Why Not Embrace the Ordinary and Fall into Depravity? Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven
Life went on like this. Some might be unhappy to call it mundane—this is what you call mundane?
How many families in the world have this kind of life? But to me, it was mundane, even somewhat tasteless—the most beautiful feather was never
placed on a pheasant, so it could never become a phoenix.
They say the passage to a woman's heart is her vagina. I've been inside once, but I just
can't seem to get in again. It really just doesn't work. My mother and I can masturbate each other, give each other oral sex—I rub her breasts, she
grabs my butt—but the moment we talk about real sex, she immediately sobers up. Every time, I'm so frustrated I want to pluck
all her pubic hair out in one go! Is it that my mom has too much willpower, or is my technique bad? Consider this scenario—
my mom and I are giving each other oral sex in the 69 position (it took me a week to convince her), she licks my penis until it's shiny
, and I lick her until she's aroused. I watched her legs spread wide and her wet, gaping vulva,
and without hesitation, I inserted two fingers, skillfully probing and thrusting. Her other hand would pinch her clitoris, then pat
her buttocks—she was giving it her all. It was really hard work; my arms were constantly bent, and my hands were exhausted.
But Mom still had a grateful heart, and sensibly opened the floodgates, her juices flowing over my chest. Finally,
she didn't have the energy to give me oral sex anymore, focusing solely on bringing her to orgasm, her right hand gripping my penis tightly
but not stroking it—it hurt so much she was about to ejaculate.
Of course, I wouldn't let her succeed. Just as she was screaming and urging me to hurry, I swiftly pulled my hand away,
pushed my mother aside, and sprang up to pin her down, thrusting my erect penis towards her, saying, "Mom, that wasn't
fun enough. Let's do it for real, I guarantee you'll feel a thousand times better."
My mother, this bright red carp, couldn't do a full-on sprawl, but she was quite strong. Holding her breath,
she pushed me away, stood up, tidied her messy hair, swayed her breasts, bent down to pick up her panties and bra, and calmly said, "That's
enough for today..."
leaving me dumbfounded and still rock hard.
I dreamt of kissing her, and I dreamt about it for a long time. I dreamt that my mother was aroused by my oral sex
, and couldn't help but pull my penis into her vagina, urging me to hurry. I also dreamt that my index and middle fingers, like brothers
, brought my mother to orgasm. She lay limply on the bed, and I asked her if I could do it. She didn't answer, so I
spread her pinkish-white buttocks and thrust in deeply.
But it was just a dream, and I always felt a deep regret upon waking. Today, I woke up from another erotic dream. The warm air from the air conditioner
was gentle, and the hair on my body was teasing me. My penis was erect, as energetic as… what? Right now,
the most fitting metaphor is Luo Ying seeing Zhou Huiyi,
Luo Ying seeing Zhou Huiyi with her snow-white breasts and pinkish-white buttocks exposed. My physique is good; I have well-developed pectoral and abdominal muscles. Beyond the smooth pectoral muscles and the uneven
abdominal muscles, my gaze falls upon a towering tower of desire. How tall is it? Not very tall, about
the size of a reader, but if we're talking about something extraordinary, the illicit desires it arouses can truly pierce the heavens. Suddenly
, it occurred to me that my mother hadn't yet licked my nipples. She could suck on my penis, gazing at me with a shy yet loving look.
I could hold her head and thrust hard into her mouth until I ejaculated, making her cough
and vomit like an AV girlfriend, complaining to me (I doubt even my father could do that; only a mother could be so indulgent towards her son,
using it as compensation for not being able to have sex with me). But then I thought, how wonderful it would be if she could lick my nipples seductively, pull down
her underwear, and slip my penis inside.
I did pull down my underwear, revealing my erect penis. Because my mother had already started preparing breakfast,
my bedroom door wasn't closed. I hoped she would take a few more glances at my penis, even though she was already very familiar with it
.
I closed my eyes and waited, imagining how excited my mother would be, how her face would flush and her heart would race. I knew
my mother was coming over; I predicted she would wake me up. But she didn't. I felt movement on the bed, her skin touching
my calves. Suddenly, I felt something enter my glans, and my chest was supported by two hands. I hurriedly
opened my eyes and saw Mom sitting on me, slowly inserting my penis all the way in. She touched my
face and said, "Son, Mom gives it to you. I won't torture you anymore. I'll give you everything."
Her erect nipples were incredibly alluring, and her breasts rippled like water as she moved up and down gently. I
grasped her breasts, tensing my body and desperately trying to feel the tightness and warmth of her vaginal muscles. I asked, "Mom... how could you
..."
