Mother's breast milk

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The torrential rain made it almost impossible to see out the window. Wayne strained to see through the window of his Cherokee Jeep.

His mother, Kester, sat in another sunken chair, gazing at the world through the suffocating downpour. Every now and then, Kester would turn and stare at the rear window for a few seconds, then turn back to look ahead.

"I hope they're all okay," she murmured.

"Oh, they'll be alright," Wayne told her, hoping he was right.

The Wayne family was driving to their mountain camp for a short vacation.

Tony, Wayne's father, Kim, Kester's sister, and Tony's little sister Mary were in a second car somewhere behind them.

They had driven two cars because Kim had to get back by the second. Wayne, Kester, Tony, and Mary planned to leave on Friday.

It had started raining when they set off earlier that morning, but the rain intensified over time, making the journey somewhat of a ordeal. Around

noon, they made a brief stop in Emmeville for gas and lunch.

During the stop, Kim persuaded Kester to leave little Mary with her in the other car, since it was only about an hour's drive to their destination. Although Mary was only a month old, they didn't think it would be a big deal for the child to be separated from her mother for an hour.

Eager to reach their destination as soon as possible, Wayne and Kester set off earlier than Tony and the others. After the two groups separated, they never saw anyone or any headlights behind them again.

Glancing at his watch, Wayne realized that an hour had passed since they last stopped.

"I think I see the bend," he said, slowing down.

"That's it,"

Kester confirmed, as Wayne turned the car from the highway onto the narrow, black-paved road.

"Keep the car on the road,"

his mother warned, watching him carefully turn onto the road.

"If we get stuck here, we'll never get out of this muddy mess."

"You're right," he thought with a worried smile.

The car crawled slowly forward until it reached a rickety bridge.

Wayne stopped, got out, and walked slowly to the bridge to look down. What was usually a quiet, gentle stream had become a roaring, muddy river. Gazing at the eddies below, he noticed the waves crashing against the already fragile bridge foundations. They looked incredibly fragile, yet seemed capable of withstanding the river's force.

"What do you think?"

"What?" He jumped up, unaware that his mother was already beside him.

He had been so focused on the rushing river that he hadn't noticed his mother had come out of the car and was standing beside him.

"Do you think we can make it?"

"Hmm, I think so," he muttered. “What do you think?”

“I think it should be fine.” She said, walking a few feet onto the bridge and even trying to jump up and down. “It should be sturdy enough.”

“Okay, let’s give it a try.” He shouted loudly to drown out the noise of the river.

“God, I’m soaking wet.” His mother laughed wearily as they got back into the car. “I can’t wait to get to the camp and start a fire.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Wayne said, putting the car in gear and carefully driving onto the bridge.

As they crawled forward inch by inch, the bridge seemed to hold up. The bridge was at least fifty feet long, but it took them two or three minutes to tiptoe across three-quarters of its length.

However, in an instant, without any warning, they felt the bridge beneath them begin to tremble, sway, and move.

"Oh my God!" Kester screamed. "The bridge's going to collapse."

When Wayne first felt that dizzying tilt, he quickly floored the accelerator. For such a long, terrifying moment, it seemed as if the car and the bridge were about to plunge into the rushing river below. But just at the last moment, the tires reached the other side first.

As the car roared towards the other side, they were both speechless. Then, just as the front tires touched solid ground, they felt the rear of the car lurch and slide to the side.

Time seemed to stand still. They held their breath, praying until the car finally crossed the bridge.

The moment the rear tires left the bridge, it plunged into the river behind them.

Luck was on their side!

Wayne slammed on the brakes, trying to prevent the car from sliding off the road and into the muddy ditch beside it. After being dragged a few feet by inertia, the car finally came to a stop just inches from the roadside.

Wayne sat motionless, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly for a long while. Finally, he turned to look at his mother. She stared at the torrential rain pouring down on the hood of the car, her face as pale as a sheet. Finally, she turned to look at her son and smiled weakly.

“My God, that was close,” the mother sighed, still shaken.

“You’re so right,” the son replied.

A few more minutes passed before his hands stopped trembling so badly that he could open the car door. He stepped out and stood in the pouring rain again. Closing the door, he saw his mother step out and stand on the other side of the car.

They looked back at the spot where the small bridge had stood a moment before; now, apart from the occasional broken wooden stake peeking out from the icy eddies of the river, there was nothing there. The twisted and broken bridge foundation was the only evidence that a bridge had once existed.

“If we had been five seconds slower, we would be drowning,” he groaned, feeling his legs about to give way. "God, that was close."

They remained silent as they gazed down at the dark, muddy river flowing past them.

"Oh, Tony and Mary are here," the mother blurted out.

"Get your cell phone, call them, quick!" Wayne yelled, frantically waving his arms, trying to stop them before they drove the car straight into the river.

Kester turned and rushed through the rain to the jeep, flung open the door, and jumped inside. She ripped open her purse, squeezed her hand inside, and pulled out the phone. She quickly pressed the keys and held the phone to her ear.

"Hurry, hurry, answer it!" she muttered, her eyes fixed on the car slowly reaching the other side of the river.

“Hello, this is Kim.” Finally, her sister’s voice came through.

“Oh, thank God you finally answered. The bridge is broken.”

“Okay, we saw Wayne waving, so we slowed down.”

As Wayne wearily trudged back to his car, everyone remained silent.

“Okay, what do we do now?” he asked, getting into the driver’s seat.

“I don’t know,” she murmured, looking down to think.

It was clear that Tony, Kim, and Mary couldn’t cross the river in a short time.

They could turn back to Emmir and spend the night there. Although Kester was still feeding Mary milk, she had prepared enough condiments beforehand, so for now, there wasn’t a problem.

But the bridge was broken and it was raining, and she didn't know how long she and the children would be separated. She and Wayne had all their food with them, so they could continue towards the camp and stay there until someone figured out a way to get them back across the river.

She and Tony discussed their idea for a few minutes. Since it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, Tony agreed that he, Kim, and Mary should turn back to Emmeville and spend the night there.

Tony would contact the sheriff to let him know their current situation, discuss what to do with him, and then contact Kester.

Hanging up the phone, Kester explained their decision to Wayne.

Wayne looked in the rearview mirror and agreed with their decision. They watched anxiously as Tony slowly and carefully drove away from the other side of the river. It seemed like hours had passed, but finally his father reversed the car onto the highway and disappeared into the rain.

"Well, Lone Rider, I guess we're on our own now," Kester said with a nervous smile.

"I thought so too, okay, Copperhead," he replied, slowly pressing the clutch and shifting into gear.

Finally, they reached the camp, and the two sat down, watching the heavy rain pound on the hood. The journey to the camp seemed to take several hours, as Wayne's speed never exceeded five miles per hour.

As they gazed out the window at the torrential rain, they realized it wasn't getting any less; in fact, it seemed to be getting heavier.

“Do you know how long a cube is?” he asked with a bored laugh.

“No, but if things continue like this, we might have to start learning,” his mother replied.

“Well, I certainly don’t want to start hunting for pairs of animals like a hunter,” he laughed.

“I’m not sure,” she laughed too. “But I have a pair of things that are starting to ache.”

“What?” He blushed, unable to believe what he was hearing.

“Oh, don’t be so serious,” his mother gently scolded him.

“It’s been almost five hours since I last gave Mary milk, and now my breasts are starting to feel full and painful.”

“Mom!” he said exasperatedly, his face turning bright red. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Alright, Mr. ‘Serious’.” "She smiled and opened the door. "Let's unload the things first."

Wayne stepped out of the car and into the rain, grateful it would hide his flushed face.

He couldn't believe his mother had said what she'd just said. After all, it was his mother; he hadn't expected her to bring up such a topic in conversation.

Wait a minute, standing in the pouring rain, he thought about his mother's breasts.

The thought of those breasts, large and swollen, brimming with milk, was like opening a door to the center of his brain's excitement. Trembling, he looked up, letting the cold rain splash on his face, hoping to wash away the sordid thoughts in his mind.

Finally, he suddenly noticed his mother standing impatiently at the back of the car. He awkwardly walked around the vehicle and opened the trunk. They both grabbed as much luggage as possible and rushed towards the barracks. His mother opened the door, while he placed the luggage on the porch and then ran back to the vehicle.

After the first load, he left his mother in the barracks while he ran back and forth between the barracks and the vehicle unloading. It took him nearly thirty minutes to unload all their luggage, but at least it calmed him down from what his mother had just said.

While Wayne unloaded, Kester sorted the luggage. After the last load was completed, he went inside, closed the door behind him, and placed the package on the table.

"Here, this is your suitcase,"

his mother said, handing him the bag. "Hurry up and change into some dry clothes so you don't catch a cold. Then you start a fire, and I'll go change."

He kicked off his muddy shoes and dragged his heavy steps toward the only bathroom in the camp. Closing the bathroom door, he quickly stripped off his wet clothes and dried himself off. He was completely soaked, as if he had just taken an ice-cold shower.

Gazing at his naked reflection in the mirror, his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to his mother. He couldn't help but wonder what his mother's naked body looked like.

Mixed with feelings of shame, he controlled himself to prevent his penis from becoming engorged and swollen. He was furious at having such dirty thoughts. He dried his hair, then pulled on a pair of wide-legged shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hmm, an interesting combination," he thought, but he knew how warm the camp would be once the fire was lit.

The camp actually had only four rooms: two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room that combined the functions of a kitchen and a sitting room. If he remembered correctly, the huge fireplace would warm the entire camp in about an hour.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he found his mother waiting impatiently for him to finish.

“You’re finally done,” she emphasized, striding toward the bathroom. “I thought you’d died there.”

“You look like a drowned rat,” he laughed, her hair plastered to her head as she passed him.

Despite being soaked and muddy from running in the rain all day, she still looked stunning.

Stunning—the word seemed to have been made for her. He thought as he started to build a fire.

Yes, she was beautiful, but not in a maddening way.

Stunning, yes, that was her, and incredibly stunning.

And her figure—a wave of shame washed over him at the thought.

For her age, her body was simply amazing.

In the summer, when she lay lazily on a lounge chair by the pool in her swimsuit, he had many opportunities to peek at her body. But that was before she was pregnant with Mary.

After Mary was born, he hadn't actually seen his mother's body in her swimsuit, so he truly didn't know what her figure looked like now.

A sudden pang of guilt over having such thoughts about his mother made him continue working on the fire.

As he struggled to start the fire, he could hear the sound of running water in the bathroom. This brought his thoughts back to her naked body; he imagined sneaking up and peeking at his mother's beautiful body through the keyhole.

No! How could he have such thoughts? He pulled his mind back and went back to starting the fire.

Thank God, he and his father had stored firewood in the cabin for a week during their last visit to the camp. If they hadn't, he wouldn't have been able to start the fire.

With his efforts, the weak flames began to lick the wood in the fireplace, and the fire quickly spread.

Squatting by the fire, idly poking at the wood in the fireplace, he began to think of his mother again.

At school, he had heard other boys talk about pregnant women and women with babies. They said their breasts were enormous and full of milk, and they even said that if a breastfeeding woman's breasts weren't being nursed, they would experience severe pain and other problems.

Wayne had never imagined his mother would become like that until one day he saw her breastfeeding Mary. After that, he felt very uncomfortable when other boys talked about women's sex.

But despite this, he found himself wanting to peek at his mother's breasts again. He had peeked once before, but that time he was shocked. He hadn't expected those breasts to be so large and so white and flawless.

Feeling ashamed of his thoughts, he suddenly realized his penis was becoming erect. He quickly stood up straight.

Just as he reached his hand through the edge of his shorts to adjust his erection, his mother came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a soft pink bathrobe and holding a large white towel, trying to dry her wet hair.

They both suddenly stopped, staring at each other, both feeling awkward. Then, Wayne turned his back and forcefully pushed his swollen penis into a more comfortable position.

"Are you alright?" his mother asked slowly as she continued drying her hair with the towel.

"Um, yes, oh, of course, I'm fine," he muttered, glancing back at his mother.

As she walked barefoot through the living room towards him, his eyes were glued to her large, towering breasts. To him, his greedy gaze seemed to pierce through the soft cotton bathrobe and meet those enormous breasts directly.

"Are you sure you're really okay?" his mother asked with a smile, still seemingly doubtful. "Your face is as red as burning steel."

"Yes, um, I think it's probably because of the fire pit," he muttered again. "I was too close to it."

"Oh," she said, stepping forward to stand beside her son and tossing her towel on the floor.

She stood beside him, intently warming herself by the fire, saying nothing. Wayne, still shaken, stood there anxiously.

But he couldn't help but steal glances at his mother's ample breasts hidden beneath her bathrobe.

(II)

Was she wearing nothing under her bathrobe? He wondered, feeling his penis twitch again.

"Why don't you get us a drink?" she said, turning to her son. "We can have a little before dinner to celebrate our successful escape."

"Oh, sure, good idea," he blurted out, relieved to finally be free from his mother's body.

“I haven’t had a chance to properly thank you for your unexpected help this afternoon,” she said softly, leaning closer and gently kissing her son’s cheek. “You saved our lives!”

“Oh, Mom,” he replied cautiously, his face flushing again.

Unconsciously, he slowly backed away.

“Really,” she said, smiling at him. “If it weren’t for your quick thinking, we might be calling God by now.”

“Anyone would react the same way in that situation,” he replied, hoping his mother wouldn’t notice the bulge in his lower body, and hurried to the kitchen cabinet.

There were several bottles of wine in the cabinet, and he took one out. As he awkwardly opened the bottle, he didn’t forget to steal a glance at his mother out of the corner of his eye. She was turned to the side, letting the fireplace dry her soft, curly brown hair.

As he glanced at her, he noticed the hem of her bathrobe was open, revealing a clear view of one of her large, bare breasts.

So she probably wasn't wearing anything under her bathrobe. He thought silently, his clitoris beginning to stir again, nearly causing him to drop the bottle.

"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked from the other side of the living room.

"Oh, no, this… cork… is a little… um… difficult," he mumbled, wondering if his mother's words had a double meaning.

"Honey, do you need help?" she asked, turning slightly to the side, making the two balloons on her bathrobe burst open even wider.

