Mom, what’s on your mind alone? Jet came in.
My son is 15 years old and is looking more and more like his father. Jet came over and sat next to me.
Jet, go take a bath! For the longest time it was me who bathed my son. The water was running and Jet was already naked, I glanced at Jet’s lower body, the Rogue was limp and drooping, it was 15 years old, it should be fully developed! I suddenly wanted it to get an erection in front of me.
Jet sat in the pool and I gently washed his face and neck, gradually working my way down without showing my face, stroking Jet’s freshly curled fur and gently picking up the drooping little guy, so cute! I thought to myself.
I applied soap to it and rubbed it gently, and sure enough the little thing came to life and gradually began to harden. Normally I would have let go of my hand immediately and gone to wash the rest of the area, today I kind of wanted to see how thick my son’s little guy really was. With a bit of mischief in mind, I continued to rub it, stroking it gently over the glans and rubbing it heavily over the fleshy rod.
The son was a little coy, the thickness of the shaft was still a little too much for him to get used to. 15 year old boys are just getting to know each other! Jet’s panting became ragged, the hand holding the glans felt a twitch, and a jet of mucus shot out, all over his hand and body.
Comfortable? I asked.
So cozy! Jet whispered.
I gently patted Jet’s little thing that was gradually drooping, lightly kissed Jet’s little face and said, Our Jet is already an adult! Continue to wash Jet’s body.
Everything came and went suddenly, nothing more derailed than being a mother who thought her son was growing up and testing it out out of curiosity. I thought to myself.
Jet went back to his room, I was alone in my room thinking back to the scene just now, my son’s robust body was starting to become seductive to the opposite sex, and the little thing was starting to get bigger, although it was not as big as his father’s, what would it feel like to have him inside me? I was suddenly alerted to the fact that I was about to fall into the mire of incest.
No way! Jet is her own son. How can a mother do something wrong with her son?
These days, he seems to be getting closer to his daughter, and the two often join forces against me to keep my son close. I said to myself: I have decided to formulate a plan to keep my son all towards me, yet not to commit incest with him… this is after all a forbidden thing!
One night two days later, he said he was going on a business trip, taking his daughter out for two days.
After dinner, I bathed my son as usual, since that time, every time my son bathed, he deliberately asked me to stay on his little thing for a while longer, and every time I rubbed until Jet ejaculated, but that’s all, Jet didn’t have any excessive requirements, and I didn’t dare to go beyond the bounds of the concept. But every time I held Jet’s progressively larger prick, the pleasure in my hand called to me, a different kind of pleasure, or perhaps a forbidden frenzy!
I changed into a pink lingerie, pink panties, and pink bra as I called out to Jet to come to my room:
Punch Mom’s back for her! I made a request to Jet.
Jet agreed readily, so I sat on the edge of the bed and Jet jumped on the bed and pounded my back behind me.
Go up a little bit and go that way …… to massage and massage for mom! I commanded.
Mom, it’s uncomfortable to leave your clothes on, can I undo them for you? My son suggested.
I let Jet unbutton the neckline! Allowing Jet to unbutton the collar, Jet lifted the bottom edge of the dress and turned it upwards, removing the nightgown from over my head, Jet’s hand inadvertently touched my breast, and an electric current of sensation hit me.
To be honest, my husband had fondled my breasts countless times but never felt anything like this, but my son’s light touch gave me intense arousal. Trying hard to overcome the urge inside me, wanting to retain the last vestige of reserve in front of my son.
At this time, Jet was still massaging me, a strong sixth sense struck me, my son’s hot eyes were peeping at my breasts from above the back, without looking up I knew that I knew how many of my son’s roundworms were there. My son is growing up, he is starting to peep at women’s sensitive parts, and he has also learned to peep in the dark, I thought to myself secretly.
In fact, their own breasts are still very confident, 24 years old when gave birth to Jet, 15 years of hard work on their own maintenance, although it can not fight against time, but still younger than the actual age of five, six years, small sisters together said I am not at all like a 39-year-old woman, at most the early 30’s some.
Breasts are no longer firm, but still plump, the skin is still delicate, long-term white-collar career taught me how to maintain the best body. The demand for sex is so strong, after all, women are like wolves in their 30s and tigers in their 40s!
