The Son Doesn’t Teach (01)
My husband has been out with my daughter for a while now, and he and my daughter have gotten closer, probably because I beat my daughter so much! Brings father and daughter closer together.
“What’s on your mind alone, mom?” 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 I was the one who bathed my son for him.
The water was drained 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! Suddenly I 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 gradually lowered, kissed Jet’s little face and said: “Our Jet is already an adult!” I continued to wash Jet’s body.
It all came and went suddenly, “Nothing more out of the ordinary, just being a mother who thinks her son is growing up and testing it out in a state 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 of them often join forces against me to keep my son close. I said to myself, “I’ve decided to make a plan to keep my son close to me, but I can’t commit incest with him, it’s a taboo matter after all!
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 underwear, pink panties, pink bra, and I called Jet to my room: “Punch mommy’s back!” I asked Jet.
The Son Doesn’t Teach (02)
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, over there… massage mom!” I instructed.
“Mom, it’s uncomfortable to rest on your clothes, can I undo them for you?” The son offered.
“Okay!” Allowing Jet to unbutton the collar, Jet lifted the bottom edge of the dress and flipped it upward, 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 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, along the back of the bra strap to the sides of the massage hands gradually moved to the side of my body, as if to embrace my breasts from behind, my son’s hands are so hot, my body is so hot.
My sanity to be hit by lust, I dare not continue to incest within the wild waves of pedaling, make all the strength of my body I coughed cane. 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 sorry.”
Turning back, I saw Jet’s crotch, the symbol of the man has risen, I can not help but pity: “Good son, mom help you massage okay ah?”
“Yes, yes!” My son, joyful to hear me say so, fell asleep on his back.
For my son to take off his underwear, the prick 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 growth of 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, hold tight son prick hand slowly moving, more and more tight grip, to son’s thick prick in hand.
My son’s face became contorted, 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 like to boil.
For the first time, I lowered my head and licked 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 sucked on it without a moment’s hesitation, as if I wanted to take the entire length of my son’s prick into my mouth, so that my saliva and my son’s fluids could mingle.
The Son Does Not Teach (03)
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, unable to imagine carrying a child in October from my own body, only to have it return a few years later, back to the legs that had given birth to him and nurtured him, back to 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 begs you, I’m your mom, let go of me… ah!” I begged in a low voice.
“Mom, I want you, I love you, Mom.” My son screamed incoherently as he reveled in his lust.
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 up my clothes, put on my pajamas, and patted Jet’s shoulder: “Jet, I’m your mom, how can you mess around, next time it’s not allowed to be like this!”
“Why not? Mom, I love you!”
“Jet, realize that’s incest, and you and I are mother and son!”
“Then why is it okay for Daddy and my sister to do this kind of thing and not us?”
“Nonsense, tell mommy what you have seen.”
“One time I went to class in the morning and I forgot something, and I came back to get ready to pick it up, and I ended up walking past my sister’s room and saw my dad through the doorway with his arm around my sister.”
I interjected, “So what, your sister has always been good with your father, it’s nothing!”
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 dad put his hand on your sister’s chest?”
“A thousand times over, and since they were sideways to the door, they got a good look, and Dad first held his sister’s breasts through her shirt, and after a while he reached down her collar.”
I’m a little confused, they are really overdoing it: “Jet, what did you see, tell mommy everything, tonight you sleep next to mommy.”
The Son Doesn’t Teach (04)
“Another time, when I came home from school, I was in the living room and I saw my dad and my sister watching TV, and my dad was sitting in a recliner, and my sister was sitting on my dad’s lap.”
“That’s nothing, that’s how your sister often pouts with your father, and I’ve seen it a few times.”
“But Mommy, Daddy is sitting in a recliner and Sis is sitting on his lap, can Daddy still see the TV at that angle? And Sis is still moving when she sits on Daddy!”
“Did you actually see what they were doing?”
“I couldn’t see much because my sister’s skirt was too long, but she looked like she was getting comfortable, grunting under her breath, and Daddy’s hands were 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 wasn’t sitting on my dad’s lap anymore, but her face was red and divining and kind of 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 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!” My son snapped.
I stayed for a moment, did not have time to say anything, my son has continued to say: “the day you just went to work late, dad and sister went out, I sneaked into your room to see VCD, I know your pornographic VCD are hidden inside the cupboard, so I took out two disks out to see. Just halfway through, 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 reached the doorway, in a panic, I hid in the closet, and just closed the cupboard door, 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, the 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 him and lifted up his sister’s long skirt, dad drilled his head in, his 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, and she was wearing big red panties and snow-white stockings. Dad sat on the edge of the bed, sister knelt 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 the prick all the way into his sister’s mouth.”
“I heard an agonizing sound come from my sister’s throat as her body twisted and turned pale, but she still swallowed Dad’s load, finally all the way 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.”
The Son Does Not Teach (05)
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 that was where he had come from.
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 personally did it for me, the feeling is beyond description.
“Come up, my son, mom wants you, needs you to do it, it’s so… comfortable!”
My son rolled over and pressed himself against me, and I wrapped my arms around his head, “Kiss mommy, come on… kiss mommy!”
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 behind 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 ring them with his hands, the two bunnies all 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 since opened to meet 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.
The Son Does Not Teach (06)
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 going to bring you to show them!”
“Fuck you, mommy doesn’t do that kind of thing 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, as if they were saying that I was not my son’s girlfriend or something like that, and my son was so provoked by them that his face turned red and he seemed to be very angry.
I walked over to him to comfort him, when one of my classmates said, “Jet, if she’s really your girlfriend, why don’t you guys 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 is even finished, I did not expect my son’s hand began to slowly caress through my tunic, under the watchful eyes of his classmates, I dare not 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 in my son’s ear, “Jet, let go, please!”
Jet didn’t move, 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, his hand slipped 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 beg, “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.
The Son Does Not Teach (07)
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.
Breasts juggled like toys in my son’s hands, the lustful glances of my son’s classmates kept sweeping over me, and my son slammed down on his knees between my legs, my thighs split 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, my son’s mouth was right on my pussy, right in front of so many classmates, the pleasure of my lower body made the lewd water continuously produced, continuously sucked into my son’s mouth, my son didn’t mind the wetness of my lower body at all, so much so that I let out a lewd sound when my son’s penis violently thrust into it.
“Fuck me, my good son, harder, fuck me…” intermittent cries of lust came out of her mouth.
In the following time, I enjoyed the joint service of my son and his classmates, I had a penis in my mouth and kept sucking it; I had a penis in each hand and masturbated for two kids; two more little guys’ hands rubbed on my chest, and my high breasts played and kneaded like toys in their hands; a little thing knelt down on my left foot and kissed my toes; my other thigh was being kissed by a guy who licked my thighs through the stockings; my son kept shrugging between my warm pussy, and the rubbing of the glans and pussy made a “plop” of lust from time to time; my son kept shrugging between my warm pussy and the rubbing of the glans and pussy made a “plop” of lust. My other thigh was being kissed by a guy who was licking my thighs through my stockings; my son was shrugging between my warm pussy, and the friction between his glans and my pussy made 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, the little thing drooping to one side, I lowered my head and took the whole little cock in my mouth, my son’s mouth slurred: “Mommy’s so good, Mommy’s pussy is so good!”
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 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 what it would be like for a middle-aged woman dressed in a suit to suddenly be in front of her son and his classmates with nothing but a garter belt stocking, showing them her naked body and giving them her wet pussy to penetrate, what would that be like?
(Seventh and final. To be continued)