The son in the dream explained.
(Is…is that so?…Well…okay then…it’s just a dream anyway…)
With a blush creeping onto her face and lost in thought, Mom surprisingly agreed to lower her arm.
A pair of large, firm, snow-white, exquisite breasts, perky and full, rested upside down on the mother’s chest, towering high, round and full, delicate and smooth.
The curved lines and the shimmering essential oil on the delicate, snow-white flesh were mesmerizing.
The small breast pads above the breasts subtly revealed a ring of pale pink areolas.
Especially after losing the restraint and shaping of the bra, these exquisite breasts still created a deep cleavage between the two soft mounds, making them extremely alluring.
For the first time, her precious breasts were exposed to a man other than her husband, and it was her own son.
Even though it was a dream, two blushes lingered on her fair and beautiful face, making her look charming and alluring.
(Now we begin the formal breast massage…)
The son in the dream remained expressionless.
(Um…)
The mother gave a shy “Mmm,” her heart pounding like a deer’s, and Rouyi couldn’t help but clutch her tightly.
Just as the mother was feeling extremely nervous and shy, the son in the dream reached out his hand.
Instead of directly climbing up his mother’s two high, white, and delicate breasts, he first placed his hand on both sides of his mother’s waist and ribs, gently and slowly pushing the skin around the side breasts with his palm.
The mother’s muscles were tense, but when her son’s hands massaged and lifted around her accessory breast, her tension was quickly replaced by the comfort brought by his skillful technique.
Her wide eyes closed unconsciously, and her tense muscles relaxed as she enjoyed the massage of her son’s warm hands moving around the edge of her breasts.
But soon, Mom felt her chest getting hotter and hotter, and her breasts felt like they were burning with fire.
Her sensitive and delicate nipples even felt like countless ants were biting them.
It wasn’t an itchy feeling, but an indescribable discomfort.
The mother couldn’t help but open her eyes and look at her chest.
She saw her own son’s large hand stroking and moving quickly across her fair, smooth, and delicate skin.
Her own son was touching her body.
The mother tightly pursed her pink lips, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her heart was filled with shame.
Then, the son slowly moved his hands to his mother’s tempting, large breasts.
The mother’s eyes widened immediately as she watched as her son’s hands easily grasped her firm, large breasts.
(Ah…
how…
how did it…
touch me like that…?)
The mother’s half-naked body trembled, and she let out a soft cry, her heart filled with panic.
(Did you hurt Mommy?…
It’s my fault…
Mommy’s milk ducts are a little blocked…
They feel a bit hard when I press…
That’s why I pressed harder…)
Just as the mother was feeling extremely shy, her son in the dream suddenly said something shyly.
(Is…is that how it is?
But…a mother and child massaging like this…even in a dream…it doesn’t seem quite right…)
The mother shyly tried to refuse, but her son’s hot and strong hands still firmly grasped her two full, snow-white breasts.
His burning palms pressed tightly against her breasts, and the blush on her pretty face instantly spread to the roots of her neck.
(I am my mother’s biological son…
I must love and cherish my mother…
Mom, don’t think too much…
This is my way of showing filial piety…)
In his dream, the son continued to knead his mother’s soft, supple breasts.
(Is…is that so?…Oh, I see…What a good son of mine…He’s so filial even in my dreams…)
The mother’s pretty face flushed red with embarrassment as she thought wildly, but her dry mouth suddenly swallowed a mouthful of sweet saliva.
Her son’s kneading had just given her a shameful pleasure!
(My son’s hands…
feel so good…
no…
this is my son showing filial piety…)
The mother blushed, her eyes welling up with tears.
Just as she was about to stop, the hot hand on her chest began to move.
Her son’s burning palm and fingers slid over her tender, sensitive breasts, making her tremble.
She bit her soft, rosy lips tightly, too nervous to speak.
The mother even felt that, under the massage of her son’s hot hands, her nipples, hidden under the breast pad, were quietly standing up against her will, and the engorged nipples could be clearly seen as small protrusions against the breast pad.
(My breasts are swollen…
and I feel wet down there…
How could I be in a dream…
feeling aroused for my own son…
Could it really be because…
I’ve been empty for too long…
After all these years…
I haven’t been satisfied by my husband…
Even when I’m most horny…
I’ve only been able to relieve myself with my fingers…)
The mother was ashamed to find that her vagina seemed a little wet!
The mother couldn’t help but raise her small hand to cover her private parts, but as soon as she raised it, she remembered that her every move would be seen by her son in his dream, so she moved her delicate hand to cover her cherry lips.
(This…this won’t do…something will happen…)
Just as the mother mustered the courage to call a halt, her son’s hands, burning hot like needles, moved from her chest to her nipples.
(Oops!
This won’t work…
You can’t press this button!)
The mother protested, her pretty face flushed red.
Her remaining rationality told her that the nipples were beyond the scope of the massage.
(Mom’s milk is blocking this area…
If you don’t express it, your mastitis will occur…)
The smile of her son in her dream became blurred in her eyes.
(No…don’t talk nonsense!
Mom weaned her many years ago!
No…don’t pinch!
This isn’t a massage…let go!)
The mother struggled to raise her hand to push her son’s hand away, but her arm was weak and powerless.
Her blushing face began to show an angry expression.
(This is of course a massage…
a massage technique to help mothers unclog their milk ducts…)
In the dream, the son’s lips began to turn up, and he pinched his mother’s nipple with his thumb and forefinger, constantly changing the position as if he were expressing milk.
The mother, unable to move, began to blush, her two soft and tender breasts became firm and swollen, and her two small and sensitive nipples swelled up from being teased and aroused by her son’s hands.
The mother bit her lip to suppress a moan.
Her breasts had already felt much better during the massage, but shortly after her son started expressing milk, an electric-like sexual pleasure surged from deep within her uterus, surging through her nipples like a continuous line, and a warm current was released from her nipples.
(Mom…look…the milk is leaking…)
The son in the dream reminded her, and the shy mother looked down and was stunned to find that her breast milk was indeed flowing out.
