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"Dad, where's Mom?"
"Your mom went to school to prepare for classes. Isn't the new semester starting soon?"
"Oh, why didn't you take her?"
"I was planning to, but then the boss called and I had some work to attend to."
"Oh."
Unaware of my seemingly casual inquiry, my father didn't notice anything unusual. He didn't even turn around, busy with something on his computer.
If he had looked back, he would have seen the rhythmic movement of my blanket. Most people would assume such motions and frequency meant engaging in inappropriate activities.
But in reality, my biological mother, his wife, was pressed down by me, providing forced oral service under the covers. He would never suspect that just moments ago, his wife, whom he thought went to school, was actually positioned less than 2 meters away, pleasuring someone else with her mouth...
Having obtained the desired answer, I lost interest in further conversation and instead focused on enjoying my mother's "service."
Lying on my side for the first time while receiving blowjob from my mother felt even more pleasurable than usual. Every time she took the penis into her mouth, her face would touch my thighs, creating a unique sensation that stimulated me. It was as if I was holding my mother's head and pressing her entirely against my groin.
A sense of satisfaction... a sense of conquest... physical and psychological pleasure...
Various delightful feelings surged through every limb and fibre of my body, and in this highly stimulating situation, the intense pleasure almost made me moan out loud.
I had no choice but to tightly hold my mother's head, fully penetrating her throat with my penis and pausing momentarily.
However, despite the pleasure, there was a slight flaw. I couldn't see my mother's face.
That view from above, watching her cherry lips wrap around the penis, her big eyes blinking pitifully—it brought a perverse thrill that was equally addictive.
While I was experiencing the opposite, my mother, currently in the bed, felt more uncomfortable than ever before.
The cramped space, the constant danger of being discovered, her once proud self-esteem now controlled by someone else—these experiences of humiliation and despair were things she never wanted to go through again in her lifetime.
Yet, she had no way of changing the situation. She had no knowledge of the outside world and couldn't make any sudden movements. All she could do was desperately push against my thighs to express her dissatisfaction.
But just because my mother couldn't see didn't mean I couldn't see. Father, still completely oblivious, continued to tinker with my computer, unknowingly providing me with the perfect opportunity to humiliate his wife.
While controlling my mother, I also revelled in the pleasure of her wet mouth. During this careful exploration, I realized that the front of my penis seemed to be touching deeper flesh—was that my mother's throat?
If I could penetrate all the way, ruthlessly thrusting into her throat, how amazing would that feel...
I didn't know, as I had never experienced the pleasure of real deepthroating before, but I really wanted to give it a try.
Coincidentally, at this moment, my penis had cooled down enough, so I held my mother's head and once again resumed the action between my thighs. However, this time, the tip of my penis was pushing against her narrow throat.
I was curious—whenever I had done this before, my mother would struggle and resist in discomfort. But in this situation, what would she do?
If I could use this opportunity to experience the marvellous sensation of my mother's throat, then perhaps what he experienced this morning wouldn't be for nothing.
Gradually, my mother began to realize my intentions. The tip of my penis hovered near her throat, and the movements from her hands were not as significant as before. Unlike the usual rise and fall, each time I entered, it was only about 3 centimetres. And each time, I went slightly deeper. Although it wasn't much, my intelligent mother could sense the danger.
She gripped my thighs harder, and every time my cock reached her throat and refused to retreat, she would pinch me hard. I didn't need to think twice—my mother was obviously trying her best to control the urge to vomit. If she accidentally made a sound, it would be impossible to explain.
And indeed, it was true. My mother was still wearing her winter coat, her whole body feeling hot. In the bed, the lack of oxygen made it difficult for her to breathe properly, and with the constant presence of my penis near her throat, she felt as if she were suffocating.
Restless, stuffy, and suffocating...
Various sensations intertwined, assaulting my mother's psychological defences. She felt as if she were at her wit's end, longing to lift the covers and take a few breaths of fresh air. But she couldn't do it. She didn't want to shatter her happy family, and she feared being discovered.
She didn't know when these thoughts began. Initially, she had been so sad that she contemplated suicide, wanting to confess everything to her husband. But now, after being repeatedly taken advantage of by the large cock in her mouth, she no longer had the intention to confess. It seemed like she had become accustomed to these acts, believing them to be a part of her daily life, even though it did improve her son's academic performance...
But things had progressed to a point where she had completely lost control. From the beginning of masturbation, oral sex, and now being able to play with her own body anytime, anywhere, my mother felt like she had fallen into a trap—a corrupt abyss designed specifically for her.
I didn't know my mother's thoughts at this moment, nor did I have the inclination to speculate. Sensing her diminishing resistance, I thought she had given up. Seizing the opportunity, I gradually pushed the tip of my penis deeper into her throat.
