Godmother until pregnancy

"Your birthday's coming up soon, right? I've got a gift for you."
"A gift? How did you know my birthday?" I asked, puzzled. The other person replied with a smiling emoji, "It's a secret."
The person I was chatting with was called K. I'd met him a month ago in the casual chat section of an 18+ forum. After finding we clicked, we chatted almost daily in the chat section.
I checked my forum ID; it didn't reveal my birthday, unless he was a hacker or had an administrator account.
"The package will probably arrive the day after tomorrow. Also, I probably won't be on this forum again, so don't look for me." That was K's last message.
Sure enough, a package arrived as promised. I was genuinely surprised. K knew my name and address, but the sender information was blank. Logically, this was impossible; a courier company wouldn't deliver something without a sender's information.
Since I couldn't figure it out, I ignored those questions and carefully opened the package.
Inside was a beautifully crafted box. Opening the lid, a pair of silver-framed glasses lay quietly inside.
"Glasses?" I had indeed told him I was nearsighted, but I never expected him to give me these as a gift.
Besides the glasses, there was also a letter and a booklet.
I took out the letter first; it was indeed a message from K, telling me to make good use of the glasses to fulfill his dream.
His dream? I was stunned for a moment.
Then I took out the booklet, and was immediately attracted by the words on the cover:
'Hypnotic Glasses Operation Manual' .
"Hypnotic Glasses!" I immediately remembered the idea I had mentioned to K during a chat. We were both loyal players of "Black Rainbow," and the landmark work "Hypnotic Academy" was a topic we talked about enthusiastically. His nickname, K, was even taken from a character in the game.
Of course, what we discussed most was the god-like prop, the "Hypnotic Induction Machine."
"Really?" I couldn't wait to open the manual and carefully read through each page.
An ordinary person would probably grab the glasses instead of flipping through the manual, but having watched countless games and anime where protagonists suffer tragedies because they don't carefully read the instructions, I suppressed my curiosity and
carefully read before picking up the silver glasses.
According to the manual, the lenses of these glasses emit a ray that instantly captivates anyone looking directly at them, putting them into a hypnotic state—a state far beyond what a psychiatrist's hypnosis can achieve.
While most hypnotized individuals retain some self-preservation instincts, those struck by this hypnotic ray will completely obey the hypnotist's commands, even to the point of death, without hesitation or resistance.
The switch controlling this ray is located in the right corner of the stand, but it's not unlimited; a full charge allows for six uses. The silver stand itself is a solar energy absorber, taking 24 hours to fully charge, meaning it takes approximately 4 hours to recharge the energy needed for one use. To prevent accidental activation, there's a safety latch on the left; the glasses can only be used after the latch is released.
I put on my glasses; the prescription was just right. But was this hypnotic ability real? Normally, I wouldn't believe it, but this mysterious K was too amazing. Not only did he know my birthday, but he also knew my name and address. It seemed the best way was to conduct an experiment.
But who should I ask?
Just as I was hesitating, the phone rang…
“Zizai, are you home?”
That voice was…
“Mom?”
“Nothing much, I'll be there soon, just checking if you're home.”
“That's rare, Mom actually has time to call me?” I moved to Chai Wan for work, while my parents live in Sheung Shui, so they've never visited my little place.
“I forgot your birthday is coming up soon. Mom will be very busy those days and might not have time to celebrate, so I'm giving you your present in advance.”
“What present?” I couldn't help but get excited. Mom loves me so much; it must be something good.
"Hehe, I won't tell you~ You'll find out when we get there."
My name is Eric, I'm 20 years old, and I work in IT. My mom is 41. She hasn't worked since getting married; she used to be a full-time housewife. Now that I've moved out, and my dad works in a factory in Shanghai, only coming back to Hong Kong two or three times a year, and he just went back up there, my mom has become a full-time stay-at-
home mom. Perfect timing! I was just worrying about who to use for my experiments, and now someone's delivered right to my door. Although I usually seem honest, there's a monster hiding inside me, and I've long harbored wicked desires for my several beautiful and sexy mothers.
If these hypnotic glasses really work, I'll really have to thank K.
I started tidying up my things, and less than 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door, and standing outside was a beautifully dressed woman with long, chest-length hair, a classic oval face, and a curvaceous figure—she was no less stunning than any TV star. Apparently, many talent scouts tried to recruit my mom during her university years, but she refused them all; she only wanted to be a beautiful wife.
