Mom is exclusively mine -Chapter 8

Unfortunately, my lust was so strong at the moment that I was only concerned with the dazzling white big breasts in front of me, and I didn’t pay attention to her eyes. Otherwise, I would have seen a trace of guilty maternal love in her painful and struggling eyes. Maybe her son’s urgent action of sucking her nipple evoked her long-lost memories.

Mom’s big breasts are attractive, but I know that my ultimate goal is not here. After licking and kneading these snow-white breasts for a few minutes, I let them go for the time being. Under Mom’s confused gaze, I quickly took off all my clothes. The whole process was estimated to be only more than ten seconds.

“Ah!” the mother cried out softly.

I played with her tits for so long just now, and she had been holding back without making any sound. She only gasped when I bit her nipples with my teeth. Could it be that she was frightened by the huge thing under my crotch?

Hehe! I have a say in my own capital. At least among Oriental men, this is about 17 or 18 centimeters long! Thinking about it again, no matter how big the penis is, it was born by the woman in front of me, so I reluctantly suppressed the idea of showing off.

“John … wuwu … is this really necessary?”

She started crying again. She protected her breasts with one hand and covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

“Of course!” I suppressed my irritability and replied unhappily, then unceremoniously pried open her hands on her chest, leaned over to lick her big breasts again, and went straight to the point with my other hand, lifting up her already rolled up skirt, pushing open her tightly closed legs with my knees, and covering her purple lace panties with my big hands, and frivolously rubbing my mother’s most private labia with my fingers…

“Well … don’t do that, John … I’m your mother, ah … this is incest, I will be struck by lightning!”

“Haha! If you want to chop me, chop me. What are you afraid of?”

“No … no…” Mom twisted her delicate and smooth body, making a final resistance.

It has come to this, how could I let her go? I originally wanted to take off her dress that was rolled up to her waist, but now I don’t have that idea anymore, in order to avoid any more accidents.

I just sneered at my mother’s stubborn resistance and said, “You must have had dozens, if not hundreds, of men on top of you. If they can do that, why can’t I? I pay many times more than them, don’t I?”

With just these few words, my mother collapsed on the bed without moving. These heartbreaking words completely trampled on her dignity as a mother. As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a little regretful. Seeing her desperate and lifeless expression, I felt a little guilty.

But this fleeting moment of conscience was soon covered up by endless lust, because the fingers that had been massaging and teasing my mother’s pubic mound felt that the thin piece of fabric of her lace panties had begun to get wet … This was a huge surprise.

It should be the mother-son relationship that caused my mother to have no sexual desire for me and resist my behavior from the bottom of her heart. Coupled with the drastic emotional changes, I tried my best to do it for five or six minutes before she had some physiological reaction. At this time, she completely gave up resistance, but she would not necessarily cooperate with me actively.

I licked her chest and abdomen while taking off her panties with great effort. In the end, I just lifted one of her legs and pulled it out, leaving the purple panties hanging on the other calf. Unlike in AV movies, I didn’t slowly appreciate the seductive scenery of my mother’s lower body. I even buried my head in her chest and didn’t even bother to take a look. I just used my fingers to caress her vulva for a while, and occasionally rubbed the sensitive clitoris above.

My mother covered her mouth and didn’t say a word no matter how I teased her. But when my fingertips touched her sensitive little bean, her body trembled slightly. When she felt even wetter, I tried to put my fingers into her vagina, and her body trembled even more frequently.

I simply used my middle and index fingers to thrust and rub my mother’s clitoris, while using my thumb to stimulate her clitoris. This time she couldn’t help herself, her lower body trembled slightly, and she made seductive nasal sounds. This teasing process lasted only two or three minutes. For the same reason, I couldn’t delay, as it would easily lead to complications. After all, she is my biological mother, and I can’t really force her to do anything. Taking advantage of the comprehensive attack from top to bottom at this moment, delaying her return to reason, we must strike while the iron is hot!

Finally, the last moment came. I felt my whole body begin to tremble, while my mother, like a lamb to be slaughtered, lay motionless on the bed with her white and tender body, her eyes already closed. This should not be shyness, but she may not be able to bear to see the incestuous moment of being violated by her own son…

Taking a deep breath, I suppressed the nervousness and excitement in my heart. Ethics and morals were thrown away at this moment. The woman in front of me, apart from her identity as a mother, is just an attractive naked beauty with big breasts, a slim waist, and slender legs. Isn’t this what most men pursue? What’s more, she is a prostitute! Yes, this is her identity! A high-end prostitute, costing ten thousand, haha!

Thinking of this, I no longer hesitated. I spread my mother’s legs apart, got down on my stomach, held my hard, hot cock, and pushed it against her wet pubic mound. The moment the glans touched her labia, I felt my mother and I both tremble.