Mother's Incestuous Honey Hole

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my daughter crying. My son was already fast asleep on the other side of the bed, while I sat up to breastfeed my daughter. I was still wearing my sexy, revealing lingerie and black stockings, sitting
on the edge of the bed to feed her. Even though I was exhausted, I had to stay alert when breastfeeding. Suddenly, I felt my son move behind me, sneaking up to my side and resting his head on my stockinged thigh, trying to suckle from my other breast. I smacked him on the head, both amused and annoyed, but he shamelessly continued to suckle from below. My
daughter didn't react much to the breast, but the one my son was suckling on—whether it was due to incestuous feelings or his tongue teasing my nipple—instantly produced an incredibly tingling sensation, like milk flowing freely.
My son touched my stockinged thighs and buttocks while teasing my nipples. I ignored him, suppressing my pleasure and focusing on feeding my daughter.
After feeding and changing my daughter's diaper, I settled her down to sleep again. But my sneaky son grabbed me from behind. I was about to yell at him and hit him on the head when suddenly he thrust his strange penis into my already wet vagina from behind.
"You brat, oh…!" Before I could even yell at him, I was already clinging to the edge of the crib, being brutally penetrated by my son. Afraid of waking my daughter, I kept my genitals tightly connected to my son's, slowly moving to the edge of the bed step by step. As soon as I placed my hands on the edge of the bed, my son began to pound into me from behind. I'm twelve centimeters taller than my son, so it wasn't convenient for him to penetrate me from behind, but I could spread my legs or bend my knees, allowing him to thrust his penis into his mother's incestuous honey hole from behind without any obstruction.
I knelt on the bed, making it even easier for my son. He pressed himself against me from behind, his feet on the bed slamming against my stockinged buttocks, his feet also rubbing against my stockinged legs.
It resembled a dog mating position, and because of the size difference, the child riding a large bicycle looked even more obscene.
My son definitely wouldn't do that position. I don't know if he might have seen these kinds of adult materials with his classmates, but I think it's more likely that this kind of instinct is something he doesn't need to learn. As long as he can use his huge glans to ram into his own mother's cervix, he'll try any possible position. Being fucked from behind, my huge breasts swayed violently back and forth like bells, and my son didn't let them go either, grabbing my breasts from behind and rubbing and stimulating them with increasingly skilled and lewd techniques, making them spray a torrent of breast milk onto the bed.
While spraying what should have been sacred breast milk, I was being lewdly raped by my son from behind; every fold of my vaginal wall was scraped and stretched open by my son's exaggeratedly huge glans. For a boy who was only 14 years old, it was truly a genital organ that was far too powerful. Even a mature woman's body like mine succumbed to my son's strangely shaped penis without any resistance.
My already exhausted body was brought to the peak of pleasure by my son's relentless thrusts. As he ejaculated violently inside me again, I cried out in ecstasy, tears streaming down my face. It seemed that no matter how tired I was, the moment his penis entered me, it ignited a fire of desire within me.
I had expected him to soften after ejaculating, but instead, I heard him whisper in my ear,
"Mommy, I want more..." Exhausted, I swayed beneath him, pushing his still-erect penis out of my vagina. My impatient son eagerly thrust back in, but his inexperience led him to the wrong hole, shoving his semen- and vaginal fluid-covered glans into my anus .
"Oh...son, not there...ah!"
He seemed oblivious to my screams, relying on the abundant lubricant on his glans to plunge it deep into my anus. Whether he realized he wasn't penetrating my vagina or not, with sufficient lubrication, he still forcefully thrust his large glans into my rear.
Completely powerless, I was powerless to stop my son's brutal assault. Like a vagina, the large head of his penis scraped against my intestinal walls, but perhaps knowing he was in the wrong place, he wasn't very forceful, instead being remarkably gentle. Having never experienced anal sex before, I surrendered my virginity, feeling a constant urge to defecate, yet with a different sensation.
Every sensitive nerve in my intestinal wall was gently rubbed back and forth by my son's strange penis, giving me a peculiar pleasure beyond vaginal intercourse. My son gently bumped against my shapely buttocks clad in crisscrossing black sheer stockings, his hands again reaching forward to fondle my large, snow-white breasts, skillfully squeezing out the breast milk that hadn't yet been fed to my daughter, causing me to ejaculate directly onto the bed in a tingling sensation.
In this strange anal sex, I actually experienced a surge of stimulating pleasure, both perverse and exhilarating. My son, squeezed by my tight intestinal walls, couldn't hold on much longer before thrusting forward one last time. His penis, wide open, gushed out what seemed like the umpteenth gush of semen that day deep inside my intestines. Stimulated by this final ejaculation, I reached the ultimate climax of this incestuous act. Mother and son embraced again and drifted off to sleep.
