[The Cowardly Sex Slave Mother] (Chapter Two: A Struggling Heart)

Author: hedaojunvip
Published: January 13, 2015 (Or Forum 001) 　　 First 　　published 　　 on 　　 this 　　site
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**************** 　　... 　　 "Yo...ha...isn't this Brother Da? Bringing your son along, are you trying to show off or what?" I had just 　　arrived at the bar's door, not even having a chance to go inside, when I heard a voice behind me. The voice sounded 　　a bit hoarse. 　　 I didn't need to turn around; I knew who it was just by the voice. The man was called Tiger Head, 　　the third most important figure in my dad's gang. Like my dad, he was a thug, and my dad's sworn enemy. A few years ago, 　　he was the only one in the gang with real power as the top thug, but ever since my dad took a bullet for the old gang leader, 　　he'd risen to his level. So, Tiger Head was full of resentment and bitterness towards my dad, constantly causing 　　trouble for him. If it weren't for the old gang leader, my dad and Tiger Head would have already fought. 　　 Because of my father, he dislikes me in many ways, and I don't like him either. I 　　might not have been able to beat him when I was younger, but things are different now. If we fought, I might not 　　lose, because he's over fifty and has some ailments from years of fighting, 　　while I'm young and strong—youth has its advantages. 　　 "Old man, whether I come or not is none of your business. Go cool off somewhere else," 　　I said, turning to him before my father could speak. I've never had a good name for him; not calling him "old 　　codger" is already being kind. Since I don't know what my father's troubles are, I haven't 　　argued with him too much. 　　 "You…you little bastard, believe it or not, I'll beat you up!" Although my words were weaker than usual 　　, Tiger Head's face turned red and then pale with anger as he retorted, looking 　　like he was about to attack. 　　 "Bang..." A sudden, soft thud rang out. When I looked closely, I was 　　stunned. Tiger Head had been kicked to the ground by my father. What stunned me wasn't that my father could defeat the gang's 　　number one fighter, but that he would actually do it. My father had always been courteous to Tiger Head 　　, avoiding any potential offense. A few words like this had happened before, but 　　I'd never seen him actually fight, at least not. 　　 "You're the real bastard, go cool off somewhere else," my father said after kicking him down. 　　 "You...you...you just wait and see!" Tiger Head, helped up by two henchmen, was furious, his eyes practically 　　bulging out of their sockets. But he didn't attack, nor did he go into the bar. Instead, he left with a harsh remark and turned to leave with his 　　two henchmen. 　　 "Let's go, let's go in," my father said, pulling me, still somewhat dazed, into the bar. 　　 After arriving at the bar, I went off to hang out with some thugs by myself, leaving my dad to handle his business 　　. Not long after, I learned from the thugs what my dad was talking about. 　　I was shocked to find out. 　　 Now I understood why my dad dared to attack Tiger Head earlier. It turned out the gang's old leader was in 　　the hospital and on his deathbed, so he asked my dad to manage the gang. In other words, if the old leader died 　　, my dad would become the gang leader. This was something I never imagined before—could a simpleton like my dad really be 　　the leader? He was only third in rank after the old leader. 　　 Knowing the whole story, I felt relieved. I knew my dad's so-called problems stemmed 　　from some dissatisfaction within the gang, including Tiger Head's men, causing some chaos. However, I wasn't worried about Tiger Head himself. 　　He was just someone with some connections and influence. As long as the gang's second-in-command, Strategist Dog Head, 　　was helping my dad, I didn't need to worry about anything. 　　 Seeing the strategist's attitude towards my dad, I realized he was probably sent by the old gang leader to assist him. Knowing this 　　, I stopped thinking about it and just sang and drank with a bunch of thugs. 　　 Around 11 PM, I really lost interest, so I said goodbye to my dad and 　　went straight home. Usually, when I go to the gang's bar with my dad, I stay until the next morning, 　　but today, for some reason, even as I was having fun, I kept thinking about my mom, and the dizziness from drinking made 　　the longing even stronger. 　　 I'd never had such thoughts before; maybe it was the comforting feeling of hugging my mom today that lingered in my mind 　　. Anyway, I got on the bus home. 　　 My house isn't too far from the bar, only a ten-minute drive. 　　 Before leaving this time, I took the spare key, so I didn't need to ring the doorbell; I just took it out and 　　opened the door. When the door opened, it was pitch black inside, without a single light, and the house was completely silent 　　. I figured Mom was already asleep. Thinking of Mom reminded me of her alluring breasts and her luscious 　　body. 　　 Slightly emboldened by the alcohol, I couldn't help but walk towards Mom's bedroom. Having drunk 　　quite a bit of beer at the bar, I was still feeling a little dizzy. When I arrived at Mom's bedroom, the door wasn't locked, 　　and I easily opened it. The autumn night was bright, and 　　the moonlight streaming through the window allowed me to vaguely see what was inside.

