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As my mother wiped away her tears with her cold hands, soothing my scars, I knew that today's incident was mostly resolved.
The familiar saying remains true: as long as Mom doesn't tell Dad, I'll have time to train and conquer her. Only when I completely conquer her can I truly let go of my worries.
However, Mom is much more difficult than I imagined. Force doesn't work, and gradual progress doesn't yield good results either. I'm starting to lose heart.
But when I think of Mom panting and moaning beneath me, I regain my determination. From now on, let's exchange sincerity for sincerity. Although my ultimate goal is to train Mom as my sex slave, always ready for my pleasure, my love for Mom is genuine. Since that's the case, I'll give Mom an unforgettable love story. Once I've truly delved into her mind and made her unable to leave me, then I'll start the training.
With clear goals set, it's time to wrap up today's affairs.
I embrace Mom tightly, pulling her delicate body into my arms, ignoring her struggles, and continuing to play the emotional card.
"Mom, the reason I strive to keep living is because of you. If I have to leave you or never see you again, perhaps I'll return to that organization and live each day on the brink of death. Or maybe I'll choose to end it all myself, like you just..."
Mom, in my embrace, suddenly stops struggling and interrupts me, saying, "No, you can't go back there!"
I continue speaking, "Then, Mom, please don't do anything foolish. I want to stay by your side forever."
My melancholic tone makes Mom hesitate. She knows that if she doesn't make a change, she will inevitably be manipulated by me again.
But as she looks at my scars, Mom finds it difficult to make the decision to let me go once more.
I don't disturb Mom; I let her think it through on her own. In the current situation, Mom needs to come to her own realization for it to be most beneficial for me.
Mom stays in my embrace, her hand touching my scars, contemplating for a long time. Finally, she speaks, "I don't want you to leave either. I don't want to leave you all, but... we can't engage in those kinds of activities anymore. After all, we are mother and son."
Hearing Mom's words, although it's not the most ideal outcome, at least it proves that Mom will never tell Dad, which means I still have a chance to conquer her.
"Mom, I truly love you. I promise, I won't force you anymore. Is that alright?"
Reaching this point is already quite good; I can't push my luck any further. Let's take it one step at a time. However, I have a hidden agenda in my words. If Mom is willing, then everything will be fine, right?
Mom doesn't think too much about it. Seeing that I've agreed, she finally shows a faint smile.
"Alright, we have an agreement. If you try anything like that again, you won't see me anymore!"
"Yes, yes, I understand. It's great to be able to be with Mom. Woo-hoo!"
After speaking, taking advantage of Mom's improved mood, I quickly give her a peck on the lips.
"You... Didn't we agree not to do that anymore?" Mom realizes only after her little mouth has been violated. She covers her mouth and points at me, reproaching me.
"Mom, I promised not to force you into anything. I didn't say anything about this. Besides, isn't it normal for a son to kiss his mother?"
I have a smug look on my face as I chuckle.
"You! You're twisting the facts. You..."
Before Mom finishes her sentence, I interrupt her, saying, "Alright, Mom, come and see something."
I pull Mom along, pointing at my tender hand. Without waiting for Mom to refuse, I lead her to the bedroom.
As Mom reaches the doorway of the bedroom, she hesitates, subconsciously resisting entering my room where she was violated and tormented yesterday.
"What do you want to do now?"
My mother held onto the doorframe, refusing to enter my room.
I helplessly said, "Mother, don't worry. I just promised you that I would show you something."
My mother looked at me sceptically, but upon seeing my sincere expression and after considering it for a moment, she finally followed me into the room.
Once inside, I walked to the wardrobe and took out a pair of underwear.
However, it wasn't mine; it was my mother's. It was the black underwear I had taken from home on the day of the accident.
But now the underwear had completely changed. The once-black surface was covered in a thick layer of stains, almost turning the black underwear white.
I held the underwear in front of my mother and said, "Mother, look, this is your underwear. In that organization back then, if it weren't for this underwear, I might not have been able to endure."
My mother looked at the underwear in front of her. How could she not recognize it? She had wondered why two pairs of underwear had gone missing before. But in the midst of losing her son, my mother hadn't thought much about it. Now she finally realized that I had taken them.
"Is that... is that semen? You're truly perverted."
The thought of her own underwear being stained with semen was something my traditional mother couldn't accept.
"I admit that I am perverted, but every time I was being chased, no matter how severe my injuries were, as long as I vented on your underwear, I would muster the strength to keep going. It's because it has your scent on it. I know that you are still waiting for me to come home."
After hearing these words, my mother fell silent. Suddenly, she felt that compared to what I had gone through, the things I had done weren't as repulsive.
Seeing my mother not saying anything, I took the opportunity to approach her. I was less than 10 centimetres away from her when she instinctively stepped back, only to bump into my bed and lose her balance, falling onto the bed.
How could I miss such a good opportunity? I quickly followed, pinning her down.
"What are you doing? Get off me..."
My mother was genuinely scared now. Any unusual behaviour from me made her panic.
"I'm not doing anything, Mother. I just want to hold you and kiss you, Hehe."
As I said this, I lowered my head and went in for a kiss on my mother's face, but she hurriedly dodged.
"You promised not to force me, and you're breaking your word."
My mother spoke as she dodged, but she was trapped beneath me and couldn't get up, only able to move left and right to avoid me.
"Mother, I promised not to force you to have sex with me, but I didn't promise anything else."
After saying that, I couldn't wait any longer and forcefully turned my mother's face, planting a kiss on her red lips.
"You scoundrel... mmm..."
Before my mother could finish her sentence, my intrusive lips enveloped her luscious and moist ones, and all that followed were muffled sounds.
