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A crisp wind chime rang out as the door opened. This was a small coffee shop nestled in an alley near Taoyuan School. Its customers were usually office workers or teachers gathering there. Located in a secluded alley on the second floor, it was difficult for the average person to spot; you needed someone familiar with the place to know it existed. The female owner was my mother. My
mother had beautiful hair, not quite waist-length, but reaching below her breasts. Her hair was straight at the top, but the ends were curled inwards with a curling iron, so from the front, the ends would hook around the lower edge of her breasts. However, you wouldn't see this beautiful sight because my mother always wore a long apron—not the kind of nude apron worn by AV actresses, but a very ordinary straight long apron. The apron was dark gray, with the coffee shop's name on it. Two shoulder straps hung on her shoulders, a short rope buckle at the back of her waist, and two long white ribbons tied into bows at her hips.
My mother always wore very short clothes or pants, saying that since she had an apron, no one could see her standing behind the bar. But she forgot that I was always behind her, spying on her every day, watching the bow on her hip, swaying with her hips as she walked, the bow string swinging back and forth, paired with her shapely legs and sneakers, making her look even younger and cuter.
Opening this coffee shop was my mother's hobby, but don't think it was supported by my father. He ran off with another woman two years ago. My mother used to be a stock investor, so she would check stocks in the morning and open the shop in the afternoon. I heard that she had saved a considerable amount of money from her youth as a saleswoman until now. How did my relationship with my mother come about? To be honest, I had no intention of incestuous relations with my mother before. And mature women were fine with me; I preferred to train and tease women. The day we had sex was just an accident.
That day was the week after my father left. My mother was heartbroken and wept bitterly. As far as I can remember, my parents always argued fiercely, and my mother was always the one who ended up crying. That night, to make her feel better, I gave her a bottle of red wine. She kept cursing, as if she wanted to vent all the resentment accumulated over the decades. I saw her drink one glass after another and quickly told me to take it away. My mother cried in my arms, her tears like pear blossoms, which broke my heart.
My mother has always loved to dress up and dress young, never saying that she is old. Sometimes when I go shopping with her, she is mistaken for my sister, which makes her laugh uncontrollably. I always agree with her, which further deepens the relationship between us. I have read those incestuous articles, but my conversations with my mother are very natural. Unlike those articles, my mother doesn't worry about incest taboos or being forced or seduced by her son. We are more like lovers.
That night, my mother, who had drunk a little, started rambling incoherently. Exhausted, she cried until she was completely worn out. I had seen her suffer for a week, and I couldn't bear to see her like this anymore, so I made a decision. I wanted to give my mother an orgasm, to let her temporarily forget everything through the pleasure it brought. I originally wanted to lick her vulva, stimulate her clitoris, and give her multiple orgasms through finger stimulation, because I had a girlfriend and had sex in high school, and I knew that women in true sexual intercourse completely follow their body's feelings and enjoy the stimulation that sex brings without regard for anything else.
I believe that sex is a natural instinct, so I wasn't afraid of moral issues, but I also didn't find incestuous thrills in it. I just treated it as sex, a mutually beneficial arrangement. I held my mother and asked her if she wanted to feel good. She nodded, and I began to caress her body. My mother, slightly tipsy, knew what I was doing but didn't stop me. I kissed her lips, neck, and behind her ears. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it all.
I stripped my mother naked. She lay on the bed, shyly close her legs, her hands covering her private parts and nipples, her eyes unsure where to look. I began to caress her entire body, starting with her breasts. My hands pinched and kneaded her teardrop-shaped nipples, squeezing and rubbing them until her nipples hardened. Then I opened her legs, my tongue licking from her mouth down to her genitals, past her cleavage, belly button, lower abdomen, and pubic hair, finally revealing her vulva. I spread her slightly swollen labia with both hands, licking and sucking, gently pinching her clitoris. This caused my mother to moan repeatedly, her legs swaying from side to side, her hips twisting up and down. She rubbed her own breasts, biting her fingers, sucking and licking, completely forgetting I was her son, enjoying the burning, tingling sensation of her clitoris.