Even though I'm used to seeing my mother's beauty, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart, and the last vestige of conscience in my heart was instantly suppressed by desire.
"What's wrong, Eric? Aren't you going to invite your mother in?" my mother teased.
"A gift! No gift, no entry!" I snapped back to reality, deliberately putting on a childish expression to cleverly conceal the lustful look on my face.
"So eager, huh? Here, take it." My mother took out the gift from behind her back.
"Hehe, that's more like it." I quickly welcomed my mother in, poured her a glass of water and gave her some fruit, then immediately unwrapped the gift. Although it's impolite to unwrap a gift in front of a guest, my mother is family, and she knows my personality very well. She looked at me with a smile and wasn't angry at all.
After unwrapping the gift paper, I saw that the gift was actually the digital camcorder I had longed for. I couldn't help but speed up my actions. After a little testing, the image quality was clear, and the battery and capacity were extremely powerful. Moreover, my mother had also provided me with several large-capacity memory cards, enough to record for seventeen or eighteen hours.
"Satisfied now? I knew you liked this digital camera, so I'm making it happen for your birthday." Mom casually brushed her hair behind her ear, a gesture that exuded a seductive allure. "Oh, you changed your glasses?"
Mom suddenly noticed that I wasn't wearing my old black-rimmed glasses, but brand new silver ones.
Reminded by Mom, I realized I still had something important to do; I'd almost forgotten about the hypnotic glasses because of the camera.
"Mom, do you think these glasses look good?" While Mom was focused on the glasses, I quietly pressed the switch.
The glasses seemed to light up briefly. I almost thought it was my imagination, but I immediately noticed Mom's eyes had changed. Her once bright and clear pupils instantly became unfocused, dilated and unfocused.
"Mom?" Still a little worried, I tried calling her.
"...Yes." A sluggish reply, the same reaction as someone hypnotized in a game. I waved my hand in front of her eyes; her eyes didn't move. Now I was finally sure Mom was truly hypnotized.
(These really are hypnosis glasses! K, you're amazing.)
Take a deep breath, suppress your excitement, and recall the fragments of those hypnosis games. First, you need to set a keyword.
"Mom, you feel very comfortable now, very comfortable."
"Yes, very...comfortable..." Looking at this beautiful woman who was like a puppet, the dark side of my heart became even more excited.
"When you hear '[Indecent Mom],' you will fall into the same state as you are now."
"Yes...the same...state."
(Let's test if the keyword works.)
"When I count to 3, you will wake up. You will forget what I just hypnotized you, but your subconscious will still clearly carry out my command."
"Yes..."
"1...2...3!" As I snapped my fingers, Mom's eyes instantly regained their clarity, carefully examining my glasses, as if nothing had happened.
"Hmm, not bad, my son has good taste."
However, I had no interest in hearing this evaluation and directly activated the keyword: "[Indecent Mom]."
Instantly, Mom returned to the hypnotized state.
(Success!) I clenched my fist excitedly. Of course, it wasn't just my fist that was excited; my lower body had been throbbing with rage since earlier. I really wanted to immediately pin this beautiful mother down and ravage her, but playing with a puppet wasn't fun at all.
There are many types of MC (mind control), and my favorite is common sense manipulation, which involves writing vulgar and evil things into someone's mind as common sense. Doing bad things openly is the highest level of sadism.
Next, of course, is to replace the common sense in my mother's mind with some interesting things. Just thinking about my mother's reaction makes me feel like my lower body is about to explode. "Be patient, be patient, good things should be savored slowly."
Just filling my mother's memory with these things and replacing ordinary common sense took me a lot of time, but I believe my hard work will definitely not be in vain.
"Phew, Mom, did you remember everything I said?" After saying that, I drank the water in my cup in one gulp. After saying so much, plus the feeling of excitement, tension, and stimulation, I was already very thirsty.
"Yes... I remember." Although it was only said once, a person under hypnosis will never forget anything; the human brain is indeed a powerful thing.
"These common sense rules only apply when you're alone with me. When a third person is present, you still use the same common sense rules as before. And you won't tell anyone about these things, nor will you write them down, not even your boyfriend or any relatives." Of course, for my safety, I still need to be on the safe side.
"Yes... I won't tell..."
"Good. When I count to 3, you will wake up, but you will treat everything I just said as common sense. 1...2...3!"