When my mother snapped out of her thoughts, she clearly felt her throat being breached, struggling to keep her throat open as I slowly entered.
Although my mother quickly reacted, desperately using her agile tongue to resist, it was futile against the thick and large cock.
The intense urge to vomit overwhelmed my mother, and eventually, she made a sound.
"Ugh..."
A barely audible sound echoed, freezing both of us on the bed. No one dared to move.
I held my mother's head without making any movements, and my mother understood the situation. It could be described as a life-or-death moment, and we both tensed up.
One second... Two seconds...
Nearly ten seconds passed before my father, who had been diligently working, finally broke the silence. I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, my mother managed to control herself in time, and with the thick blanket muffling most of the sound, it was unlikely that my father would discover anything.
But I dared not continue. My mother's throat wasn't ready for further penetration; it couldn't withstand the thrusts of the penis. It seemed like I would need to find an opportunity to train my mother's deepthroating skills.
Although I dared not move further, the pleasure was irresistible. With just tip of my penis inside her throat, my entire body felt electrified, as if surges of electric currents passed through me. The abnormally soft and tender flesh in her throat uncontrollably wriggled, continuously stimulating me. My entire penis became incredibly hard like never before, making me unwilling to withdraw.
My mother gradually relaxed, sensing my restlessness. Afraid that I would continue to penetrate deeper, she quickly grasped the base of my penis with her hand, preventing me from entering any further. This gave her a sense of security.
And so, neither my mother nor I moved. I was reluctant to pull out, and my mother was afraid that releasing her grip would result in the penis piercing her throat. Time passed, minute by minute, in this stalemate.
In truth, my mother's worries were completely unnecessary. As the tip of the penis moved further back, it became thicker. Even if my mother didn't resist, it wouldn't easily enter her throat. Her petite mouth had gradually adapted to the enormous penis through my continuous training. Deepthroating was clearly not something that could be achieved overnight. If my mother didn't cooperate, I would definitely not succeed.
But the current situation delighted me. I wanted my mother to experience the feeling of deepthroating in advance. It would be helpful for future training.
The breakthrough of the cock made my mother uncomfortable. Within just two seconds, she would experience waves of nausea. However, with preparation, my mother no longer vomited audibly but managed to control herself. Yet, she couldn't control the urge to vomit. Although she made no sound, her throat continuously convulsed, stimulating my cock. It was an incredibly pleasurable sensation.
Another half an hour passed, and when my mother felt her chin sore and unbearable, extremely deprived of oxygen and dizzy, my father finally finished his work.
"Dad, are you done?" I called from outside, and my mother's lifeless eyes regained a hint of colour.
"Yeah, I'm going to take a rest for a while. I'll call you for lunch later."
"Okay."
After a brief conversation, my mother heard the sound of the door closing.
Then, the penis that had been inserted in her mouth suddenly withdrew. Without much thought, my mother struggled to sit up.
However, she clearly underestimated the effects of suffocation on her body. Her arms had no strength, and even the blanket on her body felt like a mountain, impossible to resist.
When she finally managed to sit up, she took a deep breath of fresh air and caught a glimpse of me standing at the doorway.
I had locked the door precisely to prevent my father from barging in and interrupting my moment of pleasure. How could I bear to leave my mother's delightful little mouth?
My mother's current appearance was truly beyond anyone's control. She looked like she had just emerged from a steam sauna, with a fine layer of sweat covering any exposed skin. Especially on her face and forehead, large drops of sweat were visible, replacing the usual fair complexion with a reddish hue. Her bright eyes were bloodshot from the prolonged nausea, and two glistening tears hung at the corners of her eyes, evoking sympathy.
Her mouth, which had been penetrated by the penis for a long time, had trouble closing properly. It remained slightly open, with saliva uncontrollably flowing out and dripping down her chin, staining the bedsheets. Even where my mother's head had lain, saliva pooled together, diluting even the bedsheets.
Her once sleek and smooth long hair appeared slightly dishevelled, as if she had just taken a shower. Wisps of mist swirled between the strands of hair, and a few rebellious strands clung to her flushed cheeks. My mother didn't have the energy to push them away; she just breathed heavily, causing her already ample chest to rise and fall dramatically.
Mother's posture doesn't reveal even a hint of a fairy-like appearance; she appears completely like a resentful woman.
The hidden bestial nature within me suddenly erupts. I couldn't wait to strip off my clothes, wanting nothing more than to overpower and humiliate Mother.
As I undressed, Mother was also adjusting herself, inhaling the cool and fresh air, gradually regaining consciousness.
