Happy Family

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"Tell me, why did you do so poorly on this exam?"

The woman sitting in front of me asked in a flat tone. I looked up at her,
involuntarily drawn to her stunningly beautiful face, especially when our eyes met; her
clear, jewel-like eyes left me speechless.

Her skin was as smooth as jade, still translucent and white under the light. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyebrows
furrowed with each passing moment, as if expressing dissatisfaction with my prolonged silence.

I quickly lowered my head, unable to meet her gaze any longer. She was my mother—Liu Ruobing.

Even after eighteen years of living with my mother, I was always unconsciously captivated by her beauty. Time
had not left any marks on her; instead, it had made her even more elegant and refined.

My mother was 170 cm tall, yet possessed a curvaceous figure, especially her F-cup breasts,
which easily drew the attention of passersby on the street. Her long, shapely legs in high heels gave
her an air of superiority, a commanding presence that seemed to emanate from her.

As for me, her son, I wasn't even 170cm tall, had an ordinary appearance, and no particular talents.
This led to constant gossip and sarcastic remarks about whether I was her biological son, something my mother never defended
. My only redeeming quality was my grades, but this time I did poorly.

"If you're not going to talk, then stay in your room and reflect on your actions. You can come out for dinner when you find the reason!"

With that, my mother left my room.

Hearing the sound of cars starting outside the villa, I knew my mother was going to work overtime again.
When was the last time my mother slept at home? So long ago, I couldn't even remember.

My father died in a car accident ten years ago, and my mother inherited his company.

Since my mother became the chairperson of the company, her strong-willed personality has led to the company's remarkable success. The company's revenue and profit margin
have steadily increased, and it's now a large listed company, ranking among the top in the world.

However, this has also meant less and less time for me to spend with her. My mother is a true ice queen;
when we're alone together, we barely exchange a word
. I'm intimidated by her powerful aura and dare not speak. Each time, she simply asks about my recent grades and daily life, and then the conversation ends.

Looking at my dismal report card on the table, my head inevitably starts to ache again.
A month before I turned eighteen, my head began to ache for no apparent reason, as if something was trying to merge with my brain.
For the past month, I've been unable to concentrate, and the hospital hasn't been able to find the cause. My declining grades are therefore
understandable. But I don't want to tell my mother. Perhaps her usual cold attitude towards me has triggered my rebellious
streak , or perhaps I just don't want her to worry about me. This contradictory feeling leaves me confused about
what kind of feelings I truly have for my mother.

"What am I to my mother?"

I murmured to myself, then shook my head and climbed into bed with a bitter smile.

...

"The will of Heaven has been fully integrated. How to establish the rules of the world is up to the chosen one. Begin data collection
..."

A emotionless voice echoed in my mind. A severe headache caused me to scream in the middle of the night,
and finally, I couldn't bear the pain and fainted.

When I woke up, it was already 10 a.m. the next day. The headache from last night still made my head feel dizzy, as if
I had heard some voice of the will of Heaven yesterday.

"Maybe it was just an auditory hallucination."

I glanced at the time on my phone and felt a chill run down my spine. Oh no, being so late meant
another parent-teacher meeting... I quickly got up, dressed, and ran to school.

Standing in front of the classroom door, I took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in."

When I opened the classroom door, the teacher's face changed instantly when she saw me.

"You still remember to come to school after being so late? Why didn't you just sleep until tonight?!"

The expected roar assaulted me. I suppressed my anger and decided to apologize to the teacher.
My mother was already upset about my declining grades yesterday, and if I got called to school for being late, I probably wouldn't get
my allowance . As the saying goes, a true man can bend and stretch.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I was wrong this time. I promise I won't do it again. Please let me into the classroom!"

"Okay, come in."

Just as I was about to lower my head and beg, the teacher suddenly agreed to my request. I stared at him in disbelief.
When did this old guy become so agreeable?

Although I sensed something was wrong, I quickly slipped to my seat.

Just as I sat down, the fat guy next to me shouted at me without any restraint, "Did you masturbate too late
yesterday to get up so late?" Then, a deafening laugh erupted from our classroom.

Looking at those eyes squeezed together by fat, I felt all the anger I had been suppressing explode.

