SPOILER: ***It's a false alarm***
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Although the winter vacation was long, it passed by quickly. On the second day after climbing the mountain, we left our hometown by car, marking the end of this winter vacation journey.
Speaking of gains, if it were when I was a child, I would definitely be receiving New Year's money. However, this time it was different. It seems that human desires are boundless. Even if someone gave me one million, it wouldn't compare to the excitement of being intimate with my mother. Although I can't say I've completely trained her yet, with my relentless efforts, I have finally taken the first step and convinced my mother, who has never worn high heels before, to agree to wear them.
However, to prevent any accidents, I completed all of my winter vacation homework. And on the day we went hiking, I kept my promise and didn't coerce my mother in the car. Of course, a little physical contact was inevitable...
After returning home, I have been looking for opportunities, but these past few days, my mother has been constantly with my father and hasn't mentioned anything about that day. It's as if nothing ever happened, making it difficult for me to find a good opportunity. Let alone wearing high heels, I can't even vent my frustrations on my mother in a simple way. It's not like when we were in our hometown; my father never stayed at home and was always going out to hang out with friends. It's different now; he spends the whole day at home.
This has led me to curse my father many times, wishing he would go out to work overtime, ideally for one or two years, so that I can train my mother into an obedient plaything before he comes back.
Of course, this can only be a fantasy. In the coming years, I will probably continue to secretly train my mother without my father knowing. Hoping for an open and honest relationship? It's almost impossible, unless there's some kind of extraordinary encounter...
These past few days, I haven't left the house in order to seize any opportunity. My father always tells me it's not good to stay home all the time and that I should go out more, but I've always made excuses to avoid it. Little does he know, my mind is preoccupied with his wife's sexy body.
This state of affairs continued until two days before the start of school, when I finally got an opportunity.
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Early that day, I woke up needing to urinate. After going to the bathroom, as I walked past my parents' room, I faintly heard voices from inside.
Driven by curiosity, I leaned against the door and started eavesdropping.
"Wife, let's do it."
The voice sounded like my father's. I suddenly felt confused. My father, who has never seemed interested in sex, how could he suddenly seek intimacy with my mother?
My hands clenched tightly. How I wished my mother would refuse, but I also knew they were the legitimate couple. If they really wanted to do it, how could I stop them?
"Why the sudden desire?"
My mother didn't immediately agree, giving me a glimmer of hope that she might come up with an excuse to avoid it.
"We haven't done it for a long time, and I think a couple should have some romance."
"But Xiaofeng is still at home."
"It's fine. He sleeps until noon every day."
"What if he finds out?"
"Don't worry, he won't."
"Then how about tonight? I have something to do in a while. Hey, stop..."
"It will be quick..."
"..."
The voices suddenly stopped, and I didn't need to think twice about what would happen next.
By now, my mother is probably pinned beneath my father... Just the thought of my mother's soft and delicate body being squeezed by my father, an inexplicable restlessness surged within me. I almost couldn't control myself from rushing in and declaring that she is my woman. However, I managed to suppress it with the last thread of reason I had left.
What's the use of rushing in now? I can prevent it once, but I can't stop it for a lifetime. And this is just what I saw. There are surely things I can't see. After all, they are a married couple.
What should I do?
My heart suddenly tightened painfully.
Perhaps my feelings for my mother go beyond mere manipulation. Maybe there's love involved too. If I only treated my mother as a tool for satisfying my desires, maybe I wouldn't feel this much pain.
But I also know that I can't do it. Even if my mother becomes my sexual slave, a plaything, she is still my loved one. I am not capable of treating my beloved mother indifferently.
I gritted my teeth and desperately tried to maintain my sanity. The urgent task at hand is finding a way to keep my mother away from my father. At the very least, I want her to only desire sex with me, and no one else, not even my father.
But how can I achieve that?
Should I kill my dad? That's definitely not an option. Although it would permanently prevent such incidents from happening again, he is still my father. I haven't become so depraved as to commit patricide.
Otherwise, I would have to completely conquer my mother, make her obey all my commands, including not allowing my father to touch her. But this path would take too long, and during that time, my mother, who has become forbidden fruit to me, will undoubtedly be tainted by my father countless times.
If that doesn't work, I could make my father stay away from my mother for a long time, such as going on extended business trips or even leaving the country. But that would only be a temporary solution, and it's not something I can control.
No matter how much I think about it, I can't come up with a good solution. Nothing seems to work. This is the first time I've felt so useless.
As I listened to the silence from the room, my heart felt chaotic and painful.
I forced a bitter smile, shook my head, and stepped back into the room. I covered my entire body with a thick blanket, concealing every inch of myself, wanting to hide in my own world and calm down.
However, the more I tried, the clearer the images of my mother's alluring body beneath my father became. Her seductive moans echoed in my ears. I struggled to erase these images from my mind, but the more I tried, the more vivid they became. I couldn't shake them off no matter what.
Just as I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, I suddenly heard a clear and pleasant voice.
"Honey, I'm going out first."
I was familiar with that voice. Who else could it be if not my mother?
