Mother-Slave Contract [Hypnosis]

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, a crimson glow slowly descended, symbolizing the approaching end of the day.

Under this fiery sunset, Fang Xian walked slowly home.

The rosy sunset bathed her in its glow, casting a rosy hue on the slightly weary woman's face,
adding to her beauty.

Willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, and a delicate nose. The hardships of life had not left many marks of time on this woman's natural beauty
. Though a hint of weariness lingered in her face, it could not conceal her exquisite features.

An inexpensive sweater and trousers accentuated her curvaceous figure. The simple clothing did not
diminish her beauty; rather, it gave her a sweet, approachable charm. Her long, black hair
cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, and the faint melancholy on her face only added to her vulnerability.

Ignoring the furtive glances, Fang Xian continued walking towards home. She had grown accustomed to these
prying eyes many years ago, though now far fewer than in her youth.

Perhaps she was getting old and losing her looks, Fang Xian thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile.

The narrow road was packed with people and vehicles. The sidewalks on both sides were already
occupied by various night market vendors. Some vendors were busy setting up their goods, while others were already calling out their wares. The sounds of hawking,
conversation, and the urgent honking of horns from vehicles stuck in traffic all blended together, making
this old neighborhood seem more bustling than at any other time of day.

This place had once been a prosperous area of the city. But since the port area was developed,
the center of this coastal town shifted to the new city area near the port, while the old town rapidly declined.

Compared to the towering buildings and rapid changes in the new city area, the old town had hardly changed in over a decade. Fang
Xian can still find many of the buildings from her childhood.

She was born here, grew up here, left here, and now she's returned. She
has so many feelings about this place.

In her youthful naiveté, she naively believed in the sweetness of love. But after becoming pregnant, the man abandoned her, leaving her
alone to face the blame of her family, disappearing without a trace.

The 17-year-old girl, heavily pregnant, was kicked out of her home and forced to work odd jobs, struggling to
give birth .

The birth of her little life brought color back to this poor woman's bleak life. No longer harboring any illusions about
love , Fang Xian devoted herself to raising her son. Watching her obedient and sensible son
grow up day by day was Fang Xian's greatest happiness. Just as her son was gradually maturing and successfully entering university, making her content
with her current life, another piece of bad news arrived.

Her son, who was studying at a university in another city, suddenly collapsed and couldn't wake up.

Anxiously, she traveled all over the country, taking her son to major hospitals, spending all of the family's savings.
The final result was one disappointment after another, forcing her to accept the fact
that .

Disappointed, she returned to the city with her son, only to find that even making a living was a problem. Her extended leave of absence had
cost her her job, and her bank savings were dwindling.

Left with no other choice, Fang Xian had to sell the expensive property she had painstakingly purchased.
She returned to the old district where she was born and bought a somewhat dilapidated secondhand apartment. With the remaining money,
she a small bookstore near her home to make ends meet. Fortunately, the apartment, though old, wasn't bad.
More importantly, it wasn't too expensive, allowing Fang Xian to still have a small amount of savings, giving her weary soul
a moment's respite and preventing her from becoming too strapped for cash.

Walking through the crowded and bustling streets, she bought some groceries from a roadside vendor. Fang Xian arrived at
an eight-story old building from the 1990s. The gray walls were peeling in places.
Moss crawled over inconspicuous corners.

There was no elevator, of course, so she trudged up the stairs. Fang Xian went up to the fourth floor and opened the door to the room
closest .

This was her current home.

The house was a bit old, and it hadn't been renovated much after she moved in. The wallpaper and flooring were left by the previous owner and
looked quite worn. However, it was still quite spacious, with three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and even a small
private bathroom. This was a rare kind of "luxury" in an old house.

There weren't many items in the house, but they were arranged neatly and kept clean and tidy. Although not extravagant, it gave off a warm
feeling of home.

She changed her shoes in the entryway and took the groceries she was carrying into the kitchen. Fang Xian went to the living room, poured herself
a glass of water, and then sat on the sofa; she could finally relax her body, which had been tense all day.

"Hmm..."

she murmured softly. Leaning back on the sofa, Fang Xian arched her back slightly and stretched a little.
The comfortable feeling of her tired body sinking into the soft sofa made her squint her eyes.

Her head tilted to one side, a few strands of hair slipping down to cover her weary face. Relaxed
on the sofa, Fang Xian's eyes closed. Her breathing became increasingly even, and she drifted off to sleep without realizing it
.

...

"Mom... Mom..."

A voice called out, and Fang Xian struggled to open her eyes. She found herself no longer at home,
surrounded by a vast expanse of white mist. This eerie scene didn't frighten or surprise her; she
was simply bewildered about what she should do.

"Mom! Mother!"

The calls continued. Although she hadn't heard that voice for over a year, Fang Xian immediately recognized
it as her son's. She shook her head, feeling groggy and disoriented, her body and thoughts
heavy and slow, as if filled with lead.

Even so, Fang Xian walked towards the direction from which the calls came.

Dragging her sluggish body, she moved through the seemingly endless white mist. Fang Xian's mind was a blur
, completely muddled, making it impossible for her to know how long she had been walking.

Finally, as the shouts grew louder, the view cleared up. In an open field free of fog,
Fang Xian saw her son. He lay quietly on the ground, as silent and motionless as he had been every day for the past year
. And the shouts that had led her here had abruptly ceased.

She moved involuntarily. Fang Xian suddenly lost control of her body. Like an
observer , she watched her body walk step by step to her son's side, kneel down, and take his left hand.

On the back of her son's left hand was a strange pentagram, which was now emitting a dazzling
yet not blinding purple light. The warm light shone on her, as if penetrating her soul, making Fang Xian
feel intoxicated.

She lowered her head and, with a humble expression, respectfully kissed the pentagram. In a
burst , her son opened his eyes and sat up.

"Acheng, you're finally awake?" Fang Xian exclaimed in surprise, then realized that she had
regained control of her body. Without time to think, she eagerly reached out to her son.

"Acheng!" Fang Xian shouted suddenly, sitting up straight on the sofa. Her right hand stretched straight out in the air,
diagonally reaching towards the air, as if trying to grab something.

After a brief moment of confusion, Fang Xian quickly grasped the situation. Her initial surprise instantly turned to disappointment.
She had simply fallen asleep and had a dream.

All the strange and illogical things that had happened could only have been a dream. She just
couldn't be aware of it in her dream.

With a self-deprecating laugh, Fang Xian stood up. She went to a room, opened the door, and went inside. On

a large bed against the wall lay a young man of about twenty. The room was dark,
and he couldn't make out his features clearly; this was her son, Tang Cheng. He was motionless, like a corpse, just
like in her dream.

She first found the light switch by the door and turned on the light; then she went over and sat sideways on the edge of the bed. She took her son's hand
and gently stroked it, as if only in this way could Fang Xian feel a trace of her son's life
force in the warmth of her palm.

"It's a pity you won't wake up like you did in my dream." Fang Xian looked at her son, who had become
noticeably , and sighed inwardly, a pang of sorrow welling up inside her. However, she managed not to shed a tear. The past year had
worn her down, making her less prone to losing her composure than she had been right after the accident.

After a brief moment of sadness, Fang Xian rubbed her nose, holding back her tears, and composed
herself. Unconsciously, she thought of her recent dream and couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

This wasn't the first time she'd had that dream. Lately, she'd been having
the exact same . But, exhausted both physically and mentally, she hadn't had the time to pay attention to such a strange dream.

Besides, Fang Xian could understand why she had such a bizarre dream. It was simply
a . These days, her mind had been preoccupied with the hope that her son would wake up
. It wasn't surprising that she had such a strange dream.

She looked down at her beloved son's left hand, which she was cradling in her palm. There was a pentagram-like pattern on the back of his hand.

This was probably another trigger for that strange dream, Fang Xian concluded.

"This kid didn't have these things before, how come he got tattoos as soon as he went to university? Without me
to keep an eye on him, he's become wild... Sigh, but now, with A-Cheng like this, even if I wanted to talk to him, I couldn't..."

Her thoughts wandered like wild horses, one moment thinking of this, the next of that.
Her beautiful eyes sometimes showed reproach, sometimes sadness.

"Sigh..." She sighed deeply. Fang Xian looked down at the tattoo on her son's left hand again,
thinking with conflicted thoughts: "If it were really like in the dream, if I kissed this tattoo, you would wake up, that
would be good."

Feeling depressed, Fang Xian was a little distracted, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the tattoo on the back of her son's hand. As she
rubbed , she unknowingly lifted his hand up. Just as the back of his hand was about to touch her lips, she
suddenly realized what was happening.

"Have I really gone so far as to try things even in my dreams?" Looking at her son's hand, Fang
Xian couldn't help but laugh at her own actions.

But laughter aside, it stemmed from the purest form of maternal love. To save her son, she was willing
to try , and do even the most absurd things. At that moment, even Fang Xian herself didn't know what she was thinking.
As if possessed, she lowered her head slightly and kissed the pentagram.

A strange purple light, just like in her dream, suddenly exploded, almost instantly engulfing the entire
room . Then it quickly dissipated into the air, leaving only a stunned Fang Xian. Her pupils were devoid of any
light.

"Ah!"

Fang Xian's son, Tang Cheng, who had been in a vegetative state for a whole year, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up with a shout
. Like someone just waking from a nightmare, his eyes were wide open, he
was panting heavily, his body trembling slightly, and cold sweat poured down like a waterfall.

"Ah! Ah..." Throwing the covers off him, Tang Cheng jumped out of bed. Then, like
a madman, he ran wildly, waving his arms and legs.

Kitchen, bathroom, living room, bedroom; Tang Cheng made strange noises while aimlessly
waving his arms, his bare feet running aimlessly through the rooms. Fang Xian, on the other hand, was frozen in place, her gaze vacant , remaining motionless

in the same position she had just been in when she kissed her son's fingers . 　　... 　　Tang Cheng. He had always been the center of Fang Xian's life. Because of her unsuccessful love life, Fang Xian poured almost all emotions and energy into this son. Under Fang Xian's careful nurturing, her son grew into a young man. After graduating from high school, he successfully entered a pretty good university. However, such a university was naturally not something that could be found in this second-tier coastal town. And so, like countless other students, Tang Cheng shouldered his backpack and boarded the train leaving home. For the first time in his life, he stepped out of the small town that had given him birth and nurtured him. Living independently away from home for the first time inevitably brought various inconveniences. However, like every former university student , he eventually integrated into this new rhythm of life. During this process, a history professor at Tang Cheng's university helped him a great deal. This professor was from the same hometown as Tang Cheng, also born in that small coastal town. However, having left home at a young age, he had long since settled down in a big city. Although he occasionally returned to his hometown to visit, his children and grandchildren were all there.

Here, naturally, it was impossible to return to her hometown. A chance encounter with Tang Cheng led to a casual chat, during which she discovered they were from
the same hometown, much to the old man's delight. The old professor had a very good temper, was cheerful, and witty. Tang
Cheng and he quickly became close friends despite their age difference. The old man even frequently invited Tang Cheng to his home.

After Tang Cheng's accident and subsequent coma, the old professor also provided considerable assistance, for which Fang Xian was deeply grateful. However,
neither Fang Xian nor the old professor himself knew that Tang Cheng's coma was actually closely related to him.