"Screw you, why don't you go to the podium and masturbate? Go ahead and do it to your dad if you dare!"

I slammed my bag on his desk, ready for a real-life showdown. "Fine, I got it."

Just as I rolled up my sleeves, ready to fight, I heard him calmly reply and walk towards the podium.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, he calmly pulled down his pants and brazenly started masturbating.

[Holy crap, this guy's gone mad.] I stared at him, dumbfounded, that was all I could think. But the atmosphere
quickly brought me back to reality.

Why are you still lecturing, teacher? Why aren't you doing anything about that pervert masturbating in front of you? Why did that pervert ejaculate after
just a few strokes (okay, that's not important)? That guy with the braided hair, that pervert's semen
is all over your face and you're still taking notes?

The anomaly in the room stunned me. Was something wrong with me, or was something wrong with the world?

"The will of Heaven..." I suddenly remembered the voice I heard last night. Could it be related to this?
Do I now control the rules of this world?

To confirm my guess, I deliberately said to the teacher in a joking tone, "Teacher, today's class
is so boring, there's no need to continue. Let's just go home."

Even if I guessed wrong, I'd only get a scolding at most, but it was still worth it to verify my guess.

"Alright, that's all for today. Everyone, go home."

Unexpectedly, the teacher agreed to my request without asking why, and when
our class left the school gate, the principal, who was checking things at the gate, didn't stop us at all, as if it were just an
ordinary thing.

Looking back at the school as I walked out, I had a feeling that my boring, ordinary daily life was finally over.

In the following month, I gained a general understanding of my ability by issuing various commands.

First, this ability has no time or space limitations. Once I issue
a command, it will remain unless I cancel it, and everyone in other areas will
obey it automatically, even if they haven't heard it.

Second, the command is absolute; whatever the content, the other party will unconditionally obey, even if
it leads to suicide (I just casually mentioned it and didn't expect the other person to actually jump off a building; thankfully, I stopped
them in ).

Finally, my commands have an automatic world-adjusting ability; even the most abnormal commands
will be modified to appear normal to others.

I wrote down the results of my recent experiments on a piece of paper. Although I had gained such an amazing ability, I
didn't plan to use it too ostentatiously. Who knows if some organization in black, unaffected by my ability, would appear and
wipe me out?

It's best to keep a low profile.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the downstairs door opening. I rushed down to see, and there was
my mother, who hadn't been home for weeks.

She was slightly bending down to take off her shoes, revealing her voluptuous figure. Her proud breasts swayed even with the slightest
movement , making one want to ravage their softness. Her fitted formal attire clung tightly to her pert, plump buttocks,
outlining her perfect body lines. Her round, slender legs were encased in black stockings, making one
want to fondle them.

"Mom, you're back."

"Mm."

My mother only glanced at me with her bright eyes, gave me a casual reply, and walked towards the bedroom.
The stranger-like interaction made my welcoming smile freeze on my face.

Why are you so cold to me? I'm your son! Who else is closer to you than me! Could it be that she's seeing another man outside
...? Yes! It must be! That alluring body has never lacked suitors since Dad died.
Otherwise, why would she only come home every few weeks? She must be out there being intimate with other men!

A violent surge of emotion erupted from the depths of my heart. Since I gained this ability, I've gradually felt my
personality change
.

The once cowardly me has become arrogant, intolerant of disobedience, as if I were the master of the world. I used to love and respect her without a doubt, but the long-term estrangement and indifference finally caused my pent-
up resentment to explode, leaving me with only possessiveness and lust for her. My former love has become
corrupted .

If others can conquer your body so wildly, filling your vagina with their semen, why
can't ! Anyway, you never treated me like a son!

Just then, Mom came out of her room after changing her clothes. She had changed into a light red nightgown
, not a sexy style, but it perfectly showcased her mature figure. The round neckline and
lace accentuated my mother's alluring neck and sexy collarbones. The dress, being very form-fitting,
perfectly highlighted her impressive breasts.

Looking at her seductive body and face, I swallowed hard, my breathing becoming increasingly heavy.
At that moment, I made up my mind to make my mother mine alone.

I followed my mother to the living room. She stood by the bar, elegantly making coffee, and without turning her head,
said to me, "Still don't want to talk about why your grades slipped last time?"

