How to Make a Living as a Writer of Nonsense (Incest)

Chapter 74

How to Make a Living as a Writer of Nonsense (Incest)

I’m a writer of nonsense (incest)… By the way, the illustration of my work is ‘younger sister’?

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Chapter 74 – … How Are You Feeling, Mom?

“Ah…”

While parenting, I wet my mouth.
And the milky taste that spreads in the mouth.

This was impossible to explain other than the expression of the smell of milk.
With my face buried in those huge breasts, I really let out a sound with my mouth without realizing it.

“Okay…”

A woman’s feeble moan echoed above my head.
I don’t know if this should work or not.

I am like a child looking for its mother.
And naturally, like sucking milk from your mouth.
I just sucked it in my mouth like an instinct.

“Side… Cheap cheap….”

I wonder if this was to make fun of the lady who wasn’t embarrassed at all by my pranks, so I wanted to see her embarrassed.
Or is it that she just wanted to suck the milk in front of her eyes and went crazy?

No, I think about all of those things now.
It seemed that I had come too far to calculate whether this was right or that.

“Haha…”

Exposed breasts.
That immaculate skin, and in the middle of that, the dainty nipples.

How many times have I… No, after thinking about it dozens of times more.
In the end, he slowly moves his tongue that had been quietly holding his breath.

“Ah, ah… It’s itchy… “

Auntie’s hand.
Her hand holding my head becomes stronger.

“Haa… I’m so confused….”

The nipple touched the tip of her tongue.
Then, startedled, her tongue twitched.

“Huh…”

I was surprised by the sweetness that emanated from my mouth and the nipples that were harder than I thought.

“Hold on… Hick on…”
“Haeung, hww… Nu, who sucks milk like that….”

Every time my tongue licks the nipple, it gets a little, more, more, harder.
And the hand that wrapped my head was even stronger.
I buried my face in her breasts.

“Haha…”

Fluffy, soft skin.
It was so soft, it was smooth, and the skin had elasticity to the point that it slipped on my face.

“… Wow!”

The hand that had been stroking my hair was digging through my hair.
Hair got stuck between my fingers.
The pressure was subtle, and the scalp seemed to be slightly pulled.

“Haagh…!”

Curled fingers.
And for some reason, my tongue grows faster at the lady’s reaction that she can’t stand it.
Aunty hugged my face tightly.

“Heh, hehe… ! Haha!”

Suffocating feeling.
Her nose is full of her body odor.

Also, the aunt’s breast meat filling her mouth.
Breasts that are crushed by the shape of my face.

Then, the woman’s body trembled slightly.
The tremors lead to convulsions.

“Ha… Ha, suck… !”

Aunty catches her breath.
And while saying, I endured her moaning, which was getting louder.

“Ha, ha, heh, ha ha…”

Auntie’s face covered the top of my head.
Soon after, the sound of heavy breathing rang in my ears.
I could feel her heart thump-thump-thump in her chest.

“Ah…”

My heart beats like that.

At the thought that Ajumma was agitated, and such a thought spreads to a stern imagination.

“… Did you eat everything… ?”
“Ugh… Ah… “

It was the voice of a dying woman.
And my voice buried in my breasts was only a hum.

“Ah…”

A sign of realization.
Breasts receding after that.
It left clear marks on my teeth around the nipple.

“… Are you done now?”

Suddenly, her face turned red.
As we look into each other’s eyes, our inappropriate relationship feels a little bit new.

“Ha…”

And this lady remembered that she sucked my cock secretly at dawn.
I don’t know why or why.

“…No.”
“Yes?”
“…Yet.”

I took a breath.
It is full of the smell of a woman.

“Whoa… It’s still a long way off.”
“… Are we still there?”

The aunt had a complicated expression on her face.
It didn’t seem like it was simply a matter of liking or disliking.
Also, don’t try to push me away.

“… Can I… Touch it… ?”

My cautious question follows.
There would be no man in the world who would not touch such a coveted breast.
Even if it’s a son.

“Oh, yes. Of course! Do you still like mother’s breasts that much?”

By the way, the lady’s words sent goose bumps down her spine.
Just like being caught stealing.
My heart is thumping-thumping-thumping, and my face is full of heat.

“… Me, me… ?”
“Oh, are you shy now?”

On the face of the woman who had lost her composure, a composure began to appear again.

“Oh, no… That… I, I… When… “

For now, let go of the pretense.
Maybe I just passed it over—

“Don’t you remember touching your mother’s breasts when you were sleeping?”
“Ah…”
“Or, could it be… Did you think you touched it secretly?”

It feels like sweat is running down your forehead.
The back of my neck is creepy.
My back is damp with a cold sweat.

“Ah… That, that’s…”
“Hee, hee hee… My son, do you think your mother didn’t know that?”

I feel like my teeth have been revealed.
No, it is correct that the tooth part was exposed.

Out of curiosity and as an excuse that I miss my mother … Occasionally, very occasionally, I would touch her breasts her.

He must have fallen asleep, but there was no answer no matter how many times he called….

