Incest taboo

My tongue pried open my mother's mouth, searching for her sweet little tongue. She turned her head to avoid me, but I caught it. The collision of our tongues made her tremble slightly. I hugged her tighter, my tongue darting up hers and sucking and licking. One hand reached behind her, groping her smooth back, my fingers finding the bra strap, which I fondled and played with. My

hot tongue aroused her, and she relaxed, slowly responding, licking my tongue back and forth. Her body grew hot too. She was no longer the unresponsive mother I knew from sleepwalking moments. I knew our relationship was about to turn a new page.

Seeing my mother, somewhat intoxicated in the moonlight, I was no longer satisfied with just kissing her. Overjoyed, I placed one hand on her waist and the other on her thigh, lifting her up and carrying her into the inner room. My mother, now as limp and powerless as a mother cat, nestled in my arms. She avoided my gaze, her eyes half-closed, but her hands, in a mixture of resistance and attraction, wrapped around my neck. My fair-skinned, voluptuous, mature mother, now held in my arms, exuded a captivating allure, and waves of pleasure washed over me. Then I tossed her onto the sofa, pressing my body against hers.

"No, no, don't press down on me like this... um, it's a little uncomfortable..." My mother gasped, trying to resist, but it sounded more like a moan.

At this moment, my mother's long, black hair was slightly disheveled, her starry eyes were half-closed, and her full, firm breasts heaved with her rapid breathing. Her skirt trailed below her knees, revealing a section of her snow-white thighs, her calves dangling over the edge of the sofa, her feet adorned with a pair of pink sandals she had changed into. With each beat of her heart, even the camellias tucked in her hair seemed to pulsate, their petals opening and closing, accentuating her graceful, ladylike demeanor. But now, in my eyes, she appeared incredibly sexy and alluring.

I ignored her words, nakedly staring at her with my eyes, while lowering my head to press my cheek against hers, my tongue darting across her face, neck, and earlobes, nibbling at them.

"Don't...it tickles," my mother's kitten-like moan sounded less like a rejection and more like an invitation. I kissed her eyebrows, eyes, and nose, then moved to her cherry-like lips, my tongue aggressively probing inside, teasing her tongue, constantly sucking at her saliva. My wet kiss silenced my mother's mouth, and soft moans escaped her nostrils. My burning desire infected her as well; she couldn't resist and began to respond with her own tongue, passionately plunging it into my mouth for a tongue-fight.

The kisses of my beautiful, mature mother and her sweet saliva fueled my burgeoning desire. I eagerly reached out to grasp her large breasts. She resisted again, trying to pull her mouth away, but her tongue, which had just been inside me, was now firmly in my mouth. Unable to escape, she reached out to pull my hand away from her breasts, but her delicate body was too weak to move.

Her breasts were well-maintained, round and firm, like two steep jade peaks, creating a beautiful curve in her bra. I held them in my hands through her bra, fondling and kneading them.

My mother tried to tell me to stop, but her tongue wouldn't escape, so moans of "Mmm...mmm...ah...oh..." escaped her nostrils and echoed in my ear. Her breasts were a sensitive spot, and her son's caresses were constantly arousing her desire.

Unsatisfied, I reached out and touched my mother's smooth thighs. Her skin was as white as snow, delicate and smooth, and felt very comfortable. My lustful hand kept touching and caressing her, sometimes gently touching her calves, sometimes kneading her thighs, and then slowly climbing up to her full buttocks.

My mother's buttocks were rather large; one hand couldn't cover them all. I could only stroke and play with the left side of her buttocks for a while before returning to the right. The mature and sweet fragrance emanating from my mother's body constantly tempted me to take more. My lustful hand slid along the cleft of my mother's buttocks towards her secret garden. Through her thin panties, I quickly covered her genitals. My mother's vulva was somewhat hot, with specks of moisture on her panties and a few pubic hairs peeking out, which I played with with two fingers. My hand was wet, and my mother's honey pot was constantly emitting heat. I knew that my mother was also aroused, and my lustful hand unconsciously increased the pressure.

My mother's body trembled, and she turned her head more violently to get rid of my tongue. She also hurriedly reached out to grab my hand that was playing with her genitals, with great force. The mother's reserve made her want to stop me. Her son was playing with her genitals; this sexual act wasn't something that could be explained by affection like kissing. It clearly crossed the line between mother and son, and the taboo of incest filled the mother with both shame and anxiety.

[The End]

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