5:30 in the morning. I sneaked into my mother's room. My mother was wearing a set of lavender pajamas on the bed. Her snow-white thighs were covered with slender calves, exposed outside the quilt. I looked at my mother who was sleeping on her side, and thought about the incest articles that were like this, where the mother was sleeping on her side and started to touch and fuck her randomly, and finally penetrated. This is impossible in reality.

I saw my mother straighten her upper body and sit on the bed. She asked me what I wanted to do. I said it had been hard all night and the swelling had not gone down. It was even harder when I woke up this morning and I didn’t know what to do. My mother looked at my underwear and it was bulging out, forming a tent. By the way, I always wear underwear to sleep.

My mother said that we are mother and son, and it is impossible for us to have sexual relations, and my mother will not help you masturbate, because after masturbation, you will have everything you need. I secretly stared at my mother's red panties. When my mother found out that I was looking at her private parts, she quickly closed her legs and covered herself with the quilt.

When I saw that red pair of panties, I remembered that when my family was not at home, I would run to my mother's closet and secretly take out her underwear to look at it. I would put my mother's panties on my cock and jerk it. I didn't dare to ejaculate on the panties because it was too obvious. I also took a light blue lace bra and clamped the cock as if it was a titjob, stroking it while imagining it. After doing this once or twice, I felt very empty and stupid, so I gave up and stopped doing this boring thing.

I looked at my mother's determined expression on the bed and her pink lips, which made me want to put my dick in her mouth and let her suck my dick. Unfortunately, I chose to leave the room. I endured it for a whole night, but nothing happened the next morning. I got a little angry and ran out to play ball to vent my energy. The image of my mother raising her buttocks like a doggy style has always been unforgettable in my mind.

In the past, when my mother cleaned the floor at home, she would wear a pair of sports shorts. Some places were still not clean after mopping, so she simply picked up a bucket of water and knelt on the ground like a doggie style in porn movies. Her round buttocks were pulled by her sports shorts, showing off her entire buttocks. While she worked hard to scrub the floor clean with her hands, her whole body kept shaking with the movement.

I hid in the dark and watched secretly, even stroking my cock unconsciously, while my mother's hips twisted upward at a 45-degree angle, which made me feel itchy. I kept imagining that I was swinging my cock along with my mother's ass. Unfortunately, after brushing for nearly fifteen minutes, my mother got up and prepared to pack up and leave. At this time, I deliberately walked over to my mother and asked her if she needed help. My mother shook her head and said no.

I stole a glance at my mother and saw that she was sweating because of scrubbing the floor. The white top she was wearing was already soaked through, and her cleavage was faintly visible. Unfortunately, my mother had no idea that I had such evil thoughts. She just patted her butt, said she was tired, and then went to take a shower. However, I have never peeped at my mother taking a bath in my life, because firstly, I didn't have the opportunity and secondly, I didn't have the habit of peeping.

When I was a child, I was sick and often suffered from vomiting, diarrhea, and stomachaches. My mother would rub my stomach with her palms, which made me feel very comfortable. But that was when I was a child. Now that I have grown up, I realize how enjoyable it was.

In winter, I am prone to nasal allergies, and I always have a stuffy and runny nose, and I also suffer from headaches and dizziness. Once, I just got home, and I felt uncomfortable when I woke up the next day. I vomited all after dinner that night. Then I mustered up my willpower to register, and went home, took the medicine, and fell asleep.

After seeing me take the medicine, my mother came over to say a few words to me and then went about her business. I slept in a daze until 11 o'clock, with an unbearable headache. It was the feeling that you were very tired, sleepy and wanted to sleep, but your head hurt as if someone was drilling into your right temple with an electric drill. I tossed and turned in bed in pain. I had cursed everything I could and got up to vomit again.

After I vomited, I found that my mother had crawled up. Maybe she heard me vomiting and asked me if I was feeling better. I said I had a headache. My mother asked me if I wanted scraping. I said yes. After scraping, I found that I felt a little hot. My whole shoulders and neck were very cool because of the little nurse. It made me clear my mind. I found that my mother was wearing tight jeans and a sleeveless short T-shirt that showed off her breasts. It turned out that my mother went out to attend a wedding banquet with the aunt from the factory in the evening and had just returned home.

I want to say that playing the sympathy card might be successful this time, but I'm not even sure what the success will be. My mother saw that I was almost done and was about to leave my room to take a shower and go to bed. I quickly called out, "Mom." My mother turned around and looked at me. I noticed that she was still wearing light makeup. I hurriedly asked her to help me massage my temples.

My mother came over and I moved my body. My mother sat on the edge of the bed and began to massage me skillfully on both sides. Her technique was really good. After about five to ten minutes of massage, I was still immersed in the faint scent of my mother's perfume, and my mother wanted to leave.

I stared at my mother's C cup, looking down at those slightly erect breasts from below. My mother's body was shaking slightly as she massaged, and her breasts were shaking as well. Seeing this, my cock got hard and trembled. So I started telling my mother that I felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach.

My mother looked a little anxious and panicked, and she thought I had a stomach upset. I said I wanted her to rub my belly like she did when I was a child, and she also lied that the warmth of her palms would rub against my belly, which would make it more comfortable. The mother frowned, said with a slightly blushing expression, "That's not good. You're already that old."

I pretended to be very uncomfortable, and my mother finally couldn't hold back, so she slid her left hand along my solid chest muscles all the way to my six-pack abs. My mother was a little at a loss and said, "You have a good figure." I said with a little pride that I went to the gym to exercise in college. Do you like it, mother? My mother smiled shyly and didn't answer. She put her left hand on my lower abdomen and began to caress my belly, rubbing it in a clockwise direction. Sometimes, when her nails accidentally scratched my hair, she would stop.

At this time, my mother's eyes suddenly met mine. The light in the room was on and my mother's face was very red. I asked my mother why she was blushing, and she said it was because she had drunk some wine and the room was a little hot. After 15 minutes, my mother said she was going to take a shower, and her expression returned to its original cold attitude. When my mother's left hand was about to leave my belly, I grabbed my mother's left hand with my left hand. When my mother saw me like this, she guessed what I wanted to do.

I told my mother, just this once, please, I’m not feeling well and I want to relax. My mother's attitude seemed to soften a little. I deliberately put her left hand down. Her gentle fingers and palm were resting on my underwear. She wanted to pull her hand back.

I deliberately put her hand on my dick, and used my dick to thrust it into the center of my mother's palm once or twice. My mother's face was already very red, and now she was looking at me holding her hand without saying a word. Just like the last time I pushed my dick against her ass, that expression was a tacit consent in the midst of struggle.

Without saying a word, I clamped my legs around my mother's palm, letting my entire dick stick to her hand. I asked my mother if it was okay, but she didn't say anything. I asked her if I could do it myself or if she wanted to help me. Then she spoke and said she didn't know what I was thinking and that a sick person could do such a thing. My mother said she wanted to turn off the lights and told me to turn on the night light, then she went to get some toilet paper and brought them to the bedside.

I felt really good in my heart. From the past to now, I have longed for my mother to help me masturbate. I even sat up, hugged my mother's waist, and said some very disgusting words, calling her "Mommy" instead of "Mom". My mother told me not to touch her with my hands, so I asked if I could look at her, and she said there wasn't much of a reason. I lay down and took off my underwear. My mother said, "If you hadn't been sick this time, I would never help you do this." I nodded and said thank you, Mommy.

My mother first stroked my chest and abdominal muscles with both hands, deliberately scraping lightly between my thighs, and her palm inadvertently touched my glans, which simply aroused my desire to the highest point. It was completely different from the usual incest novels.

She didn't just hold the dick and shout, "What a big dick, Mommy loves your big dick," or other obscene words like that. This kind of silent teasing by my mother was just to my liking. In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore. I kept begging my mother with my eyes and asked her to hold my cock. Only then did the mother begin to do it reluctantly.

I understand that I can't rush things and can only let things develop. My mother first held the lower edge of my glans with her left hand, pushed my foreskin upwards, and then stroked it up and down rhythmically. This surprised me that my mother was so skillful. While stroking my cock, my mother looked at my body, and I had no idea what she was thinking.

As a mother, she actually agreed to her son's request in the middle of the night and helped him satisfy his sexual desire. I think the mother must have been struggling in her heart, but given her personality, she would not go back on her word since she had already agreed.

As I watched my mother's left hand playing with me, her tiger's mouth sometimes circled above my glans, circling continuously, up and down, left and right, with a rhythm that was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. I almost couldn't control myself. I had been holding back this thick semen since I left my mother's room last Saturday morning until now.

During the process, I asked my mother if she could moan, maybe it would make me ejaculate faster. My mother hesitated and ignored my request. After fifteen minutes, my mother wondered why I hadn't ejaculated yet. I made a helpless expression and said to my mother, "You finally know how hard your son is."

After I finished saying this, my mother slapped my cock, and seemed a little annoyed that I hadn't ejaculated yet. At this time, my mother was originally on my left side, and she took a step to my right side, and she was holding my cock with her right hand.

It has become a little soft, and I complained to my mother that the stimulation I gave her was not enough. She said that I was satisfied the last time you pushed it like that? I smiled and said there was nothing I could do because my mother's butt was really beautiful.