—The
next day, my son still had to go to school, but I, wearing sexy lingerie and black sheer stockings, had already slept in a long time before finally getting up. Seeing that we were almost late, I hurriedly urged my son to change. I took off my sexy lingerie, changed into a white skirt, a purple shirt, sheer stockings, and high heels, and prepared to drive him to work.
I quickly stuffed some breakfast into his hand, rushed to the underground parking lot, drove out, put my daughter in her car seat in the back, and took my son to school. Unexpectedly, halfway there, my son cried out that he hadn't had time to poop in the morning because he was rushing out the door, so his stomach hurt and he needed to relieve himself quickly. I parked at a nearby fast food restaurant and told my son to hurry up and find the restroom.
But less than a minute after he went up, my phone vibrated. It was a message from him saying there was no toilet paper and he needed me to bring it up quickly. I had a bit of a headache, but the car's air conditioning was on, so I figured my daughter wouldn't be in any serious trouble. I took the toilet paper from the car to the second-floor restroom, knocked on the door, and Xiao Zhong quickly opened it. I handed him the toilet paper, but my son pulled me inside.
"Ouch!" Once inside, I realized something was wrong. My son wasn't having a stomachache at all; he wanted to rape me! He had already pulled his uniform pants and underwear down to his ankles, his oddly shaped penis flashing as he looked at me. "Mom, I can't take it anymore, please help me..." I stood frozen, unsure what to do. He urged me again, "Isn't my sister still in the car? Mom, hurry up, please..." My son's use of my daughter as an excuse left me helpless. Rolling my eyes, I turned around and leaned against the wall. I was about to pull my stockings down to my knees, but my son stopped me, pulling my sheer, flesh-colored stockings back up to my waist. He lifted my skirt, then forcefully tore a hole in the stockings at the crotch, making me squat down and pull my underwear to the side. He then thrust into me from behind. I
almost screamed, so I quickly bit my lip and covered my mouth. As my son thrust harder into my stockinged buttocks, he unbuttoned my shirt and slipped his hand under my bra, roughly pinching my 32g breasts.
The first time I had sex in a public restroom was incredibly stimulating. Especially the fact that it was my own 14-year-old son raping me from behind filled me with a mixture of nervousness and intense pleasure. Even without foreplay, my vagina was instantly fully aroused, and my nipples began to secrete milk as my son roughly squeezed my breasts. He turned my head from behind, and we shared a passionate, deep kiss, exchanging saliva and licking each other's tongues.
I'd only lost my virginity yesterday, how come my son was already fucking me like a pro? Even my husband of over ten years wasn't this good! Lost in thought, my son suddenly pulled away. While I was still wondering why he hadn't ejaculated yet, he sat on the toilet and pulled me onto him, gesturing for me to sit facing him and continue.
Eager to finish with my son and then look after my daughter, I quickly adjusted my position, swallowing his strangely swollen, red glans from above. In this position, he could suckle my breasts without wasting milk on the toilet wall. He could also place his hands on my shapely buttocks, clad in sheer stockings, and vigorously knead his favorite stocking-clad buttocks.
"Mom, your butt feels so good, so bouncy, especially in stockings, it feels so good," my son whispered lewdly in my ear, releasing the nipple from his mouth.
"Shut up and hurry up." I quickened my pace, my stockinged buttocks, which my son was tightly gripping, swaying as I squeezed his strange penis with my tight, elastic vagina like an electric motor. Holding his head allowed him to suckle my nipples more forcefully, letting copious amounts of milk flow down his throat. I tried to reassure myself, thinking, "Just think of it as feeding him breakfast.
" "Mommy, I want you to get pregnant," my young 14-year-old son said in a breathy, lewd voice.
"So we can tell our kids that you were born from Mommy wearing stockings and having sex with my brother in the fast-food restaurant toilet." "What?! Ah…!" What was he saying?! Did my second son really say that?
These lewd words somehow aroused me to the extreme, and I slammed down hard, vigorously stroking his erect, lewd penis. The son, unable to withstand his mother's heavy stomp, gripped my buttocks, clad in sheer skin-colored stockings, and thrust upwards violently, exploding his white, viscous pregnancy fluid deep within my vagina. The combined, deadly pleasure between mother and son caused us both to desperately seek each other's lips, sucking hard to avoid crying out in unison.