"Oh, no, oh, Mommy," he replied, his eyes seemingly glued to his mother's swollen breasts as he opened the troublesome bottle cap.

He could almost see the entire upper part of her white breasts, and even follow the cleavage down to the mysterious dark brown areola surrounding the nipple. Despite adjusting his gaze, he still couldn't make out the nipple.

"I'm getting thirstier and thirstier," she finally said.

Finally managing to tear his gaze away from his mother's breasts, he looked up to find her staring at him. Realizing she had noticed his intense stare and remained silent, his face flushed purple.

"Do you like looking at my breasts?" she finally asked, standing up and adjusting her bathrobe.

"Mom!" he groaned, his emotions a jumbled mess.

"But you were staring at my breasts, weren't you?"

He couldn't say anything; the shame was beyond his comprehension, leaving him speechless.

She remained silent for a long while.

His hands trembled violently, the wine seemingly never filling the glass. He stumbled to his mother's side and handed her the wine, but his trembling hands spilled it all.

"It's alright," she said softly, taking the glass and holding her son's hand to help him stop trembling.

He didn't know what to say or do. She slowly pried open her son's stiff fingers, took the glass, smiled gently at him, and then slowly took a large gulp of wine.

Suddenly snapping out of his daze, Wayne took a sip from his glass, almost emptying it in one go.

"My God, you look very thirsty," she said with a gentle smile.

"I am thirsty," he blurted out, then finished his drink in one gulp.

Using the empty glass as an excuse to leave her side, he turned back to the bottle on the table.

Refilling his glass, he turned around and found his mother sitting on the sofa by the fireplace. She had her long legs crossed, smiling at him.

"Come here, sit next to me," she said, patting the sofa beside her with a smile.

"Oh, um, okay," he mumbled, walking over nervously, almost tripping.

"Bring the bottle with you," she told him.

He stopped, turned to grab the bottle, then turned back to the sofa and sat down beside his mother.

They sat there, watching the fire in the fireplace, the air filled with the fresh, fragrant scent of her after her bath. They drank and chatted, time slowly passing.

"Why don't you rest your head on my lap, like you used to do when you were little?"

she asked.

"Oh, okay," he replied, placing his empty glass on the floor.

Adjusting himself, he gently rested his head on his mother's soft lap. He looked up at her, the fresh, lovely scent of her after her bath filling his nostrils, evoking childhood memories.

She gently stroked her son's head, smiling at him. Her breasts, the source of his previous embarrassment, were now just inches from his face, separated only by her soft bathrobe.

Inhaling her comforting scent, he slowly closed his eyes. Listening to the rain pattering against the windowpane, he began to drift off to sleep. The relentless, muffled roar of the rain was occasionally interrupted by the crackling of the wood burning in the fireplace. Red wine, the warm fireplace, the rain, and that intoxicating scent—all of this gradually lulled him into a dream.

Wayne didn't know how long he had slept, but when he gradually woke up, he could no longer hear the raindrops hitting the window. Letting his mind slowly clear, he suddenly realized his cheeks were wet. Was the roof leaking? He thought, not surprising, given the heavy rain.

He slowly opened his eyes and was suddenly struck by what he saw before him: his mother's naked breasts. He froze. His mother's bathrobe, which had been covering her body, was somehow open.

Unable to believe his eyes, he saw his mother's enormous, balloon-like nipples pressed against his face, and a drop of milky white fluid slowly oozed from the swollen nipple.

He was mesmerized by the large, pink nipples, while milk continued to seep out, flowing down the beautiful curves of his mother's breasts.

As he stared intently at those breasts, almost simultaneously, he felt his penis begin to throb painfully. Afraid to move, he savored the momentary pleasure.

Finally, he managed to tear his gaze away from his mother's breasts and discovered she was asleep. Her head was turned to one side, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Quickly returning his gaze to her breasts, he remained lost in the captivating sight. He had forgotten how pale they had been the last time he had seen them. Now he was so close to them that he could clearly see the fine blue veins beneath the almost translucent skin of her breasts.

His quest was finally over, and now the prize was right before him, laid bare, completely satisfying his depraved voyeuristic desires. He watched as her breasts rose and fell with her suckling.

"What would it feel like to suckle on my mother's hard, swollen nipples?" he wondered involuntarily.

"No, I can't do that," he thought. "That would be too much."

What would his mother do if she woke up and found him suckling her nipples? She might kill him.

Staring at the pink areolas and nipples, he couldn't help but slowly turn his head towards them, the firm breasts brushing against his cheeks, his lips drawing ever closer to the forbidden fruit. Finally, his lips touched the firm nipple he had longed for.

Then, when a small drop of thin milk trickled down the nipple onto his lips, he became incredibly excited, almost reaching orgasm—he had never been so excited before. He slowly opened his mouth, his whole body trembling as if electrocuted.

He parted his lips, and the full, swollen nipple slid between them. He held this position for a while, then finally began to gently suckle the nipple.

For a while, nothing happened. But then he noticed his mother's eyes blinking and opening. Worried about her reaction, he remained motionless as much as possible. Her eyes stared aimlessly ahead for a moment, then suddenly swept towards his face. He didn't know what to do. They looked at each other like that for a long time, as if time had stood still.

Finally, she began to move slowly, lowering herself gently, cupping his head in her arms and pulling it towards her chest, so that her nipples could be deeper into her son's mouth.

"Oh, yes, like that,"

she moaned, pressing his face against her swollen, large nipples.

"Eat quickly, my breasts are killing me."

Wayne paused for a moment, then realized his mother wanted him to continue nursing, so he began to slowly suckle at the full, swollen nipple.

When he first started, he was surprised to find only a few thin, watery drops of milk flowing from the swollen nipple. He had expected more milk and wondered if he had done something wrong. However, when he began to suckle harder, he was startled; milk suddenly gushed from his breasts. Seeing his mother smiling at him, he suckled even harder, feeling the increasingly rich and sweet milk flow into his lips.

The rich, sweet milk awakened long-forgotten childhood memories buried deep within his mind. He was now like an infant, suckling at the milk flowing from his mother's breast. Unfortunately, although his thoughts returned to childhood, his mature body was still filled with excitement.

Even though he tried to swallow as quickly as possible, he couldn't keep up with the flow of milk; some spilled from his mouth and ran down his chin. Guided by innate instinct, he buried his face gently yet firmly in that full breast.

He could clearly feel its heavy weight pressing against his lips. He seemed never to have enough, craving more sweet milk. Unconsciously, he reached out and cupped his mother's large, full breasts, suckling more and more firmly.

"Oh, wonderful, baby, yes, drink all of Mommy's milk, then Mommy's breasts won't hurt anymore," she murmured, pressing her son's face even harder against her breasts.

(III)

As he suckled harder, he could feel the milk gushing from his mother's swollen breasts gradually slowing down, and her body began to relax. After a few more minutes, he noticed the flow of milk slowly turning into a trickle, and then slowly stopping. He was very disappointed.

Feeling utterly dejected, his mother's breasts were now empty, and he had no reason to linger in her arms and continue suckling at her large breasts. He felt his mother shift her body slightly, and suddenly the nipple that had been in her mouth slipped out. Like a child left unattended, his lips continued to move, searching for the nipple.

Suddenly, he was astonished to see his mother slowly unbutton her bathrobe, revealing her other, full and milky breast. After adjusting her position slightly, he saw his mother cradle that round, high breast, lower herself, and place the entire areola, shimmering with pink light, into her son's lips.

When she brought her breast close to his lips, it was like giving life-saving water to someone dying of thirst. Just now, when he first started suckling, the milk only became thicker and more abundant after a while, but later the milk flowed too fast, and he couldn't drink it all; much of it spilled out of his mouth. Even so, he was still like a hungry child, immediately using his lips to tease the nipple, then snatching it into his mouth and beginning to suckle the long-awaited milk greedily.

"Oh, wonderful, my baby, yes!" he murmured as he suckled.

Wayne's erect penis throbbed as if on fire; he knew he was close to orgasm and ejaculation; he had never been so hard before. It felt like a knife was being squeezed hard, and his penis grew increasingly aroused, throbbing rhythmically. He had never been so hard-on in his life.

He suckled and suckled, only to find the flow of milk beginning to decrease, and he felt frustrated once more. Worried that his mother would remove her nipple from his mouth once she had finished nursing, he wondered if he could do something to delay this inevitable consequence.

As he tried to think of a way to continue nursing, his tongue began to gently lick back and forth between the areola and nipple that secreted milk. He felt his mother's body suddenly harden. To his surprise at his mother's reaction, he stopped sucking forcefully and instead used his tongue to tease the full, swollen nipple in his mouth. The milk was dwindling, but his tongue continued its relentless teasing of the erect nipple.

"Oh...my...baby..." the mother sighed, relaxing completely.

As Wayne played with her nipple, he felt the legs beneath his head slowly part, and even more surprisingly, she lifted her lower body and pressed it against the back of her son's head. "Is she getting aroused too?" he wondered, his penis nearing its climax.

Even though he could no longer taste the sweet milk, he continued to rub and play with the nipple in his mouth with his tongue. Milk production had completely stopped, but his mother remained motionless, making no attempt to stop him. "She must be enjoying this feeling too," he thought. "Even if it weren't for breastfeeding, she'd still let me play with her breasts." He was startled by this thought. He then intensified his assault on his mother's mature, full nipples.

He could now hear his mother's involuntary, low, seductive moans as he licked her nipples, which excited him even more. His hands joined in, kneading and shaping her large breasts into various forms, while his tongue pushed the protruding nipples up and down.

He had initially thought that secretly licking his mother's nipples and suckling her milk was the most exciting thing for him, but now he realized he was wrong. Just thinking about what he was doing—that he was actually playing with his mother's large breasts, and she wasn't stopping him, but rather seemed to be enjoying it—caused an increasingly strong surge of desire to fill his body, which he could no longer resist.

The more Wayne played with his mother's nipples, the more she pressed her soft mons pubis against

the back of his head. Suddenly, he felt his mother's hand drop from the sofa back to his stomach. He didn't know if she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but one thing was certain—her hand could touch his throbbing, erect penis at any moment.

Since his mother didn't seem to mind, Wayne grew bolder, intensifying his actions, kneading and massaging his mother's snow-white mound into various shapes.

When he felt his mother's hand slowly move down towards his erect penis, his heart almost stopped.

Was she doing this intentionally or just a conditioned reflex? Regardless, his penis was now like a loaded pistol with the trigger pulled, ready to fire at any moment.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and his mother's hand twitched in shock, gripping his penis tightly before releasing it.

"Oh, God... ah..." He squeezed his mother's breasts tightly, his penis finally gushing through his shorts.

"Oh, my darling, I'm sorry," his mother whispered, watching Wayne's body convulse as he ejaculated. "I'm so sorry."

Wayne couldn't believe this was happening, but he couldn't control himself. As he was still reeling from the shock and humiliation, his mother gently moved away from him and stood up.

"Honey, I'm so sorry, but I have to take this call. It might be your father, Tony."

She tugged at her bathrobe and said softly, then walked to the phone.

Wayne buried his head in the pillow, wishing there was a hole he could disappear into. How could he have ejaculated in front of his mother? He felt extreme shame, knowing he might never be able to face his mother again. He tried to bury his head as deeply as possible in the sofa cushions, as if that would bury his shame with it. Tears of shame streamed down his face, but he could hear his mother's voice on the phone.

Amidst the cacophony of the rain hitting the barracks, he couldn't make out what his mother was saying on the phone. Then, in that instant, he felt utterly exhausted. His eyelids began to droop, and he didn't want to resist anything. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up, the room was dimly lit. Looking around, he noticed the fireplace had been relit, filling the room with a warm, soft glow. He didn't move, letting his eyes adjust to the light. After a while, he opened his eyes and slowly searched the room, finding his mother sitting in a large, soft chair by the fireplace.

He couldn't believe his eyes—his mother was holding a wine glass, sipping red wine, while the other hand was caressing her heavy, sagging breasts. Although he had just climaxed not long ago, seeing this scene, his penis almost instantly regained its vigor.

His mother seemed oblivious to him; her bathrobe was unbuttoned and spread wide, her full, round breasts completely exposed to the air. She played with and pulled at one of her large nipples, while Wayne's eyes were captivated by this unparalleled beauty. Within seconds, Wayne's penis was as hard as stone. Then

something even more shocking happened—her hand slowly slid down from her chest between her legs. Although her current sitting posture prevented him from seeing what she was doing, when his mother tilted her head back and closed her eyes, he could perfectly imagine where her hands were. Watching his mother play with her body, Wayne was on the verge of a second orgasm.

Kester's movements became more and more intense; her legs slowly spread wider and wider, and she began to moan as before. Her hands moved faster and faster, and her breathing became noticeably more and more rapid.

However, just like before, the phone rang again.

His mother stood up and walked towards the phone, and Wayne immediately closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He could hear his mother's low voice on the phone, but the nagging rain made it impossible for him to make out what they were saying. After a while, she hung up, slowly walked across the sofa, and returned to her armchair.

Wayne slowly opened his eyes and saw his mother unbutton her bathrobe again, resuming her fondling of her large breasts.

Slowly, he sat up.

"Do your breasts hurt?" he asked, mustering some courage.

"Wh...what? What are you talking about?" she stammered, turning around, a little exasperated.

His eyes lingered greedily on his mother's bare breasts, but he didn't answer. She seemed flustered, so she didn't immediately cover her exposed breasts.

"I asked you if your breasts are starting to hurt again?" Upon hearing this, the mother immediately looked at her chest, her face turning red.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she murmured, then slowly pulled her bathrobe up to cover her breasts.

"Oh, sorry, I just found it funny to see your exposed breasts," he said with a slightly guilty smile.

"They do hurt a little," she replied with a smile, "but not as much as before."

"Your breasts are beautiful," he said, unsure of what to say next.

"Do you really think so?" This time it was the mother's turn to feel a little embarrassed, "I thought they were sagging a bit."

"Oh, no, Mom, they're very beautiful," he blurted out, with obvious excitement.