My mother's eyes regained their clarity, seemingly no different from before, but I knew that the mother in front of me was now a 'woman' I had transformed; yes, at this moment, her identity as a woman excited me even more than her identity as a mother.
"Speaking of which, it seems like it's been a long time since I've chatted with you, Mom." Of course, this greeting was different from the ordinary one.
My mother's personality is to act immediately. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, she sat on my lap, and before I could react, she kissed me, and it was an extremely passionate and bold French kiss.
My mother's nimble, warm tongue gently parted my lips and began to entwine with mine. [Common sense change, casual conversation = French kiss]
(The feeling of kissing is indeed wonderful, no, even better than I imagined.)
A uniquely feminine scent wafted into my nostrils, instantly intoxicating me.
Luckily, my first time was with my experienced mother; if it had been a novice like me, we would probably both have been at a loss.
My mother's French kiss was incredibly passionate, almost sucking away all my saliva. Then, her throat moved a few times, as if she had swallowed all my saliva. Of
course, I wouldn't sit idly by and began my own attack. My palate, gums, and the back of my tongue, guided by my mother's fragrant tongue, gradually found their rhythm. I gently took her tongue in my mouth and sucked hard.
"Mmm!" My mother trembled slightly, but then she entwined with me even more intensely.
After a full five minutes, we both felt a little tired and slowly separated, a glistening line of saliva still connecting our lips.
Mom's cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was rapid, but even so, her eyes remained clear, as if the intense French kiss just moments before was nothing more than an insignificant matter.
I guessed my face was just as red and hot now, but I didn't show any surprise.
"Mom, how have you been lately?" I asked, feigning concern. This was crucial for what was to come.
"I'm fine, just a little sore. I guess I'll need to get a massage to relax sometime." As soon as she finished speaking, Mom's eyes suddenly lit up. "By the way, Zizai, why don't you give me a massage?"
I pretended to be surprised and said, "But I've never learned how."
"It's very simple, I'll teach you." With that, Mom stood up and took off her coat, revealing only a close-fitting cotton vest. Because it clung to her body, the outline of her bra was clearly visible.
Mom sat back on my lap, but this time with her back to me, her lower body pressed against my erect penis, though she seemed completely unaware.
"Give me your hand."
I obediently held out my hand, and Mom grabbed the back of my hand and then pressed it sharply against her chest.
(So big, so soft!) Even through her clothes, I could still feel how alluring her breasts were, almost too big to grasp in one hand. [Common sense change, massage = breast kneading]
I gently pinched them, and the elasticity and softness were indescribable.
"Yes, like that, knead slowly, wow, not bad, little one, you have a talent." Mom praised while instructing.
"No, many people can do it without a teacher." Kneading a beautiful woman's breasts is something any man is born with, no need to learn.
Mom's breasts felt so good, no matter how I kneaded them, I never got tired of it. For a moment, I felt childlike and kneaded Mom's breasts into different shapes, it was so much fun.
Gradually, Mom's breathing became heavier, and her lower body swayed slightly involuntarily. I could even feel a wet liquid on my penis.
"Take off Mom's bra, the massage will be more effective if you do it directly." Mom had completely turned breast kneading into a massage, and even asked me to take off her bra without any hesitation.
Hearing the command, my already somewhat hard penis twitched. I'd never done anything like unhooking a woman's bra before. Freeing my right hand, I rolled up my mother's undershirt; I didn't intend to take it off right now.
My mother's bra was a vibrant red, and it was even strapless—it would automatically fall off once the back clasp was unfastened.
Whether it was from nervousness or because it was my first time unhooking a woman's bra, I couldn't undo even one small clasp.
"So clumsy," my mother chuckled softly, seemingly noticing my predicament. She reached behind her and easily unhooked the red bra.
In an instant, my breasts, which had been constricted, sprang free.
I picked up the red bra my mother had placed aside and held it to my nose, inhaling deeply. An exciting, feminine scent filled my nostrils.
"It smells so good." My mother didn't seem to mind my lewd behavior at all; instead, she happily said, "Since you like it, Zizai, I'll give it to you. Now, continue massaging me."
(Even through her clothes, it feels so wonderful; what would it be like to touch it directly?)
I couldn't help but swallow hard, my hands trembling as I climbed onto my mother's breasts. An indescribable, wonderful feeling spread from my palms—soft and elastic, like jelly or pudding. How could such a wonderful thing exist in the world?
