Baby, fuck me! Mommy's cunt is waiting for you to fuck it.

The torrential rain made visibility almost impossible to see outside the window. Wayne strained to see through the window of his Cherokee Jeep.

His mother, Christy, sat in another sunken chair, staring at the world through the suffocating downpour. Every now and then, Christy would turn and stare at the rear window for a few seconds, then turn back to look at the front.

"I hope they're all okay," she murmured.

"Oh, they'll be alright," Wayne told her, hoping he was right.

The Wayne family was driving to their mountain camp for a short vacation.

Tony, Wayne's father, Kim, Christy's sister, and Tony's little sister Mary were in a second car somewhere behind them.

They had two cars because Kim had to be back by Tuesday. Wayne, Christy, Tony, and Mary planned to leave the following Friday.

It had started to drizzle when they set off earlier that morning, but the rain had grown heavier over time, turning the journey into a torment.

Around noon, the two cars made a brief stop in Emoryville to refuel and have lunch.

During the stop, Kim persuaded Christ to leave little Mary with her in the other car, since it was only about an hour's drive to their destination. Although Mary was only a month old, they didn't think it would be a big deal for the child to be separated from her mother for an hour.

Eager to reach their destination as soon as possible, Wayne and Christ set off earlier than Tony and the others. After the two groups separated, they didn't see anyone or any headlights behind them.

Looking down at his watch, Wayne realized that an hour had passed since they last stopped.

"I think I see the bend," he said, slowing down.

"That's it," Christ confirmed, as Wayne turned the car from the highway onto the narrow, black-paved road.

"Make sure to keep the car on the road," his mother warned him as she watched him carefully turn onto the road.

“If we’re stuck here, we’ll never get out of this mud.” “You’re right,” he thought with a worried smile.

The car crawled slowly forward until it reached a rickety bridge.

Wayne got out and walked slowly to the bridge to look down. What was usually a quiet, gentle stream had become a roaring, muddy river. Gazing at the eddies below, he noticed the waves crashing against the already fragile bridge foundations. They looked incredibly weak, yet seemed able to withstand the river’s force.

“What do you think?” “What?” He jumped, unaware that his mother was beside him.

He had been so focused on the rushing river that he hadn’t noticed his mother had come out of the car and was now beside him.

“Do you think we can make it across?” “Well, I think so,” he muttered. “What do you think?” “I think we should be able to,” she said, walking a few feet onto the bridge and even trying to jump up and down. “It should be sturdy enough.” “Okay, let’s give it a try.” He shouted to drown out the noise of the river.

“God, I’m soaking wet.” His mother laughed wearily as they got back into the car. “I can’t wait to get to the camp and start a fire.” “Okay, let’s go.” Wayne said, putting the car in gear and carefully driving toward the bridge.

As they crawled forward inch by inch, the bridge seemed to hold up. It was at least fifty feet long, but it took them two or three minutes to tiptoe

across three-quarters of its length.

Then, in an instant, without any warning, they felt the bridge beneath them begin to tremble, sway, and move.

“Oh, God!” Christ screamed. “The bridge’s going to break.” When Wayne first felt that dizzying tilt, he slammed the accelerator to the floor. For a long, terrifying moment, it felt like the car and the bridge were about to plunge into the rushing river below. But at the very last moment, the tires finally reached the other side.

As the car roared towards the other side, neither of them could speak. Then, just as the front tires touched solid ground, they felt the rear of the car lurch and slide to the side.

Time seemed to stand still. They held their breath, praying until the car finally crossed the bridge.

The moment the rear tires left the bridge, it immediately sank into the river behind them.

Fortune had smiled upon them!

Wayne slammed on the brakes, preventing the car from sliding off the road and into the mud beside the road. After being dragged a few feet by inertia, the car finally came to a stop just inches from the curb.

Wayne sat motionless, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly for a long time. Finally, he turned to look at his mother. She stared at the torrential rain pouring down on the hood of the car, her face as pale as a sheet.

Finally, she turned to her son and smiled weakly.

"My God, that was so close," his mother sighed, still shaken.

“You’re absolutely right,” the son replied.

A few more minutes passed before his hands stopped trembling so badly that he could open the car door. Pushing it open, he stepped out again into the pouring rain. Closing the door, he saw his mother step out and stand on the other side of the car.

They both looked back at the spot where the small bridge had stood a moment before; now, apart from the occasional broken wooden stake peeking out from the icy eddies of the river, there was nothing there. The twisted, cracked bridge foundation was the only evidence that a bridge had once existed there.

“If we had been five seconds slower, we would be at the bottom of the river by now,” he groaned, feeling his legs about to give way. “God, that was close.” They remained silent as they gazed down at the dark, muddy river flowing past them.

“Oh, Tony and Mary are here,” his mother blurted out.

“Get your cell phone, call them, quick!” Wayne yelled, frantically waving his hands, trying to stop them from driving the car directly into the river.

Christy turned and rushed through the rain to the Jeep, yanking open the door and leaping inside. She ripped open her purse, shoving her hand inside to pull out her phone. She quickly pressed the buttons and held the phone to her ear.

"Hurry, hurry, answer it!" she muttered, her eyes fixed on the car slowly making its way to the other side of the river.

"Hello, this is Kim." Finally, she heard her sister's voice.

"Oh, thank God you finally answered, the bridge is broken." "Okay, we saw Wayne waving so we slowed down." Silence followed as Wayne wearily trudged back to his car.

"Okay, now what do we do?" he asked, getting into the driver's seat.

"I don't know," she murmured, head bowed, pondering what to do.

It was clear that Tony, Kim, and Mary couldn't cross the river anytime soon.

They could turn back to Emoryville and spend the night there. Although Christy was still breastfeeding Mary, she had prepared enough provisions beforehand, so for the time being, there was no problem.

But the bridge was broken and it was raining, and she didn't know how long she and her child would be separated. She and Wayne carried all the food, so they could continue on to the camp and stay there until someone figured out a way to get them back across the river.

She and Tony discussed their ideas for a few minutes. Since it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, Tony agreed that he, Kim, and Mary would turn back to Emoryville and spend the night there.

Tony would contact the sheriff to let him know their current predicament, discuss possible solutions, and then contact Christ.

Hanging up, Christ explained their decision to Wayne.

Wayne looked in the rearview mirror and agreed. They watched anxiously as Tony slowly and carefully drove away from the other side of the river. It felt like hours had passed, but finally his father backed the car onto the highway and disappeared into the rain.

"Well, Lone Rider, I guess we're on our own now," Christ said with a nervous laugh.

"I think so too, okay, Copperhead," he replied, slowly pressing the clutch and shifting gears.

Finally, they arrived at the barracks, where the two sat, watching the heavy rain pound on the hood.

The journey to the barracks felt like hours, as Wayne hadn't driven more than five miles per hour.

As they gazed out the window at the torrential rain, it seemed to be getting heavier, not lighter.

"Do you know how long a cube is?" he asked with a bored laugh.

"No, but if things continue like this, we might have to start learning," his mother replied.

"Well, I certainly don't want to start hunting for pairs of animals like a hunter," he laughed.

"I'm not sure," she laughed too. "But I have a pair of things starting to ache." "What?" he blushed, incredulous at what he'd heard.

"Oh, don't be so serious," his mother gently scolded.

"It's been almost five hours since I last breastfed Mary, and now my breasts are starting to feel full and painful." "Mom!" he exclaimed, his face turning bright red. "You're embarrassing me." "Well, 'serious,' sir," she laughed, opening the door. "Let's unload the stuff then." Wayne stepped out of the car and into the rain, thankfully finding shelter from his flushed face.

He couldn't believe his mother had said what she'd just said. After all, it was his mother; he hadn't expected her to bring up such a topic in their conversation. He

paused, waited, and stood in the pouring rain thinking about his mother's breasts.

The thought of those breasts, large and swollen, brimming with milk, was like a door opening to the excitation center of his brain. Trembling, he raised his head, letting the cold rain splash on his face, hoping to wash away the sordid thoughts in his mind.

Finally, he suddenly noticed his mother standing impatiently at the back of the truck. Embarrassed, he walked around the truck and opened the trunk. They both took as much luggage as possible and rushed towards the barracks. His mother opened the door, while he placed the luggage on the corridor and then rushed back to the truck.

After the first batch of luggage, he left his mother in the barracks while he ran back and forth between the barracks and the truck unloading. It took him nearly thirty minutes to unload all their luggage, but at least it calmed him down from what his mother had just said.

While Wayne unloaded the truck, Christ sorted the luggage. After the last delivery was completed, he went inside, closed the door behind him, and placed the package on the table.

"Here, this is your suitcase," his mother said, handing him the bag. "Hurry up and change into some dry clothes so you don't catch a cold. Then you start the fire, and I'll go change." He kicked off his muddy shoes and dragged his heavy steps toward the only bathroom in the barracks. Closing the bathroom door, he quickly stripped off his wet clothes and dried himself off. He was completely soaked, as if he had just taken an ice-cold shower.

Gazing at his naked self in the mirror, his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to his mother. He couldn't help but wonder what his mother's naked body would look like.

Mixed with shame, he controlled himself to prevent his penis from becoming erect. He was furious at himself for having such filthy thoughts. He dried his hair, then pulled on a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt.

Hmm, an interesting combination, he thought, but once the fire was lit, he knew how warm the barracks would become.

The barracks actually had only four rooms: two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room that combined a kitchen and sitting room. If he remembered correctly, the huge fireplace would warm the entire barracks in about an hour.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he found his mother waiting impatiently for him to finish.