"Alright then, thank you for the compliment." She smiled gently, taking another sip of her drink.

"Um...you...could you...let...let me...suck...your...

breasts again..."

he muttered, unsure how to say it.

"What did you say?" she asked, a little puzzled.

"Oh, no...nothing." he said hesitantly.

"Does she know about my ejaculation earlier?" he thought, smiling to himself. He wanted to say something, but just didn't know how.

"Why don't you go get something to eat?" she told him, "I made some snacks while you were asleep."

"Ah, that's wonderful." He sat up and walked to the table.

"You were sleeping soundly," she said loudly, hoping to drown out the rain outside, "I didn't want to wake you after what happened."

Wayne didn't know what to say or do in response, so he wolfed down almost half of the pastries on the table. He was actually starving, but his earlier high libido had made him forget everything.

He poured himself another drink and went back to the sofa to sit down. His mother told him that they would be trapped there until at least tomorrow afternoon. Tony had found the sheriff and learned that the nearby National Guard had a bridge repair team that would come to repair the broken bridge as soon as the rain stopped.

The heavy rain continued to pour outside, as if trying to send down some kind of message, so Wayne didn't need to worry about when they would be free. He glanced at his watch and realized it was already 9 p.m.

"Oh, it's so late," he said, pouring himself another drink.

“Yes, you slept for a while,” Kester said with a sip of his drink and a smile. “You’re so tired today.”

They were silent for a moment. Wayne stood up, walked to the door of the barracks, opened it, and looked out at the torrential rain pouring down like a waterfall.

“Good heavens, the rain is still so heavy,” he complained to his mother.

“I heard you,” she answered loudly.

He closed the door and went to the fireplace to warm his hands. He wanted to ask his mother if he could nurse again. But he didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there, waiting to see what his mother would say.

“Darling, I think I should go to bed,” he heard his mother say after a while. “I’m tired today too.”

“Of course,” he didn’t know what to say. “I think I should go to bed too.”

Wayne was a little disappointed that his mother didn’t let him nurse one more time. He staggered back to his bedroom and stripped naked. The room was warm, so he could sleep naked as usual. Hearing his mother falling asleep in the next room, Wayne gently slid his large penis up and down.

Suddenly, Kester's head popped out in the doorway. Oh no, he knew his mother had seen him masturbating!

"Oh, goodnight, baby," she said. "I... um... I hope you have sweet dreams."

Before he could think of anything to say, she had disappeared through the door.

"Oh, goodnight, Mommy!" he could only shout back.

There was no reply. After a while, the light in her room went out, leaving only the dim glow of the fireplace in the living room. Lying in bed, reflecting on the day's events, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, he realized he was awake. Something he didn't understand had woken him. The fire in the fireplace was dying down, and the living room was dark, but he didn't hear anything unusual. Then he heard the sound of wood being added to the fireplace. He looked towards the fireplace, where the fire gradually brightened, and he saw his mother there, adding another piece of wood. He couldn't see the fireplace clearly from Wayne's bedside, but he could still see the dim light emanating from it.

Looking into the living room from his bedroom doorway, Wayne suddenly saw his mother's shadow appear in the doorway. He knew his room was too dark for her to see his eyes clearly, so he hadn't closed them and pretended to be asleep.

Kester stood in the doorway for a long time, peering into the room. Wayne had no idea what she was looking at. Although the fire in the fireplace was weak, Wayne's eyes were already used to the dim light, and he could see that his mother was wearing a very, very thin nightgown. Even in this dim light, he could easily make out the beautiful curves of his mother's body hidden in the nightgown as she stood in the doorway. Lying on his back, he felt his penis immediately harden. Just

as he was wondering what his mother wanted to do, she slowly walked into Wayne's bedroom, heading towards his bed.

As she sat down beside her son's bed, the alluring fragrance emanating from her enveloped Wayne. What would she do next? Wayne's heart almost stopped.

Then he felt his mother slowly pull back the blanket and lie down. She was now lying beside him, right on his bed! Wayne's heart pounded even faster as her warm body pressed against him.

"Wayne, are you awake?" he heard his mother ask softly.

"Oh, yes," Wayne replied in a low voice, his lips dry, barely able to speak.

"Would you mind if I lay here for a while?" she asked, pressing her body even closer.

"Oh, no…no problem," he groaned, feeling his mother's full breasts pressed against his arm.

She was silent for a moment.

"Baby, my breasts are starting to hurt again, could you suckle them for me?" she finally whispered.

"Oh, okay...okay," he replied breathlessly, watching his mother pull back the blanket and undo her robe.

"Thank you!" she whispered.

(IV)

Turning around, Wayne buried his face between his mother's full breasts, like a young animal searching for food, nudging his head back and forth, trying to find the source of milk—the nipple.

As soon as he found the nipple between those huge breasts, Wayne's lips pressed against it and he couldn't leave it. He sucked desperately on the nipple. Just like last time, at first only a few thin drops of milk flowed from the nipple. With another suck, Wayne felt the flow from the nipple begin to increase. Almost instantly, his efforts paid off; his mouth was full of his mother's sweet milk.

Like a pump at full power, he greedily sucked, his whole being immersed in the incomparably delicious milk. Wayne played with his mother's nipples between his tongue and lips, sucking, while his hard, erect penis pressed tightly against her soft, warm thighs. The hem of her robe must have ridden up, because there was no obstruction between his penis and her smooth skin.

His gaze was already ignited, and Wayne couldn't control himself, pressing his burning penis even harder against her smooth thighs.

He knew his mother could definitely feel the iron-hard penis on her thighs, but she didn't try to move her thighs away from him. With Kester's silent consent, Wayne's mouth intensified its caresses of her swollen nipples, while his penis continued to rub against her thighs.

"Oh, wonderful, baby, this feels amazing!" he heard his mother whisper in his ear.

Wayne's feverish mind couldn't discern whether his mother meant the pleasure of his penis or the pleasure of his fondling of her breasts.

It all happened so fast; he hadn't even had time to comprehend how it was happening.

His reason was completely clouded by his gaze. It was all simply unbelievable: he was lying beside his beloved mother, sucking and playing with her large breasts, his penis pressed tightly against her smooth thighs.

"Could this really be happening? I must be dreaming," he thought, though he knew perfectly well it wasn't.

Like a man dying of thirst, he suckled voraciously, but the milk from his mother's nipples slowly began to decrease. Wayne wanted to suckle as much as possible, but the sweet taste eventually stopped.

"Baby, do the other one too!" Kester whispered, coaxing his son's face to the other breast.

To reach the other breast, Wayne had to straddle his mother and lean over her.

He clumsily propped himself up with his hands, crossing one leg over Kester's body. In this way, Wayne

straddled his mother's thighs, while his rock-hard penis pressed tightly against her crotch. He bent down and quickly took her full, swollen nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby," Kester groaned. "You're making me feel so good!"

Gradually losing control, Wayne, while caressing his mother's large breasts with his mouth, began to forcefully thrust his painfully hard penis between her thighs. Wayne knew his mother could definitely feel his clitoris between her legs.

The mere sensation of his large penis against her smooth thigh skin was almost enough to bring Wayne to a second climax. Knowing there was no way to hide his orgasm this time, Wayne continued to thrust his penis between his mother's thighs, rubbing it frantically.

Wayne's head swayed excitedly and yearningly against his mother's chest, his hands cupping her full, moist breasts, kneading and squeezing them forcefully, as if the milk flowing so freely wasn't enough, hoping to squeeze out even more.

"Oh, baby!"

Kester could only moan silently under her son's wanton ravaging of her large breasts.

Without restraint, Wayne gulped down his mother's warm, sweet milk, seemingly never satisfied. He gripped his mother's soft, large breasts tightly with both hands, hoping the milk would flow endlessly.

He was able to press himself against his mother, playing with and sucking her breasts, giving Wayne an unprecedented sense of submission.

Kester lovingly stroked her son's head, pressing his face deeply against her chest. Suddenly, Wayne felt the muscles in his mother's thighs tighten; she was trying to remove her leg from under his forcefully thrusting penis! This frustrated Wayne greatly; he could only slowly lift one leg, allowing his mother to slide it off him.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind; he realized he was now lying between his mother's long, shapely thighs!

"Oh, Wayne!" Kester groaned softly.

Encouraged by this, Wayne immediately resumed his assault, continuing to fondle the large breasts in his mouth. Unfortunately, the milk production quickly dried up and eventually stopped.

Unwilling to accept this, Wayne continued to tease the swollen breast, shifting his body slightly to press his hard penis against his mother's smooth, warm inner thigh.

Since Wayne was currently lying face down on his mother, his lower abdomen pressed against her pubic area covered in soft pubic hair. He was so excited that he could almost feel every single pubic hair tickling his abdominal skin. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it happened.

There was no barrier between Wayne and his mother; the only separation was the son's naked skin facing his mother's naked skin. He couldn't believe it; she must have completely unbuttoned her robe before even lying down beside him.

It was simply too quick, unbelievable! Wayne felt a shiver run through him. Driven by the obvious, illicit desire, he pressed his abdomen down further, his mind churning again. As his mother gently lifted her lower body, he felt her wetness.

"Oh, baby!" Kester moaned softly.

Lost in the unprecedented sensation of watching her, Wayne slowly let his mother's nipple slip from between his lips, then caressed the hot, smooth skin of her large breasts with his mouth. Then, he slowly kissed his way up from her breasts to her neck.

"Oh, baby..." Kester exclaimed, arching his neck to embrace his son's deep, untamed lips.

Propelling himself forward, Wayne decisively kissed his mother's neck, then paused briefly before gently kissing the soft skin beneath her chin. His lips then moved quickly across her chin to hers.

"Oh, God!" Kester groaned, embracing his son's face and pressing his own lips tightly against hers.

As their lips met, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

With each thrust of their passion, Wayne suddenly realized that his large, erect penis—or rather, the head of his penis—was resting between his mother's moist, tender labia.

He hesitated for a moment, worried that his mother wouldn't allow him to approach her most sacred, dark forest. Then, just as the tip of his penis felt the warm, wet sensation emanating from her love juices, his mother gently raised her hips, pressing her moist vulva against him.

Wayne hesitated for a moment, then resolutely pressed his lips to his mother's, his tongue slowly slipping into her mouth.

At that moment, Wayne noticed his mother's hand on his buttocks, tightly gripping his cheeks. He could feel her long, pink nails digging deeply into his skin.

Everything seemed inevitable. Wayne slowly inserted the glans of his penis into his mother's already soaking wet vulva.

"Oh...oh...oh..." As their lips parted, Wayne heard a long moan escape his mother's lips.

Taking a few quick breaths, Wayne realized his forehead was covered in sweat.

He was both excited and confused. Should they continue or stop? This was a grave mistake; they were about to violate a cardinal sin, a blatant violation of all moral norms, and he would be forever branded an incestuous man.

But despite his chaotic mind, he knew there was no turning back. They had gone too far; nothing could stop them from falling into this bottomless abyss of debauchery and incest.

Finding his mother's lips again, Wayne kissed her deeply and passionately, his raging cock slowly sinking into her burning bud. Could this be real? he thought excitedly. His penis slowly sank deeper and deeper into her fiery, tight, and wanton cunt.

He was touching his beloved mother's wanton secret! He was sure to go to hell, but it was worth it! Absolutely worth it! He was touching his beloved mother's wanton secret! What could be more wonderful than this?

The feeling was indescribable. His entire cock felt like it was entering a silky smooth, yet hot and tight flesh cave, and that cave was constantly and gently gripping and squeezing every inch of his penis.

Unbelievable! The deeper his penis penetrated that secret, wet cavern, the higher the temperature rose, and the wetter it became. Nothing could be more anticipated; this was the most wonderful experience a boy could imagine. While the

physical pleasure was unparalleled, discovering his mother was his willing partner in this wicked abyss was paramount. Continuing to make love with her was impossible without her cooperation; now she was not only his mother, but also his soulmate.

"Oh, God, Mom!" Wayne gasped, parting his lips from hers.

"Oh, Wayne, my darling!" she cried, thrusting her lower body forward again.

Wayne's throbbing penis slid effortlessly into the depths of his mother's writhing depths—the place of his birth, the source of everything, the fertile ground where he first grew up! It was like heaven!

Although he was deeply captivated by the feeling of making love with his mother, he was still slightly surprised. This should have been sinful; he should at least feel some shame, but he couldn't believe it was all so natural and wonderful. The feeling of making love with his beautiful mother was indescribable; he never wanted to make love with any other woman again.

Forcibly suppressing the wonderful sensations emanating from his penis, Wayne slightly pulled out his throbbing, erect penis, then forcefully thrust it back into his mother's burning, throbbing depths. Her hot and wet body tightly wrapped around the bulging penis, making Wayne's whole body and even the depths of his soul seem to be ignited by flames.

The intense pleasure from the scrotum quickly spread throughout the body, and it could no longer be tolerated.

He believed his mother felt the same way, for Kester was arching her beautiful buttocks so that her son's large penis could penetrate deeper into her burning vagina. While Da and Lang Xiong were making the most intimate contact, things weren't idle above either; her soft, large breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, and the milk still flowing from her breasts wet his chest.

His penis pushed in with all its might, and finally, Wayne felt his hard glans strike his mother's incredibly tender clitoris, which immediately gushed out even more lustful fluid. Mother and son were simply born for each other; their union was perfect.

(V)

Wayne inserted his penis deep into his mother's hot and constantly contracting vagina, bent down, and kissed her again. Kester responded passionately to her son's kiss, and soon Wayne's tongue deftly slipped into her mouth. Mother and son stretched out their bodies until there was no space between them, embracing tightly and kissing each other passionately.

The passion coursing through their bodies quickly transformed into a white-hot spasm; Wayne's scrotum suddenly tightened and contracted, his burning penis about to boil over!

"Mom!..." Wayne tried to warn his mother, but it was too late. His penis exploded violently inside his mother! Like a large ball of white-hot lava erupting deep within her vagina.

"Oh, Wayne..." Kester sobbed softly, her long legs raised high, tightly encircling her son's waist, forcefully lifting her hips to receive his affections.