(This is…
how could this be…
why is milk flowing out…
the feeling of milk flowing out…
so comfortable…
it’s almost like…
a breast orgasm…
right…
this is a dream…
it’s a dream…
why did it turn into such a strange dream…)
This wonderful feeling made the mother close her eyes in comfort, and the milk, which was originally just a few drops, began to flow out in a steady stream as the masseuse skillfully squeezed it.
In the dream, the son increased his strength, and the milk gushed upwards in streams, soaking his mother’s body.
(My son’s technique…
is amazing…
I’ve never felt anything like it before…
when milk is expressed from the breast…
it feels so good…
the milk flows like a fountain…
so wonderful…
this massage feels like a caress…
if only my husband could do this too…)
Mom slowly raised her head, her whole body trembling.
Unconsciously, her two legs, clad in stockings, began to rub together.
It felt so good.
Her sensitive and tender vulva was already overflowing with clear, lubricating fluid.
However, because her attention was entirely focused on her breasts, the mother did not notice that the love fluid that had flowed out had soaked a small patch in the center of her underwear.
The wetness from the love juice wasn’t very large, but it completely exposed the mother’s slightly protruding vulva.
The two plump and moist labia majora were half-open, with two pink petals forming a long fleshy slit in the middle.
When the son squeezed the mother’s nipples with both hands, the pink fleshy slit hidden under the mother’s panties was like a pink and delicate cherry lip, opening and closing slightly as the nipples were squeezed.
(Mom, son, I need to squeeze out the rest of the milk a little harder…)
In the dream, the son whispered to his mother.
(good…)
The mother’s large breasts were comfortably spraying milk, so pleasurable that she temporarily forgot her shame, closing her beautiful eyes to feel the bliss.
(Mom, I’ve put in extra effort…)
After saying that, the son in the dream squeezed his mother’s breasts with a little more force.
His mother’s elastic, soft and delicate snow-white breasts were squeezed and squeezed by her son, and the shy and lovely mother breathed out from her dreamy cherry lips.
Suddenly, the son in the dream lowered his head, took his mother’s erect and blooming pink nipple into his mouth, and began to suckle the milk.
“Ah…” Feeling the electric-like pleasure coming from her chest again, the mother felt the warmth of spring coming to her nipples, and her body became even hotter.
The mother couldn’t help but open her eyes and see her son in her dream suckling at the milk gushing from her nipple.
Her heart pounded wildly, her pretty face flushed with a blushing, intoxicating beauty, her soft, delicate lips slightly parted, and a shy whisper escaped her lips.
(Who…who told you to suckle your mother’s…breast milk…didn’t we agree on massage?
This is too much…)
(Mom, don’t be afraid…
I’m just worried about wasting it.
Besides, didn’t I use it a lot when I was little?
Mom, don’t move around, it’ll be clear soon…)
In his dream, the son answered while sucking on his mother’s two pink nipples, his fingers squeezing and gripping the base of her breasts, causing his mother’s even breathing to become heavy, and her soft, delicate body to convulse and tremble.
(Ah!
No…don’t do this…stop it…it’s going to come out…ah…)
The mother felt waves of pleasure emanating from deep within her chest, a pleasure that seemed to reach her uterus.
Instantly, her breasts gushed milk upwards like fountains, some of it landing on her face.
(No…we’re here…ah…um…um…)
As she approached orgasm, the mother couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.
The mother reached orgasm as her son kneaded and squeezed her nipples.
Although it was a dream, her mind was blank, as if her nipples and uterus were connected.
The mother held up her breasts, which were spraying milk, and pushed her son’s hand upwards, her whole body convulsing.
(Okay…
the milk ducts are clear…
that’s all for now…
Mom, you must be feeling uncomfortable here too…
let me massage it for you…)
At this moment, the son in the dream has a lovely smile on his face, but his finger is pointing to his mother’s wet and sticky vulva.
(Ah!
No need!
This area…
doesn’t need rubbing!
Mom isn’t uncomfortable…)
The mother looked terrified, fearing that her son would see her lewd side, not even in his dreams!
But the son in the dream completely ignored his mother’s protests and brazenly placed his hand on her private parts.
The mother’s panties were already damp.
The son’s hand easily reached through the damp panties to caress the mother’s slightly raised, soft, and tender vulva.
His middle finger gently pressed on the mother’s plump vulva, stimulating and teasing her until the mother let out an “ah” sound.
Her soft and delicate body went limp in her son’s arms.
(No…don’t do this…take your hand away…we’re mother and son…you’re being too presumptuous!
You can’t even do this in a dream…)
The mother cried out in her heart, both anxious and ashamed.
Although her son had already touched her breasts all over, her vulva was the most important thing for a woman.
She didn’t understand why her son would suddenly touch her virginity.
But the hand on her vulva made it impossible for her to think about the reason.
Her soft and weak body twisted and struggled helplessly in her son’s arms.
Her virginity was thus touched and entered by her son in her dream.
(Relax…
Mom…
This is just a massage…
We’re still wearing underwear, aren’t we?…
Dad hasn’t been home for so long…
Mom must be feeling bad too, right?
Let me help you release your pent-up emotions…)
In his dream, the son answered his mother’s inner thoughts while stimulating her tender, moist vulva with his fingers through her underwear.
(No…no…ah…)
Waves of electric pleasure surged from her breasts throughout her body, while waves of pleasure eroded and stimulated her honey pot.
It was as if all the strength in her body had been taken away by the pleasure.
Her soft, pink honey pot petals trembled under her son’s fingers, causing her supple waist to twist wildly like a water snake.
Her almond-shaped eyes could no longer be closed, and her seductive gaze revealed the intense pleasure of her desire.
(It’s so…it’s so itchy…son, please stop…quickly…quickly take your hand away…ah…)
The mother’s moans grew more urgent, her soft, flushed body tilting backward uncontrollably, revealing her snow-white, swan-like neck, her pretty face dazed, flawlessly flushed, and covered in fragrant sweat.
(No…we can’t do this…we’re mother and son…)
The mother, feeling both pain and pleasure, clenched her pearly white teeth tightly.