The old professor was a history major, and his research naturally focused on artifacts and historical materials. However, unlike
the rigid and serious history professors, this more lively old man was actually more
interested in unofficial histories than official ones. His home also housed a considerable collection of unusual items. There were all sorts of strange documents: the will of
a witch burned at the stake during the medieval witch hunts , love letters between a priest and a nun,
the diary of a conman who impersonated a nobleman and actually managed to marry a noblewoman…

In a corner of Old Church Aid's pile of odd documents lay something
peculiar

a piece of parchment with a pentagram drawn on it. It was said to be used by demon lords to force people to sign soul contracts when enslaving their souls
. Once bound by the contract and becoming a slave, one's soul would be
manipulated at will by the master without their knowledge—a terrifying prospect. Of course, no one took it seriously. So, during
a visit, Tang Cheng took it as a souvenir.

Nothing happened afterward. Until one day, Tang Cheng suddenly saw a method to activate a demon magic circle in a casual book in the library
. So, after returning to his dormitory, he tried it out when his roommate wasn't around.
It was originally just a prank, but unexpectedly, a flash of purple light and the parchment disappeared, leaving only
an identical tattoo on Tang Cheng's hand. He then fainted.

This magic circle was originally used to enslave souls. So, according to the normal procedure, when the magic circle is activated,
there should be a master and a slave. Then the power of the magic circle would pull the souls of the two people out,
forming a connecting spiritual channel between them. Of course, this is one-sided and enslaving. But when Tang Cheng
activated the magic circle, there was no one around. So, the process only went halfway. Tang Cheng's soul
, as the master, was pulled into the magic circle used to build the spiritual channel. However, because there was no slave,
the process got stuck here and could not continue.

Tang Cheng's soul was stuck in the magic circle on the back of his hand, and his body naturally became a vegetable.

And worse, if Tang Cheng could move, he could probably trick someone into becoming a slave. After all, people these days
would probably only find this kind of ritual amusing, and no one would take it seriously. But when he became a vegetable, he could only passively
wait for people to kiss the magic circle on the back of his hand, becoming a follower.

Obviously, no one would go and kiss the tattoo on the back of a vegetable's hand for no reason.

So, Tang Cheng had to remain a vegetable for a whole year. But in reality, his consciousness was clear. He could
even feel everything in his body, but he just couldn't control his body. If it weren't for
the power of the magic circle protecting his soul, this feeling, which was even more terrifying than solitary confinement, would have driven him insane long ago.

During the year he was trapped in the magic circle, Tang Cheng gradually discovered that in this pure soul state, he
could influence the thoughts of people within a certain range of his body to a certain extent. But this could only
be done when people were asleep and relaxed, which is commonly known as dream possession. So, these days, almost every time his mother fell asleep, he
would go to her dream to possess her. And just now, these efforts finally paid off.

Having finally escaped the magic circle and been freed from that terrible state of confinement, Tang Cheng's mind immediately
went out of control. Excited, he twisted and turned wildly, yelling and screaming as he ran around, almost frantically releasing
emotions that had been suppressed for a year.

"Fuck you, which idiot is having a fit? What are you yelling about, yelling like a ghost!"
"Yeah! What the hell is that moron! Did he take the wrong medicine?! What the hell are you yelling about!"

...

Tang Cheng's crazy screams finally aroused the dissatisfaction of the neighbors, and curses rose and fell from outside the window.

The series of curses finally brought Tang Cheng back to his senses and made him stop.

Actually, it was more because he was too tired to jump around. Although Fang Xian insisted on massaging Tang Cheng's muscles and
moving his joints every day, after a whole year of lying around, his body was still very weak. If it weren't for the power in the magic circle
slowly causing his body to begin to demonize, he probably wouldn't have had the strength to jump around for even a little while. But even with
the benefit of demonic power, Tang Cheng was still sweating profusely.

"Slap!" A slap landed on his forehead. Tang Cheng suddenly remembered that he had been so caught up in his madness that he had left his mother
in the room.

He hurriedly ran back to his room. His mother's head was still slightly lowered, her cherry lips slightly pouted, and her lips were
slightly parted, maintaining the same position as the kiss mark from before. However, with her head slightly lowered and her lips still
parted, saliva flowed out due to gravity, running down her chin and dripping down. This
made her look somewhat disheveled.

Seeing this, Tang Cheng couldn't help but feel guilty. He had been so focused on his madness that he had forgotten about his mother.
Fortunately, Fang Xian's current state was such that even her thoughts and consciousness were interrupted and frozen. No matter
how long she remained in this state, it would only be a momentary insensible experience for her. She wouldn't experience the same painful feeling he had when he was fully conscious but completely
unable to control his body.

While awkwardly channeling his demonic power to break free from his control over his mother, he hurriedly reached out to
wipe the saliva from her mouth. In his panic, Tang Cheng used too much force. His thumb accidentally shoved into his mother's
mouth. Fang Xian remained motionless, showing no reaction whatsoever. However, part of her lower lip was pressed into her mouth along with Tang Cheng's
finger , making it appear as if Fang Xian was sucking on her son's thumb; coupled with
the saliva still wet on her chin, it exuded an obscene aura.

This unexpected sight stunned Tang Cheng, and something within him seemed to loosen slightly. His movements, which were
about to release his mother, stopped, and his once clear gaze slowly darkened.

With a complex expression, Tang Cheng stared blankly at his mother. After a long while, he finally
made a move. He pressed his thumb, still inside Fang Xian's mouth, against her soft lips and rubbed it a few times before withdrawing
it . But then, he hesitated, bending his fingers a few times. In the end, he inserted his index and middle fingers together into his own mouth.
From her mother's rosy lips.

"Lick," Tang Cheng commanded, his voice dry and hoarse. His tone trembled, carrying an
indescribable tension.

Her eyes remained vacant, and the rest of her body remained motionless. At first glance, Fang Xian seemed unchanged
. But upon closer inspection, one could see that her smooth cheeks
, untouched by time, were occasionally puffed up. These were the ripples created by her fragrant tongue, which was swirling
around Tang Cheng's fingers, licking them incessantly.

"Suck. Lick and suck." In Tang Cheng's command, the tension had vanished, replaced
by an undisguised excitement and agitation.

"Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle..." Almost simultaneously with Tang Cheng's command, Fang Xian responded.
She pouted and sealed Tang Cheng's fingers with her own, her soft tongue continuing to lick while making sizzling sucking sounds.

The warmth and softness from his fingertips made Tang Cheng's breathing grow heavier.
Each flick of that delicate tongue felt like it wasn't just licking his fingers, but his very heart. Each lick sent
shivers down Tang Cheng's spine, until finally shattering the last vestiges of his reason.

"Pop." He abruptly pulled his fingers from his mother's eagerly sucking mouth, making a soft sound.

But Tang Cheng didn't notice the obscene sound at all. Panting heavily, he
grabbed the collar of his mother's sweater and yanked it open wide. His mother's smooth shoulders and
deep cleavage were now fully revealed.

He loosened his grip and brought his hands together briefly. Then, he hooked his fingers onto the bra straps. And then,
he pulled them open again. This time, the sweater and bra were pulled down together. Two snow-white
mounds of flesh sprang forth; a sway, and a mesmerizing wave of milky flesh rippled out. The sight of her white breasts made Tang Cheng
dizzy .

Fang Xian, just as before, sat sideways on the edge of Tang Cheng's bed. Her arms, which had been raised, were now pressed
down, hanging limply at her sides. Her cotton sweater, along with her bra, was pulled down
below her snow-white breasts, nestled in the crook of her arms. This made her look like a flower bud in full bloom. The clothes
binding her arms were like the outermost layer of that bud, and her exposed, smooth shoulders and full breasts
were like the beautiful stamen that had broken through the resistance and blossomed halfway.

Looking at this dazzling sight before him, Tang Cheng could no longer resist. He raised his right hand and unceremoniously
grabbed his mother's left breast, wantonly playing with it.

As a physiologically normal man, Tang Cheng had not been without sexual fantasies about his beautiful mother. But
fantasies were just fantasies, nothing more than a momentary impulse. Faced with rational reality, those occasional fantasies had long since
vanished. But now, his beautiful birth mother was truly and undeniably before him, in
such a lewd manner, allowing him
to play with her as he pleased.

Fang Xian offered no resistance, letting Tang Cheng fondle her breasts at will, further fueling
his burgeoning lust. His grip grew from one hand to two, kneading with increasing force and madness.
Eventually, Fang Xian, sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, was forced backward by Tang Cheng's increasingly forceful movements, falling onto the bed. But this
did not stop Tang Cheng's lewd acts. He pounced on his mother, continuing
to fondle peaks,
rubbing his face against the soft flesh; occasionally, he would take the bright red nipples into his mouth and gently bite and suckle.

Poor Fang Xian, her beautiful breasts became sex toys in the hands of this unfilial son, constantly changing shape.

Tang Cheng, increasingly aroused, became less and less restrained. The
bestial desires suppressed deep within his soul, driven by humanity, finally broke free from their long-standing shackles.

His expression twisted further, Tang Cheng suddenly roared, stood up, and quickly stripped off his clothes.
With his erect penis and a ferocious expression, he jumped onto the bed and roughly dragged his own mother to the center.
Grabbing her ankles, he lifted her legs upside down, casually tossing her slippers away
. Then he unfastened her waistband, pulling down her underwear as well, until the waistband reached her knees. Her
snow-white thighs and full, round buttocks were exposed.

He grabbed two pillows and stuffed them under Fang Xian's buttocks, making them stick out at an angle. Tang Cheng pressed his left hand down on his mother's
thighs , revealing the alluring petals at the base of her white thighs; plump and full,
it was almost unbelievable that a woman who had given birth could possess such beauty; and this! It was his
own mother, the gateway to the most important sacred place for a woman. His right hand reached out, his fingers pressing on the full petals;
with a gentle push, the soft door was pulled open a crack, revealing the pink and alluring sacred passage within,
making Tang Cheng pant heavily.

He withdrew his fingers, and the soft door immediately and silently closed, tightly blocking the alluring spring light. But almost
instantly, his fingers returned to the door. This time, it also brought a thick, hard, engorged penis
to invade, the purplish-red glans precisely pressing against that luscious vulva.

Seemingly realizing that his worldview, his values, and his entire being would be completely
different from this moment on, Tang Cheng didn't want this historic moment to be too hasty. His waist slowly sank, his penis gradually penetrating deeper, preparing to savor the exquisite taste of his mother's flesh inch by
inch .

The two full labia could not resist the intrusion of his penis. The large glans easily forced open the
soft gates, drilling into the depths of that sacred passage.

This sacred passage, the most private and important place for Fang Xian as a woman. Years ago,
it was through this place that a life named Tang Cheng was able to be born. And now, a part of
the life has returned here. The walls of the vagina tightly gripped the intruder, the tender flesh
rubbing against it with the most intimate friction, just as when this life passed through here at the moment of its birth.

However, when Tang Cheng came into the world through this beautiful passage, it symbolized the beauty of life's birth;
but now, Tang Cheng's penis returning to his mother's private flesh represents the ugliness of obscene lust.

Yet, the most important person involved in all of this—Fang Xian—could not resist in the slightest. Poor thing.
The woman didn't even have a chance to resist. Under the powerful force of the soul array, she
was easily defiled by her beloved son, whom she had carried for ten months, without even realizing it.

In Fang Xian's secret place, untouched for years, the thick, uninvited guest finally stopped pushing.

Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Tang Cheng quietly looked at his crotch, his mind a jumbled mess.

