[The Cowardly Sex Slave Mother] (Chapter 3: Mother in Bed)

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[The Cowardly Sex Slave Mother] (Chapter 3: Mother and Mother in Bed)
Seeing my mother's loving smile, my heart struggled even more. I
felt ashamed of having thoughts of violating my mother. At this moment, I didn't go over, but stood foolishly outside the door,
deeply remorseful for having such filthy thoughts.
"What are you standing there for? Come on." Seeing that I was still standing outside the door, motionless and looking foolish
, my mother had no choice but to call out again, while stretching out her fair and delicate little hand and beckoning to me a few times.
I, who had been audacious and wicked since childhood, was now feeling so ashamed and remorseful. I
didn't even recognize myself anymore. Seeing my mother beckoning to me from the bed, I walked over unconsciously
, still feeling deeply ashamed, and I don't even know how I got into bed.
"Xiaoming, what's wrong with you today? Is something on your mind? Tell me and see if Mom can help you."
Seeing me still silent and looking blank after getting into bed, Mom's maternal instincts wouldn't allow her son to
suffer even the slightest grievance. She gently took my hand, gazed at me affectionately, and asked softly.
"N-nothing...it's nothing...I'm just...just a little tired." Immersed in self-reproach,
I stammered incoherently upon hearing Mom's question.
Help me? Mom could indeed help me, but I didn't dare tell her my thoughts. Perhaps her
love for me would allow her to tolerate my fantasies about her? But if I told her, could our relationship still be the same
?
Would Mom still show me her unconditional maternal love then? I dared not. I was afraid that expressing my thoughts
would hurt my kind mother. I couldn't bear it, I couldn't bear her disappointment in me, I couldn't bear to see her heartbroken
. It seemed that my romantic love for my mother could only be buried deep within my heart. After understanding this,
I stopped dwelling on it.
"Mom, are you feeling better?" Having come to my senses, I asked, concerned about her health.
"Mom's fine, I was just a little unwell earlier, but I'm much better now after taking the medicine." Hearing her son's concern,
my mother still had that smile that was rarely seen on her face, but her eyes were already a little moist. In my mother's
heart, I was her only one. The hurt my father had caused her made her love for me even stronger, so even the smallest
act of concern from me could easily fill her heart.
"Mom, why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing my mother's smiling face and moist eyes
, I thought she was feeling unwell again, and immediately asked anxiously.
"No...no, Mom's just happy. My little Ming has grown up and knows how to care for Mom now." Hearing
my anxious look, Mom gently wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes before speaking
.
"I'll care for Mom even more from now on." Seeing that Mom was about to cry because of my small act of concern, and recalling
how awful I used to be by ignoring her, I realized my shortcomings and
looked at Mom firmly as I spoke.
"Hmm, you're sleepy too, go to sleep early." Seeing my gaze, Mom's eyes
darted away, and she lowered her head as she spoke.
"Okay, let's sleep then." Hearing Mom say that, I had no choice but to go to sleep. I
got out of bed, turned off the light in the room, and then lay down next to Mom. My bed was big enough that
we didn't have to sleep right next to each other, but rather we were separated by a distance. Although the alcohol from the drink hadn't completely worn off,
I wasn't affected by the small amount of alcohol and fell asleep. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall
asleep.
"Mom..." After tossing and turning for more than half an hour, I called out softly. I knew that
my mother, lying in bed, was also awake, just like me. She was just lying there quietly, and I could sense that she
wasn't asleep. Perhaps this was the legendary sixth sense.
"Hmm..." A groan-like sound came from my mother's throat.
"Can't you sleep either?" I asked immediately upon hearing my mother's barely audible voice.
"No... I just..." My mother stammered when I asked.
"Mom, can I hold you while I sleep?" I asked before my mother could finish her
sentence.
"This..." My mother seemed a little flustered by my request and hesitated. In
the moonlight streaming through the window, I could feel my mother's body trembling slightly.