Her tender, youthful skin instinctively reached for her son’s hand, trying to cover her pink vulva, which was gushing out streams of love fluid.
However, the son still relentlessly stroked his mother’s vulva with his fingertips.
His panties, completely soaked with love juice, highlighted the pink flesh of his mother’s vulva, exposing her private pink vulva.
(ah!)
Suddenly, the mother let out a high-pitched scream.
Her curvaceous body tensed into a beautiful S-curve, and her two full and large breasts finally broke free from her son’s kneading and twisting fingers, swaying slightly and exposed to the air.
A pair of small, cherry-red, and jade-like nipples painted a beautiful and enchanting picture of a mother’s passionate love.
The son’s fingertips kept tracing the fleshy folds and labia of his mother’s sensitive vulva.
The mother’s small hands instinctively grabbed her son’s arm.
She deeply felt that if he continued to tease and provoke her, her body’s defenses would be breached, and she would be about to reach the peak of pleasure.
In his dream, the son used his fingers to part his mother’s vulva through her damp panties, then immediately moved his middle finger to squeeze the vulva shut, preventing the two petals from closing properly.
At the same time, his other finger pressed against the tender little pearl on his mother’s pink and soft vulva.
(ah…)
A series of stimulations came from the tip of her honey hole, and the mother’s body defenses could no longer be held back.
A stream of love fluid poured out, and her soft and sexy body suddenly tensed up.
Her pearly white teeth bit down on her pink lower lip, and soft, long, seductive moans came out from between her teeth.
Holding her son in his arms, the mother, having just experienced another climax, was completely drained of strength by the pleasure.
Her sexy and graceful body slumped against her son’s chest, her pretty face flushed and charming, her almond eyes hazy, and her pink and moist lips breathing softly, savoring the afterglow of her climax with shy tenderness.
The mother’s long, slender, and fair legs were lazily draped over her son’s thighs, unconsciously parted, revealing the private garden between her legs wide open.
The panties on her small, fleshy mounds were damp and shiny.
On the mother’s full, snow-white breasts, her delicate, snow-white breasts were covered with a dense layer of fragrant sweat, and a pair of small, lovely pink nipples were adorned with dewdrops, appearing crystal clear under the light.
(It seems Mom’s area isn’t clear yet, I’ll keep pressing it for her…)
In the dream, the son climbed onto the bed and knelt on either side of his mother’s long, straight legs.
(No…no…you…what else do you want to do…no…you can’t do this to Mommy…this isn’t a massage anymore…)
The mother tried to cover her exposed breasts and private parts with her hands, but she couldn’t muster any strength.
(But didn’t Mommy pee because she was feeling unwell?)
But the son in the dream shook his head and pointed to the wet stains between his mother’s legs.
(Ah!
I…
Mom…
this…
Anyway, you can’t continue!
This is wrong…
you know?)
The mother was so ashamed and nervous that she couldn’t even speak.
Normally, the mature and sexy mother had never been so flustered, but now she seemed to have lost her soul and couldn’t make up her mind.
She had never felt so ashamed in front of her son before.
Her pretty face, which was already flushed with sexual desire, turned even redder.
But the son in the dream ignored her and lowered his head, getting closer and closer.
(Don’t look…
Don’t look at Mommy’s…
Don’t look…
This is where Mommy gave birth to you…
You can’t look…
No!
I said no!
You can’t look at Mommy’s…
I’m your biological mother!
You absolutely can’t even in your dreams!)
The mother suddenly realized she could move her foot, so she stretched out her long, beautiful leg and kicked hard.
But her little foot went limp halfway through the air and ended up kicking her son’s mouth.
In her dream, the son didn’t bite his mother; he simply licked her delicate feet, the hot, wet, and warm sensation so real, yet so irresistible to his mother…
Then in the dream, the mother lay weakly on the bed, letting her son hold her jade feet in his mouth and lick them.
(No…don’t do this…oh…stop…ah…I’m your biological mother…)
The mother groaned in despair, tears of shame and indignation streaming silently down her face.
But her delicate body, as if under a spell, involuntarily leaned back…
In the dream, the son suddenly grabbed his mother’s jade feet, lifted them up and separated them, and then buried his head between his mother’s legs.
The mother couldn’t help but squeeze her legs together, trapping her son’s head between them.
(No…this can’t be…this is wrong…)
While covering her private parts with her hands, the mother screamed wildly in her mind, but her son in the dream seemed not to hear anything.
He calmly reached out and grabbed the hand covering his mother’s private parts.
The mother felt that her son in the dream was incredibly strong.
Her fair hand was forcefully moved aside, and her mysterious and exquisite honey hole was exposed.
(No…
Waaah…
Why is this dream getting more and more embarrassing…
Michelle!
Wake up…)
The beautiful mother’s private parts were forced to be exposed to her son in his dream.
He saw that as his mother’s two slender, snow-white legs were slightly clamped together, her beautiful honey hole was squeezed into a thin, long, pink and snow-white slit.
On the tender slit, crystal-clear water droplets glistened.
Her two plump, white labia majora were full and round.
There was not a single extra pubic hair on the edge of her mons pubis.
Only a small tuft of black pubic hair on her lower abdomen adorned the slit of her beautiful honey hole.
It did not affect the beauty of her mother’s pink and tender honey hole, but rather enhanced her sexy and eroticism.
The labia majora on both sides of the mons pubis were as smooth and white as the mother’s snow-white skin, without a trace of melanin.
As the hot breath from the son’s nose blew on the fair and plump labia majora, the mother’s two closed labia majora slowly opened like blooming flowers, revealing a moist and tender pink honey hole like that of a virgin.
The two labia minora, which were somewhat shaped like willow leaves, were pink and tender, with glistening water droplets hanging on the flesh, so tempting!
(Is this Mom’s mysterious and sacred private area?
Is all of Mom’s stress coming from here?
If so, as her dutiful son, I must massage and relieve her tension…)
In the dream, the son made sounds while reaching out to part the two plump labia majora.