Before his eyes were two plump thighs bent under his lower abdomen. Her snowy buttocks,
piled high with pillows, were presented before him, her full vulva exposed.
The plump , were forcibly pushed open by the external force. The
thick, fleshy penis that had forced them open had deeply penetrated the fiery secret place behind the labia. And with the penetration of the penis,
the fleshy labia at the entrance were slightly indented, as if the intoxicating vulva was actively embracing the invading penis.

And this enormous penis, which had always fueled his masculine pride, was, in the end, born from the body of this woman beneath
him . Similarly, it was this woman who had provided for him over the years
, allowing it to grow to its current size. And now, this very penis,
born was repaying kindness with enmity, violating her. The cervix that had once given birth to him
was now tightly pressed against the large glans of the penis; and
the vagina was now completely blocked by the shaft.

The wonderful sensation of the warm, tight flesh enveloping his penis relentlessly assaulted Tang Cheng's will; the incestuous pleasure of
defiling his own mother was irresistible.

"Hoo!" He sighed deeply. In that instant, Tang Cheng was completely different. Before, it
was merely a mistake made by a young man driven by lust, unable to suppress his inner desires. In moments of impulsiveness,
his reason still made him feel ashamed and remorseful, and the thought of stopping would occasionally surge within him. But now, having experienced the use of
absolute power and truly tasted the wonderful pleasure of breaking taboos, with a sigh, he had
chosen to succumb to this sinful lust, and the last shred of humanity vanished from his heart.

At this moment, this man named Tang Cheng officially transformed from a human into a beast.

No longer having any scruples or distracting thoughts, Tang Cheng was ready to fully enjoy the
unguarded .

With a gentle thrust of his waist, he pulled his large penis out of his mother's secret orifice, leaving only the glans still embedded in that pink
flesh . He glanced at it slightly, then thrust forward violently. "Smack!" The penis plunged in again to the hilt, his lower abdomen striking his mother
's snowy buttocks with a loud thud. The glans ground against the cervix for a while before being pulled out again, followed by
another fierce thrust.

"Slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap slap slap slap slap..."
Tang Cheng's thrusts became increasingly rapid and violent. The impact against Fang Xian's snowy buttocks resounded loudly. The pink flesh of her vaginal opening
was repeatedly pulled out and then pushed back in with the rapid thrusts of his penis.

Her delicate body swayed incessantly as Tang Cheng raped her, while Fang Xian remained
lying still like an inflatable doll, completely unaware of being wantonly ravaged by her own son. Beneath her beautiful face, her smooth jade
neck , delicate shoulders, and high, firm breasts were mostly exposed;
the clothes forcibly pulled open from her collar and dragged to her arms, binding them, further suggested that this beautiful body was available for his enjoyment
, filling one with a strong desire to violate her.

Her two jade-like legs, pressed against her high, rounded buttocks, were half-raised in the air.
Her legs, which should have been spread wide, were instead
held in place by her trousers, which were half-pulled down to her knees. This caused her thighs to be half-open and half-closed, while her calves dangled to the sides, her two white feet
swinging wildly with each thrust of Tang Cheng.

Tang Cheng knelt before his mother's buttocks, leaning forward slightly, his arms reaching out to grab her breasts
, kneading and playing with them wantonly. His mother's raised legs were encircled by her arms, while his
thick penis was thrusting wildly into her vagina.

He felt the softness of her breasts in his hands and the pleasure of her secret place from below. His mother, who
had always , was now just a piece of beautiful flesh beneath him, to be ravaged at will. In this forbidden pleasure
, Tang Cheng indulged his bestial desires until he reached the peak of ecstasy. His hands clenched tightly,
squeezing her breasts until they were deformed; his penis trembled
as into his mother's womb.

Having poured out his pent-up energy into his mother's womb, Tang Cheng
lingered in the afterglow for a long time, a look of pure bliss on his face, before finally sitting up.

Looking down,

he saw his mother lying on his bed, her clothes half-undone. Her breasts were covered in red marks,
scratches from his earlier rough handling, some even bruised. Her recently ravaged vulva was slightly open, and white
semen slowly dripped from it, falling onto the pillow beneath her snow-white buttocks.

Tang Cheng felt a surge of excitement; his beautiful mother, from this moment on, would be his
possession!

He reached out and pinched her adorable nipple, gently kneading it. While playing with her
body, Tang Cheng was simultaneously brainwashing her.

"Mom. Do you know what I just did to you?"

"You raped me, but I'm unconscious right now, so I don't know."

"Well, anyway, just forget about it. Then, you'll take all
the traces of sexual activity on your body for granted, including traces in the environment. But that doesn't mean you'll ignore them.
For example, if you see semen on the floor or on your body, you'll know to wipe it off. If you see
semen stains on your clothes, you'll know to change and wash them. But you won't care why there are semen stains in those places. You'll
accept and deal with the result, but you won't question or think about the reason. Also, everything that happens in the house
related to sex, including those things you think are unrelated after your perception has been modified, but are actually related; are
secrets between us, mother and son, and absolutely cannot be told to outsiders."

There was no doubt, no resistance. Fang Xian simply obediently accepted Tang Cheng's manipulation and received
all .

Touching her chin, feeling a bit of a headache about how to explain her awakening, Tang Cheng added another sentence:
"As for my awakening, just accept the fact that I'm awake. Don't make a fuss about
why I woke up. Just act like you've always been awake."

After saying that, he thought for a moment and realized there was nothing more to say. So, Tang Cheng used his demonic power
to release control over the two of them. Fang Xian

's eyes gradually cleared, and she woke up.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out.

"Cheng, turn around, turn around. Don't look at Mommy!"

Fang Xian blushed, covering her lower body with her hands, and cried out.

Tang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

Under Tang Cheng's command, his mother was indeed completely unconcerned about the reason for her current state. However, Fang Xian,
who normal common sense, couldn't bear to have her naked body seen by a man, even if that man was
her own son.

With a sigh, Tang Cheng fixed Fang Xian back down.

"From now on, you will fully accept that I will see your naked body. Only with me. If it's someone
else , you will still have normal perception." After adding the settings, Tang Cheng prepared to release the control, but stopped immediately. He thought about it and realized that it would be too troublesome
to use demonic power to pull the other person into a dazed state every time he added a setting . "From now on, whenever I raise my left hand to you and show the pentagram on the back of my hand , every word I say at that moment will have the same effect of changing your consciousness as it does now. But you will not enter the dazed state you are in now. At the same time, you will not have any doubts about the contradictions in your thoughts after your consciousness has been modified, and you will not spend much time thinking about it." Releasing Fang Xian's control again, Tang Cheng looked at her nervously. But this time, it seemed that there were no problems. "Hey, Cheng. You're awake. Oh dear! I haven't made dinner yet. Cheng, are you hungry? Wait a minute, Mom will go make dinner." Fang Xian got out of bed and prepared to make dinner. However, after being pinned down for so long, her body felt numb, and her pants were still dragging on her calves. She almost stumbled and fell. Quick as a flash, Tang Cheng caught Fang Xian, preventing her from falling. "Phew," Fang Xian exhaled, smiling at Tang Cheng, "Thanks to you, Cheng. Otherwise, Mom almost fell." She first pulled her sweater back to her collar, then bent down to pull up her pants and put them on. "It's nothing, isn't it what I should do?" Tang Cheng said, lightly slapping Fang Xian's bottom and squeezing her buttocks. "Mom, if you hurt yourself, I'll be heartbroken." Fang Xian's mind went blank, and she almost fainted. Her own son was actually flirting with her! But Tang Cheng wasn't worried at all. He calmly raised his left hand, revealing the five-pointed star mark to his mother . "What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Isn't it natural for a son to care for his mother? As for me touching your butt, isn't that basic etiquette? Didn't I just help you up? Although for most people, a simple thank you would suffice. But I am your one and only son, Tang Cheng. I helped , shouldn't you reciprocate by allowing me to have any physical contact with you as a form of gratitude? Although there's no need for such formal thanks between mother and son, touching you isn't wrong, is it?" As he spoke, Tang Cheng, with a lewd grin, reached out his right hand and grabbed Fang Xian's breast. Then, he began to squeeze it through her sweater. "Don't say it was just touching her butt, even rubbing your breasts like this is perfectly normal, isn't it?" Fang Xian felt a strange sensation as her breasts were grabbed and kneaded. However, looking at her son's lewd hands, she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong. However, just as her emotions calmed down, she suddenly surged again. Tang Cheng lowered his raised left hand, and then, while kneading his mother's breasts, exclaimed, "As expected of your breasts, Mom , they feel so good to hold and play with; even through a wool sweater, they're so big and soft , it's a unique feeling to play with them." "You...you...how can you say such things to me? I'm your mother!" Fang Xian trembled with anger at her son's words about her breasts, but he remained unmoved by her actions, letting Tang Cheng knead and play with her breasts at will. "Hey, Mom. What's wrong with you again? Did I say something wrong? Oh, right, for ordinary people, saying things like that is obviously harassment. For someone from another family to say that to their blood relative is even more disregard for human ethics. But I'm Tang Cheng. I'm your closest family member. Isn't the standard for me completely different? For a mother and son as close as us, talking about these things is perfectly fine. Shouldn't you be happy for my praise? Why are you angry?" Tang Cheng raised his left hand again. 　　Right! Why am I angry? Fang Xian was stunned for a moment. Recalling her son's words, she not only stopped being angry, but also felt a hint of joy at her son's praise. Tang Cheng rubbed her breasts, and when he touched the bulge under Fang Xian's bra, he remembered this incident. " Mom, you shouldn't wear a bra anymore, it's a waste. It doesn't feel good to touch it through the bra." Saying this, she reached under her clothes, felt for the bra, and pulled it out. The back clasp wasn't undone, so she could only barely pull it out from under her sweater and then wrap it around her waist. "I'm going to cook." Fang Xian, having unhooked and removed the bra herself, tossed out this sentence and strode out of the room to the kitchen to cook. She instinctively fled this place that made her feel something was wrong. She 　　collapsed onto the bed with a thud. When she woke up, she jumped around wildly, then vigorously ejaculated into her mother's vagina . Now, watching her mother leave the room, it suddenly became quiet. Tang Cheng felt a strong wave of drowsiness wash over him, and he unconsciously fell asleep. 　　... "Cheng, Cheng. Wake up, Cheng, you'll catch a cold sleeping like that." A gentle voice sounded in his ear. Feeling someone gently shaking him, Tang Cheng slowly woke up and opened his eyes. It was his mother, Fang Xian. "Get up and eat before you go back to sleep." Seeing that Tang Cheng was already awake, Fang Xian gave him a word, then got up from the bedside and left. Tang Cheng rubbed his face, perked up, and sat up abruptly. He put on his clothes and went to the living room, where he saw that the dining table was already full of fragrant dishes, steaming hot.

Fang Xian came out of the kitchen, carrying a large rice cooker. She placed it on a low cabinet and
took a clean bowl from the table to fill it.

Tang Cheng sat down at the table without waiting for his mother to finish. He grabbed a slice of sausage with two fingers
and popped it into his mouth.

Fang Xian smacked him on the head, scolding, "You're still getting rice, and your hand is already in
the food! Who taught you that!"

"Hehe, I'm a little hungry," Tang Cheng replied, not taking his mother's scolding seriously. He grabbed a piece
of chicken threw it into his mouth, chewing as he spoke.