I didn't respond. Seemingly displeased by my silence, my mother raised her eyebrows and turned to look at me.

Looking into her clear, bright eyes, the imposing aura within almost shattered my resolve.

I gritted my teeth and said, "From now on, ignore my existence, and completely
disregard !"

My mother's eyes momentarily lost focus, but her aura instantly returned.

"Mom?" I tried to talk to my mother, but she completely ignored me. She took the coffee she
had made sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV to watch the news.

I waved my hand in front of her face a few times, but she still didn't react. I mustered my courage and pinched her smooth
cheeks, pulling them apart forcefully. Even though her jade-white face turned red from my pinching, she remained
focused on the news.

It...it worked!?

Although my previous experiments had a 100% success rate, seeing it work on my mother still excited me greatly.

Watching my mother's once serious and dignified face being rubbed and made into various comical expressions, my former
awe gradually disappeared.

My fingers traced her rosy lips, feeling their unusual softness. Involuntarily, I poked my finger into
her cherry lips. She still didn't react, but her tongue reflexively enveloped my finger, making it look to
outsiders index finger.

"Lick." Feeling the warmth and moisture on my index finger, I gave my mother the instruction in a tense tone.

The moment I finished speaking, I felt my mother's tongue begin to roll and swirl, wrapping tightly around my index finger
and wriggling up and down. An indescribable feeling of comfort spread from my fingertip throughout my body, making me
reluctant to leave those alluring little mouths.

I abruptly pulled my finger away, the sound of the "pop" particularly jarring. Sticky strands of saliva connected her mouth
to my finger, drops of saliva running down my wrist.

Seeing my mother's slightly flushed face and the obscene scene before me, my reason finally crumbled.
My eyes bloodshot, I grabbed my mother's collar with both hands and forcefully ripped it open. With a tearing sound,
the expensive nightgown finally couldn't withstand the violent pull, and her large breasts instantly sprang out, nakedly
exposed before my eyes.

The black bra forced her two large breasts into a deep cleavage, and with each breath, the flesh trembled
slightly . I reached behind her and unhooked the bra, and her breasts sprang out,
creating beautiful waves. Even without the bra, her breasts remained round and firm.

Gazing at the white flesh and pink nipples, my mind went blank for a moment. When I came to my senses,
I found my hands tightly gripping her large breasts, squeezing them until they were completely deformed,
and her fair skin reddened from my rubbing.

Feeling the fullness and smoothness in my hands, I could no longer control myself and began to play with her breasts.

The breasts, which could only be held in two hands, changed shape in my hands. Sometimes I held each breast separately and
spun them like a pinwheel, sometimes I pinched the nipples, which were swollen from arousal, and pulled them outwards.

When I was in a fit of rage, I would swing my arm and slap my mother's ample breasts hard without mercy, watching
them leap upwards, creating waves of flesh, listening to the pleasant slapping sound, and feeling
the softness of my hands against them, which brought me immense pleasure.

Even though her once smooth, white breasts were now red and blue from my playing, my mother simply took a small sip of her
coffee , elegant and charming, her eyes still glued to the TV, as if it weren't her body being played with
.

I snatched the coffee from my mother's hand and poured it onto her breasts, then lowered my head to lick them with abandon.

My tongue roamed around, savoring the aroma of the coffee and the smoothness of her breasts. My tongue teased the
slightly trembling nipples, filling my mouth with a milky fragrance, I couldn't tell if it was the milk in the coffee
or my mother's own milk.

After eighteen years of separation from breasts, I greedily sucked on my mother's nipples, trying
to draw something more from those nipples that had long since been weaned.

After playing with my mother's plump breasts for a full half hour, her nipples engorged from my sucking, I
reluctantly lifted my head and left that soft expanse.

"Mom, let me feed you coffee."

I picked up the last bit of coffee, swallowed it, and hugged my mother, completely disregarding her feelings. I forcefully
pried open her red lips with my tongue and slowly fed her the coffee.

My lips were pressed tightly against my mother's red lips, our tongues constantly intertwining and swirling. I sucked hard on
the saliva on my mother's tongue, feeling that even the finest nectar couldn't compare to my mother's saliva. I sucked and
licked inside my mother's mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. This one-sided, forceful kiss lasted for several minutes before ending with both of us
struggling .