The mother’s delicate labia minora opened up like butterflies, revealing a tight and narrow vaginal opening.
However, the mother’s small clitoris, as small as a bean, was still secretly hidden inside the vaginal foreskin.
The tender pink labia minora still stubbornly shouldered the mission of protecting the mother’s chastity, tightly guarding the wide-open vaginal opening.
(What kind of weird massage is this…
No…
Don’t look!
Son, get up right now…
Ah!
No…)
The mother felt her honeypot being constantly caressed by her son’s breath.
Her legs, filled with shame, clamped tightly around his head.
Her hands broke free from the shackles of the dream and shyly covered her honeypot again.
At the same time, her rosy lips opened urgently and shyly to express her innermost feelings.
(Mmm…don’t lick…no…please lick…)
Suddenly, the mother’s shouts changed, turning into a long, soft, and delicate moan.
It turns out that in the dream, the son, while his mother was struggling, opened his mouth and licked his mother’s exquisite vulva.
Her sensitive, itchy vulva was enveloped and licked by her son’s broad, hot lips and tongue.
Suddenly stimulated, the mother’s soft, sexy body arched into a beautiful “bow” shape on the bed.
Her snow-white body quickly turned a blush, and her excitedly raised peach-shaped buttocks unconsciously twisted from side to side, trying to avoid the invasion of her son’s mouth.
But in the dream, the son had already completely covered his mother’s narrow, pink, and tender vulva with his tongue.
His hot, sticky tongue was pressed tightly against the vulva, licking and caressing the sensitive vulva from side to side as his mother twisted.
The intense pleasure made his mother bite her pink lower lip repeatedly, and her rosy cherry lips emitted waves of blissful gasps.
(My body feels so weak…
I can’t muster any strength…
Hmm…
Is it because I’m dreaming…
Damn it…
This son in my dream…
He’s so domineering…
I hate him…
But…
He’s so good at licking…
Such amazing technique…
It’s so hot…
Hmm…
I’m actually experiencing pleasure…
I’m so embarrassed…
Sigh…
I wish my husband would lick me like this too…)
In the dream, the mother shifted her sexy body restlessly, her pretty face flushed red with embarrassment, looking extremely shy.
(Ugh…don’t…don’t lick anymore…it’s so…so numb…ah…hmm…)
The mother, feigning reluctance, raised her lower body, her upturned buttocks, no longer supported by the bed, forced into her son’s mouth, as if actively offering her honeypot to his mouth.
As her son’s slippery, wet tongue scraped against the most sensitive opening of her honeypot, the mother let out a high-pitched, delicate moan, and her raised body slumped heavily back down, collapsing limply onto the bed.
At the same time, the mother felt that the lips and tongue on her vulva were no longer pressing against her vulva, but what followed was an incredibly clear pleasure and sensory experience.
Her vulva and labia clearly felt her son’s slippery and hot tongue scraping against her labia.
Her son’s flexible and powerful tongue tip was pushing and licking against her sensitive vulva, and her clitoris was being pressed against by her son’s nose.
Her son’s breath was blowing directly onto her clitoris, making the pleasure particularly intense and particularly difficult to suppress.
(ah…)
Mother’s sexy body trembled with excitement, and her luscious red lips breathed softly, making one’s heart itch with desire.
The long-absent, empty vagina continuously overflowed with clear, crystalline love fluid.
Before it could even flow out and wet her vulva, her son’s tongue, which had blocked the entrance of her vulva, was rolled into his mouth.
The wet, smacking, sucking sounds were incredibly clear and lewd, combined with the mother’s soft moans, creating a symphony of lustful shyness and passionate fervor.
At this moment, the son in the dream suddenly twisted his head and frantically scraped his lips and tongue against his mother’s vulva.
By sheer coincidence, his nose, which was pressed against her clitoris, “swallowed” the clitoris into his nostrils.
The heat wave felt by the mother’s sensitive clitoris became even hotter.
The tormented and teased mother’s delicate body once again rose high, her hazy almond eyes tightly wrinkled, and she squeezed out seductive and beautiful moans.
Fortunately, this torment didn’t last long.
In the dream, the son twisted open his mother’s most sensitive clitoris, but what followed was his entire wet and hot mouth sucking on his mother’s clitoris from all angles, his lips and tongue tightly holding the little pearl and sucking and licking it.
(Ahhh…it’s so itchy…it’s so itchy…stop…ahhh…stop licking Mommy…oh…it’s so itchy…mmm…)
My mother twisted her body violently, trying to break free, but then she started lifting her body and pushing her honey hole into my mouth.
This was because her body had lost its balance and support, but it made it easier for her son to lick and taste her exquisite honey hole.
Even though it was a dream, this was the first time the mother had experienced such a stimulating and intense oral sex.
Her honey hole was enveloped by her own son’s lips and tongue.
The strange and stimulating feeling was something the mother had never experienced before.
The love fluid secreted from the mother’s honey hole and vagina gushed out like a tidal wave, but it was all sucked into the mouth of the son in the dream, who also made lewd smacking sounds.
(Mom is under so much pressure…
She’s been inhaling for so long but still doesn’t feel better…)
As the love juices increased, the son, who was licking and sucking the honey hole, couldn’t help but utter his inner thoughts.
(Mom…Mom doesn’t want you to…suck…this isn’t a massage at all…ah…you…don’t lick…ah…)
The mother, unable to contain her desire, responded to the tongue that was licking and sucking her honey hole.
The emotions that the mother had abstained from for so long finally broke free, and she breathed heavily as she sang loudly to release the long-lost pleasure of oral sex.
(Okay…
since Mom doesn’t like this kind of massage…
then I’ll use a vibrator to massage Mom instead…)
In his dream, the son regretfully withdrew his lips and tongue from his mother’s honeyed orifice, stood up, and cleanly and neatly took off his underwear, revealing a thick, veiny penis that stood proudly erect like a giant cannon.
The mother trembled, staring in disbelief, seemingly stunned by the size of her own son.
Her pretty face was filled with horror, but her eyes also revealed an undisguised confusion and bewilderment…
(I’ve seen my husband’s…
According to genetics…
How could my son be so big…
It must have been a dream…
No…
Even in a dream…
Xiaoxue!