My mother's breasts seemed to have a magical power, firmly holding my hands, allowing me to caress and knead them incessantly.
My fingers quickly reached her nipples; they were already erect, seemingly from the earlier kneading. I gently pinched them a few times.
"Mmm~" I seemed to hear my mother biting her lip and moaning. Although her mind wasn't fully engaged, her body was very honest, already experiencing pleasure.
Just then, a pleasant cell phone rang from my mother's bag.
Mom casually opened her handbag and took out her phone. I glanced at it quickly and saw that the name on the screen was my dad's.
"Honey, aren't you busy? Why are you suddenly calling me?" Mom's tone was perfectly normal, showing no sign of discomfort because I was fondling her breasts.
This kind of situation actually excited me. It's a common plot in many NTR games, where the heroine is having sex with someone else while talking to her boyfriend, all while suppressing her excitement so no one can hear.
Although the situation wasn't quite that serious, it was still very satisfying.
While Mom and Dad were talking, I turned Mom's body to the side. Before, because her back was turned, I couldn't see it directly, but now it was different. Mom's perfect, full breasts were completely exposed before my eyes. Although I hadn't measured them, I estimated they were at least 36 inches, or at least a C or D.
I licked my lips and then immediately took Mom's nipple into my mouth, sucking like a baby. Of course, my hands weren't idle either, fondling Mom's other breast.
My mother's body trembled slightly. She glanced at me briefly, then stroked my head with her free hand, like a breastfeeding mother, and continued chatting with my father as if nothing had happened.
I gently bit her nipple with my teeth while pinching her other nipple with my hand, switching positions from time to time. Soon, I noticed that my mother's chest was rising and falling more and more, and her breathing was becoming a little rapid. Her body had automatically entered a state of readiness, but even so, my mother and father's conversation showed no abnormality.
Finally, my mother and father finished their call, and I gleaned some information from their conversation.
No wonder my mother said she couldn't celebrate my birthday with me. It turned out that they had already booked a trip to Beijing for a business trip, which happened to be next week, and my birthday fell within that week.
Because this trip would be very helpful to my father's career, it was a must. So, these past few days, they had been busy finishing their work and taking the opportunity to travel around Beijing with my mother, which meant that they hadn't had time to see each other.
After a while of kneading, Mom told me to stop. Even the most comfortable massage can't last forever. When my mouth left Mom's nipple, it was covered in my saliva.
But Mom didn't seem to mind. She naturally put down her cotton vest, which was very absorbent, and a small, round water stain quickly appeared. Mom seemed to notice, but didn't say anything and sat back down on the sofa.
The coffee I'd made was ready, and I poured two cups and put them on the table.
"Sorry, Mom, we're out of milk." Of course, we had milk in the fridge, but I said that on purpose for what was to come.
"Oh, I don't like plain coffee." Mom frowned, but her eyes lit up when she saw my erect penis, which looked like a tent. "Since we don't have milk, we can use something else."
"Something else?" I asked deliberately.
Mom smiled and pulled down my pants. My already throbbing penis stood erect in the air. Mom's eyes lit up immediately, and she eagerly took it in her mouth. [Semen = Milk]
"So good!" Feeling the warm, wonderful sensation from my penis, and the tingling pleasure of that delicate little tongue lightly licking my glans, I felt like I was about to climax.
But it would be too embarrassing to surrender so easily, so I took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the pleasure. But then my mother's mouth started moving back and forth, and waves of pleasure began to assault my senses again.
My mother seemed very skilled at oral sex, licking my entire glans with her tongue as if it were a banana or a popsicle.
Just as I was getting used to my mother's sucking, she suddenly took a deep breath, her cheeks sinking deep into my mouth. It was clear how hard she was sucking. At the same time, her delicate tongue darted towards my glans. Caught in a pincer attack, I finally couldn't take it anymore. My excitement reached its peak, and I ejaculated. An unparalleled pleasure surged through me, a sensation a hundred times stronger than masturbation. My mind went blank, and my hands instinctively grabbed my mother's head and thrust in hard.
"Mmm..." My mother seemed to choke on the ejaculation. Waves of milky white semen shot into her mouth, lasting for a good ten seconds.
