My Adopted Family

"Rye, do you want me do it again like last time?"

 

Did Mom finally notice the bulge above my pants?

 

Just like last time.

 

I knew what that meant without having to say it.

 

"Yeah."

 

Actually, I wanted to bring this up even before my mom called me. But I didn't have the courage to speak up first.

 

It was the sound of a pants zipper being unzipped.

 

Mom stroked my head with her right hand and took off my pants with her other hand.

 

The cock that was feeling stuffy in a narrow space is released to the outside.

 

And mom's hand gently wraps around the erect dick.

 

"Ah… !"

 

Why is it so different?

 

After the first time, my mom gave me a hand job, I couldn't be satisfied with simple masturbation.

 

I know I shouldn't do this.

 

If anyone finds out, criticism will fall not only on me but also on my mother.

 

All the mother's devotion to her adopted son will be in vain.

 

Still, my mom does anything for me.

Even if it is taboo in society.

 

She prioritizes my feelings over what everyone else in the world thinks.

 

I know that I am pampered by my mother's devotion.

 

However, once the desire was expressed, it did not know how to fade away.

 

"Boobs."

 

"Hub?"

 

"I want to see yours boobs."

 

I was not satisfied with simply doing it by hand. My desire demanded more. For the first time, my mother looked troubled.

 

"Rye. I'm old, my boobs are not that pretty."

 

"Mom is beautiful."

 

Mom strangely cares about age. I didn't understand that. Age is just a number expressing the time that has passed.

 

Mom is a much more beautiful person than someone in her 20s who didn't take care of herself. Just by looking at her, anyone could almost believe that we were brother-sister.

 

"You will be disappointed if you look at it, and I'm embarrassed too."

 

My mother who repeatedly refuses. But if I give up here, it will be harder next time.

 

"Mom, please."

 

I looked up at my mother with earnest eyes. That was the eye attack I learned from Lye yesterday. The reason I couldn't win against Lye.

 

If anyone looks at it through these eyes, I have no choice but to allow anything, And it's probably the same for Mom, too.

 

After hesitating for a while, my mother finally sighed and said.

 

"You may regret it after seeing it."

 

"I will never regret it."

 

My heart is pounding with anticipation. This was my first time seeing my mother's breasts since I was a child, and I knew nothing.

 

Mom began to undo the buttons that went from the neck down one by one; I still placed my head on my mother's thigh and watched.

 

After unbuttoning all the buttons, she lowered the shoulder straps; an adult-like light purple bra and round breasts wrapped in it were revealed.

 

Mom's breast size is 70F.

 

Around the time I entered middle school and started puberty, I was very attracted to my mother's breasts and wanted to see them, which stood out even in the clothes she wore at home.

 

However, I didn't show that I was attracted because I wanted to appear as a good kid. Now, after several years, I finally achieved my wish.

 

Mom unhooked the hook on the back, and when the bra was removed, the bare breasts that had been fixed in place began to flutter and become free.

 

Now, all mom has to do is put away that bra to be fully exposed, but my mother hesitated even until the end.

 

Mom looked down at me with a troubled face.

 

I send my eyes full of expectation to such a mother.

 

I exchange glances with my mother for a moment.

 

My mother sighed as if there was nothing she could do, so she took off her bra.

 

I watched the scene from first class. The breasts that were finally revealed exceeded expectations.

 

Even without touching it, I could feel its heavy weight. Yet, surprisingly, it did not sag or lose its elasticity.

 

The areolas were slightly larger, and the color was slightly darker than the skin color.

 

I couldn't believe it was the breasts of a mother who had given birth to two children.

 

The size and shape were beautiful; for some reason, I felt a surge of emotion in my heart.

 

"Mom, It's pretty, really."

 

"You don't have to say empty words."

 

"I'm serious, Mom."

 

Mom turned her head as if she was a little embarrassed.

 

And as if to punish me, she squeezed my dick harder than before.

 

"Ha… … ."

 

Of course, it didn't hurt. Rather, it was good.

 

My dick got harder after she exposed her breast, Mom's raw breasts that I had dreamed of.

 

How soft would it be if I buried my hand there?

 

I couldn't be satisfied with just looking.

 

"Mom. Can I touch it?"

 

Mom chuckled as if she knew that would happen.

 

"You shouldn't touch it too hard. It's a weak area."

 

With my mother's permission, I carefully place my hand on her breasts. Stroke slowly and gently, starting from the outside.

 

"Huh… … ♡"

 

"Oh sorry. Did it hurt?"

 

"Hehe. I was just a little surprised♡"

 

Feeling reassured by my mother's words, I touch her breast again. It was a strange feeling.

 

Why do breasts feel so good?

 

Breasts are often compared to marshmallows, but it was different.

Is it the satisfaction that comes from the fact that the other person allows me that much?

 

I felt like my happiness level was rising just by touching her breast; the only thing that was unfortunate was that, due to this posture, I could only use one hand.

 

"Rye, didn't did this when you were young, but now that you're grown up, you wants to touch my breasts."

 

That's because when I was young, I always lived with fear—the fear that if I did something wrong, I would be abandoned again.

 

At that time, I could not adapt to the happiness that was suddenly given to me.

 

I was afraid that that happiness would suddenly run away again, that I was afraid of a future that did not exist.

 

Thinking about it now, it's a waste. The times gone by don't come back.

 

"Thank you god, you grow up so healthy and kind."

 

Mom's voice sounded like a lullaby. A soft hand caresses me; comfort and pleasure dominate my body.

 

"Ah… mom…"

 

"It's okay to cum whenever you want♡"

 

As if my mother's words ringing in my ears were a signal, I felt a rush of emotion.

 

The semen that jumps out completely stains the mother's hands. As if that wasn't enough, it bounced up her upper body as well. Mom rubbed my cock until I was completely ejaculated.

 

"You come a lot today too, Did you feel good?"

 

Mom asked, smiling happily.

 

I nodded, half dazed.

 

It felt so good that I felt like I was going to fall asleep like this.

 

"Mom will clean up after you. Rye, rest well like this."

 

A friendly voice lingers in my ears.

 

My head was so fuzzy that it was difficult to stay conscious.

 

My eyes gradually closed.

 

It was a peaceful afternoon.