[Oedipus Complex - A Brand Imprint on the Heart] Chapter Two

Author: biohazrd
January 6, 2017
Published on: Forum
First Publication: Yes
Word Count: 11022
From now on, my verified pen name is 【心慯悔懷】
Chapter Two: Darkening (Part 1)
I didn't reveal my feelings for my mother to her. Instead, I continued as usual, living my life as before
. Because I knew that even if I confessed to her, she wouldn't accept me; it would only
create a rift between us.
Even if I forced myself on her, I would only get her body; her heart would already
be occupied by another man. Doing so would only push her towards that man faster. Even if she
wouldn't sue me because I'm her son, I might lose her.
Rather than losing everything for a moment of pleasure, it's better to plan slowly. At least my mother is still at home, and I
can still see her often; at least I still have a chance.
I lived a few weeks as if nothing had happened. I
wondered if my mother had realized I knew about her affair. These past few weeks, she hadn't been working much overtime, and there were no traces of semen on her clothes or stockings.
Several times, when she walked around the house naked, I carefully examined her neck, but there was nothing unusual
.
I asked her about it, and she told me she was already familiar with her job, so she
didn't need to work overtime as often. At first, I was genuinely worried that my mother had discovered something. If
so, she might want to find a suitable opportunity to confess everything and formally tell me she was going to
be with another man. If
it really came to that, it would be very bad for me, because if she got approval, she
would definitely have no more scruples, which would be a huge blow to me. I initially thought so too, and I was
prepared for my mother's storm of anger. However, after observing her, I realized I was wrong. I
couldn't see the conflicted and tense feeling of wanting to reveal a secret in her expression. Perhaps I wasn't shrewd enough,
or perhaps she was good at hiding it.
Several weeks passed, and my mother didn't say anything to me, proving my worries were unnecessary
. My mother hadn't discovered that I knew about her affair, which was good news for me. There were many things
I could do secretly now.
One day, on my way home from school, just as I was nearing my house, I bumped into
Xiao Cheng, who used to live in the same building as me. Xiao Cheng, Fang Weicheng, was my childhood friend. When we were little
, many residents in my building had children, so we often played together.
Fang Weicheng was two years older than me, but since the aunties and uncles in the neighborhood all called him Xiao Cheng, I
got used to calling him that too. At that time, he happened to live on the floor directly below mine
, which is probably how we met. We were very close. Xiao Cheng was very smart and had good grades.
He even tutored me when I was in junior high school. Unfortunately, three years ago, Xiao Cheng suddenly moved away
without saying goodbye or a word. He just disappeared quietly.
Gradually, time faded my impression of Xiao Cheng, and now I can only
recall his face by remembering his name. I never expected to run into him in the neighborhood today. I thought we
would never meet again in this vast world.
Xiao Cheng looked much more mature than he did three years ago, having shed some of his youthful naiveté. Judging by his age, he
should be in university now. University is like half of society; it's normal to grow up.
"Xiao Cheng?" When I first confirmed it was Xiao Cheng, my face was filled with shock. I never expected to 　　meet him again
under these circumstances . 　　"Xiao Zhuang? Is that really you?" 　　"It's been so long! I almost didn't recognize you. I didn't expect you to grow so tall. I remember 　　you were such a little guy back then," Xiao Cheng said happily. 　　"You're the little guy! I don't think you were much taller back then either." 　　"Haha, anyway, I'm taller than you." 　　"Tch, how about we have a competition now?" 　　The awkwardness of not seeing each other for so long disappeared a lot in our playful banter. Xiao Cheng punched me in the chest 　　. "How have you been lately? How's your studies and life?" 　　"Not really. I'm not as smart as you, and I'm such a good student. You should have gotten into a top 　　university by now." 　　Hearing my words, Xiao Cheng wasn't as happy as I expected. Instead, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he smiled bitterly. 　　"So-so. " 　　I didn't see the insincerity in Xiao Cheng's words and thought he just didn't do well on the exam. "It's okay, it's just 　　university. There are many successful people in this society who didn't go to university." 　　"With your brains, you'd be doing really well even without a college degree," 　　I said, changing the subject. "By the way, where do you live now?" 　　"Well, I live on xxx Street, not far from here. It's close to my workplace. 　　" "Work? Weren't you in college?" 　　"I quit. I got into a third-rate school and gave up. I figured I might as well start working sooner." 　　"So how's your job now?" I didn't bring up why Xiao Cheng had quit. Everyone has 　　their choices, and it's not appropriate for outsiders to pry. 　　I noticed a flicker of tenderness in Xiao Cheng's eyes. "I really like my job. I should thank 　　you, actually." 　　"Thank me? Thank me for what?" I asked, a little confused. 　　But Xiao Cheng didn't answer my question. "Alright, it's getting late. I'll head back now. We can talk again sometime 　　." 　　"Oh, how about coming over for dinner tonight?" 　　"No, thank you, I have something to do." 　　"Oh, okay then, let's get together for dinner sometime." 　　"We'll see, I'm off."