"You're finally done," she said sharply, striding towards the bathroom. "I thought you were dead in there." "You look like a drowned rat," he laughed, her long, wet hair plastered to her head as she passed him.

Despite being soaked and muddy from running around in the rain all day, she still looked stunning.

Stunning—the word seemed to have been coined for her. He thought to himself as he started to build the fire.

Yes, she was beautiful, but not the kind of beauty that drives you crazy.

Stunning, yes, that was her, and incredibly stunning.

And her figure—the thought of it made him feel a pang of shame.

For her age, her body was simply amazing.

He'd had many opportunities to peek at her body in the summer when she lounged lazily on a poolside chair in her swimsuit. But that was before she was pregnant with Mary.

After Mary was born, he hadn't actually seen his mother's body in a swimsuit, so he didn't really know what she looked like now.

A sudden pang of guilt over having such thoughts about his mother returned him, and he continued working on the fire.

As he struggled to start the fire, he could hear the running water in the bathroom. This brought his thoughts back to her naked body; he imagined sneaking up and peeking through the keyhole at his mother's beautiful form.

No! How could he have such thoughts? He pulled his mind back to the fire.

Thank God, he and his father had stored a week's worth of wood in the barracks during their last visit. If they hadn't done that, he wouldn't have been able to start the fire.

With his efforts, the weak flames began to lick the wood in the fireplace, and the fire quickly spread.

Squatting by the fire, idly poking at the wood, he began to think of his mother again.

At school, he had overheard other boys talking about pregnant women and women with babies. They said their breasts were enormous and full of milk, and they even said that if a breastfeeding woman's breasts weren't being nursed, her breasts would be very sore and other problems would occur.

Actually, Wayne had never imagined his mother would be like that until one day he saw her breastfeeding Mary. After that, he felt very uncomfortable when other boys talked about women's private parts.

But despite this, he found himself wanting to peek at his mother's breasts again. He had peeked once before, but that time had startled him. He hadn't expected those breasts to be so large and so white and flawless.

Feeling ashamed of thinking about these things, he suddenly realized that his penis was starting to get erect. He quickly stood up straight.

Just as he reached his hand under the edge of his shorts to try and settle his already erect penis, his mother came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a soft pink bathrobe and carrying a large white towel, trying to dry her wet hair.

They both suddenly stopped, staring at each other awkwardly. Then, Wayne turned his back and forcefully pushed his swollen penis into a more comfortable position.

"Are you alright?" his mother asked slowly as she continued drying her hair with a towel.

"Um, yes, oh, of course I'm fine," he muttered, glancing back at his mother.

As his mother walked barefoot across the living room towards him, his eyes were glued to her large, towering breasts. At that moment, he felt his greedy gaze could almost penetrate the soft cotton bathrobe and directly confront those enormous breasts.

"Are you sure you're really okay?" his mother asked with a smile, still seemingly doubtful. "Your face is like red-hot steel." "Yes, um, I think it's probably because of the fire," he mumbled again. "I was too close." "Oh." She stepped forward and stood beside her son, tossing the towel on the floor.

She stood beside him, intently warming herself by the fire, saying nothing. Wayne, still shaken, stood there anxiously.

He couldn't help but steal glances at his mother's ample breasts hidden beneath her bathrobe.

Was she wearing nothing under her bathrobe? He wondered, feeling another twitch in his penis.

"Why don't you get us a drink?" she said, turning to her son. "We can have a little before dinner to celebrate our successful

escape." "Oh, sure, great idea," he blurted out, relieved to finally be free from his mother's body.

"I haven't had a chance to properly thank you for your outstanding performance this afternoon," she said softly, leaning closer and gently kissing her son's cheek. "You saved our lives!" "Oh, Mommy," he replied cautiously, his face flushing again.

Unconsciously, he slowly backed away.

“Really?” she smiled at him. “If it weren’t for your quick thinking, we might already be calling God.” “Anyone would react the same way in that situation,” he replied, hoping his mother wouldn’t notice the bulge in his lower body, and hurried to the cupboard.

There were a few bottles of wine in the cupboard, and he took one out. As he clumsily opened the bottle, he didn’t forget to steal a glance at his mother out of the corner of his eye. She was turned to the side, letting the fire in the fireplace dry her soft, curly brown hair.

When he glanced sideways, the hem of her bathrobe was open, and from there he could clearly see one side of her breast—a whole, bare breast.

So she probably wasn’t wearing anything under her bathrobe. He thought silently, his penis starting to throb again, and he almost dropped the bottle.

“Are you feeling unwell?” she asked from the other side of the living room.

"Oh, no, this... cork... is a bit... um... difficult." He muttered, wondering if his mother's words had a double meaning.

"Darling, do you need help?" she asked, turning slightly to the side so that the balloons on her bathrobe burst open even wider.

"Oh, no, oh, Mommy," he replied, his eyes seemingly glued to his mother's swollen breasts as he opened the troublesome cap.

He could almost see the entire upper part of her white breasts, and even follow the cleavage down to the mysterious dark brown ring surrounding the nipple—the areola. Despite adjusting his position, he still couldn't make out the nipple.

"I'm getting thirstier and thirstier," she finally said.

Finally managing to pull his gaze away from his mother's breasts, he looked up to find her staring at him. He realized she had noticed him staring at her breasts without saying a word, and his face turned purple with embarrassment.

"Do you like looking at my breasts?" she finally asked, standing up and pulling her bathrobe up a little.

"Mom!" he groaned, his emotions in turmoil.

"But you were staring at my breasts, weren't you?" He couldn't say anything; the unimaginable shame rendered him speechless.

She remained silent for a long time as well.

His hands trembled violently, the glass seemingly never filling. He stumbled to his mother and handed her the glass, but his trembling hands spilled it all.

"It's alright," she said softly, taking the glass from her and holding her son's hand to help him stop trembling.

He didn't know what to say or do. She slowly pried open her son's stiff fingers, took the glass, smiled gently at him, and then slowly took a large gulp.

Suddenly sober, Wayne also took a sip from his glass, almost emptying it in one go.

"God, you seem very thirsty too," she said with a gentle smile.

"I am thirsty," he blurted out, then finished his glass in one gulp.

Using the empty glass as an excuse to leave her side, he turned back to the wine bottle on the table.

He refilled his glass, turned around, and found his mother sitting on the sofa by the fireplace. She had her long legs curled up beneath her, smiling at him.

"Come over here, sit next to me," she said, patting the sofa beside her.

"Oh, um, okay," he mumbled, walking over absentmindedly, almost tripping.

"Take the bottle with you," she told him.

He stopped, turned to get the bottle, then turned back to the sofa and sat down next to his mother.

The two sat there watching the fire in the fireplace, the air filled with the fresh, fragrant scent of her body after her bath. They drank and chatted, and time slowly passed.

"Why don't you rest your head on my lap, like you used to do when you were little?" she asked.

"Oh, okay," he replied, placing the empty glass on the floor.

He adjusted his position and gently rested his head on his mother's soft lap. He looked up at her, the fresh, lovely scent of her body after her bath filling his nostrils, instantly bringing back childhood memories.

She gently stroked her son's hair, smiling at him. Her breasts, the source of his previous embarrassment, were now only inches from his face, separated from his eyes only by the thick bathrobe. Inhaling

her comforting scent, he slowly closed his eyes. Listening to the rain pattering against the window, he began to drift off to sleep. The continuous, muffled roar of the rain was occasionally interrupted by the crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace. Red wine, a warm fireplace, the sound of rain, and that intoxicating body scent—all of this gradually lulled him into a dream.

Wayne didn't know how long he slept, but when he gradually woke up, he could no longer hear the raindrops hitting the window. Letting his mind slowly awaken, he suddenly realized his cheeks were wet. "Is the roof leaking?" he wondered. "That's not surprising, given how heavily it's raining."

He slowly opened his eyes and was suddenly struck by what he saw before him: his mother's naked breasts. He froze. His mother's bathrobe, which had been covering her body, had somehow come undone. He couldn't believe his eyes. His mother's enormous, balloon-like nipples were pressed against his face, and a drop of milky white fluid was slowly oozing from the swollen nipple.

He was mesmerized by the large, pink nipple, as milk continued to seep from it, flowing down the beautiful curves of his mother's breasts.

Just as he was staring intently at those breasts, almost simultaneously, he felt his penis begin to throb painfully. Afraid to move, he savored the momentary, wanton comfort.

Finally, he managed to tear his gaze away from his mother's breasts and discovered she was asleep. Her head was turned to one side, her cheek resting on her shoulder. Quickly returning his gaze to her breasts, he continued to revel in the captivating sight. He had forgotten how pale those breasts had been the last time he had seen them. Now, so close, he could clearly see the delicate blue veins beneath the almost translucent skin.

His quest was finally over, and the prize was right before him, laid bare, perfectly satisfying his depraved voyeuristic desires. He watched as her breasts rose and fell with her breath.

"What would it feel like to suckle on my mother's hard, swollen nipples?" he wondered involuntarily.

"No, I can't do that," he thought. "That would be too much." What would his mother do if she woke up and found him suckling her nipples? She might kill him.

Staring at the pink areolas and nipples, he couldn't help but slowly turn his head towards them, the firm breasts brushing against his cheeks, his lips drawing ever closer to the forbidden fruit. Finally, his lips touched the hard nipple he had longed for.

Then, when a small drop of thin milk trickled down the nipple onto his lips, he became incredibly excited, almost to the point of orgasm—he had never been so excited before. He slowly opened his mouth, his whole body throbbing as if electrocuted.

He parted his lips, and the full, swollen nipple slid between them. He remained still for a while, then finally began to gently suckle the nipple.

