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In the month of January, when it should have been a snowy season, a torrential rain poured down in this heavily polluted city. The raindrops, as big as beans, reduced visibility to less than 50 meters. Thunder and lightning accompanied a tremendous flash of white light, resonating through the entire city like a massive explosion. As expected, I was awakened by the sound of thunder just as I had fallen asleep.
"Damn it, just when I finally managed to sleep early, you have to wake me up."
Glancing at the clock, it was only ten o'clock. I cursed the heavens for a moment before finally calming down.
I patted my groggy head and walked out of the room, wearing nothing but underwear.
I must say, the aftereffects of red wine are really strong. I guess I won't recover until tomorrow, and it also led to a bladder full of urine. Seems like I should cut down on red wine in the future, Baijiu (Chinese white alcohol) is better.
In a dazed state, I entered the bathroom, relieved myself, and walked out, only to notice that the living room lights were still on.
I initially thought it was my dad who had returned, but instead, I saw my mom lying on the sofa.
My mom was reclining on the sofa, her eyes so heavy with sleep that she could hardly keep them open. However, the TV was still on, and the lights were still shining. She hadn't gone back to her room to sleep and continued lying there, half awake and half asleep, unaware that I had come out.
Although I was puzzled, excitement overwhelmed me. I had been hoping to catch my mom, and here she was, falling into my trap.
Unable to contain my joy, I approached my mom.
"Mom, why aren't you sleeping?"
Upon hearing my voice, my mom finally opened her eyes and, upon seeing me, she said, "I can't sleep."
She couldn't sleep? Could there be something bothering her?
"What's wrong, Mom?"
"It's nothing. Go back to sleep. I'll be sleeping soon."
Although my mom's tone sounded normal, I detected a hint of tremor in it.
"Boom~"
Just as I was about to say something else, another loud thunderclap resounded. My mom's delicate body trembled sharply with the sound, her face turning pale.
This frightened me. Knowing that my mom has always been timid under that powerful persona she displayed in school, I quickly helped her up and sat her down beside me, embracing her fragrant shoulders.
"Mom, are you scared? Don't worry, I'm here with you."
This time, my mom didn't refuse. Biting her lip, she leaned against my chest, clearly still shaken by the previous thunderclap.
Looking at my mom in that state, I suddenly felt a pang of heartache. If this weren't the mischief of the nature, I wouldn't let anyone make my gentle mom so fearful, no matter who they were.
I tightened my embrace around my mom and said, "Has Dad not come back yet?"
Mom didn't say anything. She shook her head, her sadness evident in her eyes.
Although no one can predict the rain, and coincidentally, Dad went to the New Year's meeting today, the fact remains that Mom naturally blamed everything on Dad for not being by her side when she was most frightened.
I lovingly reached out my hand and gently brushed away the dishevelled strands of my mother's hair, then assertively pulled her into an embrace, placing her slender legs on my thighs, effectively having her sit on my lap.
"Stop..."
Instinctively, my mother attempted to resist. This position brought her too close to the sizable bulge, and her thighs could vaguely sense the heat emanating from it.
"Mom, I'm just hugging you, no funny business."
My gentle voice resounded in my mother's ear. My bare upper body provided her with a tremendous sense of security, and to my surprise, she stopped resisting and leaned comfortably against my shoulder. Her youthful fingers delicately touched my scars.
The cold sensation of my mother's small hand made me instantly hard. Fortunately, her legs were close to my knees and couldn't quite touch the bulge; otherwise, this warm scene would be disrupted.
I didn't want to spoil the atmosphere at this moment because the current situation was different from my usual teasing of my mother. This ambiguity was mutual and greatly contributed to the deepening of our relationship. It was an opportunity that couldn't be forced—plainly put, it was chance. The longer it lasted, the better, allowing my mother to experience love and care. It would only benefit me, so I had to maintain a good image and not let myself turn into a wolf in the moonlight.
"Mom, why didn't you wake me up if you were scared?" To divert my attention, I began chatting with my mother.