After my mother changed to her right hand, I discovered that her right hand was the trump card. The strength of her hand was even more comfortable than masturbating myself. My mother lowered her body, with her breasts resting on my right chest. Her face was directly facing me, but unfortunately I couldn't see her buttocks from the back.

My mother's expression was something I had never seen before. With her lightly made-up eyes, there was a hint of teasing in her mistiness, as if she was going to make you feel so good. My mother's lips were painted with pink lip gloss, which was completely different from the bright red lipsticks worn by those aunties.

It was too far to see clearly before, but now with the night light on, my mother's breath was on my face, so I simply moved my body up a little, and raped my mother with my eyes. Then I found I was wrong, my mother's breasts were actually D cup, with a deep V cleavage, moving with the rhythm of the stroking.

My mother and I were on the trampoline, our bodies both rising and falling slightly. My mother's snow-white pudding double D breasts. I reached out and pulled her collar down. My mother didn't stop me, and kept telling me that if I didn't ejaculate, there would be no other way.

In fact, I had been holding back. My mother's pudding milk was shaking slightly, which made my glans itchy. I told my mother that it was time to rush forward. My mother quickly took some toilet paper and put it on my glans. She quickly stroked it up and down with her right hand. I made a shallow and low sound, and when I was about to reach the critical point.

I suddenly stood up, and pinched my mother's exposed buttocks as she sat on the bed with my right hand. I hugged my mother to my chest with my arms. My mother also moaned in my ear in the last few tens of seconds. Although it was just a little bit, it was enough to excite me. A burst of thick white semen wet the toilet paper. My mother took a few pieces to wipe it clean, and found that my cock was still jumping. At this time, my mother smiled with a red face.

After that, my mother packed her things. I wanted to hug her a little longer, but she turned around and left. I saw that it was getting late, so I said, "I love you, Mommy." My mother turned around and said, "Stop saying that, okay?" Then I heard the sound of the shower in the bathroom. Later, due to physical fatigue and the feeling of weakness after ejaculation, I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up the next day, I found that my mother was already up. She asked me if I was feeling better, but she didn't say a word about my masturbation the day before. It was as if the two of us had done something wrong and there was a little secret that couldn't be told. It was exciting, I thought, but I didn't know what my mother thought.

When I was about to go back to the dormitory that day, I asked my mother if my hands were still sore. My mother said expressionlessly that I really underestimated me and told me to be careful on the road. I leaned on my mother like this and indulged in sexual fantasies several times.

Chapter 3: Legs and Dick

My mother is a traditional Taiwanese woman, the kind of reserved housewife. My mother's personality is arrogant, that is, rebellious. She doesn't smile much, but when she does smile, she is very beautiful, similar to Gui Lunmei, but not like Cai 10 with a big mouth.

I love it most when my mother puts her hair up in a bun. It may be influenced by the ancient people's custom of tying their hair into a bun, which is to put the hair up in a bun and expose the neck, with a gold hairpin inserted on it, and then a few hair ends hanging down from the bun. Every time I use my imagination, it always makes my dick hard again.

Unfortunately, in real life, my mother rarely wears her hair up. She has medium-length hair that is thick and black. She only ties her hair into a ponytail when she is cleaning or busy.

The side view of my mother is exquisite, especially the inner curve of her waist, which meets the outer curve of her buttocks, along the peach-like tender buttocks, all the way down to her private parts, along her snow-white thighs to her calves. It is so natural and attractive.

Just like the curved bottle of Coca-Cola, whether from the front or the side, it retains the natural body curves that a woman should have. I used to imagine using my left hand to knead and play with her left breast from behind, while my right hand would tickle her private parts from the front, and finally my dick would enjoy the elastic buttocks between her buttocks. Just the imagination would make me ejaculate every time. After all, I have a feature that is both an advantage and a disadvantage, which is that I have a very rich imagination.

I remember that when I first wanted to commit incest with my mother, I was immediately rejected and even threatened that I would tell my father if I did anything. Unexpectedly, after a few years, although my mother appeared proud and rebellious on the surface, she seemed to have started to show some femininity, which was quite popular.

Maybe it was because when we were young, she couldn't focus on herself and could only take care of the family. Now that we children have grown up and can take care of ourselves, mother has started to dress up recently. However, she only puts on light makeup when she is attending a banquet or going out to do something. Otherwise, she still looks like a housewife at home.

I can't forget the pleasure I felt from masturbating last time. It's true that having a woman serve you is definitely more pleasurable than masturbating yourself, but you need to know the skills. I feel very lucky. My mother has very good skills with both hands, and I don't know where she learned it.

A traditional Taiwanese woman like my mother probably doesn't have many men in her life, but it doesn't matter. One advantage of mother-son incest is that my mother can't hide from me at home, so I have many opportunities. When I think of this, I can't wait to go home and enjoy the pleasure of masturbation again.

Unfortunately, reality is always cruel. After that, when I went home, I always tried every means to ask my mother to help me masturbate again, but my mother refused to do so and even played dumb and said she had forgotten. Finally, my mother got a little annoyed by my questions, so she raised her eyebrows and showed a poker face, clearly telling me not to think too much. At this time, I wanted to talk about those incest articles, which all said that if you threaten your mother with what she had done for you, then the mother will obey you.

Listen to her fart. In real life, mothers are proud, or to put it bluntly, tsundere. They don't allow me to touch her, do any obscene things to her, or even mention anything about us as mother and son.

My mother said that the last time was just an accident. If she hadn't drunk some wine, she would have helped me jerk my cock under the influence of alcohol. I said, Mom, but I see you seem to enjoy it too. My mother said she had forgotten it and said it was impossible. I really hated myself for not taking a picture. After all, my brain was filled with sperm at the time and I almost forgot about the possibility of pleasure.

Let me think about it. Normally I am a simple-minded person, but I tend to have some wild thoughts about my mother. The main reason is that cross line of incest, which makes me particularly excited. But this time I can only suffer in silence and forget about it.

When I was in college, I worked in a department store. There was a traditional store inside that sold things similar to 7+, but sold more. It also had freshly baked bread and milk. In the hope of saving money, almost all the employees in the department store came here to eat.

The employees inside are all mothers, the kind whose children are just in elementary and junior high school. The oldest store manager's son is only in the first year of high school. Some people think that here I can have sex with two or three mature women at the same time like in those erotic articles, but that's impossible. Just watch it, but don't think too much about it.

There is a store manager, two deputy store managers, one full-time employee, and four part-time workers. There is no need to think about the part-time workers. There is a sister with a masculine personality who doesn't know how to dress, and a fat sister who works part-time on weekends. The store manager and the two deputy store managers both look very maternal, the kind of people who seem to be very nice. Finally, there is only one full-time employee left, who is also the youngest among them. She has a son in the sixth grade. Her husband seems to have passed away, and she is left to raise her son.

Someone said, that's perfect, get involved with a mature woman, there is a great demand for mature women. I said, come on, the full-time job has been dating a man who is more than ten years older than her and also from a single-parent family for a long time. Sometimes the man will come to visit the store and get intimate with the full-time job. I was the only one left, and I just went about working without thinking too much, because my mind was still filled with my mother's beautiful image.

Just like that, one time I was refilling drinks in the back. There were many people on holidays, so the drinks sold out very quickly. I often had to help at the counter and run to the warehouse in the back to refill the refrigerated drinks. When I was in the cold storage room, I looked out through the gaps in the drinks, and sometimes I would peek at the customers in the store to see if there were any pretty girls or beautiful women. I dare say that all men would peek. I was in the mentality of refilling drinks while peeking at pretty girls, and it really made me see a good deal.

One time I was in the cold storage room. Usually, customers outside would not notice that there were people inside. Suddenly, I saw a pair of pink and soft breasts, clearly exposed outside the refrigerator door. A mother brought a child to buy drinks. Her face was staring at the drinks. Her breasts were in the gap under the drinks, completely exposed. I could see it clearly.

Because there are refrigeration light tubes in the refrigerator, each one costs one thousand and is very expensive. I looked carefully and it seemed that the mother was exposed because she was wearing a loose neckline. I estimated that her cup size was at least E. She really has huge breasts. Sorry, I am a big breasts control.

The woman bent over and knelt in front of the refrigerator, listening to her son talking about what he wanted to drink. I said to myself, take your time choosing, little guy, let me take a closer look. Unfortunately, within a minute, the lady took the bottle and juice and went to the counter to pay.

I stared at the lady's back and used the visual ability that every man has to take a look at her figure. She is of medium build, not tall, and dressed like a lady. She looks good from the back, with makeup on her side profile, and it seems that she takes good care of herself. As for her husband, let's not even mention him. The atmosphere in the store is harmonious, probably because the deputy store manager is very humorous, the store manager is a bit naive, the manly older sister is very gossipy, and I am the type who likes to make jokes.

Let me first introduce this man as my elder sister. Before I came here, I always thought she was a senior, just a few years older than me. But I didn’t expect that she was five years older than me. I really couldn’t tell. She doesn't wear makeup and wears a ponytail to work. According to company rules, women have no breasts, just A or B cup. However, her tall stature is her advantage, about 172cm tall. I've never seen her wearing pants that show her calves, she always wears those tacky flared jeans or cotton pants.

