[Chaos. Love] Chapter One

Author: laoning123
Published on July 20, 2017 in the forum
First published on this site (No)
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Hello everyone, I am the author laoning123. This was
published a long time ago in the SIS forum before it was separated. Today I saw ant1990's "The Tragedy of the Beautiful-Legs Mom", a section of which is
based on my writing, but it's great, with more delicate and reasonable details.
All writing is plagiarism, and I myself have absorbed a lot from R and Tulip's work.
So here, please don't make things difficult for him. As the original author, I authorize ant1990 to
freely develop and edit the story based on the existing narrative, writing whatever he wants. Of course, I
also write a little bit myself when I have free time 　　. Since this was 　　written about 6 or 7 years ago, many 　　plot points may 　　seem outdated
. Thank you for watching. If you get an erection after reading it, that would be the best encouragement for an erotic writer
. Thank you! Please 　　also
support ant1990's "The Tragedy of a Beautiful-Legged Mother" and 　　wish ant1990 continued success in writing! ********** 　　... Lying opposite me, 　　a noble woman in a pink silk nightgown smiled, one hand propped against her head, seemingly unconcerned about 　　the glimpse of her exposed skin at the low neckline. It was as if she were appreciating a young man's shameless masturbation performance against his voluptuous body. 　　I stroked my thick, hard penis, gazing at the woman's large, soft, snow-white breasts, imagining 　　the alluring, wet opening beneath her disheveled nightgown, breathing heavily in a low voice. No verbal communication was needed. 　　The beautiful woman, seeing my desperate yet powerless state, her eyes darting around, playfully extended 　　a slender finger to my already swollen, purplish-red glans. A little clear fluid had already seeped from the urethral opening. She 　　gently grasped the terrifyingly large, hard shaft, its veins bulging. The uniquely smooth 　　, soft touch of a woman's hand sent a jolt of electricity through my spine, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine as I felt my lower body about to explode. 　　The beautiful, mature woman didn't speak, only used her small hands to wipe my penis. 　　She continued to carefully smear the overflowing prostatic fluid on the glans, then 　　deliberately and slowly picked up her index finger, covered in my fluids, right in front of me, and like an AV actress, put it in her mouth, constantly 　　stirring it with her tongue, digging into her mouth, not even bothering to wipe the saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, 　　sucking hard with a "plop" sound, bringing out a thin, shiny strand, her finger, mixed with saliva, 　　glistening under the light! 　　I felt like I had only imagined such a vivid AV scene in my dreams. Based on my reading experience, the next step 　　should be the foreplay of constantly playing with my penis, right? 　　She lowered her head slightly, opened her small mouth, and slowly dripped some glistening saliva, skillfully smearing it repeatedly on the glans 　　. I knew this would act as lubrication, ensuring the next potentially rapid hand friction would bring me 　　just the right amount of pleasure and pain. The fine strands of saliva, still clinging to her fingers, formed a ring around my lower body, deliberately slowing 　　her movements, as if to let me gradually adjust to the rhythm. 　　Her other small hand slipped under her skirt, gliding over her snow-white, fleshy thighs, and directly into her vagina. 　　Her index and ring fingers boldly parted her pink labia, her buttocks slightly raised, and her middle finger effortlessly 　　slid into a deep, fleshy opening, thrusting in and out, making a shameful "gurgling" 　　sound, like imitating sex. 　　Even then, she tilted her head back, satisfied, and played with her lower body with both hands at the same rhythm. 　　The fluid from her two fingers had already soaked a patch of the sheet, looking utterly decadent! 　　Her flowing black hair cascaded down her chest, flushed from arousal, mingling with the sweet scent of sweat that clung to her fair 　　neck. Her eyes were half-closed, moist at the corners, as if tears of pleasure were about to well up. Her nostrils flared slightly, 　　emitting soft, dreamlike moans from deep within her body. Her lips, seemingly dry 　　, licked her tender red lips with her tongue. Her wanton and seductive demeanor made me want to kiss her passionately. 　　The beautiful woman lay there, masturbating herself in front of me, completely unconcerned about her image. I 　　had to suppress the urge to immediately pin her down on the bed and rape her, but doing so would only tighten the 　　black rubber band binding the base of my penis, making my swollen, unreleased erection even more painful. 　　I asked painfully, "Is it really like this, Mom?" 　　The mature woman, immersed in the pleasure of masturbation, trembled at the word "Mom." "Am I 　　dreaming, Mom?" " 　　If you think it's a dream, then it is... baby... your daydream." 　　"But I..." 　　"Don't you like Mommy's body, hmm? ... But baby, you need to know, we are mother and son... Mother 　　and son can't do that... If baby really does that with Mommy..." " 　　It's incest, isn't it, Mommy... But I'm so uncomfortable." I deliberately grabbed the little hand that was stroking me, 　　straightened up, and stretched my purplish-red, shiny glans in front of my mother's pretty face, aiming at her cheek. It 　　was only a few centimeters away from her nostrils. The white, shiny semen flowing from the urethral opening, the scent of that long-awaited penis, 　　she should be able to smell how strong it was. 　　That raging, ravaged, and unfairly treated penis was right in front of my mother, swollen like that, pitifully 　　bound at the base by a ridiculous rubber band. It was so close that she could lick it with just the tip of her tongue.