Finally, I extended two fingers and scraped the sticky inner walls of her vagina. My mother cried out even louder. I felt more and more vaginal fluid flowing through her. With my left hand, I pressed one of her legs forward, making her vulva rise. As my fingers moved faster, the vaginal fluid increased, soaking the sheets. My mother sat up, supporting herself with her hands behind her back, her legs spread wide like a frog's. With a soft moan, a stream of clear fluid gushed from her tender opening between my fingers, even causing her to squirt. That night, I made my mother orgasm more than ten times, including the vibrator I had hidden; otherwise, my hand would have been sore. The
next day, my mother slept in my bed. Because her bed was covered in vaginal fluid, I spent the whole night washing the sheets and blankets. Only after washing them did I fall asleep under the bed. In the morning, my mother felt dizzy and weak. When she saw herself sleeping in my bed and then discovered me under the bed, she woke me up and asked me to come up and sleep there. I held my mother close, as if she were my lover. She seemed to know what had happened the night before, but said nothing. She simply stripped me naked, and we embraced each other, both naked, without speaking, only gazing at each other with deep affection. Then our embrace tightened, and we kissed passionately. My mother stroked my penis and told me she wanted me to feel good too. I really wanted to, but staying up all night made me sleepy. I told my mother why, and she blushed and hid herself under the sheets, saying that there wasn't that much discharge.
Her coquettish look was so cute. My mother held me until I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was already afternoon.
I had expected my mother to be very angry, because we are mother and son, and I had helped her with this incestuous act. But to my surprise, she didn't say much, remaining as usual. However, unlike before, she seemed happier and more energetic, which made me feel relieved. That evening, while I was showering, my mother knocked on my bathroom door and asked if I needed help washing. A little embarrassed, I opened the door. My mother came in, wearing only a towel, completely naked in front of me, and began to scrub my back, applying shower gel to her hands and massaging my body, especially my penis, washing it very carefully.
I don't know if this was my mother's way of repaying me, just for helping her orgasm last night? Was my mother planning to make me feel good too? I don't know, but I know that my penis has started to get engorged with blood under my mother's rubbing. My mother looked at my penis with a shy expression. My hands were kneading my mother's buttocks. I kept caressing everything on my mother's body, whether it was her breasts or her pubic hair. The two of us helped each other bathe. I saw my mother quickly stroking my penis. Under the shower gel, her slender fingers rubbed it up and down quickly. I tilted my head back, and my glans was between my mother's fingers. I ejaculated all the semen that I had held back yesterday because of helping my mother with finger sex onto my mother's face, and a few drops fell onto her breasts.
My mother picked up the showerhead and rinsed me with water. My still-erect penis, throbbing after ejaculating, was still pulsating in her palm. She gently squeezed and massaged it to clean away the remaining semen. I gently leaned my mother's head against hers and slightly brought my penis to her mouth. She looked at my face, and I gave her a pleading look. She then used her fingers to make circles, grasping the base of my penis and began to suck and lick it. I wasn't satisfied with just one ejaculation, and with the sound of her sucking, my penis instantly became hard again. My mother's tongue was very skillful; I don't know why, but she seemed very used to oral sex. Her lips sucked hard on my entire penis, the suction was so strong. She was sucking and teasing with her tongue, while her hands moved up and down on the outside. I couldn't take it anymore.
I quickly told my mother to slow down. I asked her to hold my breasts between her palms and give me a blowjob. My mother gave us both another hot shower first. During the shower, I kept scratching my vagina from my anus down with my fingers. My mother held my penis. After a while, my mother knelt down and put my penis between her breasts. It wasn't as big as those in porn. It was somewhere between CD and C, but it was still big enough for a blowjob. My mother held it tightly with her palms, while her fingers pressed my penis against her breasts to prevent it from falling out during the thrusting.
This was a visual treat. The identity of my mother was long forgotten; she was now my woman, a woman willing to give her body to me. I began to twist my waist, the slippery feel of her breasts pressing against me wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was a strange sensation. With each thrust, my mother would stick out her tongue, licking my glans, even opening her mouth so that I could directly pour my glans into her mouth with each stroke. Finally, I pressed my mother's head down, repeatedly thrusting my penis into her mouth, each time going deep into her throat. Several times, I pressed her head down, making her swallow the whole thing. Seeing her discomfort gave me a sense of conquest. My mother's mouth was covered in my pubic hair, her breath falling onto it. She squeezed my buttocks with both hands, making muffled sounds. When I thought it was enough, I released her. She took a deep breath, coughed, and just as she caught her breath, I forcefully shoved my penis into her mouth again.
