Reaching into Mom's Skirt - Incest Novel

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My mother, 37, works in administration at a school. Her face isn't particularly beautiful, but it's certainly not ugly; she gives off a comfortable feeling. Because she takes good care of herself, her skin is fair, and her breasts are of moderate size—not huge, but barely covering them with one hand. Her most prominent feature is her round, perky buttocks. When she wears a business suit, the trousers are stretched taut, but remarkably, unlike many middle-aged women, they don't sag; instead, they remain firm and perky like a young woman's. Initially, I had no incestuous thoughts. Although I have a thing for mature women, I didn't think in that direction. But one day a year ago, my mother came to my classroom. That day, she was wearing a tennis outfit: a light yellow short-sleeved top and a matching short skirt. Back in the classroom, my deskmate said to me, "That's...that girl." Not wanting others to know my mother works at the school, I said, "A teacher asked me to help with my Youth League membership application." He said, "Hey, that butt is huge! It's comparable to the English teacher's!" Our English teacher is over forty, but you can still tell she must have been a beauty in her youth. She often wears long skirts, which we all fantasize about because her butt is too big to fit into her pants. We all day long, we'd fantasize about how to get with her. I casually told her to get lost, but then I suddenly started comparing my mom to our English teacher, and with this fantasy, I thought about my mom's big butt, and I instantly got an erection. After finishing evening self-study and getting home, my mom was taking a shower; my dad was still away on a business trip. I ate my meal absentmindedly, wondering what my mom looked like in the bathroom next door. While I was eating, my mom came out of the shower wearing a bathrobe and lay on the sofa watching TV. The loose bathrobe didn't hide her figure, and I got an erection again. After finishing my meal, I said to my mom, "Mom, let me give you a massage, so you can experience my skills." My mom joked, "Did you do something wrong? Why are you being so attentive?" She then leaned forward on the sofa. I went over and sat down, saying, "You're really wronging me. Serving a beautiful woman is what I should do." My mom and I both laughed. First, I massaged her shoulders and back. After a while, my hands moved down, gently massaging her round, shapely thighs. While she was engrossed in watching TV, I subtly lifted a corner of her towel and discovered she was wearing white underwear. Her round, firm buttocks were visible, and a dark shadow clung to her inner thighs. My heart raced; I almost fainted. I put the towel down, calmed myself, and casually continued massaging her buttocks. Before I could finish, she wriggled her hips and said, "Stop massaging! You're taking advantage of your mother!" I said, "A massage helps shape your buttocks." She sat up and said, "Go to sleep, you're so sharp-tongued." For the next while, I read some articles about massage techniques and took every opportunity to massage my mother, taking advantage of her. Gradually, she became less averse to me touching her buttocks during massages, though I always did it through a towel or under a blanket, leaving me feeling itchy but helpless. Until one day, I finally got my chance. It was a Saturday, and my dad was working at the accounting firm and was out of town again. When I went for my morning run, I saw a sign at the entrance of our complex saying there would be a power outage for maintenance that night. I didn't pay much attention at first, but when I got home, an idea came to me. Since our area is known as an "furnace," it gets very hot in early June, so we basically have to keep the air conditioning on. When I got home, I suggested to my mom that we go to the tennis club my classmate owns around 4 pm when it's cooler. My mom agreed. My idea was that while playing tennis, I could look at my mom's figure, get into the mood while I played, and after the game, she would be very tired. After she took a shower, I could give her a massage, and she would fall asleep peacefully. Then I could enjoy my mom properly. Touching her butt would be a small case, and I might even have the chance to caress and taste her vagina and anus. What? You say it's disgusting? I have to say, my mom has a slight case of mysophobia. If she's working, she has to wash twice a day in this kind of weather, and she changes her underwear almost every day. I think she's much cleaner than many girls. That morning, I sat in front of my computer in my room, daydreaming, occasionally letting out a creepy smile and swallowing sounds. However, the weather turned against me; it suddenly became overcast in the afternoon. It's quite cool here when it rains, but—and I must say, overcast skies before the rain are absolutely awful—sultry, humid, scorching hot, in short, unbearably hot. So, I must say, my afternoon basketball game and my daydreaming vanished. That afternoon and dinner, in the sweltering heat, I had a very depressing time. After dinner, unsurprisingly, the power went out a while later. I played on my phone for a bit, and my mom said, "Go take a shower; there's no air conditioning, it'll cool you down after a shower." After I finished showering, my mom went in to shower, and I turned on my iPad. The moment it booted up, a wonderful idea occurred. My mom came out wearing a towel after showering, and I said, "Welcome, Miss X, masseuse number one is now at your service." Mom chuckled and said the little rascal was being naughty, then sprawled on the sofa watching a movie on her iPad—a carefully selected and treasured film I used