I looked at my birth mother in my arms, her pretty face slightly upturned, her red lips slightly parted, her breathing slightly rapid, her fair
skin all indicating the intensity of the kiss that had just taken place.

After playing with my mother for so long, I felt my groin growing increasingly hard and unbearable. I stood up and brazenly
took off my underwear in front of her, revealing my monstrous, enormous penis.

I pressed the head of my penis against her nostrils, mischievously pushing it inwards, but she remained unresponsive,
as if could see right through me and continue watching the television behind me.

Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed her shoulders and shoved her hard onto the sofa, then straddled her
. My buttocks rested on her slender waist, which felt like it could snap with the slightest pressure.

I placed my penis between her breasts and commanded, "Squeeze your breasts hard with your hands, give me a blowjob!"

My mother calmly grasped her breasts, squeezing them together to tightly envelop my penis
, and slowly moved up and down. Lubricated by the coffee and my saliva, I felt as if my penis was
being squeezed by a soft mass of flesh, the tender, smooth sensation making me groan involuntarily.

I gradually became unsatisfied with the pace of my mother's stroking, and began to thrust rapidly up and down, the sound of my penis rubbing against her breasts filling the living room
, along with my heavy breathing.

As a virgin, I had never experienced such stimulation before, and after only a few minutes, I felt the urge to ejaculate.

I quickly stood up, removing my penis from the friction of my mother's breasts, and took a few deep breaths to suppress the
urge.

After feeling my penis cool, I straddled my mother's head and brought my penis to her fiery red lips.

"Open your mouth."

My mother opened her red lips without hesitation. Looking at my mother with her mouth open, her mouth already secreting saliva
and waiting for , I couldn't help but recall how this same mouth had once lectured me. At the time, I had only found her incessant nagging
annoying, but now I realized how alluring it was.

Thinking this, I ruthlessly thrust my penis into my mother's mouth, the glans passing through her warm oral cavity, pressing against her
wet tongue, and reaching deep into her throat. Startled by the sudden attack, Mom arched her back, coughing
only at the back of her throat. I gasped in surprise at the unexpected tightness and warmth; I hadn't expected it to feel
so good. If I hadn't consciously kept my ejaculation point closed, I probably would have ejaculated immediately upon penetration.

Feeling her constantly moving throat, Mom, probably never having had such a large penis in her mouth before, instinctively
tried to spit it out, swallowing repeatedly, but this only made me feel more comfortable, wanting
to go deeper.

At this point, I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed Mom's head and began thrusting vigorously. My penis
moved in and out of her red lips, tightly wrapped by her tongue, the glans rubbing against her
throat The exquisite tightness and suction gave me immense pleasure.

Mom, being used as my little mouth toy, could only whimper under my powerful thrusts.

As the movements quickened, the urge to ejaculate surged again.

"Ugh... I'm going to cum, Mom! Swallow every last drop of my semen!"

Reaching my limit, I pressed my mother's head down, burying my penis deep in her throat, and
released all the pent-up semen in one go.

My semen flowed into her throat like a nutrient solution, and her throat began
to rhythmically constrict, swallowing spurts of my semen into her stomach.

"Ha... Ha... Ha..."

"Glug, glug, glug,"

my moans of pleasure mingled with the sounds of my mother swallowing, creating a
symphony .

As I reveled in the pleasure of ejaculation, I began to knead my mother's enormous breasts again; I
could never tire of playing with them.

Feeling that I had ejaculated enough, I slowly withdrew my penis from my mother's throat.
Just as my penis was about to leave her mouth, her red lips suddenly tightened around my glans,
sucking out the last bit of semen from my urethra.

This sudden sucking intensified my pleasure; it seemed my mother had diligently followed my
command.

I stood up from the sofa and looked at my mother lying there. Her once smooth and beautiful hair was now
a mess. Her pajamas were torn to shreds, revealing her two large breasts.
Her once there were even
teeth marks on her nipples. Her two long, slender, white legs were limply spread, completely unprepared for the man standing before her.