After a few times, I opened my mother's head and made her suck and blow faster and faster. The sound of her saliva was so loud that I ejaculated into her mouth. I covered her mouth with my hand, not letting her spit it out, so she had to swallow it. This is oral sex and swallowing semen. I was so happy that I licked her clitoris and dug into her anus, making her wet with juices and moan continuously. When we went to bed that night, my mother and I chatted and talked like a newlywed couple. We teased each other and tickled each other. It was the first time I had seen my mother so coquettish. Her little womanly appearance was so cute.
That night, I pressed myself against my mother, twisting and turning her waist repeatedly. My mother wrapped her arms around my neck, making snorting noises. I fucked her three times that night, playing for a full four hours. There were breaks, of course, but I'm young and recover quickly. I didn't care if my mother wanted it or not; I just went for it. I used many positions, the final one being doggy style. My thrusts made my mother's buttocks ripple, the whole room filled with the sounds of slapping. My mother's legs were weak from my fucking, her whole body powerless, she could only let me release my energy until I ejaculated.
The next day, my mother slept all day, her back aching. Looking at my lovely mother, perhaps because of my father's departure, she transferred all her love to me. This kind of consensual sex between mother and son, I thought, could be considered a form of incest.
There were quite a few customers today. I helped my mother in the shop, serving light meals, making coffee, and washing some dishes. It was best not to let my mother leave the bar area, so that others wouldn't see her good figure. The bar was very high, and if customers sat on the high stools in front of the bar and didn't stand up to look down, they couldn't see inside the bar. At eye level, they could only see my mother's chest; the rest was blocked by the totem decorations on the wall in front of the bar. I looked at my mother's figure behind her apron, and today it seemed like she was wearing a small tank top and a very short, tight skirt—the kind that would expose her if she sat down. I saw my mother chatting happily with the teacher and other customers, so I went over to them.
While listening to the conversation next to my mother, my right hand restlessly scratched her legs, even rubbing her buttocks with my fingers. My mother glanced at me, but pretended not to notice. I guessed that my mother also enjoyed this kind of teasing. In front of the customers, she suppressed the itch in her private parts and let me play with her like a pervert on a train, her fingers constantly digging into her vulva. It turned out she was wearing a thong. I simply squatted down and spread my mother's legs. My mother seemed to know what I was going to do, so she deliberately leaned her upper body against the bar, letting me suck her vulva from the front. It was so tender and juicy. My mother blushed. Finally, she endured until the customers left. I stood up, and my mother said not to be too stimulating. I directly thrust my penis into her from behind, my hand resting on the bar. There were only a few customers in front of us, and they didn't notice what was happening at the bar. This kind of external sexual stimulation made my mother's heart race even faster. I pretended that nothing was wrong and slowly moved my penis, starting to rhythmically thrust. Whenever a customer came, I would pay the bill. Finally, all the customers left, and I didn't care if anyone else came in.
We were both burning with desire. My mother raised her buttocks high, her eyes scanning the door for customers. I held her slender waist and thrust in and out, eliciting muffled moans from her. Seeing no customers for the moment, I turned her around to face me, lifted her right leg, and thrust even faster. Her long, curly hair trembled. I pulled her apron to the right and then up her top, revealing a snow-white breast. I pulled down her bra, and her breasts swayed back and forth—this is breast jiggling. I squeezed her breast and then sucked on her nipple. I pulled her long apron to the left and placed it on the bar. My mother sat on the bar, her legs clamping around my waist. I reached under the apron's drawstring and faced her, passionately kissing and sucking her tongue. As the speed increased, her moans grew louder and louder. Finally, I squeezed her legs together and ejaculated deep inside her.
My mother held me, sprawled on top of me, while a puddle of semen flowed on the bar counter. Just then, the wind chimes rang again. My mother hurriedly knelt down, urging me to greet the customers. I pulled my mother's head towards my penis, and she licked away the last of my semen. She then rushed upstairs to the room reserved for our staff, tidied herself up, and then I changed. I looked at my mother's slightly flushed cheeks and her affectionate eyes. I enjoyed the sex my mother gave me, and I loved her more than anything else. Until the wind chimes rang again, and we were still in the shop, sinking into the vortex of incest between mother and son.

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