My son’s hands began to be a little unruly, the hands massaging down the back bra straps to the sides gradually moved to my side, as if he wanted to encircle my breasts from behind, my son’s hands were so hot, my body was so hot.
My sanity to be struck by lust, I dare not continue to step within the wild waves of incest, make my whole body strength I coughed. In a flash, my son’s hand retracted.
It’s a bit too much! Jet’s hand is already touching the edge of my bra, if I didn’t stop it just now, Jet might have already held my breasts from behind, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed.
Mom, I’m so sorry.
Turning back to Jet’s crotch, I saw that the symbol of manhood had risen, and I couldn’t help but pity him: good son, is it okay for mommy to massage you?
Good, good! My son was so happy to hear me say so that he fell asleep on his back.
My son’s prick was so thriving that my mouth was completely stuffed, the prick completely submerged in the opening of my throat, and I was lost in a moment of euphoria. In a haze, it was as if my son wrapped his arms around me and fell smoothly into my son’s arms, my mother’s breasts pressed against my son’s robust chest, and I was too lost to resist the warmth!
Suddenly I felt a cold chill on my back and the last vestige of conscience was awakened in my brain, it was my son’s hands trying to undo my bra strap, cold hands touching my hot skin. I braced myself violently from my son’s body, sitting on the edge of the bed I struggled to take deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, my son’s prick was tantalizing, but the fear of incest made me flinch, I couldn’t imagine having a child conceived in October out of my own body, only to have it come back a few years later, between the legs that had given birth to him and nurtured him, between the breasts that had once nurtured him.
In a trance, I felt my breasts being held, I lowered my head and my son’s hands actually went through my armpits and rubbed my breasts through my bra, even trying to pull the bra down and put his hands into my innermost parts. I squirmed and tried to resist, I grabbed my son’s hand and tried to shake it off, but he ended up pushing me on my back on the bed in one smooth motion, and my son took advantage of the situation to straddle my body and sit on my lap.
I fought back like crazy as my son’s strength began to show, my arms were pressed upwards to my sides in a death grip, my legs were unable to move as he sat low on my body, my son’s face showed a lustful look as he gradually pressed down, his attempting to kiss me on the lips, I desperately bobbed my head to escape my son’s kisses.
Jet, mom begged you, I am your mom, let go of me …… ah! I begged in a low voice.
Mom, I want you, I love you, mom. My son was lost in lust and screamed incoherently.
Jet had gotten the upper hand enough that he released his hold on me and was about to unhook my bra, and it was at this point that I made enough force to land a hard slap on my son’s face.
My son looked at me in surprise, his red, purple face quietly hidden, he stared at me for a moment, then confused, he got away from me and sat beside me. I could see that there was some indignation on his face, the face god of unfulfilled desire.
I straightened my clothes, put on my pajamas, and patted Jet on the shoulder: Jet, I’m your mom, how can you mess around, next time you’re not allowed to be like this!
Why not? Mom, I like you!
Jet, realize that’s incest. You and I are mother and son!
So why is it okay for dad and sister to do this kind of thing and not us?
Nonsense. You tell mommy what you saw.
Once I went to class in the morning and forgot something, I came back to get ready to pick it up and I ended up walking past my sister’s room when I saw my dad through the doorway with his arm around my sister.
I interjected: so what, your sister has always been good with your dad, it’s not like it’s a big deal!
Jet said, “You don’t know, Dad is hugging his sister from behind, just like I just hugged you, Jet pointed to my chest.
You saw your father put his hand on your sister’s chest?
A thousand times over, and since they were facing the door sideways, they could see it clearly, Dad first holding his sister’s breasts through her shirt, and after a while reaching down her collar.
I’m a little confused, they’re such a father and daughter: Jet, tell mommy everything you see, and tonight you’ll sleep next to mommy.
Another time, when I came home from school, I was in the living room and saw my dad and sister watching TV, with my dad sitting in a recliner and my sister sitting on his lap.
That’s not a big deal, your sister is often the one pampering your dad like that, and I’ve seen it a few times.
But mom, dad is sitting on a recliner and sister is sitting on his lap, can dad still see the TV at that angle? And my sister is still moving when she sits on dad!
