Dark Night Legends Author: sadpig

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Dark Night Legend

Author: sadpig

Chapter 1: The Secret of the Serpent Clan

I have a strange surname: "Ye". I'm 16 years old this year and just started high school. Every time the teacher calls roll,
my classmates look at me. At first, I was a little shy, but after a while, I got used to it. My
parents are both university mathematics professors. Perhaps it's a family trait, but my science grades are exceptionally good. If
it weren't for the age limit, I could probably be studying for a PhD in mathematics by now. Besides my age,
there's another subject that prevents me from graduating high school early: the dreaded politics. No matter how much I study or memorize, I can't score more than 30 on my
politics exams. Fortunately, my parents don't care about my politics grades. They seem more relaxed about it than
I am.

Every boy goes through puberty and experiences sexual awakening, and I'm no exception. Plus, I have a mother who's
irresistibly . Although my mother is a university professor, she doesn't act like a teacher at all at home. She often walks around the room in tight clothes and pants. As for underwear, well… I guess the word "underwear" doesn't exist in
my mother's dictionary.
Her waist was only 1 foot 6 inches, probably the
thinnest in all of China, but her breasts were a full 34D. Whenever she mopped the floor, I could stand
right in front of her and feast my eyes. After spying on her so many times, my mom would always find out, but she didn't mind at all. She would just
laugh and say, "My son has grown up." Then she would come over and hug me tightly,
kissing me on the cheek. Being immersed in my mother's sweet scent should have been a happy thing, but being
treated a little embarrassed.

I never dared to do anything inappropriate to my mom, partly because I'm rather introverted and
timid , and partly because I've only been developing for a few years, and watching porn on the computer only
started a year ago. At most, I'd only ever take advantage of my mom a little, like "casually"
touching her shapely buttocks when she hugged me, peeking at her big breasts through the crack in the door while she showered, or sitting
in the living room admiring her backside while she cooked—watching her buttocks sway in her tight pants could give me an erection all afternoon.
If things had continued naturally like this, I probably would have grown into a
man , gotten married, had children, and continued the family line. But my life trajectory changed completely on my 16th birthday.

On the morning of my birthday, my mom told me not to play around at noon and to come home early. I knew
it was my birthday, so as soon as school let out, I rushed home. My dad wasn't there for my birthday this year, and
my mom was dressed even more beautifully than usual. She wore a tight white t-shirt, not completely transparent, but you could still
see her nipples slightly showing. She wore my favorite black tight pants, the crotch even showing
the shape of her genitals. Her buttocks, outlined in tight pants, displayed a beautiful curve,
perfectly complementing her voluptuous figure—truly a devilish body. I felt a surge of desire rising within me, almost
bursting out of my body, but not wanting to lose face in front of my mother, I forced myself to remain calm. Seeing my embarrassment, my mother gave me
a mysterious smile and said, "It's your birthday this year. Your father has something to do at noon and can't come home. Mom made
your favorite dishes and bought a birthday cake. Come on, my dear son, make a wish and blow out the candles."

I closed my eyes and silently wished: I wish I could live with my mother forever, like lovers,
and then with a "whoosh," I blew out all the candles. Mom clapped her hands with a grin, came over and sat down next to me,
putting her arm around my shoulder and saying, "What did you wish for? Tell Mom."

I stammered for a long time, not daring to say anything. Mom then teased me, "What's wrong? Starting to
hide secrets from Mom?" I quickly shook my head. At that moment, Mom's right hand was on my shoulder, and her breasts were pressing against my back
. I was so nervous that I was sweating profusely, and my little brother, uncooperatively, slowly got erect, making
a small tent in my pants.