"Wayne, my... baby!" Kester cried out loudly. But her son continued to writhe and convulse, and the mother's cries slowly turned into sobs.

Again and again, Wayne felt his penis erupting from the depths of his mother's thirstily sucking flower, gush after gush of thick, hot white semen. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over his body; even heaven couldn't compare.

"Oh my God, Mom, I love you!" Wayne cried out breathlessly as he relentlessly thrust into his mother like a tireless pile driver.

Finally, the enraged beast calmed down, ceasing its fiery outbursts within Kester. Exhausted both mentally and physically, Wayne collapsed onto his mother.

The two remained embracing for a long time without speaking, then, as if suddenly understanding each other's thoughts, Wayne and his mother began to kiss and caress each other.

Caressing her tenderly, Wayne was surprised to find that his large penis, still deeply buried inside his mother, hadn't softened; it remained erect. So, he slowly began to gently thrust in and out beside his mother's wet, love-scented vulva. His mother's body responded immediately; she needed her son's tenderness. But soon, their bodies involuntarily began a passionate rhythm.

"Oh, Wayne, I love it when you do this!" Kester moaned softly, enjoying the pleasure her son's penis brought her.

"Mommy... Mommy... Mommy..." The mother and son's genitals pounded and collided repeatedly, and Wayne unconsciously uttered low cries. The pent-up passion within them, once unleashed, was unstoppable. They seemed insatiable, like two animals tearing at each other, struggling for release from this burning flame of desire.

"I! Yes! Hard, Mommy! Turn Mommy's cunt inside out, fuck her!" Each time Wayne thrust his hard penis into his mother's vagina, her lips could be heard murmuring this.

Kester's murmurs further excited the mother and son. Their swollen, massive penises and burning hot clitoris clashed more violently in accordance with the most primal rhythm of nature. Each impact caused the overflowing love juices from the mother's cavity to splatter everywhere.

Kester's clitoris tightly enveloped her son's erect penis, the tender flesh inside rubbing against the shaft and the glans. The flower bud deep within convulsed like a powerful suction machine, trying to draw out the essence from the glans, sometimes bursting out with loud thumping sounds that even drowned out the sound of the heavy rain pounding on the camphouse outside the window. But the mother and son didn't care. At this moment, everything else was irrelevant.

After about thirty minutes of intense intercourse, Wayne finally felt his scrotum begin to tighten and contract. He knew he was about to reach the point of climax. His mother was still writhing beneath him, crying and begging him to be harder. He could only desperately hold on.

"Oh, baby, I... am... coming...!" Kester's muscles suddenly tensed, and he hugged his son tightly, screaming.

At the same time, Wayne felt his mother's vaginal cavity contracting, enveloping his penis. The two tender labia of her vulva seemed to become an insurmountable lock, firmly fixing his penis inside her. The deepest part of her flower bud gripped his glans tightly, pressing down relentlessly. At this moment, Wayne could no longer endure it.

"I'm going to kill you, Mommy, I'm coming too!" With thousands of thick semen gushing out, Wayne threw his head back and shouted. Just then, a huge bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, illuminating the entire room, as if heaven and earth themselves were moved, wanting to etch this moment into their very being.

Under the force of that flash of lightning, Wayne felt his raging penis reach its peak inside his mother's cavity.

The thunderclap that followed the lightning shook the entire camp.

Wayne's ejaculation continued unabated, accompanied by involuntary twitches of his penis, as thick, milky-white clumps of semen violently splattered onto his mother's wet, throbbing vulva and clitoris, far exceeding the capacity of her small cavity. He could feel his own semen mixing with the vaginal fluids from his mother's vulva, flowing along her soft labia, along his still-erect penis, between her upturned buttocks, and down until it soaked the sheets.

Mother and son lay there, moaning softly, time seemingly frozen. Finally, they could no longer hold on, collapsing in each other's arms. Exhaustion after such intense arousal quickly caused them to fall asleep in each other's embrace.

Wayne gradually awoke, utterly exhausted and dizzy. He stretched, yawning, wondering why he felt so lightheaded. But then, he remembered what had happened last night, and a chilling coldness rose from his groin.

"God, I made love with my mother! Or was this just a wild, mad dream under the influence of some kind of magic?"

Wayne was somewhat panicked, sweating profusely. "This must be a dream," he thought.

Then, he caught the lingering scent of his mother's perfume in the air. He immediately turned around and sniffed the wrinkled sheets, but the perfume was stronger. She must have been in his bed! But did they make love as he remembered? Perhaps he had just let her nurse, like earlier? Maybe that was all, and the rest was just his imagination.

But as the sluggishness of his sleep gradually faded, the shocking details returned to Wayne's mind piece by piece. Then, as if to confirm it to himself, he felt dried semen on the pubic hair between his legs.

This wasn't a dream, it was real! He—had—done—with—him—mother—!

Recalling every passionate moment, Wayne quickly realized his penis was hard again. The intoxicating memory of making love between mother and son was the most powerful aphrodisiac for him. He had already made love with his mother, and now, he wanted more. The evil beast within him stirred, yearning to sink once more into the sea of bygone days they had created together.

Now that he has tasted the forbidden fruit of incest, there is no turning back; he must continue down this path.

"But what does Mother think? Where is she? Did she go back to her own bed out of shame and disgust? Is she lying there ashamed, contemptuous of herself and what she did?"

Wayne was terrified that his mother would hate him and resent such an answer. He had to know what his mother was thinking.

Just one night of sex had left Wayne unable to adjust to his mother's absence. He glanced at his watch; it was already 9 o'clock. Where had the time gone?

Thinking back to last night, Wayne reached down and grabbed his swollen penis, rubbing it rapidly. He slowly got off the bed, wishing it wasn't his hand, but his mother's!

Approaching the door, Wayne gazed admiringly at his ten-inch-long, rock-hard penis, which swayed as if searching for prey. He stopped at the doorway and looked into the living room.

When Wayne saw his mother standing in the front doorway, looking out the window, he felt a surge of hope and tenderness.

Wayne's eyes were fixed on his mother's body when he suddenly noticed strong sunlight streaming in through the window.

The rain had finally stopped.

Wayne felt a strange sense of disappointment. He had hoped the rain would continue, so he could have more time alone with his mother, if she didn't hate him.

But the rain had stopped, so every moment now felt incredibly precious. Wayne gazed at his mother. The dazzling sunlight streamed through the window, bathing her in its glow. Wayne could clearly see that she was wearing nothing but a thin, transparent nightgown—the same one she'd worn the night before. His gaze could easily penetrate that garment. He stared at his mother's alluring silhouette, clearly outlined in the sunlight, and his already hard penis trembled even more violently.

Wayne couldn't move. He was afraid to know what his mother was thinking. But he had to find out.

"Does she hate herself? Or... or what?" he wondered. "Has she lost all reason and, in this bright, sunny morning, completely abandoned herself?"

Wayne tried to imagine what his mother was thinking. "She must be thinking about something. Does she think she's a monster? Yes, what they did was wrong, terribly wrong, but it felt so wonderful!"

Wayne had slept with several girls before, but none of it compared to what had happened last night. Before last night, he loved his mother like any normal boy, but now that love had mutated into a powerful urge and desire to devour her body! This longing was so profound that just looking at her caused his heart to ache. He had never known anything could be so intense! So reckless! So addictive!

Looking down, Wayne watched his erect penis throbbing, the mere thought of her bringing him to orgasm.

But what did his mother think of him?

Trying to control his wandering gaze, Wayne recalled with a touch of shame: it was this woman who raised him; she was the one who patted his backside when he needed her; she was the one who wiped his bottom when he peed in his pants; she was the one who gently punished him when he misbehaved; she was the one who wiped his nose when he caught a cold; she nurtured him! She warmed him! She comforted him! She also saved him!

Regardless of what she thought, she was his lover for one night. In Wayne's heart, he was his mother's lover and always would be, no matter what she thought. He knew that his love for his mother was unethical love, but it was the only thing he had. He also knew that it was wrong for a boy to love his mother like he did, but he could no longer control himself. He had become a prisoner of hope.

Wayne had to know what his mother thought and what she thought of him after they had sex. He couldn't suppress himself any longer, he had to know now.

(To be continued)

When Wayne woke up, he felt dizzy and his muscles ached. He gave a long yawn, stretched out, and wondered why he was so tired. When he turned his head, he suddenly found his mother's naked body sleeping next to him, with her hands still hugging him tightly. Wayne smiled smugly, then hugged her tightly with affection.

"Wow!" Kester woke with a start, opening her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering. A hint of shyness and unease crossed her face when she realized she was still naked in her son's arms.

But then she smiled—a happy, content smile—and Kester leaned over to plant a deep kiss on her son's lips.

"Hello, my little sweetheart!" she whispered in his ear.

"I love you, Mommy!"

"I love you too, darling!"

Kester straightened up, pulling herself away from her son. Wayne reached out, wanting to pull his mother back into his arms.

"Oh my God!" Kester exclaimed, glancing at his watch. "It's already 2 o'clock, the National Guard could be here any minute!"

"Oh, forget it!" Wayne complained. "Can't we just do it one more time?"

"No!" Kester sat up, emphasizing.

Wayne stared intently at his mother's breasts, those enormous breasts trembling precariously, swaying precariously; the large areolas and the two dark nipples bobbing in the air.

"Then can I have some more milk?"

"Let's get everything sorted out first, and see how it goes."

Wayne jumped up and then busied himself between the barracks and the jeep outside for a full hour, until finally, everything was in order. Back in the house, he saw his mother standing by the sink with her back to him.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Wayne asked, walking up behind her.

"Oh, I'm just preparing some snacks," Kester replied, turning around.

Wayne then saw that his mother's shirt was completely open and couldn't help but smile happily. Her large, beautiful breasts protruded heavily, swaying slightly enticingly, as if extending an invitation.

"Baby, want some?" his mother's sweet voice rang in his ears.

Wayne bent down and quickly found a large, swollen nipple, beginning to suckle. He cupped the nipple between his lips, his tongue teasing the sensitive little point. Soon, the breast began to flow with the purest and most abundant milk in the world.

Wayne greedily sipped, until the milk slowly dried up. He quickly spat out the nipple and looked for the other, but his mother pushed him away.

"I'm sorry, baby," she told her son, "but I have to save some for Mary."

Although extremely disappointed, Wayne could only lift the two drooping breasts, lovingly stroking and kneading them, and then quickly kissed each of the two swollen, high nipples.

“But,” Kester looked down at his son with affection, then suddenly smiled slyly, “I want to drink some of your milk.”

“Wh…what, what did you say?” Wayne’s face flushed red, and he stammered, at a loss for words.

“I said, I want to eat my son’s big cock.” Kester knelt down in front of his son, grinning mischievously.

“God, Mommy! That’s so embarrassing!” Wayne’s face turned even redder, looking down at his mother in disbelief.

“Oh, stop pretending, baby, your big cock is getting impatient.” Kester laughed, unbuttoning his son’s belt and buttons.

Wayne stared at his mother in astonishment. She looked back at him with her head held high, and quickly and skillfully pulled down his trousers and underwear at the same time, revealing his thick, long penis with a loud thud.

"My God, I can't believe it's this big even when it's not angry!" she groaned.

Kester glanced seductively at her son, then grasped his enormous shaft with both hands, bringing it to her mouth and taking the large, purple glans into her mouth. Her hands moved rapidly up and down, kneading the shaft, while her tongue skillfully explored the area around the glans, occasionally licking the urethral opening.

Soon, Wayne's penis was erect again.

Kester swallowed her son's increasingly swollen shaft inch by inch, then lovingly stroked the two mounds of flesh dangling at the base of the shaft. Wayne couldn't believe what he was seeing; his mother was kneeling before him, half of his eleven-inch penis in her mouth! Although he had ejaculated more last night and today than he had in the past six months combined, he could still feel his scrotum starting to twitch and contract, preparing for another violent eruption.

"Oh, Mommy!" Wayne's mother began to nibble at his glans, and Wayne made a gurgling sound.

Just then, Wayne vaguely heard the whooshing sound of a helicopter wing in the distance; it must be the National Guard coming to rescue them.

At this moment, Kester used his long, sharp nails to gently rub and squeeze his scrotum, while his other hand slid rapidly along the shaft, his tongue sweeping rapidly back and forth across his already glaring penis.

Wayne could feel the semen in his scrotum beginning to boil.

He hadn't been able to hold on much longer, but he didn't know if he could erupt before the helicopters that were rapidly approaching them.

Suddenly, his mother shoved a finger into Wayne's anus, and he felt the volcano finally about to erupt violently.

"Careful, Mom...Mi, I...I'm...coming..." Wayne roared, his angry penis spurting in his mother's mouth.

Kester not only swallowed all of her son's hot semen without hesitation, but also continued to suck on his still-erect penis, sucking hard on the wide-open urethral opening. At this moment, the sound of the helicopter grew louder and louder.

Finally, as the helicopter's massive wing-roar echoed throughout the barracks, Wayne's lava flow gradually subsided. Kester leaned back, letting his semi-erect penis slip out of his mouth. A trickle of thick white fluid spilled from his lips. His mother looked at her son with a seductive gaze, and Wayne immediately reached out to help her stand up.

"It tastes wonderful!" Kester said with a sly smile.

They quickly put on their trousers and buttoned them. Once dressed, Kester took his son's hand and they walked together to the porch.

Looking up at the helicopter circling overhead, Kester saw two guards peering out, searching below.

"Are you alright?" someone asked through the helicopter's loudspeaker.

They exchanged a knowing glance and smiled knowingly.

The moment his mother looked at him, Wayne noticed her swiftly flick her small, pink tongue, licking back a drop of semen that clung to her lips. At the same time, she winked at him and scratched her palm with her fingernail. Wayne was aroused by his mother's actions, feeling a jolt of electricity in his groin. He couldn't believe what was happening.

Wayne grinned at his mother, waving his right hand towards the helicopter to indicate they were safe. Hand in hand, they waited for the helicopter to land.

What did this mean? Did it mean his mother would reconsider her ultimatum? Would they continue as lovers when they returned to civilized society? Where does their future lie? What will become of them? Who knows?