Part-time students can wear whatever they want, but full-time workers have to wear suits, dark blue suits. But this elder sister actually looks like my sister. There is one thing that attracts me, that is, her butt is wide and a little outward, but very fleshy. Every time I see her butt swaying as she walks, it makes me a little excited. Moreover, this elder sister does not have a pot waist, but a slender waist and swaying hips, with a ponytail, which gives me endless reverie.

Each of us has half an hour for lunch at noon, and we can eat in the warehouse. I often eat with other employees, two at a time. I am used to taking a nap after eating. I remember one time I was having dinner with my eldest sister, not the other fat one.

Saying "eld sister" seems very old, so let's change it to "sister". The aisle in the warehouse is actually not small, and two people have to turn sideways to pass through. That time when we were having dinner, my sister wanted to pass through, and when she turned sideways, she accidentally hit my dick with her pink buttocks.

I got some evil thoughts and asked her some erotic questions on purpose during the meal. Because we, the part-time students, are the younger group and the girls in the store actually like to make dirty jokes, so I started chatting with her.

My sister's words were very vague, and she didn't say what nightclubs and hotels she would go to. Looking at her appearance, I didn't expect her to be so capable. I don't know if she was bluffing or it was true. She said that her friends described her as looking well-behaved on the outside, but a complete change in bed. I deliberately pretended to be unbelieving. My sister also said that she knew which parts of the body would be most comfortable when massaged, which reminded me of the time when my mother helped me massage and masturbate, and my dick got hard again.

I said I didn't believe it and wanted to make a bet with her, but my sister said no so forget it. I remembered the last time my sister made a mistake at the counter. Fortunately, I remained calm, otherwise there would be a terrible customer complaint. Usually, everyone in the store helps each other, which is normal. At this time, I deliberately played it safe and mentioned that incident to my sister. My sister kept smiling and apologizing. I asked her what the reward was, and she said she would treat me to food or drinks. I knew she was going to treat me to food from the store, but she was trying to trick me.

My sister laughed so hard and asked what I wanted. I deliberately said that I had never had a girlfriend and wanted one. I leaned close to her ear and she was startled and wanted to get away from me. I asked her what she was doing and whether she thought I was going to hit her. I said I wanted to tell her something in private and was afraid someone would eavesdrop. My sister said you are fine now. There are only two of us in the warehouse, and you are still acting like an idiot.

I deliberately spoke in a mysterious way, and my sister seemed interested, so she leaned her ear closer. At this time, I looked at my sister's B-cup breasts, but I couldn't see the cleavage, maybe it was supported by her bra. I deliberately didn't say anything in her ear, but used my breath to tickle her ear.

My sister said, "Why don't you tell me?" I said, "I want my sister to kiss me." My sister was dumbfounded. I said that I had never been kissed by a girl, but I was just bluffing. My sister had a puzzled expression on her face, and she just stood there in a daze, continuing to eat her noodles. I deliberately got a little angry, and while eating I made fun of her, saying things like, "I usually help you a lot." My sister looked embarrassed, and finally when it was time to eat, I deliberately went out first.

In fact, I didn't think too much about it. It didn't matter that I didn't trick her into a kiss. I deliberately didn't talk to my sister until the evening of that day. When it was time to finish and leave the store, I was busy replenishing the goods. The two full-time employees in the store were settling the amount at the counter, leaving my sister and I to take the night shift.

I went to the warehouse at the back to get a drink and found my sister behind me. She was looking at me. I guessed she was thinking about something, so I asked her to let me pass because she was at the door. My sister asked me why I was sulking. I said no, so my sister said if I wanted to go out, I could do it. It was my own responsibility if I didn't kiss her.

This was really cool, but I tried not to show any happy expression, so my sister told me to close the door. I leaned against the door in case anyone came near, and then my sister said it was only this time, so she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, very quickly. Even though she didn't look that good, I just wanted to pinch her butt. I deliberately acted like a spoiled child like I see on TV, saying it was too fast again, and that I should take it slowly this time.

My sister was breathing a little heavily. She glanced at me, then kissed my forehead with her lips while looking into my eyes. I deliberately waited for her to come down so that she would be electrocuted. When my sister was about to leave my body, I immediately hugged her waist, turned around, and pressed her against the door. My sister was startled.

We didn't say anything to each other, but she knew what I wanted to do from the look in my eyes. I pressed my whole body against her and spread her legs with my knees. I forcefully kissed my sister on the lips and used my tongue. My sister was frightened and reached out to push me away, but with my skillful tongue skills, although her lips escaped my struggle several times, I held her head fixed and used my body weight to pin her in the corner between the door and the wall.

My sister didn't scream, she just pushed me gently. I thought she was scared and probably didn't expect me to be so bold. We kissed passionately for about five minutes. I left my sister and there was a knock on the door from a full-time employee outside. My sister and I were so scared that we left quickly. I pretended to be busy, but the manager told us to pack up quickly and get ready to leave.

Before leaving, my sister didn't say anything. I took advantage of the dim light and walked from the warehouse to the back door. I pinched my sister's buttocks with my palm, from behind her private parts. I used my ring finger and middle finger to press against the outside of her jeans, while my index finger and little finger pressed against the edge under the right buttocks, and my little finger pressed against the left. My thumb pressed hard from top to bottom from the buttocks, including the fingertips pressing against her private parts, as if I was squeezing my sister's buttocks hard with the lotus finger. I pinched it for about 10 seconds before I let go.

Seeing how bold I was, my sister turned around and glared at me. My sister and I deliberately walked very slowly behind her. My sister said, "You are so brave. You are not afraid of me screaming." I said, "Sister, you owe me. You made me wait for your kiss for the whole afternoon and evening." Of course I was angry, but it was fake.

My sister didn't say anything, she just asked me if I liked her. I said it depends on the situation. My sister's half-smile made me feel itchy, but unfortunately there were many surveillance cameras in the department store, so I didn't dare to touch my sister. Until we went to the parking lot, I said goodbye to my sister, and she returned me a gesture.

I deliberately walked to my sister's side and asked her to squat next to the motorcycle, because I didn't want others to see me messing around with her. My sister looked confused until I put my mouth close to her soft lips, then she knew what I was going to do. I insisted on kissing her before leaving. For a while afterwards, my sister and I behaved the same in the store, with no changes. I would only do something inappropriate when we were in the warehouse or in our private areas.

Once we went to the big warehouse at the back to get goods. One hand pulled my sister into the dark, and the door of the warehouse was closed. Outside, there were the noises of employees from other stores and customers. My sister said we couldn't stay there for too long, or we would be discovered slacking off.

I hugged my sister from the front, first holding her slender waist, and then kissed her directly. My sister's body shook, and my hands slid down to her buttocks restlessly, rubbing the left and right halves of her buttocks non-stop. My hard cock was directly pressed against my sister's soft belly. My sister was wearing cotton pants today, and the touch was really good.

My fingers kept touching my sister's tender pussy inadvertently, from passionate kisses to tongue sucking on her ears and earlobes, all the way along that jade neck, kissing under the chin and then circling up. My sister's face was flushed and her breathing was heavy. I pressed my sister's whole body on the scent of the drink next to me. My sister was like a seductive pose in a porn movie, lying on the drink box, the curve of her buttocks was right in front of me, and my mind was full of how I raped my mother.

My sister turned around and said it was not possible now. I said I really wanted it, but she insisted and refused. I took out my dick, which was hard and round, and put it directly on my sister's cotton pants. I said you can not fuck me, but I must let me cum.

My sister looked at my dick and seemed to be panicked. I laughed and said, this is what you call experienced? I guess my sister might still be a virgin. My sister said she didn't know what to do now. I said it would be better, you can't not know. Then my sister sat up, reached out and took hold of my cock, stroking it gently. I thought to myself this was completely different from my mother, because the stroking was very unskillful, so I won't say much.

I pulled my sister's cotton pants off and pulled them down to her pink Adidas sneakers. My sister panicked and said she was shy and kept pulling the front of her pants to cover her private parts. I used brute force, thinking that maybe my sister would be shy if I pulled them from the front. I remembered that my mother used to turn her back to me and let me put my dick against her ass. It seems that when a woman is violated, she is usually less repulsive if she doesn't see how the man touches her, and she may even fantasize about enjoying the natural caress and teasing.

I turned my sister over again, and she lay on the beverage box again. I took off her cotton pants along her buttocks. At this time, my sister became anxious and sobbed, asking me not to take off her underwear. She said she didn't want to do it today.

I spoke in a very gentle voice, coaxing and tricking her, saying that I didn't want to penetrate her, and that I just wanted to enjoy and play with her beautiful buttocks. I then compromised and gently pulled her cotton pants down to her thighs, and asked her to relax, hold her slender waist, and lift her buttocks up. My sister said that this was very lewd and she was embarrassed to do it.

I begged my sister again and again before she leaned back, placed her hands on the drinks box, and relaxed her waist naturally, sticking out her plump, elastic buttocks. Her cotton pants were only pulled down halfway to her thighs. This beautiful sight made me unable to resist masturbating.

