A real mother's daughter

Touching my face, the burning handprint still throbbed with pain. I hated my father; he would beat and scold me at the slightest provocation. Sometimes, even the smallest mistake wouldn't go unpunished. Not only me, but my mother, my sister, and my brother all suffered the same fate. Sometimes I wondered how my mother could endure him.

A breeze picked up outside. I slowly drew the curtains, gently wiped away my tears, and prepared to take a hot shower to forget today's troubles.

I went into my room and grabbed a few pieces of underwear and pajamas. Suddenly, a slight pain shot through my chest. I touched it; it seemed to be from an accidental bump when I was being beaten. Tears instantly welled up uncontrollably.

I rushed into the bathroom, tears streaming down my face. On the way, I vaguely saw my mother looking at me sadly.

I closed the door, took off my clothes, and looked in the mirror, where I saw the bruise again. I quickly turned on the shower, stepped into the bathtub, closed my eyes, and let the cool water wash over me. Faintly, I thought I heard myself sobbing.

"Why can't I have a happy home like other eighteen-year-old girls? Why?"

A few knocks came at the door; it was my mother's voice: "Can I come in, Mom?"

"Mom? Come in."

My mother opened the door and then closed it again. I wiped the water droplets from my face and saw my mother looking at the bruise on my chest with tears in her eyes.

"Mom!" I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. Ignoring my wet clothes, I hugged my mother tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I've never stood up for you these past few years. I'm so bad."

"No, no, I know you've suffered a lot too, Mom. I've never blamed you." ...And so, we hugged each other for a while.

After a while, my mother let go of me and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, saying, "Do you remember how much you loved taking baths with Mom when you were little?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Can Mom fulfill her responsibilities as a mother one more time?"

I didn't answer, but I helped my mother unhook her bra.

My mother should be forty-one this year, but she has always maintained a youthful appearance and her figure has remained unchanged. Sure enough, when I unhooked her bra, a pair of extremely full breasts sprang out.

I immediately helped her take off her pants and underwear. Her dense pubic hair, delicate and snow-white skin, rosy nipples, and long, beautiful legs exuded the charm of a mature woman.

My mother stepped into the bathtub, letting the water wet her body first, and then gently embraced me. In that instant, I felt an unparalleled peace.

My mother's hand slid to the bruise on my chest, gently stroking it.

I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my chest, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. I felt so comfortable, so happy.

"Mom," I called out meaninglessly. One hand embraced my mother, and the other hand involuntarily reached between her legs.

At that moment, we seemed to have found comfort in each other, found an object to vent the pain that had accumulated for many years. We forgot our identities, the distance between us, and our kinship.

My mother's hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts, gently pinching my already hardened nipples, my waist, my thighs, my lower abdomen, my…

The cool water made my mother's body slippery, and her soft labia were covered in sticky fluid. I used my middle finger to draw small circles around her clitoris, and with a little force, it slid into my mother's vagina.

In an instant, my mother groaned "Ah!" Her five fingers, which were holding my breast, tightened. My feelings were like floating to heaven. I trembled and groaned, and I raised my left leg and hooked it around my mother, so that my genitals could rub against the outside of her thigh. At the same time, I increased the number of fingers moving in and out of my mother's vagina to two. I found that my fingers were covered with sticky love fluid.

My mother raised my raised thigh with her right hand, and we lost our balance and fell down. In this way, my fingers slid out of my mother's vagina, and my mother spread my legs and put her tongue to my genitals.

My mother, as expected of someone with so much experience, first licked the inside of my thighs, circling around the outside of my labia majora. Only when I couldn't take it anymore, my breathing becoming heavier, did she begin her assault on my clitoris.

I felt my lower body already releasing a good fluid, mingling with my mother's saliva to moisten my sensitive area. My mother's tongue moved faster and faster, occasionally slipping inside me. I couldn't resist; my hips unconsciously swayed up and down with the movements of her tongue. I caressed my breasts, my wet pubic hair, and tried to spread my legs wider to achieve a more intense orgasm. I moaned and gasped, "Ah! Ah!" No, I couldn't take it anymore. A tremor ran through me, and I finally reached my climax. I pulled my mother closer, pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her deeply. My mother's lips were covered in my vaginal fluid. A strange taste mixed with a sour sensation, and I couldn't help but thrust my penis into my mother's vagina again.

My mother's vagina was already engulfing my three fingers like fire. I kept thrusting back and forth, sucking on her dark red nipples. I sucked hard, and a little bit of milky fluid spilled from her nipples. My mother bit her lip, closed her eyes, and her flushed cheeks were enjoying supreme pleasure.

