The Fallen Angel's Unrequited Love for His Mother - Chapter 82

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In the mock exam, I performed with more confidence. After all, I had put in my best effort to study, and with more knowledge in my head, I naturally felt more confident. I finished the exam fluently, just in time for the weekend. The results won't be available until next Monday, but I have a feeling that my score will improve this time; I just don't know how much. When I got home, my mother was waiting at the door as usual, and her face lit up with joy when she saw me.
"Mom, why don't you ask me how my exam went?" As soon as we got inside and reached the second floor, I couldn't wait to hug my mom from behind and whisper in her ear.
"Mom believes in you..." Mom said simply, then continued walking forward, and I hugged her, following her step by step.
"Stop fooling around, Mom's going to cook..." As she walked to the kitchen, Mom turned around and said, but she didn't struggle.
I gently blew a warm breath on my mother's earlobe, then released her and let out a strange laugh.
Seeing my mischievous behavior, Mom naturally knew what was going to happen that night, so her cheeks immediately flushed slightly, and she gave me a shy glare. As our relationship deepened, I felt as if I were in love. Although I had never been in a relationship before, this feeling with my mom, thinking about her every day, and missing her during breaks—perhaps this is what love feels like, except that this love is mixed with maternal love.
Dinner was very plentiful. My mother always prepared dinner in different ways to ensure a balanced diet. She also made me a bowl of soup every night. Sometimes the soup tasted a little strange, but I believed that my mother would never harm me. So I always drank the soup clean. However, my mother never drank the soup herself and only gave it to me.
"Mom, what is this soup made of? It tastes a bit like Chinese medicine. What is it for?" I couldn't help but ask at the dinner table, even though I had wanted to ask this for a long time.
"Have some soup..." Hearing my words, a slight unease and a hint of shyness flashed in my mother's eyes. She finally drew out those three words, clearly unwilling to answer my question. I couldn't help but wonder, could this soup be an aphrodisiac? Because this soup really did work; I slept better than before, and the quality of my sleep was very high, and I was full of energy during the day. If you called it a stimulant, it seemed to have a hypnotic effect; if you called it a sleeping pill, I was full of energy during the day.
After finishing my review, I went to bed early and undressed under the covers, while my mother went to take a shower. Thinking about how I had used a vibrator on my mother last week, I felt a surge of desire. For the past week, neither my mother nor I had mentioned the vibrator, wanting to do it without revealing our intentions. Noticing that my mother was almost finished showering, I tiptoed out of bed, opened the wardrobe, and searched for the vibrator. I searched through all of my mother's underwear and other belongings, even turning one upside down, but I couldn't find the vibrator box.
Huh? Where did the vibrator go? Did Mom hide it because she didn't want to use it? Or...? I searched the wardrobe above, then my own, but there wasn't a trace of it. My house isn't big, but if Mom wants to hide something, it's really hard to find. I couldn't help but feel anxious; it seemed like if I didn't find it, half the passion for tonight would be gone. I was so focused on my search, or perhaps too impatient, that I didn't even notice Mom had finished showering. When I gave up, closed the wardrobe, and turned around, I saw Mom standing behind me, her face flushed. She was wearing a nightgown, a very light flesh color that blended seamlessly with her fair skin, even more alluring than the pink one. The bra cups were slightly transparent, embroidered with stripes that perfectly covered her areolas and nipples, while the outlines of her breasts and panties were clearly visible. A sudden chill ran down my spine. If Mom wore sexy lingerie, wouldn't that be the death of me?
"What are you doing?" My mother stood there with a slight smile on her lips, her face flushed as she stared at me intently, making me feel a little uneasy.
"Uh... well..." I was momentarily at a loss for words. I couldn't exactly say I was looking for a vibrator, could I? But my search in that spot clearly indicated I was looking for a vibrator. Saying I was looking for a vibrator wouldn't be appropriate, and saying I was looking for something else would be lying. I was suddenly at a loss, and to make matters worse, Mom had suddenly changed into a nightgown tonight, which made me even more uneasy. And Mom was smiling at me, her eyes unwavering, and I couldn't discern any emotion in them. This made me panic. It felt like being caught cheating by my wife—or maybe that's what it felt like, though I've never experienced it before.
"Full of bad intentions..." After staring at me for a while, my mother spat out a breath, then rolled her eyes at me and said.
"Hehe..." My mother's angry look instantly dispelled my fear. It turned out that my mother was just pretending to be angry, which made me scared for so long. I couldn't help but smile mischievously, and then I got up and hugged my mother tightly.
"Ah..." Mom gasped as I pulled her into my arms. She gently pushed me a few times, then let me hold her. At that moment, I was completely naked, my thick, long penis dangling between my legs, pressing against Mom's lower abdomen through her nightgown.
"Mom, where's the vibrator?" I asked softly as I hugged my mother, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and rubbed her cheek.
"I threw it away..." After a moment of silence, the mother said shyly.
"Uh..." My mother's words startled me, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed. However, despite the disappointment, my desire didn't diminish at all. My mother's nightgown was even softer than the previous one, almost transparent. The thin nightgown seemed to be non-existent, making it very comfortable to touch my mother's skin. In particular, her breasts pressed against my chest like balloons, causing my penis to press against her lower abdomen and involuntarily twitch. My mother's body trembled slightly in my arms.
"Tsk..." Perhaps out of a little anger, or perhaps as punishment for my mother, I couldn't help but turn her face towards me, then pinched her chin with my hand, lifting her face up. Under her slightly flustered and shy gaze, I suddenly kissed her lips and began to suckle forcefully. Her two red lips twisted and intertwined in my mouth, while I stuck my tongue into her mouth, pressing against her teeth. At the same time, one hand stroked her back, and the other climbed up to her chest, rubbing her breasts through her nightgown.
"Mmm..." When my hand reached for my mother's breast, she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. At the same time, her hands involuntarily climbed up my lower back, gently rubbing against my back, and her breathing became rapid. Through so many intimate encounters, my mother had become increasingly sensitive to my body. Touching my body and receiving my kisses often aroused her very quickly.
"Sizzle sizzle..." After kissing for a while, Mom let go of her teeth, but before my tongue could even reach out, it was pushed back by Mom's fragrant tongue. Then Mom's tongue and mine began to intertwine and we started to French kiss. At the same time, we breathed heavily through our nostrils, spraying our breath onto each other's faces, then inhaling and exhaling. We exchanged our saliva and our breaths, exchanging everything about each other.
The hand that had been caressing my mother's breasts was withdrawn and placed behind her back. Both hands slid down her slender waist and caressed her full, pert buttocks. My mother's breasts and buttocks, besides her vagina, were my two favorite places. The key was that they felt the best. My mother's breasts and buttocks were incredibly elastic, and the sensation of my hands caressing and kneading them was truly indescribable.
"Mmm..." When my hand touched my mother's buttocks, she couldn't help but let out another nasal sound. At this moment, I opened my eyes and looked at my mother, who was so close to me. She had her eyes closed and was passionately kissing her beloved son. After caressing her for a while, I couldn't help but lift up my mother's skirt and slip my hands down into her panties, caressing her buttocks and cleft at zero distance...

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