How could you have such a shameless lewd dream…)
(Mom, isn’t your vibrator big?
It’ll definitely make you feel incredibly good down there!)
In the dream, the son was shaking his penis and making sounds while smiling.
(No!
No!
Son, no…no…you mustn’t have such a dream!
Michelle!
This is wrong…how could your son do this to you!)
Pain and ecstasy were mixed on her pretty face, but her shapely body lay limp on the bed, unresponsive.
Only her heavy breathing could be heard from her cherry lips, proving the torment she was suffering from desire.
At this moment, the son in the dream was already on top of his mother, his large glans pressing against her wet panties, unable to go any lower, and her two soft labia wrapped around the tip of his glans.
At this moment, the mother’s beautiful eyes were hazy and watery, her slightly parted pink lips twitching and trembling, her heart pounding nervously as if it were hanging in her throat.
(Son…
what…
what are you going to do…
you’re not going to penetrate me, are you…
no…
don’t…
you can’t penetrate me…
I’m your biological mother…
even in my dreams…)
Even in her dream, the mother was so anxious that she almost cried, her heart filled with panic as her son pressed the head of his penis against the entrance of her vagina.
Just as the mother was lost in thought, her son in her dream finally started to move!
The son pinched the base of his penis and pushed the large glans, which was so big that it was inside the lace panties, into the ground.
(ah…)
The mother, her desire hanging precariously on the edge of a cliff, let out a soft, seductive moan from her cherry lips, as delicate as silk.
The mother’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the extreme tension in her heart was replaced by waves of indescribable pleasure.
In this delicate atmosphere, the mother shamefully realized that her body had become weak and powerless, and the desire in her honey hole, mons pubis and even vagina had melted away.
If her son were to arouse his lust at this moment, the mother would be powerless to resist.
But the son’s thick, hot penis and glans were only slowly grinding around the entrance of her vagina, which made the mother unable to feel nervous.
The mother’s sensitive vulva was rubbed raw by the wet fabric of her panties, causing her to continuously overflow with love juice.
This juice was then squeezed out of her panties by her son’s large glans.
The mother let out intermittent gasps and moans.
The mother felt that her son’s teasing and grinding techniques in her dream were very subtle.
His glans, pressed against her underwear, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily circled around her tingling and itchy vulva, and sometimes he would press hard against her vulva.
She could almost feel the tip of his glans entering her vagina, but he did not go any deeper.
He just pressed against the opening and lifted it upwards, changing from grinding to scraping the sensitive flesh of her vulva.
This light and tantalizing touch stimulated every nerve in her body.
Whenever she felt her son’s large glans pressing against her vaginal opening, her heart would race with anxiety.
Then, as soon as his glans left her vaginal opening, it would vanish in an instant.
After dozens of such intermittent grinding and scraping motions, the mother was on the verge of collapse.
Finally, after her son’s large glans pressed heavily against her underwear, forcefully forcing open her contracting vaginal opening, she let out a soft, weak cry.
(No…
please don’t do this anymore…
it hurts so much…)
Hearing the sound, the son in his dream slowly stopped his half-hearted, shallow thrusting, but his swollen glans was still tightly embedded in his mother’s soft and tender vaginal opening.
If it weren’t for the lace panties, his swollen glans would probably have easily and smoothly slid into his mother’s tight, virgin-like vagina.
(Hmm…
Hmm…)
After they stopped, Mom was still lost in passion, moaning and groaning softly.
Although the tormenting glans no longer slid and ground, it forced open the entrance of the honey hole, using its scorching heat to iron the inner walls of the vagina, causing the layers of tender flesh inside the vagina to contract and spasm incessantly, continuing to erode and ravage the mother’s mind with an even more unbearable emptiness and despair.
The mother was almost in tears.
She had finally escaped the torment of being ground and scraped by the large glans, but a new round of uncomfortable yet somewhat irresistible emptiness had arrived.
The feeling of the large glans pressing against the entrance of her vagina and dangling her desire was truly maddening and made her scalp tingle.
(Is Mom comfortable?
Should we continue?)
My son in my dream sent me a concerned voice.
(Yes…
Ah…
No…
No…
Mommy, no…)
The mother felt a spasmodic, tingling, and itchy emptiness deep inside her vagina.
In a moment of confusion and passion, she blurted out her true feelings, only to regret it too late.
The mother’s panties vanished instantly, and the head of her own son’s large penis pressed intimately against her soft and tender vulva!
(No…
my dear son…
you can’t do this to your mother in your dreams anymore…
we are mother and son…
this is not allowed…)
Feeling the incredibly clear heat and hardness on her honey pot, the mother couldn’t help but tremble and whisper in her heart.
The son in the dream did not answer, but instead silenced his mother with his actions.
He lay on his mother’s snow-white body and swayed, his large glans, intimately pressed against his mother’s soft and tender honey hole, moving accordingly.
The large glans first pressed against the mother’s two plump labia majora, then the large glans squeezed hard and successfully pushed the labia apart.
The large glans slid straight down intimately against the moist, soft, and tender flesh of the vagina, and finally stopped at the entrance of the mother’s moist and tender vagina.
The hot shaft ironed and burned the flesh of the vagina and the sensitive clitoris.
(Please…
ah…
please don’t insert it…
um…
mother and child shouldn’t do this…
I don’t want this kind of dream…
sob…)
With her teeth clenched, her sexy and soft body seemed to have all her strength taken away by the big cock in her honey hole, and her cherry-like mouth could only utter a complete sentence intermittently.
Just as Mom was about to burst into tears, she suddenly felt the large glans that was pressing against her vaginal opening, ready to be inserted at any moment, move further in.
Mom’s vaginal opening couldn’t help but contract, releasing more love fluid, and her delicate body went limp and collapsed on the bed.
(No…this really can’t be done…sob…)
Now that things had come to this, Mom realized the danger, but no matter how she tried to stop it, the dream didn’t respond.