The shaft was no longer a normal flushed red, but a purplish-red with bulging veins, covered in a white,
foamy, unidentified sticky substance. The black rubber band at the base, already tightly bound, had turned white;
I remembered reading that prolonged engorgement of the penis could damage it.
My mother stubbornly turned her head away, disappointingly adopting a stern yet loving
maternal expression, the kind she wore when disciplining her son. But I thought I saw a fleeting glint of desire in her eyes.
"That's to train my darling's stamina, my good darling..."
I truly didn't know if she was referring to me or praising the burning hot rod she held in her hand.
Seeing my pout and displeasure, Mom said again, "Okay...okay...good boy...don't be
angry with Mom...Mom will make it up to you..." As she spoke, she bent over and knelt on the bed, swaying her huge, teardrop-shaped breasts,
deliberately sliding over like a snake, twisting her supple waist and wrapping it around me. Her thighs
naturally clamped around my waist, making me unable to move. Mother and son were pressed
together in a sitting position facing each other.
Her huge, soft breasts rubbed against my chest, and even through the smooth fabric of her silk nightgown, I could feel
the changes in the hardness of the small protrusions on her chest. Her pink nipples, already hardened from arousal, playfully scraped against mine
. Mom rested her head on my shoulder and let out a low moan of pleasure. I knew that was also a male erogenous
zone, but I had never dared to imagine the immense pleasure that such stimulation would bring.
The smooth, fleshy touch of her upper body against mine, the skillful teasing of desire, coupled with the throbbing pain in my lower body, made me
let out a low, animalistic growl. "With Mom
using these methods, how could I resist?!" I desperately grabbed her two large, soft, teardrop-shaped breasts, the instant pleasure of touching them
fueling my lust even more. I frantically kneaded the flesh in my hands, shaping it in various ways. I reached down to remove
the soft, golden ring around my lower body, then pressed her beneath me, enjoying the soft
body pressed against me—to hell with all ethics and morality! If this is a dream, let me release my pent-up desire before waking up.
Just as I loosened the rubber band a crack, a soft little hand grabbed it, pulling it back onto that huge, fleshy
mound. At the same time, a bright red cherry-like mouth pressed against my lips, her voice muffled:
"Baby, you can't do this… Do you want Mommy to ignore you later?"
Hearing this, I could only painfully endure the movement. My mother's small, adorable tongue had already slipped into my mouth and begun to
wreak havoc, teasing my tongue, its soft tip scraping against my teeth, like a young girl carefully
brushing her teeth for her lover.
"This is Mommy's French kiss, baby, do you like it?"
I was lost in my mother's clearly insincere, intoxicating French kiss. My lower body felt as if it were enveloped in a warm
, smooth embrace, making my body tremble, yet also sending a strange, stimulating pleasure through me.
I tried to open my eyes to see, but my mother's hot, wet lips kept landing on my forehead and the corners
of my eyes with kisses. Her tongue licked my long eyelashes, which I was so proud of inheriting from her, and her fragrant saliva teased
my eyelids, making it impossible to open them.
I stole a glance at the feeling of her enveloping my lower body. My mother's nimble hands were now
draped with a stocking, the black, sheer stockings on her small hands then over my penis, repeatedly
pulling the foreskin of my large glans back to its base. The stockings hissed against my genitals, the small hands rubbing my glans—a different
kind of slippery stimulation. Around the elastic band, her small hands gently massaged from my testicles down to my groin.