Did you actually see what they were doing?
I couldn’t see much because my sister’s skirt was too long, but she seemed comfortable, grunting under her breath as Dad’s hands wrapped around her waist from behind.
What happened then? Did you read on?
I went to my room to drop off my book bag, and on my way to the living room, my sister was no longer sitting on my dad’s lap, but her face was red and divining, and quite cute, and she was still holding my dad’s hand, and I vaguely seemed to see my dad’s crotch up against it.
According to you, it’s possible that they were having sex, but it’s also possible that it was simply your sister pandering to your dad.
Mom, you worked late the night before last, right, and you know what Dad and your sister did in your room?
They’re making out again, aren’t they? I knew your sister and your dad were getting better.
They had sex! The son snapped out.
I stayed for a moment, before I had time to say anything, my son has taken over and said: that day you just went to the late shift, dad and sister went out, I sneaked into your room to see the VCD, I know that your pornographic VCDs are hidden inside the cabinet, so I took two disks out to see. Just saw half of it, I heard my dad and sister’s voices, they came home, I panicked and took out the tablets and hid them back in the cupboard, the sound of my dad and sister’s footsteps had already arrived at the door, in a panic, I hid in the closet, and just closed the door to the cupboard, they walked in.
Through the doorway I looked out, my sister returned to close the door, Dad from behind to embrace my sister’s chest, playing through my sister’s clothes, my sister seems to be very excited, her breath changed to a delicate, let Dad caress. Dad unbuttoned his sister’s shirt. With her blouse open, she was so sexy and her skin was so white. Then dad took off her blouse, and she was wearing a big red bra. Then dad actually knelt in front of her, lifted up her long skirt, dad drilled his head in, her sister let out a slutty moan from her mouth as if she was in pain.
After a while Dad stood up again and removed his sister’s long skirt, she was wearing big red panties and snow white stockings. Dad sat on the edge of the bed, sister kneeled in front of dad, unbuttoned his pants for him, and took out dad’s big prick. Dad’s thing was so big that my sister actually took it into her mouth in one bite and couldn’t stop sucking on it. Dad pressed down on his sister’s head and pressed down hard, like he was trying to get all of the prick into his sister’s mouth. I heard my sister’s throat make a pained sound, her body twisted and turned pale, but she still swallowed Dad’s thing, and finally it was all gone into her sister’s mouth. After a while, I saw my sister being picked up and placed on the bed by my dad, who finally stripped the last of her coverings for her and thrust in.
Stop …… stop …… stop, they’re too much!
Knowing that the things between their father and daughter is a big blow to me, no wonder it is always sneaky, the original incest, he fell back to enjoy, the daughter is just like a flower like jade age, this can be really fat and water flow outside the field ah!
When my son’s unfaithful hands leaned into me again, as a woman, I responded passionately with body language. My son’s hands clumsily roamed over my body as I led him, into my mystery zone, a place where my son had never roamed, the only place on my mother’s body he had not yet touched, even though it was from there that he had emerged.
With my son’s hand into the pajamas, through the panties, gently stroking my clitoris, my son learned well, took the initiative to put his hand into my panties, dexterous little hand on the clitoris gently rubbing and rubbing, a wave of intoxicating pleasure from the bottom to the top, quickly spread all over the body, so that I was excited, gasping for breath, the delicate body trembled chaotically, my son sensed that I was comfortable, rubbing even more diligently on behalf of me, the clitoris in the continued congestion of the carnal desire to expand the The clitoris was continuing to engorge, the feeling of carnal desire swelling swept through my body, and it was my own son who was doing it for me, the feeling was indescribable in words.
Come up, good son, mom wants you, needs you to get, so …… comfortable ah
For my son to take off his underwear, the penis rose up in the air, towering in front of me. I gently separated my son’s legs, sitting between my son’s legs, reached out to hold my son has been the first to grow into the meat stick, gently rubbing, the meat stick on the veins out, blood clear, the glans seems to be the top of the mushroom umbrella like. From top to bottom, the hand holding son’s prick slowly moving, more and more tight grip, to son’s thick prick in the hand.