At this moment, although Mom’s cherry lips were still protesting, her flushed and hot face was already filled with seductive charm.
In his dream, the son kept grinding his penis against his mother’s vagina, enjoying the lubrication of her love juices and the softness of her vaginal petals.
(Mom, don’t be nervous…
This is a dream…
Mom just needs to enjoy your son’s massage…
Soon Mom’s stress will be gone…)
In his dream, the son answered while rubbing his penis, with the veins and glans, against his mother’s wet, soft, and pink vulva.
His swollen, purplish glans kept pushing open her soft labia, and he could hear his mother’s even breathing.
The mother never expected her dream to turn out this way, but soon, as her sensitive honey hole was constantly being ground by the big cock, waves of tingling, electric-like pleasure swept through her body.
The mother’s honey hole was gradually opened by the thick, hot cock, and after a few rubs from the penis, the two soft labia minora actually hugged her son’s thick shaft.
Meanwhile, the love fluid flowing from her vagina was also lubricating the big cock.
The mother’s body completely betrayed her will.
In her dream, her son kept thrusting his penis, which was intimately pressed against her honey hole, rapidly grinding up and down.
The coronal sulcus of his large glans would sometimes push open the labia minora that were wrapped around the shaft, and sometimes roll and twist the tight and tender honey hole of his mother, drawing out more love juice.
This tormented and teased his mother so much that even when she clenched her teeth, she could not help but let out charming and soul-stirring moans.
(Ah…it’s so hot…ah…son…you…you said it’s only for massage…you can’t…you can’t put it in…uh-huh…)
As her son’s large, hot penis pressed against her honeypot, the mother blushed with embarrassment, her almond-shaped eyes welling up with tears.
At this moment, the mother had completely given up; she was powerless to resist this strange dream.
Her fragrant, rosy cherry lips unrestrainedly released the intense pleasure within her body, while at the same time pleading with her son in the dream to only rub against her and not penetrate her.
Although the position of having her legs raised and exposing her vulva was dangerous, the mother still chose to believe her son in her dream.
In addition, after her son’s thick, hot penis rubbed against her vulva from the front, her eyes could see his big thing moving around in her pink vulva, so the mother relaxed again.
As more and more love juice was drawn out of her honey hole by the glans, the mother gradually became immersed in enjoying the sensation of her honey hole being intimately rubbed and scratched by the penis.
Just as the mother had hoped, the son’s large glans was grinding against her soft, moist, and tender honey hole.
Although it didn’t penetrate, each time the glans passed the entrance of her tender honey hole, it would stop, then the glans would throb and secretly tease and stimulate her sensitive honey hole.
Then, the glans would roll up the love fluid that had just flowed from her honey hole and vagina, moving it upwards and evenly spreading the love fluid between her honey hole crevices.
However, the mother soon realized something was wrong.
Her legs were being held up by her son around her waist.
How could she possibly kick him away?
And as her vagina became increasingly itchy from being rubbed, her body became more and more limp.
In this position, if her son wanted to penetrate her, he only needed to thrust once to fuck her vagina dry.
If that really happened, the mother wouldn’t have the strength to kick him away.
Tormented by the tentative, elusive intrusion of the large glans, the mother soon began to pant heavily.
Her long-suppressed desires were fully ignited.
At this moment, she was no longer thinking about whether her son would penetrate her, but rather hoping to quickly reach a satisfying climax.
(Ugh…
Ah…
It’s so hot…
Oh…
It’s so numb…
Ah…)
The mother moaned seductively, her eyes filled with desire.
In her dream, her son’s thick, large penis had been grinding against her honey pot countless times.
The large, round, and hot glans lightly touched and stimulated the sensitive entrance of her honey pot several times, but each time it only touched and stopped, grinding against the entrance of her honey pot.
The sensation of the mushroom-shaped coronal sulcus of the glans scraping against the soft flesh of the entrance of her honey pot and the labia minora was so obvious and so agonizing.
Several times, the son’s glans touched the entrance of her vagina and was about to slip in, but it quietly withdrew each time, leaving the mother’s desire hanging in mid-air, yet she couldn’t resist.
As more and more love fluid flowed out, the mother sadly discovered that her vaginal opening was already wet and slippery, and the pleasure from deep within her vagina or somewhere else made her lower abdomen feel swollen, as if something was about to spill out.
It was very vague, but the mother was certain that this was definitely not a sign that she was about to reach orgasm.
“Ugh…” The hot, large glans once again plunged into the honey hole and then withdrew, tormenting the mother’s legs and even her slender, sexy black-stockinged feet, which were tightly tensed.
As her lower abdomen became more and more swollen, the mother finally realized that she wanted to urinate in this state of extreme pleasure and extreme torment.
Fearing she might lose control of her bladder in her sleep, Mom panicked.
She bit her lip and tried to prop herself up with her arms, but it was no use; her body was weak and limp.
Just as she was about to muster all her strength to get up, the hot, round glans of my penis pressed against the entrance of her vagina once again.
The sharp tip of the glans had even sunk into her vagina.
She could clearly feel her vaginal opening enveloping my glans, and her vagina contracting uncontrollably in response to the intense arousal.
The desire that kept her hanging in mid-air and the shameful urge to urinate kept ravaging her mind, while my thick, hot, and large penis relentlessly ground and teased her honey hole and vaginal opening, the intense and elusive novel stimulation was unbearable.
(No…ah…don’t…continue…oh…stop…ah…)
The mother felt her body being tormented by her son’s penis, and she was about to lose control.
She gritted her teeth and whispered her innermost thoughts to her son in her dream.
She was so afraid that if this continued, she would lose control and let her son penetrate her.
The mother thought she could stop the dream, but her son in the dream was still rapidly thrusting his thick, hot penis in and out.
The large glans kept scraping against the mother’s soft, moist labia minora, and the round, swollen glans was slowly scraping against the mother’s soft, pink vulva petals.
The glans and urethral opening were slowly probing into the mother’s sacred vulva.
The mother felt the urge to urinate growing stronger and stronger.
In addition to the urge to urinate, there was an even stronger, unbearable hunger and emptiness rising up.