"Mom..." Without waiting for my mother's consent, I shifted my body slightly,
pressing myself against her as she lay beside me. I opened my arms and pulled her voluptuous
body into my embrace. Once I held her, her trembling intensified, and I
could smell her delicate fragrance and feel her warmth.
"Mom, what's wrong? Why are you trembling so much? Are you cold?" Holding her close, I felt
her trembling. It was autumn, and the temperature was quite comfortable, though a bit lower at night,
but not enough to make one shiver. Confused, I whispered in her ear,
"Yes...yes...a little..." Feeling the warmth of my embrace and hearing my gentle words, my mother
spoke in as calm a voice as possible, each word carefully enunciated.
"Let's cover ourselves with a sheet." Hearing my mother say she was cold, I immediately said with concern. As I spoke,
I let go of my mother and took the sheet from the foot of the bed, spreading it out and covering her with it.
At the same time, I slipped under the covers and hugged my mother's delicate body again.
"Are you feeling better now?" Holding my mother's soft and full body, smelling the faint fragrance of her shower gel
, I felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, and at the same time, I didn't forget to ask her with concern.
"Mm...much better, let's sleep." My mother's trembling had subsided, and hearing
my concern, she said, her voice sounding as if she was deliberately trying to calm herself down.
"Mmm..." Holding my mother's full, soft, and elastic body, a sense of satisfaction welled up inside me, so
comfortable that I almost groaned, my penis still erect.
My mother should have clearly felt my erect penis, as it was pressed directly against her crotch
. As someone with experience, she couldn't possibly be unaware of what it was. However, she didn't
react much; there was still a slight tremor, but it wasn't as intense as when we first embraced
.
The sexual desire that had ignited within me while holding my mother was forcibly suppressed by willpower.
Under the influence of the remaining alcohol, I drifted off to sleep.
...
In my hazy state, I felt my large penis pressing against something. Driven by lust,
I recklessly thrust in with all my might, pumping
my body like an animal. The intense desire quickly brought me to the brink of ejaculation,
and my body involuntarily responded to my movements.
With the pleasurable collision of our bodies, I finally released my pent-up desire.
After my lust was released, when I tried to open my eyes, I could only vaguely see
my mother sitting beneath me, her round, large buttocks tightly connected to my penis.
"Mom..." Seeing that the person I had just satisfied my desires was my mother, I was filled with the satisfaction of that release
. But seeing my mother now, that satisfaction vanished. My beautiful,
naked mother was silent, tears streaming down her face, sobbing softly. I panicked, not knowing what to
do, and managed a hoarse sound from my dry throat.
But my mother didn't answer my call; she continued to weep silently. Seeing my mother like this,
my desire extinguished like a raging fire meeting a downpour, replaced by shame and worry.
My mother, who had been silent, suddenly pushed me away. From who-knows-where, she produced a knife
and plunged it into her own throat. I saw bright red blood slowly seep from her lips, flowing
down her throat until it reached the knife. Then, blood gushed out.
I was completely paralyzed, unable to utter a single word, and could only watch helplessly as it
unfolded.
Seeing this, I could only weep uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face, soaking my cheeks as if I
were submerged in water. I suddenly felt breathless and struggled desperately, trying to
jump out of the water. "
...
Hmm..." I groaned softly, slowly waking up. I found myself still
in bed, and my mother, whom I had held in my arms as I slept last night, was gone. Only the sheet remained
, covering me. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the dim room.
Familiar sounds came from outside.
Realizing it was all a dream, I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was almost
seven, just past six. My mother was probably making breakfast. I felt sticky, especially down there, drenched
in sweat. I took off my clothes, shirtless, and wiped myself with them before getting
out of bed.
All I wanted now was a shower. After a quick wash, I put on another set of pajamas and headed towards
the kitchen. While showering, I thought about how last night's dream felt half real, half unreal. I
wondered if I had dreamt of holding my mother and... If so,
how would she have reacted?