After ejaculation, my mother didn't immediately spit out my penis. Instead, she continued to gently soothe my still sensitive glans with her tongue, while simultaneously sucking out all the semen from my urethra until she was sure there was no more residue before slowly releasing my penis.
The first time was indeed quick. Looking at the clock on the wall, it seemed my mother had only been giving me oral sex for a few minutes. A little embarrassing, I couldn't help but think.
Mom carefully smeared the semen all over her mouth first, then opened her mouth to show me the white foam mixed with saliva. She then picked up the cup and slowly dripped the foam into the coffee, stirring gently with a spoon.
"Hmm, this is real coffee!" Mom exclaimed after taking a big gulp of the specially flavored coffee, then finished the whole cup in one go.
Next came the main event. Although I had just ejaculated, I was still young, and my penis immediately regained its fighting power.
"Achoo!" I sneezed deliberately.
"What's wrong, Zizai? Have you caught a cold?" Mom asked, slightly worried, while reaching out to touch my forehead. "It's okay, no fever. Although it's not cold lately, it's still easy to catch a cold if you don't cover yourself with a blanket at night."
"It's okay, Mom, achoo." I sneezed again deliberately.
"No, you need some treatment."
"Just some medicine will do, no need to go to the hospital, right?"
"No, it's a very simple treatment, and it'll feel great." Mom pulled me into the bedroom and immediately stripped me naked. I cooperated. [Sex = the best way to cure a cold]
Then Mom took off the rest of her clothes. She was already only wearing a cotton vest, and after taking off her skirt, a silver thong was revealed.
Mom always dresses so sexy! I couldn't help but swallow hard. Mom was almost completely naked now. Only after she took off her thong did I finally get a good look at the beauty before me.
Her face was as beautiful as a celebrity's, her figure as curvaceous as a model's—full breasts, a slender waist, and long, shapely legs—she was simply an absolute beauty. Thinking about this, I started to feel a little jealous of my father, but this small jealousy was quickly suppressed; there were more important things to do now.
At that moment, I noticed that my mother's pubic hair seemed to have been trimmed; only a triangle was left in the front, the rest was shaved clean. But then again, seeing a messy clump of black hair would probably ruin the mood, and my mother looked perfect like this.
"Mom, what's your bra size? What cup?" Normally, asking this question would get me beaten up for being a pervert, but my mother, with her changed perspective, didn't seem to mind.
"36, C cup," my mother answered as she helped me lie down on the bed, while I continued to ask questions.
"Then, Mom, when was your first time?" My mother answered while using her hand to stimulate my penis, making it harder, completely unaware that these were vulgar and private questions.
"16 years old, with my husband."
"So when did you start masturbating, and how often do you masturbate now?" Okay, I admit I've watched too much AV and wanted to imitate it.
"I think it was around 15, now about once every 3 or 4 days."
"Mom, how do you usually prevent pregnancy when you and Dad have sex? Condoms or pills? Or do you calculate the safe period?"
"We always use condoms. You know, taking birth control pills can make you gain weight, so I don't take them. And besides your dad, I've never had anyone else penetrate me directly. Your dad isn't in good health, and he hasn't had sex in 5 years."
What! Really? Could it be that Mom has been a virgin all these years, and her first sexual partner was Dad? In that sense, Mom is still very 'pure'. After my careful questioning, Mom is absolutely certain that no one else has penetrated her directly. From the time she lost her virginity until now, it's only been my dad.
"Mom, I don't have any condoms."
"Why would you need a condom?" Mom looked up at me, her eyes full of confusion. "It's just treating a cold, do you really need a condom? You're so strange, Zizai."
Oh right, for Mom, this wasn't sex, just a way to treat a cold, so naturally, she didn't need a condom.
The thought that I might be the second man to have sex with Mom gave me a strange sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, and this feeling also translated into my penis, which was now fully erect.
After confirming that my penis was ready for battle, Mom straddled my lower abdomen, grasped my penis with her right hand, and gently parted her labia with her left hand. She slowly lowered her waist, aligned the glans with her vagina, and then sat down in one go.
Luckily, I took a deep breath before Mom penetrated me, otherwise I probably would have ejaculated immediately. I have to say, Mom's inside was incredibly comfortable—tight, warm, and soft. A slight pressure emanated from around my penis, as if it didn't welcome me, the intruder, and wanted to expel me. The internal muscles were very strong, refusing to let me move forward. But as Mom descended, these forces trying to stop the intruder had no effect whatsoever; instead, they made me feel even more pleasure.