Each time her son rubbed against her, he stopped short, making the mother tremble and gasp repeatedly, forcing the petals of her vagina to wrap around the head of her son’s penis.
(No…no…stop…Mommy…Mommy needs to pee…ah…)
The mother, in excruciating pain, clenched her teeth and waved her slender arms, trying desperately to finish her sentence, but it was too late.
A gush of vaginal fluid suddenly spurted out, covering her son’s lower body and the bed sheets.
(This…this isn’t…peeing…it’s…it’s the legendary…squirt…sob…I’ve never experienced this with my husband…but in my dream, it was with my own son…it’s so embarrassing…)
Her mother’s charming face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment.
(Can…can we end this now?)
The mother lay weakly on the bed, panting as she asked, but her eyes were glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and she looked alluring and passionate.
(Mom is under a lot of pressure…
The pressure deep in Mom’s heart hasn’t been released yet…
so we can’t stop yet…
She needs further massage…)
In his dream, the son answered while adjusting the direction of his penis, moving it from its original position on his mother’s smooth lower abdomen to her moist, soft, and pink vulva.
The stiff, hard shaft easily pushed apart her moist labia, intimately pressing the shaft against the vulva’s opening.
The purplish-red glans pressed against the vulva’s opening and slowly moved down until it reached the entrance of her vulva.
His son’s large glans was now forcing open his mother’s narrow, virgin-like, delicate, and tight vulva.
The tip of the glans even revealed the exposed tender vaginal flesh.
The large, round glans completely blocked the vulva’s opening, preventing even a drop of love juice from flowing out.
(Ah!
That’s already…that’s too much…we can’t go any further…do you hear me…Mom has done enough…we can’t keep having this dream…)
The mother felt a large fleshy ball pressing against the entrance of her vagina.
Upon closer inspection, she saw that her son had actually pressed his round, large glans against her delicate, pink vaginal opening.
The mother was immediately alarmed, her charming, blushing face turning pale with fright.
However, her son’s large glans obediently moved away, and the mother couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
(Thank goodness, it’s not like they’re going to penetrate me…
Although it’s really inappropriate…
but this is still…
I’ll just give you a massage…
I can’t lose my virginity to my son in my dreams…)
As the glans left the entrance of her vagina, a stream of clear love fluid gushed out from inside her vagina.
Then, the glans rolled up the fluid and spread it evenly over the wet, fleshy opening of her vagina.
In his dream, the son once again pressed his large glans against the entrance of his mother’s pink vagina, which resembled a delicate flower stamen!
My mother’s flawless, fair vulva was completely wet with love juice.
The small patch of pubic hair on her vulva was also coated with love juice after being rubbed against the glans several times.
My mother’s two plump labia majora were ruthlessly squeezed and deformed by the thick shaft, while her two delicate pink labia minora glistened with crystal dewdrops and clung to the tip of the glans.
(Mom is under a lot of pressure…
This isn’t a way to completely relieve the pressure…
Should I, as her son, help her de-stress further?)
In my dream, my son’s resolute voice came once again.
(Hmm?
We need to go further?
How…
Ah…
No…
We can’t go any further!)
While the mother was still pondering how her son in her dream wanted to further relieve her stress, his glans attacked her honey garden once again.
The small fleshy opening in the center of her honey garden shamelessly held her son’s huge glans, and even the tip of the glans had slid into her honey vagina.
(No…no!
You can’t go in anymore!
Move away!
Son!
Listen to your mother!
Michelle!
Stop this dream!
This dream is wrong!
No!)
The mother’s pretty face turned deathly pale, her heart filled with inexplicable terror, and her words began to tremble.
(No…
Mom needs to release all her stress…
This is my last massage…)
In his dream, the son held his mother’s slender waist, his large penis teasing the tight, delicate opening of her vagina, as tender as a virgin’s.
The moment he finished speaking, his waist sank.
With a loud “plop,” the enormous, purplish-red glans, as big as a duck egg, forcefully broke open the mother’s soft, tight vaginal opening.
The thick, muscular penis, with its bulging veins, slid into the mother’s vagina with the help of the vaginal fluid.
It was so fast that the penis squeezed out the vaginal fluid, and the entire glans was already inserted into the mother’s vagina!
(Ah…
um…
gently…
gently…
no, no…
don’t put it in…
pull it out quickly…
quickly…
I’m your biological mother!)
Suddenly, the mother witnessed the large, round glans disappear from her sight and enter her vagina.
In a panic, she frantically patted her son’s body and struggled wildly.
But the son in the dream ignored his mother’s shouts and struggles.
He hugged his mother’s slender and soft long legs and began to thrust his penis into his mother’s tight and tender honey hole, which was as delicate as a virgin’s.
(Ah…no…don’t do this…you…you promised you wouldn’t penetrate…uh…it’s so full…ah…this is incest…even in dreams it’s not allowed…sob…why isn’t this dream over yet…)
The mother moaned softly, her honeyed hole seemingly robbed of all her principles after only a few thrusts of her son’s thick, hot cock.
Her cherry lips uttered incessant moans, and her large breasts swayed wildly under the force of her son’s thrusting cock, creating waves of alluring and dazzling milky ripples.
In his dream, the son completely ignored his mother’s pleas, and simply held her beautiful legs and thrust his penis into her honey hole.
Although the mother’s honey hole was incredibly tight and delicate, and the inner walls of her vagina tightly enveloped her son’s rapidly thrusting penis, as more and more love fluid was drained, her son’s penis successfully reached the core of her uterus after several thrusts!
(Uh…no…don’t push anymore…ah…it’s…it’s hitting Mommy’s G-spot…oh…ah…this dream…stop it…sob sob…)
The mother moaned softly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with spring water that flowed down her cheeks as intense pleasure invaded her.
Her honeyed hole, which had been abstinent for a long time and had not been caressed or fucked by a penis, was completely occupied by her son’s thick, hot cock in her dream.
The peristaltic contractions inside the mother’s vagina gripped and sucked the shaft that was thrusting in and out, and the core of her honeyed hole was forced to endure the impact of the thick and large glans.