I then asked my sister to bring her knees together, then spread her legs so that her thighs were pressed against each other, and then stand with her calves, and asked her to raise her toes. This posture was inspired by the washing machine last time, and it stretched out the entire cotton underwear. My sister said this was humiliating and asked me to hurry up.

I stood on the left side of the beautiful buttocks and deliberately turned my body so that my back was facing my sister's head. I stretched out the five fingers of my palms and gently pinched the buttocks on both sides. As I rubbed my panties, I imagined that these were my mother's buttocks, and I played with them non-stop.

I first squeezed my cock against my sister's ass again. Although her ass was covered by her panties, she could still feel the swelling and heat of my cock. My hands kept caressing her slender waist, and her entire back was caressed by me. My sister kept moaning in her stomach, and her whole body was limp on the drinks box. It seemed that she was rarely caressed by a man for so long.

At this time, I kept rubbing my cock on my sister's panties. Although there was a crack in between them, my sister's private parts were still constantly tickled by my cock. Finally, I simply imitated what I did to my mother last time, and rhythmically pushed the head of my cock against her pussy, making my sister unable to control herself and grab my right hand. I really wanted to fuck her at that moment, because my sister's private parts, her panties were already wet. It seems that the buttocks are a sensitive area for many women.

I used my fingers to spread my sister's buttocks and gathered the panties in the middle to form a thong. My sister said no, but I ignored her and kept pulling upwards, and we said some very obscene words together, making my sister particularly excited both from the visual enjoyment and the verbal teasing.

I looked at the hair on the anus and the pubic hair that was exposed because the underwear was pulled, and I was so excited that I pushed the dick under the tender pussy. I learned this from watching those A cards.

Although my sister was wearing underwear, she was still very nervous. She said that she couldn't insert it, so I said that she could rub it, and she didn't say anything. I raised my entire cock hard and pressed it against the vagina through my panties, and slowly thrust it in and out. As my panties were soaked with vaginal fluid, the pleasure my cock felt reached an indescribable level. I asked my sister to close her thighs together so that my entire cock could be covered.

I clamped my knees around my sister's peach-like buttocks and began to push my waist back and forth. This feeling was almost the same as the pleasure of my mother's masturbation. As the rhythm and speed swayed, the foreplay lasted so long, and the fantasy became real, that I felt like ejaculating. Now this visual stimulation made me feel extremely happy.

I watched my sister's ponytail shaking constantly. My sister supported her upper body with her elbows and fists, letting her nipples rub against the beverage cartons. I wanted to touch her breasts, but my sister didn't let me, and she didn't take off her clothes or expose them. I thought it didn't matter, it wasn't my mother's pudding milk, so I kept thrusting for about ten minutes. I felt that time was about right, otherwise I would be scolded when I got home later.

I held my sister's slender waist and kept slapping my thighs against her elastic buttocks like meatballs. The flesh on the buttocks kept shaking, and my cock was wrapped by her thighs, and the liquid flowing out of the vagina in her panties made the entire cock lubricated. Although we were just casual friends, my sister was not my girlfriend, but she was willing to let me do this. It turned out that I was also good-looking. Otherwise, if I was a dead otaku, how could I play with that woman's fleshy buttocks like this?

When I finally finished the sprint, I ignored my sister's obstruction and put my hands under her armpits to knead her B-cup breasts. My sister kept moaning, but she was afraid of being discovered if she screamed too loudly, so she could only moan slightly with her nasal voice. After I ejaculated thoroughly, I pinched my sister's B-cup breasts, picked her up, held her against my chest, and kissed her neck from behind.

My sister's face was as rosy as the sunset. She turned around and said, "You should be satisfied this time. I've given you much more than just a kiss." I nodded and put my mouth on my sister's sweet lips. The entanglement of our tongues made my sister feel satisfied both physically and mentally. Women are like this. You must caress them well and satisfy their emotions. Never ignore them after you ejaculate. Don't look hungry before you ejaculate and look unhappy after you ejaculate.

Although my sister looks okay, her figure is more important than hers, so I still have to be polite. After that, I didn't harass my sister while working. After all, I shouldn't be like a child and keep asking for pleasure once I promised to do something. At most, I would secretly kiss her a few times when we were alone to satisfy my desire. Or when we were in the cold room or standing at the counter, and there were customers checking out in front of us, I would secretly push my dick into her once or twice, and my sister would just look at me.

At most, after the guests left, I approached her, and she touched my cock with her delicate hand, smiling without saying anything. We both already knew each other well, and I won’t talk about other fun things we had while working together in the future. After all, talking about an exciting memory really makes me tired.

I mentioned earlier the youngest single mother among the full-time employees. I call her Sister XX, because her name is only one character different from mine, and only the surname is different, and only the third character of the two names is different. So they have to say that she is Sister XX's younger brother. Here I call her the single mother. I have a good relationship with the single mother. People in the store often joke and say, single mother, your brother, that is me, what's wrong with me.

Later on, I got used to it and was no longer surprised. The single mother was the best-looking in the store. The white uniform with a blue ribbon top and a light blue skirt, no doubt, came with sanitary pants underneath, which was really nice.

This memoir is about the time when I worked part-time in college. I was very happy to work in this store at that time, and I worked there for nearly two years. Unfortunately, due to academic pressure, I couldn't control my emotions well, so I sometimes had a bad attitude towards people on the street, but those mothers were very tolerant of me.

When I think back on it afterwards, I really shouldn't have done that, but unfortunately the past is over. Although they didn't take it to heart, I did. As a result, I became more tactful in dealing with people and no longer let my temper hurt others. I am really grateful to the staff in the store for leaving a beautiful memory in my life. Although it is fun, that is only a minority. Most of the time the atmosphere was really great.

Although this article does not describe the mother, of course, you think that incest is the same as eroticism, doing it every day until the end of time, don't be silly, it is unlikely to be like this in real life. But afterwards, my mother didn't let me touch her, so how could I possibly write about it later? Please wait a moment, and let me think clearly about some of the little stories with my mother, and then describe them in detail. After all, realism is what I insist on, and I don’t want that kind of fake incest.

Chapter 4: Buttocks

I live in a dormitory at university, with six people in a room. Sometimes I feel really annoyed, so I would go back home on weekends. For a while, I worked near the school, so I couldn't go back on weekends. After the time when my mother helped me masturbate, I couldn't forget it, but there was nothing I could do.

Today is Saturday and I don't have work. I lay in the dormitory enjoying the air conditioning in the afternoon. Usually, there are some horny guys in university dormitories every weekend who like to bring girls back to the dormitory to have sex. They think no one will find out. But they are wrong. There is a surveillance camera above the entrance facing everyone who comes near. So, even if the girl is wearing boys' clothes or there are multiple people to cover her, I think it will be useless.

At this moment, an idea suddenly came to me. I immediately picked up my phone and called home to call my mother. The phone rang for a long time before my mother finally answered. I asked my mother if she could drive my things home next week because the semester was about to end and I couldn't leave my things in the dormitory. I had to either move them out early or send them on the same day.

I spoke with great enthusiasm and said that we could save the shipping fee if my mother came to pick me up. Besides, I had lived here for two years and my mother had never come to visit the school. Finally, my mother agreed and decided to drive to help me load my things. After the exam, I would carry the remaining items back on my bike.

I chose a Friday after the exam. Our department didn't have any exams scheduled for that day, so my roommates left after taking the exams on Thursday morning. Normally, I would leave too, but my mother was coming on Friday, so I waited for her.

That day, my mother drove a white Mazda3 slowly into the school gate. I went to the front door to lead the way myself. I opened the car door, got in, and exchanged a few words with my mother. Ask her if it is easy to find the way, and tell her about some schools.

While my mother was chatting with me, I took a look at her from head to toe. She still had that expressionless face, but she was wearing a tight white Adidas sportswear on her top and tight Adidas sports pants on her bottom, a white outfit, and even her shoes were platinum Adidas. Her jacket was a dark blue Adidas sports jacket. I drooled at the sight of her and asked my mother what she was like today and why she was wearing sportswear.

My mother said that she started practicing yoga with her colleagues last month. She originally just wore casual home sportswear, but she saw that everyone else was buying professional ones, so she bought a complete set of sportswear through her colleagues a while ago. Why is it Adidas? Because my colleague’s husband happened to be a dealer, he had a yoga class in the morning, and drove over after lunch, so he didn’t change it.

Damn, my mother actually went to a yoga class. I wonder if there are any men there. Otherwise, wouldn’t every man be staring at my mother’s charming buttocks and slender legs sitting in the open-legged yoga pose? I quickly asked, are there any men? My mother said I was stupid. It was a yoga studio for women only. There were no men, but there were lesbians. They would touch and dig around there during breaks. It was really embarrassing to see.

Wow, this is the first time in my life that my mother suddenly talked to me about pornographic things. It seems that she neither rejected nor denied the previous assault. Instead, she became more open-minded about sexual matters. I looked at the drawer in the front seat, and there was a magazine promoting AV actresses on the roadside. I asked my mother why she had this, and she said with a slightly embarrassed look that she went to the convenience store to buy the magazine and accidentally got it. I nodded. I would be crazy if I believed this nonsense.