Before leaving, Xiao Cheng gave me a strange look, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I had a feeling that Xiao Cheng was
hiding something from me, something related to me.
When I got home, I was surprised to find my mother there. Usually, she should be at work at this time.
"Mom? Why are you home so early today?"
My mother was taken aback when she saw me, then casually replied, "I was signing a contract with a client today, so I came
back on the way. I have to go back later.
" "It's so late, and you still have to go back to work?"
"Work, I can't help it."
"Mom, didn't you say you were already familiar with the company's business and didn't need to work overtime often?"
I saw a hint of surprise flash across my mother's eyes, then she smiled and said, "Not often, but sometimes I still
have to."
"Oh, so is Mom coming home tonight?"
"Probably not. You can take care of dinner yourself. I left the money on the table."
After saying that, my mother straightened her clothes, picked up her handbag, and left.
Watching my mother's graceful figure, a bad feeling rose in my heart. My intuition told me
that Mom's visit wasn't just a simple stopover.
Suddenly, I smelled a scent in the house—not a foul odor, but a pleasant fragrance, like
the air freshener we often use. But that stuff is a chemical, and inhaling too much is bad for you, so
I rarely use it.
Why would Mom use air freshener? Why would she spray it for no reason? There's only
one possibility: Mom is trying to mask some smell.
Sure enough, although it was faint, and the air freshener scent dominated, I still
detected a strange odor in the air.
Suddenly, some terrible possibilities flashed through my mind. I rushed to the balcony and grabbed
the clothes Mom had just changed out of on the washing machine. As expected, her underwear and stockings were stained with semen, and they were still
very fresh, the stains not even dry. Clearly, Mom had just finished with a man and taken them off.
That means Mom had just brought a man home and had sex with him in the house.
A surge of anger welled up inside me. I hated it!!! Why!!! Why did you do this, Mom?
Cheating is one thing, but bringing a man home to sleep with is another. After Dad disappeared, this home
became our haven, a bridge between us. Now even that's been taken over.
"Ah—ah—"
I suddenly felt betrayed. I
clutched Mom's sexy lace panties and flesh-colored stockings tightly in my hands, the bulging veins on the back of my hands a testament to my anger and resentment.
Yet, I felt helplessly stifled, my anger unable to find an outlet.
I immediately rushed out of the house. I had to find Mom. I had to know which man had stolen my mother away
. I couldn't take it anymore.
Because I was in so much pain. The thought of my beloved mother bringing her lover home,
having her breasts fondled, every inch of her skin licked, and having his ugly penis inserted
into the place where I was born... every time I thought about it, I couldn't control my anger.
Was I jealous?
No, I'm not jealous. I'm thinking about how to get revenge on the man who stole my mother. I want him
to experience a hundred times more torment than I'm feeling right now. I want him to wish he were dead.
But my mother has been out for fifteen minutes, and I know very well that even if I go to her company now,
she won't be there.
I just… don't want to give up…
I walk aimlessly down the street, not knowing what I'm doing. Knowing I won't find her,
I still struggle. What am I hoping for?
Maybe not finding her is for the best; at least I won't have to confront the fact that my mother is cheating. Only
I know that I'm just deceiving myself…
I don't know how long I've been wandering the streets. I just watch the crowd around me thin out until
only a handful remain, wandering aimlessly. I look at them and wonder how many of them are like me,
unsure of their place because their mothers are seeing someone else?
After reaching the peak of anger, all that's left is empty sorrow.
For someone like me, it's mostly sadness. My mother was taken away, and I could only helplessly watch,
unable to stop it, wandering aimlessly in the streets.