"Hey, you child, how old are you? You're still acting like a kid, not like an adult at all."

While scolding Tang Cheng for his lack of manners, Fang Xian herself wasn't much better. Her sweater, because of Tang
Cheng, had its collar distorted. It was large and crooked, constantly slipping to one side, revealing half of her shoulder. Fang Xian
had to lift it up with her hands. But it always slumped to one side after a short while, forcing her to lift it again.

"Glug." He took the bowl of rice from his mother's hands and shoveled down a mouthful. Tang Cheng deliberately put on a flattering
face and smiled at his mother, "Hehe. Actually, it's mainly because Mom, your cooking is so delicious.
The smell is irresistible."

"Eat your food properly. There's no reward for flattering your mother." Although she said this, Fang Xian
's eyes were full of doting when she looked at her son. She sat down with her rice, and before she had even eaten a bite herself, she put a piece of Tang
Cheng's favorite shredded pork with garlic sauce into his bowl. "Eat more. You just woke up, you need to replenish your nutrition."

Unfortunately, Fang Xian's loving words were not heard by her beastly son, Tang Cheng. Compared to
the fragrant food on the table, what made his appetite even more was the tempting sight of his mother's half-exposed shoulders.

He first waved his hand to attract his mother's attention. Then, he flashed a five-pointed star and said to her, "From
now until I finish eating, whatever I say or do will be accepted by you
as a matter of course. After you finish eating, you will completely forget about it."

"Okay!"

With his mother's nod of agreement, Tang Cheng smugly hummed, suddenly becoming much more carefree.

"Mom, your clothes seem a bit off, don't they?"

"Yeah. I don't know what's wrong with these clothes. They suddenly became like this, always sagging down."

As she spoke, the collar of Fang Xian's sweater sagged to one side again, forcing her to reach up and pull it up again.

"I have a solution." With that, Tang Cheng leaned forward, reached his hand over the table to Fang Xian, grabbed the collar of her
sweater , and pulled it down forcefully. "Come on, Mom, take your right hand out of your clothes. Yes, like
this."

Under Tang Cheng's direction, Fang Xian stretched her right arm out from the collar. Then the collar was pulled down, turning it into an off
-the-shoulder top, but the neckline was pulled down too wide, revealing her entire right breast.

However, since it wasn't a true off-the-shoulder top, Fang Xian shrugged and frowned, saying, "This is very uncomfortable." "It 's

better than it always sagging down, right?"

"That's true." Fang Xian nodded, but immediately gasped.

It turned out that Tang Cheng had actually used chopsticks to pinch Fang Xian's exposed right nipple. Before his mother
could get angry , he continued, "Mom, your nipples are so beautiful, you don't look like someone who's given birth at all. They're so red
, it makes me want to play with them." As he spoke, he even used the chopsticks to lift her right breast. "Mom, lift
your breasts up a bit, these are something you can be proud of."

Based on their previous assumptions, Tang Cheng's words were unconditionally accepted. Fang Xian almost immediately went from anger to joy.
"You brat, always making fun of your mother." Saying this, she actually lifted her breast.

"I'm not exaggerating, look at the shape, look at the color, it's top-notch." Tang Cheng used chopsticks to pinch Fang Xian's
nipple, pulling and tugging at it, occasionally pushing it deep into her breast and stirring it. Fang Xian

felt a little shy, and the hard chopsticks made her uncomfortable. However, under the influence of the demonic power
, she accepted everything and still tried to hold her chest out, allowing her son to play with her breasts.

However, teasing her with the chopsticks did nothing to quell Tang Cheng's lust; instead, it burned even brighter.

He slammed the chopsticks on the table, patted the side of his chair, and commanded Fang Xian, "Mom,
come here. Move your chair next to me."

Although she didn't understand his meaning, under the influence of the demonic power, Fang Xian dragged her chair over and sat down next to Tang Cheng
before asking, "What's wrong, Cheng? Is something the matter?"

He stretched out his right arm and pulled Fang Xian into his embrace. His outstretched hand grabbed her exposed right breast
and began to knead it wantonly. "It's nothing, I just suddenly thought, Mom, what if you get cold with your chest exposed like this
? I'll wrap it around you with my hand so you won't be cold."

He was completely oblivious to the beastly act his unfilial son was committing. Hearing her son's 'concerned'
words, Fang Xian felt the warmth of his large hand on her right breast, which warmed her heart.
She reached out and pressed her hand against the back of his hand that was kneading her right breast, and Fang Xian was so moved that she didn't know
what : "You child, you child..."

Seeing his mother, who was moved by his wanton defilement, Tang Cheng, feeling extremely smug, had a new
idea . "Mom, if I use my right hand to warm your breast, I won't be able to eat. It looks like I'll have to trouble you to feed me."

Fang Xian, deeply moved, immediately replied, "Silly child,
why ?"

Saying this, Fang Xian picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and held it to her son's lips. Unexpectedly, Tang Cheng didn't accept it,
shaking his head saying, "Mom, how can you feed me with chopsticks? You have to use your mouth."

Yes, you have to use your mouth to feed someone, so why did she just use chopsticks to hold it? Fang Xian
was a little confused about her mistake, but she didn't dwell on it. She quickly put the food in her mouth and brought
her lips close. This time, Tang Cheng nodded in satisfaction. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and
kissed his mother's red lips. However, before Tang Cheng could fully enjoy the kiss, Fang Xian used her tongue to push the food into his
mouth and then withdrew her lips.

"Hmm!" Hurriedly swallowing the food in his mouth, Tang Cheng asked, "Hey, Mom, why are you doing this so fast?"

"What do you mean, 'so fast'?" Fang Xian was a little confused. "Didn't I already feed her all the vegetables? If I feed her any more..."
"Kissing without separating, isn't that kissing? You child, do you want to kiss your mother?" she said,
tapping Tang Cheng's forehead.

'I do want to kiss you. I've even fucked your pussy, what can you do if I kiss you?' Tang Cheng
cursed inwardly, about to use his demonic power to force himself on her. But then his eyes lit up, and he came up with another idea.

"Mom, I want some soup."

Fang Xian nodded, unsuspecting, and carefully took a sip of soup before offering her lips
.

"That won't do, how much soup can you get with such a small sip? It has to be like this." Tang Cheng
tightened his grip with his right hand, pulling his mother close to him. Then he reached out with his left hand, hooked her chin, and
gently lifted it, making her tilt her pretty face slightly upward. He then opened her small mouth, scooped up some soup with a spoon, and poured it in,
using Fang Xian's small mouth as a glass.

Looking at his birth mother in his arms, her pretty face slightly upturned, her red lips parted, and her alluring appearance awaiting his taste, Tang Cheng
leered , "Hmm, just like that. Let me taste it." With that, he lowered his head and kissed her,

as if to demonstrate against his mother's earlier statement that they shouldn't kiss. Tang Cheng first bit and
licked Fang Xian's red lips, savoring them thoroughly. Then he thrust his tongue into her mouth, teasing her tongue and
licking her inner flesh; until he had thoroughly explored her mouth, he took a sip of soup and praised, "Hmm,
truly delicious." It was unclear whether he was referring to the deliciousness of the soup or his fragrant mother.

Fang Xian, still with soup in her mouth, carefully maintained her slightly parted lips and
upturned face.

"Mom, stay like that and don't move, wait a bit." But Tang Cheng wasn't satisfied yet, and after saying this, he
ran into his mother's room.

He opened the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of long stockings. Tang Cheng ran back to the dining table and put them on his mother's right leg.

He sat down again, pulled his mother into his arms, and then pulled her right leg onto his body, taking out
his penis and clamping it
between her legs. He actually used Fang Xian's right leg bend as a leg acupoint, lifting her knee up and down to put it on.

With his penis violating his mother's stockinged thigh, his right hand continued to squeeze
and rub his mother's bare right breast, occasionally lowering his head to enjoy her sweet tongue.

The lewd feast lasted for more than ten times the usual mealtime before Tang Cheng finally
ejaculated onto his mother's legs.

...

He reached out to test the water temperature, feeling it was just right. Tang Cheng stepped into the bathtub, soaking his sweaty, sticky
body into the water. The warm water washing over his body felt like squeezing out all the fatigue from his muscles.

"Crunch... crunch..." Tang Cheng twisted his neck a few times, spread his arms out over the edge of the tub, leaned back against
it , and lay there quietly soaking in the tub with his eyes closed, trying to relax.

He drifted in and out of sleep, not knowing how much time had passed. The bathroom door opened and
closed . Someone entered. A cool breeze rushed in through the crack in the door, hitting Tang Cheng's
head and instantly waking him.

Without moving, his head, which had been resting on the edge of the tub, tilted back, hanging upside down. The person before

him was none other than his mother, Fang Xian.

Tang Cheng had planted the command after that lewd dinner. Fang Xian washed the dishes and came
to bathe as usual. But this time, there was already someone else inside. However, Fang Xian, whose soul had been
manipulated , didn't sense anything amiss about bathing with her son. Even
now , with her son staring at her with lewd eyes, she remained unfazed and unashamedly
removed her clothes one by one.

Admiring his mother's alluring body with intoxication, Tang Cheng's lust rose again.

Fang Xian, now naked, moved a few steps further into the bathroom, but the bathroom was too small; the bathtub took up most of it,
leaving her barely able to take a shower.

Before Fang Xian could do anything, Tang Cheng reached out and grabbed her. "Mom, help me take a bath."

Shaking off Tang Cheng's hand, Fang Xian spat, "How old are you? Do you still need your mother to help you?"

"Just my back, I can wash myself." Tang Cheng got out of the bathtub, grabbed a plastic
stool, and sat on the edge.

"You child." Fang Xian had no choice but to grab a stool as well, sit behind Tang Cheng, apply some shower gel, and
help him scrub his back.

"Mom, why are you using your hands? Shouldn't a woman use her breasts to wash a man's back?"

Fang Xian paused, realizing she had forgotten. She replied, "Mom forgot. I've never
washed a man's back before."

"Never that man either?"

Fang Xian knew who that man was referring to, since Tang Cheng
always .

With a sigh, Fang Xian answered, "No." "

Then I'm the first man you've ever bathed with your breasts, Mom?" Tang Cheng continued.

"Yes," Fang Xian replied, applying shower gel to her breasts.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned that man," Tang Cheng said again.

Fang Xian pressed her soft breasts against Tang Cheng's back, but found it inconvenient sitting on the stool.
So, she pulled out the stool and knelt behind her son. With her arms around his waist,
she began to wash his back with her breasts. "It's okay, Mom doesn't care about him anymore. Mom is
content as long as she has you now."

"Mom, you're so good. Such a good mom, just wash my dick for me too." Tang Cheng said, pulling Fang
Xian's hands, which were wrapped around his waist, down to his crotch and covering his penis.

Fang Xian was both amused and annoyed, saying, "Mom is rubbing your back with her breasts. I can't even see your
dick, how can I wash it?"

"It's okay, I'll tell you what to wash. Just rub my dick with your hands."

"Then why don't you just wash it yourself?"

"My big dick feels better when Mom rubs it with your little hands."

She was completely unaware of how lewd and shameless her son's words were. Under the power of the devil, she was just taking
her son's words as a way of asking her to help him. Just like when she was a child and wanted to buy something,
only this time the request was for a bath.

"How old are you? Still acting like a child with your mother? Do you think you're still a kid?" Fang Xian shook her head,
saying this, but as always, she doted on her son, and her hands started moving.