Without lifting her head, but now less frightened, my mother slowly replied, "I thought you were asleep and didn't want to disturb you."
The fact that my mother was so scared but still reluctant to disturb me touched me deeply. I tilted her chin to force her to look at me and said earnestly, "I'll let it slide this time, but in the future, you must wake me up, understand?"
My domineering yet gentle eyes made my mother feel a little flustered. She wanted to avoid my gaze, but I held her chin, not allowing her to escape. After just two seconds of eye contact, my mother's heart grew chaotic, and she could only shift her gaze and say, "Understood."
"That's more like it." I happily declared, then lightly kissed my mother's rosy lips.
Even after being kissed, my mother remained somewhat dazed, wondering what had just happened. How did she end up behaving so obediently, like a submissive woman? Her cheeks began to heat up, while her thoughts accused me of using this tactic to deceive countless women.
Of course, I had no idea what my mother was thinking. I continued chatting with her, sometimes saying something, sometimes saying nothing. My mother, in order to remain calm, cooperated with me. Time passed bit by bit in this manner.
However, this tender moment came and went quickly. Just as my mother was giggling uncontrollably, she shifted her leg slightly and accidentally touched my bulge. Her laughter abruptly ceased, and she looked up at me. I looked back at her, our eyes meeting, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Taking in the fragrance of her delicate body in my embrace, I could no longer contain myself. I tightly held my mother and passionately kissed her sweet lips, bringing her body even closer, with the bulge pressing firmly against her thigh.
Mother couldn't react in time. The warm scene had made her forget how tempting her mature body was. By the time she sensed something was wrong, it was already too late.
"Mmm... Um..."
I wrapped my arm around Mother's slender waist, making her arch her chest, while my other hand held her head, tilting it ninety degrees in a beautiful pose. Like that, she looked up, enduring my rough kiss.
In my embrace, Mother appeared fragile like a blade of grass. She sat on my lap, her upper body restrained. She desperately tried to squeeze my chest with her small hands, but it felt like she was squeezing a piece of steel. The bulging muscles were beyond her strength to move. Mother had no choice but to express her discontent by swinging her legs.
I admit I got carried away, resulting in an overly domineering kiss. My tongue ventured recklessly into Mother's tender mouth, ravaging it madly. Her delicate tongue was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, to be played with however I pleased.
Under these rough actions, Mother knew she was powerless to resist. She also knew she had never been able to fight back. All she could do was try to hold on to her boundaries for as long as possible, although she didn't know how long she could endure.
Gradually, Mother's hands stopped resisting and instinctively rested on my shoulders, silently enduring it all, hoping that time would pass quickly, allowing her to escape.
Unfortunately, this kiss lasted too long. My rising body temperature emitted a strong hormone scent that infiltrated Mother's nostrils, roaming through every corner of her body, igniting her senses and unleashing all the hidden desires.
"Oh... Mmm... Yes..."
Perhaps due to long-pent-up desire, this time it happened faster than any before. The tingling sensation in her pussy drove Mother to frantically rub her thighs together. Her love juices flowed out in waves, instantly soaking her underwear and continuously wetting my thigh.
Feeling the liquid on my leg, I momentarily released Mother and lifted her skirt. As expected, I saw the dripping love juices. Only then did Mother realize what was happening and hurriedly pulled her skirt down, trying to cover up the embarrassing sight.
Mother's charming appearance as she ashamedly pulled her skirt with a blushing face made me unable to control myself. I pushed her down onto the couch and pounced on her.
"No...!"
Mother was pinned beneath me, unable to push my body away with her hands and feet spread apart on either side. She cried out in panic.
"Mother..."
I whispered softly in Mother's ear.
Perhaps because I didn't make any further moves, or maybe because Mother knew struggling was futile, she calmed down. However, her voice still trembled when she spoke.
"Xiaofeng... Let Mother get up. It's uncomfortable being pressed like this..."
Mother's excuse was feeble, and even she couldn't believe it when she said it. But in her panic, it was the best she could come up with.
