Incest Beautiful mother in the palm of my hand

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Alas, it's a pity that my mother always dresses so conservatively, and her underwear is always made of cotton, without any new styles. Sighing and putting down the underwear, I finally picked up my mother's stockings.
 

The texture of stockings is delicate and smooth, and you can tell they are high-end products as soon as you touch them. When I was in junior high college, I started to masturbate secretly with my mother's stockings. At that time, I thought all stockings were like that. Later, I accidentally touched the stockings that cost ten yuan a pair and realized that not all stockings can produce true essence.
 

With one hand, I lifted the top of the stockings above my head, allowing the pair of flesh-colored stockings to naturally fit against my face. The touch was extremely silky and the smell was very light. I took a deep breath and there was a faint smell of sweat and leather mixed together. It was not as sour and smelly as described in many pornographic novels.
At this time my cock was about to explode, but I didn't take any further action. I put my underwear and stockings back to their original positions and said to myself silently: "Don't be impatient." I felt that the time had come and I didn't want to delay any longer. My plan will take the first step tonight.


It has been almost three years since I learned to masturbate in the second year of junior high college. It has also been almost two years since I could not resist the temptation and masturbated with my mother's underwear and stockings. I am no longer satisfied with just using my mother's clothes to vent. I have thought it through. I want you, mother. I want to kiss your slender legs, lick your delicate feet, knead your plump breasts, spread your perky buttocks, and penetrate your mysterious flesh hole.


I know that this wish is not easy, and it can even be said to be unrealistic. Reality is not a pornographic novel, and there won't be so many ambiguous coincidences. My mother is not the unprincipled mother in the novel. I must take the initiative, otherwise this will always be just a distant and absurd dream.
 

The initial inspiration for the plan did come from pornographic novels. My grades, indeed, are always the most important concern of my parents. As a result, my grades gradually dropped from the top few in the class at the beginning of the first year of high college to outside the top 30 in the class now.
 

At first, I simply thought that my grades would drop and then improve, and I could blackmail my mother with my grades. Later, the more I thought about it, the more unreliable it seemed. After a year of tinkering, the plan was finally completed.
 

Of course grades are important, but they can only be a catalyst. The key is maternal love.
 

Although my mother is very strict with me, she also loves me very much. After all, she is the only child in the family. My mother doesn't have much social interaction. She usually goes home directly after get off work. Her job as a university lecturer is relatively easy, so she naturally puts all her energy on me. My father is busy with work, so my homework has basically been tutored by my mother since I was a child. What's more, I am smart and filial. Except for my academic performance in the past year, there is nothing that makes her dissatisfied.


Logically speaking, I have entered the rebellious period and should have a bad relationship with my parents, but who can make me have lustful thoughts? Naturally, I give in to her in many aspects. But over the past year, I am really annoyed and can’t help it. Because of my declining grades, my mother has been more and more strict with me. She controls everything, forbids me to play with my phone, forbids me to read novels, and will not let go of any small mistakes... Fortunately, I know how to win mentally. Every time I get angry with my mother, I always imagine myself riding on her in the dead of night, and then taking her underwear to retaliate...


My feelings towards my mother are very complicated. It is clear that my feelings towards her are not the kind of love between men and women. After all, my mother is very strict with me and loves to nag. I am not a masochist, so how can I have that kind of love? My feelings towards my mother are more of a family affection, but mixed with uncontrollable carnal desire. I love her and respect her. I hope she lives a good life, without worries and happy life. I also hope to violate her, possess her, and abuse her. These two are not contradictory.
 

When I first had sexual fantasies about my mother, I felt guilty, especially when I felt her love. Later, as my desires grew stronger and my morals declined, my guilt slowly disappeared, replaced by an unbridled desire. In life, my desires for my mother became stronger and stronger, but I had always suppressed them. The harder I suppressed them, the more unbridled my desires became, and the more excessive my fantasies about my mother became...
 

After calming down a bit, I walked out of the bathroom. Mom was still reading. I walked over to her and sat down next to her. "Mom, are you tired from the class today?"