"Here, rub like this, right. Like this." Tang Cheng's two large hands enveloped his mother's slender hands,
pressing them against his penis, rubbing and stroking it. It was practically like he was being masturbated by his mother's hands.
He could feel the touch of his mother's soft breasts on his back. After a short while, he ejaculated. He
pressed his mother's slender hands against his glans, covering it with his semen, which all shot into her palms.

"What's going on? Acheng, what are you doing?"

For Fang Xian, bathing her son was a perfectly normal thing,
even . However, if Tang Cheng ejaculated, and in her mind it transitioned to the recognition of sexual intercourse, that was
another matter entirely. The moment the semen landed on her palm, Fang Xian immediately sensed something was wrong. Her face changed, and she struggled
to pull her hand away and stand up, but Tang Cheng held her hand tightly, continuing to ejaculate on it. When
Tang Cheng finally released her hand and allowed her to stand, she froze again.

Because she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, although she had guessed what had happened, she hadn't confirmed it was sexual intercourse.
But by the time Fang Xian got up and pulled her hand away from Tang Cheng, he had already finished. At that moment, the
sexual act was a thing of the past. According to her previous settings, seeing any traces of sex would automatically make her indifferent.
Seeing the semen now was too late; what had happened before couldn't be considered sexual intercourse.

Her anger vanished instantly. Staring blankly at her hand, Fang Xian was somewhat bewildered: "Huh,
how come ?" However, under the power of the demon, she immediately stopped thinking about it and simply turned to wash
the thick semen off her hand.

"Yeah, that's weird. How come there's some on my penis too? Mom, help me wash it too." Tang Cheng pretended to
be puzzled and brought his penis next to his mother's. Fang Xian glanced at it and
washed it off without any suspicion.

She rinsed the foam off his back with the showerhead and then soaked in the bathtub. Tang Cheng, who had just had a good time, felt so comfortable that his bones
were bubbling.

Fang Xian sat on the stool that Tang Cheng had been sitting on, first rinsing off the foam on her breasts, and then started washing
her hair.

Watching his mother sitting next to him, bent over and washing her hair, Tang Cheng slapped her fair and tender buttocks
. "Mom, sit up a little. You just washed my back, now it's my turn to wash yours."
As he spoke, he pressed down on Fang Xian's back with his hand.

Fang Xian, who was rinsing her hair with water, didn't answer, but silently followed her son's instructions; she
bent forward deeply, her body almost touching the top of her thighs as she sat on the stool, her snow-white buttocks sticking out,
part of them protruding from the stool. A lovely chrysanthemum was thus revealed.

Climbing out of the bathtub, Tang Cheng dragged over the plastic hose he had prepared beforehand and connected it to
the faucet . Then, using the copper tip of the hose, he pressed it against his mother's anus.

Feeling the cold coolness of her anus, Fang Xian, who was scrubbing her hair with bubbles, was startled. Her anus contracted, and she turned her head with
her eyes still closed, asking, "Acheng, what are you doing?"

"I'm washing your anus, Mom. You must have never washed it before, it's so dirty." He said,
his hands not stopping. The copper tip of the hose forcefully shoved into Fang Xian's anus.

"Ugh!" Although, under the influence of the devil, she accepted her son's explanation. However, the intrusion of a foreign object into her anus for the first
time still caused Fang Xian extreme discomfort. The cold, hard copper head squeezed into her warm anus, almost
scratching the walls of her anus, causing her to let out a low moan that was difficult to understand. Halfway through washing,
she ignored her head full of bubbles, arched her back, and froze, her whole body tense.

But Tang Cheng was not frozen; after inserting the hose, he turned on the tap. The feeling of the cold tap water flowing into
her intestines
, but Fang Xian was as still as if she had been frozen, only her belly swelled up more and more.

"No! I can't take it anymore." Suddenly, Fang Xian pulled the hose out of her anus. Then,
she quickly rinsed the foam off her hair with the showerhead.

But Tang Cheng, who had expected this, quietly took the towel that his mother had placed beside her.

"Huh." Fang Xian, having quickly rinsed the foam off her hair, reached out and found her towel was gone.
"Where's my towel? Acheng, where's my towel? No... I can't take it anymore." She didn't even bother looking for the towel anymore, wiping
the water from her face with her hands, squinting her eyes slightly, and frantically rushed out the door. Tang Cheng quickly grabbed two hoses and
hurriedly followed.

Fang Xian ran into the bathroom, not even closing the door, and sat directly on the toilet. Almost simultaneously
, a "plop" sound came from her lower body. Fang Xian's face relaxed for a moment, but then immediately flushed with
nervous embarrassment. "How did you get in? Get out, get out!" It turned out that Tang Cheng had followed her
in.

Tang Cheng's previous instructions were about taking a bath, but Fang Xian was using the toilet, which was outside
the scope of those instructions. The double shame of being seen naked by her son and being seen using the toilet exploded simultaneously. With her legs together,
one hand wrapped around her chest and the other covering her lower body, Fang Xian was almost in tears.

Connecting the hose to the sink faucet, Tang Cheng said maliciously, "Of course, I'm here
to help you bathe, Mom." He turned on the faucet, pulled away his mother's hands that were covering her genitals, and
aimed the hose at her. The jet of water hit her vulva directly.

Upon hearing the key word "bath," the twisted demonic contract took effect. Since it was a bath, being seen
naked was no big deal; even defecating was considered part of the process of washing her anus. Fang Xian's tense heart and
body relaxed slightly, but then the water hit her vulva, combined with the bloating in her abdomen
. Fang Xian shuddered, and a stream of yellow liquid gushed out—she had lost control of her bladder. However, Tang Cheng didn't let
her off the hook, pressing his hand against her still swollen lower abdomen. With a "plop," excrement and urine sprayed out. Although,
under the power of the demonic contract, Fang Xian didn't understand what this meant for her. However, pearly tears still
inexplicably rolled down the woman's beautiful eyes, as if she had lost something important at that moment.

But she had no time to worry about why she was crying for no reason; what worried Fang Xian more was the meaning behind her son's words.
A pleading look unconsciously appeared on her beautiful face. Slightly panicked, she asked, "Do...do I still need to wash?"

Her mother's pitiful appearance didn't awaken Tang Cheng's conscience; instead, it made his penis hard
. He shoved the hose into his mother's hands: "Mom, come on, wash your own ass."

Then, he turned and connected another hose.

"I'll wash your hair."

The water jet poured directly over Fang Xian's head, flowing over her entire body, simply to keep her
eyes closed. Under the power of the demonic contract, even though she was extremely unwilling,
Fang Xian obediently inserted the water-spraying hose into her anus for an enema. She was completely unaware that almost touching her face
was her son's purplish-red glans. He pulled her smooth hair, wrapping it around his penis and stroking it
repeatedly .

This poor woman sat naked on the toilet in her own bathroom, completely oblivious to the wanton
defilement she was being subjected to by her own son.

Only when Fang Xian trembled and said that her anus seemed to be clean did Tang Cheng speed up his masturbation, then spray his semen on her
face, and wipe the remaining semen off his penis with his hair.

He then filled his mother's stomach with water again, pressed her lower abdomen, and seeing that the water that came out was clear, he dragged his mother back to the bathroom with
satisfaction .

She soaked in the bathtub again; the water wasn't very hot anymore, but it was still lukewarm. Fang Xian sat down next to him again and
began to bathe. Because of the demon contract, she wouldn't question the origin of the semen on her hair and face.
However, this meant that she had to wash her hair again.

"Slap." Another flippant slap landed on her mother's snowy buttocks. Tang Cheng made Fang Xian sit
next to and turned around to face him while bathing.

Because she was sitting face-to-face on the edge of the bathtub, Fang Xian couldn't lean forward to wash her hair anymore, otherwise all the foam would
wash into the bathtub. Helpless, she had to arch her back and wash her hair upside down. A pair of
already full breasts thrust forward, making them even more prominent.

Tang Cheng leaned comfortably in the bathtub, his right hand, hanging on the edge of the tub, easily reaching Fang Xian's delicate body.
Fang Xian's position was uncomfortable for her, but convenient for her unfilial son. He squeezed out some shower gel, and his hand climbed onto
those two firm peaks.

"Mom, let me wash your breasts."

His large hand wantonly played with the two jade rabbits. The already tender and full breasts became even
more , giving them a unique feel to them. Tang Cheng couldn't help but admire them, praising, "Mom, your
breasts are truly exquisite. I could play with them endlessly." As he spoke, he flicked his finger, and the
cute swayed.

Her delicate body trembled. While Tang Cheng was enjoying his caresses, Fang Xian was suffering in silence. Although she didn't realize
it her long-dormant body had already been violated by Tang Cheng. Earlier at the dinner table, he had held her in his arms
and shamelessly groped her. The desires hidden deep within her body were gradually being awakened, making her quite sensitive. Now,
her son was kneading and rubbing her breasts, and waves of long-lost sensations welled up from the depths of her body.

For Fang Xian, her son bathing her was an act of filial piety. Yet, she had felt lustful;
it was like a son dutifully washing his mother's feet, but the mother becoming aroused simply because her son was touching her feet
. This made Fang Xian feel both ashamed and embarrassed.

Her legs, which had been casually spread apart, suddenly closed, her thighs tightly clamped together. She tried her best to suppress the alluring
sensation, but her movements involuntarily became somewhat stiff. Although she wanted to hide it from her son, how
could Tang Cheng saw through it almost immediately. With a wicked smile, his previously careless
kneading and squeezing suddenly became gentle.

This made Fang Xian even more uncomfortable. She barely managed to wash herself before feigning composure and
saying to Tang Cheng, "You child, you can't even wash your breasts properly. I've washed my whole body, and you haven't even
washed my breasts yet. Let me do it myself."

Though she said this, her body remained still, allowing Tang Cheng to continue playing with her breasts
. Under the influence of his demonic power, Fang Xian would only silently endure if Tang Cheng didn't want to.

However, Tang Cheng smiled strangely and nodded in agreement, withdrawing his lewd hands. But just as Fang Xian breathed
a sigh of relief , he said again, "Then I'll wash your tender pussy, Mom." With that,
he reached out and forcefully inserted his hand between Fang Xian's tightly closed legs, his fingers gently rubbing the cleft.

Hearing this, her private parts were attacked again, and Fang Xian almost fainted. "No...no need...Mom
just washed her whole body, including down there."

"You only washed the outside, not the inside." As he spoke, Tang Cheng slightly parted her labia with his fingers,
dipping them in a little of her vaginal fluid. Then he withdrew his hand and held his fingers up to Fang Xian's eyes. "Look, your vagina
is still , it's not clean at all."

Fang Xian's throat bobbed a few times, but she couldn't utter a single word. She couldn't very well tell her son that her
vagina was wet because he had rubbed her breasts so well earlier.

Tang Cheng, however, got excited. He had been lying in the bathtub, playing with Fang Xian with one hand. Now he simply
sat up, using both hands to spread his mother's legs apart, then holding the showerhead in one hand, spraying water on her private parts, while
the other hand directly inserted his fingers into her vagina and started probing.

Even though she was extremely unwilling, under the power of the devil, Fang Xian
didn't , she could only silently cooperate. Sitting facing her son, her two jade-like legs spread wide, revealing
her entire private parts without reservation. She then allowed her son to simultaneously use water jets and fingers to do
as he pleased with her vulva.