Soon, I felt my glans touch something fleshy. It was clearly Mom's clitoris, her cervix. The sensation from my glans indicated that Mom's cervix was tightly closed, like the gates of a castle fiercely guarding the sacred place of womanhood—the uterus—leaving no chance for my incestuous penis.
"Huh, it's not completely in," Mom murmured. I looked at our point of contact and realized that even with my glans touching the very end, a section of my penis was still inside Mom.
But now is not the time to dwell on the length issue. "Mom, it doesn't matter, let's start the treatment quickly."
Mom nodded and began to move little by little, waves of pleasure surging through my penis.
The riding position was indeed excellent. It was my favorite position when watching AVs, and experiencing it firsthand was truly wonderful.
This position relies mainly on the woman's movements; the man doesn't need to exert much effort, saving a lot of energy. Watching the woman's breasts rise and fall with her hip movements is also a visual treat. Mom's breasts were round and smooth, and my hands unconsciously reached up and kneaded them.
Mom was very experienced; she didn't just move her body straight up and down, sometimes twisting her waist, rotating, or moving left and right, giving my penis different stimuli.
Soon, I noticed that Mom seemed to be approaching orgasm; the tender flesh enveloping my penis tightened, and the temperature rose, making me feel incredibly comfortable.
Sure enough, soon after, with a soft moan from my mother, a warm liquid sprayed onto my penis. If I hadn't clenched my teeth and forcefully controlled my lower body, I probably would have lost control.
Watching my mother bite her lip as she enjoyed her orgasm, I realized how alluring she was at that moment. Because of the exercise, she was covered in a light sweat, a few strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, and with her seductive expression, I wanted to devour her whole.
Not only her face, but her entire body was in a state of arousal. Her skin had turned a pale pink, her nipples were fully erect, and her full breasts seemed to have swelled, defying gravity to show their firmness.
After taking a few deep breaths to digest the orgasm, my mother looked at me with eyes full of desire. Although she probably didn't realize it herself, subconsciously she already saw me as a man, not a boy.
"Zizai, are you feeling better?"
"I think I'm feeling a little better."
"Then Mommy will continue." I nodded. Of course I had to continue. I hadn't ejaculated yet; how could I give up halfway?
As a new round of thrusting began, I noticed that Mommy's cervix seemed to have opened a little. Remembering that I still had a section of my penis inside, and considering that Mommy's uterus was undoubtedly a completely pure place, I had to take it over roughly.
"Mommy, put the rest in too."
"Oh, I'll try." Mommy seemed to understand my intention, moving slowly while repeatedly aiming her cervix at my glans and thrusting repeatedly. My glans felt like a battering ram, slowly pounding against the cervix guarding the gates of her uterus.
With each thrust, Mommy's cervix slowly opened. Soon, I noticed that Mommy's cervix had become as big as a chopstick, but it was still too small for my penis. Daddy's penis was short, and Mommy's uterus had probably never been penetrated before. In this situation, it was impossible to enlarge it any further.
Mom realized that continuing to thrust was futile, so she slowly raised her waist, leaving only the head of my penis inside her vagina. Seeing her movement, I understood what she wanted to do.
Mom took a deep breath, then suddenly sat down. "Thud!" That was the sound of Mom hitting my lower abdomen. "Ah!" With a soft cry from Mom, my penis finally broke through the cervix's defenses and entered Mom's most sacred place—the uterus.
The pain of cervical dilation is extraordinary. At this moment, Mom's whole body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes wide open, like a goldfish about to suffocate. Although the cervix is very elastic, even a baby can pass through, that is a natural muscle reaction after the body matures, unlike this forced dilation.
However, what was pain for Mom was unparalleled pleasure for me. I felt my penis break through a ring of flesh, a circle of soft flesh sliding over my penis. Mom's cervix was very tight, like a rubber band constricting my coronal sulcus.
I took a few deep breaths, suppressing the urge to ejaculate, feeling the sensation in my mother's uterus emanating from my penis. My mother's pure uterus was now welcoming its first intruder; my glans pressed tightly against the tender flesh at the base of her uterus.
After a while, we both adjusted. My mother continued to move her hips, up and down, my glans repeatedly entering and exiting her cervix. Each thrust tightly enveloped the entire glans, and each time I could clearly see a fleshy bulge rising on her lower abdomen, only to recede with each withdrawal.