Her cute little kitten mouth licked my earlobe, a few strands of hair tickling my face.
The seductive voice of my mother whispered in my ear : "Do you like Mommy's stockings?"
The prolonged stimulation sent waves of urge to erupt washing over me. For my mother's "endurance plan," and for the
sake of my male pride, I gritted my teeth and persevered.
Her other small hand, like the way I loved peeking at my mother putting on stockings,
gently moved along my shaft, slowly pulling back the damned rubber band. The stockinged hand continued
to play with my testicles unseen, squeezing them like an old man in the park turning walnuts, occasionally
gently pushing the small balls inside along the folds with its fingertips.
With a soft "pop," the damned black rubber band finally came out. The blood that had been engorged but stuck inside
surged wildly back into my penis. The shaft swelled, but I felt no joy whatsoever.
That terrifyingly beautiful hand, which allowed me to enjoy the feel of stockings while simultaneously feeling the warmth of my mother's palm,
was now moving rapidly, no longer slow and gentle, but quick and fast, stroking my erect penis up and down,
each time pulling the foreskin all the way back before pulling it back up, while also using the soft flesh of her thumb and forefinger to care for every inch of the shaft, making me
feel so good that my mind went blank and my ejaculation was about to begin. I didn't know that my mother's handjob skills were so superb.
"Aren't you going to cum yet, you little rascal... Remember to say it when you come out... You can cum in Mommy's mouth."
Cum in Mommy's mouth... Cum! ... Cum in her mouth! ... Oh.
"I... I'm... almost... I can't take it anymore..." I said intermittently, trying to hold back the pleasure of ejaculation.
"Baby, not yet..." As if sensing the irregular throbbing of my penis in her hand, my mother's alert
little hand tightened, two fingers gripping the shaft to prevent me from ejaculating so easily, while slowing down the frequency to
reduce the stimulation to the shaft. Then Mom looked up at me with a seductive smile, opened her small mouth, buried her head between my legs
, and contentedly took my penis into her mouth, sucking on it with lewd "glug glug" sounds. Mom's oral sex skills
were terrifying; in less than five seconds, my waist loosened, "Mom...Mom...I...can't take it anymore... I'm going
to...cum."
Hearing this, Mom's violent head-shaking movements slowed, her loose hair tucked behind her ears, and she gave
me a lewd look while still holding my penis in her mouth. She slightly opened her mouth, her red cherry lips and pearly teeth gently holding my large,
purplish-black penis, which was covered in saliva and semen. She continued to slowly stroke my penis back and forth with her mouth,
her eyes looking at me with seductive eyes, as if saying, "Cum inside...Cum inside...Cum into your beloved mother's mouth!"
No need to hold back! With a roar, a bright white light flashed before my eyes, and I shot out all my filthy male essence
! Shooted into Mom's mouth!
A surge of heat, unlike anything I'd ever felt before, rushed down my spine, causing me to tremble involuntarily. Inexplicably
, I grabbed a handful of sheets. The sheets were warm and damp, leaving my hands
sticky. This heat... this was where my mother had been sitting while giving me oral sex.
Was all this moisture on my hands her sweat and vaginal fluid?
At first, my mother held my penis deep in her mouth. Because I had held back for so long, my ejaculation was so intense that it felt like it
went deep into her throat. She seemed to choke, spitting out some of the shaft, but still desperately sucking
on the head. My ejaculation was so much that her small mouth couldn't hold it all;
some thick white semen dripped from the corners of her mouth, yet she continued to suck, her cheeks contorted with pleasure.
I endured the intense pleasure, gently stroking my mother's smooth hair, like petting a docile kitten.
My mother gave me a knowing look, her alluring eyes seeming to say, "At least you still have a conscience."
Waves of pleasure washed over me, making me drowsy.
I closed my eyes, savoring the culmination of my long-suppressed pleasure, gently stroking my mother's
smooth, black hair, playfully twirling strands with my fingers.
"Little pervert, you shot so much! Feeling good now? Did you enjoy Mommy's service? Or, shall we do it again
?" The first thing I saw when I opened my tired eyes was a wicked, seductive face, her small mouth agape, brimming
with white semen, a few drops of which I had ejaculated onto her face and hair. But this
lustful face wasn't my mother's. "Aunt Fei Fei!?" ＊
...

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