By Day: Mom-Son, By Night: Lovers - Part 1

This is a long story about incest mother son

Victor locked the door, pulled the curtains tight, and the blue light from the computer screen illuminated his flushed face.
His fingers swiftly navigated the keyboard, opening that hidden folder.
On the screen, a blonde actress was kneeling, servicing two black men with intimidating sizes, making the bulge in Victor’s pants twitch.
“Damn it…” Victor unzipped his jeans, freeing his rock-hard erection that had been straining for release.
At 18, his body was quick to react. His “little friend” had always been larger than his peers’, and now it was even more impressive, as thick as a child’s arm, with a glistening, reddish-purple tip.
His right hand gripped the hot shaft, moving up and down, while his left hand massaged his balls. The actress on the screen moaned incessantly as she was taken, but Victor’s mind involuntarily replaced her face with… his mother’s.
Jade, 38 years old, possessed a body that made every man turn his head.
Her G-cup breasts were both large and perky, jiggling with every step; her waist was so slim it could be encircled with one hand, paired with round, juicy hips that looked like a ripe peach.
Especially in the summer, when she wore thin sleepwear, her full breasts seemed ready to burst through the fabric, the deep cleavage capable of trapping Victor’s erection…
“Oh… Mom…” Victor imagined sliding his massive tip into that enticing cleavage, his hand moving faster. His balls tightened; he knew he was close.
At that moment, a knock on the door nearly made him jump out of his chair.
“Victor? What are you doing in there?” his mother’s voice came through the door. “I cut some fruit for you.”
“Wait, just a second!” Victor scrambled to close the video, but his hand slipped, cranking the volume to max. The woman’s high-pitched moans filled the room: “Oh… it’s too big… deeper…”
The sound of the doorknob turning made Victor’s blood freeze—he forgot his mom had a spare key!
The door swung open, and Jade stood there, holding a plate of fruit.
She was wearing a low-cut white loungewear set, her G-cup breasts stretching the fabric so tight that the shape of her nipples was faintly visible.
Her eyes moved from Victor’s face to his hand, slick with precum, then to his open pants—where his still-semi-erect member glistened.
“Victor!” Jade’s face flushed instantly, her G-cup breasts heaving intensely. Victor noticed she was trying to stay calm, but her eyes kept darting to his crotch.
Victor hurriedly stuffed himself back into his pants, mortified. His mother stepped forward quickly, slamming the computer off with a “thud,” her soft breasts jiggling enticingly from the sudden movement.
“You… you dare watch this stuff!” Her voice trembled, but Victor noticed her breathing was unusually rapid, her pink tongue unconsciously licking her lips. “And… and touching… that…”
“Mom, it’s just normal urges…” Victor mumbled, sneaking glances at her reaction. Strangely, despite her stern tone, her thighs were pressed tightly together, her toes curling unnaturally.
“Normal?” Jade raised her voice, suddenly reaching out to pinch Victor’s ear. “You’re only how old, and you’re already… doing this…” Her eyes uncontrollably drifted to the bulging front of his pants, her throat bobbing slightly. “Go take a shower right now! And change your underwear… give it to me, I’ll wash it.”
As she turned to leave, Victor noticed a small wet patch on the fabric of her pants at her backside. This discovery made his softening erection spring back to life.
In the bathroom, hot water cascaded over Victor’s tense body.
His mind was filled with images of his mother from earlier—her flushed cheeks, rapid breathing, those wet, Anno Domini, and her massive breasts heaving with each breath.
Victor’s hand instinctively gripped his hardening erection, imagining sliding its tip into her deep, enticing cleavage…
After his shower, Victor changed into clean underwear and tossed the dirty, semen-stained pair into the laundry basket.
Back in his room, he collapsed onto the bed. The scene of being caught by his mom made him want to crawl into a hole, and it took a long time of tossing and turning before he calmed down.
On second thought, he decided it’d be better to wash the underwear himself. Heading downstairs, he noticed the bathroom light was still on—had he forgotten to turn it off?
As he approached the bathroom, he heard the sound of running water.
Was his mom showering?
Victor blinked. She usually didn’t shower at this hour.
Creeping closer to the bathroom door, he saw it wasn’t fully closed, leaving a small gap. Through the steam, he saw a scene that froze his blood—his mother, facing away from the door, one hand braced against the wall, the other holding… his dirty underwear! She buried her face in it, inhaling deeply, then pressed the fabric between her legs!
“Mmm… Victor’s… scent…” she whispered, her fingers rubbing the underwear against her mound.
Now Victor could see clearly: her naked body, her G-cup breasts bouncing with her movements, her pink nipples hard as pebbles.
Her waist curved gracefully, her full hips arched backward, her fingers moving faster. “Oh… my son’s cock… so big…”
Her moans came in broken gasps. “Bigger… bigger than his father’s… so much…”
Victor’s erection throbbed painfully, the tip pressing against his underwear. Her voice, so different from her usual scolding tone, was seductive enough to make his scalp tingle.
“No… what am I doing…” She suddenly stopped, tossing the underwear to the floor as if it burned her.
But seconds later, she picked it up again, this time sliding it into her wet folds!
“Oh…!” Her head tilted back, long hair cascading over her bare back, her breasts trembling violently.
Victor watched her move his underwear in and out of her vagina, as if… as if she were using his cock to pleasure herself!
“Victor… I want it so bad…” Her voice carried a sob, her fingers suddenly plunging into her flesh, moving rapidly. “If only… if your big cock… could slide inside… oh…!”
Her body tensed, a stream of clear liquid gushing from between her thighs, running down her legs. She leaned against the wall, panting, her soft breasts rising and falling with each breath.
Unable to take it anymore, Victor slipped back to his room, closed the door, and immediately pulled out his painfully hard, purplish erection.
Imagining his mother pleasuring herself with his underwear, he stroked himself a few times and climaxed, semen spilling over his hand.
Lying on his bed, his mind was consumed with her naked body and her words, “I want your big cock.”
The next morning at breakfast, Jade acted as if nothing had happened, wearing a high-neck sweater and long pants, as if last night was a dream.
“Eat up, you’re a growing boy,” she said, pushing a plate of fried eggs toward Victor. As she leaned forward, her neckline dipped, revealing her deep cleavage.
Victor kept his head down, eating his porridge, afraid to look up. But when he stole a glance, he caught her staring at his crotch, her eyes dreamy.
Their gazes met in midair, and she immediately blushed, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear.
“I… I’m heading to work,” she said hurriedly, standing up but accidentally spilling milk. The white liquid splashed onto her chest, soaking the thin fabric, her nipples clearly outlined.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, fumbling to wipe it off. The motion made her massive breasts jiggle even more, and Victor could even make out the shape of her areolas.
His erection throbbed painfully under the table. Jade seemed to sense it; her eyes grew deep, and she licked her lips before saying softly, “Victor… are you… are you doing it again…”
She didn’t finish, but Victor knew what she meant. His face burned, but some impulse made him nod.
Jade took a deep breath, her full breasts pushing the wet fabric upward. Her voice was barely audible:
“…Take care of yourself.”
She hurried off, but Victor noticed her thighs rubbing together unnaturally as she walked, her hips swaying more than usual.
Victor sank into his chair, his mind filled with her soaked breasts and her cryptic “take care of yourself.” His “little friend” throbbed painfully in his pants.
It took a long time to calm down before he slowly got up to head to school.