With a heavy heart, I slowly walked towards the kitchen, feeling a bit guilty.
When I saw my mother bustling about, I didn't notice anything unusual about her, which
eased my anxiety considerably.
"Xiaoming, you're awake? Go wash up first. I made your favorite potato pancakes and milk custard today
. Just wait a little longer, it'll be ready to eat soon." As soon as I appeared outside the kitchen door,
my mother, who was making breakfast, noticed me. She turned to me while busy working, her face showing no
signs of anything amiss, just a rosy complexion and full of energy, quite different from her usual gloomy and sullen demeanor
. But what I saw was more of my mother's love for me, which made me feel even more guilty about yesterday's dream
.
"Oh..." Seeing my mother's care for me, and her energetic and radiant appearance, my
anxiety subsided. I was afraid that I might have done something wrong to her last night, causing
her to have suicidal thoughts like in her dream. Seeing her like this now, my heart felt at ease.
After washing up, my mother had already brought out my favorite potato pancakes and milk custard. I ate my
favorite breakfast, but I didn't have much of an appetite. I just kept stealing glances at my mother.
She seemed no different from usual, still eating her breakfast with her head down, not looking up at me even once
.
"Mom, did you sleep well last night?" Halfway through breakfast, I mustered my courage to
look up at my mother, who was still engrossed in eating, and asked. I desperately wanted to know if last night's dream was half
-real, half-fantasy, or entirely fabricated—was it just a genuine desire for my mother, or did I really have
a wet dream while holding her? And if I did, did I do anything to her
? If we had incestuous relations, why did she act the same as usual this morning?
I really wanted to know the answer.
"Hmm...very good. You were tossing and turning all night, just like when you were little," my
mother replied, keeping her head down, without raising her head. I couldn't see anything unusual about her.
"Oh, so last night, last night..." I couldn't see anything special about my mother, and I really wanted to ask her
if I had done anything inappropriate to her last night, but the words caught in my throat. Perhaps I was afraid that asking
would make both my mother and me feel awkward, so I hesitated and couldn't continue the question halfway through
.
"You were so naughty last night! You hugged me so tightly I could hardly breathe."
Hearing me stammer and unable to speak, Mom looked up at me and said softly, her tone tinged with reproach
and playful complaint. Her rosy cheeks and slightly charming appearance made me stare, a little stunned.
"Bang..." Just as I was about to ask more questions, the villa door opened. I saw Dad
unlocking the door with his key, which startled me. Dad usually doesn't come home at this time. It seemed that
because I came home alone last night and didn't stay with him until dawn, he came back early.
"Xiaoming..." Dad called out to me at the door before even entering the house,
walking towards the dining table.
Upon hearing Dad's return, Mom, who was sitting next to me, immediately stood up in a panic and went to the kitchen
.
"What's wrong?" Hearing my father's call and seeing my mother heading towards the kitchen,
I usually didn't think anything of it when I saw her so afraid of him. But seeing her like this today, I
felt a pang of unease. I reluctantly ate my breakfast at the table, trying to appease him.
My attitude towards my father has always been like this: I only give him a
kind look when he's done something that makes me happy or satisfied. Otherwise, my kindness depends on my mood. But now, I feel like
I'll only show my kindness to my mother, whether she's happy or not.
"Nothing, just checking to see if you're really back, haha." Hearing my answer and seeing my
expression, my father didn't seem to think anything was wrong. He just chuckled and
sat down.
"Damn, you think I'm lying? I had a few drinks last night and didn't find it interesting, so I came back
."
Seeing my father's smiling face, I didn't take it too seriously and, as usual, ate
my breakfast without looking up.
"Clatter..." Not long after, Mom came out of the kitchen with a breakfast tray. Whether by
accident or not, before she even left the kitchen, she tripped on the steps at the kitchen door
. The breakfast on the tray spilled all over the floor, and the bowls holding the breakfast broke. Mom, who had fallen to the ground,
was also cut on the arm by the broken pieces of the bowls.

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