Kissing my mother's lips again, the taste remained just as sweet. However, this time, I could kiss her without any worries.
I believed that what I had said today was enough to move my mother. Even if I forcefully kissed her, there wouldn't be any consequences. My mother had reached a point where, as long as I respected certain boundaries, I could do as I pleased.
I took my mother's small mouth entirely into mine, teasing her lips with my tongue, savouring the texture of her teeth.
My hands weren't idle either; they started to explore my mother's body.
Her skin felt like exquisite silk, incredibly smooth to the touch. It was a sensation that couldn't be adequately described; just touching it brought immense satisfaction.
As I passionately kissed her, I also deeply breathed in my mother's natural fragrance. That scent always put me at ease, and describing it as sweet would be fitting. It wasn't overpowering or faint, just perfect.
My mother struggled incessantly, pushing against my chest with all her might, but her strength was not enough to make me retreat even half a step. Instead, her twisting body brought me immense pleasure, and my cock instantly hardened, pressing against my mother's abdomen.
It was evident that my mother sensed something, as the heat from my flesh rod could be felt through our clothes. She widened her eyes in astonishment.
Her momentary lapse of concentration caused her to loosen her jaw, and I took the opportunity to desperately thrust my tongue into her mouth, ignoring the pain caused by my tongue grinding against her teeth, determined to enter her mouth full of fragrance.
"Um... Um..." My mother couldn't keep her mouth shut anymore. She used both hands to push against my waist, trying to make me get up, even if it meant moving my flesh rod even an inch away from her, just to find some peace of mind.
This worked out in my favour. I took the opportunity to extend my tongue into my mother's mouth, finding her delicate and fragrant tongue, savouring it without restraint.
The passionate kiss disoriented my mother's mind. The prolonged contact made her breathe rapidly and weakened her body. Combined with my controlled movements, the force she used to push me gradually diminished.
If that was all there was to it, my mother might have been able to endure, but unfortunately, my hand that was caressing her waist unintentionally slipped into her underwear and touched a damp area. Instantly, my mother became displeased.
"Ah..." I sat up abruptly, covering my mouth, looking at my mother with a pitiful expression.
My sudden movement caught my mother off guard, and it also snapped me out of my delusion. I had indeed been too hasty, and my mother's willingness to let me kiss her was already a significant breakthrough. It was my own foolishness for not being able to control myself.
However, I wasn't a fool. I had to take advantage of my bitten tongue to gain some benefits.
"It hurts so much, Mom. It's bleeding." I pointed at my tongue and said pitifully.
Seeing me in such a sorry state, my mother couldn't help but burst into laughter, but she immediately put on a stern face and said, "It serves you right! Who told you to overstep your boundaries?"
My mother's lack of real anger delighted me internally. It meant that she was no longer resistant to kissing, which gave me more confidence in conquering her.
I pointed to the massive boner beneath me and said helplessly, "Isn't this uncomfortable? It's unbearable!"
My mother knew what I was referring to. Although she kept reminding herself not to look, her eyes couldn't help but glance at my lower body.
The large cock, confined within my underwear, stood tall, and the loose sleeping pants seemed as if they were about to burst open, allowing one to imagine how thick and long the flesh rod inside was.
"Forget about it," my mother said hastily, afraid of being caught. She quickly turned her head away.
"Mom, please help me. Use your hand, or even better, use your mouth. I wouldn't mind," I said with a cheeky smile, observing my mother's reaction.
"No! Don't go too far," my mother refused without hesitation. However, she didn't seem particularly angry. Instead, she appeared somewhat like a sulking little woman.
I secretly smiled. Today might not work, but based on my observations, there would definitely be future opportunities.
"Well, then. I'll have to take care of it myself," I said, swiftly removing my pants, revealing a rock-hard dark cock. I then grabbed the black underwear stained with semen, unabashedly put it on my flesh rod, and began stroking it slowly.
Seeing my actions, my mother squinted her eyes and stood up, ready to leave.
I grabbed my mother's hand and said, "Don't go, Mom. If you stay, I'll finish faster."
My mother didn't dare to turn her head, afraid of seeing the enormous and terrifying dark rod. It instilled fear in her.
"No, let go of me. I'll get angry!" My mother's voice trembled. She was genuinely scared now, afraid that I might impulsively do something she couldn't accept. The consequences would be beyond her ability to handle.
"Fine." Just as my mother was contemplating what to do, I suddenly let go of her hand. She breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave the room. But then she heard me say, "Wait, Mom!"
"What's wrong?" My mother didn't dare to turn around, but she also didn't leave.
"Let me kiss you once more."
I walked up behind my mother, leaned close to her ear, and whispered.
"No, don't..." As expected, my mother firmly rejected, but it was all within my control. With one hand teasing my thick cock with her underwear and the other firmly embracing my mother, I kissed her face recklessly.
"You... stop quickly..."
While turning her head away, my mother resisted. However, my grip on her was strong, and she couldn't break free.
I held my mother tightly with my arm and grabbed her chin with my hand, forcefully making her turn her head.
"Just once," I said, as I slowly moved closer to her beautiful face.
"Don't..." My mother's chin hurt from my grasp, making it impossible for her to turn her head. She looked at the man getting closer to her, even though she verbally refused, she had already resigned herself to not resist anymore, closing her eyes and waiting for her little mouth to be invaded.
But unfortunately, fate had other plans. Just as I was about to kiss my mother's lips, the door suddenly knocked.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The strong knocking sound startled my mother, and taking advantage of my momentary distraction, she swiftly freed her delicate body from my embrace, opened the door, and fled without looking back.
I was left alone, holding my underwear-clad throbbing cock in a corner of the room, tracing circles in loneliness...