Just as I was about to end this aimless, zombie-like existence and head home,
at the intersection, my mother suddenly emerged, arm in arm with a strange man,
chatting and laughing with him.
Unfortunately, it was already dark, and I could only recognize my mother. Looking at the man's back,
for some reason, I felt a sense of familiarity, as if I'd seen him somewhere before. And the impression was quite vivid; it seemed like I
'd seen him recently.
But I couldn't quite place him. A silhouette appeared in my mind, and I wanted to rush over to
see who it was, but when I reached my feet, I couldn't take the step. I was afraid.
In the end, I couldn't bring myself to take that step, watching helplessly as my mother's figure disappeared from my sight
.
I dragged my weary body home. The empty house felt desolate, as if telling the story of how this family
was about to fall apart.
I curled up on the sofa, no longer knowing what I wanted. I hated, I hated the
man who took my mother away, but I hated myself even more. I didn't even dare to go forward and see who that man was.
"Ah—ah—"
All sorts of resentment welled up inside me—I hated heaven, I hated earth, I hated myself, I hated everything. The bitterness and resentment in my chest had nowhere
to go. I even had suicidal thoughts.
But the moment I gripped the handle, I hesitated. I was afraid, afraid of death.
I laughed self-deprecatingly. Now I didn't even have the courage to commit suicide, what else could I do?
As the saying goes, if you don't have a goal you'd die for, then you have no motivation to live.
If I can't even die, what's the point of living?
Just then, a breeze blew in from the balcony, making a soft "whoosh" sound, as if something had been knocked over. I followed
the sound and found a photo frame on a shelf.
I picked it up, and my mother's and my smiling faces immediately came into view. It seemed like
a photo taken a long time ago; I looked so innocent and carefree, and my mother so dignified and beautiful. Looking at
my mother's face in the photo, I was captivated.
Then it dawned on me: yes, I still have my mother; I can't give up. Yes, I'm cowardly enough to
lack even the courage to commit suicide, but how many people in this world aren't afraid of death? I am cowardly, but
that's just fear of loss. I'm afraid to see my mother's lewd appearance. What I truly fear is, when I
see my mother being fucked, making lewd moans, revealing an incredibly lascivious side, will I still
be able to maintain that pure feeling towards her?
Perhaps I needed to completely shatter my illusions about my mother before I could rebuild myself.
I knew that complaining was useless; while I was in so much pain that I wanted to commit suicide, my mother was probably
under that man, being vigorously penetrated by his penis.
Continuing to be cowardly would only mean watching helplessly as my mother fell into another man's arms; it was better
to face it bravely.
So, I decided that I needed to see my mother being violated firsthand. Only then could I ignite
my anger. What I needed now wasn't reason, but impulsiveness, a reckless impulse.
A few days later, I finally caught my mother using the excuse of working overtime to meet that man again
. As soon as she left, I followed her. I didn't
bother to disguise myself. Although I was careful, I'm not a professional; someone more vigilant would have noticed
something amiss long ago.
However, my mother smiled throughout, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, as if lost
in her own world. I secretly watched my mother's expectant face, a surge of resentment rising within me. A fierce
anger welled up inside me; I realized, without my noticing, my mother had fallen so deeply.
It seemed I would have to put in even more effort to win her back.
After a long while, my mother walked into a commercial building similar to ours. Suddenly, a man
emerged from inside. Because I dared not get too close for fear of being discovered by my mother, I didn't see his face clearly.
But that familiar feeling, like when I saw his back last time, returned; it felt like I'd seen him somewhere before.
I followed my mother inside. Was this that man's house? Was my mother going to his house
for a rendezvous?
Strangely, as I walked up the stairs, I didn't see my mother.
How could she have walked so fast in such a short time? Could it be that my mother realized she was being followed and deliberately disappeared? That didn't make sense.
In her infatuated state, she wouldn't care about anyone else.
Unable to find any trace of my mother, a sense of dejection crept over me. It seemed today's attempt had failed.
Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a strange sound. Because
there was hardly anyone moving around in the building at that time, the entire corridor was very quiet. I had been thinking about my mother and
hadn't noticed it.
Now it sounded strange; it didn't sound like the wind, but more like a person's cry.
