Incest Stories by Alwayswantedto

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I was alive. We hadn't been caught. Mom had saved me by turning around. Love poured out of me, falling on her hair, over her shoulders and down her back. I love you, Mom.. I love you, I thought. What an incredible relief. Mom had saved my life and wasn't mad at me for what I'd done. I didn't want her to pull her head away, didn't want to have to face her. My free hand lightly stroked the back of her head in tandem with my brush hand, gently pressing to keep her head still so she wouldn't pull back and show me her face with its demand for an explanation. How long could I keep her there? Could I just run away?


Dad started snoring, and then something else happened.

Mom's hot breath suddenly blew over my cock. With every stroke of the brush, there was a fresh puff of hot air, enveloping and warming, teasing, tickling, hardening. I quickened my strokes and her breath puffed more often. I pressed my hand more firmly against the back of her head but encountered resistance stiff enough to deny my wish. Still, the hot puffs continued.

God, my cock wanted to explode. It was tingling so hard I thought it would burst. I pushed forward, trying to find the source of that magic wind but Mom leaned back. Retracting, Mom leaned forward, shifting her position on the seat and following with her hot breath. Magnificent. I leaned toward her again and this time stepped closer as well.. Mom leaned back again but her legs widened to accommodate my move. The hot breath continued though I had stopped brushing her hair.

I resigned myself to being a receiver. I wanted to press myself against her mouth but I couldn't. I wanted to hold her tits again but I couldn't do that without losing her wonderful maternal breath. I needed to cum!

A thought flooded into my mind on the backwash of that mind emptying flush, and I acted upon it. A simple change of footing, one foot ahead of the other, and my thigh, just above my knee, pressed between Mom's legs, making solid contact with the apex of their connection. Gently, I pressed my knee in, pushing my leg against her pussy, her covering warmth searing around my thigh and rising up to my groin. I timed my presses to her breaths, leaning forward whenever I felt her hot breath on my cock.

How quickly we adapted to one another, as if we were genetically attuned. My presses became longer, enjoying both the heat of her connection and the hotness of her longer breaths. I started rubbing, pressing my knee in and rocking it against her from side to side, keeping it there longer than she could possibly expel her hot breath.