For a while, nothing happened. But then he noticed his mother's eyes had opened, flickering. Worried about her reaction, he tried to remain still. Her eyes looked aimlessly ahead for a moment, then suddenly swept towards his face. He didn't know what to do. They stared at each other for a long time, as if time had stood still.

Finally, she began to move slowly, lowering herself and pulling his head towards her chest, so that her nipple could be deeper into her son's mouth.

"Oh, yes, like this," she groaned, pressing his face against her swollen nipples.

"Eat quickly, my breasts are killing me." Wayne was stunned for a moment, then realized his mother wanted him to continue nursing, so he began to suckle slowly from the full, swollen nipple.

When he first started suckling, he was surprised to find only a few thin, watery drops of fluid flowing from the swollen nipple. He had expected more milk, and wondered if he had done something wrong. However, as he began to suckle forcefully, he was startled; milk suddenly gushed from her breasts. Seeing his mother smile approvingly at him, he suckled even harder, feeling the increasingly rich and sweet milk flow into his lips.

That abundant, sweet milk awakened a forgotten childhood memory buried deep within his mind. He was now like an infant, suckling at the milk flowing from his mother's breast. Unfortunately, although his thoughts returned to childhood, his mature body was still filled with excitement.

Although he swallowed as quickly as possible, he still couldn't keep up with the speed at which the milk flowed; some milk spilled from his mouth and ran down his chin. Guided by innate instinct, he buried his face gently but firmly in her full breasts.

He could clearly feel the heavy weight of that breast pressing against his mouth. He seemed never to have enough, wanting more sweet milk; unconsciously, he reached out and cupped his mother's full breasts, and he began to suckle with increasing determination.

"Oh, that's wonderful, baby. Yes, drink all of Mommy's milk, then Mommy's breasts won't hurt anymore," she murmured, pressing her son's face even harder against her breasts.

With his vigorous suckling, he could feel the milk gushing from his mother's swollen breasts gradually slowing down, and her body began to relax. After a few more minutes, he noticed the flow of milk slowly turning into a trickle, and then slowly stopping. He was very disappointed. He

felt

extremely frustrated; now that his mother's breasts were empty, he had no reason to linger in her arms and continue suckling her large breasts. He felt his mother shift her body slightly, and suddenly the nipple that had been in her mouth slipped out. Like a child left unsoothed, his lips continued to move, searching for the nipple.

Suddenly, he was surprised to see his mother slowly unbutton her bathrobe, revealing her other full and milky breast. After slightly adjusting her position, the mother cradled her round, high breasts, lowered herself, and pressed her entire areola, shimmering with pink light, into her son's lips.

When she brought her breast close to his lips, it was like giving a dying man life-saving water. Just moments before, when he first began to suckle, the milk had taken some time to become rich and flowing, but then it flowed too quickly for him to finish; much of it spilled out. Even so, he was now like a hungry child, immediately nudging the nipple with his lips, then snatching it into his mouth and beginning to suckle greedily at the long-awaited milk.

"Oh, wonderful, my darling, yes!" he murmured between suckles.

Wayne's erect penis throbbed as if on fire; he knew he was close to orgasm and ejaculation, he had never been so hard. It felt like a knife was being squeezed hard there; his penis grew increasingly excited and throbbed rhythmically. He had never been so erect in his life.

He suckled and suckled, only to find that the flow of milk was finally starting to decrease, and he felt frustrated once again. Worried that his mother would remove the nipple from his mouth after she had finished nursing, he wondered if he could do something to delay this inevitable consequence.

As he was trying to think of a way to continue nursing, his tongue began to gently lick back and forth between the areola and nipple that secreted milk. He felt his mother's body suddenly harden. Surprised by his mother's reaction, he stopped sucking hard and instead used his tongue to tease the full, swollen nipple in his mouth. The milk was decreasing, but his tongue was becoming more and more persistent in teasing and agitating the erect nipple.

"Oh...my...baby..." his mother relaxed her whole body and sighed.

As Wayne played with her nipples, he felt the legs under his head slowly part, and even more surprisingly, she lifted her lower body and pressed it against the back of her son's head. "Is she getting aroused too?" he wondered, his penis nearing its limit.

Although he could no longer taste the sweet milk, he continued to rub and play with the nipple in his mouth with his tongue. Milk production had completely stopped, but his mother remained motionless, making no attempt to stop him. "She must be enjoying this feeling too," he thought, "Even if it weren't for breastfeeding, she would still let me play with her breasts." He was startled by this thought. He then intensified his assault on his mother's mature and full nipples.

Now he could hear the low, seductive moans his mother made as he licked her nipples, which excited him even more. His hands joined in, kneading and shaping her large breasts into various forms, while his tongue pushed the protruding nipple up and down.

He had initially thought that secretly licking his mother's nipples and suckling her milk was the most exciting thing for him, but now he realized he was wrong. Just thinking about what he was doing now—he was actually playing with his mother's large breasts, and she wasn't stopping him at all, but rather seemed to be enjoying it—caused an increasingly strong surge of desire to fill his entire body, which he could no longer resist.

The more Wayne played with his mother's nipples, the more tightly her soft mons pubis pressed against the back of his head.

Suddenly, he felt his mother's hand fall from the back of the sofa to his stomach.

He didn't know if she did this intentionally or unintentionally, but one thing was certain—her hand could touch his throbbing, erect penis at any moment.

Since his mother didn't seem to care, Wayne grew bolder and bolder, and he intensified his actions, kneading and massaging his mother's snow-white mounds into various shapes.

When he felt his mother's hand slowly moving down towards his erect penis, his heart almost stopped.

Was she doing it consciously or just a reflex? Regardless, his penis was now like a loaded pistol with the trigger pulled, ready to fire at any moment.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and his mother's hand twitched involuntarily, gripping his penis tightly before releasing it.

"Oh...God...ah..." He squeezed his mother's breasts tightly, his penis finally ejaculating inside his shorts.

"Oh, my darling, I'm sorry," his mother whispered, watching Wayne's body convulse as he ejaculated. "I'm so sorry." Wayne couldn't believe it had happened, but he couldn't control himself. Lost in shock and humiliation, his mother gently moved away from him and stood up.

"Darling, I'm so sorry, but I have to take this call. It might be your father, Tony," she said softly, adjusting her bathrobe, before walking to the phone.

Wayne buried his head in the pillow, wishing he could disappear into a hole. How could he have ejaculated in front of his mother? Overwhelmed with shame, he feared he might never be able to face his mother again. He buried his head deep in the sofa cushions, as if to bury his shame with them. Tears of shame

streamed down his face, but

he could hear his mother on the phone. Amidst the cacophony of rain pounding on the barracks, he couldn't make out what she was saying. Then, in that instant, he felt utterly exhausted. His eyelids drooped, and without wanting to resist, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke, the room was dim. Looking around, he saw the fireplace had been relit, filling the room with a warm, soft glow. He didn't move, letting his eyes adjust to the light. After a while, he opened his eyes and slowly searched the room, finding his mother sitting in a large armchair by the fireplace.

He couldn't believe his eyes—his mother was sipping red wine from a glass in one hand, while the other hand was caressing her large, savoring breasts. Although he had just climaxed not long ago, seeing this scene, his penis almost instantly regained its vitality.

His mother seemed oblivious to him; her bathrobe was unbuttoned and spread wide, her full, round breasts completely exposed. She was playing with and pulling on one of her swollen nipples, while Wayne's eyes were glued to this unparalleled beauty. Within seconds, Wayne's penis was as hard as a rock.

Even more shocking happened—her hand slowly slid down from her chest between her legs. Although her sitting position prevented him from seeing what she was doing, when his mother tilted her head back and closed her eyes, he could perfectly imagine where her hand was. Watching his mother play with her body, Wayne was on the verge of a second climax.

Christy's movements became increasingly intense; her legs slowly spread wider, she began to moan as before, her hands moved faster, and her breathing became noticeably more rapid.

But just like before, the phone rang again.

His mother stood up and walked to the phone, and Wayne immediately closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He could hear his mother speaking softly on the phone, but the annoying sound of raindrops made it impossible for him to make out what they were saying. After a while, she hung up, slowly walked past the sofa, and returned to her armchair.

Wayne slowly opened his eyes and saw his mother unbutton her bathrobe again, resuming her caresses of her large breasts.

Slowly, he sat up.

"Do your breasts hurt?" he asked, brazenly, emboldened by some unknown source of courage.

"Wh...what? What are you talking about?" she stammered, turning around, somewhat exasperated.

His eyes roamed greedily over his mother's bare breasts, without answering. She seemed flustered, so she didn't immediately cover her exposed breasts.

"I asked you if your breasts are starting to hurt again?" Upon hearing this, the mother immediately looked at her chest, her face flushing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she murmured, then slowly pulled her bathrobe up to cover her breasts.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just found it amusing to see your exposed breasts," he said with a slightly guilty smile.

"They do hurt a little," she replied with a smile, "but not as much as before." "Your breasts are beautiful," he said, unsure of what to say next.

"Do you really think so?" This time it was the mother's turn to feel embarrassed. "I thought they were sagging a little." "Oh, no, Mom, they're very beautiful," he blurted out, clearly excited.

"Well then, thank you for the compliment," she smiled gently, taking another sip of her drink.

"Um... could you... let... let... let... me... suck... your... milk again..." he muttered, unsure of what to say.

"What did you say?" she asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Oh, no…it’s nothing,” he said hesitantly.

“Does she know about my ejaculation?” he wondered with a chuckle. He wanted to say something, but he didn’t know how.

“Why don’t you get something to eat?” she told him. “I made some snacks while you were asleep.” [Ah, that’s great.] He sat up and went to the table.