Although Fang Xian had already been defiled once by her unfilial son, Tang Cheng, she hadn't been
aware of it then. For her, this was the first time in so many years that her vulva had been violated. Even just
two fingers were enough to make her already sensitive body unable to control itself. She bit her lower lip tightly, her whole body
tensing more and more. But she could endure it for a while, not forever. Finally, feeling herself nearing
her limit two tears rolled down Fang Xian's cheeks.

"No! Don't!" Fang Xian cried out in a sob, her whole body trembling violently, and a jet of
silvery water gushed from her vulva.

Quietly waiting for his mother to finish her orgasm, Tang Cheng then held out his hand, covered in her vaginal fluid, to Fang Xian: "Mom, this..."
"Is that so?"

Fang Xian, who had been hanging her head since the climax, lowered it further and lower, trembling as she whispered, "I
don't know..."

"You don't know? Mom, you were just squirting, weren't you?"

Hearing the word "squirting," Fang Xian finally couldn't help but cry out under the immense shame.

However, Tang Cheng's hand, covered in semen, pressed closer and closer to her. "I can't believe it, Mom, you're
actually a
slut who used your son's fingers to achieve orgasm while your son was dutifully washing your body."

The word "slut" finally broke Fang Xian. She suddenly raised her head, grabbed Tang Cheng's arm, and
cried out, "No, no, you have to believe Mom, Mom isn't a slut. Really, I don't
know what happened just now, really. You have to believe Mom."

Her fingers gripped Tang Cheng's arm so tightly they almost dug into his flesh, and a hint of madness appeared in her eyes.
For this poor woman, love had long since vanished; the most important thing in her life was family.
The most important son in her life would think she was a slut and look down on her—she simply couldn't accept that.

Feeling he'd gone too far, Tang Cheng was terrified. He quickly raised his left hand and used his demonic power: "Stop!
Forget everything that just happened. In your memory, it was just a normal bath with me."

Under the powerful force of the demonic contract, Fang Xian, who had been frantic just a second ago, calmed down instantly.

"Mom?" Tang Cheng asked cautiously, afraid something was wrong with his mother. "Are you...
alright ?"

"Huh? What's wrong? Is Mom feeling unwell?" Having her memories erased, Fang Xian
didn't question the tears in her eyes, but was rather confused by Tang Cheng's question. "But you, Cheng, your water's getting cold.
Hurry up and wash, or you'll catch a cold."

Having almost driven his mother mad, Tang Cheng felt embarrassed to cause any more trouble. Without his antics,
the two quickly finished washing up.

After tidying up the bathroom, they prepared to go back to their room to rest.

Feeling inexplicably more tired than usual and somewhat listless, Fang Xian entered the bedroom, only to find
her son, Tang Cheng, had followed her in. She asked curiously, "What's wrong? Cheng, is something the matter?"

Raising his left hand, Tang Cheng said, "I came to sleep with you. Isn't sleeping together at night
a unique to strengthen our bond?" He thought for a moment, then added, "When we sleep together, we always sleep naked
. Also, when I make sexual requests of you, you must completely comply with them. However,
you won't realize that you're doing these things. If I talk to you about sex, it's
to teach you basic common sense. As your mother, you must answer any questions I ask seriously and without getting
angry."

"Yes, I understand," Fang Xian nodded obediently, completely unaware that her soul had been further
twisted. Fang Xian took off her pajamas, climbed into bed, and paid no attention to Tang Cheng beside her.

He stripped off his clothes, crawled into bed next to Fang Xian, and pulled his mother into his arms,
her smooth back pressed tightly against his hot chest.

Completely oblivious to the fact that she was naked in her son's arms, Fang Xian held the remote
control, casually flipping through the TV program.

She threw back the covers, exposing her body to the light. Tang Cheng, admiring the woman in his arms, exclaimed
, "Mom, you're so beautiful."

Fang Xian glanced at Tang Cheng and chuckled, "You little rascal, why are you flattering your mother for no reason?"

"This isn't flattery. If you don't believe me, feel it," Tang Cheng said, pulling Fang Xian's hand to his penis
. "Look, just looking at your naked body makes my penis hard. Rub it, isn't it rock hard?"

Fang Xian obediently rubbed Tang Cheng's penis and answered seriously, "Yes, it's very hard. But
Cheng, you have to be careful. A son shouldn't look at his mother's naked body, let alone have sexual desire for his mother.
That kind of behavior is immoral."

"Oh. What if I rub your breasts like this?" Tang Cheng
asked deliberately while reaching out to pinch and rub his mother's breasts.

"That kind of behavior is even more serious. If what I said before was serious but still a minor mistake, then
this is a big mistake." Fang Xian was seriously teaching the '
reason that a son shouldn't play with his mother's breasts' on the one hand, while ignoring the fact that her soft breasts were being pinched and rubbed by her son.

"Oh." Tang Cheng, who was lying on his side holding Fang Xian in his arms, suddenly sat up, sat on her lower abdomen
, and pinched and rubbed her breasts with one hand. "This won't work either?"

"No."

He grasped both of her rosy nipples with both hands, pressing and gently rubbing them with his fingers. "How about this?"

"That won't work either."

"Oh. I understand, thank you, Mom."

She said she understood, but her hands didn't. He rubbed, kneaded, pulled, and pinched,
his hands moving over his mother's breasts without stopping.

"By the way, Mom. You just said incest. What's the difference between incest and

immorality?" "Incest refers to sexual intercourse between close relatives like mother and son. Things like seeing your mother
naked don't involve sexual intercourse, so it doesn't count as incest."

"Oh, come on. Mom, open your legs a little wider." Tang Cheng got off Fang Xian's lower abdomen, moved
between her legs, and spread them wide open. "Like this, Mom, you're showing me your pussy, which is incestuous,
but not quite, right?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Then what kind of actual action would constitute incest?"

"For example, if you use your big cock to fuck Mom's pussy, that would be incest."

"Where exactly is 'pussy'? Can I see?"

Hearing Tang Cheng's request, Fang Xian put her hands between her wide-open legs. She grabbed
her labia, pulling them wide open to reveal her pink, tender pussy. "It's here, see? It's this
pink pussy hole."

He held his already throbbing penis against the entrance of his mother's pussy. "Is it
where my glans is pressing?"

"Yes, right here."

Holding his mother's slender waist, Tang Cheng slowly squeezed his penis into her honey hole. His thick, long penis, lightly...
With ease, the head of his penis pressed against Fang Xian's vulva. Its terrifying thickness forced her sensitive flesh to
grip I put
my cock into your vagina, Mom, is that incest?"

"Yes, what you're doing to Mom right now already constitutes incest."

"What if it's like this?" Tang Cheng thrust his hips, rapidly pumping in and out of his mother's vagina
. The walls of her vagina and his penis rubbed intensely together. The pleasurable sensation sent
Fang Xian's soul flying.

"This is also...this is also incest, this is a process of intercourse, intercourse isn't just...penetration and it's over.
Hmm...after the big cock goes in, it will keep fucking inside the pussy until she ejaculates, only then is it finished...
intercourse."

His cock thrust wildly in and out of his mother's honey hole, his hands grabbing her two jade rabbits again.
Tang Cheng deliberately asked, "Mom, why are you speaking in fits and starts, and you're a little out of breath?"

"Because...because...hmm...because your big cock...ah...fucks Mom's little pussy...
so good...ah...Mom's so good I can't even speak clearly...ah...ah..."

The cock thrust harder and harder, the glans fully experiencing the tender touch of his mother's secret vaginal cavity. After thrusting his lower abdomen
wildly for a long time, Tang Cheng started teasing her again. "Mom, can you summarize? What kind of
behavior is considered incest? What is my status compared to yours? And what are we doing now that makes
you feel so good you can't even speak?"

"Mmm...mmm...cock...big cock...as long as my son's big cock...ah...fucks into my
pussy...it's incest...it's an absolute taboo...ah...ah...ah...now...
my good son Tang Cheng...is using his big cock...ah...ah...fucking my pussy...
fucking me...ah...so good I can't even speak...ah...ah..."

Hearing his mother's dazed answer and feeling the pleasure between his legs, Tang Cheng felt like he was flying with pleasure.
He leaned down and pressed himself against her, his hands, which had been kneading her breasts, tightly gripping his mother's snowy buttocks,
and began his final thrusts into her pussy.

After a few dozen more thrusts, Tang Cheng was on the verge of climaxing: "Mom, can I ejaculate inside your pussy
?"

"Ah...no...no...of course not inside...otherwise you might get pregnant...ah...
that's it, Cheng, you absolutely can't ejaculate inside Mom's pussy like this. Because the semen will flow into
Mom uterus! Mom is in her fertile period now, Mom's belly will get bigger from your fucking..."

He ejaculated all of his semen into his mother's uterus, then lay on top of her, panting for a while. Tang Cheng got up and asked, "Mom,
where's your phone?"

"On the bedside table, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just taking a picture to remember it."

He grabbed his mother's phone, and Tang Cheng directed Fang Xian to spread her legs wide open, even using his hands to pull apart her labia,
revealing her pussy that was dripping with semen. "Come on, smile. Yes, like that. Okay."

With a click, this obscene scene was captured.

Sitting down beside her, Tang Cheng scrolled through his phone looking at the photos he had just seen, while his large hand reached out
and caressed Fang Xian's delicate body, her fragrant shoulders, soft breasts, lower abdomen, and snowy buttocks. His palm fully experienced
the exquisite beauty .

"Mom, how was it? Did you enjoy being fucked by me just now?"

"Yeah, Mom enjoyed being fucked by Acheng."

"Do you like it? Do you like me fucking you like this?"

"No."

Hearing this unexpected answer, Tang Cheng paused for a moment, put down his phone and turned his gaze back to his mother: "
Why ? Didn't you enjoy being fucked by me?"

"Although Acheng, you fucked Mom very well. But we are mother and son. How can a mother like her son
fucking her? What is Acheng thinking?"

Oh, I see. Tang Cheng chuckled, relieved, and reached out to grab his mother's clitoris, gently pinching it as
he asked lewdly, "Mom, can't mothers and sons have sex?"

"Hmm..." Fang Xian let out a soft moan as her clitoris was pinched, and gently twisted her body, saying:
"Of course, didn't I already say? That's incest, something you absolutely can't do."

"Then did we have sex?"

"What are you saying, you brat? How could we have sex? Cheng, what are you thinking?"

Tang Cheng pulled Fang Xian up and made her sit up, showing her the white fluid sticking to her genitals. He asked, "Then
what is this?"

"Isn't this the semen you just ejaculated into Mommy's vagina?"

"So, you absolutely can't commit incest! And you absolutely haven't had sex with your son! Now your vagina
is full of semen that your precious son ejaculated into you after fucking you?"

Completely unaware of the illogical nature of his statement, Fang Xian looked at her son blankly: "Yes.
What's wrong?"

"Hahaha." A sense of pleasure from simultaneously manipulating his mother's body and mind made Tang Cheng
laugh : "Nothing. Nothing. Mom, you're so cute."

Giving Tang Cheng a flick on the forehead, Fang Xian said irritably, "What nonsense are you talking about? How can you
talk ? You have no manners."

"Hahaha. Really, Mom, you're so cute. Come on, let me kiss you." Laughing nonchalantly
, Tang Cheng cupped his mother's face and kissed her.

"Mmm...uh...uh...uh..."