As we were talking, we arrived at the dormitory door. Today was exam week, so there were still a lot of students. It was also the time for classes to be over. When my mother and I went up to the third floor of the boys' dormitory, the administrator saw my mother and was filled with lust. But I couldn't show it, so I could only tell her that my mother came to help me carry my things, so she had to go up. The administrator saw that although she was a woman, she was a relative, so he agreed.

My mother was walking in front of me. When she was going up the stairs, her white tight sports pants and her fleshy buttocks swayed and twisted in front of my eyes, making me dizzy. Especially because of the white color, the shape of her beautiful buttocks seemed more full of tension. My mother had a ponytail and pulled her coat to her neck, covering her pair of snow-white breasts, for fear that others would have evil thoughts when seeing her.

On the way up, my mother kept chatting with me, asking why the dormitory was so shabby and some places looked very old. I said it was an old dormitory, charging you a small amount of money for a semester, and it included water, electricity, unlimited air conditioning, and the school network allowed you to catch things to your heart's content, which was not bad. Just a quick catch?

We had reached the door by then. The corridor on the third floor was deserted. The bell for class had just rung, so a lot of people must have gone to take the exam. My mother turned the horn lock and said that the door was locked. I thought of course, all my roommates had left, and it was guaranteed that no one would be back today or tomorrow. I quickly turned the doorknob and answered my mother's question by the way, saying that I would just download some videos to watch.

At this time, the air conditioner in the room had been turned on for the whole day. My mother said, "It's really cool," and then she took off her coat and put it on my roommate's desk. When I closed and locked the door, my mother suddenly looked puzzled and asked what I was downloading. The tone rose, with threatening words.

I blurted out that it was a movie that all boys would watch. My mother said, "So you are hurting your body so much at school, and you still think about those things when you get home." I quickly said, "It's because I can't vent my sexual desire at home, so I watch movies at school to satisfy it."

Mother sat her fleshy buttocks on the iron ladder next to me. Her plump buttocks were pressed against the rails of the ladder. Just seeing it made me hard again. Mother looked around, climbed up my iron ladder, looked at my bed, and under the bed was a desk, and the wardrobes were all in the corner, just like in university dormitories. Mother got on my bed, and I watched her crawling into bed in the doggy style from below.

I looked from below at my mother's tender pussy being pulled by the tights, and her whole butt was shaped like a peach, which made me want to climb up and touch her. Unfortunately, I didn't have the guts, so I chatted with my mother below and said that I had to endure for five days in the dormitory, and that it was a public place, and I couldn't be beaten whenever I wanted to indulge. It was really very uncomfortable every time I went home, so I bullied my mother.

My mother placed her jade feet on the iron ladder. She was wearing white tight sports pants that covered her calves and a pair of black stockings. My mother looked at me and said, "Let's start moving." I started to busy myself, and my mother just sat there watching me busy myself. When it was almost done, I went to rest in the room with air conditioning.

I saw a piece of paper next to my mother's feet and asked her to help me pick it up. It must have dropped accidentally when I was moving it just now. My mother was quite flexible and she could pick it up with just a bend down. Unfortunately, the paper was like a suction cup. No matter how she tried to pick it up with her fingernails or pinch it with her fingers, she couldn't pick it up. I stared at my mother's breasts, which were constantly exposed in front of me. It was a pity that she was wearing a tights, otherwise I could see more.

I simply walked closer to take a look, and only saw a little bit of breasts and cleavage, and a light blue patterned bra. Finally, I actually reached out and grabbed the collar and pulled it down. Just then, my mother noticed something was wrong and immediately lifted her upper body, but I grabbed it very tightly and kept pulling it down.

The sports tights with good elasticity had a big hole in the neckline. My mother's breasts were right in front of me. The beautiful northern hemisphere, two round and white breasts, were squeezed under the bra, concentrating the entire auxiliary breasts on the chest. The deep V cleavage was formed so naturally that I was stunned.

My mother's face was full of anger, and I quickly let go of my hand, but the right breast was hooked up from under the bra. The entire right breast was pulled up by the tights, and the bra moved as a result, which squeezed out my mother's beautiful dark pink nipple.

I thought that all those A-side mature women were like raisins, but my mother had dark nipples, which were of moderate size and beautiful areolas, and there was a milky scent in the air.

My mother quickly turned her back to me and angrily asked me to turn around. I had no choice but to obey her and turned my back to her. She seemed to simply lift up her clothes and adjust her bra to expose her breasts. After the adjustment, my mother said she was leaving. I was anxious at the moment. It was difficult for me to have time alone with her, and it was sometimes difficult for me to do anything at home with my father. Now in the dormitory room, I had the advantage of being at home. How could I let such a beautiful woman like my mother slip away from my mouth.

I took a step forward and stood behind my mother. I stretched out my left hand from behind to squeeze her huge breasts, and at the same time grabbed her right hand to prevent her from opening the door and leaving. I asked my mother, "I'm sorry I hurt your breast just now." Seeing me like this, my mother slapped my left hand away, turned around, and was about to slap me, but she stopped halfway. My mother and I looked at each other for about three minutes, and we were both silent.

My mother walked to my roommate's desk, crossed her legs and said, "Do you have to be like this?" I suddenly felt very guilty. My mother hugged her chest with both hands, held the pair of beautiful breasts in her arms, and asked me to come over.

My mother said that she had guessed what I wanted to do as early as when I called her, so she didn't want to come in the first place. But she was worried that I wouldn't be able to get it back, so she came anyway. On the one hand, she wanted to see what Wu was doing at school, and on the other hand, she wanted to see what I really wanted to do. It turned out that she was right, and I still wanted to have some fun in the end.

I sat slumped on the table opposite my mother in shame. I didn't expect my plan to be seen through so easily. My mother didn't wear any makeup today, but her big watery eyes with lip gloss still looked great. My mother asked me if I knew I was wrong. I said I knew and I would not keep watching movies at school.

The mother's attitude softened a little, and her tone also slowed down. It's not that Mommy doesn't want you to be happy, but she's afraid that you'll get deeper and deeper into it, and then be unable to extricate yourself, causing you to neglect your studies, and then just want to be intimate with Mommy every day. You really can't do this. I heard it, but I still heard it. In the past, my mother always called herself "mother", or at most "mom". But today she said she was "mommy". Did she condone my masturbation last time?

Finally, I went home with my mother. On the way, my mother still had the same expression. I sat in the front seat, thinking that all my plans for today were ruined. Ah, when the car drove into the parking lot, the dim light made me start fantasizing again, and my dick swelled up again. My mother parked the car and pulled the handbrake, and found that my dick was erected again. I hurriedly stopped it with my hand. My mother only asked how long it had been since I indulged in lust.

Originally, I endured it for six days in total, so that I could ask my mother to help me masturbate in the dormitory this afternoon. I told the truth, and my mother's expression suddenly became very strange, as if she was smiling but not smiling. It was even harder to see clearly in the dimly lit parking lot. My mother said that you are really patient. I immediately said that I can endure it as long as it takes for Mommy. When my mother heard this, her body trembled and she remained silent.

I felt that there seemed to be a chance for a turnaround, so I started to act like a spoiled brat again, saying that it was really hard for me to endure it, and that I didn't want to hurt my body by masturbating every day, but that I could endure it for Mommy, and so on. My mother didn't say anything, but her expression was the same as before. Confused and struggling, I moved my body close to my mother's ear, kept squeezing her shoulders with my chest, and finally I just leaned on her body.

My mother was annoyed by me and asked me to go to the back seat. I was so happy that I laughed. She asked me what was so funny. I said I could finally enjoy my mother's hand once. My mother didn't say much, but only said that this time I have to ejaculate within half an hour. I said how is that possible, and she said it is possible.

Next, my mother was next to me. I exposed my dick and asked my mother to jerk it for me. My mother shook her head and said, "Do it yourself this time. I won't help you." Shit, that doesn’t count. My mother said, if you don’t want excitement, then I will give you excitement.

The mother lifted up her tights, revealing her white and plump breasts. She began to show a seductive and lustful look on her face, and her lips kept opening and closing to breathe. She squeezed her breasts with her hands, sometimes hard and sometimes light, and the pudding breasts were deformed under her jade fingers.

She used her arms to squeeze her breasts into papaya milk, rubbed her breasts up and down, and kept swaying her body, letting her hands make circles on her beautiful white D breasts. She also moaned loudly, which made my mouth dry and my desire increased.

It turned out that my mother's concession was to tease me, stimulate my sexual senses, and let me masturbate by myself without relying on my imagination. My mother's slutty appearance made her look like a hotel prostitute, but in fact, it was still obvious that my mother was very awkward. After all, a housewife was kneading her breasts and shaking her body in the car just to vent her son's anger.

My mother's face was flushed, and I saw my hand stroking faster and faster. In the end, she must have felt very shy, and after teasing her for three minutes, she pulled her clothes off. Her shy look made me want to protect her so much.

Looking at my mother's jade-like white fingers, I imagined the last time when she leaned on me and masturbated me. I masturbated faster and faster, but fifteen minutes passed and I couldn't ejaculate. The mother asked with a puzzled look, "It still doesn't work?" So hard? I said it's too late and there's nothing I can do.