Even though my son had already ejaculated inside me countless times yesterday, today he still released his first large load of semen deep into my vagina, so hot that I couldn't help but shed tears of overwhelming pleasure as we kissed.
After we finished mating, panting, I quickly stood up from my son, only to have a glob of semen and vaginal fluid drip from my vagina, landing entirely on my son's uniform pants.
We glanced at each other, then tried to wipe it clean with tissues, but after about ten seconds, we gave up and decided to go home and change.
After we managed to tidy our clothes, my son peeked through the bathroom door to make sure no one was watching, then slipped out one after the other and quickly returned to the car parked outside the fast food restaurant.
On the way home, I scolded him, and he obediently listened without arguing back. While scolding him, I used the remote to open the underground parking garage and drove to our parking space. After parking and engaging the handbrake, my son reached for my right leg, gently stroking my right thigh, which was covered in nude stockings. My God, was he aroused again?
"Mom, let's do it in the car." Good heavens, I've ejaculated several times in the last couple of days, and my son can still do it?!
And does he completely ignore school? But then my son slipped his hand under my skirt and touched my swollen vulva, as if his hand had magic, and I immediately softened again.
Making sure the parking lot lights were dim enough so passing cars wouldn't see us, I reclined the seat and let my son straddle the gearshift and press down on me. I pulled up my white skirt, then yanked the wet panties beneath my already torn sheer stockings to the side, allowing my son's strangely large glans to force its way into my labia.
Was there some kind of magic at play? Even though my vaginal opening felt incredibly swollen and dry, how could I feel such intense pleasure the moment his penis entered me? He used the ridges of his enormous glans to scrape against my vaginal walls, making my entire vagina feel incredibly pleasurable and itchy. And when he thrust in as deep as possible, the pressure from his glans on my cervix brought a squeezing pleasure.
While pressing down on me and forcefully penetrating me from the front seat, my son reached under my buttocks and cupped my stockinged buttocks, using the slow but powerful thrusts to push me even deeper.
He also pulled out my 32g breasts, which were about to burst the buttons from my shirt, and sucked them dry, consuming their maternal milk. I don't know what's wrong with my breasts. I never feel this kind of sexual pleasure when my daughter or husband suckles. But the moment my son's mouth touches my nipple and he starts sucking, whether it's a light suck or a frantic suck, it's like an electric shock blast through my upper body. Being breastfed by my son feels incredibly pleasurable.
The car bobbed up and down with the rhythm of my son's actions. If someone passed by, even if they couldn't see clearly, they would know someone was having sex in the car. But no one would guess that the 37-year-old beautiful woman and the 14-year-old junior high student inside were actually a mother and son engaged in a shameful incestuous act.
"Mom, I can't take it anymore...it feels so good...more..." I was already experiencing wave after wave of pleasure, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't take it anymore, yet I cried out to my son for more. At my cries, my son grabbed my buttocks, which were covered in flesh-colored stockings, and thrust deeply into my lower body, ejaculating once again deep inside me.
Just when I thought it was finally over, my seemingly tireless son suddenly opened the car door, scaring me half to death. He stepped out and pulled me down, my legs almost giving way. Before I could figure out what he was doing, he pulled me to the back of the car, made me put my hands on the back, spread my long, stockinged legs apart, and thrust into me again from behind.
This endless marathon of sex was almost driving me crazy. I was exhausted, but my sexually aroused son, who had only lost his virginity yesterday, was like a tireless breeding machine, repeatedly penetrating the stockinged beauty he had treated like a breeding bitch.
He lifted my right leg, which was clad in nude stockings, and straddled it on the rear bumper, thrusting into me from between my two stockinged legs at an even deeper angle. Unable to control my son's raging desire, I could only lean against the car and let my son, who was only in the second year of junior high school, mate and enjoy himself on my wanton body. It was clearly me who initially indulged in teasing my son, using my wanton breasts, glistening with breast milk, to make him my captive.
But in the end, I was enslaved by his bizarre penis with its enormous glans, becoming a tool for his powerful reproductive abilities.
"Give birth to my child, Mom!" my son growled in my ear one last time, then grabbed my two stockinged legs, slamming me, exhausted from my orgasm, against the back of the car. I pressed myself against the car, crying as my son released his insatiable lustful seeds into my vagina, his own private domain.
—I
sat on the bed, fully clad in a bodysuit, my upper body slightly bowed. My son leisurely rested his head on my black stockinged thighs, sucking on my 32g breasts through the bodysuit, while I used my slender fingers to stroke his strangely shaped, hard penis. That day, to celebrate what I was about to tell him, I specially bought an extremely expensive full-body stocking bodysuit online. From neck to toe, everything was covered in fine, high-quality stockings, even my genitals.