My penis began to heat up as my mother's movements became more intense, and I realized I was about to ejaculate. However, this time I didn't want to suppress it; I planned to ejaculate freely.
But before that, I thought of a very important question.
"By the way, Mom, how's your period going?"
"About 28...days..." My mother gasped, her answers broken and hesitant.
"I'm asking about the current situation."
"Hmm...just two weeks ago...it's probably...these few days...it's my...danger period."
Danger period! These three words filled me with immense excitement. I made up my mind: I would not only leave my mark on my mother's womb, but I would also get her pregnant before her and my father went on their inspection trip!
According to my calculations, as long as I had sex with her every day before she left and ejaculated inside her womb, she would definitely get pregnant. Even if she and my father went abroad and ejaculated inside without a condom, it would be hopeless by then, because she would already be carrying my child.
The thought of getting my mother pregnant and giving my father a huge cuckold's horns made the darkness in my heart grow even stronger, and my penis became hard and large.
My mother seemed to sense the change in my penis and controlled her vaginal muscles to tighten around it, wanting me to ejaculate.
Finally, at the same time as my mother's second orgasm, accompanied by her gushing vaginal fluid and the tightening of her cervix, I couldn't hold back any longer and released my semen. In an instant, my penis and glans reached their maximum size, and then my mind went blank as streams of semen shot directly into my mother's womb.
Because my cervix was blocked, my semen couldn't flow out at all and could only remain inside my mother's uterus. My mark was finally etched on her pure uterus. After ejaculating several times, the spray gradually stopped.
"Zizai, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?" After enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, my mother immediately asked with concern.
"Yes, I feel much better, thank you, Mom."
"What are you thanking me for? You're my Zizai, if I don't help you, who will?" My mother said, and then tried to get up, but how could I let her leave at this moment? I immediately hugged her waist.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" my mother asked gently.
"Mom, can I hold you like this for a while?"
"Hehe, Zizai is such a child, okay." My mother gave up on getting up, and her right hand subconsciously touched her lower abdomen, the place where her uterus was located. For her, what she had just done was just treating a cold, but her subconscious female intuition still made her feel something was off.
I sat up, first withdrawing my glans from my mother's uterus, then immediately using it to block her cervix to prevent semen leakage. My mother, as if by telepathy, wrapped her legs around my lower back, making us inseparable.
Because of this position, her breasts were facing my face, and I, of course, didn't waste the opportunity, biting and sucking on one of her nipples. My mother held my head tightly in her arms.
About half an hour later, my mother's cervix returned to its original state, tightly closed, and we separated. After separating, I carefully examined my mother's vagina and found that not a single drop of my semen had leaked out; it seemed completely sealed inside her uterus. Satisfied, I nodded.
Just imagining my semen being absorbed by my mother's uterus, hundreds of millions of sperm traveling along the fallopian tubes to the ovaries, tightly surrounding my mother's eggs, made me feel a stirring in my lower body.
"No, no, calm down." The best time to confirm Mom's pregnancy is, of course, on the day of ovulation. Judging by the situation, it should be about two days away. Before that, I need to conserve my energy and not waste it recklessly.
That evening, as I instructed, Mom bought a lot of aphrodisiacs for dinner: oysters, goji berries, sea cucumbers, onions, and so on.
That night, I naturally ejaculated inside Mom's uterus again. For the next few days, I needed to ensure my semen was always present in Mom's uterus 24 hours a day.
However, there was an interesting incident that night. Just as Mom and I were reaching our climax, Dad called again, asking why Mom wasn't home. Mom naturally used my cold as an excuse, saying she had to take care of me these past few days. Dad didn't suspect anything; after all, Mom always doted on me, and it made sense for her to come and take care of me when she was sick.
But thinking back to the situation, it's a little funny. While Mom was casually talking to Dad, her vagina and uterus were being relentlessly invaded by my penis and glans.
But Mom was incredibly patient. I deliberately targeted her G-spot, almost bringing her to orgasm, but her tone and voice remained completely unchanged. My prank from the NTR game had failed miserably in real life, leaving me somewhat resentful.
That night, after we finished, we slept in that position, embracing each other. When I woke up the next day, I found my penis had left Mom's body, and my mouth was still on her nipple. Luckily, a check revealed that my semen hadn't leaked out; it seemed it was all inside Mom's uterus.