“You were sleeping soundly,” she said loudly, hoping to drown out the rain outside. “I didn’t want to wake you after what happened.” Wayne didn’t know what to say or do in response, so he wolfed down almost half of the snacks on the table. He was actually starving, but his heightened libido had made him forget everything.

He poured himself another drink and went back to the sofa. Just then, his mother told him that they would be stuck there until at least tomorrow afternoon. Tony found the sheriff and learned that there was a bridge repair team from the nearby National Guard that would come to repair the broken bridge as soon as the rain stopped.

The heavy rain continued to fall outside as if seeking revenge, so Wayne didn't need to worry about how long he would have to get out of this predicament. He glanced at his watch and realized it was already 9 p.m.

"Oh, it's so late," he said, pouring himself another drink.

“Yes, you slept for a while,” Christ said with a smile, taking a sip of her drink. “You’re so tired today.” They were silent for a moment. Wayne stood up, walked to the door of the barracks, opened it, and looked out at the torrential rain pouring down like a waterfall.

“Good heavens, the rain is still so heavy,” he complained to his mother.

“I heard you,” she answered loudly.

Closing the door, he went to the fireplace to warm his hands. He wanted to ask his mother if he could still nurse. But he didn’t know what to say, so he stood there, waiting to see what she would say.

“Darling, I think I should go to bed,” he heard his mother say after a while. “I’m tired today too.” “Of course,” he said, unsure what to say. “I think I should go to bed too.” Wayne was a little disappointed that his mother didn’t let him nurse again. He staggered back to his bedroom and took off his clothes. Since the room was warm, he could sleep naked as he was used to. Hearing his mother preparing to sleep in the next room, Wayne relaxed and gently slid his large penis up and down.

Suddenly, Christ's head popped out in the doorway. Oh no, he knew his mother had seen him masturbating!

"Oh, goodnight, baby," she said. "I... um... I hope you have sweet dreams." Before he could think of anything to say, she had disappeared through the doorway.

"Oh, goodnight, Mommy!" he could only shout back.

There was no reply. After a while, the light in her room went out, leaving only the dim light of the fireplace in the living room. Lying in bed, reflecting on the day's events, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, he found himself awake. Something he didn't understand had woken him. The fire in the fireplace was dying down, and the living room was dark, but he didn't hear any particular sound. Then he heard the sound of wood being added to the fireplace. He looked towards the fireplace, where the fire gradually brightened, and he saw his mother there, adding more wood to the fireplace. The fireplace wasn't clearly visible from Wayne's bed, but a dim light could still be seen emanating from it.

Looking from his bedroom doorway into the living room, Wayne suddenly spotted his mother's shadow in the doorway. He knew his room was too dark for her to see his eyes clearly, so he hadn't pretended to be asleep.

Christy stood in the doorway for a long time, peering into the room. Wayne didn't know what she was looking at. Although the fire in the fireplace was weak, Wayne's eyes had already adjusted to the dim light, and he could see his mother wearing a very, very thin nightgown. Even in such dim light, he could easily make out the beautiful curves of his mother's figure hidden beneath the nightgown as she stood in the doorway. Lying on his back, he felt his penis instantly harden.

Just as he was wondering what his mother wanted to do, she slowly walked into Wayne's bedroom, heading towards his bed.

As she sat down beside her son's bed, the alluring fragrance emanating from her enveloped Wayne. What would she do next? Wayne's heart nearly stopped.

Then he felt his mother slowly pull back the blanket and lie down. She was now lying beside him, right on his bed! Wayne's heart pounded even faster as her warm body pressed against him.

"Wayne, are you awake?" he heard his mother ask softly.

"Oh, yes," Wayne replied in a low voice, his lips dry, barely able to speak.

"Would you mind if I lay here for a while?" she asked, pressing her body even closer.

"Oh, no...no problem," he groaned, feeling his mother's full breasts pressed against his arm.

She was silent for a moment.

"Baby, my breasts are starting to hurt again, could you suckle them for me?" she finally whispered.

"Oh, okay...okay," he replied breathlessly, seeing his mother pull back the blanket and unbutton her robe.

"Thank you!" she whispered.

Turning around, Wayne buried his face between his mother's full breasts, like a young animal searching for food, nuzzling his head and searching for the source of milk—the nipple.

Once he found it between those large breasts, Wayne's lips pressed against it, never leaving it. He suckled desperately. Just like last time, only a few thin drops of milk initially flowed from the nipple. With a harder suck, Wayne felt the flow increase. Almost instantly, his efforts paid off, his mouth full of his mother's sweet milk.

Like a pump at full power, he greedily sucked, his whole being immersed in the incomparably delicious milk. Wayne played with his mother's nipple between his tongue and lips, his erect penis pressed tightly against her soft, warm thigh. The hem of her robe must have been rolled up, because there was no obstruction between his penis and her smooth skin.

Desire was ignited, and Wayne uncontrollably pressed his burning penis even harder against her smooth thighs.

He knew his mother could definitely feel the rock-hard penis against her thighs, but she didn't try to move her thighs away from him. With Christy's silent consent, Wayne's mouth intensified its caressing of her swollen nipples, while his penis continued to rub against her thighs.

"Oh, good, baby, this feels amazing!" he heard his mother whisper in his ear.

Wayne's feverish mind couldn't distinguish whether his mother meant the rubbing of his penis was good or the caressing of her breasts.

It all happened so fast; he hadn't even had time to understand how it was happening.

His reason was completely overwhelmed by desire. It was all unbelievable: he was lying next to his dear mother, sucking and playing with her large breasts, and pressing his penis tightly against her smooth thighs.

"Could this really be happening? I must be dreaming," he thought, though he knew it wasn't.

Like a man dying of thirst, he suckled voraciously, until the milk from his mother's nipple slowly dwindled. Wayne wanted to suckle more, but the sweet taste eventually stopped.

"Baby, do the other one too!" Christe whispered, coaxing her son's face to her other breast.

To reach the other breast, Wayne had to straddle his mother and bend over.

He clumsily propped himself up with his hands, crossing one leg over Christe's body. Now, Wayne's legs were straddling his mother's thighs, and his rock-hard penis was pressed against her crotch. He bent down and quickly took the full, swollen nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, that's wonderful, baby," Christy groaned. "You're making me feel so good!" Gradually losing control, Wayne, while caressing his mother's large breasts with his mouth, began to forcefully thrust his painfully hard penis between her thighs. Wayne knew his mother could definitely feel his penis between her legs.

The mere sensation of his large penis against her smooth thighs was already bringing Wayne to a second climax. Knowing there was no way to hide his orgasm this time, Wayne continued to thrust his penis between his mother's thighs, rubbing it frantically.

Wayne's head moved excitedly and eagerly back and forth against his mother's chest, his hands cupping her full, plump breasts, kneading and squeezing them forcefully, as if he felt the milk flowing so freely wasn't enough, hoping to squeeze out even more.

"Oh, baby!" Christy could only groan silently under her son's wanton ravaging of her large breasts.

Without restraint, Wayne gulped down his mother's warm, sweet milk, seemingly insatiable. He squeezed her large, soft breasts tightly with both hands, hoping the milk would flow endlessly.

Being able to press against his mother, playing with and suckling her breasts, gave Wayne an unprecedented sense of arousal.

Christy lovingly stroked her son's hair, pressing his face deeply against her chest. Suddenly, Wayne felt the muscles in his mother's thighs tense; she was trying to move her leg away from his forcefully thrusting penis! This frustrated Wayne greatly; he could only slowly lift one leg, allowing his mother to slide it off him.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind—he realized he was now lying between his mother's long, shapely legs!

"Oh, Wayne!" Christy groaned softly.

Encouraged by this, Wayne immediately resumed his assault, continuing to knead the large breast in his mouth. Unfortunately, the milk production quickly dried up and eventually stopped.

Unwilling to accept this, Wayne continued to tease the swollen breast, shifting his body slightly to press his hard penis against his mother's smooth, warm inner thigh.

Since Wayne was currently lying face down on his mother, his lower abdomen was pressed against her soft, hairy mons pubis. He was so excited; he could almost feel every single curled pubic hair tickling his abdominal skin. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it happened. There was

no barrier between Wayne and his mother; the only barrier was the son's naked skin against the mother's naked skin. He couldn't believe it; she must have completely unbuttoned her robe before lying down next to him.

This was incredible, unbelievable! Wayne felt a shiver run through him. Driven by obvious lust and illicit desire, he pressed his abdomen down further, his mind churning once more. As his mother gently lifted her lower body, he felt the wetness there.

"Oh, baby!" Christie moaned softly.

Lost in a desire he had never experienced before, Wayne slowly let his mother's nipple slip from between her lips, then used his mouth to caress the hot, smooth skin of her large breasts. He then slowly kissed his way up from her breasts to her neck.

"Oh, baby..." Christie exclaimed, arching her neck to embrace her son's persistent lips.

Propelling himself forward, Wayne decisively kissed his mother's neck, then paused briefly before gently kissing the soft skin beneath her chin. His lips then moved quickly over her chin, landing on her lips.

"Oh, God!" Christie moaned, embracing her son's face and pressing her lips tightly against his.

As their lips met, their bodies clung together in a passionate embrace.

As their passion raged, Wayne suddenly realized his large, erect penis—or rather, the head of his penis—was resting between his mother's moist, tender labia.

He hesitated for a moment, worried that his mother wouldn't allow him to approach her most sacred, dark forest. Then, just as the tip of his penis felt the warm, wet fluid emanating from her, his mother gently arched her hips, pushing her wet vulva against him.