Wayne thought, time will tell.

(I)

The torrential rain made it almost impossible to see out the window. Wayne strained to see through the window of his Cherokee Jeep.

His mother, Kester, sat in another sunken chair, gazing at the world through the suffocating downpour. Every now and then, Kester would turn and stare at the rear window for a few seconds, then turn back to look at the front.

"I hope they're all right," she murmured.

"Oh, they'll be alright," Wayne told her, hoping he was right.

The Wayne family was driving to their mountain camp for a short vacation.

Tony, Wayne's father, Kim, Kester's sister, and Tony's little sister Mary were in a second car somewhere behind them.

They had driven two cars because Kim had to get back by Tuesday. Wayne, Kester, Tony, and Mary planned to leave on Friday.

When they set off earlier that morning, it had started to drizzle, but after a while, the rain became heavier and heavier, making the journey somewhat of a torment.

Around noon, they made a brief stop in Emmeville for gas and lunch.

During the stop, Kim persuaded Kester to leave little Mary with her in the second car, since it was only about an hour's drive from their destination. Although Mary was only a month old, they didn't think it would be a big deal for the baby to be separated from its mother for an hour.

Eager to reach their destination as soon as possible, Wayne and Kester set off earlier than Tony and the others. After the two groups separated, they never saw anyone or any headlights behind them again.

Looking down at his watch, Wayne realized that an hour had passed since they last stopped.

"I think I see the bend," he said, slowing down.

"This is it,"

Kester confirmed, as Wayne turned the car from the highway onto the narrow, black-paved road.

"Make sure to keep the car on the road,"

his mother warned him as she watched him carefully turn onto the road.

“If we’re stuck here, we’ll never get out of this quagmire.”

“You’re right,” he thought with a worried smile.

The car crawled slowly forward until it reached a rickety bridge.

Wayne got out and walked slowly to the bridge to look down. What was usually a quiet, gentle stream had become a roaring, muddy river. Gazing at the eddies below, he noticed the waves crashing against the already fragile bridge foundations. They looked incredibly fragile, but seemed able to withstand the river’s force.

“What do you think?”

“What?” He jumped up, unaware that his mother was already beside him.

He was so engrossed in watching the rushing river below that he didn't even notice his mother had stepped out of the car and was beside him.

"Do you think we can make it?"

"Hmm, I think so," he muttered. "What do you think?"

"I think we should be able to," she said, taking a few feet onto the bridge and even trying to jump up and down. "It should be sturdy enough."

"Okay, let's try," he shouted to drown out the noise of the river.

"God, I'm soaked to the bone," his mother said wearily as they returned to the car. "I can't wait to get to the camp and start a fire."

"Okay, let's go," Wayne said, putting the car in gear and carefully driving towards the bridge.

As they crawled forward inch by inch, the bridge seemed to hold up. The bridge was at least fifty feet long, but it took them two or three minutes to tiptoe across three-quarters of its length.

However, in an instant, without any warning, they felt the bridge beneath them begin to tremble, sway, and move.

"Oh my God!" Kester screamed. "The bridge's going to collapse."

When Wayne first felt that dizzying tilt, he quickly floored the accelerator. For such a long, terrifying moment, it felt like the car and the bridge were about to plunge into the rushing river below. But just at the last moment, the tires reached the other side first.

As the car roared towards the other side, they were both speechless. Then, just as the front tires touched solid ground, they felt the rear of the car lurch and slide to the side.

Time seemed to stand still. They held their breath, praying until the car finally crossed the bridge.

The moment the rear tires left the bridge, it plunged into the river behind them.

Fortune smiled upon them!

Wayne slammed on the brakes, trying to prevent the car from sliding off the road and into the muddy ditch beside it. After being dragged a few feet by inertia, the car finally came to a stop just inches from the roadside.

Wayne sat motionless, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly for a long while. Finally, he turned to look at his mother. She stared at the torrential rain pouring down on the hood of the car, her face as pale as a sheet. Finally, she turned to look at her son and smiled weakly.

“My God, that was close,” the mother sighed, still shaken.

“You’re so right,” the son replied.

A few more minutes passed before his hands stopped trembling so badly that he could open the car door. He stepped out and stood in the pouring rain again. Closing the door, he saw his mother step out and stand on the other side of the car.

They looked back at the spot where the small bridge had stood a moment before; now, apart from the occasional broken wooden stake peeking out from the icy eddies of the river, there was nothing there. The twisted and broken bridge foundation was the only evidence that a bridge had once existed.

“If we had been five seconds slower, we would be drowning,” he groaned, feeling his legs about to give way. "God, that was close."

They remained silent as they gazed down at the dark, muddy river flowing past them.

"Oh, Tony and Mary are here," the mother blurted out.

"Get your cell phone, call them, quick!" Wayne yelled, frantically waving his arms, trying to stop them before they drove the car straight into the river.

Kester turned and rushed through the rain to the jeep, flung open the door, and jumped inside. She ripped open her purse, squeezed her hand inside, and pulled out the phone. She quickly pressed the keys and held the phone to her ear.

"Hurry, hurry, answer it!" she muttered, her eyes fixed on the car slowly reaching the other side of the river.

“Hello, this is Kim.” Finally, her sister’s voice came through.

“Oh, thank God you finally answered. The bridge is broken.”

“Okay, we saw Wayne waving, so we slowed down.”

As Wayne wearily trudged back to his car, everyone remained silent.

“Okay, what do we do now?” he asked, getting into the driver’s seat.

“I don’t know,” she murmured, looking down to think.

It was clear that Tony, Kim, and Mary couldn’t cross the river in a short time.

They could turn back to Emmir and spend the night there. Although Kester was still feeding Mary milk, she had prepared enough condiments beforehand, so for now, there wasn’t a problem.

But the bridge was broken and it was raining, and she didn't know how long she and the children would be separated. She and Wayne had all their food with them, so they could continue towards the camp and stay there until someone figured out a way to get them back across the river.

She and Tony discussed their idea for a few minutes. Since it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, Tony agreed that he, Kim, and Mary should turn back to Emmeville and spend the night there.

Tony would contact the sheriff to let him know their current situation, discuss what to do with him, and then contact Kester.

Hanging up the phone, Kester explained their decision to Wayne.

Wayne looked in the rearview mirror and agreed with their decision. They watched anxiously as Tony slowly and carefully drove away from the other side of the river. It seemed like hours had passed, but finally his father reversed the car onto the highway and disappeared into the rain.

"Well, Lone Rider, I guess we're on our own now," Kester said with a nervous smile.

"I thought so too, okay, Copperhead," he replied, slowly pressing the clutch and shifting into gear.

Finally, they reached the camp, and the two sat down, watching the heavy rain pound on the hood. The journey to the camp seemed to take several hours, as Wayne's speed never exceeded five miles per hour.

As they gazed out the window at the torrential rain, they realized it wasn't getting any less; in fact, it seemed to be getting heavier.

“Do you know how long a cube is?” he asked with a bored laugh.

“No, but if things continue like this, we might have to start learning,” his mother replied.

“Well, I certainly don’t want to start hunting for pairs of animals like a hunter,” he laughed.

“I’m not sure,” she laughed too. “But I have a pair of things that are starting to ache.”

“What?” he blushed, unable to believe what he was hearing.

“Oh, don’t be so serious,” his mother gently scolded him.

“It’s been almost five hours since I last gave Mary milk, and now my breasts are starting to feel full and painful.”

“Mom!” he said exasperatedly, his face turning bright red. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Alright, Mr. ‘Serious’.” "She smiled and opened the door. "Let's unload the things first."

Wayne stepped out of the car and into the rain, grateful it would hide his flushed face.

He couldn't believe his mother had said what she'd just said. After all, it was his mother; he hadn't expected her to bring up such a topic in conversation.

Wait a minute, standing in the pouring rain, he thought about his mother's breasts.

The thought of those breasts, large and swollen, brimming with milk, was like opening a door to the center of his brain's excitement. Trembling, he looked up, letting the cold rain splash on his face, hoping to wash away the sordid thoughts in his mind.

Finally, he suddenly noticed his mother standing impatiently at the back of the car. He awkwardly walked around the vehicle and opened the trunk. The two of them grabbed as much luggage as possible and rushed towards the barracks. His mother opened the door, while he placed the luggage on the porch and then ran back to the vehicle.

After the first load, he left his mother in the barracks while he ran back and forth between the barracks and the vehicle unloading. It took him nearly thirty minutes to unload all their luggage, but at least it calmed him down from what his mother had just said.

While Wayne unloaded, Kester sorted the luggage. After the last load was completed, he went inside, closed the door behind him, and placed the package on the table.

"Here, this is your suitcase,"

his mother said, handing him the bag. "Hurry up and change into some dry clothes so you don't catch a cold. Then you start the fire, and I'll go change my clothes."

He kicked off his muddy shoes and dragged his heavy steps toward the only bathroom in the camp. Closing the bathroom door, he quickly stripped off his wet clothes and dried himself off. He was completely soaked, as if he'd just taken an ice-cold shower.

Staring at his naked reflection in the mirror, his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to his mother. He couldn't help but wonder what her naked body would look like.

Mixed with shame, he controlled himself to prevent his penis from becoming engorged. Angered at having such dirty thoughts, he dried his hair, then pulled on a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt.

Hmm, an interesting combination, he thought, but once the fire was lit, he knew how warm the camp would become.

The camphouse actually had only four rooms: two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room that combined the functions of a kitchen and a sitting room. If he remembered correctly, the huge fireplace could warm the entire camphouse thoroughly in about an hour.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he found his mother waiting impatiently for him to finish.

"You're finally done," she said, emphasizing her words, and strode towards the bathroom. "I thought you were dead in there."

"You look like a drowned rat," he laughed, as she passed by him, her hair plastered to her head, completely wet.

Despite being soaked and muddy from running in the rain for most of the day, she still looked stunning.

Stunning; the word seemed to have been coined for her. He started to build a fire, his thoughts racing.

Yes, she was beautiful, but not the kind of beauty that drove people crazy.

Captivating, yes, that was her, and incredibly captivating.

And her figure—the thought sent a pang of shame through him.

For her age, her body was simply stunning.

He'd had many opportunities to peek at her body in the summer when she lounged lazily on a poolside chair in her swimsuit. But that was before she was pregnant with Mary.

After Mary's birth, he hadn't actually seen his mother's body in a swimsuit, so he didn't really know what her figure looked like now.

A sudden pang of guilt over his thoughts about his mother returned, and he continued building the fire.

As he struggled to start the fire, he could hear the running water from the bathroom. This brought his thoughts back to her naked body; he imagined sneaking up and peeking through the keyhole at his mother's naked form.

No! How could he have such a thought? He pulled himself back and went to continue building the fire.

Thank God, he and his father had stored firewood in the cabin for a week during their last visit. If they hadn't, he wouldn't have been able to start this fire.

With his efforts, the weak flames began to lick the wood in the fireplace, and the fire quickly spread.

Squatting by the fire, idly poking at the wood in the fireplace, he began to think of his mother again.

At school, he had overheard other boys talking about pregnant women and women with babies. They said their breasts were enormous and full of milk, and they even said that if a breastfeeding woman's breasts weren't being nursed, her breasts would be very sore and she would experience other problems.

Wayne had never imagined his mother would be like that until one day he saw her breastfeeding Mary. After that, he felt very uncomfortable when other boys talked about women's breasts.

But despite this, he found himself wanting to peek at his mother's breasts again. He had peeked once before, but that time had shocked him. He hadn't expected those breasts to be so large and so flawlessly white.

While feeling ashamed of his thoughts, he suddenly realized his penis was erect. He quickly stood up straight.

Just as he reached his hand through the edge of his shorts to adjust his already erect penis, his mother emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a soft pink bathrobe and carrying a large white towel, trying to dry her wet hair.

They both suddenly stopped, staring at each other, both feeling awkward. Then, Wayne turned his back and forcefully pushed his swollen penis into a more comfortable position.

"Are you alright?" his mother asked slowly, continuing to dry her hair with the towel.

"Um, yes, oh, of course I'm fine," he muttered, glancing back at his mother.

As his mother walked barefoot through the living room towards him, his eyes were glued to her enormous breasts. To him, his greedy gaze seemed to pierce through the soft cotton bathrobe and meet those massive breasts directly.

"Are you sure you're really okay?" his mother asked with a smile, still seemingly doubtful. "Your face is as red-hot as steel."

"Yes, um, I think it's probably because of the fire pit," he muttered. "I was too close."

"Oh." She stepped forward and stood beside her son, tossing her towel on the floor.

She stood beside him, focused on warming herself by the fire, saying nothing. Wayne was still shaken and stood there nervously.

He couldn't help but steal glances at his mother's ample breasts hidden beneath her bathrobe.

(II)

Was she wearing nothing under her bathrobe? He wondered, feeling his penis twitch again.

"Why don't you get us a drink?" she said, turning to her son. "We can have a little something before dinner to celebrate our successful escape."

"Oh, sure, good idea," he blurted out, relieved to finally be free from his mother's body.

“I haven’t had a chance to properly thank you for your unexpected help this afternoon,” she said softly, leaning closer and gently kissing her son’s cheek. “You saved our lives!”

“Oh, Mom,” he replied cautiously, his face flushing again.

Unconsciously, he slowly backed away.

“Really,” she said, smiling at him. “If it weren’t for your quick thinking, we might be calling God by now.”

“Anyone would react the same way in that situation,” he replied, hoping his mother wouldn’t notice the bulge in his lower body, and hurried to the kitchen cabinet.

There were several bottles of wine in the cabinet, and he took one out. As he awkwardly opened the bottle, he didn’t forget to steal a glance at his mother out of the corner of his eye. She was turned to the side, letting the fireplace dry her soft, curly brown short hair.

As he glanced at her, he noticed the hem of her bathrobe was open, revealing a clear view of one of her breasts—a large, bare breast.

So she probably wasn't wearing anything under her bathrobe. He thought silently, his penis beginning to stir again, almost dropping the bottle.

"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked from the other side of the living room.

"Oh, no, this… cork… is a little… um… difficult," he mumbled, wondering if his mother's words had a double meaning.

