I gasped heavily, my cock still rock-hard despite having just ejaculated. As the passion subsided, fear gradually crept in, leaving me feeling as if I were floating in a void. My body burned with heat, and my mind went completely blank.
Even though I had worn a condom, the rough, forceful thrusting couldn't have gone entirely unnoticed by Mom, even in her drunken stupor. If she woke up tomorrow and sensed something amiss, with me being the only man in the room, the case would solve itself without any investigation.
What should I do? I'm fucking dead!
I released my hands from the inside of Mom's thighs. Her long, slender legs, spread wide in a split, slowly closed together, pressing tightly against my hips as she curled them onto the bed. Her entire body seemed to go limp, with disheveled hair covering her delicate face. Her brows were furrowed, her right hand gripping the edge of the pillow tightly, her red lips slightly parted as she panted softly.
In the darkness, I could faintly make out the plump, pale mound between her legs, where the entrance to her pussy was only slightly open—a small, round hole that looked barely large enough to fit a finger.
Such a tight, narrow passage had just been forced open by my thick, hard cock. There was no way she hadn't felt it.
If Mom woke up tomorrow and asked about it, I…
What should I do? I'm fucking dead!
Kneeling between Mom's legs, I scratched my head anxiously. My cock remained stiff, standing tall and almost pressed against my lower abdomen. Even though I had already cum once, my lust hadn't been fully satisfied. If anything, the burning desire felt even stronger than before.
I reached down and pulled off the condom with a sharp snap, nearly splattering the bed with the semen inside. The large, crimson head of my cock was still slick with thick, milky fluid. I absentmindedly wiped it with my sleeve, my mind racing as I tried to figure out how to face the impending storm.
Deny everything? Yes, deny everything. I didn't cum inside her, so as long as I refuse to admit it, it'll be fine. Mom has no evidence. If her vagina hurts, what does that have to do with me? Right?
Yes, I'll just deny it to the end.
I didn't know if this plan would work, but it was the only option I had left.
Mom's breathing gradually steadied. Her right hand, which had been gripping the pillow, relaxed, and her long, sexy legs stretched forward. The black lace panties snapped back into place, completely covering her smooth, plump pussy as if nothing had ever happened.
Amidst my anxiety, lust stirred once more. Since I was already planning to deny everything, what difference did it make if I went in once or twice? Why not… why not just do it one more time?
No, absolutely not! The first time could be written off as a mistake, but if I did it again now, it would be knowingly committing a wrong—an unforgivable act of defiance.
But the intoxicating, bone-melting sensation was just too incredible. Neither Lu Yiyi nor the little devil Anuo could ever give me that kind of pleasure, both physically and mentally.
An opportunity like this would never come again.
Just once more! Just one more time, and I swear I'll never have any improper thoughts about Mom again.
No, no, I really can't make this mistake again. The first time could be excused as an accident, but doing it again would truly be a sin against heaven.
But... the mistake has already been made. What difference does it make whether I do it once or seventy or eighty times? After tonight, even if I don't get killed by Mom, I'll never have another chance like this.
I tried to convince myself in my mind, but my hands had already torn open a new condom and slipped it over my hard cock. Then, kneeling forward, my fingers trembling yet moving with practiced ease, I pulled aside the black panties. Leaning my hips forward, I pressed the head of my cock against her smooth, plump mound, parting the soft, tender lips of her pussy. Over and over, I told myself—just once, only this once.
Finally, gritting my teeth, I thrust in hard!
Mom's body shuddered, her long, beautiful legs trembling as if in a spasm. A soft, whimpering moan escaped her throat.
My cock filled her smooth, hairless pussy once more, and I couldn't hold back a low groan. Closing my eyes, I savored the tight, pleasurable sensation of her warm, wet walls wrapping around my shaft. Even through the condom, the warmth and slickness were unmistakable, sending waves of tingling pleasure coursing through every part of my body.
After a moment of stillness, I began to move gently, my eyes narrowed to slits as I looked down.