Wayne hesitated for a moment, then resolutely pressed his lips to his mother's, his tongue slowly slipping into her mouth.

Just then, Wayne noticed his mother's hands on his buttocks, tightly gripping his cheeks. He could feel her long, pink nails digging deeply into his skin.

Everything seemed inevitable. Wayne slowly pushed the head of his penis into his mother's already soaking wet vulva.

"Oh...oh...oh..." As their lips parted, Wayne heard his mother let out a long moan.

After catching his breath, Wayne found his forehead covered in sweat.

He was both excited and confused. Should he continue or stop? It would be a grave mistake. They were about to commit a grave transgression, a violation of all moral standards, and he would be forever branded as an incestuous person.

But despite his chaotic mind, he knew there was no turning back. They had gone too far; nothing could stop them from falling into this bottomless abyss of debauchery and incest.

Finding his mother's lips again, Wayne kissed her hungrily and deeply, his raging cock slowly sinking into her burning flower. Could this be real? he thought excitedly. His penis slowly sank deeper and deeper into her hot and tight cunt.

He was fucking his beloved mother's wanton secret! He was going to hell, but it was worth it! It was truly worth it! He was fucking his beloved mother's wanton secret! What could be more wonderful than this?

The feeling was indescribable. His entire penis felt like it was entering a silky, smooth, yet hot and tight vaginal opening, which was gently squeezing and pressing against every inch of his shaft.

It was unbelievable how much deeper his penis penetrated that secret, wet cavern; the temperature rose and the moisture increased. Nothing could be more anticipated; this was the most wonderful experience a boy could imagine. While

the physical pleasure was unparalleled, discovering that his mother was his willing partner in this evil abyss was paramount. When he wanted to continue making love with her, it would be impossible without her cooperation; now she was not only his mother, but also his soulmate.

"Oh, fuck, God, Mom!" Wayne gasped, parting his mother's lips.

"Oh, Wayne, my darling!" she cried, thrusting her lower body forward again.

Wayne's engorged penis slid effortlessly into the depths of his mother's wet vagina, the place of his birth, the source of everything, the fertile ground where he first grew up! It was like heaven!

Although he was deeply captivated by the feeling of making love with his mother, he was still slightly surprised. This should have been sinful; he should at least feel some shame, but he couldn't believe it was so natural and wonderful. The feeling of making love with his beautiful mother was indescribable; he never wanted to make love with any other woman again.

Forcibly suppressing the wonderful sensations surging through his penis, Wayne pulled his throbbing penis out slightly, then forcefully thrust it back into the depths of his mother's hot, throbbing vagina. Her hot, moist flesh tightly enveloped his engorged penis, making Wayne feel as if his entire body, even his very soul, was ablaze.

The intense pleasure from his scrotum quickly spread throughout his body, becoming unbearable.

He was sure his mother felt the same way, because Christy was arching her beautiful buttocks, allowing her son's large penis to penetrate deeper into her burning vagina. While his penis made intimate contact with her wet cunt, her soft breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, and the milk still flowing from them wet his chest. His penis

thrust in with all its might, and finally, Wayne felt his erect glans slam heavily against his mother's incredibly tender clitoris, which immediately released even more lustful fluid. Mother and son were simply born for each other; their union was perfect.

Wayne plunged his penis deep into his mother's hot, contracting cunt, bent down, and kissed her again. Christy responded passionately to her son's kiss, and soon Wayne's tongue skillfully slipped into her mouth. Mother and son straightened their bodies until there was no space between them, embracing tightly and kissing each other passionately.

The passion coursing through his body quickly transformed into a white-hot spasm. Wayne's scrotum suddenly tightened and contracted, the raging fire of desire about to boil over!

"Mom!..." Wayne tried to warn his mother, but it was too late. His penis erupted violently inside his mother! Like a large ball of white-hot lava erupting deep within her vagina.

"Oh, Wayne..." Christie sobbed softly, her long legs raised high, tightly gripping her son's waist, forcefully lifting her hips to receive his rain.

"Wayne, my... baby!" Christie cried out loudly. But her son refused to give up, continuing to thrash and convulse, and the mother's cries slowly turned into sobs.

Again and again, Wayne felt his penis erupting from the depths of his mother's thirstily sucking flower, gush after gush of thick, hot white semen. Wave after wave of extreme pleasure washed over his body; even heaven could not compare.

"Oh my God, Mom, I love you!" Wayne, like a tireless pile driver, thrust forcefully into his mother, panting heavily.

Finally, the enraged beast slowly calmed down, no longer spewing flames within Christie. The immense mental and physical exhaustion caused Wayne to collapse onto his mother.

Mother and son embraced for a long time without speaking, then, as if suddenly understanding each other's thoughts, Wayne and his mother began to kiss and caress each other's bodies.

Filled with loving caresses, Wayne was surprised to find that his large penis, still deeply buried inside his mother, hadn't softened; it remained erect. So, he slowly began to gently thrust in and out of his mother's wet, lustful vagina. His mother's body immediately responded eagerly; she needed her son's gentle penetration. But soon, their bodies involuntarily began a passionate rhythm.

"Oh, Wayne, I love it when you fuck me like this!" Christie moaned softly, enjoying the pleasure her son's penis brought her.

"Mommy...Mommy...Mommy..." The mother and son's genitals collided and pounded, and Wayne unconsciously let out low cries. The passion that had been building up inside them exploded so powerfully that they seemed to never have enough of each other, like two animals tearing at each other, struggling to escape from the blazing flames of desire.

"Fuck me! Yes! Fuck Mommy hard! Fuck Mommy's cunt until it's ripped apart, fuck it raw!" Every time Wayne thrust his hard penis into his mother's cunt, he could hear her muttering these words.

Christ's murmurs only fueled the mother and son's excitement. Their engorged penises and burning cunts pounded together with the most primal rhythm of the world, each thrust spraying the overflowing love juices from the mother's cavity everywhere.

Christ's cunt tightly enveloped her son's erect penis, the tender flesh inside rubbing against the shaft and glans. Her clitoris, deep within, convulsed like a powerful suction machine, trying to draw in the essence from the glans, occasionally emitting loud, thumping sounds that drowned out the sound of the heavy rain pounding on the barracks outside. But the mother and son didn't care; at this moment, everything else was irrelevant.

After about thirty minutes of intense and fierce fighting, Wayne finally felt his scrotum begin to tighten and contract. He knew he was about to reach his climax. His mother continued to writhe beneath him, crying and begging him to fuck her harder. He could only desperately hold back.

"Oh, fuck, baby, I...I'm...coming...!" Christie's muscles suddenly tensed, and she hugged her son tightly, screaming.

At the same time, Wayne felt his mother's vaginal cavity, which was enveloping his penis, suddenly contract. The two tender lips of her vagina seemed to become an insurmountable lock, firmly fixing his penis inside her. The deepest part of her flower also tightly sucked and squeezed his glans in waves. At this moment, Wayne could no longer endure it.

"Fuck you to death, I'm going to fuck you to death, Mommy, I'm coming too!" With thousands of thick semen gushing out, Wayne threw his head back and shouted loudly. Just then, a huge bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, illuminating the entire room, as if the heavens and earth were moved, wanting to etch this moment into their memories.

Under the power of this flash, Wayne felt his raging penis reach its peak inside his mother's vagina.

The thunderclap that followed the lightning shook the entire camp.

Wayne's ejaculation continued unabated, accompanied by involuntary twitches of his penis. Thick, milky-white semen splattered violently against the walls and core of his mother's wet, throbbing vagina, far exceeding the capacity of her small cavity. He could feel his semen mixing with the vaginal fluids gushing from his mother's vulva, flowing down her soft labia, along his still-relenting penis, between her upturned buttocks, and soaking the sheets.

Mother and son continued their lovemaking, moaning softly, time seemingly frozen in time. Finally, they could no longer hold on and collapsed in each other's arms. Exhaustion after the intense arousal quickly caused them to fall asleep in each other's arms.

Wayne gradually awoke from extreme fatigue and dizziness. He stretched, yawned, and wondered why he felt so lightheaded. But then, he remembered what had happened last night, and a chilling coldness rose from his groin.

"God, I made love with my mother! Or was this just a crazy, wild dream under the influence of some kind of magic?" Wayne was a little panicked, and he started sweating. "This must be a dream," he thought.

Then, he caught the lingering scent of his mother's perfume in the air. He immediately turned around and sniffed the crumpled sheets, but the perfume was stronger there. She must have been in his bed! But did they make love as he remembered? Maybe he just let her nurse, like earlier? Maybe that was all, and the rest was just his imagination.

But as the drowsiness of sleep gradually faded, those shocking details returned to Wayne's mind piece by piece. Then, as if to confirm it, he felt dried semen on the pubic hair between his legs.

This wasn't a dream, it was real! He—did—have—slept—with—his—mother!

Recalling every passionate moment, Wayne quickly realized his penis was hard again. The intoxicating memory of making love between mother and son was the most powerful aphrodisiac for him. He had already made love with his mother, and now, he wanted more. The evil monster within him stirred, yearning to sink once more into the sea of desire they had created together.

Now that he had tasted the forbidden fruit of incest, there was no turning back; he had to continue.

"But what does Mother think? Where is she? Has she gone back to her own bed out of shame and disgust? Is she lying in bed, ashamed and contemptuous of herself and what she has done?" Wayne was terrified that his mother would hate him, hating that answer. He had to know what his mother was really thinking. Just

one night of making love, and Wayne couldn't get used to his mother's absence. He looked down at his watch; it was already 9 o'clock. Where had the time gone?