Just as my son was enjoying nursing, and I had ejaculated from his penis, shooting out a large amount of semen like a fountain, I pulled out a pregnancy test from behind me and told him that Mommy was pregnant.
"Really?" My son looked at me in disbelief.
"Yes, really," I said, waving the pregnancy test in front of him. The result was clearly visible:
I was pregnant.
A month has passed since my first sexual encounter with my son. In the meantime, I've only had sex with my husband once, and that was with a condom. Of the nearly one hundred times I've had sex with my son, not a single time was with a condom. Perhaps I've been too indulgent, constantly telling myself that I just had my sister, so I couldn't possibly get pregnant again; my son is still a child, his ejaculation inside me wouldn't make me pregnant, and if I did, my husband would think his condom had leaked… But actually, I might be thinking: I just want to be pregnant with the biological child of this boy who drove me crazy.
"Great!" My son pounced on me, his penis, which had softened slightly after I helped him ejaculate, hardening again. He skillfully massaged my white, rosy breasts, hidden beneath my stockings, then opened his mouth and forcefully sucked the milk through the delicate, sexy stockings, playing with my 32g, wanton breasts. My breasts were being suckled so intensely that I couldn't stop my son from nursing. I cupped his face and kissed him deeply, exchanging saliva and licking each other
's tongues. Unable to resist his caresses any longer, I leaned over the edge of the bed, facing the doorway, letting him enter from behind. My stockings were completely soaked with my juices, and with enough lubrication, he didn't tear them. He thrust into me from behind, his large glans pressing against the thin stockings as he entered my vagina. The stimulating sensation made me cry out in pleasure.
"Ah, so good! Son, Mommy's going to die of pleasure! Husband, your wife's going to die of pleasure!" I didn't know if it was pain or pleasure, or both. As my son continued to fuck me from behind, I cried out in ecstasy, sometimes calling him "son," sometimes affectionately calling him "husband" and referring to myself as his wife.
"Yingxue, you slut, you're my stocking-clad milk-spraying bitch!" My son called out his mother's real name in a lewd manner, but I didn't resist at all, using my stocking-clad buttocks to meet his ravaging, matching his incestuous title.
"Fang Yuzhong, I, Song Yingxue, will always be your stocking-clad milk-spraying bitch!" I cried out my son's full name joyfully, tilting my head back and desperately squeezing his strange penis, which was penetrating my body through the stockings, with my
stocking-clad buttocks and cunt. My son squeezed my pair of lewd, huge breasts covered by the bodysuit from behind with both hands. With each pinch, streams of milk spurted from my nipples through the stockings, the nectar that connected us in this incestuous mother-son relationship.
"Mom, you're pregnant and your breasts can stay the same size, so you can continue to breastfeed me, it feels so good." My son continued to stimulate me with his words, and then thrust into my elastic, stocking-clad cunt from behind through the stockings.
"Mommy's been pregnant and giving birth to your babies, and then breastfeeding you. Son, you're going to keep fucking Mommy to death!" "Okay, I'll shoot all this semen into you, shoot you to death! Shoot your slutty mommy Song Yingxue to death!" My son gripped my slutty breasts tightly, spraying a large amount of breast milk onto the bed. His lower body thrust forward forcefully into my body, his huge glans pressing against my cervix through the delicate stockings, frantically shooting out a splatter of foul-smelling semen deep into my cunt.
"Yu Zhong, my husband, I want to give you a dozen more babies... Ah... So good..." At the peak of pleasure, I arched my upper body and cried out, the deadly pleasure accumulating inside my breasts and deep in my uterus like a thunderbolt to my brain. Reaching the peak of orgasm, I felt as if I were melting into my son behind me, bound together by the joy of incest, flying to the sky, only wishing that our connected slutty genitals would never separate again, forever and ever intertwined in a frenzied mating.
The climax hadn't subsided when the door suddenly burst open. My husband, mouth agape, stared speechlessly at the mother and son locked in their ecstatic mating, unable to utter a single word.
"Husband...don't you have a dinner party today...?" My body trembled, my son's swollen penis still inside me through my stockings, the relentless pleasure driving me to stammer,
"Mom, I was lying." My son, still throbbing from ejaculation, his penis hardening, resumed its virility, gripping my stocking-clad body and once again ravaging his own mother in front of his father, my husband. His small stature forced the tall, slender, stocking-clad beauty to submit to his terrifying sexual prowess.
"Daddy, Mommy is my stocking-clad, milk-spraying bitch now."
[The End]

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