Though the room was pitch dark with no lights on, I could still make out the full, pale mound—smooth and tender, without a single pubic hair. The entrance was tight, the lips slightly recessed, almost like a young girl's.
I watched as my thick, hard cock slid in and out of that soft, pale mound. Compared to the first time, her pussy was now slick with arousal. With each thrust, the plump, steamed bun-like entrance would cave inward, and when I pulled back, it would bring out a glimpse of pink, tender flesh. The sight was indescribably alluring and erotic.
Mom's sexy body rocked back and forth with my movements. Her red lips parted again, releasing soft pants and moans that stirred something deep inside me, fueling my desire even more. Her sounds were a hundred, a thousand times more arousing than any woman's moans in videos, more potent than any aphrodisiac in the world.
This was already the second time I was fucking Mom's beautiful pussy. This time, the fear and tension had lessened slightly, but the guilt was even stronger. My whole body burned with heat, my mind foggy with desire. My rock-hard cock thrust in and out of her tight, slick passage, wrapped tightly by her soft, velvety walls. Each time the head pushed deep, it would bump against something soft and slippery—a tender, almost elusive spot at the very end, like a little mouth that would occasionally suck gently at the tip. That was Mom's cervix.
Kneeling between her legs, thrusting my cock into her beautiful pussy, I gasped for breath, my movements growing more and more intense. The tingling pleasure had taken over my mind, making me forget how dangerous it would be if Mom woke up and realized what was happening. I even forgot the guilt of incest, only wanting to feel my cock moving in and out of her smooth, steamed bun-like pussy.
"Ah... mmm... ah... oh..."
Mom's soft moans filled the air, her disheveled hair swaying across her flushed, enchanting face. Her eyes were tightly shut, her brows slightly furrowed, and her hands gripped the sheets once more. It was impossible to tell whether she was in pain or pleasure.
But her long, slender legs involuntarily curled upward, and her plump, rounded hips unconsciously matched the thrusts of my cock.
This discovery filled me with delight. Leaning forward, I braced my hands on either side of my mother's chest, gazing at her exquisite face as I thrust faster and faster.
Looking at her breasts, still encased in her bra, I felt an irresistible itch. After hesitating for a long time, I finally made up my mind. Swallowing hard, I paused my movements and carefully reached behind her back. After fumbling for a while, I finally managed to unhook the clasp.
Because she was drunk, her body was as soft as if she had no bones. Her delicate arms lay limp as I removed her bra, revealing her full, ample breasts before my eyes.
In the dim light, my mother's breasts appeared incredibly soft. Even lying flat on the bed, the flesh of her breasts spilled outward, heavy and sagging, yet still round and full, as white and smooth as melons. At the center, two cherry-like nipples stood erect, with areolas no larger than a coin. Though slightly darker than a young girl's, they were still glossy, delicate, and lovely.
I reached out with trembling hands and placed them on my mother's breasts. The touch was soft and smooth, like fine, creamy jade.
With a gentle squeeze, the flesh spilled between my fingers—so much that one hand couldn't fully grasp it.
My mouth felt dry, and I kept swallowing saliva. My hands kneaded her breasts freely as I imagined the scene from my childhood, lying in her arms and nursing. At the same time, I kept warning myself: This is too much, too much. If I keep messing around like this, she'll wake up.
After kneading for a while, I reluctantly let go. Gripping her slender waist, I thrust my cock into her moist, soft, and smooth mound, moving slowly and steadily.
Her white, plump breasts swayed gently with each impact, like half-filled bags of milk.
Seeing this beautiful sight, I grew even more restless. Since things had already come to this, I'd worry about tomorrow when it arrived.
My cock thrust faster and harder into her mound, and her large, melon-like breasts bounced up and down, forming waves of pale flesh.
"Mmm... mmm... oh... ah..."
My mother's moans and gasps grew increasingly sweet. Her long, slender legs even lightly clamped around my hips, and her mound, wet with juices, tightened in spasms.