Recalling last night, Wayne reached down and grabbed his engorged penis, rubbing it rapidly. He slowly got off the bed, wishing it wasn't his hand, but his mother's!

Walking towards the door, Wayne gazed admiringly at his ten-inch-long, rock-hard penis, which seemed to be swaying and searching for prey. Stopping at the doorway, he looked into the living room.

When Wayne saw his mother standing in the front doorway, looking out the window, he felt a surge of hope and tenderness.

Wayne's eyes were fixed hungrily on his mother's body when he suddenly noticed the intense sunlight streaming in through the window.

The rain had finally stopped.

Wayne felt a strange sense of disappointment. He had hoped the rain would continue, giving him more time alone with his mother, if she didn't hate him.

But the rain had stopped, making every moment precious. Wayne gazed at his mother; the dazzling sunlight streamed through the window, bathing her in its warmth. He could clearly see that she was wearing nothing but a thin, transparent nightgown—the same one she'd worn the nightgown the night before. His gaze could easily penetrate that garment. He stared at his mother's alluring silhouette, clearly outlined in the sunlight, and his already hard penis trembled even more violently.

Wayne couldn't move; he was afraid to know what his mother was thinking. But he had to find out.

"Does she hate herself? Or... or what?" he wondered. "Has she regained her senses and, in this bright, sunny morning, completely abandoned herself?" Wayne tried to imagine what his mother was thinking. "She must be thinking about something. Does she think she's a monster? Yes, what they did was wrong, terribly wrong, but it felt so wonderful!" Wayne had slept with several girls before, but none of it compared to what happened last night. Before last night, he loved his mother like any normal boy, but now that love had mutated into a powerful urge and desire to possess her body! This desire was so deep that just looking at her made his heart ache. He had never known anything could be so intense! So reckless! So addictive!

Looking down, Wayne saw his erect penis throbbing, and just thinking about her was enough to bring him to orgasm.

But what did his mother think of him?

Trying to control his desires, Wayne recalled with a touch of shame: it was this woman who raised him; she was the one who patted his backside when he needed her; she was the one who wiped his bottom when he wet himself; she was the one who slightly punished him when he misbehaved; she was the one who wiped his nose when he caught a cold; she nurtured him! She warmed him! She comforted him! And she was the one who fucked him!

Regardless of what she thought, she was his lover for one night. In Wayne's heart, he was his mother's lover and always would be, no matter what she thought. He knew his love for his mother was illicit, but it was all he had. He also knew it was wrong for a boy to love his mother like this, but he couldn't control himself; he had become a prisoner of desire.

Wayne needed to know what his mother thought after they had made love, what she thought of him. He couldn't suppress himself any longer; he had to know now.

Wayne tiptoed through the living room as quietly as possible and stood behind his mother. He stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly, pressing her body against his.

"Who? Oh, oh," Christy mumbled as she noticed her son's embrace.

"Good morning, Mom," Wayne imagined. "How are you feeling today?" Christy didn't answer.

Wayne's heart leaped into his throat. His mother seemed to have ignored him for a while, and he dared not move. "Then she really hates herself!" he thought.

"Oh, I'm fine today," Christy finally sighed, relaxing slightly and leaning closer to her son.

"Are you angry with me?" Wayne asked, gently tightening his embrace.

Once again, Christy was silent for a moment before answering.

"Oh, baby, I'm not angry with you," she whispered. "I'm angry with myself." "Why?" Wayne asked, feigning ignorance.

“Oh, darling,” Christ said softly, “I shouldn’t have come to your room last night. It was a complete mistake.” “But, Mommy,” Wayne blurted out, “it was wonderful, amazing, absolutely wonderful.” “No, baby, it was a complete mistake,” she cried. “We had no right to do that.” “Mommy, how could it be a mistake?” Wayne argued, hoping to convince her mother. “It was the best thing ever!” “Wayne, we committed incest. It was a mistake,” Christ said murmured.

“Mommy, it can’t be a bad thing,” Wayne muttered, still hoping to convince her mother that what they had done wasn’t so bad.

“Baby, don’t you know what we did?” “What did we do? We made love wildly and wonderfully? How could that be a mistake?” Wayne said.

“But we created a monster, a monster that can’t survive, a monster that must die here, right here in this barracks, right now,” Christie sobbed.

"What? What do you mean?" Wayne persisted.

"Everything we've done, any new feelings that have developed between us, anything that has been conceived here, can no longer continue. That's what makes it terrible." "Why?" Wayne asked, slowly reaching for his mother's large, sagging breasts, gently kneading them.

"Oh, no, Wayne, please don't, we can't do this," Christie cried, weakly trying to push her son's hands away from her chest. "This is wrong, we can't do this!" "But, Mom, I love you so much!" Wayne cried, trying desperately to cup his mother's full, soft breasts in his hands.

Wayne could feel his mother's body trembling with her sobs. He wanted to do something to comfort her pain, but his hands remained firmly on her large, beautiful breasts.

"Mom, no one will know, only you and me," Wayne said, still trying to describe their relationship as natural and reasonable. He was willing to do anything to lure his mother back into bed.

He had to make her understand how much he needed her.

Then, Wayne noticed something wet on his hands; he realized his mother's breasts were producing milk again. Imagining those large, white breasts and the delicious milk within, his penis throbbed with excitement.

"This is wrong," Christie said, trying to stop crying. "Mother and son having sex is a terrible mistake, don't you know? It's incest, an unforgivable sin." "But, Mom, it's so beautiful, it can't be a sin." "Oh, Wayne, my darling," Christie blurted out. "Can't you see? Don't you know how much Mom wants us to do that? But we can't keep pretending it's okay, even if I really want to. One of us has to stop this before it completely spirals out of control and ruins everything. We have to stop it before it gets any worse." "Please, Mom," Wayne pleaded, holding his mother even tighter.

"Oh, Wayne, please don't tempt me. We can't do this, baby, or we'll regret it for the rest of our lives." "But, Mom, we've already done it once, what difference does it make if we do it again?" "Oh, Wayne, don't put me in this dilemma." "Can't we just do it one more time? Mom, please." "God, Wayne, please, I beg you, baby." "Mommy, no one will know, just you and me. Just one more time, okay, Mom?" Wayne whispered in his mother's ear, feeling her resistance gradually crumbling.

"Oh, Wayne, we've made such a terrible mistake," Christie murmured.

Then, as if she had finally given up, Christie slowly leaned into her son's arms.

Neither of them moved, standing there for a while. Finally, Wayne felt his mother slowly turn to face him, her eyes filled with passion as she looked at him, and Wayne felt his heart melt.

Looking back into his mother's eyes, Wayne was shocked to find her so tired and exhausted. He could see the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and lips, wrinkles he had never noticed before, even dark circles under her eyes. He had never seen his mother look so weary. But despite her lack of makeup and her haggard appearance, Wayne still found her incredibly beautiful.

Gazing into his mother's large brown eyes, Wayne felt himself being slowly drawn into that endless, deep vortex. When their eyes met, Wayne felt himself being immersed in the tender love pouring from the depths of his mother's heart. Then, as Christy looked intently back into her son's eyes, she slowly raised her hand, reached out to his cheek, and quietly embraced his head.

“If we do it again,” Christ said softly but firmly, “can you swear to me you’ll never ask again?

Swear we’ll never make the mistake we’re about to make again; swear the devil we’ve created here will die in this barracks and never be born again!” “God, I promise, Mom, I swear,” Wayne lied, knowing he would do anything to make love to his mother one more time.

“You swear?” Christ asked again, searching for the truth in her son’s eyes.

“I swear, Mom!” Wayne chuckled, his penis bouncing excitedly.

“It really was a mistake,” Christ murmured, “but I want you too, baby, but this has to be the last time. We can never do this again.” “Okay, Mom,” Wayne groaned, wrapping his arms around his mother’s body, holding her tightly.

As her son tightened his embrace, Christ pushed him away slightly.

“Tony called earlier and said they expect to come and rescue us around 4 p.m. today,” Christie told her son breathlessly. “So we only have this time, from now until then, to appease the angry demon that has taken over our bodies, and after that, we can’t do this anymore.” “Oh God, Mom,” Wayne groaned, suddenly lifting his mother’s 125-pound body into his arms, swaying slightly as he quickly carried her across the living room to his room.

Christie wrapped her arms around her son’s neck, resting her head on his shoulder, gently breathing on him and nibbling his ear.

Wayne gently placed his mother’s body on the bed, then stood by the bed, gazing intently at her.

“What’s wrong?” Christie asked, wondering why he had suddenly stopped. “Is something the problem?” “Oh God, no,” Wayne grimaced. “I was just thinking how beautiful you are, Mom!” “Oh, silly,” Christie chuckled, slightly embarrassed.

Wayne quickly bent down, unfastening his mother's nightgown, revealing her naked body to the air. He had never truly seen her completely naked before, and now his breath almost stopped; she was absolutely beautiful!

The previous night had been a journey of touch and sensation, and now her radiant, beautiful body was fully displayed before him.

Wayne's eyes greedily scanned his mother's body, noticing that her pair of large, snow-white breasts were still continuously oozing milk. Amazed by the size and smooth, rounded shape of those beautiful breasts, his already erect penis trembled with excitement.

But even with such an alluring pair of full, large breasts right before him, his eyes involuntarily drifted down to that mysterious place shrouded in downy hair, to the entrance to his soul hidden beneath the dark forest of soft, curly pubic hair, to the place of his birth, to that dark, forbidden place.

Gazing at it, Wayne could clearly see the deep recessed entrance of that sacred temple, but what lay inside? He had to get closer to see clearly, to see that mysterious fleshy cave that had once nurtured him, that place that had once deeply embraced his entire body, but now could only accommodate his thick penis.