I immediately followed the sound and came to a stairwell in a fire escape; the sound was coming from there
. With a nervous heart, I went inside.
The sound grew louder, and as I got closer, I finally found my mother
's figure in the corridor between the first and second floors.
In the dimly lit corridor, my mother was bent over, her hands resting on the handrail.
Her black skirt was pulled up above her buttocks, revealing her plump, pinkish-white buttocks. A pair of large hands gripped her
plump buttocks, and the owner of those hands was thrusting wildly behind her.
With each powerful thrust, my mother let out an alluring moan.
"Oh...ah...don't be so rough..." "Gently...oh..."
Although Mom's voice was pleading, her body didn't slow down at all. At this moment,
Mom truly embodied the idiom "wasp waist and pert buttocks." Her
slender waist, so disproportionate to her age, swayed like a water snake, combined with her full, round buttocks, seemingly doing everything she could to accommodate
the man's thrusts behind her.
Mom's top was pulled up to almost her shoulders, and the slight slippage of her bra proved that she
had engaged in foreplay with the man earlier. Her two large, plump breasts swayed in the air, seemingly defying gravity, quite dazzling
.
I had never seen Mom like this before. Her eyes were glazed, her face showing a comfortable and eager expression. Her
swaying waist was only to accommodate the man behind her, her pert buttocks completely exposing her private parts to him
, her trembling legs spurting out lustful fluids, utterly lewd.
Was this still my mother? The dignified, beautiful, and revered mother who raised me single-handedly—was
this lewd, depraved woman before me, posing so shamefully to please the man behind her, truly the same
person?
In that instant, the image of my great mother shattered. My mother was, in fact, such a
wanton woman.
But why did my heart ache so much? Hadn't I come here to shatter my pride,
my arrogance, and my longing for my mother? Now that I'd achieved my goal, why? Why
was my heart still not redeemed, but instead plunged into even greater torment?
I refused to let myself go. As I slowly peeked out to see the man's face clearly, I almost suffocated
. That face, that figure—I finally understood why I'd felt a strange familiarity so many times.
How could I forget? Because behind my mother, the man fucking her, was none other than my former
best friend, Xiao Cheng.
I suddenly felt an urge to laugh, a laugh more painful than tears, my heart bleeding.
It was Xiao Cheng! How could it be Xiao Cheng? Why was it Xiao Cheng?
Hahaha, it was Xiao Cheng! It was Xiao Cheng! My best friend, truly the best!
I repeated the word "best" heavily, my teeth almost breaking from clenching them. I felt betrayed
. I desperately wanted to rush over, grab Xiao Cheng, and ask him why. Having no siblings, I once considered
Xiao Cheng my best friend, my brother. Even when he suddenly moved away without a word, I never forgot
him. I genuinely considered Xiao Cheng my only true confidant.
Yet this so-called best friend, my confidant, was right in front of me, grabbing my mother's buttocks and
forcefully inserting his penis into the place where I was born, without any regard for the passage—
the place that brought his best friend into this world.
Hehehe, my heart felt as if it had been ripped out and sliced apart layer by layer with a knife.
I endured it all without uttering a sound. I didn't disturb the lewd couple. I wanted to watch them finish,
to see how Xiao Cheng would toy with my mother. I wanted to destroy the last shred of hope I had for my mother,
to destroy my friendship with Xiao Cheng, and finally, to destroy myself.
Only in this way could I be reborn, rising from the ashes.
I watched silently as Xiao Cheng flipped my mother over, pressed her against the wall, spread her legs, and
began teasing her pubic area with his fingers. Under her wet pubic hair, vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs. I
watched as Xiao Cheng's fingers casually slipped between her legs, and my mother offered no resistance,
allowing him to ravage her genitals.
Watching this scene, I felt no emotion whatsoever.
Was my heart dead? No!!! Of course not!!!
Suddenly, I heard Xiao Cheng speak to my mother. His voice wasn't loud, but in the empty hallway, I could hear him clearly
.
"Meiqing, you're so sensitive down there. Even a light touch makes you wet so much.
" "Ugh—" "It's all your fault, ah…" Hearing Xiaocheng's words, Mom lowered
her head coquettishly, but Xiaocheng's fingers were still sliding back and forth on her vulva, causing her to cry out involuntarily.
"It's not my fault. You can only blame Aunt Meiqing for being so sensitive.