Upon seeing me completely naked, a strong sense of unease compelled Mother to try to stop me. However, as soon as she tried to speak, she felt a sudden pain in her jaw and couldn't utter a word. She could only watch me pounce on her helplessly, as I pinned her down and used my hands to control her.
I pressed against Mother's ample breasts, my large glans positioned right in front of her face, my urethral opening wide open, as if I were about to devour Mother in one bite. Mother quickly averted her gaze, unable to meet my eyes.
Now Mother is praying to a deity that doesn't answer but she dare not scream because Father is just outside the door. She can't imagine the consequences if she were to be discovered. Yet, she knows very well the consequences of not being discovered: being ruthlessly toyed with.
Caught between being discovered and not being discovered, Mother once again chose the latter. She closed her beautiful eyes, waiting for the impending humiliation.
However, after a few seconds of waiting, the expected event did not occur. The man on top of her remained motionless. Mother hesitated for a moment and then opened her eyes, meeting my sharp gaze.
Anger, resentment, and a terrifying gaze filled Mother with confusion. At this moment, she wondered why she wasn't the one angry. How is it that she felt her son was the angriest one, judging by his eyes?
Mother couldn't comprehend it. She didn't know where things went wrong. The gaze fixed upon her was substantial, slowly eroding her psychological defences. She couldn't hold on for long, and her collapse was imminent.
Just as Mother was about to give in, I spoke up.
"Did you sleep with him this morning?"
My tone was calm, devoid of interrogation or anger. But it felt more like the calm before a storm, ready to erupt at any moment.
Mother clearly understood who the "him" in my words referred to. It was only now that she realized why I was so agitated, why I disregarded everything and brought her back to the room, filled with anger.
However, Mother also didn't understand.
'He is my husband after all. Even if we haven't done for a long time, isn't it natural for me to be with him?'
'It's not like I'm cheating, right?'
'And if we're talking about infidelity, it's you, isn't it?'
'Besides, I am your mother. When did it become your turn to restrict my personal freedom?'
Thinking of these things, Mother became furious. She widened her eyes and locked gazes with me, disregarding the pain in her jaw, enunciating each lying word slowly, "Yes! I did it! So what?"
After finishing her sentence, Mother still felt somewhat unsatisfied and continued, "Moreover, he's much better than you!"
!!!
Upon hearing these words, I instantly exploded, my mind filled with anger.
Damn it!
To say in front of me that another man is stronger than me, could I tolerate that? No way!
"Fine! If I don't make you beg for mercy today, don't expect to leave this room!"
I was thoroughly annoyed. After saying this fiercely, I immediately got up and forcefully removed my mother's jeans.
"Don't, your father is still outside."
Seeing my fierce expression, my mother regretted it in that instant. She tightly held onto her pants, trying to stop me. She knew that if I really disregarded everything, without any regard for her well-being, with that enormous "rod," it would be enough to satisfy her and more, not to mention my perverted stamina.
Unfortunately, I was consumed by anger, and I violently took off her pants, tossing them aside. Without hesitation, I grabbed the edge of my mother's underwear and forcefully pulled, instantly tearing the thin fabric.
"Rip..."
The small underwear, in the face of absolute strength, was as fragile as paper, with only a small intact piece hanging on my mother's snow-white thigh, revealing a pure and tender labia.
Without much admiration, I didn't even bother to remove my mother's padded jacket. I immediately approached, isolating my mother's two beautiful legs on either side. With one hand gripping her wrists, securing them above her head, the rigid shaft didn't require any assistance; it easily pressed against her pussy opening.
The other hand climbed up my mother's lovely face, forcefully covering her delicate lips, applying so much pressure that her head sank deep into the pillow.
Looking at my mother's pleading gaze, I felt no sympathy whatsoever. This time, I didn't intend to be gentle like before. The raging anger inside me made it impossible to remain calm; I just wanted to vent, and vent brutally.
With all my strength, without any foreplay, I forcefully inserted my entire cock for the first time, directly reaching her core.
"Ugh!!!"
The sudden intense pain caused my mother's body to tense up completely. If her mouth hadn't been covered, that desperate sound surely would have been heard from fifty meters away.
The tearing, swollen sensation in her pussy made my mother experience pain comparable to giving birth. Tears uncontrollably streamed down, and she instinctively contracted her tight opening, clenching her hands tightly, wishing to dig her nails into her flesh to alleviate the pain. The regret in her heart was beyond words.
'Why did I impulsively provoked him?'
'Why didn't I just told the truth?'
My mother wanted to free her wrists and remove the restraint on her mouth. Her mind was consumed by the single thought of explaining herself and ending all of this. She wanted to explain that nothing happened, that she never let him touch her.
However, I didn't give her a chance to explain. After a brief three-second pause, I withdrew my shaft and began the second thrust.