My son’s face became twisted, the result of an agonizingly pleasurable experience, the beginning of a first-time experience, taught to him by his mother herself. Slime oozed from the tip of the glans, crystalized and glistening down the glans, and my frantic insides felt like they were going to boil.
For the first time, I lowered my head to gently lick the sticky liquid, the semen from my son’s body, and I couldn’t help but take my son’s glans into my mouth and gently suck on it without a moment’s hesitation, as if I wanted to take the entirety of my son’s prick into my mouth, letting my saliva and my son’s fluids mingle.
My son rolled over and pressed down on me, and I wrapped my arms around my son s head forcefully: kiss mom, quick …… kiss mom!
My son’s mouth and lips pressed up, and I quickly responded to him by sticking out my tongue and curling it into my son’s interior, and we glued ourselves together so tightly that our four lips seemed to be glued together, and drool continued to drip from my son’s mouth, and the quick sensation I experienced from incest made me realize the true meaning of the eventual union of their father and daughter, and it was so exciting imo!
Pajamas open on one side, my son’s hand to my back for me to undo the bra buttons, smooth and white breasts are displayed in front of my son, he appreciated, and then, gently with his hands around them, the two bunnies into the hands of my son, my son love, constantly rubbing my red nipples, areola due to excitement and rise, my son nipple into the mouth, as if to suck out the milk.
Feeling my lower body wet through and through, lewd water continued to ooze out of my vaginal opening, wetting my panties, I signaled my son to remove them for me, and as we both became naked, my son frantically pounced on me, pinning his own mother down hard, her pussy long open for her own son’s arrival, her wet pussy catering to his thriving prick.
My son’s hot prick paused slightly at the mouth of his cunt, I reached out and guided him, the prick slowly penetrated along the cunt, the wet cunt walls tightly wrapped and kneaded my son’s lower body, my son smoothly penetrated into the depths of his cunt, his prick all the way to the end, born from my mother’s cunt, and then back to my mother’s cunt again, the incest brought me incomparable pleasure.
My son was thrusting well, his prick was all the way in my bottom every time, and my son was rubbing and kneading my breasts, feeling fragrant and sweaty, with my hair loose on my sides.
The phallus continued to pump, along the sticky phallus flowed out of the mother’s lower body mucus, is the reason for the first time sexual intercourse, the son quickly ejaculated, feel my son’s lower body a muscle twitching after the son’s lack of effort to lie on top of me, my body of perfumed sweat and my son’s perspiration continue to intertwine with each other, my son’s thick phallus at this time but flaccid drooped to one side, the small phallus is covered with mucus stuck in my lower body, is the mother’s The mucus from the inside of my body had now been selflessly given to my own son.
My son invited me to his reunion out of the blue.
What are you taking mom for? I asked curiously.
I told my classmates I got a new girlfriend, a middle-aged beauty, and they didn’t believe me, so I’m gonna bring you in to show them!
Screw you. Mom won’t do that for you! It’d be a shame to be recognized.
My son walked over to me and slowly wrapped his arms around my waist: Mom, please!
Feeling my son’s rough breath and fiery hands around my waist, I honestly felt pretty confident in myself, reveling in my son’s chest and agreeing to his request.
That night, we finished dinner early, my son waited for me in the living room, alone in the room in disguise, I was a little apprehensive. Finally, to change into a working family’s clothing, that is the most mature woman’s breath feeling, a light gray suit, wearing a white shirt inside, but not the knee skirt, and then a pair of flesh-colored garter stockings. At the strong request of my son, I did not wear panties.
Showing up at the reunion with my son, clear of male classmates, there were only eight or nine of them, I think!
His classmates seemed a bit surprised to see me, I guess they were overwhelmed by my noble and elegant demeanor! They applauded in unison.
The party went on smoothly, my classmates asked me to dance one by one, and I seemed to be back in the old days, when I was chased by boys.
My son became the object of envy of his classmates, and a few of them were arguing heatedly about something like I was not my son’s girlfriend, and my son was so agitated by them that he turned red in the face and seemed to be very angry.
I walked over to him and tried to comfort him, when one of my classmates said, Jet, if she’s really your girlfriend, you guys should make out in front of everyone!