" "I…"
"Ah—"
Suddenly, Mom's body trembled with excitement, her legs slightly closing. Looking at Xiaocheng, she seemed to be scolding him:
"Why did you suddenly…insert it…?"
Xiaocheng didn't let Mom continue. Instead, while Mom was speaking, he inserted his finger into her
vagina. The tight vagina, suddenly invaded by a foreign object, instinctively contracted, and her breathing
quickened.
"Meiqing, look at your body, isn't it very sensitive? I only inserted one finger, and you reacted so
strongly," Xiaocheng said with a mocking laugh, "Even your vagina tightened, gripping my finger."
"No...no...I...oh...oh..."
"Xiao Cheng, you..."
Xiao Cheng's fingers weren't just rapidly thrusting in and out of his mother's vagina; he was using them to probe and rub
the inner walls of her vagina, like stirring, digging into her flesh.
The intense stimulation caused his mother to moan repeatedly, but in Xiao Cheng's eyes, that wasn't enough. He didn't let
his mother rest for a moment, and suddenly inserted another finger into her vagina. Although
the space for movement was much smaller with two fingers compared to one, it allowed for a more direct experience of
the friction between the fingers and the vaginal walls.
Obviously, after getting used to the first finger, the two fingers, although more stimulating, were still barely
bearable for his mother. Xiao Cheng naturally noticed his mother's state, and before her vagina could even adjust to two fingers, he
inserted a third finger.
This caused his mother to scream, "Ah—Xiao Cheng—why suddenly—three—fingers—I
—can't—take—it—!"
The mother's seemingly painful moans elicited no pity from Xiao Cheng. His fingers
continued their relentless thrusting, a tempestuous barrage of pleasure causing her to gush forth a torrent of fluid.
"Ah... um... uh... oh..."
"Oh—if you keep doing this—I—can't—take—it—anymore—!"
Large amounts of fluid gushed from the mother's vagina, spraying onto the floor as if it were free
, soaking a large patch beneath her. With a gasp
, the mother could no longer withstand the intense stimulation, and a jet of fluid erupted from her.
"Sizzle—sizzle—"
It sounded like a man urinating standing up, but the difference was that what Mom was spraying out was genuine vaginal fluid. Even in
adult films, very few actresses could pull this off; most just put a water-filled container inside the vagina for visual effect
. But Mom's was real, authentic vaginal fluid. It was hard to imagine how Mom could secrete
so much fluid. They say women are made of water, and Mom was a supplier of vaginal fluid.
Even Xiao Cheng was shocked by Mom's vaginal fluid. After Mom's orgasm, he stood there frozen for a moment. After a
while, Mom's limp body slumped down, causing Xiao Cheng's fingers to slip out of Mom's vagina.
Looking at his hands covered in Mom's fluid, Xiao Cheng looked at Mom incredulously. Even though he
had been with this woman many times and knew that Mom's vaginal fluid secretion was
more than that of ordinary women, he was still shocked by the amount of fluid she was spraying out.
"Aunt Meiqing, you really are a born slut! Look at your juices, they've
soaked my whole arm!"
"Several times more than usual, is it because you're having sex outside—"
"Ugh…"
Having just experienced a powerful orgasm, Mom was completely drained. Hearing Xiaocheng's words, she
wanted to retort in shame, but she didn't even have the strength to speak. She could only make "woo-woo" sounds.
"But Aunt Meiqing, you've had your fun, but I haven't. My big cock is itching for it!"
Xiao Cheng pointed to his swollen penis and then commanded his mother, "Open your legs.
"
His mother, her body limp, straightened up, her eyes fixed on Xiao Cheng's penis, its engorged glans and bulging veins
causing a blush to rise on her face. She obeyed Xiao Cheng's command, slightly shifting
her legs to create space for penetration.
Xiao Cheng moved his penis to his mother's vulva, gently rubbing the glans against her labia, hesitating
to insert it.
His mother grew impatient, "Oh… Xiao Cheng… please… don't torture me… give it to me
…"
Perhaps Xiao Cheng sensed that his mother had reached her limit, so he stopped teasing her, thrusting his hips forward, and
his large penis pierced into her vagina.
