The daily life of the mother Ngoc with big butt and big breasts and her son Trac. The story contains NTR content, readers should consider before reading.
Part 3 of the Multi-Part Series, featuring female protagonists in modern times and everyday world settings. They have different backgrounds but all have one thing in common.
Chapter 1:
The small 2-storey house behind the convenience store is where mother and daughter live : Ngoc and Trac.
At the age of 39, Ngoc is not only a single mother, but also the owner of a convenience store, the strong pillar of the family.
Her figure was curvaceous, standing at 1m70 tall and with ample curves. Her 115cm breasts were heavy and saggy, her 71cm waist was soft, her 110cm hips were full, and her thighs were big and firm.
Ngoc’s rosy, smooth skin always radiates a rich vitality. Despite her hard life, Ngoc’s beautiful, gentle face always has a bright smile, her eyes always sparkle. Her long, smooth black hair is usually neatly tied up when working, but when let loose, it has a very feminine charm.
Ngoc is always an optimistic woman, but deep down in her heart, there is sometimes a bit of loneliness, a secret longing.
Trac, a 1m65 tall, 16 year old boy, is on the threshold of puberty with physical and psychological changes. While living with his mother, he got used to the image of a gentle, hard-working mother but also gradually felt the sexiness hidden behind her plump, plump appearance. This two-story house is where the change in the mother- son relationship took place, from a simple mother-son relationship to an incestuous relationship .
Early morning sunlight was shining through the kitchen window. The aroma of toast and fried eggs filled the room.
Ngoc stood in front of the kitchen, wearing a thin black silk nightgown. The smooth, soft, and delicate material hugged her body tightly, highlighting her seductive curves. Her two large, heavy breasts swayed with each movement. Her soft waist and belly were hidden in the thin fabric, while her wide, round hips protruded even more. The short skirt barely covered her knees.
Trac walked into the kitchen, his eyes unconsciously looking towards his mother who was busy cooking. He felt an indescribable feeling rising up, but not out of frustration but a feeling of shame and above all, interest. He tried to act normal, his voice somewhat grumpy: “What are you wearing, Mom? Can’t you put on some clothes?”
Ngoc turned back to look at her son and smiled. She didn’t notice the confusion in her son’s eyes, she just tilted her head and looked at him affectionately:
“It’s okay, I’m at home so I’m dressed like this to be comfortable.”
Saying that, Ngoc turned her back to continue cooking, her movements accidentally making her plump butt shake provocatively.
Trac swallowed, trying to take his eyes off his mother’s sexy body.
He walked over to the table, sat down, and tried to push away the hot images of his mother. The feeling of shame and desire mixed together made his heart pound.
Even though he was a boy, Trac knew his mother’s body better than anyone else. Every time he saw Ngoc’s mother in thin silk pajamas or loose cotton clothes at home, incestuous thoughts kept popping up in his head uncontrollably.
After breakfast, Trac went to school, while Ngoc wore a T-shirt and pants and an apron to start a busy day at the convenience store. She always smiled to welcome customers, talked happily, and asked everyone how they were. Her enthusiasm and friendliness made everyone around her love her.
Ngoc is always optimistic, always encouraging herself to be strong to be a support for her son, but in moments when she is doing nothing, she is immersed in secret thoughts, about a lack, about a male warmth that she has not felt for a long time.
A normal day just passed quickly.
In the evening, after closing the shop, Ngoc and Trac prepared dinner together. Today was a busy day so she decided to celebrate.
“Trac, the store is very crowded today, I’m so happy. Let’s have some beer tonight?” Ngoc looked at her son with spoiled eyes.
Trac looked at his mother, hesitated a bit then agreed, because he also craved the slightly bitter taste of beer and the feeling of euphoria.
The mother and daughter brought the food to the living room. Instead of sitting at the table, they decided to spread a rug on the floor so they could sit comfortably. Ngoc took out a few cans of beer from the fridge, opened them, and poured them both a glass.
“Cheers, son.” Ngoc said happily, raising her glass.
Clinking glasses with his mother, he also felt happy when he saw her beautiful smile.
The meal took place in a warm and cheerful atmosphere. Ngoc told funny stories about customers, while Trac shared stories about school.
Under the dim light of the night, the atmosphere became more intimate than ever. Ngoc was wearing a white tank top and black shorts. The shirt was too small for her large breasts, hugging her waist and revealing her belly.
Ngoc ate with great relish, laughing and talking as she ate, occasionally stroking her hair, revealing her white neck and smooth skin.
Trac glanced every minute and every second, he saw his mother’s cleavage every time she moved her arm, he was so happy that he just silently enjoyed it.
The beer cans kept going down and the drunkenness took hold. Ngoc started to lose control, her voice became more seductive and alluring:
“Trac, you are getting more and more handsome as you grow up. I just want to hug and kiss you!”
Having said that, Ngoc unconsciously leaned her head on Trac’s shoulder.
The smell of beer and Ngoc’s distinctive scent mixed together, they awakened deep emotions in Trac. He felt the softness and warmth of his mother’s body, the feeling of her two massive breasts pressing against his arms, hot and attractive.
Ngoc was so drunk that she lost consciousness, her eyes half-closed and she fell asleep in her son’s arms. Her T-shirt had shifted, revealing a part of her full breasts that were peeking out from under the fabric. Her shorts hugged her firm thighs and her big round butt. She was completely motionless, weak and unable to resist.
Trac carried his mother to the sofa, chaotic thoughts came back. He slowly stood up and looked at Ngoc’s mother’s body, who was sleeping soundly.
Under the light, mother’s fair, rosy skin was even more prominent, her plump curves even more provocative.
Trac found his mother extremely sexy. Her fat belly, round thighs and especially her massive breasts seemed to be inviting a hand to squeeze.
Trac bent down and gently touched his mother’s thigh.
He pulled his hand back immediately, but the feeling was etched in his mind. He stood there, heart pounding, as he looked at his mother’s body.
Many times Trac had to witness this provocative scene of his mother, all the previous times he had to restrain himself to avoid sexually assaulting his own mother.
But this time was the last straw…
His cock was already hard inside Zhuo’s pants. The crazy, incestuous desire burned. He stifled a gasp, swallowed, and wanted to do something crazy, something he could never imagine, right here, right now.