Her once icy, beautiful face had lost its former majesty. Looking at my mother, her lips still stained with
a mixture of , her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling,

I felt a sudden pang of guilt seeing my once beloved mother reduced to this state. But remembering
her absence for weeks and her complete lack of concern for my past, I forcefully suppressed this guilt,
replacing it with a surge of accomplishment and conquest.

The beautiful woman who was once only to be admired from afar was now being wantonly played with by me, her voluptuous body bearing my
marks. It made me realize how unpredictable life truly is.

"Mom, do you know what just happened? You can answer my question now."

My mother, slowly sitting up from the sofa, answered me in a cold voice, "I just watched
the news for an hour, didn't I?"

"You're almost an adult, don't act like a child all day, just playing games and watching anime!

Watching more news will be better for you when you enter society!"

Haha, this stupid woman is completely oblivious, still lecturing me. Unfortunately, her
shameless act of exposing her two plump breasts to her own son is utterly unconvincing.

I sat down next to my mother, grabbed her breasts again, and twisted them clockwise,
saying mockingly, "I just thoroughly enjoyed your erotic body. Mom, your breasts are so tender and smooth,
I can play with them endlessly. And your cherry lips, tsk tsk, they have a unique flavor."

"Is that so? I should have taught you not to play for too long before you finish your homework."

My mother just stared at me coldly, still replying in a cold voice, ignoring the hand that was
wantonly .

"Yes, yes, I'll do my homework as soon as I'm done playing."

I responded to my mother's lecture perfunctorily, slapping her ample breasts a few times before letting her go.

There was no rush; the night was still long.

"I'm hungry, go make me some food. Oh, and don't tidy your clothes, I really like
how ."

Hearing this, my mother stood up from the sofa, but her legs gave way and she almost fell. She
frowned , pursed her lips as if savoring something, and then, without much further reaction,
headed to the kitchen, her two trembling breasts still prominent.

I ate heartily at the table. Usually, the nanny cooked, and it had been a long time since I'd had my mother's cooking
. I must say, her skills were comparable to a star chef; it seemed I could fire the nanny
.

As I planned for the future, my eyes glanced at my mother. Watching my mother's elegant dining movements, her disheveled upper body
revealed a truly aristocratic air. No wonder
she was raised in a wealthy family; her manners were so different from ordinary people.

I wondered if she could maintain this air in bed. I leered at
my mother anticipating the night.

After finishing my meal, I sprawled on the sofa like Ge You, scrolling through news on my phone
. A headline caught my eye:

[Recently, in front of the Haoli Group building in our city, someone covered the square with roses, seemingly proposing marriage,
attracting onlookers.] I looked at the two people in the news report photos. Damn it, the woman was my mother
! And the other, a strikingly handsome man, knelt on one knee, holding roses in front of her. This scene was captured by
a photographer and published in the news.

I knew it! I knew it! Not coming home for so many days, ignoring her own son, she was definitely
out there messing around with other men! Those two scoundrels!

The violence I had just vented on my mother was reignited.

I strode up behind her as she washed the dishes, grabbed her shoulders, twisted her to my side, and slapped
her hard across the face. The sudden slap sent her staggering back a few steps; the five slap marks on her flawless, white
face were so conspicuous.

She merely glanced at me indifferently, turned back to washing the dishes, completely unconcerned about the beating.

It seemed her initial disregard for orders was still working.

Watching this scene, I felt like I was punching cotton; I suppressed my anger.
I whispered in my mother's ear, "Wait for me in your room later, completely naked!" Then

, after a moment's thought, I added, "Put on your black stockings."

Without waiting for her reply, I turned and left.

Using the information search function, I easily found the man's address.

Seeing me barge into his house, his first instinct was to call the police. But I simply said
, "Don't move," and he stopped.

"Tomorrow, run naked around the square in front of the Haoli Group building twenty times, making pig noises as you run. Oh,
and remember to call the media before you run."

Hearing my pronouncement of his social death, the man simply said, "I know," and went back to his
room. I couldn't be bothered with his follow-up and leisurely walked home.

Opening the front door, I looked around the first floor but couldn't find my mother. She must be waiting for me in
her room .

I grinned lewdly and headed upstairs to my mother's bedroom. Looks like tonight will be a sleepless night.

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