The sudden intrusion into her vagina caused Mom to let out a loud "Ah!" It must be said, Xiao Cheng certainly
had the assets; his seven-inch penis was enormous, considered
top-tier among Asians. Even I'm only about the same size, with only minor differences
.
It seems Mom's succumb wasn't without reason; Xiao Cheng truly possessed the allure of mature women, his
penis alone enough to make many swoon. Coupled with his skill in manipulating women, it's no wonder Mom fell for him
.
"Oh...so big...so full...so satisfying..."
As Xiao Cheng's penis entered Mom's vagina, the intense feeling of fullness completely filled her.
The sudden thrust of his enormous penis caused the narrow walls of her vagina to open violently, the intense impact causing Mom
's brain to swell, and she involuntarily let out wanton moans.
Because of the previous orgasms, Mom's vagina was exceptionally slippery, and Xiao Cheng's penis
slid deep into her vaginal cavity, reaching her cervix.
However, the tightness of her vagina also gave Xiao Cheng a jolt of pleasure. Most importantly, Mom's
uterus seemed alive; as Xiao Cheng's glans pressed against her cervix, it suddenly gripped his
penis, the soft walls of the cervix tightly enveloping the tip. This intense
stimulation almost made Xiao Cheng ejaculate. If he hadn't pinched his thigh in time, it would have been a ridiculous situation, and he would
never be able to face his mother again.
"Oh... Mei Qing, your little pussy is so amazing, I almost came just now,"
he said, grabbing one of Mom's legs and beginning thrusting. Fortunately, having learned from his previous experience, Xiao
Cheng knew how powerful Mom's uterus was and dared not thrust recklessly. He was very careful during penetration, trying not to touch
her uterus. Xiao Cheng felt a little strange. He had slept with her quite a few times, and with
the length of his penis, reaching her cervix was not only easy, but also quite simple. So why
hadn't this happened before?
However, this question only flashed through his mind, and Xiao Cheng didn't dwell on it. The most important thing now was
to fuck this wanton beauty hard.
Immediately, Xiao Cheng grabbed his mother's 40g breasts, which defied Newton's law of universal gravitation, with one hand, and lifted
his mother's plump legs with the other, frantically thrusting his big penis into his mother's vagina.
"No...no...so...fast...I...can't...take...it..."
Although his mother said this, her actions completely betrayed her feelings. She hooked her arms around
the back of Xiao Cheng's neck, pressing her body closer to his chest, so that her lower body could better meet
the thrusts of Xiao Cheng's penis.
Seeing this, Xiao Cheng couldn't possibly be unaware of his mother's insincerity. So he deliberately stopped what he was doing and
withdrew his penis from her vagina. The vagina, which had been filled with the engorged penis, suddenly felt incredibly empty
. The abrupt loss of pleasure sent his mother plummeting from ecstasy to despair.
She opened her eyes and looked at Xiao Cheng, asking curiously, "Why...did you stop..."
Xiao Cheng grinned mischievously, feigning innocence. "Didn't you say, Mei Qing, that you couldn't take it anymore?"
"You naughty guy, you just want to laugh at me. You know
that's not what I meant." "Then what did I mean? Hehe."
"I..."
Faced with Xiao Cheng's lewd smile, his mother shyly turned her head away, instinctively avoiding his eyes.
Although she had been dating this man named Xiao Cheng for quite some time and they had done many shameful things together, there
were still some things she couldn't bring herself to say due to her inner shame.
"Oh my, Meiqing, look, your little pussy is so wet! You really want it!"
Xiao Cheng clearly knew that to break down his mother's shyness, he had to use some drastic measures. So, he
placed his hand between his mother's legs, but instead of inserting his fingers into her vagina, he
gently teased the opening of her labia, neither stimulating her sensitive clitoris nor probing her
vulva. He simply moved his fingers lightly around the outside of her genitals.
Did you think Xiao Cheng was really that good? He simply wanted to further arouse his mother's lust and
break down the last shred of her shame.
"You…"
Xiao Cheng knew his mother's body extremely well. As his fingers gently slid over each of her sensitive
spots, her body trembled, and the lust in her eyes intensified. Looking down
at Xiao Cheng's large, alluring penis, she could no longer restrain herself.
"Please, Xiao Cheng, stop torturing me, give it to me!"