Mom stroked my face with her left hand, looking at me affectionately, and said tenderly, "Mom knows what
you're thinking!" I was about to answer, but Mom's next action shocked me even more. She grabbed my crotch and pulled me into the room, pants and penis rolled up. 　　After entering the room, Mom pushed me onto the bed. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing. Although I often saw mothers using their bodies to give their sons sex education in porn, was this going to happen to me today ? Seeing me rambling, Mom laughed and said, "What's wrong? You're usually so brave to peek at your mom while she's showering, but this time, when I'm offering myself up, you're too scared to move. Don't you have feelings ? 　　" I quickly protested, "How could that be? Every night I dream about you, and in my dreams, we're together... " Mom playfully asked, "What are you doing with me?" I was still a little scared and didn't dare to answer . Mom laughed heartily, her breasts bouncing with her laughter, drawing my gaze and making me unable to look away from her breasts. Seeing my lustful look, Mom hugged me tightly and started rubbing her breasts against my head. 　　I was overjoyed, of course. Since Mom had taken the initiative, what was there to be afraid of? I rubbed my nipples against her through her clothes while pinching her buttocks. My mother let me roam freely for a while, then released my head, cupped my face in her hands, and although she still smiled, I could sense that her attitude was different from her earlier playfulness; she was completely serious. Seeing that I had calmed down, she asked, "Son, have you heard the story of Adam and Eve?" 　　Of course I knew, and I nodded quickly. My mother continued, "God created Adam , but Adam found the Garden of Eden too lonely, so God created a woman, Eve, from Adam's rib to keep him company. They lived happily in the Garden of Eden, but when a serpent tempted Adam to eat an apple, everything changed." 　　I was puzzled; why was my mother telling me this biblical story? I asked her doubtfully, "But what does this have to do with our current situation?" My mother chuckled, pulled me back into her embrace, and rubbed her breast against my head. I enjoyed it, but I was even more curious about why my mother was telling me this story. 　　My mother's expression seemed detached from her body; her eyes were fixed blankly out the window. I placed my hand on her chest...

My mother pinched me hard, and I snapped back to reality. She smiled sheepishly at me and continued, "
The reason I'm telling you this story is because it's not fiction, it's true. For tens of thousands of years, God
's messengers on earth have been searching for the descendants of the snake race, wanting to exterminate them.
The descendants of the serpent in the Garden of Eden gradually developed into a snake race, secretly tempting humans to break free from God's control. And we
are the descendants of the snake race.

" "What?!" I exclaimed in shock. If an ordinary person had told me this, I would have
thought they were crazy, that they were out of their mind. But today, it was my beloved mother telling me this, and in such a
romantic setting. I was at a loss for words. My expression was one of utter astonishment; anyone
could see my disbelief, let alone my intelligent mother.

She replied, "Mom can prove it to you." As soon as she finished speaking, she opened her mouth, and her tongue
slowly emerged, revealing its root. Then, something strange happened: the tip of her tongue split in two. I
'd seen tongues like that at the zoo and on TV—it was a snake's forked tongue. It trembled slightly, making a hissing sound.

Unlike most people, I don't have an innate fear of snakes (maybe it's my bloodline), but
seeing such a tongue for the first time still left me somewhat astonished. Not wanting me to develop a negative association with snake forked tongues, Mom withdrew
her tongue, replaced by an even more charming smile. She chuckled and said, "So, how about now? Still have
fantasies about Mom?"

This was my dearest mother; how could I let her think I was afraid of her? So I straightened up and declared boldly
, "Pshaw! Even if you were a pig, Mom, I'd still love you just the same!"

The words had barely left my mouth when I realized there was something wrong with them. Luckily, my mother didn't seem to mind and continued with a coquettish laugh, "Our
snake clan can only intermarry within our own clan. Your father is also a snake, so naturally
, you have snake blood in your veins. The reason your tongue can't turn into the shape I just saw is because snake offspring can only express their snake blood after losing their virginity. Ordinary people have
some trouble accepting that they are different, so our snake clan tradition is for the mother to seduce her son and help him lose
his virginity. This makes it easier for him to accept."

I suddenly understood. So that's how it is! No wonder my mother usually didn't care about my lustful gaze
; she had planned this all along. But for me, this was a dream come true. My mother was finally going to
have sex , and willingly at that. Luckily, I hadn't used any of the drugs described in those pornographic books to drug her mind,
otherwise, uh, I would have felt so guilty towards her.

Seeing that I had finally come to my senses, my mother was overjoyed and quickly pulled down my pants. The story about Kexi had
distracted me, and my penis had already gone limp. My mother gave a sly laugh and slowly extended her tongue, splitting
the tip in two. Good heavens, she was giving me oral sex with her forked tongue! My penis instantly became erect. My mother's
tongue made a "hissing" sound, vibrating like the wings of a bee. I felt as if millions of
ants were crawling on my penis, an intensely itchy sensation. I wanted to ejaculate, but I silently vowed not to lose my
virginity in my mother's mouth; I had to ejaculate right where I was born.

My mother, being an experienced woman, saw my penis trembling and knew it was a sign of impending ejaculation. She quickly stopped me and
gripped the base of my penis tightly. After a while, the urge to ejaculate finally disappeared. I took off my
shirt and saw that my mother was also about to undress, so I quickly stopped her
. Hmph, I'd wanted to do this wonderful job of undressing my mother for ages.