"Honey, do you need help?" she asked, turning slightly to the side, making the two balloons on her bathrobe burst open even wider.

"Oh, no, oh, Mommy," he replied, his eyes seemingly glued to his mother's swollen breasts as he opened the troublesome bottle cap.

He could almost see the entire upper part of her fair breasts, and even follow the cleavage down to the mysterious dark brown ring surrounding the nipple—the areola. Despite adjusting his gaze, he still couldn't make out the nipple.

"I'm getting thirstier and thirstier," she finally said.

Having finally managed to tear his gaze away from his mother's breasts, he looked up to find her staring at him. Realizing she had noticed his intense staring and remained silent, his face flushed purple.

"Do you like looking at my breasts?" she finally asked, standing up and pulling her bathrobe tighter.

"Mom!" he groaned, his emotions a jumbled mess.

"But you were staring at my breasts just now, weren't you?"

He couldn't say anything; the shame was beyond his imagination, leaving him speechless.

She was silent for a long time as well.

His hands trembled violently, and the wine seemed impossible to fill the glass. He stumbled to his mother's side and handed her the wine, but his trembling hands spilled it all.

"It's alright," she said softly, reaching out to take the glass and holding her son's hand to help him stop trembling.

He didn't know what to say or do. She slowly pried open her son's stiff fingers, took the glass, smiled gently at him, and then slowly took a large gulp of wine.

Suddenly sobering up, Wayne also took a sip from his own glass, almost finishing it in one go.

“Good heavens, you look very thirsty,” she said with a gentle smile.

“I am thirsty,” he blurted out, then downed his drink in one gulp.

Using the empty glass as an excuse to leave her side, he turned back to the bottle on the table.

Refilling his glass, he turned around and found his mother sitting on the sofa by the fireplace. She had her long legs crossed and was smiling at him.

“Come here, sit next to me,” she said, patting the sofa beside her.

“Oh, um, okay,” he murmured, walking over nervously, almost tripping.

“Bring the bottle with you,” she told him.

Stopping, he turned to get the bottle, then turned back to the sofa and sat down next to his mother.

The two sat there, watching the fire in the fireplace, the air filled with the fresh, fragrant scent of her body after her bath. They drank and chatted, time slowly passing.

"Why don't you rest your head on my lap, like you used to do when you were little?"

she asked.

"Oh, okay," he replied, placing his empty glass on the floor.

Adjusting himself, he gently rested his head on his mother's soft lap. He looked up at his mother, the fresh, lovely scent emanating from her body after her bath filling his nostrils, instantly bringing back childhood memories.

She gently stroked her son's head, smiling at him. Her breasts, the source of his previous embarrassment, were now just inches from his face, separated only by her soft bathrobe.

Inhaling her comforting scent, he slowly closed his eyes. Listening to the rain pattering against the window, he began to drift off to sleep. The relentless, muffled roar of the rain was occasionally interrupted by the crackling of the wood burning in the fireplace. Red wine, the warm fireplace, the rain, and that intoxicating scent—all of this gradually lulled him into a dream.

Wayne didn't know how long he slept, but when he gradually awoke, he could no longer hear the raindrops hitting the window. As he slowly opened his mind, he suddenly realized his cheeks were wet. Was the roof leaking? He wondered. It wasn't surprising, given the heavy rain.

He slowly opened his eyes and was suddenly struck by what he saw before him: his mother's naked breasts. He froze. His mother's bathrobe, which had been covering her body, was somehow open.

Unable to believe his eyes, he saw his mother's enormous, balloon-like nipple pressed against his face, a drop of milky white fluid slowly oozing from the swollen nipple.

Staring at the large, pink nipple, he was mesmerized. The milk continued to seep out, flowing down the beautiful curves of his mother's lower breast.

As he stared intently at those beautiful breasts, almost simultaneously, he felt his penis begin to throb painfully. Afraid to move, he savored the momentary, wanton comfort.

Finally, he managed to tear his gaze away from his mother's breasts and discovered she was also asleep. Her head was turned to one side, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Quickly returning his gaze to her breasts, he continued to revel in that captivating sight. He had forgotten how pale those breasts had been the last time he had seen them. Now, so close, he could even clearly see the fine blue veins beneath their almost translucent skin.

His quest was finally over, and now the prize lay before him, presented in its most open form, perfectly satisfying his depraved voyeuristic desires. He watched as her breasts rose and fell with her suckling.

"What would it feel like to suckle on my mother's firm, swollen nipples?" he wondered involuntarily.

"No, I can't do that," he thought. "That would be too much."

What would his mother do if she woke up and found him suckling her nipple? She might kill him.

Staring at the pink areola and nipple, he couldn't help but slowly turn his head towards them, the firm breasts brushing against his cheek, his lips drawing ever closer to the forbidden fruit. Finally, his lips touched the firm nipple he had longed for.

Then, when a small drop of thin milk trickled down his nipple onto his lips, he became incredibly excited, almost to the point of orgasm; he had never been so excited before. He slowly opened his mouth, his whole body throbbing as if electrocuted.

He parted his lips, and the full, swollen nipple slid between them. He remained motionless for a while, then finally began to gently suckle.

For a moment, nothing happened. But then he noticed his mother's eyes blinking and opening. Worried about her reaction, he remained as still as possible. Her eyes stared aimlessly ahead for a moment, then suddenly swept towards his face. He didn't know what to do. The two looked at each other for a long time, as if time had stood still.

Finally, she began to move slowly, lowering herself gently, and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him closer to her chest so that her nipple could be deeper into her son's mouth.

"Oh, yes, like that,"

she groaned, pressing his face against her swollen, large nipples.

"Eat quickly, my breasts are killing me."

Wayne was stunned for a moment, then realized that his mother wanted him to continue nursing, so he began to suckle slowly from the full, swollen nipple.

When he first started suckling, he was somewhat surprised to find that only a few drops of thin, watery fluid flowed from the swollen nipple. He thought there would be more milk, and wondered if he had done something wrong. However, when he started to suckle hard, he was startled; milk suddenly gushed from his breasts. Seeing his mother smiling at him, he suckled even harder, feeling the increasingly rich and sweet milk flow into his lips.

The rich, sweet milk awakened long-forgotten childhood memories buried deep within his mind. He was now like an infant, suckling at the milk flowing from his mother's breast. Unfortunately, although his thoughts returned to childhood, his mature body was still filled with excitement.

Even though he tried to swallow as quickly as possible, he couldn't keep up with the flow of milk; some spilled from his mouth and ran down his chin. Guided by innate instinct, he buried his face gently yet firmly in that full breast.

He could clearly feel its heavy weight pressing against his lips. He seemed never to have enough, craving more sweet milk. Unconsciously, he reached out and cupped his mother's large, full breasts, suckling more and more firmly.

"Oh, wonderful, baby, yes, drink all of Mommy's milk, then Mommy's breasts won't hurt anymore," she murmured, pressing her son's face even harder against her breasts.

(III)

As he suckled harder, he could feel the milk gushing from his mother's swollen breasts gradually slowing down, and her body began to relax. After a few more minutes, he noticed the flow of milk slowly turning into a trickle, and then slowly stopping. He was very disappointed.

Feeling utterly dejected, his mother's breasts were now empty, and he had no reason to linger in her arms and continue suckling at her large breasts. He felt his mother shift her body slightly, and suddenly the nipple that had been in her mouth slipped out. Like a child left unattended, his lips continued to move, searching for the nipple.

Suddenly, he was astonished to see his mother slowly unbutton her bathrobe, revealing her other, full and milky breast. After adjusting her position slightly, he saw his mother cradle that round, high breast, lower herself, and place the entire areola, shimmering with pink light, into her son's lips.

When she brought her breast close to his lips, it was like giving life-saving water to someone dying of thirst. Just now, when he first started suckling, the milk only became thicker and more abundant after a while, but later the milk flowed too fast, and he couldn't drink it all; much of it spilled out of his mouth. Even so, he was still like a hungry child, immediately using his lips to tease the nipple, then snatching it into his mouth and beginning to suckle the long-awaited milk greedily.

"Oh, wonderful, my baby, yes!" he murmured as he suckled.

Wayne's erect penis throbbed as if on fire; he knew he was close to orgasm and ejaculation; he had never been so hard before. It felt like a knife was being squeezed hard, and his penis grew increasingly aroused, throbbing rhythmically. He had never been so hard-on in his life.

He suckled and suckled, only to find the flow of milk beginning to decrease, and he felt frustrated once more. Worried that his mother would remove her nipple from his mouth once she had finished nursing, he wondered if he could do something to delay this inevitable consequence.

As he tried to think of a way to continue nursing, his tongue began to gently lick back and forth between the areola and nipple that secreted milk. He felt his mother's body suddenly harden. To his surprise at his mother's reaction, he stopped sucking forcefully and instead used his tongue to tease the full, swollen nipple in his mouth. The milk was dwindling, but his tongue relentlessly teased and aroused the erect nipple.

"Oh...my...baby..." the mother sighed, relaxing her body.

As Wayne played with her nipple, he felt the legs beneath his head slowly part, and even more surprisingly, she lifted her lower body and pressed it against the back of her son's head. "Is she getting aroused too?" he wondered, his penis nearing its climax.

Even though he could no longer taste the sweet milk, he continued to rub and play with the nipple in his mouth with his tongue. Milk production had completely stopped, but the mother remained motionless, making no attempt to stop him. "She must be enjoying this too," he thought. "Even if it weren't for breastfeeding, she'd still let me play with her breasts." The thought startled him. He then intensified his assault on his mother's mature, full nipples.

He could now hear the low, seductive moans his mother involuntarily emitted as he licked her nipples, which excited him even more. His hands joined the fray, kneading and shaping her large breasts, while his tongue pushed the protruding nipples up and down.

He had initially thought that secretly licking his mother's nipples and suckling her milk was the most exciting thing for him, but now he realized he was wrong. Just thinking about what he was doing—he was actually playing with his mother's large breasts, and she wasn't stopping him at all, but rather seemed to be enjoying it—caused an increasingly strong surge of desire to fill his entire body, which he could no longer resist.

The more Wayne played with his mother's nipples, the more he noticed her soft mons pubis pressing

tightly against the back of his head. Suddenly, he felt his mother's hand fall from the back of the sofa to his stomach. He didn't know if she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but one thing was certain—her hand could touch his throbbing, erect penis at any moment.

Since his mother didn't seem to want to stop him, Wayne grew bolder and bolder, kneading and massaging her snow-white breasts into various shapes.

When he felt his mother's hand slowly move down towards his erect penis, his heart almost stopped.

Was she doing this consciously or just a conditioned reflex? Regardless, his penis was now like a loaded pistol with the trigger pulled, ready to fire at any moment.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and his mother's hand twitched in shock, gripping his penis tightly before releasing it.

"Oh... God... ah..." He squeezed his mother's breasts tightly, his penis finally gushing through his shorts.

"Oh, my baby, I'm sorry." His mother watched Wayne's body convulse as he ejaculated, and whispered, "I'm so sorry."

Wayne couldn't believe this had happened, but he couldn't control himself. Just as he was immersed in shock and humiliation, his mother gently moved away from him and stood up.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, but I have to answer this call. It might be your father, Tony."

She tugged at her bathrobe and said softly, then walked to the phone.

Wayne buried his head in the pillow, wishing there was a hole he could crawl into. How could he ejaculate in front of his mother? Overwhelmed with shame, he feared he might never be able to face his mother again. He buried his head deep in the sofa cushions, as if that would bury his shame with it. Tears of shame streamed down his face, but he could hear his mother's voice

on the phone. Amidst the cacophony of rain pounding on the roof, he couldn't make out what his mother was saying. Then, in that instant, he felt utterly exhausted. His eyelids began to droop, and without wanting to resist, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke, the room was dim. Looking around, he saw that the fireplace had been relit, filling the room with a warm and gentle glow. He didn't move, letting his eyes gradually adjust to the light. After a while, he opened his eyes and slowly searched the room, finding his mother sitting in a large, soft chair by the fireplace.

He couldn't believe his eyes—his mother was holding a wine glass in one hand, sipping red wine, while the other hand was actually caressing her heavy, sagging breasts. Although he had just ejaculated not long ago, seeing this scene, his penis almost immediately regained its vigor.

His mother seemed oblivious to him; her bathrobe was unbuttoned and spread wide, completely exposing her full, round breasts to the air. She played with and pulled at one of her large nipples, while Wayne's eyes were fixed on this unparalleled beauty. Within seconds, Wayne's penis was as hard as stone. Then

something even more shocking happened—her hand slowly slid down from her chest between her legs. Although her sitting position prevented him from seeing what she was doing, when his mother tilted her head back and closed her eyes, he could perfectly imagine where her hand was. Watching his mother play with her body, Wayne was on the verge of a second orgasm.

Kester's movements grew more intense; her legs slowly parted wider, and she began to moan as before. Her hands moved faster, and her breathing became noticeably more rapid.

But just like before, the phone rang again.

His mother stood up and went to the phone. Wayne immediately closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He could hear his mother speaking softly on the phone, but the nagging rain made it impossible for him to make out what they were saying. After a while, she hung up, slowly walked across the sofa, and returned to her chair.

Wayne slowly opened his eyes and saw his mother unbutton her bathrobe again, resuming her caresses of her large breasts.

He slowly sat up.

"Do your breasts hurt?" he asked, emboldened by some unknown source of courage.

"Wh...what? What are you talking about?" she stammered, turning around, a little exasperated.

His eyes lingered greedily on his mother's bare breasts, offering no reply. She seemed flustered, failing to immediately cover her exposed breasts.

"I asked if your breasts are starting to hurt again?" Upon hearing this, his mother immediately looked at her chest, her face flushing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she murmured, then slowly pulled her bathrobe back up to cover her breasts.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just found it funny to see your exposed breasts," he said with a slightly guilty smile.

"They do hurt a little," she replied with a smile, "but not as much as before."

"Your breasts are beautiful," he said, unsure of what to say next.

"Do you really think so?" This time it was the mother's turn to feel a little embarrassed. "I thought they were sagging a bit."