I thought of a move. I just hugged my mother and pushed me. I couldn't bear it any longer. From the moment I saw my mother today, I wanted to touch her. My mother was so angry that she drove out. I chased her out. My mother said that we didn't agree not to do it. I said that was the case, but you helped me masturbate, and now I can only watch and masturbate myself. How could I do that? My mother seemed a little regretful, and seeing that I was talking with confidence, she didn't know what to say.

I asked my mother to go to the back of the car, saying that it was dark there and that was just what you liked. You wouldn't be able to see what I was doing and you would feel more at ease. My mother followed me to the back of the car. I looked around and saw that there were no surveillance cameras nearby, so I hugged my mother from behind and whispered to her that I would be like the washing machine last time, when I had played with her enough, I would come myself.

My mother said it was inappropriate, and that it was just like incest, where I had to rely on my mother's ass to indulge myself. I said there was no other way, because I was wearing tight clothes today, which would keep me hard all day. My mother blushed again, and she had to turn away. I asked my mother to lift up her buttocks like side A, but she refused to agree no matter what. Her proud mother felt that this was a violation and said that it must be this way or there would be no talk.

I pushed my mother forward. She held onto the back of the car with both hands and said to me, "Hurry, if anyone sees us, you'll never see me again in your life." I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat. I didn't expect that the consequences of incest would be so tragic. But with such a beautiful butt in front of me, I didn't think twice and just put my dick directly against the butt. The feeling was completely different from the last time in the washing machine. The slippery tights matched the plump and tender butt.

I kept stuffing my cock into her buttocks, rubbing it up and down. My mother probably didn't expect me to move so much, and she was so scared that she quickly shouted to stop. But I was so horny that I didn't care. I kept pushing my glans into my mother's private hole, and the secretions from the glans had already stained her dark white tights all over.

My mother felt it was even more exaggerated than last time. She kept turning around and asking me to stop. How could I stop? I skillfully put my right foot on the bumper, and because it was someone else's car lock, I didn't feel sorry for it. I used my knees, my cock, and the weight of my body to press my mother tightly against the trunk.

Maybe my mother found that she couldn't struggle anymore, and her resistance began to weaken and turned into heavy breathing. I saw that it seemed to be okay, so I didn't want to play with her plump breasts anymore, for fear that she would be really angry again, and then I wouldn't be able to play with her beautiful, tender butt. My mother leaned her whole body against the car, her hands covered in dust, and said coldly, "Hurry up, if I change my mind, you don't have to play anymore."

I quickly moved my hands from my mother's slender waist to her beautiful buttocks. The peach-like tights brought out the shape of her buttocks perfectly. I began to pinch and play with my mother's flesh, left and right, with five fingers extending deep, and pinched the buttocks in the jeans that I had always wanted to pinch. My mother groaned, and I just wanted to touch the tender hole down, but my mother actually turned around and grabbed my hand, telling me not to touch there.

I had no choice but to put my cock in the middle of her buttocks, squeeze my mother's beautiful buttocks with both hands, and kept pumping my hot cock. My mother's beautiful back with her ponytail made me so happy that my mind went blank. My mother's moans were getting louder and louder. I was really afraid that someone would find out, so I quickly covered my mother's sweet lips with my hands, and at the same time, I increased my movements and began to wildly thrust into my mother's elastic buttocks.

I put my body on my mother's back. I really love this posture and hold my mother's shoulders with both hands. Pull the mother back hard, because the human body will naturally arch and the hips will be raised higher. If you don’t believe me, you can try it, but it’s very tiring for girls.

My mother's entire buttocks formed an arc shape. The tights had already sunk into the crack of her buttocks because of the wild pushing and squeezing of my cock. In addition, I secretly pulled the tights up, causing my mother's tender pussy to rub against her pussy and underwear due to the pulling of the pants, causing my mother's excitement to increase dramatically. Otherwise, how could my mother moan?

After the final sprint, I thought of how my sister helped me ejaculate in the warehouse, and I thought my mother would never let me do that, so I simply pulled my limp mother down and made her sit on the ground in the last ten seconds before I ejaculated. Before my mother could react, I grabbed her dexterous right hand, pointed my cock at her, and asked her to hold my hard cock in reverse.

My mother looked at it for a few seconds, then finally sighed and helped me with the final quick stroke. My mother's fingers were very smooth, without any lumps. She had been to a beauty salon for maintenance in recent years. While my mother was stroking her quickly, I secretly moved my dick closer and closer to her face, and even aimed the glans at her mouth. I thought that if I stuffed my dick into her mouth at this time, it would be so exciting to cum in her mouth.

While I was thinking about it, my mother saw the shaking of my glans and cock and knew that I was about to ejaculate. At the moment of ejaculation, my mother suddenly tilted my cock to the right, and the ejaculation was all over the car bumper. I took out tissue paper to wipe it clean, and my mother used her fingers to help me squeeze out the last bit of semen.

Later, when we were moving some things and walking in the community, we met the administrator. My mother was so embarrassed that she quickly wrapped her coat around her waist, fearing that the secretions on her buttocks would be too obvious. I lied and said that my mother was going to class and I would drive her home.

The two of us were like people who were almost caught doing something bad, with an indescribable thrill, but mother returned to her poker face, as if nothing had happened. I think mother was slowly getting used to my messing around, but she had her own insistence. After all, incest brought an indescribable fatal gravity to both mother and me, just like playing with fire, if you fail, you will burn yourself.

In the elevator, I put my hands on my mother's waist again. My mother didn't refuse, but she glared at me, which scared me so much that I put my hands down. After waking up the next day, I seized a small opportunity to chat with my mother alone. When my father went out to buy newspapers and cigarettes, I walked behind my mother and gently touched her neck with the tip of my fingers, not the tip of my fingers, then slid to her beautiful back, and finally to her beautiful buttocks, where I deliberately added weight.

My mother looked at me and said, "If you dare to do it, don't be afraid of being seen." I stuck out my tongue, made a face, and stopped. I asked my mother how I behaved yesterday. My mother said, "What performance? You kept pushing my dick against me and I kept sticking my stick into your ass. Would you feel comfortable?" Come to think of it, it seemed too intense yesterday. I also objected, but you made me endure it from the dormitory to the car, and finally orgasmed in the trunk, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

My mother pretended to be helpless and said that I kept hitting her anus yesterday, which made her very uncomfortable, but the caress with my fingers was okay. When I heard Haomian's words of praise, I was very happy and I immediately said that my mother's right hand technique was really unique.

I found that the distance between my mother and I seemed to have shortened a little, and some conversations began to sound more like chats between friends. Although I still respect her most of the time, my mother's tsundere and traditional Chinese reserved habits made me crazy. I was more fascinated by her inner coldness and her outer butt and beautiful breasts.

I knew that after this time of playing with her beautiful buttocks and half-stroking her, my mother would go against her conscience and wouldn't let me touch her for a while, so I deliberately didn't bother her. I just let nature take its course. Incest can't be rushed, and it's best not to force it. It's best if both parties want it. But I just can't see through my mother's heart.

Finally, I had to go back to school to work on a project during the summer vacation. Before leaving, I asked my mother for a kiss, but she just gently extended her index finger, flicked my forehead, and said, "Go ahead and daydream." She asked me to find a girlfriend as soon as possible so that I would not be too attached to her body.

After that, whenever I saw someone wearing tight sportswear on the street, I would always think of my mother's curves that day. The tights perfectly brought out my mother's good figure, and this time of being rubbed from behind the car was the most impressive one in my mind. Whenever I saw the shape of girls' buttocks while running on the playground, it reminded me of my mother's soft buttocks, and I couldn't help myself for a long time.

Chapter 5: Kissing Sweet Lips

The incestuous behavior between my mother and I is not as easy as everyone thinks, as if it is like those incest plots. Your mother serves you with her mouth early in the morning. When she cooks, you push your cock against her ass in an apron from behind, and put your hands into her apron to squeeze her big breasts, while your mother begs you coquettishly not to be so anxious. At night, when your father falls asleep, your mother pretends to go to the bathroom, but actually goes to your room to be intimate with you, and fucks her pussy all night long. After finishing, your mother hurried back to her room to sleep.

This is impossible? Real life is very cruel. Most middle-aged women in Taiwan are old and ugly, with deformed figures, weathered faces, and no makeup. If you have time, go to the vegetable market yourself. I guarantee that your desire to commit incest with your mother will disappear immediately.

Women of my generation are more knowledgeable about dressing up. The rural life of my mother’s generation is similar to ours. If my mother had not been so lucky as to inherit good genes from her grandparents, and if she had not paid special attention to maintenance since she was a student, she would not have been able to maintain such a hot figure.

With the emergence of a large number of beauty products in recent years, my mother has become more and more dedicated to skin care, but not in a very obvious way. She just goes shopping for cosmetics, goes to beauty salons, and goes shopping with some mature women who know how to dress up whenever she goes out. No, my mother is still a simple housewife. She occasionally goes shopping with the ladies in the nearby community and she is basically very low-key. When going out, she wraps herself tightly and wears clothes that look very much like an auntie's.

But ever since I started really harassing my mother. My mother has become better at dressing herself, but she no longer wears low-cut tops that reveal her cleavage, perhaps because she is afraid that I will act impulsively again.