Kneeling on the ground, Wayne tentatively reached out and gently parted his mother's slender, jade-like legs. As her legs trembled and were opened, he saw the mysterious gate of her vulva, wet and wide open, saw the two thick labia guarding his mother's secret cave, shyly trembling as they stretched out, like a beautiful flower in full bloom, gladly welcoming the spring breeze to pluck them, and his erect penis swelled even more.

"Oh, God!" As the plump, engorged petals fully unfolded, the pink, tender flesh of the inner walls of her vagina also wriggled and was fully displayed before Wayne's eyes, and he cried out.

He couldn't help but lean down and bury his face in his mother's moist, hot secret cave. He was deeply captivated by the fragrant aroma emanating from her, an aroma specifically designed to stimulate male virility. Her mature, unwashed, and all-encompassing feminine scent inspired him to lick and devour the long-awaited vulva.

"Oh, my God, baby!" Christie murmured as her son's lips began their long-awaited assault, his tongue plunging deep into her vagina. The spicy, intoxicating

scent emanating from her constantly flowing, lustful opening drove Wayne to wield his nimble tongue, plunging it into the moist, plump entrance.

Completely conquered by the scent and taste of his mother, he buried his face in her wet vulva, eagerly teasing and playing with the two soft, plump petals.

"Oh, baby!" Christie murmured again, pressing her son's face even deeper into her wet, lustful vulva with both hands.

Wayne rubbed his face against his mother's vulva until it was covered in her overflowing fluids, which he then greedily devoured. The problem was, the faster he swallowed, the more fluid seemed to seep from that secret cave. He had to give up and instead gently patted and licked it with his tongue. Soon, he made a new discovery: the focal point of the entire flower—his mother's clitoris.

Gently using the tip of his tongue to pry open the tender skin covering it, Wayne felt his mother's hands suddenly tighten around his back, her long nails digging into his skin. At the same time, her vulva pressed up forcefully, covering his face.

As that fragile armor was removed, the tender, vibrant clitoris, freed from its shyness, was already pristine in the air. As his tongue lightly brushed against it, Wayne noticed it slowly becoming erect. At that moment, he heard his mother's deep, magnetic moans, seemingly approval, encouragement, and urging. Wayne was completely captivated.

The mother's previously timid clitoris, after being caressed, suddenly stood erect. Incredibly, with further manipulation by her tongue, it began to swell into a large, lubricated fruit, throbbing in her mouth as if issuing a challenge. It was twice the size of the clitoris of any girl Wayne had previously fucked at school.

Filled with furious passion, Wayne launched a retaliatory attack on his mother's incredibly tender, large clitoris, sometimes flicking it with his tongue, sometimes nibbling and sucking with his upper lip. He could feel her thigh muscles taut like rocks. Knowing she was about to reach the peak of orgasm, her entire body began to churn violently. Wayne's tongue assault became even faster and fiercer, and he sounded the charge. He gently but firmly bit down on the large clitoris with his teeth, his tongue rapidly rubbing, squeezing, and licking between his teeth. His mother's clitoris was ravaged by this three-pronged attack.

"Oh God! Mommy's clitoris... Mommy's clitoris is going to be ruined by my good son! My good son, Mommy's bad son, Mommy's coming...!" Christ's whole body began to tremble and throb, wailing.

Proudly watching his mother reach her climax, Wayne suddenly noticed two thin streams of milk spurting from her firm, protruding nipples.

Even in his wildest dreams, such a scene could not have happened. Wayne couldn't believe that he could bring his mother to orgasm while swallowing her clitoris, and at the same time watch the beautiful sight of his mother's excited breasts spurting milk.

Wayne excitedly slipped his tongue into his mother's wet vulva, licking the tender pink flesh of her throbbing vaginal walls, helping her through this wondrous orgasm. He continued to gently lick and nibble at her clitoris for several minutes before Christy gradually relaxed, her erect body collapsing back onto the bed.

Reluctantly removing his lips from her clitoris, Wayne lovingly kissed her swollen, abnormally large labia, which barely contained the constantly seeping vaginal fluid.

Finally, Wayne stopped his oral assault, crawled onto the bed, and lay down facing his mother. He gently lifted her legs, bent his body, and slowly slid his raging cock into his mother's wet and fiery secret place.

"Oh, Mommy's good son, yes, just like that." Christ felt her sticky, wet flower path being forced open by a thick glans, and then slowly filled by her son's throbbing penis. She sighed encouragingly, "Oh, baby, Mommy's naughty son, fuck me, Mommy's cunt is waiting to be fucked!" As the glans struggled to carve a path in the narrow flower path and entered, Wayne immediately felt the flesh walls inside his mother's cavity rhythmically squeezing the large mushroom head, while the two petals outside the secret cave contracted and caressed the shaft, as if extending an invitation of desire. He had no choice but to raise his head, close his eyes, and slowly insert the entire penis all the way in.

But the depths of his mother's vagina were even hotter, gripping his penis even tighter and squeezing more fiercely. The petals that had been gently unfolding now seemed like two closed doors, tightly constricting the base of his shaft. All Wayne could do was silently exert his strength, rubbing his raging penis deep inside her vagina, and then lean down, taking his mother's erect breast into his mouth.

Christy's swollen breasts, already prepared from her previous orgasm, were ready to release their long-awaited, sweet, thick milk. Hungrily sucking and pulling at his mother's large breasts, Wayne was soon rewarded with a mouthful of milk.

Suddenly, he felt a pang of jealousy for his sister, Mary. From today onward, she would have access to all of their mother's milk, while he would have no chance. But then he thought, what could be more delicious, more palatable than the milk his grown son would drink from the endless flow of his beautiful biological mother's large breasts?

Feeling smug, Wayne greedily swallowed the milk in his mouth, then continued to relentlessly tease and suckle at his mother's large breasts until the flow gradually slowed and finally stopped.

Wayne could only reluctantly let the now-dried-up breast slip out of his mouth, giving it one last, lingering kiss before pulling his still-erect penis from his mother's weeping flower path. He straightened up, gently lowered his mother's legs, and slowly backed away from her body.

"Oh, baby, Mommy's good son," Christie hurriedly reached out and grabbed her son, pleading, "Quickly put your big cock back, back into Mommy's cunt, hurry!" Hearing his mother's urgent plea, how could Wayne ignore it? Overjoyed, he quickly crawled between his mother's fully parted legs, reached out and grabbed his raging, enormous penis, eager to guide it back into her honey-scented flower path. He first rubbed the swollen, round glans against the thick petals and clitoris at the entrance of her vulva a few times, then impatiently thrust it all the way in.

Feeling the heat and moisture from deep within his mother's flower path once more, her entire vaginal cavity gripped his long-awaited penis even more tightly, her thick labia abruptly locking the entrance to her secret cave, seemingly unwilling to let the penis leave.

Wayne used the same trick again, grinding his increasingly swollen penis heavily against the bottom of her flower path, only to find the glans nestled within a tender mound of flesh. Knowing it must be his mother's clitoris, he ground it even harder. The flower core, as if possessed by a spirit, enveloped the enormous glans, relentlessly rubbing against its own delicate nature. But the flower core, unable to withstand such torment, soon released a thick stream of nectar.

Stimulated, Wayne shuddered, forcefully breaking free and pulling his large penis all the way out, leaving only the glans trapped inside the petals. Immediately, he thrust his penis back into his mother's flower path, rapidly grinding it up and down and side to side within her flower core, then pulling it out again. He repeated this motion dozens of times.

At this point, Christie could no longer restrain herself, shouting loudly, "Oh...oh...Mommy's big-dicked son, like this, fuck Mommy's cunt properly!" But then, unexpectedly, Wayne suddenly pulled his throbbing, aching penis completely out of his mother's soaking wetness, much to Christie's dismay.

"Oh, Mommy's good son, what's wrong? Don't you know Mommy's cunt is waiting for you to fuck it?" Christ pleaded. "Hurry up and put your big cock back, stop teasing Mommy, hurry up, baby!" Wayne didn't say a word, crawled over his mother's body, lay down on the other side of her body, lifted her long and slender legs, and thrust his monster with a large purple glans into his mother's eager, burning flower path again, thrusting vigorously. At the same time, he bent down and sucked on his mother's other full breast. In no time, his mouth was filled with gushing milk again.

Wayne felt like he was bathing and drowning in a river full of milk, but even though the milk was so sweet and abundant, it still couldn't quell his burning desire for his mother.

He had to completely possess her, conquer her, and make her willingly become his love's slave forever. He had to make her completely his own; how could he tolerate sharing her with anyone else? He had to possess her exclusively—her enormous breasts, her sweet milk, her wanton cunt, her mouth, her ass, her whole body, her love! He wanted it all!

Suddenly, the milk in her large breasts dried up. Wayne frantically sucked, again and again, but still couldn't revive the flow.

"Oh, my baby, you're sucking too hard," his mother's moan reached his ears.

As he spat out the now-dry nipples, Wayne angrily pulled out his penis. This was unbearable for Christie.

"Oh, baby, what's wrong now? Mommy can't take it anymore! Don't you like fucking Mommy's cunt anymore?

Please, my good son, put your big cock back into Mommy's cunt!" Christie pleaded.

This time, Wayne lifted his mother's long, slender legs together with both hands, then curled them apart, his eyes fixed intently on her vulva, which was still flowing with thick love juice. He thrust his proud, thick penis inside her again, without any hesitation, plunging it all the way in. The head of his penis immediately felt the tenderness of her clitoris once more.