Mother is going out?
Weren't they just being intimate?
How long has it been?
One minutes? No, it's not even that long.
And she's going out now? What for?
It sounds like she's going out alone.
Countless question marks flashed through my mind, and I wanted to know the answers immediately.
After hesitating for a moment, I couldn't contain my curiosity and pushed open the door, stepping outside.
I saw my mother at the front door. She was wearing jeans and a white cropped jacket, carrying a briefcase, and preparing to put on her shoes. Her squatting motion accentuated the curve of her perfectly rounded, peach-shaped buttocks, a sight that never ceased to captivate.
My mother turned her head upon hearing the sound, astonished to see me up so early. Additionally, with me wearing only a pair of underwear, she was slightly taken aback but didn't dwell on it. She asked in surprise, "Why are you awake so early?"
As I gazed upon my mother's beautiful face, I couldn't help but recall the disturbing image that had flashed through my mind just moments ago. The scene of her being pinned down by someone continued to haunt me.
I remained silent, my gaze shifting towards the bathroom. The light was on, indicating that my father was likely inside. This was the perfect opportunity for my mother to leave. And then... a daring idea surged within me. Under normal circumstances, I might not have taken such a risk, but the recent shock had clouded my judgment. I couldn't think straight.
Without hesitation, I rushed forward and lifted my mother up, surprising her with my actions.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" she instinctively struggled, but I had her securely in my arms, making it impossible for her to maintain her balance. Helplessly, she watched as I carried her towards the bedroom.
"Hush..." I gestured to her in silence. After entering the bedroom, I roughly tossed her onto the bed and turned to close the door. Observing my movements, my mother disregarded the discomfort from the fall and hurriedly crawled off the bed, attempting to stop me.
To prevent her from escaping, I didn't have time to lock the door. With a swift motion, I embraced her in a bear hug, pressing her back onto the bed, rendering her completely immobile. I sat on top of her, ensuring she couldn't move an inch.
"You better get up. Don't push it too far," my mother exerted some force to break free, but my grip was firm. I held her hands tightly against her head, and my legs firmly clamped her waist. She could only futilely kick her legs a few times, but it was all in vain.
I remained silent, staring down at my mother's eyes with an authoritative gaze. I wasn't sure what I wanted to accomplish; all I knew was that I felt uneasy inside. How could I fully control my mother? How could I prevent her from letting my father even touch her fingers?
My angry eyes, filled with madness seemed to unsettle my mother. The silence and my wordless demeanour added a touch of fear to her eyes—not the fear of having done something wrong, but a natural fear of the unknown.
If I were to say something, my mother could continue being angry, scolding me. However, by not saying anything, my mother grew apprehensive. She ceased struggling and trembled as she asked, "Xiaofeng, what's wrong with you?"
Listening to my mother's feeble voice, observing her lips quivering as she spoke, my mind involuntarily drifted into imagining whether my mother also performed blowjob for my father. Even though my mother had once stated that she had only performed blowjob on me, it didn't stop me from indulging in these wild thoughts.
The mere thought of my mother's lips, which I had kissed countless times, performing oral sex on another man ignited an uncontrollable rage within me. The helpless look on my mother's face no longer evoked pity; it only intensified my boundless resentment.
My increasingly sharp gaze and hints of flaring bloodlust I accumulated after killing thousands made my mother extremely anxious and fearful. Though she didn't know what I was thinking, her intuition told her that something dreadful was about to happen.
The atmosphere in the room became eerily still, as if frozen in time, a terrifying silence that terrified my mother. Just as she was about to say something, my father's voice suddenly echoed from outside the door.
"Xiaofeng, are you awake?"
Upon hearing his voice, my mother trembled and became somewhat absent-minded.
'What should I do?'
'If he saw us in this ambiguous state, he would surely think of something inappropriate. How would I explain it?'
While Mom was contemplating how to handle the situation, I took action. I swiftly pulled up a thick blanket and covered Mom with it, then lay down beside her.
"Stay hidden and don't move!" I whispered to Mom in a low voice.
Since it was winter, the blanket was thick enough, and Mom's figure was slim enough that even though she was still wearing jeans and a coat, one wouldn't notice there was an extra person without careful observation.
Just as I had settled in, Dad entered the room.
"Dad," I greeted him, patting Mom's head beneath the blanket to signal her not to panic.
"Oh, you're awake. Are you using the computer? If not, can I use it?" Dad pointed to the computer, oblivious to any irregularities.
"Oh, I don't need it. You can use it," I calmly replied.
While Dad and I conversed outside as if nothing was amiss, Mom dared not make a sound, staying hidden under the covers, afraid that even the slightest movement might expose her.
The current position we were in was truly awkward. Mom was positioned lower, while I was positioned higher, causing her nose to be right in front of my erect cock. The thick and long shaft was barely contained by my underwear, almost bursting through it. It firmly pressed against Mom's nose.