"Oh, no, Mom, they're very beautiful," he blurted out, clearly excited.

"Well then, thank you for the compliment," she smiled gently, taking another sip of her drink.

"Um...you...could you...let...let me...suck...your...

breasts again..."

he muttered, unsure how to say it.

"What did you say?" she asked, puzzled.

"Oh, no...nothing," he said hesitantly.

"Does she know I ejaculated earlier?" he thought with a chuckle. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how.

"Why don't you get something to eat?" she told him. "I made some snacks while you were asleep." "

Oh, that's great." He sat up and went to the table.

"You were sleeping soundly," she said loudly, hoping to drown out the rain outside. "I didn't want to wake you after what happened."

Wayne didn't know what to say or do in response, so he wolfed down almost half of the snacks on the table. He was actually starving, but his earlier heightened arousal had made him forget everything.

He poured himself another glass of wine and went back to the sofa to sit down. At that moment, his mother told him that they would be stuck here until at least tomorrow afternoon. Tony found the sheriff and learned that the nearby National Guard had a bridge repair team that would come to fix the broken bridge as soon as the rain stopped.

The heavy rain continued outside as if it wanted to send supplies, so Wayne didn't need to worry about when they would be free. He glanced at his watch and realized it was already 9 p.m.

"Oh, it's so late," he said, pouring himself another drink.

"Yeah, you slept for a while," Kester said with a sip of his drink, laughing. "You're so tired today."

They were silent for a moment. Wayne stood up, walked to the door of the barracks, opened it, and looked out at the torrential rain pouring down like a waterfall.

"My God, it's still raining so hard," he complained to his mother.

"I heard you," she replied loudly.

He closed the door and went to the fireplace to warm his hands. He wanted to ask his mother if he could suckle her breast again. But he didn't know what to say, so he just stood there, watching to see what his mother would say.

"Darling, I think I should go to bed," he heard his mother say after a while. "I'm tired today too."

"Of course," he didn't know what to say. "I think I should go to sleep too."

Wayne was a little disappointed that his mother didn't let him suckle again. He staggered back to his bedroom and took off his clothes. Since the room was warm, he could sleep naked as usual. Hearing his mother preparing to fall asleep in the next room, Wayne gently slid his large penis up and down.

Suddenly, Kester's head popped out in the doorway. Oh no, he knew his mother had seen him masturbating!

"Oh, goodnight, baby," she said. "I... um... I hope you have sweet dreams."

Before he could think of anything to say, she had disappeared through the door.

"Oh, goodnight, Mommy!" he could only shout back.

There was no reply. After a while, the light in her room went out, leaving only the dim glow of the fireplace in the living room. Lying in bed, thinking about the day's events, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, he found himself awake. Something he didn't understand had woken him. The fireplace fire was almost out, and the living room was dark, but he didn't hear any particular sound. Then he heard the sound of wood being added to the fireplace. He looked towards the fireplace, where the fire was gradually brightening, and he saw his mother there, adding another piece of wood to the fireplace. From Wayne's bed, he couldn't see the fireplace clearly, but he could still make out the dim light emanating from it.

Looking from his bedroom doorway into the living room, Wayne suddenly noticed his mother's shadow in the doorway. He knew his room was too dark for her to see his eyes clearly, so he didn't pretend to be asleep.

Kester stood in the doorway for a long time, peering into the room. Wayne didn't know what she was looking at. Although the fire in the fireplace was weak, Wayne's eyes had already become accustomed to the dim light, and he could see that his mother was wearing a very, very thin nightgown. Despite the dim light, he could easily make out his mother's beautiful curves hidden in her nightgown as she stood in the doorway. Lying on his back, he felt his penis instantly harden. Just

as he was wondering what his mother wanted to do, she slowly walked into Wayne's bedroom, heading towards his bed.

As she sat down beside her son, the alluring fragrance emanating from her enveloped Wayne. What would she do next? Wayne's heart nearly stopped.

Then he felt his mother slowly pull back the blanket and lie down; she was now lying beside him, right on his bed! As her warm body pressed against him, Wayne's heart raced even faster!

“Wayne, are you awake?” he heard his mother ask softly.

“Oh, yes,” Wayne replied in a low voice, his lips dry, barely able to speak.

“Would you mind if I lay here for a while?” she asked, pressing her body closer.

“Oh, no…no problem,” he groaned, feeling his mother’s full breasts pressed against his arm.

She was silent for a moment.

“Baby, my breasts are starting to hurt again, could you suckle them for me?” she finally whispered.

“Oh, okay…okay,” he replied breathlessly, seeing his mother pull back the blanket and untie her robe.

“Thank you!” she whispered.

(IV)

Turning around, Wayne buried his face between his mother's full breasts, like a young animal searching for food, nudging his head and searching for the source of milk—the nipple. As soon as

he found it between those large breasts, Wayne's lips pressed against it, never leaving. He suckled desperately. Just like last time, only a few thin drops of milk initially flowed from the nipple. With a harder suck, Wayne felt the flow increase. Almost immediately, his efforts paid off, his mouth full of his mother's sweet milk.

Like a pump at full power, he greedily suckled, his whole being immersed in the incomparably delicious milk. Wayne teased and sucked on his mother's nipples with his tongue and lips, his erect penis pressed tightly against her soft, warm thighs. The hem of her robe must have ridden up, leaving no obstruction between his penis and her smooth skin.

His gaze already ignited, Wayne uncontrollably pressed his burning penis even harder against her smooth thighs.

He knew his mother could feel his rock-hard penis against her thighs, but she showed no intention of moving her legs away from him. With Kester's silent consent, Wayne's mouth intensified its caresses of her swollen nipples, while his penis continued to rub against her thighs.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby, it's wonderful!" he heard his mother whisper in his ear.

Wayne's mind was racing; he couldn't tell if his mother meant the rubbing of his penis or the caress of her breasts.

It all happened so fast, he hadn't even had time to process what was happening.

His senses were completely clouded by his gaze. It was unbelievable: he was lying next to his beloved mother, sucking and playing with her large breasts, his penis pressed tightly against her smooth thighs.

"Could this really be happening? I must be dreaming," he thought, though he knew perfectly well it wasn't a dream.

Like a man dying of thirst, he suckled voraciously, but the milk from his mother's nipples slowly began to decrease. Wayne wanted to suckle as much as possible, but eventually the sweet taste stopped.

"Baby, do the other one too!" Kester whispered, coaxing his son's face to the other breast.

To reach the other breast, Wayne had to straddle his mother and bend over to reach it.

He clumsily propped himself up with his hands, straddling Kester's body with one leg. In this way, Wayne's

legs were straddling his mother's thighs, and his rock-hard penis was pressed tightly between his mother's thighs. He bent down and quickly took the full, swollen nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby," Kester groaned, "You're making me feel so good!"

Gradually losing control, Wayne, while caressing his mother's large breasts with his mouth, began to forcefully thrust his painfully hard penis between her thighs. Wayne knew his mother could definitely feel his clitoris between her legs.

The mere sensation of his large penis against her smooth thighs was already bringing Wayne to a second climax. Knowing there was no way to hide his orgasm this time, Wayne continued to thrust his penis between his mother's thighs, rubbing it desperately.

Wayne's head swayed excitedly and yearningly against his mother's chest, his hands cupping her full, moist breasts, kneading and squeezing them forcefully, as if the milk flowing so freely wasn't enough, hoping to squeeze out even more.

"Oh, baby!"

Kester could only moan silently under her son's wanton ravaging of her large breasts.

Without restraint, Wayne gulped down his mother's warm, sweet milk, seemingly never satisfied. He gripped his mother's soft, large breasts tightly with both hands, hoping the milk would flow endlessly.

He was able to press himself against his mother, playing with and sucking her breasts, giving Wayne an unprecedented sense of submission.

Kester lovingly stroked her son's head, pressing his face deeply against her chest. Suddenly, Wayne felt the muscles in his mother's thighs tighten; she was trying to remove her leg from under his forcefully thrusting penis! This frustrated Wayne greatly; he could only slowly lift one leg, allowing his mother to slide it off him.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind; he realized he was now lying between his mother's long, shapely thighs!

"Oh, Wayne!" Kester groaned softly.

Encouraged by this, Wayne immediately resumed his assault, continuing to fondle the large breasts in his mouth. Unfortunately, the milk production quickly dried up and eventually stopped.

Unwilling to accept this, Wayne continued to tease the swollen breast, shifting his body slightly to press his hard penis against his mother's smooth, warm inner thigh.

Since Wayne was currently lying face down on his mother, his lower abdomen pressed against her pubic area covered in soft pubic hair. He was so excited that he could almost feel every single pubic hair tickling his abdominal skin. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it happened.

There was no barrier between Wayne and his mother; the only separation was the son's naked skin facing his mother's naked skin. He couldn't believe it; she must have completely unbuttoned her robe before even lying down beside him.

It was simply too quick, unbelievable! Wayne felt a shiver run through him. Driven by the obvious, illicit desire, he pressed his abdomen down further, his mind churning again. As his mother gently lifted her lower body, he felt her wetness.

"Oh, baby!" Kester moaned softly.

Lost in the unprecedented sensation of watching her, Wayne slowly let his mother's nipple slip from between his lips, then caressed the hot, smooth skin of her large breasts with his mouth. Then, he slowly kissed his way up from her breasts to her neck.

"Oh, baby..." Kester exclaimed, arching his neck to embrace his son's deep, untamed lips.

Propelling himself forward, Wayne decisively kissed his mother's neck, then paused briefly before gently kissing the soft skin beneath her chin. His lips then moved swiftly across her chin, landing on hers.

"Oh, God!" Kester groaned, embracing his son's face and pressing his own lips tightly against his.

As their lips met, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

As the two were writhing in passion, Wayne suddenly realized that his large and firm penis—or rather, the large glans—was resting between his mother's moist and tender labia.

He hesitated for a moment, worried that his mother wouldn't allow him to approach her most sacred, dark forest. Then, just as the tip of his penis felt the warm, wet sensation emanating from her love juices, his mother gently raised her hips, pressing her moist vulva against him.

Wayne hesitated for a moment, then resolutely pressed his lips to his mother's, his tongue slowly slipping into her mouth.

At that moment, Wayne noticed his mother's hand on his buttocks, tightly gripping his cheeks. He could feel her long, pink nails digging deeply into his skin.

Everything seemed inevitable. Wayne slowly inserted the glans of his penis into his mother's already soaking wet vulva.

"Oh...oh...oh..." As their lips parted, Wayne heard a long moan escape his mother's lips.

Taking a few quick breaths, Wayne realized his forehead was covered in sweat.

He was both excited and confused. Should they continue or stop? This was a grave mistake; they were about to violate a cardinal sin, a blatant violation of all moral norms, and he would be forever branded an incestuous man.

But despite his chaotic mind, he knew there was no turning back. They had gone too far; nothing could stop them from falling into this bottomless abyss of debauchery and incest.

Finding his mother's lips again, Wayne kissed her deeply and passionately, his raging cock slowly sinking into her burning bud. Could this be real? he thought excitedly. His penis slowly sank deeper and deeper into her fiery, tight, and wanton cunt.

He was touching his beloved mother's wanton secret! He was sure to go to hell, but it was worth it! Absolutely worth it! He was touching his beloved mother's wanton secret! What could be more wonderful than this?

The feeling was indescribable. His entire cock felt like it was entering a silky smooth, yet hot and tight flesh cave, and that cave was constantly and gently gripping and squeezing every inch of his penis.

Unbelievable! The deeper his penis penetrated that secret, wet cavern, the higher the temperature rose, and the wetter it became. Nothing could be more anticipated; this was the most wonderful experience a boy could imagine. While the

physical pleasure was unparalleled, discovering his mother was his willing partner in this wicked abyss was paramount. Continuing to make love with her was impossible without her cooperation; now she was not only his mother, but also his soulmate.

"Oh, God, Mom!" Wayne gasped, parting his lips from hers.

"Oh, Wayne, my darling!" she cried, thrusting her lower body forward again.

Wayne's throbbing penis slid effortlessly into the depths of his mother's writhing depths—the place of his birth, the source of everything, the fertile ground where he first grew up! It was like heaven!

Although he was deeply captivated by the feeling of making love with his mother, he was still slightly surprised. This should have been sinful; he should at least feel some shame, but he couldn't believe it was all so natural and wonderful. The feeling of making love with his beautiful mother was indescribable; he never wanted to make love with any other woman again.

Forcibly suppressing the wonderful sensations emanating from his penis, Wayne slightly pulled out his throbbing, erect penis, then forcefully thrust it back into his mother's burning, throbbing depths. Her hot and wet body tightly wrapped around the bulging penis, making Wayne's whole body and even the depths of his soul seem to be ignited by flames.

The intense pleasure from the scrotum quickly spread throughout the body, and it could no longer be tolerated.

He believed that his mother must have felt the same way, because Buster was trying his best to arch her beautiful ass so that his son's big cock could go deeper into her hot vagina. When Yamato and Rongyo were having the most intimate contact, they were not idle either. Her big soft breasts were pressed tightly by his chest, and the milk still flowing in her breasts wetted her son's chest.

With all his might, Wayne thrust his penis in, and finally, Wayne felt his hard glans slam heavily against his mother's incredibly tender clitoris, which immediately released even more lustful fluid. Mother and son were simply born for each other; their union was perfect.

(V)

Wayne deeply inserted his penis into his mother's hot and constantly contracting clitoris, bending down to kiss her again. Kester responded passionately to her son's kiss, and soon Wayne's tongue skillfully slipped into her mouth. The mother and son straightened their bodies until there was no gap between them, embracing tightly and kissing each other passionately.

The passion coursing through his body quickly transformed into a white-hot spasm. Wayne's scrotum suddenly tightened and contracted, his burning penis about to boil over!

"Mom!..." Wayne tried to warn his mother, but it was too late. His penis exploded violently inside his mother! Like a large ball of white-hot lava erupting deep inside her vagina.

"Oh, Wayne..." Kester sobbed softly, her long legs raised high, tightly encircling her son's waist, forcefully lifting her hips to receive his rain.