Men often experience morning erections, and I was no exception. Just as I was about to penetrate, Mom woke up and willingly straddled me, and we resumed the riding position. Naturally, my first ejaculation of the morning was again inside Mom's uterus.
Following online methods for checking ovulation, three days later I determined that it was Mom's most dangerous period—ovulation day. That day, Mom and I were almost inseparable, our genitals practically touching. I ejaculated eight times from morning till night, each time naturally inside Mom's uterus.
Because the cervix was blocked, the semen couldn't flow out at all. The eight ejaculations filled my mother's uterus to the brim, making her lower abdomen protrude slightly, as if she were two or three months pregnant.
We continued to make love like this, and my father would call my mother every day to chat. Of course, my penis was definitely inside her at those times. Once, because of my ejaculation, my mother almost groaned, but luckily she covered her mouth with her hand in time, preventing any clues.
Although I enjoyed the forbidden pleasure of this illicit affair, I didn't want to ruin my mother and father's relationship. After all, my mother's pregnancy required a man to take the blame, so naturally, my father had to help raise the child and give me another younger brother.
On the day of departure, my father originally wanted to pick up my mother, but after much persuasion, my mother decided to meet her at the airport. Naturally, before leaving, I ejaculated inside my mother's uterus again. Afterward, I told her that my cold was gone, and my mother was very happy, feeling that her efforts over the past few days had not been in vain.
My mother's uterus carried my semen to the airport, but I didn't go with her. Instead, I planned who I should use the hypnotic glasses on next.
Two weeks later, after my mother returned from Beijing, she finally found time to come to my house. Of course, at that time, I once again implanted my incorrect common sense into my mother's memory: the method of having sex while having a cold can't be used all the time.
The video camera my mother gave me also came in handy. Before she went abroad, I filmed and took many videos and photos of us having sex. After editing and blurring the images, I posted them online with titles like "Conception on Ovulation Day" and "Beautiful Woman Serving Me." They got quite a few clicks on that 18+ forum. However, just to be on the safe side, I registered a new account before posting them.
After confirming that my mother's period hadn't come since then, I felt there was about a 50% chance she was pregnant with my child. Of course, I wouldn't confirm it based on that alone. I quickly took out the pregnancy test I had bought, and the two positive results excited me greatly. However, I still insisted that my mother go to the hospital for a proper checkup. Sure enough,
I soon received a call from my mother; she was pregnant.
Because of my mother's unexpected pregnancy, my father had to happily accept this 'unexpected' child.
Originally, my mother hadn't planned to have a child so soon, and even considered abortion. Of course, that wouldn't do. I quickly used hypnosis to make her give up that plan, and I took my father's place and lovingly cared for my mother. However, because of her pregnancy, I was very gentle.
When Mom was three months pregnant, her belly was already slightly protruding, but it wasn't a stable period yet, so I didn't dare to do anything reckless. I focused on her breasts, which had grown larger due to the pregnancy and felt even better to the touch. However, her areolas had darkened, no longer the original pink.
It wasn't until around six months, when things stabilized, that I resumed sex with her. I learned from her father that he hadn't touched her since she became pregnant, worried about the baby. So, Mom had accumulated a considerable amount of sexual desire. That day, I ejaculated four times, but I didn't dare penetrate her uterus; I simply ejaculated at the very end of her vagina, aiming at the cervix.
The baby was already moving; I could even feel the baby's movements inside her. Afterward, I gently stroked her belly, looking very tender.
Even around nine months, I didn't stop with Mom, still finding opportunities to have passionate sex with her. At this point, there was no danger to the fetus. To be honest, having sex with a heavily pregnant mom had a unique charm.
Two days before her due date, Mom gave birth to a girl. The whole family was overjoyed, and of course, I was too—after all, she was my own flesh and blood. But while holding her, I was already thinking of a funny idea: when she's grown up in a dozen years, I'm going to get her pregnant too.
I'm so wicked!
A month after the baby was born, Mom brought my little sister to our house alone. I excitedly shared some new knowledge with Mom, and then I enjoyed Mom's sweet breast milk with my "daughter." Of course, my daughter only drank a little bit; I drank the rest.
After I finished drinking Mom's milk, I asked, "Mom, when is your ovulation day?"
"Hmm, these days, why?" Mom replied nonchalantly.
"Nothing, achoo." I've caught a 'cold' again, haha~

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