The feeling between me and my mother is very magical at this stage. Let me explain a little bit so that no one understands what I am talking about. It was at the very beginning, when my mother held my dick in the bathroom. I really wanted to have sex with her at that time, but in the end, she used her reason to suppress me.

After I entered university, although I occasionally saw incest porn movies, I would still download them and watch them, imagining that it was my mother's body, but that was rare. Until the most recent accident, when the washing machine's dick hit my ass, that time I really broke through the psychological barrier. There was no other way. I had to rely on my imagination before, but when I saw my mother's reality show, that peach-like ass swaying in front of me, it was hard not to get hard.

In the end, the little head controlled the big head. Unlike before, it was not as stupid as asking the mother to jerk my dick. Instead, it directly and boldly used my dick to tickle the mother's buttocks. Originally, I thought that it didn't matter if I was beaten or scolded, I must try my mother's round buttocks once, with the idea of ​​giving it a chance of death.

To my surprise, in the end, my mother didn't tell anyone, but her attitude towards me was usually very cold. She only behaved like a mother in front of her family. It's no wonder that her own son sexually harassed her. It would be a lie to say that she was not troubled.

Later, I violated my mother again and again. Finally, after she got sick and masturbated, I became even bolder and had sex with her halfway in the back car. However, for a long time in between, I did not put all my attention on my mother, which would only make me suffer unbearable.

So I slept with a lot of girls in college, including some mature women. Because I know I can't push my mother to the limit. I am obsessed with her body. That is a kind of satisfaction that I can never get by having sex with ordinary people. At first, I just wanted my mother to help me masturbate, but now I want my mother's whole body. However, no matter how much I want it, I dare not show it too much.

Now my mother may think that I just want to vent my anger, so she can still tolerate my behavior, but incest between mother and son is very wonderful and very exciting. The feeling of being afraid of being discovered by others is great.

In the past, the shopping channels on TV sometimes sold some breast enhancement products for women. Looking at the pairs of D-cup breasts on TV always made my glans itchy. One time I saw a product called "Boshen". It was just a plastic shell with three leaves shaped like a three-leaf clover, and four circles of soft films on the back. There was also a wire and a controller under the plastic shell. It was not big, and could barely cover the entire larger areola.

Why do I know it so clearly? Because I just saw this product on TV a few days ago. Today, when I was bored and rummaging through my mother's underwear, I found this breast enhancement device. When I thought about my mother's breasts sticking to this "boobs", I couldn't bear it, so I licked the "boobs" directly to see if I could lick out the milky flavor. Unfortunately, the truth is always cruel.

I really want to see my mother using this "wave god". The vibrator's continuous heat shock, combined with the so-called infrared irradiation, makes my mother's snow-white northern hemisphere breasts ripple with microwaves, and the milk fat on the cleavage keeps shaking. I love the natural shaking of the body's flesh in two places the most, one is the breasts when the body shakes violently, and the other is the plump and elastic buttocks, which are caused by the waves of the buttocks due to the playing with fingers or the impact from the back.

Now that I think about it carefully, maybe my mother's breasts were C cup before, but she had breast augmentation in recent years, and the magic bra helped to concentrate the auxiliary breasts, so that my mother, who already had a lot of breasts, had a pair of beautiful cleavage that made men's eyes light up. So it makes sense for women to love maintenance, it benefits everyone.

I'm sorry, I just want to possess this heavenly gift myself. I can only enjoy my mother's body. However, I am trying to make you feel good through this article. I have read many incest articles over the years, so I will take this as a gift to repay those who want to commit incest.

Once I went back to the countryside for the Chinese New Year, and there were a lot of relatives there. I dare not boast about myself, but my mother is a beauty. There are many relatives on my father's side, and what is noteworthy about my mother's side is that there are five sisters including my mother and the eldest brother, who is the so-called uncle. But don't think too much and think that you can commit incest and fuck my aunt hard. I know that it is possible for someone to satisfy my aunt, but it is impossible for me because my aunt is not my type at all.

As for the five sisters, my mother is the third oldest. It is indeed genetic. The five sisters have their own characteristics. My mother's characteristic is that she is very tall, with fragrant white thighs of 170 cm and healthy and beautiful calves without any fat. The others are not bad either, but they have a common feature, that is, they all have a beautiful buttocks. It’s just that my mother has taken good care of herself, while the others are either old and ugly or fat in middle age. Maybe it’s because my father has been making tea from the past to the present, and my mother has been drinking tea all her life, and it really works.

If your penis is itchy during the Chinese New Year, it is a very uncomfortable thing. My mother is very busy and you cannot bother her. However, I endured it from New Year's Eve to the third day of the New Year. Because my father sold his car this year, the whole family took the Tonglian bus to go to the countryside, and of course the same thing happened when we went home.

We sat in the presidential suite, each with one seat. At this time, I really hated the old two-person chairs. Otherwise, I could enjoy my mother's fragrance from a close distance. Now my mother was right in front of me, my younger sister was on my left, and my father was in front of my younger sister. There was a staircase in front of my mother and a toilet below. When I was looking for a seat, I saw that my mother had bought a pair of new pants for the Chinese New Year. The main reason why my glans had been erect for several days was these jeans.

This seems to be from a certain series of Levi's. I'm not very familiar with it, sorry. It's a narrow, low-waisted straight-leg pants. It's a very beautiful blue color. I can't describe it. The entire curve of the mother's lower body is shown. As the saying goes, I don't know whether it is the jeans that create the perky buttocks, or the perky buttocks that create the jeans.

There is a special feature of the narrow tube where the calf is wrapped, that is, it has a wrinkled feeling, which looks more popular. It is not the kind of straight bird pants worn by old ladies, but the kind that when you see girls wearing it on the street, you can't help but take a few more glances. The slender and tender legs, the perfect thighs, and the slightly fleshy butt are three golden combinations for you to enjoy at once. It's a pity that my mother never wears shoes that expose her toes, otherwise it would drive people crazy.

But fortunately, I saw it at home. The jade feet didn't seem to have any calluses, and the nails were beautifully manicured. It turned out that my mother knew how to take care of her body, both inside and out. However, my mother advocates natural beauty and does not like surgery. She does not like liposuction for weight loss. She would rather run on the treadmill at home and take yoga classes, which is healthier.

When I was helping my mother put the luggage on the upper seat, the curve of her jeans lifted up her buttocks. I secretly pushed my dick twice without leaving any trace. My mother's buttocks shook and she turned to look at me. Needless to say, she knew what I wanted to do.

My mother didn't move, which made me very anxious. I kept pretending to talk to her from behind, but in fact I was begging her in a low voice, afraid that people nearby might hear us. My mother leaned against the window and whispered to me with her back to me, "You are so bold. Your father and sister are here, and you dare to treat me like this, and you still want me to help you vent your anger?" I quickly begged for mercy, saying that I didn't mean it, it was just like before and it was very uncomfortable to endure.

I asked my mother to pretend. I pretended to have a headache, feel carsick and wanted to vomit, and told my father that I wanted to go to the toilet to vomit. My father said that if I really felt uncomfortable and couldn't vomit, I could stay down there a little longer, and if I still couldn't vomit, I could come up. I nodded and turned to look at my mother. My mother had no expression on her face and just looked at me coldly.

I went downstairs and waited but my mother never came down. My swollen and hard cock kept shaking in my pants. Did I make a wrong bet? This was not a solution, so I deliberately took action. I quietly called my mother outside the door and asked her to help me get some toilet paper. When my mother heard what I said, she was reluctant in every way, but there was nothing she could do.

The father urged the mother to take it down, and reminded her to be careful when going down the stairs and to check on his son. I saw my mother take off her down jacket, revealing a high-necked bra and a lavender sweater. Even though she was wearing winter clothes, it still couldn't cover up her big breasts. I looked at the pair of black flat-toed shoes on my mother's jade feet, and her eyes stared at me viciously.

My mother handed me the toilet paper, and I held her arm with one hand and hugged her to my chest. It was different from the past, when she always had her back to me, so that her ass could fit better against my cock. This time he was leaning against me head on.

My right hand held my mother's waist, and I could feel the flesh of her buttocks under her slender waist. With my left hand, I stroked along my mother's hair from her head to her smooth and fragrant back. At the same time, I looked at my mother. Her nose was very close to mine, almost touching it. I felt my mother's breath from her nose and mouth, the faint floral perfume and the shampoo smell in her hair, the two mixed together made my cock, which was pressed against my mother's belly, harder and harder.

My mother looked at me without saying anything. I continued to feel around with my left hand, and put my palm towards the pocket of my jeans. I used four fingers except my thumb because my hand was too big to fit completely in.

With four fingers in my pockets, I pressed my mother's beautiful buttocks. I kept bending my four fingers and fiddling with the fleshy buttocks of my mother, while twisting my cock. I kissed my mother's tender pink lips. She was scared and turned her head to one side. I had long wanted to suck on her soft and fragrant lips, but unfortunately it was just a light touch.