"Ah... ah... mmm... oh... no... ah... gentle... oh... it hurts..."
Her hands began to clutch at the sheets again. Her red lips parted slightly, her upper body arched, and a fine layer of sweat glistened on her smooth, pale skin. Her moans and gasps blended into a continuous stream, gradually taking on a sobbing tone.
I wasn't in a hurry to finish, but the incredible pleasure was too intense. Even with the condom reducing sensitivity, after thrusting for a while, I felt the urge to climax building.
While kneading her soft breasts with one hand, I thrust wildly into her plump, white mound. After a fierce assault, my mother let out a soft cry, her sexy body trembling in spasms. With a low groan, I released a surge of hot fluid through the condom.
Her red lips parted slightly as she gasped for breath. Her pale skin flushed pink, now slick with sweat and sticky, but filled with the scent of hormones and desire.
After climaxing a second time, my cock finally softened.
As the passion faded, fear crept back in. Gazing at my mother's flushed face, I felt as if I could already sense the countdown of my life. Cold sweat broke out uncontrollably, my limbs grew weak, and I felt utterly drained.
After a moment of stunned silence, I shakily removed the condom from my penis, then rolled off the bed and carefully wiped my mother's body.
Though I hadn't ejaculated inside her, my firm shaft had moved in and out of her tight passage like a rod, churning the overflowing juices into a frothy foam.
After searching around, I found wet wipes on the desk. I pulled aside her black lace panties and gently wiped her plump, fleshy mound. Wherever my fingers touched, it was soft, smooth, and tender, like tofu.
After cleaning her beautiful, hairless mound, I thought about helping her put her bra back on. But at that moment, she was limp and boneless, and no matter how I tried, I couldn't get it on. In the end, I simply tossed it aside, pretending she had taken it off herself. After all, she was drunk and wouldn't remember anything.
...
Did my mother really not know anything? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that when I left the room, my legs were trembling so much they felt like they were about to give out.
I first went to Lu Yiyi's bedroom door, pressed my ear against it, and listened quietly for a long time. Hearing no sound, I assumed she was truly asleep. Only then did I return to the living room sofa and collapse onto it.
Lying on the sofa, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Images of my mother's angry face kept flashing through my mind. Guilt and fear washed over me, making my scalp tingle, my hands and feet turn cold, and cold sweat continue to break out.
I had felt this way before—when I was a child, I secretly took my father's money to go to an internet café. While playing, I was ecstatic, but on the way home, I was terrified.
But back then, I was just a kid. Even if I got caught, it would only mean a beating. Tonight was different. If my mother found out about this, she would probably kill me outright.
Though I was terrified, I couldn't stop reliving the sensation of being inside my mother. Even with the condom on, it had felt heavenly. What would it feel like to take off the condom and enter her?
What would it feel like...?
On one side was fear, on the other, a rising desire. After tossing and turning for over two hours, not only did I fail to fall asleep, but I grew more alert. The flesh between my legs stiffened once again, hard as iron.
Just try it... just try it...
It was as if a devil was whispering in my ear. After hesitating for a long time, I finally couldn't resist the temptation. I got up and walked toward the study.
But just as I was about to push the door open, I hesitated again. This was going too far. After all, the person sleeping inside was my mother. The first time had been a mistake, understandable under the circumstances. The second time had been a loss of control, but at least I had used a condom. To do it again would be unforgivable.
But once or twice was enough—there shouldn't be a third or fourth time.
I lingered at the door for a long time before turning back and lying down on the sofa again. I hugged my chest, hoping to fall asleep quickly, but no matter how I tossed and turned, sleep wouldn't come. My lower body felt hot, and my penis grew harder and harder.
Just try putting it in once... after all, I had already done it before. Even with a condom, entering her was still entering her. The act of incest had already become a fact, unchangeable.
Just once... just once... After tonight, there would never be another chance.
As if guided by some unseen force, I found myself standing before the study door once again. I gripped the handle, hesitating for what felt like an eternity, unable to muster the resolve to turn it.