The moonlight faintly illuminated my mother's body. She was turned to the side, her back to the door, her body bent over.
In the moonlight, I could see one of her hands resting between her pink thighs. I didn't find anything
particularly unusual about it, nor did I think of anything sexual; I just assumed she was asleep, lying in bed unaware that
the door was open, and unlikely to expect my return at this time.
Thinking this, I immediately turned on the light. The light
illuminated every corner of the room, and what stood out most was my mother. Her luscious, round
buttocks were facing me, standing outside the door. With the light on, I noticed her body trembling slightly,
especially her large buttocks.
Perhaps I had drunk a bit too much, and I didn't take it to heart. Right now, I just wanted to relive
that blissful feeling of holding my mother before dinner—a feeling I still can't forget. Thinking
of this, I tiptoed to the bedside, placed my hand on my mother's shoulder, and tried to turn her around
. But when my hand touched her delicate shoulder, I realized I hadn't been mistaken; my mother was genuinely
trembling, not just my vision blurring from drinking too much.
"Mom… what's wrong? Have you caught a cold? Why are you shaking all over?"
I immediately asked, feeling my mother's trembling. Although my concern for my mother wasn't as great as her love for me, I still
respected, cared for, and loved her very much. After all, she was my biological mother, a
good mother who would rather suffer herself to bring me into this world. Seeing that she might be sick, my concern was completely genuine.
"Hmm...hmm..." Hearing my concerned and urgent question, Mom didn't turn around. She just
kept her back to me, answering in a soft, stammering voice, sounding like
a woman moaning during sex. She wasn't moving at all, only her trembling body didn't
stop.
"Then I'll take you to see a doctor." I didn't think too much about Mom's moaning answer, but
just spoke again with concern, and started to help her up.
"No...no...I, I'll sleep...sleep for a bit and...be fine." Hearing me help her up, Mom
immediately turned her flushed face to me, speaking to me in a fearful and evasive voice.
"No way. A small illness can become a big one if left untreated; that's what you taught me!" Hearing my mother say that a
good night's sleep would cure the illness, I immediately disagreed, retorting with a stern rebuke. I even brought up the things she used to lecture me when I was little,
giving her a harsh lecture with a serious face, as if I would forcibly
take her to the hospital if she didn't agree.
"Then...then...wait until I change my clothes, you can go out first, okay?" Seeing my resolute expression, my mother
took a deep breath and said softly in her beautiful, melodious voice, her tone tinged with pleading.
"Alright then, I'll wait for you outside." Hearing my mother say that, and looking at her now, wearing
a nightgown that almost revealed half of her full breasts, it would indeed
be inappropriate to go out like that. So I could only agree. After saying that, I left the room and waited quietly outside the door.
Alone at the door, I thought about my mother's alluring appearance in the room and
the events before dinner that day, and I fell into deep thought.
I knew my mother was beautiful, but I only had the love between a mother and son for her;
there was no romantic love whatsoever. So I only admired her beauty and had absolutely no
improper thoughts. However, because of the hug earlier… After my mother became erect, I realized I still had
some improper thoughts about her, but I didn't show it, nor did I dare to.
I didn't want to do anything to betray my mother and my foolish father. Although even if I slept with her,
my father wouldn't say anything, I still didn't want to hurt my poor mother. She
had already suffered enough from my father's long-term heartlessness. Perhaps I was her only obsession in this world. If I
slept with her, would she be heartbroken? Would she commit suicide? If that happened,
I would have no way to regret it, because if it weren't for my mother, I wouldn't be alive today
. Although I'm usually a bit harsh with her, that's because she and Dad spoiled me. Deep down, I
love my mother very much, even more than I love my father.
After waiting for about ten minutes, the door opened, and
my mother came out wearing a bohemian long dress. In the dress, she looked like a mature young woman, with
her half-exposed arm and her mature yet youthful face, exuding
an indescribable mature charm. Coupled with her timid and hesitant demeanor, as if afraid of making a mistake
, she seemed even more endearing.