In his dream, the son remained silent, only moving his hands from holding his mother’s beautiful legs to hug her soft, slender waist, so that each thrust could fit tightly against the delicate inner walls of his mother’s vagina, and that the head of his penis could touch the tender, delicate flesh deep inside her vagina.
(Why am I having this kind of dream…
Am I really that thirsty inside?…
To think I’d have my own son as the protagonist in a wet dream…
Ugh…
How shameless…)
The mother felt her son’s thick, hot penis churning inside her, and she felt extremely ashamed.
In his dream, the son seemed oblivious to his mother’s inner thoughts, thrusting his large, hot glans deep into her honeyed depths, firmly pressing against the core of her womb.
He grasped his mother’s swaying, full breasts in his hands, and with a gentle squeeze, milk spurted from the pink nipples at the tips of her breasts.
(I’ll take on all the pressure my mother is under…)
In his dream, the son lowered his head and squeezed his mother’s two snow-white, soft breasts between them, licking her delicate pink nipples back and forth with his tongue.
His sticky saliva smeared all over his mother’s nipples.
He then lowered his head and took his mother’s two beautiful, pink ruby-like nipples into his mouth, sucking her milk vigorously.
(No…
Ah…
Don’t dream anymore…
If…
If I keep dreaming like this…
I really can’t be human anymore…
Waaah…
I actually lost my virginity to my own son in my dream…
Why would I have such an incestuous dream…)
Her son had his mouth on her sensitive, small nipples, teasing and sucking them.
His large penis stretched her vagina so deep that there wasn’t a single gap.
Even her clitoris was being penetrated by his glans.
Her son had his hands on every sensitive spot on her body.
Tears of sorrow and shame streamed down her face like raindrops.
But the son in the dream paid no heed.
He continued to frantically suck and lick his mother’s tender nipples with his tongue, sucking her milk, while lifting his mother’s waist and thrusting his penis all the way into her soft, tender honey hole.
His thick penis swept across the tight vaginal walls, scraping and rubbing his mother’s vagina, causing it to contract and spasm incessantly.
The sounds of licking and rubbing were incessant.
(It’s so full…it’s too full…your…hiss…your is too big…no…I can’t take it anymore…please be gentle…be gentle…hum…don’t bite…hiss…ah…it hurts…you’re hurting me…don’t bite…don’t…uh…)
The intense impact caused Mom to scream and moan incoherently as I fucked her.
Under the long-awaited sexual pleasure and the erosion of my much thicker penis, Mom didn’t care that she was having incestuous intercourse with her son in her dream.
Her charming face revealed her lust, and she moaned continuously.
(Oh…
it’s not that I don’t want to be gentle, son…
it’s just that Mom’s vagina is so tight…
I can’t help it without using force…)
In his dream, the son vigorously thrust his penis in and out, the powerful force causing his hips to slam against his mother’s vagina, producing a crisp “slap slap” sound.
(Then…then you have to…ah…be gentle…no…otherwise…ah…it’s going to break…break…ah…your…is too big…oh…Mommy’s going to…going to cum…cum…ah…)
The mother gritted her teeth, panting intermittently, trying to suppress the intense pleasure, but she was soon overwhelmed by the endless ecstasy.
The tight walls of her vagina began to contract violently, gripping and sucking her son’s penis, and her clitoris began to suck on his glans like a small mouth.
The soft panting deep inside her turned into wild moans.
In the dream, the son gripped his mother’s waist tightly and increased the speed of his thrusting into her honey hole.
After dozens of thrusts, with a “smack,” he pressed his large glans firmly against his mother’s soft and tender uterine flower.
Immediately afterward, the large glans pressed against his mother’s uterine flower began to gush out a large amount of hot and thick essential oil like urinating, spraying onto his mother’s honey hole flower!
Suddenly, Mom felt a surge of hot liquid that didn’t belong to her body rushing into her.
As a wife and mother, Mom naturally understood what this meant.
(This…this is…ejaculation?…No…don’t ejaculate inside…being filled with semen by my own son in my dream…it’s too embarrassing…sob…)
But at this moment, the mother was too weak to complain about why her son in her dream had ejaculated inside her honey hole.
The valve of her near climax was also warmed by her son’s thick and hot semen, and she ushered in an ecstatic climax.
(It’s so hot…
It must be a dream…
How could semen be so hot…
Even though it’s a dream…
But…
It’s so embarrassing…
Being filled up by my own son…
Waaah…)
With her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, her rosy lips let out a soft, seductive moan.
Her sexy, snow-white body trembled and spasmed violently, and her two beautiful legs, which were held in her son’s arms, suddenly straightened, while her two small, cute, and slender feet were raised straight up.
Although Mom also reached orgasm, her vagina had never experienced such a huge penis filling it with semen before.
At this moment, the spasming vaginal walls were squeezed so tightly by the thick, hot shaft that there was no gap at all.
The thick semen sprayed onto the cervix had no chance of flowing out, making Mom feel a tingling heat in her lower abdomen that she had never experienced before.
Soon, Mom climaxed again.
She convulsed, curled up, her beautiful, fair body flushed with the rosy glow of orgasm, and finally slowly drifted off to sleep.
Watching my mother moan and groan in her dream, her snow-white body covered in a mixture of sweat and vaginal fluid, her facial expression dazed and confused, I worried that she might wake up if I continued to stimulate her, which would be detrimental to our plans.
I looked regretfully at my mother, who was completely naked and whose private parts were lascivious, and secretly vowed in my heart: “Mom, you wait, your son will definitely sleep with you openly in this house, on this bed, and put my penis inside your vagina!
I will let you taste the pleasure of sex to the point of ecstasy, and leave my semen in your womb!”
So I cleaned up the scene of my crime of violating my mother, used toilet paper to absorb some of the remaining vaginal fluid, and then I couldn’t help but kiss my mother’s vulva before putting her underwear and pajama pants back on!
Seeing that nothing was left at the scene, I returned to my bedroom with my erect penis, as if nothing had happened.