“Does your son still like his mother’s breasts?”
“Ha, hee hee. Ha ha…”

The woman’s expression was too bright to smile.
Even the meaning of saying that I had to hear an answer was being conveyed.

“If you don’t answer straight away… Then you won’t let mom touch her breasts from now on?”

Conversely, it means that you will let her touch her breasts her in the future even if you just answer straight.
Maybe it’s my guess, and it could be seen as an extreme interpretation.

“Well, ah… Yes. Joe, I like….”

I was young, so I can’t remember exactly.
But still, the firmness and softness of her breasts were not at all befitting her age her.

Maybe if I cover my eyes, I’ll be in my 20s, no… It was clear that he was in his 20s even when he saw it with his own two eyes.

“Really? Do you like mother’s breasts that much?”
“……Yes.”

What kind of conversation is this at this age?
No matter how open-minded she is, but… Come to think of it, she’s the one who sucked my cock.
No one knows what the hell is going on in my head.

“… It feels good to be praised by your son, right?”

Auntie shrugs her shoulders.
Those big breasts are busy bouncing around.
It was full of my spittle and was shining brightly in the reflection of the light.

“Then… Come here.”

She spread her arms wide.
A nuance as if they were going to give a prize.

I forcefully lower the corner of my mouth that keeps trying to go up.
And hesitatingly she goes to her aunt.

“Hmm… How is it? Good?”
“…Yes”

My face was caught between the breasts.
Auntie’s size her was not normal, so it is true that she was a little worried about sweating.

However, there was no discomfort at all.
It was so soft, it felt like I had just washed and dried my body.

What’s more, the woman’s thick body odor emanates from her entire body.
Her nose her twitched at the scent that was even thick somewhere.
The lower leg of her is also busy wriggling.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable? Mommy will you lie down?”
“… No. He-can I go back?”
“Oh, do you want to touch me from behind?”

It was a nasty question.
Auntie’s skirt went up as if it were about to reach her ears.

“…Yes.”

It’s a bit embarrassing to see her face to face.
Also, she was more comfortable touching her back to her.

“Uh-cha, then can we do it like this?”

After examining my troubled expression for a long time, I turned around with a jerk.
And the cumbersome top that was draped over her breasts fell off and flew aside.

“Okay, Mama’s ready now.”
“……Gulp.”

He gulps his saliva unsightly.
However, her side of her and narrow waist of her… And who would say that when they see her breasts her protruding from the side of her?

“… Then don’t, I’ll touch you… “
“What kind of permission do you take? Originally, a mother’s heart belongs to her son her.”
“Ah…”

What kind of philosophical meaning there was, there was no way for an ignorant person like me to know.
Or, maybe it’s just a light joke.

None of that matters now.
Feeling the breasts in my hand, I think so.

“Ha ha… It tickles me.”

Auntie flinches over her body her.
And her shrugged shoulders.

“Haaaaa…”

A deep sigh follows.
She straightened her back and shook her head slightly.

“… Uh, how is it?”
“…What?”
“Mother’s breasts.”
“…Like.”
“How much?”
“… A lot.”
“Heh heh heh…”

My face was hot.
Embarrassment was also embarrassing, but it was because my body was purely full of heat.

“Ah, ah…!”

He gently grabbed her nipple and twisted it.
Of course, I never held on tight.

“…Mom, you’re sensitive there…”
“Yes, yes… I will be careful.”
“…And your hands are too dirty. Who touches your mother’s breasts like that?”

It was a bruise, not a bruise.
Because that didn’t stop my hand.

“Ha, ha ha… I said it was itchy… Really… “

Touch her nipples her with her fingertips her.
Auntie bent her waist forward, perhaps trying to run away from me.
I won’t miss it, so I follow closely behind him.

“Ah… Aang, whoa… !”

Something like a moan that followed.
And at some point, her lower legs her became so stiff that they looked like they would pierce her pants her.

“Haa… Heh, heh… Hah… !”

Aunty gasped and took her breath.
Then, she shakes her shoulder, and grabs her by the wrist.

“Ah, really… My mother told me to….”

Her aunt’s voice her seemed to melt.
And I forcibly removed my hand her from supporting her lower chest her.
In the middle of her breasts her, he placed her palms over them.

“… This, like this… Like this, like this… Creation creation… Fetish fetish… Ha, I mean ahh… “

Do you feel it? No, is it possible not to feel it?
By the way, does my son feel it when I touch him?

And me who got an erection while touching her aunt?

“Haaa…”

Let out the breath you’ve been holding back
I could feel the hard nipples tickling my palms.

“…Mom.”
“Ha, heuh… Uh, uh… Son, why… ?”

A limp body.
It was an exhausting voice.

“… Mom, how are you feeling?”
“Ah, uh, huh… ?”
“Mom, how are you feeling?”
“Uh, how could a mother do that! Ah, my son… Heh heh… He wants to touch me… Ha, ha ha… That’s why he’s like that…”

As a man, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit proud of myself.
Moreover, there was not the slightest sincerity in the words he said out of breath.

How to Make a Living as a Writer of Nonsense (Incest)

I’m a writer of nonsense (incest)… By the way, the illustration of my work is ‘younger sister’?

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