After my wife's pregnancy and childbirth, once the family had settled down, my mother came to visit from afar to celebrate. Meeting her after so long, though she had aged, I was genuinely happy to see her in good health. At first she was somewhat reserved, but when my wife let her hold the baby, she smiled with clear delight. At that moment, by chance, as she bent forward, her cleavage sent my heart racing. That night, with the doctor's approval, I tried to initiate intimacy with my wife, but she refused and quickly fell asleep. Left with no choice, I tried to sleep too, but the image of my mother's cleavage from earlier consumed my mind, leaving me unable to rest. Ever since childhood, I'd secretly desired my mother as a woman; back when I lived at home, I'd sneak peeks at her in the bathroom. Yet I'd always felt shame for seeing her that way and kept it buried deep inside. Rejected by my wife, overwhelmed by the sight of my still-beautiful mother, and unable to suppress my emotions any longer, I sat in the dark living room, lost in thought. Finally, I made up my mind and headed to my mother's bedroom. Gently pulling back the futon, I was met with her familiar scent, my heart pounding. I lifted her chemise and latched onto her breasts. Sliding my hand into her panties, I startled her awake. Though she resisted, my passion was already ignited—nothing could stop me now. I roughly caressed her, silencing her protests with my mouth. Despite her reluctance, her pussy twitched and glistened with arousal, and at last, I committed the act of incestuous creampie.