Chapter 16
The moans became louder and rougher, before--
"Mhhnnmm."
A guttural moan was released from Alicia's mouth. Her thighs slammed together around Alan's face crushing him in between, as his mother's love fluid sprayed onto his face and in his mouth. Alan even felt like he might just ejaculate at this moment.
And just when Alan thought it was over, his mother's grip around his head tightened locking him in place, with his mouth over his mother's pussy.
After Alicia had just cum, a sudden urge rose in her lower body, making her realize she hadn't been to the toilet in a while.
As she looked down at her son, who was struggling between her legs, a sadistic smile rose on her lips, as she realizes that she had her own private toilet right between her legs.
Soon, Alan felt a warm stream enter his mouth, for the second time in his life. The taste was just like last time, disgustingly sour, with a distinct taste of piss.
Overcoming his surprise, he instantly began swallowing down his mother's warm piss.
The combo of the taste of warm piss in his mouth and the smell of his mother's dirty panties over his nose finally breached Alan's limits. His pulsing cock exploded, ejaculating white cum all over the floor below the sofa.
The flow of piss continued for a few seconds, before slowly receding to a few droplets. Alan, as usual, stuck out his tongue to clean his mother's pussy.
Alicia, feeling his son's tongue cleaning her pussy, had the feeling she could just lie on this sofa for the rest of her life, and all her needs would be taken care of by her worshipping son. She truly felt like royalty at this moment.
Unfortunately, this moment couldn't last forever. When she felt her pussy was fully cleaned and enjoyed a little extra of her son's cunnilingus, she pushed his head away, before standing up.
Then, she noticed that Alan had at some point ejaculated over the floor, probably drinking her piss.
She smiled, "You can clean up after yourself, and remember to throw those dirty underwear in the laundry."
After saying that, without giving Alan any more attention, she walked out of the living room, her hips swaying like a queen with every move. She left as nonchalantly as she entered, almost as if nothing had happened in the living room.
Alan, now naked and alone, with a stomach full of his mother's piss and his face covered in her love juices, and a few black pubic hairs, felt slightly dejected. He had hoped his mother would ask him to submit at this moment, yet she instead just asked him to clean and left.
This indifference was kind of exciting in itself, yet he had a bad premonition.
And that premonition showed itself to be correct. For the next few days, Alicia still acted like nothing had happened. Alan noticed a small conflict in her eyes as she looked at him, yet she never asked anything of him again.
Like this, Alan realized that there was no future where he would become his mother's slave. He loved his mother dearly, yet after experiencing so much of his dream, he was unable to go back to just being her son. He decided he had to leave, if only just for a few weeks.
Therefore, the next Saturday, he called out to his mother, ready to tell her he was moving out.
"Mom, I have something important to talk with you about," a faint sense of déjà vu appeared inside Alan, 'Yes, it was also like this when I first confessed.'
Thinking back, he had really done a whole lot to accomplish his dream, so at this point, he felt like he could be satisfied.
"What is it, Alan?" Alicia responded, noticing how serious Alan seemed. She also became slightly worried. The truth was, she had had a ton of inner conflict since that evening when she vented on her son after work.
It was truly amazing. All the bad feelings which she had accumulated had vanished with abusing her son, yet that wasn't the only thing. She has also been filled with confidence afterward.
That was until she really thought through what she had done. At this point, how could she not accept Alan as her slave? If not just for herself, but also for his own sanity.
Yet, the thought of selfishly binding her son to the fate of serving her was truly conflicting. It was both arousing and concerning at the same time.
In the end, she just decided to ignore the problem, unable to find a good solution. She believed she had a lot of time to think about it, so she wasn't in a rush to find an answer.
"Mom, the truth is...I've decided to move out." That was, at least, until she heard these words. Then her mind blanked.
Alan watched his mother's unresponsive expression, hoping to find just a bit of reluctance, yet she gave him nothing to read from.
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