"Nn! Nn! Nn! Nn! Nn! Fugu!"

Why on earth did this happen? If it were "normal" this wouldn't have happened.

Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! ,,Snap!

Their hips collide, and the sound of their "action" echoes throughout the room.

"Nnn! Nnn! Nnn! Nnn! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!"

By making a particularly large movement of her hips, a gasp that she had been holding back until now finally escaped from her mouth. That voice makes her even more excited.

Pan-pan-pan-pan-pan-pan-pan! !

Furthermore, the pitch of the movement of the hips is accelerated.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Anh! ,,, no, no Wait a minute, Haru-kun ,,, nah I won't be able to control my voice if you come so hard... "

The woman in front of me couldn't help but spit out words.

I said this to such a woman.

"Okay!! Speak louder! "Mom"!!"

Yes, I am currently holding my biological mother, who is related to me by blood.

Moreover, my mother, who should have been 38 years old, was now an 18-year-old high school girl wearing a sailor suit.

I was already close to my limit, so I put on a final spurt.

In order to unleash my desires on the pretty and bewitching woman in front of me, the woman I cherish the most in this world.

"Huh, Huh, Huh, Huh. Mother! I'm the limit, so I'll ejaculate!

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! No! I'm going to cum too! I can't, I can't cum on my son's dick It feels so good I'm going to cum "

"I love you so much, Mom! I'll definitely protect you!! That's why!! Cum with my cock!! Mom!!"

Pan! Pan! Pan! Bang! !

It thrusts extremely deep into the vagina. Then, as it is, all the semen is released into the vagina.

Dopyu! Do pyu pyu! !

As I exhaled my essence, the other person's back arched in a way I had never seen before.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa so!!"

Me and mom would have climaxed almost at the same time.

I was exhausted after ejaculating and collapsed on top of my mother, who was having s*x with me in the missionary position, still breathing heavily. My mother gently stroked my head. She must be even more tired than I am, but my mother is working hard on me, and she is taking care of me. No matter what kind of relationship we have, I'm still my mother's son.

Feeling a little relieved by that fact, I tried to remember why I had ended up in this situation, and how I had come to this place in my sleepy head.