At this time, I took my hands out of my pockets, and slid the three middle fingers of my palm along the round groove of my mother's private parts. I directly pressed the three fingertips against her tender vagina, and with the stiff shape of the jeans, I dug and lifted hard. My mother immediately groaned. I immediately increased my strength, and put my right hand on the right half of the buttocks of the jeans, and pressed the buttocks with five fingers. My palm was suspended in the air between the fingers, and I kept grabbing, scratching, tapping, pressing and squeezing.

My left hand was also on my mother's private parts. I used my favorite lotus finger opening and closing method to pinch and knead the buttocks around my mother's tender vagina, causing my mother to hit my chest slightly with her fists. Her beautiful and elastic buttocks had already twisted back and forth, and her willow waist was swinging back and forth, trying to break free from my stimulation and teasing.

Maybe at the toilet door, the mother sobbed and whispered, "Do you want to embarrass me and let everyone see us?" I said my father was upstairs and he could see what I was doing if he just stretched his head out. My mother said I was risking my life. I said who told me not to come down, I was deliberately standing at the door to bother you.

My mother said that I was afraid of her and asked me to go into the bathroom quickly. I let my mother go first to prevent her from running away. As soon as I went in, I immediately locked the door and pretended to vomit, deliberately vomiting louder. My mother's face was at a loss. I forced her into doing this and she was angry, but she couldn't do anything about it.

The mother said coldly, "Are you so obsessed with sperm that you don't even want to live?" I said my mother's new jeans were so charming that I was hard throughout the entire New Year, and now I still can't satisfy my desire. It feels very uncomfortable. My mother said, you just can't bear to go home. You are in the car now, and your father is on it. You are trying to save my face by doing this.

I said no one would know, and my mother sighed, but her attitude and expression were still impatient. She said that this time it couldn't be the same as last time, because last time my entire pants were covered with semen and she smelled fishy. She also said that she didn't want my dick to rub against the new jeans she bought this time.

I think the jeans are rough and uncomfortable to rub against. Just saying that my mother was willing to help me beat it with her hands made me very happy. I leaned close to her ear and said that if she was not happy anymore, my father would come down. I kept pushing my cock towards my mother's hands. My mother was threatened and persuaded by me, and she pouted her mouth. Her expression was super cute. I have never seen my mother pout her lips in my life. If she was sucking my cock with this pouting mouth, it would at least feel good for a while.

After pouting, the mother said, "If you threaten me like this again next time, I will definitely tell your father." I hurriedly acted like a spoiled child and kept nudging my mother, and only then did my mother slowly extend her right hand. My mother's right hand stroked my cock through my jeans. This time I didn't unbutton my pants, and asked my mother to open them for me. My mother unbuttoned my jeans in three strokes. He didn't even have to pull his pants down, which showed how much cock he had just been fucked with; his penis had already bulged out of his underwear.

My underwear is the kind with an opening in the front. My mother's soft right hand rubbed up and down along the outside of the underwear. My face was getting closer and closer to my mother's face. My mother's face began to blush because of caressing my cock, and the way she pout just now made my cock erect again.

My mother felt that I had raised her hand and she looked at me. I said in her ear, "Please come closer and rub it." When my mother saw me like this, her proud face blushed a little. She reached into my underwear and kept playing with it. Finally, she simply pulled my underwear down, and the whole cock stood in front of my mother.

I wanted my mother to kneel down and jerk me off, but she said no, because we were in the bathroom this time and I didn't dare to harass her for too long, so I asked her to go faster. She said she would try her best, so I skipped the teasing and playing with the glans. I just put my white and slender fingers on the warm and smooth palm, grasped the base, with a section of the glans exposed, and just used my thumb to scrape the foreskin at the bottom edge of the glans, stroking it rhythmically up and down.

It made my dick shake the whole time. Actually, halfway through masturbating, I decided that whether I ejaculated or not wasn't the point. The key point is that I just forced my lips against my mother's, which made me decide to find an opportunity to kiss my mother passionately.

Just when I felt I was about to ejaculate, I reminded my mother in her ear and she sped up her movements. If I forcefully kissed her from the front at this time, she would definitely dodge, or at worst, I wouldn't even stroke it. So I decided to ask my mother to turn around and stand on my left side, with my dick sticking out from behind her right hand. Because the toilet was small and crowded, my mother's center of gravity fell on me when she turned, and she seemed a little shaky and unstable.

While my right hand continued to speed up the stroking, I thought of all the images of my mother's pouting lips, the teasing feeling of her hands touching her buttocks, and her stroking my cock. I shivered and ejaculated a little on the wall. I immediately covered my glans with my mother's palm, and kept shaking and ejaculating in her palm, while my mother turned her head to look at me sideways.

I immediately opened my mouth and sucked on my mother's watery pink lips, and immediately fixed her head with my left hand. Since my mother couldn't move her body and her head was pressed down by my hands, she had to close her eyes and let me kiss and suck her sweet lips. I kept trying to pry her teeth open with my tongue, but unfortunately she didn't want to. I had to use my tongue to lick her entire sweet lips until she was covered with saliva inside and out, and then I let her go with satisfaction.

I forcefully kissed my mother's little mouth, and I thought she would be angry. But she quickly washed the semen off her hands, looked in the mirror to fix her makeup, and evenly spread the lip gloss that I had sucked and licked on her lips with her fingers. She then wiped the saliva off her face with a wet towel, and asked me to wipe the semen off the glans of my penis. Finally, she asked me to check if there was anything unusual there. I said there was nothing wrong, and then she slowly went upstairs and said we'd talk about it when we got home.

Along the way, my mother was still talking and laughing with her family, not taking what had just happened to heart at all. The pleasure of having an affair behind her family's back made me feel very good. Although I knew it was wrong, every time my glans felt itchy, my sexual desire always overcame my reason.

I have always thought that as long as it is not too exaggerated, my mother should be able to accept it. As a result, after I returned home, my mother scolded and nagged me while my father and younger sister were not around. I knelt in the study for the entire afternoon. My mother said that I don’t respect her and that I agreed not to use physical force, but now you pinch my butt and kiss me. Will you touch my breasts and force me to give you a blowjob next time?

I think this time the matter was really serious. My mother was so angry that tears fell like pearls. She also said that I was getting more and more excessive. In the end, I punished myself and knelt for a whole night without sleeping. The next day, my mother came to my room and saw me like this. Although she was still cold and sarcastic, she softened a little and whispered to me that there are many ways to satisfy sexual desires. She also said that I have a strong Oedipus complex and I can't rely on my mother to help me vent my sexual desires every time.

I didn't want to talk. My mother sat quietly beside my bed and finally left. But she added, "If you do this again next time, I'll see if I will still pay attention to you." When I heard that there was a turning point in the situation, I felt happy.

Although we didn't say it explicitly afterwards, sometimes when I couldn't help but want to touch her, I would tell my mother directly. If she agreed, I could touch her. If not, I would solve it myself. It all depended on my mother's decision.

I think this is also another form of incest. I am thankful that my mother consents and is willing to help me ejaculate. The real situation cannot be like those incest plots, where you really have to fuck your mother, suck her breasts, and rub her vagina with your fingers. First, you have to insert into the mother in the doggy style, and the mother's entire vagina will keep contracting. The warm and sticky vagina will keep squeezing the hot cock inwards.

During the thrusting process, the flesh of the entire buttocks swayed along with the waist, hitting the deep of the uterus again and again, the mother moaned with a face full of shame and sobbing, her hands tightly grasping the pillow with her snow-white jade fingers, her pair of snow-white D breasts, the entire base of the breasts swaying, constantly shaking with the violent shaking of the body back and forth, and the nipples, hard due to excitement, kept rubbing against the sheets on the bed. Finally, the son turned over and kissed his mother's sweet lips from the front.

The fierce entanglement of tongues made a constant sucking sound. The son kissed all the way from the neck to the honey pot. When the clitoris was stimulated and the orgasm was produced, the mother's entire thighs were lifted up. Not only were the soles of her feet tense due to the excitement of the orgasm, but the warm feeling of the vaginal fluid flowing to the anus made the mother soften on the bed.

At this time, the son's penis pressed against the tender vagina, and with a puff, it thrust in again. The mother's chest kept rising and falling, her breathing was rapid, and her whole forehead was covered with sweat. Even if she turned on the air conditioner first, her whole body was still hot and about to melt. The son pressed his mother's legs together to increase the tightness of the vagina.

I hugged my mother's smooth thighs with both hands, and kept swinging my waist faster and faster, making my cock act like a piston, and my mother also cooperated by pressing her hips down slightly and lifting her waist slightly, so that the cock naturally tilted up and was easier to thrust in and out. My mother's misty eyes, her look of wanting to die, from her muffled moans to the nasal whine of now with rapid thrusting, made me even more reluctant to hurt my mother.

In the final sprint, I held my mother's slender waist and spread her legs shamefully. Even in the last few minutes of violent thrusts, my mother's legs were wrapped around my waist. I roared in dismay, and a stream of hot, white, thick semen shot into me again and again. I hugged my mother's body, gave her light kisses, and flirted and were tender with each other.

And looking forward to every sexual pleasure, going against the ethical and moral standards of the world, even though they know it is wrong, mother-son incest still happens naturally. Some netizens once said that the occurrence of mother-son incest is very natural, and I agree with this very much.