Several other students agreed in unison, and I was a bit overwhelmed. At that moment, my son violently took me in his arms, his mouth rushing up to my lipstick-covered lips, and in order to give my son face, I responded to him, letting him kiss me, letting his tongue enter my mouth and turn it inside out.
I thought this was the end, I did not realize that my son’s hand began to slowly caress through my tunic, under the watchful eyes of his classmates, I did not dare to move. My son’s hand was getting more and more unfaithful, and even reached through the parting of my head and neck, and the surrounding classmates let out lewd calls.
I blushed scarlet and whispered a plea in my son’s ear, Jet, let go, please!
Jet was unmoved, his hand was already up my shirt, rubbing through my bra, I was stunned and didn’t know what to do. My son violently pushed me down onto a large couch and slipped his hand under my skirt, and since I wasn’t wearing any panties, my son’s hand directly touched my pubic hair, and I couldn’t help but plead, Jet, let go of me, please!
At that moment, one of the students said, Jet, your mom’s thighs are so white!
I snapped out of it, it turned out they already knew I was Jet’s mother, I was deluded, I fought back like crazy.
A few classmates came up and held me down, two of them grabbed my legs and spread them to the sides, I tried desperately to close my legs, but I was no match for the strong boys. My son pushed my skirt up from my thighs to my belly, exposing my naked bottom to my son and his classmates.
My son’s hands frantically unbuttoned my shirt, revealing a slice of my naked spring light outside my bra, I struggled to try to resist, but my hands were held down by my son’s classmates in a death grip, my son’s skillful hands popped right up to my back, and the moment the bra straps were unbuttoned, the entire breast was exposed, and I wriggled around in shame and anguish.
My breasts were being juggled like toys in my son’s hands, and as my son’s classmates’ lustful glances kept sweeping over me, my son snapped to his knees and fell between my legs, my thighs split in a wide berth by his classmates to either side, unable to hide my privates, as my son’s tongue licked between the slits of my pussy.
Feeling the gush of pleasure coming from my clitoris gradually made my body flaccid, my son’s mouth was right on my pussy, right in front of so many classmates, and the pleasure in my lower body made the lewd water keep on generating, and keep on being sucked into my son’s mouth, and my son didn’t care about the wetness of my lower body at all, so much so that I let out a lewd sound when my son’s penis thrust into it violently.
Fuck me, good son, harder, fuck me …… Intermittent waves of screams escaped from his mouth.
For the next few moments, I enjoyed the joint ministrations of my son and his classmates; I had a cock in my mouth and kept sucking it; I grabbed a cock in each hand and masturbated for the two kids; two more little guys’ hands were rubbing on my chest, and my high breasts were toy-like toys in their hands to be played with and kneaded; one little thing was kneeling by my left foot and kissing my toes; while my other thigh was being kissed by a guy kissing it as he licked my thigh through my stockings; my son kept shrugging between my warm pussy, the friction between his glans and pussy making occasional plopping noises of lust.
What a thrill it was to be screwing eight or nine boys at once, and one of them was my son, and I was intoxicated with a sea of sex. There was a constant stream of kids cumming all over my face, my breasts, my thighs, my pussy. My hair was strewn down my sides, sticking to my head and neck, my face, and I couldn’t tell if it was cum or sweat.
Until they were all done cumming, at least three of them cumming in my mouth, which was almost sticky with all kinds of cum, which I swallowed, it was the cream of the crop of boys! In my pussy, cum was pouring out, and there was slime all over my body, as well as drool.
My son sat in my arms, his little thing drooping to one side, and I lowered my head and took the entirety of my little cock in my mouth, my son’s mouth slurring, Mommy’s so good, Mommy’s got such a great pussy!
At the end of the evening, a few of us got together for a love bath, and at least a couple more kids ejaculated, and I got a tremendous amount of pleasure, from my son and his classmates.
I never knew that I was such a slut, in front of so many dildos, I used the charm of a mature woman to cope with them, until they fell down one by one, what another woman can feel excited! Imagine a middle-aged woman in a suit suddenly wearing nothing but a pair of garter belt stockings in front of her son and classmates, showing her naked body to them and giving them her wet pussy to penetrate.