"Mother, you promised me last time."
When Mother heard those words, she already knew there was no escaping today.
'Has it really come to this in the end?'
'No matter how hard I try, can I not avoid it?
"I... I..."
Mother's heart was in turmoil, struggling within.
I reached out and touched Mother's honeyed entrance; even through her panties, I could feel the wetness in my hand.
"You're already wet..."
"Oh..."
Her secret place trembled under stimulation as the mother involuntarily let out a stifled moan.
"Please don't move... Hear me out..."
The mother was also on the verge of losing control, her rationality fading away. Yet, she still wanted to make a final struggle.
"We are mother and son, and this is not right for us to do, it betrays your father."
"But I love you, and you love me too. Can it be that you think it's only familial love?"
"..."
For a moment, my mother was rendered speechless. She also knew that she felt more than just familial love for her son, as he had become a source of security, always arousing uncontrollable emotions within her, like no one ever did in her life.
"Isn't this good enough?"
After a while, the mother spoke again tremblingly, "No. I'm willing to assist you every day, with my mouth, hands, feet, whatever way you desire. Is this still not enough?"
Watching the mother struggling desperately, a wave of sadness arose within me. Could it be that I would never have my mother?
But I truly love my mother...
No…
I don't want to stop here!
I want everything about her!
My mother, I want her entire being dedicated only for myself!
I want her soul to be filled entirely with my figure alone!
"Mom, you can call me selfish or curse me as a bastard, but no matter what, today you cannot escape. Even if you later kick me out or send me to prison, I will bear no grudges. I don't want to live with regret." I became even more determined. I took off my underwear, and my thick hardened cock pressed against my mother's panties, directly touching her labia.
"Do you have to force me?" Trembling, my mother spoke.
"I'm not forcing you, Mom. I just love you. Don't you love me too?"
In this chaotic moment, my mother didn't know what to do. Helplessly, tears streamed down her face.
"I don't know... I don't know what to do..."
Covering her face, she cried and spoke.
"I'm your mother, we shouldn't be like this, but..."
Seeing my helpless and tearful mother, my heart ached. Once again, I pressed against her, but this time, it was gentle.
"Mom, you love me, don't you?"
"You can't be without me, can you?"
"You want this too, don't you?"
A series of questions left my mother bewildered, momentarily unsure of how to respond.
I moved her panties aside and slowly approached with my cock until the tip touched her dripping wet pussy entrance. It was only then that my mother reacted.
"Wait..."
"What's wrong, Mom? Don't you want it?"
My mother looked at me, her eyes filled with struggle. "Once we do this, there's no turning back. Have you thought it through?"
"I had thought it through a long time ago. Has Mom thought it through?" I questioned my mother, and she fell into silence again, torn inside.
'Is it really unavoidable?'
'I can't believe I would willingly engage in an incestuous act...'
'But why don't I feel repulsed at all?'
'The previous two times were clearly filled with sorrow.'
While my mother was battling internally, I didn't remain idle. With force, I pushed my large glans inside her tight hole, gradually penetrating deeper.
The pain in her lower body finally brought my mother back to her senses. She instinctively wanted to refuse but found herself unable to utter a word, completely powerless.
As the shaft went deeper and deeper, until the swollen glans reached halfway, my mother completely abandoned any resistance. Since she couldn't refuse, she decided to embrace the pleasure.
After coming to terms with it, my mother weakly said, "Be gentle..."
Hearing those words, excitement clouded my mind completely. I couldn't control myself. I forcefully thrust my shaft into my mother's dripping pussy, fully burying it.
"Ah..." The sudden penetration made my mother let out a cry. She had intended to scold me, but with my subsequent intense movements, all that came out were uncontrollable soft moans.
"Mmm... Ah... Slow... Ah... Slow down... Mmm... Mmm..."
At that moment, two bodies finally fused intimately, and the outside world's thunderstorm became a mere backdrop. The room reverberated with the sound of a woman's tender moans and the rhythmic collision of flesh.