A long, wet French kiss followed, and by the time Tang Cheng released her, Fang Xian was already panting.
But before she could catch her breath, Tang Cheng thrust his penis into her again, ravaging her.

He held her alluring body tightly, his chest rubbing against her soft flesh, his large mouth occasionally pressing against her
sexy red lips, his penis slowly and powerfully pounding and stirring her honey pot. While writhing with his mother
, Tang Cheng suddenly caught a glimpse of his phone out of the corner of his eye. He rolled over, lying flat on the bed, grabbed
the phone with one hand, and started filming his mother, patting her snowy buttocks with the other, saying, "Get on top, start moving yourself."

Kneeling on Tang Cheng's waist with her legs spread, Fang Xian grasped her son's penis with both hands. She positioned
the glans, still glistening with her vaginal fluids, against her vulva.

Without foreplay, without hesitation, she simply grasped his penis with both hands. Fang Xian slowly lowered herself down, letting her own...
Her son's enormous glans slowly squeezed into her labia, spreading her vagina open, reaching
deep , filling her tender opening completely. With her hands on her son's chest, Fang Xian knelt on Tang Cheng's
waist, bending her thighs and moving up and down in a rhythmic motion.

"Not like that," Tang Cheng said, "I need to see how his cock goes in and out of your vagina. Spread your legs wider,
don't block my way, put your hands behind your back. Yes, like that. Make the movements bigger and faster.
And your breasts, swing them around too."

As he spoke, Tang Cheng extended a hand and placed it slightly below Fang Xian's breast. "Swing it, swing it. Your breasts should
swing so hard they make a sound in my hands."

Under Tang Cheng's command, Fang Xian squatted with her legs wide apart, hands behind her back, rapidly rising and
falling her body like a deep squat; her full breasts swung wildly; to meet Tang Cheng's requirements, she
deliberately bent over and thrust her chest out with each rise and fall, making her breasts slap loudly in Tang Cheng's palms; as for her dripping, wonderful
hole, it enveloped Tang Cheng's erect penis with each rise and fall, constantly swallowing and releasing.

Dragging a pillow under his head, Tang Cheng held his phone in one hand, recording this erotic video, while using the other hand to tease
his mother's swinging breasts; waves of pleasurable sensations came from his penis, enjoying the devoted service of his beautiful birth mother,
it was truly delightful.

"Ugh..." Compared to Tang Cheng, who had just ejaculated once before, it was Fang Xian who couldn't take it anymore this time. The
suppressed moans grew more intense until the undulating movements suddenly stopped, accompanied by a soft, almost tearful cry,
as a gush of fluid washed over Tang Cheng's glans.

"Don't stop, don't stop. Mom, you've had your pleasure, but I haven't!" Tang Cheng slapped Fang Xian's
snowy buttocks .

The previous movements had already been exhausting, and Fang Xian's legs were aching from squatting so much; in this state of heightened sensitivity, with her orgasm
still raging, she managed to move a couple more times before giving up: "Mom... Mom thinks
she can't take it anymore... she's going to break."

"How could that be? She won't break that easily. Mom, you have to have confidence in yourself, you have to believe that you can definitely
take a lot of fucking."

Tang Cheng didn't let his mother off the hook at all, but he could see that she was indeed running out of energy
. He pulled his mother off him, making her bend over on the bed; he rubbed his penis against his mother's
wet private parts a couple of times, just as he was about to penetrate her, when he caught sight of that cute little chrysanthemum. Remembering that he had just
given his mother an enema, his penis slid right up to her anus.

"Mom, your asshole has never been fucked before, has it?"

"Mmm."

Hearing his mother's answer, before the words had even faded, Tang Cheng thrust hard, his
thick , and rammed it in all the way to the root, growling, "Then I'll take your anus, Mom
!"

"Ugh!" The first experience with her anus came so intensely. Fang Xian was so startled by the thrust that her
upper body, which had been lying down, suddenly sat up; her head tilted back slightly, her beautiful eyes wide open, and she let out a mournful cry.

But Tang Cheng, who was halfway through his pleasure and in a state of limbo, showed no intention of letting his mother catch her breath, and
began thrusting without stopping.

Fang Xian could only grit her teeth tightly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly; she had to endure the impact of that thick penis with her newly deflowered
anus.

But her beastly son didn't stop there.

His crotch throbbing incessantly, Tang Cheng grabbed a phone from the side and threw it in front of his mother.

"Turn on the phone and replay the video we just recorded. At the same time, read the contents of the video aloud."

Playing the video of her having sex with her son, Fang Xian, while enduring her son's defilement,
recounted her lewd actions: "...My legs were spread in an M shape, I squatted on top of my son
, constantly thrusting my body, letting his penis rub against the walls of my vagina..."

She leaned down, her chest pressed against his sweaty, naked back, her hands supporting her on the bed;
watching the video of their intercourse together, listening to her lewd retelling; Tang Cheng gleefully violated his mother's
anus. His glans roamed freely over the tender, untouched flesh of her vagina, his lower abdomen slapping against her snowy buttocks
. After several minutes of frenzied thrusting, Tang Cheng finally reached his climax, ejaculating all his semen into his mother's
rectum. Fang Xian, who had been struggling to hold on, finally collapsed onto the bed, her body limp.

He grabbed his phone, got up, and pulled out his penis, recording the sight of his mother's vagina and anus both filled with semen.
Then, Tang Cheng lay down on his side, pulled his now limp mother into his arms, and after a tender moment of caressing lovemaking, they both fell into a deep
sleep .

When he woke up, his beautiful mother was gone.

Stretching, Tang Cheng got out of bed, grabbed his pajamas, and casually put them on. The demonic
power within the soul contract flowed through his body; although it could only be used to activate the contract and manipulate his mother's soul, it was still
unconsciously making his physique increasingly resilient, like a demon's. Without any weariness from yesterday's indulgence, Tang Cheng
felt his energy had never been so abundant.

Walking slowly into the living room, he saw his mother hanging clothes to dry on the balcony. She

wore a simple pale yellow t-shirt, a long-sleeved, ruffled vest over it, and a pale purple
knee-length skirt. Her figure, doing housework in the golden sunlight, exuded the air of a virtuous housewife
, captivating Tang Cheng.

While continuing to hang the washed sheets and clothes on the hangers, Fang Xian, hearing footsteps, turned around
and said, "You're up? Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

She came up behind her and hugged her from behind, saying, "I opened my eyes and found you weren't here,
and my arms felt empty, so I got up. What about you? Didn't you go to the bookstore today?"

"I went out early this morning. I talked to Xiao Yang at the store before coming back. You only woke
up , so I'm staying home with you today."

Unperturbed by Tang Cheng's seemingly unreasonable behavior, Fang Xian let her son hug her from behind, his hands
roaming freely over her body. Calmly hanging up all the clothes, she then pulled her hand away and
took the basin of water she had used to hold the clothes back to the bathroom. Without pausing, she rushed to the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot of soup simmering on the stove, and
checked the heat.

"What are you making?" Tang Cheng followed behind.

Carefully putting the lid on, but slightly lifting it to prevent the boiling soup from overflowing, Fang Xian turned
to eyes full of love: "I made chicken soup for you. You've been lying in bed for a whole year, you need some nourishment."
"Okay."

Tang Cheng turned off the stove and pressed his fingers against Fang Xian's crotch, saying wickedly, "Chicken soup
is nothing compared to your abalone, Mom. Let my big cock taste your little abalone; it's more nourishing than anything else."

Fang Xian, a traditional woman, was stunned for a moment before understanding Tang Cheng's meaning. Her face hardened, and she
reprimanded him seriously, "How many times have I told you? Mother and son shouldn't do this kind of thing; it's
incest ."

But the only response she received was the five-pointed star on Tang Cheng's left palm.

...

Rubbing her temples, Fang Xian felt a little dizzy. She thought she had said something, but she couldn't remember
what .

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Her son, Tang Cheng,
asked with concern.

Shaking her head, no longer pondering, Fang Xian smiled and shook her head at her son, "Mom's fine. But you, you only
woke up yesterday, are you still feeling unwell?" As she spoke, Fang Xian reached out and stroked her son's head,
her eyes filled with concern as she thought of his year-long coma.

"Hmm, now that you mention it... I feel like my head is still a little dizzy." With a wicked smile on his face, Tang
Cheng swayed slightly, feigning discomfort.

She didn't notice anything amiss with her son's clumsy performance. Fang Xian tensed up immediately, quickly
supporting Tang Cheng and grabbing his hand to massage her breast, asking worriedly,
"How are you now? Are you feeling any better?"

"Hmm, it seems a little better." Without any hesitation, Tang Cheng followed his mother's movements, pinching her breast. He
feigned confusion, "Why do I feel better when I massage your breasts, Mom
?"

Two blushes crept onto his beautiful face. Fang Xian said somewhat shyly, "Cheng, you have
a very special disease. Men with this disease must frequently have sex with their mothers, otherwise they will
faint and become a vegetable."

"No wonder I still feel a little uncomfortable. It seems it's because I haven't fucked your pussy."

Holding Tang Cheng's hand, Fang Xian said as they walked towards the bedroom, "Come on, let's go to Mom's room.
Fuck Mom's pussy and you'll feel better."

"Okay, I'll definitely fuck Mom's cunt properly." Hearing this, Tang Cheng
couldn't He eagerly picked up Fang Xian and ran into her room like a whirlwind.

She had just gotten up and hadn't tidied up yet; the traces of last night's lovemaking were still clearly visible on the bed. Poor Fang Xian,
she was about to be defiled by her son again.

Throwing Fang Xian onto the bed, Tang Cheng quickly took off his clothes, his face full of eagerness: "Mom, it seems this
really works for my illness. Just thinking about being able to fuck you makes me feel better, I have more strength, I'm much better than before."

Fang Xian sat on the bed and also took off her clothes. Leaning against the headboard, she put a pillow behind her. She spread her
beautiful legs wide, her hands parting her labia, revealing her pink cunt. "It works. Come on, Cheng
, quickly put your big cock in and try it."

Seeing his mother's 'sincere invitation,' Tang Cheng, who had climbed onto the bed, naturally wouldn't keep her waiting long. Without
any foreplay, he thrust his engorged penis straight to the point. A fierce pounding plunged into his
mother tender, pink vagina.

He'd rushed in too quickly, leaving it a little dry. Tang Cheng said to his mother as he thrust, "Mom,
it feels a bit dry inside."

"Okay, okay, don't worry. Mom will think of something." Fang Xian raised her hands, gently kneading her full breasts
. She closed her eyes, imagining various scenes of lovemaking.

Soon, alluring moans escaped Fang Xian's nose, and her vagina began to moisten.

Stirring his penis, finding his mother's vagina increasingly easy to penetrate, Tang Cheng's thrusts became faster and faster.
His glans scraped against his mother's sensitive flesh, each thrust hitting the very end of her exquisite opening.

Her body was both numb and tingling from being violated by her son, but Fang Xian was completely oblivious to the excruciating pleasure. All she
cared about was her son's "condition": "Acheng, how are you now? Are you feeling any
better ?"

"Much better, much better! Mom, your pussy is so wonderful, it's making my cock feel like it's going to die.
Fuck your pussy, my head isn't dizzy anymore, and my body isn't weak anymore." Tang Cheng's lower body thrust rapidly, his lower abdomen
slapping against Fang Xian's thighs, his large glans constantly impacting her clitoris.