"Wayne, my... baby!" Kester cried out loudly. But the son continued his relentless convulsions, and the mother's cries slowly turned into sobs.

Again and again, Wayne felt his penis erupt deep within his mother's thirstily sucking flower, spewing forth clumps of thick, hot white semen. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over his body; even heaven couldn't compare.

"Oh my God, Mom, I love you!" Wayne cried out breathlessly as he thrust into his mother like a tireless pile driver.

Finally, the enraged beast subsided, ceasing its fiery outbursts within Kester. The immense mental and physical exhaustion caused Wayne to collapse onto his mother.

The two embraced for a long time without speaking, then, as if suddenly understanding each other's thoughts, Wayne and his mother began to kiss and caress each other.

As he tenderly stroked her, Wayne was surprised to find that his large penis, still deeply embedded inside his mother, hadn't softened; it remained erect. So, he slowly began to gently thrust in and out beside his mother's wet, luscious vulva. His mother's body immediately responded eagerly; she needed her son's tenderness. But soon, their bodies involuntarily began a passionate rhythm.

"Oh, Wayne, I love it when you do this to me!" Kester moaned softly, enjoying the pleasure her son's penis brought her.

"Mommy... Mommy... Mommy..." The mother and son's genitals pounded and collided, and Wayne unconsciously uttered a low cry. Once the passion pent up in their hearts erupted, it was unstoppable. Soon, they seemed to never have enough of each other, like a pair of animals tearing at each other, struggling just to find release from this blazing flame of desire.

"I! Yes! Hard, Mommy! Turn Mommy's cunt inside out, rotten!" Every time Wayne thrust his hard penis into his mother's cunt, he could hear her muttering to herself.

Kester's murmurs excited the mother and son even more, and their swollen penises and burning cunts pounded together in the most primal rhythm of the world, each impact causing the overflowing love juices in the mother's cavity to spray everywhere.

Kester's breasts tightly enveloped her son's erect penis, the tender flesh inside rubbing against the shaft and glans. The clitoris deep within her flower bud convulsed like a powerful suction machine, trying to draw out the essence from the glans, occasionally erupting with loud, thumping sounds that drowned out the sound of the heavy rain pounding on the barracks outside the window. But mother and son didn't care; at this moment, everything else was irrelevant.

After about thirty minutes of intense lovemaking, Wayne finally felt his scrotum begin to tighten and contract. He knew he was about to reach his climax. His mother was still writhing beneath him, crying and begging him to go harder. He could only desperately hold back.

"Oh, baby, I...I'm...coming...!" Kester's muscles suddenly tensed, and she hugged her son tightly, screaming.

At the same time, Wayne felt his mother's vaginal cavity contracting, and the two tender lips of her vulva seemed to become an insurmountable lock, firmly fixing his penis inside her. The deepest part of her flower also tightly sucked on his glans, pressing down in waves. At this moment, Wayne could no longer endure it.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, Mommy, I'm coming too!" With thousands of thick semen gushing out, Wayne threw his head back and shouted loudly. Just then, a massive bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the entire room, as if heaven and earth themselves were moved, determined to etch this moment into their very being.

Under the power of this flash, Wayne felt his raging penis reach its peak inside his mother's cavity.

The thunderous roar that followed the lightning shook the entire camp.

Wayne's ejaculation continued unabated, accompanied by involuntary convulsions of his penis, as thick, milky-white spurts of semen violently slammed against his mother's wet, throbbing vulva, far exceeding the capacity of her small cavity. He could feel his own semen mixing with the vaginal fluids from his mother's vulva, flowing along her soft labia, along his still-erect penis, between her upturned buttocks, and down until it soaked the sheets.

Mother and son lay there, moaning softly, time seemingly frozen. Finally, they could no longer hold on, collapsing in each other's arms. Exhaustion after such intense arousal quickly caused them to fall asleep in each other's embrace.

Wayne gradually awoke, utterly exhausted and dizzy. He stretched, yawning, wondering why he felt so lightheaded. But then, he remembered what had happened last night, and a chilling coldness rose from his groin.

"God, I made love with my mother! Or was this just a wild, mad dream under the influence of some kind of magic?"

Wayne was somewhat panicked, sweating profusely. "This must be a dream," he thought.

Then, he caught the lingering scent of his mother's perfume in the air. He immediately turned around and sniffed the wrinkled sheets, but the perfume was stronger. She must have been in his bed! But did they make love as he remembered? Perhaps he had just let her nurse, like earlier? Maybe that was all, and the rest was just his imagination.

But as the sluggishness of his sleep gradually faded, the shocking details returned to Wayne's mind piece by piece. Then, as if to confirm it to himself, he felt dried semen on the pubic hair between his legs.

This wasn't a dream, it was real! He—had—done—with—him—mother—!

Recalling every passionate moment, Wayne quickly realized his penis was hard again. The intoxicating memory of making love between mother and son was the most powerful aphrodisiac for him. He had already made love with his mother, and now, he wanted more. The evil beast within him stirred, yearning to sink once more into the sea of bygone days they had created together.

Now that he had tasted the forbidden fruit of incest, there was no turning back; he had to continue.

"But what does Mother think? Where is she? Did she go back to her own bed out of shame and disgust? Is she lying there, ashamed and contemptuous of herself and what she did?"

Wayne was terrified that his mother would hate him, hate that answer. He needed to know what his mother was thinking.

Just one night of lovemaking, and Wayne couldn't adjust to his mother's absence. He glanced at his watch; it was already 9 o'clock. Where had the time gone?

Recalling last night, Wayne reached down and grabbed his swollen penis, rubbing it rapidly. He slowly got off the bed, wishing it wasn't his hand, but his mother's!

Approaching the door, Wayne gazed admiringly at his ten-inch-long, rock-hard penis, which swayed as if searching for prey. He stopped at the doorway and looked into the living room.

When Wayne saw his mother standing in the front doorway, looking out the window, he felt a surge of hope and tenderness.

Wayne's eyes were fixed on his mother's body when he suddenly noticed strong sunlight streaming in through the window.

The rain had finally stopped.

Wayne felt a strange sense of disappointment. He had hoped the rain would continue, so he could have more time alone with his mother, if she didn't hate him.

But the rain had stopped, so every moment now felt incredibly precious. Wayne gazed at his mother. The dazzling sunlight streamed through the window, bathing her in its glow. Wayne could clearly see that she was wearing nothing but a thin, transparent nightgown—the same one she'd worn the night before. His gaze could easily penetrate that garment. He stared at his mother's alluring silhouette, clearly outlined in the sunlight, and his already hard penis trembled even more violently.

Wayne couldn't move. He was afraid to know what his mother was thinking. But he had to find out.

"Does she hate herself? Or... or what?" he wondered. "Has she lost all reason and, in this bright, sunny morning, completely abandoned herself?"

Wayne tried to imagine what his mother was thinking. "She must be thinking about something. Does she think she's a monster? Yes, what they did was wrong, terribly wrong, but it felt so wonderful!"

Wayne had slept with several girls before, but none of it compared to what had happened last night. Before last night, he loved his mother like any normal boy, but now that love had mutated into a powerful urge and desire to devour her body! This longing was so profound that just looking at her caused his heart to ache. He had never known anything could be so intense! So reckless! So addictive!

Looking down, Wayne watched his erect penis throbbing, the mere thought of her bringing him to orgasm.

But what did his mother think of him?

Trying to control his wandering gaze, Wayne recalled with a touch of shame: it was this woman who raised him; she was the one who patted his backside when he needed her; she was the one who wiped his bottom when he peed in his pants; she was the one who gently punished him when he misbehaved; she was the one who wiped his nose when he caught a cold; she nurtured him! She warmed him! She comforted him! She also saved him!

Regardless of what she thought, she was his lover for one night. In Wayne's heart, he was his mother's lover and always would be, no matter what she thought. He knew his love for his mother was illicit, but it was all he had. He also knew it was wrong for a boy to love his mother like this, but he couldn't control himself; he had become a prisoner of desire.

Wayne needed to know what his mother thought after they had made love, what she thought of him. He couldn't suppress himself any longer; he had to know now.

(To be continued)

When Wayne woke up, he felt dizzy and his muscles ached. He gave a long yawn, stretched out, and wondered why he was so tired. When he turned his head, he suddenly found his mother's naked body sleeping next to him, with her hands still hugging him tightly. Wayne smiled triumphantly and hugged her lovingly.

"Wow!" Kuster was awakened and opened his eyes, his long eyelashes flashing. When she found herself still naked in her son's arms, a trace of shame and annoyance flashed across her face.

But then, she smiled, a happy and satisfied smile, and Kuster leaned over and pressed a loving kiss on her son's lips.

“Hello, my little sweetheart!” she whispered in his ear.

“I love you, Mommy!”

“I love you too, darling!”

Kester straightened up, pulling herself away from her son. Wayne reached out, trying to pull his mother back into his arms.

“Oh my God!” Kester exclaimed, glancing at his watch. “It’s already 2 o’clock, the National Guard could be here any minute!”

“Oh, forget it!” Wayne complained. “Can’t we just do it one more time?”

“No!” Kester sat up, emphasizing.

Wayne stared intently at his mother’s breasts, the enormous breasts trembling precariously, swaying precariously; the large areolas and the two dark nipples bobbing in the air.

"Can I have some more milk?"

"Let's get everything ready first,

and then we'll see." Wayne jumped up and busied himself between the barracks and the jeep outside for a full hour, until everything was finally in order. Back in the barracks, he saw his mother standing by the sink with her back to him.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Wayne asked, walking up behind his mother.

"Oh, I'm just preparing some snacks," Kester replied, turning around.

Wayne then saw that his mother's shirt was completely open and couldn't help but smile happily. Her large, beautiful breasts protruded heavily, swaying slightly enticingly, as if extending an invitation.

"Baby, do you want some?" His mother's heavenly voice reached his ears.

Wayne bent down and quickly found a large, swollen nipple and began to suckle. He held the nipple between his lips, his tongue teasing the sensitive little protrusion. Soon, the breast began to flow with the purest and most abundant milk in the world.

Wayne drank greedily until the milk slowly dried up. He quickly spat out the nipple and looked for the other one, but his mother pushed him away.

"I'm sorry, baby," she told her son, "but I have to save some for Mary."

Although extremely disappointed, Wayne could only lift the two drooping breasts and lovingly caress and knead them, then quickly kissed each of the two swollen, high-rising nipples.

“But,” Kester looked down at his son with affection, then suddenly smiled slyly, “I want to drink some of your milk.”

“Wh…what, what did you say?” Wayne’s face flushed red, and he stammered, at a loss for words.

“I said, I want to eat my son’s big cock.” Kester knelt down in front of his son, grinning mischievously.

“God, Mommy! That’s so embarrassing!” Wayne’s face turned even redder, looking down at his mother in disbelief.

“Oh, stop pretending, baby, your big cock is getting impatient.” Kester laughed, unbuttoning his son’s belt and buttons.

Wayne stared at his mother in disbelief. She looked back at him, quickly and skillfully ripping down his trousers and underwear, revealing his thick, long penis with a loud thud.

"My God, I can't believe it's this big even when it's not throbbing!" she groaned.

Kester glanced seductively at her son, then grasped his enormous shaft with both hands, bringing it to her mouth and taking the large, purple glans into her mouth. Her hands moved rapidly up and down, kneading the shaft, while her tongue skillfully explored the area around the glans, occasionally licking the urethral opening.

Soon, Wayne's penis throbbed again.

Kester swallowed her son's increasingly engorged penis inch by inch into her mouth, then freed one hand to lovingly caress the two mounds of flesh dangling at the base of his shaft. Wayne couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes; his mother was kneeling before him, half of his eleven-inch-long penis in her mouth! Although he had ejaculated more last night and today than he had in the past six months combined, he could still feel his scrotum beginning to twitch and contract, preparing for another violent eruption.

"Oh, Mommy!" Wayne gurgled as his mother began to nibble at the glans.

Just then, Wayne faintly heard the whooshing sound of a helicopter wing in the distance; it must be the National Guard coming to rescue them.

At that moment, Kester used his long, sharp fingernails to gently knead and squeeze his scrotum, while his other hand slid rapidly along the shaft, his tongue sweeping quickly back and forth across his already glaring eye.

Wayne could feel the semen in his scrotum beginning to boil.

He couldn't hold on much longer, but he didn't know if he could ejaculate before the helicopter rushed towards them.

Suddenly, his mother inserted a finger into Wayne's anus; at that moment, he felt the volcano finally about to erupt violently.

"Watch out, Mom...Mi, I...I'm...coming..." Wayne roared, his angry penis gushing into his mother's mouth.

Kester not only swallowed all of his son's hot, scalding semen without hesitation, but also continued to suckle the still-erect penis, his lips pursed, sucking hard on the wide-open glans. At this moment, the sound of the helicopter grew louder and louder.

Finally, when the helicopter's massive wingbeats echoed throughout the camp, Wayne's molten lava gradually subsided. Kester leaned back, letting his semi-erect penis slide out of his mouth. A trickle of thick white saliva spilled from her lips as the mother looked at her son with a seductive gaze, and Wayne immediately reached out to help her stand up.

"It tastes wonderful!" Kester said with a mysterious smile.

They quickly put on their trousers and buttoned them up. Once they were dressed, Kester took his son's hand and they walked together to the porch.

Looking up at the helicopter circling overhead, Kester saw two guards peering out, searching below.

"Are you alright?" he heard someone ask through the helicopter's loudspeaker.

They exchanged a knowing glance and smiled knowingly.

The moment his mother looked at him, Wayne noticed her swiftly extend her small, pink tongue to lick back a drop of semen lingering at her lips. At the same time, she winked at him and scratched her palm with her fingernail. Wayne was aroused by his mother's actions, feeling a jolt of electricity in his groin. He couldn't believe what was happening.

Wayne grinned at his mother, raising his right hand to wave at the helicopter, indicating they were safe. Hand in hand, they waited for the helicopter to land.

What did this mean? Did it mean his mother would reconsider her ultimatum? Would they remain lovers when they returned to civilized society? What did their future hold? What would become of them? Who knew?

Wayne thought to himself, time will tell.

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