It was at that moment that I truly began to look at her seriously. Perhaps all along I've only considered her my mother,
neglecting her beauty as a woman. Only now do I realize she's a woman, a
woman I can't resist. This is the first time since puberty that I've felt sexual desire for a woman over thirty, and this
woman who guided my desire for mature women is my own mother. Even someone as audacious as me
feels unbearable shame at this moment.
Falling in love with my mother makes me worried, even more so, lost. My worry isn't about incest, but about my
love for her. Because I love her, I don't want to hurt her. If I didn't love her, I wouldn't care
about her feelings at all; I'd just take her right here and now.
"What are you thinking about?" My mother, seeing my dazed and confused state, came over and took my
hands, which I didn't know where to put, and asked softly.
"Come on... let's go, I'll go to the hospital with you." Holding my mother's hand, I stammered, somewhat at a loss, just like my mother had done before.
At this moment, I was in a very bad mood; I had drunk quite a bit at the bar.
Now that I'm completely sober, the clearer my feelings for my mother become. On one
hand, I don't want to hurt my kind mother, and on the other hand, I really want her.
"No need, I told you I'd be fine after a good night's sleep. Look how much better I am now, I just need to take
some more medicine. It's the middle of the night, I think you must be tired too.
How about this, if I'm still not feeling well when I wake up tomorrow, then we'll go to the hospital, okay?" Although my mother had changed her clothes, judging from her attitude, she still didn't want to
go to the hospital. Perhaps it was because she saw my serious and resolute reaction in the room earlier and didn't dare to contradict me
, but now seeing my dazed and silly appearance, she immediately took the opportunity to persuade me.
"Then...I...I'll sleep with you tonight. If...if you still feel unwell, I'll take
you to the hospital." After listening to my mother's persuasion, I turned to look at her again. Indeed, my mother
was much better than she had been in the room earlier. Although her face was still a little flushed, it meant that she was alright.
Her flushed face made her look more like she was experiencing romantic feelings than being sick. But I didn't know any of
that. I just felt that my mother might be a little better than before, but she still had some signs of catching a cold. So
I didn't insist anymore, but I was still worried, so I said I would sleep with her. After saying that, I looked at her expectantly
.
I had come to my mother's room quietly tonight with the intention of holding her to sleep.
When I came back, I didn't think too much about it, but when my mother was changing clothes in the room, I thought too much. The more I thought,
the more restrained I became. If she weren't my beloved mother, maybe I wouldn't be so
hesitant. Maybe...there aren't that many maybes in this world. I shouldn't think too much.
"Well...well...okay, I'll go run a bath for you. You smell of alcohol, it won't be comfortable for you to sleep like this."
With that, she walked towards the bathroom.
Watching my mother turn around, her round, full buttocks, encased in her long dress
, swaying towards me, my penis involuntarily hardened. Before, I hadn't paid much attention to my mother
, so I hadn't noticed, but now, paying attention, I realized my desire for her was
a passion I never imagined.
"Okay, the water's ready." Before I could think further, I heard my mother say as she came out of the bathroom.
"I'll get my clothes and come right away," I replied immediately.
I went back to my room, grabbed my clothes, and headed to the bathroom. When I got there, my mother wasn't there; she must have gone back to her room. I didn't think too much about it and finished my shower in a few minutes 　　. Afterward,
I put on my pajamas and went to my mother's room. 　　 When I opened the door, there was no light inside, and I couldn't see anyone in the moonlight. After turning 　　on the light and confirming that Mom wasn't in the room, I ran around the house looking for her. When I returned to my room 　　, I found Mom already waiting for me. 　　 "Mom, I thought you were missing! I looked everywhere for you!" Seeing Mom, my heart finally 　　settled down. I hadn't found her in her room and thought she had broken her promise and run away, not 　　wanting to sleep with me. Now, seeing her waiting for me in my room, I was so excited, like 　　I had stepped in the only dog in the world. With a mix of 　　excitement and joy, I grinned foolishly at Mom lying on my bed. 　　 "Hehe... Come and go to sleep after your shower." Hearing her son's concern, her face showed 　　a smile that was rarely seen. The smile was so beautiful, pure and ethereal, a pure 　　expression of a mother's love for her son. She smiled gently at me, who was still standing outside the door 　　.

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