to keep. As an Oscar-worthy sex film, I admit that the first time I watched it, I had my head up for an hour straight. I pounded on her forehead; the sweltering heat had made her sweat. With a mix of nervous excitement and something else, I told her to take off her yukata, it was so hot. Mom hesitated for a moment and said it wasn't that hot. I… After a while, it was getting dark outside. Since the air was difficult to dissipate in the room, Mom told me to get a fan. I said I'd rather take off my yukata; I'm just wearing shorts, I'm not hot at all. Mom sat up and took off her yukata. In the dim light from the window and the iPad screen, I saw that she was wearing a pink bra and pink panties. After I had her lie down, I noticed that the panties were a bit small, only covering her buttocks and the area around them, leaving most of her white buttocks exposed. I then understood why Mom hadn't wanted to take off her yukata earlier; it was so bright outside, and the panties were so revealing. If it weren't for the stuffy weather, she probably wouldn't have taken them off. I slowly kneaded and massaged her legs from her ankles upwards. Her long, shapely legs were so perfect, and I started to really fall for her. When I touched the peak of her buttocks, she trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything. I began to intimately touch her plump buttocks. Touching them through the yukata and touching them with my own hands were completely different sensations. The smooth skin and excellent elasticity made my hands feel incredibly good, while my penis was extremely envious. I gently kneaded Mom's buttocks into various shapes. Then, the movie's plot caught my attention—yes, it was that R-rated scene. A naive young man, a beautiful mature woman, long legs, large breasts, passionate lovemaking, earth-shattering... After this scene, I found my hands covering my mother's buttocks, motionless. An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air. My mother's posture was stiff. I casually remarked, "Mom, your figure is much better than that woman's." I heard my mother take a deep breath and laugh nonchalantly, agreeing. Then I continued massaging my mother, but this time it involved more than just touching. During another emotional climax, I couldn't resist any longer. I openly used my right hand to pinch my mother's shoulder, while my left hand slowly caressed her buttocks, from the left cheek to the right, feeling the elasticity of her buttocks and the allure of the cleft. After touching her two or three times, I got carried away and leaned down to sniff the cleft of my mother's underwear. The scent of her shower gel mixed with a peculiar smell, that primal aroma spurred me on, and I kissed her buttocks. My mother turned around abruptly and asked what I was doing. I hesitated for a moment and said I was sleepy and wanted to lie down and take a nap. My mother said to go to the bedroom, but I said it was cooler in the living room, and I should watch a movie and leave me alone. My mother seemed to say something but didn't, and went to watch the movie. I lay on my mother's buttocks and carefully inquired about the smell. After a while, my mother got tired of lying down and lay on her side to watch the movie, and I didn't get another chance. However, this experience strengthened my determination to win over my mother. It rained all night that night, and the next day it was much cooler. When I got up, I noticed that after the ambiguous night, the atmosphere between my mother and me had changed inexplicably. My mother was wearing capri jeans, and when she went out to say hello, I jokingly patted her buttocks and said I was leaving. My mother actually said naturally, "Come back soon." Sensing this change, after my run, I went to the flower shop at the entrance of our neighborhood and bought a small bouquet of roses. When I got home, Mom had already prepared dinner and was watching TV in the living room. Seeing me come in, she said, "What are you doing with your hands behind your back? Go wash your hands." I jumped up, knelt on one knee, placed the roses in front of her, and said, "Darling, I love you." Mom was surprised and said, "You're so generous with money at such a young age. Next time you spend like this, I'll reduce your allowance." But I still saw a hint of a smile in her eyes.From then on, my mom and I started having intimate gestures like lovers, such as patting her bottom, pinching her bottom, rubbing her bottom, or suddenly appearing from behind and hugging her. Although I inevitably got scolded, it didn't matter; taking advantage of her was the key. When riding the bus, if my mom was sleepy, I would smoothly put my arm around her shoulder and let her lean on my shoulder to sleep, and she wouldn't refuse even in her drowsy state. My mom and I also developed a tacit understanding: whenever my dad wasn't around, my mom would let me massage her after taking a shower, but she rarely wore only underwear; more often, she would wear a towel. Slowly, summer vacation arrived, and the first Wednesday was my mom's birthday. I bought a set of black VS underwear online in advance. Putting aside the bra, the thong made me want to see what my mom would look like wearing it the moment I saw it. At that time, the students had already gone on vacation, but the teachers had to stay at school for an extra week to grade papers, hold meetings, and summarize things. July is also the time when companies prepare their semi-annual reports, and my dad was also very busy, so he just called to wish my mom a happy birthday. Mom seemed a bit distracted this morning and at noon, and she was somewhat unresponsive when I spoke to her. I knew she was waiting for me to wish her a happy birthday, but unfortunately, the surprise