My mother's love fluid flowed continuously, making her lower body softer and softer, and her entire vulva turned a deep red. I casually picked up a bar of soap and slowly rubbed it around my mother's clitoris. Unexpectedly, along with my mother's vaginal fluid, the soap "plop" slid into my mother's vagina, with only a third of it still outside.

At the same time, my mother groaned loudly. I took out the soap, turned around, and spread my legs so that my vulva was touching my mother's. I don't know if it was the soap or our love fluid, but the slippery feeling made our friction smoother and more intense.

I deeply felt the softness and heat of my mother's labia. Our clitoris were both erect, and we could even feel each other. Our moans, the splashing water, and the rubbing of our fluids created an unbearable pleasure, and we reached another climax.

My mother and I washed each other for a while. I felt a little ashamed; after all, she's my mother, how could I…? My mother seemed a little embarrassed too. Had we gone too far? Or perhaps we weren't ignoring our family bond, but rather trying to bridge the generation gap of the past few years in another way!

We dried ourselves off, put on our pajamas, and I led my mother into my room: "Mom, can you sleep with me tonight?"

My mother smiled and nodded.

I never imagined I would one day enjoy sex with my mother, and now we not only masturbated each other, but we even enjoyed it immensely. Although my mother and I were both a little embarrassed, that intense and excruciating climax just now prompted me to lead my mother to my room.

My mother seemed unwilling to give up, silently putting on her pajamas and entering the room with me.

I don't know if what happened in the bathroom just now was considered sex; I experienced an unprecedented climax, but my hymen probably hadn't broken yet.

I closed the door behind me and turned around to see my mother taking off her pajamas and getting into my bed. She was only wearing a half-cup bra, the two small pieces of pink fabric barely covering her large breasts, and the deep cleavage looked like a burning fire hidden inside.

My mother's panties were also pink, almost translucent. A closer look revealed tantalizing glimpses of her alluring figure.

As women, we have one advantage over men: we can experience continuous sexual arousal. So when I saw my mother's seductive body, an unnamed desire arose spontaneously.

I took off my pajamas, even my bra, leaving only my panties, and slipped into bed.

"Mom, I...I want more," I shamelessly told her. I knew today might be the only day in years I could feel my mother's love.

My mother took my hand, guiding me to caress her entire body, from her face to her soft lips. She slightly opened her mouth, licking my fingertips with her tongue. Then she took my hand to her slender neck, her smooth shoulders, and then her breasts, her nipples.

I freed one hand to caress my mother's breasts, kneading and playing with them. I buried my head between her breasts, carefully biting and licking them.

My mother's waist began to move, swaying up and down. She deliberately parted her legs, straddling my lower abdomen. I felt her panties were soaked, rubbing against my stomach, the water stains revealing her red lips, almost spilling out.

Trembling, I pulled down her panties, the scent of soap from her shower wafting towards me. I moved my body, bringing my mouth to her vulva, using my tongue to comb through the pubic hair near her labia majora.

My mother's waist swayed even more vigorously, she rubbed her full breasts, pinching her hard, red nipples, making soft, meaningless sounds, "Mmm, mmm."

Soon, my mouth was full of my mother's vaginal fluid, slippery. I thrust forward, moving my erect right breast towards my mother's vaginal opening, continuing to rub my hard nipple against her sensitive area. Her soft breasts met her hot labia, merging into one.

My left hand wasn't idle either, constantly inserting into my wet vagina, stroking my erect clitoris. We felt each other's passion, waiting for the ecstasy of orgasm.

Suddenly, I heard the door open. Turning around, I saw my fifteen-year-old brother staring at us, mouth agape, completely bewildered.

In that instant, my mother and I wished we could disappear into a hole in the ground. We felt our bodies burning with shame.

For a long while, we stared at each other, speechless.

Finally, my mother, being more experienced, stepped off me, covered her private parts with the blanket, and then said softly and casually, "What's wrong? Do you need your sister or Mom?"

My brother then came to his senses, his face contorted with tears, and said to my mother and me, "Sister, Dad, Dad hit me again. Mom, it hurts so much."

"Come here, let Mom see."

Seeing the bruises all over my brother's body, my mother and I couldn't hold back our tears again. Despite being completely naked, Mom hugged my younger brother tightly, and I hugged them back.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/161872.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=161872&aspx=1

Previous Page : My Nine-Headed Lolita Girlfriend

Next Page : A man was found naked in a park and disciplined by an elderly man.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

A real mother's daughter

comment Open a new window to view comments