Mom, who was already hesitant to breathe deeply, now held her breath completely. She had accidentally taken a deep breath, inhaling the strong musky scent. Though it wasn't repulsive, the unmistakable aroma of masculine hormones was overwhelming. Mom felt as if that scent permeated her body like a tangible force, leaving her mind blank. She wanted to escape but dared not make any sudden movements, choosing instead to minimize her breaths and reduce the intrusion of the scent.
Unlike Mom, I felt no panic whatsoever. On the contrary, Dad's presence made me even more excited, causing my cock to grow uncontrollably.
Glancing at Dad, who had his back turned to me, engrossed in the computer, both of my hands ventured beneath the covers.
One hand held Mom's head down, pressing it onto my crotch, preventing her from escaping, while the other hand pulled down the edge of my underwear. The glans, restrained by the underwear, moved downward, gliding along Mom's charming face from her nose to her lips and then to her chin.
Mom wanted to resist, but she couldn't make any noticeable movements. By the time her hands reached her chest, it was already too late. The underwear had slid down to my thighs. Like a prisoner breaking free from its shackles, my cock immediately rebounded, forcefully striking Mom's chin.
Instinctively, Mom recoiled, nearly exposing her lifted buttocks. Fortunately, I didn't make any further moves, and Mom didn't stir either.
I was also startled by the situation. To make Mom behave obediently, I picked up my phone, made a quick note, and showed it to her.
"Don't move recklessly; Dad will notice. Come a bit closer."
When Mom read this passage, her heart broke, and she felt so desperate that she wanted to cry.
If only she hadn't been pinned down by me from the beginning, if she hadn't hidden under the covers like theif, then she wouldn't have to be so nervously engaged in this secret affair.
But there are no regrets in this world. Mom can only follow my arrangements because she can't see what's happening outside and can only choose to trust my words. She slowly moves her body towards me, snuggled up close, with her hands nowhere to rest, temporarily placing them on the bed.
In her heart, she continuously prays, praying that I won't do anything inappropriate at this moment.
However, Mom's prayers clearly have no effect. In this situation, if I don't do something, wouldn't that mean I'm out of my mind?
After a couple of minutes passed and Mom started to relax a little, I proceeded with the next action.
I swiftly pressed Mom's head downward toward my groin, while my other hand supported the erect cock, exploring her delicate cherry lips. The process went very smoothly, and with a single touch, I found the perfect spot on Mom's small mouth. Instantly, it broke through her two rest lips, resting against her clenched teeth.
As expected, Mom began to struggle, but apart from shaking her head from side to side, she didn't dare to move any other part of her body. The word "futile" would be an apt description for her level of struggle.
I wasn't in a hurry because the air inside the covers was already thin, and Mom was wearing clothes. The thick coat, combined with the heavy blanket, caused her skin to exude a thin layer of sweat, making her feel restless and overheated. In such circumstances, relying on nose breathing alone was unsustainable.
I held the glans in the palm of my hand, extending my thumb to prevent the lips from closing. I took advantage of the opportunity, and any other fingers that could touch Mom's lips joined in, ensuring her lips tightly encased the glans. This way, unless Mom opened her mouth, she could only breathe through her nose.
Gradually, with my deliberate actions, I could clearly feel Mom's breath becoming rapid. Her continuous nasal exhales struck my abdomen, and I could sense the intense heat. I knew how uncomfortable Mom must be, on the verge of suffocation.
And indeed, that was the case. Mom felt dizzy, and there was only one word in her mind: heat.
'It's so uncomfortable... I can't breathe...'
'My husband is right next to us... What should I do...'
'I can't stop Xiaofeng at all. My strength is meaningless in front of him...'
Mom desperately tried to pull my arms away, but it was futile. Instead, it only raised her body temperature even more rapidly.
Actually, deep down, Mom understood what I wanted, but she also had the dignity of a mother. If we had discussed it properly or if it were a more normal situation, Mom would rarely resist and would choose to surrender.
However, this feeling of being coerced is the most unbearable for a mother, especially in such a dangerous situation.
She fears that she will drift further away from her true self, even though she has already reached the point where her son can manipulate her. She believes she can still maintain her sense of self.
But if she chooses to comply when coerced, or even becomes accustomed to such occurrences, the consequences...
Mother doesn't dare to think about it, nor does she want to. Moreover, the current situation doesn't allow her much time for contemplation.
She holds on for another five minutes, but the air entering her nose fails to meet her body's needs. Mother strongly desires to open her mouth wide and take a deep breath, even just once.
'Secretly... Just for a moment... Should it be possible?'
Once this thought arises, it becomes uncontrollable. Mother, unable to resist the suffocating pressure, carefully opens her mouth.
Finally couldn't bear it.
Mother cannot see my wicked smile, and neither can father.
Just as Mother's teeth create a narrow gap, I swiftly insert my finger, forcibly prying open her tightly clenched jaw and stretching it wider and wider.
In the instant Mother opens her mouth, she regrets it, but it's too late. Only when she tries to forcefully close her mouth again does she realize she has no strength left. She can only allow her own lips to be pried open, followed closely by the long-awaited, large glans.
And in that moment, I reach the ultimate pleasure, as the unstoppable glans penetrates into a wet and warm paradise.