was in the evening. As soon as Mom left for work in the afternoon, I got to work. First, I tidied up the house, rearranging the large items in the living room according to my plan. Then I went out and bought candles, flowers, the ordered cake, ingredients for two dishes I've been making since I was four, and that seemingly harmless, fruit-flavored red wine that easily makes women let their guard down and get drunk. After returning home, I timed everything perfectly, busied myself with preparations, and then, excitedly, locked the door, waiting for Mom's arrival. The sound of the key turning filled the air. While frantically lighting the candles, I asked, "Who is it?" (If it were Dad, I'd be devastated). Mom said, "It's me. Why can't I open the door?" I said, "Wait a minute, I'm taking a shower." Mom said, "Why did you lock the door while showering?" I said, "I'm afraid someone will come in and spy on me." Mom said, "Who's watching you?" I opened the door and said, "Look!" I arranged 36 red candles into the shape of a heart and placed them by the door. The curtains were drawn. The living room had only a round table and two chairs. Thirty-six bouquets of roses, arranged in oddly shaped "Happy Birthday" signs, lay on the floor. On the table was a birthday cake, a pink box (full of my fantasies about VC underwear…), four dishes, and two bottles of wine. I said, "Mom, Happy Birthday." The smile on Mom's face, combined with her suit dress, made me want to pull her to the table. Mom asked what the gift in the box was. I said I'd show it to her after dinner. I poured the wine, pulled out my prepared n toasts, and began my attack on Mom. She clearly didn't see through my intentions. Like the US attacking Iraq, we finished both bottles of wine in no time. By the last glass, we were both a little tipsy. I looked at Mom and said, "I love you forever," then drank it all in one gulp. Mom finished hers too. There weren't many dishes, because there was still cake to be made. After dinner, I opened the cake, cut it, and gave it to my mom. I asked her how it was, if it was delicious. She seemed unaccustomed to this kind of attack, having already drunk over a bottle of red wine—though even the best wine is still wine, after all. Her voice was somewhat seductive as she said it was delicious. I put my left arm around her and smeared cake on her face with my right. She gasped and tried to run away, but I wouldn't let her. So, we started a cake-fighting session. During this time, my right hand "accidentally" touched her buttocks through her short skirt. Before I could even feel it, she hit me with cake. A few minutes later, we finished the cake. We sat facing each other, laughing at each other's antics. After a while, I said, "Mom, I want more cake." She said, "There's none left." I went over and, pretending to be cute, hugged her head, saying, "You still have some on your face." She laughed and said, "Go ahead and eat it!" She didn't expect me to actually bend down and lick the cake off her face. She said, "Go take a shower, I'll clean up here." I answered and let go of Mom to take a shower. After showering, Mom had already cleaned the living room. I held up the box containing the underwear and said, "Mom, this is your gift." Mom asked, "What?" I said, "Go take a shower, and then there will be a surprise when you open it." Mom took it and went to shower. I pushed the sofa into the living room, moved everything back to a distance, and sat on the sofa, fantasizing that Mom would come to me in black underwear, walking like a cat, giving me a flirtatious look, and then sit on my lap, and then... Mom came out, but unfortunately, she was still wearing a bathrobe. I asked, "Did you open the gift?" (Note that I didn't say "Mom," I wanted to create a sense of equality and authority). She said she opened it. I asked, "Did you put it on?" Mom looked at me without saying anything. I knew that this foreign brand of red wine still had some effect. I said, "Mom, let me give you a massage." Mom did as she was told, as usual. I walked over as usual, grabbed my mother, and pulled back her bath towel. Sure enough, she was wearing the underwear I'd bought her. My mother nervously asked what I was doing. I pleaded, saying I just wanted to see, and then gently pulled her to lie face down on the sofa as usual. My mother blushed and complied. Under the dim yellow light of the living room lamp, I finally got my wish and could openly see my mother's body, even though it was from behind, even though she was wearing underwear… Only a black bra strap adorned her fair back. As usual, I began massaging her. The scents of flowers and wine added to the ambiguous atmosphere, making both my mother and me tremble slightly. That temptation, I didn't know where it would lead, how to proceed, how to face it—the temptation itself had become a temptation. Okay, whatever, I'll follow my feelings, whatever happens, happens. I gently rubbed the snow-white skin on my mother's back… My fingers moved downwards, slowly reaching her waist. I'd never understood the meaning of "slender enough to be grasped in one hand," but today I finally understood. Reaching this point, my right hand couldn't help but caress, gently tracing my mother's waist. A tangled web of fantasies began to form in my mind; I imagined how alluring her serpentine waist would be as it swayed. My mother's body stopped trembling, as if anticipating my touch. Finally, I brushed past the black t-shirt. The curve from my mother's waist to her buttocks was incredibly arousing. Her pert buttocks would be the envy of countless self-proclaimed beautiful girls. My left hand gently supported my mother's waist, while my right hand slowly caressed the peaks of her buttocks, from left to right. My mother's