"That's good, it's good that it's effective." Fang Xian spread her legs, letting Tang Cheng's penis thrust into her
body . She cupped her son's face in her hands, stroking it gently, and said with maternal love, "From now on, you can
play with . Fuck Mommy's pussy every day on time. Cheng, promise Mommy, never fall down again. Mommy
can't live without you. Mommy is living for you now."

While thrusting hard, Tang Cheng replied, "Don't worry, I definitely won't fall down again.
How could I bear to fall down when I can have sex with such a beautiful Mommy? Don't worry, Mommy. Even if it's just so I can fuck your pussy
every day , I won't fall down again."

"Hmm. As long as your illness gets better, Mommy will let you fuck me to your heart's content every day. You can fuck Mommy however you want."
Fang Xian's eyes were filled with tears, and a relieved smile hung on her beautiful face.

Disregarding ethics and morality, she offered her body to her son for rape. This virtuous woman was not willingly degenerating,
but choosing sacrifice. If it weren't for "curing" her son's illness, anyone who wanted to defile her chastity would only get
her corpse.

Using the power of a demonic contract, he twisted and toyed with this kind mother. The beastly Tang Cheng felt
no remorse; his mind was filled only with endless lust. "Mom, why aren't you moaning anymore?
Those moans you made with your eyes closed before were really good. I love hearing you moan when I fuck you. And
don't stop your hands. Keep rubbing your breasts."

Nodding, Fang Xian flirtatiously rubbed her breasts, performing moans for her son. Although she
already had two children, she was essentially just a traditional, respectable housewife. She had never
done these things before, and she couldn't possibly imitate them. Her movements were fake, her voice artificial. But Tang Cheng didn't care at all. His virtuous, conservative, and beautiful birth mother, obediently and awkwardly fawning under his twisted influence, was completely oblivious to what he was doing

.

Completely unaware of his own lewdness, he craved the dual
pleasure .

Fang Xian's long, beautiful legs were bent into an M-shape and spread wide. Tang Cheng placed his hands on
her knees, using them to propel his lower body. He enjoyed watching his mother's "performance" while indulging in the defilement
of her honeyed orifice.

The affected, forceful rubbing gradually transformed into an uncontrollable, passionate caress; the fake, exaggerated moans gradually
turned into melodious groans. The orifice, repeatedly climaxed by her son's violation, quickly
transformed Fang Xian's feigned "performance" into a genuine expression of her nature.

But for this mother, more important than the intense physical pleasure was her son.
Seeing her beloved son riding on her body, riding with such "healthy" pleasure, was what truly made her
happy.

No matter how much pleasure her son was giving her, even during the climax, Fang Xian's bright eyes
always gazed lovingly at Tang Cheng. Like any gentle mother, she looked on
with . Only, the way this son "spoiled" his son was so peculiar. He was using his ugly genitals to
wantonly rape the place where he was born.

His thick penis trembled, ejaculating deep into his mother's vagina, showing no
sign of softening. Tang Cheng simply changed to a sitting position, pulling his mother into his arms, holding her snowy buttocks and continuing his rape.

She and her son were pressed tightly together, her full breasts pressing firmly against Tang Cheng's chest.
Her jade-like long legs were wrapped around his waist; her hands embraced his back; her head rested on his shoulder; Fang Xian and her son
were entwined, enduring the thrusting of his penis.

The son's penis was raping his mother's vagina. "Mom, does my big cock feel good?"

"Mmm, Cheng's big cock is so amazing. My pussy feels so good being fucked by you." She gently
closed her eyes , enduring her son's powerful thrusts. Feeling his 'healthy vitality,' Fang Xian
's beautiful face, resting on her son's shoulder, was filled with deep satisfaction.

Her son's penis forcefully violated her pussy. "Mom, call me big-cocked son."

"Mmm, big-cocked son. Mom's favorite big-cocked son." She gently stroked her son's back,
marveling at its size. Unconsciously, her son had grown so big. Fang Xian twisted
her soft body, sinking deeper into her beloved son's embrace.

Her son's penis violating her pussy with all its might. "Mom, say you love me. Say you love my big cock."

Her body endured her son's violation, but her heart did not consider it lewd at all. Hearing her beastly son's
lewd demands, she unhesitatingly accepted them as a loving cry from her son to his mother. "Silly child. Is there any need to say it? You
are the apple of my eye, the fruit of my womb." Raising her head, looking directly into her son's eyes, Fang Xian
earnestly said, word by word, "Mommy loves you. Mommy loves your cock. From the moment you were born, Mommy has
loved you, Mommy's big cock, my good son!"

Her son's penis pressed firmly against his mother's vulva. "Mom, I'm going to cum. I want to impregnate your womb
."

Her limbs contracted, tightly entwining around Tang Cheng. Fang Xian's body, obscenely
intertwined , radiated a holy light on her face. "Shoot, shoot. Mom's in her fertile period, shoot inside
and get Mom pregnant. As long as it makes you feel good, as long as it helps you get better. You
can shoot as much semen into Mom's uterus as you want. Mom is willing to let you get pregnant, Mom is willing to have your child. Mom
is willing to do anything for you."

The son could no longer hold back and poured large amounts of semen into his mother's fertile uterus.

He comfortably soaked his penis in his mother's vagina, gently stroking her delicate skin. Even though it wasn't
the first time, Tang Cheng couldn't help but feel a sense of fantasy.

His mother had always been one of his biggest fantasies, but every time he thought about his virtuous mother
becoming a slut who committed adultery with her son, even in his fantasies, he felt a sense of regret. What
attracted him most about his mother was that increasingly rare, traditional woman's virtuous temperament.
It would be such a pity if she were really trained into a slut.

Now, under the power of the devil, not only could he fulfill his long-held lust, but his mother was still the
virtuous mother she always was. Holding his mother's delicate body, he calmed down, feeling as if he were in a dream.

Squeezing his mother's breasts, Tang Cheng suddenly recalled their affair the previous night and couldn't help but ask, "Mom,
what we're doing now, isn't that incest?"

Reaching out to stroke her beloved son's face, Fang Xian chuckled, "Silly child, how can you think like that? It's
like CPR. To save someone, a woman puts her mouth to a man's mouth to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Can you say they're
kissing? The actions are the same, but the nature is different. Of course, in other people's eyes, we'll be seen as committing
incest. But actually, it's not the same thing. Doing it for lust is incest,
what we're doing now is for medical treatment, just an enhanced version of CPR. Just be careful not to let outsiders know
."

"I see, I understand," Tang Cheng feigned a humble and receptive demeanor, but inwardly he was laughing hysterically.
"So, as long as I'm still 'sick,' it's okay to fuck you however I want. But if I fuck you again after I'm cured, that's
incest , right?"

"Yes, so it's okay for you to fuck your mother however you want now, but if you're cured, you absolutely can't
fuck your mother anymore, that's incest, you know?" As she spoke, Fang Xian suddenly propped herself up from Tang Cheng's arms,
looking at him suspiciously: "Cheng...you...you're not already cured, are you? You're just pretending to be
sick for...for...that's why..."

"Mom! What are you saying? I'm your son. Don't you know what kind of person I am all these years?
How could I do such a thing?" Tang Cheng looked wronged and moved his
penis a few times. "Can you feel how hard it is? You just said it yourself. If I were to rape you after my 'illness' is cured,
it would be incest. How could I possibly have incestuous thoughts about you, Mom? If I don't have those thoughts, I naturally won't get hard, let
alone rape you. Only when it's not incestuous will I be able to get hard and fuck you without any psychological burden.
In other words, as long as I can get hard and rape you, it means my 'illness' isn't cured yet, and Mom, you should let me rape you to my heart's
content ."

Fang Xian's mind was a little dizzy from Tang Cheng's nonsensical logic, and she felt that something was wrong.
However , under the power of the contract, she finally accepted this explanation and memorized it deeply. Then she
became a little worried: "Cheng, your big cock just shot so much semen into Mom's uterus, and now
it's so hard again. Your 'illness' must still be very serious. I don't know how long it will take to get better."

"It's okay, I actually feel pretty good right now. Anyway, Mom, let me fuck you more often when you have time. At least,
you shouldn't faint again." As he spoke, Tang Cheng lay down and let his mother kneel on his waist.
He held and inserted it into his honey hole.

"That's the only way. When you have time, fuck Mom more often." Kneeling like this,
with her hands on the base of his penis, Fang Xian swayed her slender waist up and down, letting it gently stir in her honey hole.

With his hands behind his head, Tang Cheng didn't have to do anything; he could
enjoy .

"Mom, how is it? Do you have any special feelings about being fucked by your own son's big cock?"

"Ah... Cheng... your big cock... ah... ah... Mom's pussy... feels so good being fucked by your big
cock ... Back then... you were born from this very spot... Now your big
cock... has returned to that place... ah... ah... I never thought... that little person I gave birth to back then
... has grown so big now... just your big cock... has
filled this pussy that I was born from... making Mom's juices flow... ah..."

Kneeling and bending her thighs to masturbate was too tiring, and the constant pleasure emanating from her pussy made
Fang Xian's whole body go limp. So, she simply leaned forward and lay on Tang Cheng's chest. Her pair of full, beautiful breasts pressed
against his chest and rubbed against him. Her hands remained gripping his penis, holding it to prevent it from slipping out of her vagina. Her
plump snowy buttocks writhed incessantly, rubbing her vaginal walls tightly together.

The exquisite pleasure of every inch of her vaginal walls being violated drove Fang Xian to a state of near ecstasy. The intoxicating
pleasure rendered her speechless. Her beautiful eyes gazed into the distance, her slightly parted mouth
panting , saliva involuntarily flowing from her rosy lips, soaking Tang Cheng's shoulder. Like a
female beast in heat, she relentlessly manipulated her own son's penis with her vagina.

Suddenly, hot semen gushed from his penis, rushing into Fang Xian's flower, filling her uterus,
scalding her and causing fluid from deep within her vagina also gushed
out onto the still-ejaculating glans. Her moist, fleshy lips parted slightly again, and she murmured softly, "It's inside... ah... it's inside...
Ah Cheng's big cock is being pleasured by Mom's pussy... he's shooting all his semen into Mom's womb..."

Having effortlessly enjoyed himself under his mother's ministrations, Tang Cheng reached out and lifted her chin:
"Mom." "

Hmm?"

"Thank you."

"Silly child, what are you thanking me for? I'm your mother."

"Mom, I want to play with your breasts."

"Come on, hmm..."

"Mom, I want to kiss you."

"Mmm... sizzle... mmm... sizzle... sizzle..."

...

Several months later.

Tang Cheng fiddled with the camera on the tripod.

Fang Xian sat sideways on the floor opposite him.

Crystal-like high heels, white lace stockings, equally white lace gloves, and
a crown-shaped veil. A beautiful wedding dress was on her, but the most important garment—the gown—was missing. This peculiar attire
made Fang Xian, whose body was completely naked, exude an aura of both purity and lewdness; her high, protruding belly further
enhanced her maternal glow.

"Alright."

Tang Cheng ran over from beside the camera, his tuxedo revealing
an unusually protruding penis. He seemed completely unconcerned, however, and stood beside Fang Xian facing the camera. Fang Xian
immediately leaned in, her red lips pressing against the purplish-red glans.

The flash went off, freezing this lewd scene forever, becoming a special wedding photo for these two people who could never truly
marry .

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