I turned my mother around and hugged her tightly from behind, my hands circling her breasts through her arms
. Oh my god, I'd wanted to touch those big breasts for so long. I'd fantasized about a pillow being my mother's breasts, one hand gripping
it tightly while the other masturbated. But that was completely different from touching them for the first time today.
My mother's breasts were papaya-shaped, very elastic, and when I grabbed them and let go, they would jiggle for a while. With her nipples
erect I could pinch them between my middle and ring fingers and freely change their shape on the flesh—the feeling
was unparalleled.

My lower body was erect on my mother's buttocks, and she didn't seem to mind at all, constantly swaying her hips and rubbing my
penis against them. Actually, compared to my mother's big breasts, I preferred her buttocks; the fleshy feel, the sensation of my penis going in and out of
her cleft was indescribable.

I took off my mother's top; her breasts bounced as she was removed from her outer garment. Next came her
tight pants and underwear. Wow, it was the first time I'd seen my mother's genitals so closely. She didn't
have much pubic hair, and her labia majora and minora protruded from her vaginal opening. I couldn't resist kissing her. My mother let
out which encouraged me. I continued to entwine my tongue around her clitoris and used my fingers
to pinch and move her labia up and down. My mother's moans grew louder.

Hehe! Although I'm a virgin, after watching so many pornographic films, I know a few techniques.
My mother 's moans grew louder, and a thin stream slowly flowed from her vagina. Without hesitation, I sucked it up.
My mother looked at me with lustful eyes. "Come on, son, let Mommy help you lose your virginity today," she said,
pushing me onto the bed. She stood on top of me and hummed, "Mommy's going to let her son's penis go inside
."

I can't describe the feeling. The scene before me was my mother's wet vulva slowly straddling my
penis, then gradually entering. My penis was tightly enveloped by her fleshy walls, which were twitching. Waves of pleasure
surged through my penis. My secretions mingled with my mother's vaginal fluids, flowing out from
our point of contact. It felt so good, I couldn't help but cry out. Hearing my cry, my mother
moved even more vigorously, sometimes thrusting up and down, sometimes making piston-like movements, and even putting her breasts to my
mouth for me to taste.

How could I possibly resist such a delicious treat? I gently bit my mother's nipples with my teeth,
lightly licking the tips with my tongue, and kneading her buttocks with my hands. Wow, no, I couldn't take it anymore. The ejaculation I
had suppressed surged forth again. I tried to control it, but I couldn't. Instantly, a stream of
semen shot deep into my mother's vagina.

My mother felt my penis trembling inside her vagina and felt the force of my semen.
Knowing I had ejaculated, she stopped wriggling, climbed on top of me, and gently rubbed her breasts against my chest.
I felt a little apologetic, knowing my mother hadn't climaxed yet, and blushed as I said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I ejaculated too early."

My mother touched my head, wiped away my sweat, and said tenderly, "Is this your first time?
Son, you've taken sex education classes, and you know the first time is quick. It's okay, try harder next time. But now that you've
lost your virginity, your snake blood should come into play. Try your tongue."

I opened my mouth, and my tongue slowly extended out. As if by magic, when I concentrated, my tongue
could switch freely between a snake's forked tongue and a normal tongue. With a gentle exertion, the tip of my tongue began to tremble, and
something even more amazing happened: I could clearly hear the voices of people within a radius of tens of miles, and
even sense their images.

Seeing my complete absorption in my new discovery, Mom continued to teach me, "If you concentrate carefully, you
can block out the sounds of others and only hear one." I tried it, and it worked!
The image around that person became even clearer. So that's how snakes hunt!

I was practically bursting with joy at my new ability. Seeing my self-satisfaction, Mom pretended
to look said, "That's enough? There's more! We snakes are incredibly fast,
more than 100 times faster than humans. Different species of snakes also have their own unique characteristics. For example, Mom is a water snake, so
my body is more flexible than other snakes. Let me show you."

Mom's head and legs didn't move, yet her body twisted several times in mid-air. I was dumbfounded,
but also curious about my own kind, so I asked Mom what kind of snake I was. Mom continued, "
The snake-like will follow the stronger parent. The stronger the father or mother,
the stronger their bloodline will be, and the easier it will be to pass on to their descendants. Mom is 300 years old this year. Your father is a Green Snake, known for
his speed . He's over 2000 years old this year. The snake-like power peaks at 2000 years old
and then gradually declines. But right now, your father's bloodline is extremely strong, so you must also be a Green Snake."

Wow, my goodness, my mom is already 300 years old! Even worse, my dad is over 2000 years old
—he's practically a spirit! It's a pity we're always the villains in novels and stories, always doing bad things,
otherwise I'd be quite proud of my snake-like bloodline.

I asked my mom shyly, "Mom, are we bad people?"