two white, pert buttocks were at my mercy. I didn't stop; that beautiful cleft was there, and I wanted to savor it slowly. I... My fingers stroked down to my mother's feet. Her small toes twitched under my touch, giving me the urge to kiss them. I gently kissed her toes, then slowly kissed my way up her right foot, finally reaching her buttocks, which I had longed to see. I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed her hips and licked her buttocks vigorously. Her legs were tense; I knew she was getting nervous. After a while, I used my hands to spread her buttocks apart. I froze, staring at her beautiful, deep cleft. Beneath the thin black band, her beautiful, dark red anus was exposed. Her delicate chrysanthemum was laid bare before my eyes. I felt an urge to cry. After thinking about it for so long, I had finally seen it. I lowered my head, wanting to admire my mother's anus more closely. My face was pressed against my mother's buttocks, and I gently breathed on her anus. A soft breath escaped her lips, giving me the final courage. I frantically spread her buttocks, kissing her anus and cleft with all my might. The scent of the shower gel completely masked its unpleasant odor. At that moment, I had a vulgar thought of my mother vigorously washing her anus with shower gel. Her tight anus and continuous sighs fueled my madness. I kicked off my slippers, climbed onto the sofa, and, like in an AV, straddled my mother, kissing her cleft with all my might. My mother tried to cover her private parts with her hands, saying it was dirty. I shoved her hands away and indulged myself even more forcefully. Most of the time, I, an ordinary person, am confused. But in that moment of ecstasy, I suddenly understood, I had an epiphany. I clearly understood what my mother's bottom line was and what I should do next. And history proved me right.I got up and hugged my mother, turning her over while kissing her lips. She tried to push me away, but I knew it was just a gesture and ignored it. After a while, she parted her lips and began to respond. I kissed her, sucking on her saliva, our tongues intertwining. Her breathing became heavy. I released my hand from her head, kissing her as I carried her to my bedroom. Once inside, I closed the door with my foot; the curtains were already drawn. My mother and I began rolling and kissing on the bed. I kneaded her breasts with my right hand and roamed her back with my left. A muffled sound escaped her throat. I released her lips and began kissing her face, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. Then I hugged her tightly, feeling the soft warmth of her breasts. In the intense friction, I suddenly felt the urge to ejaculate. I thought to myself, "Damn it." Then I let go of my mother, ceasing all physical contact with her, and began kissing her breasts. I took her nipple into my mouth, slowly swirling and sucking it with my tongue. My mother relaxed, gently pressing my head against her breast. I placed my hand on the base of her thighs, using my fingers to part her legs slightly, and continued deeper, slowly caressing her private parts through a thin layer of her panties with my middle finger. After a while, I slipped my finger inside her panties, gently exploring, and finally found the entrance to her warm, moist vagina. I rubbed it back and forth at the opening, and my mother finally began to moan softly. I got so excited I almost ejaculated again; I thought I couldn't take it anymore. I took off my underwear, let my mother hold my penis, then rolled over and did a 69 position, spreading her legs apart and holding them down with my hands. Then, through her underwear, I started kissing her vulva. The slightly pungent smell aroused me even more. I guided my mother's hand to stroke my penis a couple of times, then released it. Her soft hand obediently began to stroke it. I rolled her underwear to the side and licked her vulva. Her vaginal fluids increased. I stuck my tongue inside her vulva, licking her warm, moist flesh. My mother cried out. I sat up and inserted my right index finger, stirring it around for a while. Then I told my mother to lift her buttocks. She lifted them, and I found her anus, gently squeezing my wet index finger inside. My mother twisted her buttocks, trying to escape. I said, "Don't move," and she let me... I put it in, then used my thumb to stimulate both my mother's anus and vagina. It was the first time I'd seen my mother moaning with her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. The stimulation from her small hands was unbearable. I told her to spit on it, and she leaned down and dripped saliva onto my glans. Stimulated, I said, "Mom, kiss me and I'm about to cum." She licked my glans a few times with her tongue. I held her head so she could stick her tongue out at my penis, while I used one hand to vigorously stimulate her vagina and anus. Then I ejaculated on her face, some even landing on her tongue. The extreme physical and psychological pleasure made my mind go blank for a moment. All I felt was—it was incredibly good! From the beginning, I knew my mother wouldn't agree to incest, but I thought she would agree to everything except penetration in that situation. If I insisted on penetration, she might slap me, and I couldn't force myself on her. So, this was the best outcome I could achieve. Later, when I asked my mother, she said the same thing. Will Mom ever willingly make love to me, letting me put my penis inside her vagina? I don't know. Maybe never, maybe today. Right now, Mom is lying on the sofa in a super seductive short skirt, watching me write this. Okay, let me ask. "Mom, can we make love today?" I reached my hand inside Mom's short skirt.

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