"Give you what?" Seeing his mother's anxious look, Xiao Cheng's lips curled into a proud smile
. He seemed to feel a great sense of accomplishment at seeing his mother about to succumb. What did it matter how reserved she was? She still had to
submit to his cock.
"Your big cock, I want your big cock to go inside my cunt, fuck me hard—"
Once her defenses were broken, his mother immediately let go, just wanting a big cock to relieve the
itch in her cunt as soon as possible.
As she spoke, Mom turned around and stuck out her buttocks, presenting her vulva to Xiao Cheng. She even deliberately shook
her large, fleshy buttocks, using her fingers to spread her labia and reveal her pink vulva.
"Come on, Xiao Cheng, come and fuck me, my vulva is so itchy, I want your big cock."
Seeing Mom reveal this lewd side of herself that she had never shown to anyone, my
heart, which had been as still as a pool of water, was stirred by a sudden ripple. My cock, hidden in my pants, also became aroused.
How could this be? I was supposed to be heartbroken and lifeless, so why did I still get
aroused when I saw Mom's lewd appearance? My swollen cock was painfully constricted by my pants. I pressed my hand to my crotch, trying to push my cock
down, but while I could hold down my cock, I couldn't hold down my restless heart.
Even I, who was just peeping from the side, was aroused, let alone Xiao Cheng, who was the one involved. He received
the clearest visual impact: beneath his mother's thick, dark forest, some loose, scattered pubic hairs
glistened with glistening droplets of moisture. His mother's vulva, parted by two fingers, revealed the fleshy walls of her vagina, the
tender, red clitoris looking incredibly alluring.
Xiao Cheng's mouth went dry, and he couldn't help but swallow hard. He couldn't resist any longer, grabbing
his mother's full, round buttocks and thrusting his large penis into her tempting, plump vulva.
"Oh...it's in...so big...so comfortable..."
"Ah...my little pussy...so...comfortable...so full..."
"Fuck me hard...don't stop..."
Under Xiao Cheng's fierce onslaught, all restraint and shame were
rubbish to his mother at this moment. As long as she could be fucked by this big penis, nothing else mattered. A woman's pride and self-esteem
seemed so insignificant compared to the pleasure she felt.
"Slap slap slap—"
Mom's pink and white buttocks made a "slap slap" sound as Xiao Cheng pounded into them. Her two large, white, snowflake-like buttocks
trembled like waves crashing against the shore. Between her spread legs, her juices gushed out continuously, soaking
the wall and floor where she was leaning against. A pungent smell filled the air, incredibly lewd.
"Ah—!"
Suddenly, Xiao Cheng and Mom both gasped. They reached climax simultaneously.
Xiao Cheng's grip on Mom's buttocks tightened, but his waist stopped moving, only
his body leaning slightly forward.
***************To be continued!! Please look forward to ***************
[This is a New Year's gift for everyone, but compared to (Principal Mom), the response to this story
isn't very good, which makes me very helpless. Is it because my writing is bad, or is the subject matter bad? Actually, this story can
be said to meet the requirements of all incest and cuckoldry fans, a collection of their essence.] This story features both cuckoldry and incest
, and in the author's signature style, includes unexpected and perverse plot points.
Besides the main storylines of incest and cuckoldry, I've added many other elements, which will be revealed later.
While my writing may not be as rigorous as (The Principal's Mom), I'm confident this one will become a classic
.
[Have you read (Xiao Xi)? I read the beginning and then stopped
. I found it uninteresting; the cuckoldry was too extreme. I think cuckoldry is acceptable, but it should be moderate.
People have possessive desires. Put yourself in their shoes; if your mother were trained like that, would you feel
comfortable? Of course, this is just my personal opinion and not meant to satirize cuckoldry fans. Everyone has their own preferences; if
you like it, that's fine. I hope cuckoldry fans won't attack me.]
[This story is a tribute to a silly time in my life. Back then, we didn't have a computer or
internet. When I first saw the comic (Oedipus Complex), it was like discovering a new world;
I loved it immensely.] But my family couldn't afford it, so I'd lie to my mom on Saturdays and Sundays, saying
I was going to play ball, and use my breakfast money to go to the internet cafe to watch. However, I watched very slowly, savoring every moment, and it took me several
weeks to finish. It was truly a memorable period of my youth!
[Next, I need to rush to finish (the principal's mom), so the next chapter might be a long way off. That's all, bye!]

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