Seeing that I was a little bothered by my identity, my mother said seriously, "What is good and what is bad
? No one can really say for sure. When a new ruler defeats the old one, he will define good and bad in a new way. Just
like in nature, there is cold and heat, yin and yang. To the cold, heat is bad; to the hot, cold
is bad. God, the Creator, reveres rules; he believes everything needs laws. But we snakes revere freedom and
hate all laws. That's why your political grades are so bad—your instincts make you unable to accept
rules and regulations , so you can't agree with the ideas of those in power."

Freedom—that word is too broad; I don't quite understand it. I could only ask, "Then can we
kill people ?"

My mother blurted out, "Of course you can. Do tigers feel guilty when they eat zebras?
The strong prey on the weak ; that's the law of nature. There's nothing shameful about it. Just be careful not to kill people; don't let God's messengers
find out. They also have superpowers and move very fast. Many of our snake brothers and sisters have died under their punishment
rods."

Hearing my mother's explanation, I didn't know what to say. I still felt that killing was wrong, but I
also felt that my mother's words made sense. Seeing that I was even more confused, my mother comforted me: "Son, don't worry. We snake people value
freedom. If you don't want to kill, then don't kill, and no one will care. But if you do kill someone, you must clean up
the scene thoroughly and not let God's messenger find your trace. If you want to stop other snake people from killing, then
become stronger, and they won't dare to kill in front of you. Let's not talk about these trivial things now. You will
gradually . Let Mom see your new body."

I hadn't noticed until my mother mentioned it that my skin had become smoother. I pressed it with my finger and felt that it was more
elastic and supple yet as hard as iron. My mother giggled. "That's right, silly son. This is
another advantage of being a snake. Our skin feels almost like real leather, but even bullets can't penetrate it. Come on,
let's have a real snake-like lovemaking."

My mother stuck out her tongue, the tip forked like a snake's tongue. I imitated her, our two forks intertwining
. Surprisingly, the sensitive cells on the tip of her tongue were more numerous than those on my glans. I could almost feel
my mother's excitement through her tongue; waves of pleasure surged from it. Soon, my penis became erect again.
My mother grabbed my glans and started masturbating me. I used one hand to knead her breasts, while the other
roamed over her buttocks. My penis became increasingly aroused. Seeing this, my mother stopped what she was
doing and straddled me again. My penis moved in and out of her vagina, each time
pulling out a gush of white fluid. I moved closer and closer, and when I looked back, I was surprised to find that half of my back
was still on the bed, while the other half, along with my head, was pressed against my mother's vulva. It turns out that a snake's skeleton really is flexible
enough to twist at will.

Without further ado, I passed my head under my mother's armpit, twisted it 360 degrees, and then passed
it my head near the area where my penis was rubbing against her vagina, slowly enjoying the sensation,
occasionally lightly licking her clitoris with my tongue.

My mother shuddered, and she also turned her head 180 degrees, bringing it vertically to my face. We then
engaged in a French kiss right in front of where my penis was rubbing against her. My God, this feeling was so stimulating! I could even hear
the sound of my penis rubbing against my mother's vagina, a "slurp," "slurp," perfectly
complementing .

After a few minutes of this, I started to feel a little tense, so I returned to a normal position. My mother
gave me a playful smile, letting me knead her breasts with both hands, and said with a coquettish laugh, "Mom's letting you taste our..."
"The snake clan's unique 'Snake Dance to the Nine Heavens' posture," she said. Her upper body and legs didn't move, but her hips began to
slowly rotate. Stimulated by the walls of her vagina, waves of pleasure washed over my penis.
After countless rotations, my mother gave a sly laugh: "Son, Mom's about to unleash her ultimate move. Watch closely." I

felt her muscles relax, and her rotating hips quickly returned to their original position. Her vagina began to rotate rapidly around my penis. The sudden pleasure was almost unbearable, and a few drops of semen dripped from my glans into her vagina. Slowly, her vaginal walls began to twitch . I knew she was close to orgasm, so I started to touch her, pinching her nipples and kneading her hips . Finally, when I couldn't hold back any longer, my penis relaxed, and her vaginal walls tightened, our fluids mingling together. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(To be continued) This concept is brilliant. Since bullets can't penetrate the skin, then you can do whatever you want with S&M. I hope to see the sequel. The author's concept is good; it makes me fantasize about what oral sex with a snake's tongue feels like. However, the author's descriptions of sex are rather rough. I hope the subsequent plot will be more refined in this aspect; that would make it even more exciting! Very novel and smooth. Looking forward to the sequel, thank you for sharing! This topic is good; you could try making a long novel about it. Support ! Is the snake a Christian symbol? (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

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