Turning back, I felt a pang of regret at the thought of letting this opportunity slip away—it might become a lifelong regret.
With that thought, I turned around and returned to the door. After another long moment of hesitation, I finally gathered the courage and pushed it open.
The study was still pitch black, with only the faint moonlight from outside casting a vague outline of my mother lying on the bed.
I cautiously made my way over, reaching under the blanket until my hand found her smooth, rounded foot.
My heart pounded wildly, my palms slick with sweat. After a tense pause, I let my hand travel up her slender, beautiful leg, arriving at the alluring, intimate space between her thighs.
I swallowed hard, silently vowing to myself: just one thrust, just to feel what it's like without a condom, and then I'll pull out immediately.
I slipped off my pajama pants, climbed onto the bed, and lifted the blanket. Carefully parting her legs, I skillfully moved aside her black lace panties, once again laying eyes on the tender, plump mound.
Several hours had passed, and the moisture inside had long since dried up. Without lubrication, I knew it would surely cause her pain.
Lost in thought, as if under a spell, I lowered my head between her legs and extended my tongue, giving a gentle lick to the smooth, tight entrance.
That single touch sent a tingling sensation straight to my tongue.
My hot breath brushed against the smooth, full mound. I extended my tongue further, licking her delicate folds like a puppy, one stroke after another. Her body squirmed slightly, and she let out a soft, dreamlike moan.
Through my persistent efforts, the raised mound gradually grew moist and slick, glistening with arousal.
Feeling it was ready, I rose up, gripping my rock-hard, upward-curving shaft. With my thumb pressing against the tip, I positioned it against the plump, tightly closed entrance and pushed forward forcefully. The head instantly sank into the soft, creamy warmth.
Without the barrier of a condom, the sensation of skin against skin was indescribably exhilarating.
The tender entrance, like a small mouth, enveloped the large head, sucking it inward with a gentle pull.
After a brief pause, I took a deep breath, spread the plump folds wider, and pushed all the way in, filling the tight, slippery passage to its fullest.
I was inside—without a condom, I was truly inside.
Her body trembled as if seized by a spasm, and a muffled groan escaped her throat. Her intimate folds tightened instinctively around my shaft. Whether it was from the earlier stimulation or not, a layer of sticky, slippery fluid began to coat my length, enveloping it thickly.
The head pressed firmly against the exquisitely soft core, feeling the tender flesh's gentle suction. My entire shaft was wrapped in layers of soft, velvety warmth—a pleasure so intense it defied description, as if my very soul were being swept away.
"Mmm… ah… mmm…"
She writhed beneath me, soft moans escaping her lips.
I steadied my racing heart, held my breath, and slowly withdrew until only the tip remained at the entrance. In my mind, I reasoned: one thrust is no different from two—I'll just make sure to pull out before finishing.
With that thought, I thrust my hips, pressing the head of my cock once more against the tender core deep within her, then began to slowly move in and out of her honeyed passage a few times.
Mom's core was incredibly tender—soft, springy, and delicate. With each thrust, I sank half an inch into her supple flesh, which wrapped around the head of my cock, writhing and sucking, sending waves of pleasure so intense it felt as if my very bones were melting.
"Ah… Mmm… Mmm… Mmm…"
As my movements grew faster, Mom's soft moans quickened, and the honeyed juices within her flowed more freely. The two mounds of her breasts once again surged with a dazzling white wave of flesh.
I couldn't take it anymore—this feeling was simply too incredible.
Mom's long, beautiful legs gradually spread wider, and I couldn't resist lifting them onto my shoulders. Pressing my body down, I raised her hips and began thrusting into her like a pile driver, each movement forceful and deep.
"Mmm… Hah… Mmm… Ah… Mmm… Don't… Mmm…"
In her sleep, Mom seemed uncomfortable, her moans broken and forced from her throat. Her fair, delicate feet, resting on my shoulders, swayed with each thrust, her toes curling tightly as if she were desperately holding back.
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