Although her vaginal canal was prepared, it couldn't help but contract abruptly again from this sudden attack. The walls of her vaginal cavity mercilessly gripped the invading penis, and her clitoris sucked at the single eye on the glans like a baby's mouth. The only difference was that the petals seemed to have learned from the previous experience; this time, they didn't fight alone, and the clitoris no longer shyly hid but stood proudly upright, joining in. With the force exerted from three sides, the large penis was finally firmly trapped inside her vagina.

"Oh, Mommy's good son, the big-cocked son born from Mommy's cunt, yes, like that, harder! Harder! Yes, great, just like that, fuck Mommy's cunt hard with the big cock Mommy gave you, fuck Mommy's cunt raw!" Christy finally accepted her son completely and couldn't help but cry loudly.

Hearing his mother's wails, Wayne pounded on his mother's secret place even more violently, he became a furious tyrant.

He pressed his entire body against his mother's, her legs curled up tightly around his waist, his massive penis thrusting in and out of her vagina with tremendous force, her taut buttocks bouncing up and down rapidly, like a super-powerful car with broken springs driving along a undulating country road. His essence, his soul, all his consciousness seemed to converge on that enormous penis, causing it to rise and fall with it, transforming the thick phallus into a super-heavy pile driver, as hard as rock, made of flesh and blood.

With each thrust into the sticky, fiery flower path, he could feel the violent excitement through every tiny vein in his penis, instantly transmitting it to every nerve in his brain and body.

Thrust, withdraw, thrust again, withdraw again, the raging penis galloping wantonly in his mother's vagina, time seemingly standing still. Wayne had become that mindless, massive penis, his sole purpose in life being to bring pleasure and satisfaction to his mother's lustful, wanton cunt.

As Wayne relentlessly pounded his mother's body with his seemingly boundless energy, he finally reaped the rewards. Christy's arms and legs clung tightly to her son's body, the tender flesh inside her chest transforming into powerful hands, gripping his entire penis tightly. Her clitoris, unable to bear the strain, released another thick stream of nectar, her body churning as she finally reached orgasm from her son's penetration.

But Wayne didn't let up at all; he continued to fuck her relentlessly. He didn't know how much time had passed since his mother's last orgasm, only subconsciously feeling the spasms in her vaginal canal again and again—another orgasm! But he continued to thrust powerfully.

He had never been so persistent and energetic, never felt so full of power, so absolutely in control, so tender. He only knew to continue and continue, tirelessly plunging his engorged penis into his mother's vagina again and again.

Finally, just as his mother reached what was probably her fifth or sixth orgasm, Wayne felt a spasm and churning in his scrotum beneath his penis. He didn't care anymore; he wanted to fill his mother's burning vagina with his thick, hot semen, to impregnate her with his bastard child, to possess her in every possible way, to possess her body, her soul, and to completely possess her with his unrestrained ejaculation!

"Come on, baby, shoot it into Mommy's cunt, come on, good son, shoot it all in!" Wayne heard his mother's low moans.

Hearing his mother's wanton urging, Wayne could no longer hold back. His enraged penis violently ejaculated streams of incestuous ammunition onto the undulating walls of her vagina, volcanic lava gushing towards her blooming flower.

Exquisite pleasure, so pure, so intense, instantly filled Wayne's entire mind. He mumbled incoherently, saying things like, "Oh...I...fuck...Mommy, so good...it's...amazing..." A torrent of semen quickly engulfed and filled his mother's seemingly bottomless vagina, overflowing from the narrow crevice between her petals and his penis. Wayne felt as if he had ascended to heaven, his entire body trembling violently.

"Oh, fuck, God!" Christie cried out in ecstasy, her chest quivering from the scalding semen, reaching another climax with her son.

After wave after wave of trembling, the mother and son collapsed together. Gazing into each other's eyes, both felt utterly exhausted, and unknowingly drifted into a beautiful dream.

When Wayne awoke, he felt dizzy and his muscles ached. He yawned deeply, stretched, and wondered why he was so tired. Turning his head, he was shocked to find his mother sleeping naked beside him, her arms tightly wrapped around him. Wayne smiled smugly, then lovingly pulled her closer.

"Wow!" Christy woke with a start, opening her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering. A flicker of shyness and annoyance crossed her face when she realized she was still naked in her son's arms.

But then she smiled—a happy, content smile. Christy leaned over and planted a deep kiss on her son's lips.

"Hello, my little sweetheart!" she whispered in his ear.

"I love you, Mommy!" "I love you too, darling!" Christy straightened up, moving away from her son. Wayne reached out, wanting to pull his mother back into his arms.

"Oh my God!" Christ exclaimed, glancing at his watch. "It's already 2 o'clock, the National Guard could be here any minute!" "Oh, forget it!" Wayne complained. "Can't we just do it one more time?" "No!" Christ sat up, emphasizing.

Wayne stared intently at his mother's breasts, those enormous breasts trembling precariously; the large areolas and the two dark nipples swayed in the air.

"Can I have some more milk?" "Let's get everything sorted out first, and then we'll see." Wayne jumped up and busied himself between the barracks and the jeep outside for a full hour, until everything was finally in order. Back in the barracks, he saw his mother standing by the sink with her back to him.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Wayne asked, walking up behind his mother.

"Oh, I was just preparing some snacks," Christy replied, turning around.

Wayne then saw his mother's shirt was completely open and couldn't help but smile happily. Her large, beautiful breasts protruded heavily, swaying enticingly as if extending an invitation.

"Baby, want some?" his mother's heavenly voice rang in his ears.

Wayne bent down, quickly finding a large, swollen nipple and began to suckle. He held the nipple between his lips, his tongue teasing the sensitive tips. Soon, the breast began to flow with the purest and most abundant milk in the world. Wayne greedily

sipped, until the milk slowly dried up. He quickly spat out the nipple and searched for the other one, but his mother pushed him away.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she told her son, “but I have to save some for Mary.” Though extremely disappointed, Wayne could only lift her two drooping breasts, lovingly stroking and kneading them, then quickly kissing each of her swollen, erect nipples.

“But,” Christie looked down at her son with affection, then suddenly smiled slyly, “I want to drink some of your milk.” “Wh…what, what did you say?” Wayne’s face flushed red, and he stammered incoherently.

“I said, I want to eat my son’s big cock.” Christie knelt down in front of her son, grinning mischievously.

“God, Mommy! That’s so embarrassing!” Wayne’s face turned even redder, looking down at his mother in disbelief.

“Oh, stop pretending, baby, your big cock is getting impatient.” Christie laughed, unbuttoning her son’s belt and buttons.

Wayne stared at his mother in disbelief. She looked back at him, swiftly and expertly ripping down his trousers and underwear, revealing his thick, long penis with a loud thud.

"My God, I can't believe how big it is when it's not throbbing!" she groaned.

Christy glanced seductively at her son, then grasped his enormous shaft with both hands, bringing it to her mouth and taking the large, purple glans into her mouth.

Her hands moved rapidly up and down, kneading the shaft, while her tongue skillfully explored the area around the glans, occasionally licking the urethral opening.

Soon, Wayne's penis throbbed again.

Christy swallowed her son's increasingly engorged penis inch by inch into her mouth, then used one hand to lovingly caress the two mounds of flesh dangling from its base. Wayne couldn't believe what he was seeing; his mother was kneeling before him, half of his eleven-inch cock inside her mouth! Although he had ejaculated more last night and today than he had in the previous six months combined, he could still feel his scrotum beginning to twitch and contract, preparing for another violent climax.

"Oh, Mommy!" Wayne gurgled as his mother began to nibble at the glans.

Just then, Wayne faintly heard the whooshing sound of helicopter wings in the distance; it must be the National Guard coming to rescue them.

At this moment, Christy used her long, sharp nails to gently rub and squeeze his scrotum, while her other hand slid rapidly along the shaft, her tongue sweeping rapidly back and forth over his already throbbing penis.

Wayne could feel the semen in his scrotum beginning to boil.

He couldn't hold on much longer, but he didn't know if he could erupt before the helicopter rushing towards them.

Suddenly, his mother shoved a finger into Wayne's anus, and he felt the volcano about to erupt violently.

"Careful, Mom...Mi, I...I'm...coming..." Wayne roared as his angry penis gushed semen into his mother's mouth.

Christ not only swallowed all of her son's hot semen without hesitation, but also continued to suck on his still erect penis, sucking hard on the wide-open glans. At this moment, the sound of the helicopter grew louder and louder.

Finally, when the huge whirring of the helicopter's wings echoed throughout the camp, Wayne's lava gradually subsided. Christ leaned back, letting the semi-erect penis slide out of her mouth. A trickle of white fluid spilled from her lips as the mother looked at her son seductively, and Wayne immediately reached out to help his mother stand up.

"It tastes great!" Christ said with a sly smile.

They quickly put on their trousers and buttoned them up. Once dressed, Christy took her son's hand and they walked to the porch.

Looking up at the helicopter circling overhead, Christy saw two guards peering out, searching below.

"Are you alright?" someone asked through the helicopter's loudspeaker.

They exchanged a knowing glance and smiled knowingly.

The moment his mother looked at him, Wayne noticed her quickly lick back a drop of semen from her lips with her small, pink tongue, and at the same time, she winked at him and scratched her palm with her fingernail. Wayne was aroused by his mother's actions, feeling a jolt of electricity in his groin; he couldn't believe what was happening.

Wayne grinned at his mother and waved his right hand at the helicopter, indicating they were safe. Hand in hand, they waited for the helicopter to land.

What did this mean? Did it mean his mother would reconsider her ultimatum? When they return to civilized society, will they still be lovers? What does the future hold for them? What will become of them? Who knows?

Wayne thought, time will tell.

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