Mom said, "I couldn't hold back anymore. From now on, you can do whatever you want."
After saying that, she grabbed my hand that was grasping her breasts and frantically stroked them, seeking pleasure. I didn't know a woman in the throes of passion
could be so strong. Her hands were incredibly powerful, as if she wanted me to tear her large breasts apart. Her big buttocks slapped against me
like pistons driven by a high-frequency engine, and she cried out, "Grab my breasts, harder, fuck me
... faster, harder... fuck me to death..."
This feeling of being raped made me very uncomfortable, so I rolled over and pinned her down, but didn't move:
"Mom, from today on, I can do whatever I want with you? You're letting me fuck you?"
Mom grabbed my arm, scratched me a few times, and said anxiously but with a smile, "Yes, yes, do whatever you want
, hurry up, hurry up."
I mustered all my strength. The same slapping sounds, except I was above, looking down, while Mom was
below, happily receiving, the frequency was higher, the impact stronger. Juices splattered everywhere, some of Mom's vaginal fluid, some of our
saliva. I pressed down on her breasts and fucked her fiercely, while she was lost in boundless pleasure. I asked her if I could ejaculate inside
, but Mom didn't answer, as if she had run out of strength.
So I didn't care about anything else, and amidst her deafening moans and my low, angry shouts, I ejaculated all over her vagina.
I was very satisfied, smug and pleased with myself. I reached into my underwear; it was soaking wet, the fishy smell of semen quickly filling the room,
finally waking me from my daze. Damn it! I had a wet dream! Another dream!
Logically, someone like me who has "sex" almost every day should never have a wet dream, but it was real, truly
real, because of my obsession with Mom, I had a wet dream. It's a pity that your precious semen should be in Mom's
mouth or on her breasts, it really shouldn't have died so tragically in my underwear.
I took off my underwear, jumped out of bed, and rushed out. Mom saw me running around naked and asked what was wrong.
I was in the bathroom, and through the door, I said, "I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing for you, but I had a wet dream
. I won't bother you today." Mom chuckled and said, "Serves you right. God punished you for being too annoying, so it's best if you have
it in your underwear every day. "
I threw my underwear in the basin and turned on the shower to wash, but Mom's words ignited a nameless anger
—wet dreams are inherently unpleasant.
I turned off the shower, walked out of the bathroom, and stood dripping wet in front of Mom, saying, "Mom, I don't want to take a shower anymore
. Please, could you lick me clean with your mouth?" My eyes and tone were very serious.
Mom looked at me with surprise as I approached, even more surprised by what I said. She slapped me on the neck and
said angrily, "What do you take your mother for! You're pushing your luck! Go back and take a shower!"
I rubbed her breasts through her clothes and said, "Mom, I'm in a bad mood today, just give me a blowjob. I've already ejaculated
in your mouth several times, this time is fine."
Mom pulled away from me, glanced at my wet, half-erect penis, and frowned: "No, I think it's dirty!
Go wash up first if you're going to do it."
"It's not dirty, Mom, you've already eaten!"
"Don't talk to me like that!"
"Okay, okay, then give me a blowjob."
"Go take a shower first, we'll... do it after dinner." Mom persuaded me.
I said, "Mom, stop dawdling, I'm just in a bad mood right now, I really want you. Just do it for me,
it's not difficult for you, and it'll make me feel better." I was really annoyed; no man would be in a good mood if he woke up with his underwear soaked
. But what I really wanted was for my mother to reluctantly clean my penis with a frown; her
sad, pained expression was just an act.
Seeing my persistence, Mom finally gave in. I asked, "Mom, have you eaten?" because I saw
only my food and porridge on the table.
Mom said, "Of course I have. You got up so late, why would I wait for you? You… hurry up and sit down. Finish up and
eat quickly." Mom pointed to the sofa.
I laughed and said, "That's too much trouble. I'll sit here. I'll eat while you clean, so neither of us wastes the other's time."
I sat down, my penis already erect, wet, sticky, and filthy.
Mom was furious. She turned and walked away, saying, "I'm not doing it anymore! Where did you learn all these tricks! You think
so little of your mother!" I quickly went up and hugged her, kissing her breasts with both hands, and said apologetically, "Mom, why are you angry again?
I've never looked down on you. Your son wants to spend more time with you. Isn't it a good
thing when I think of you when I'm in a bad mood?"
"Like this, you mean I'll do 'that' to you under the table while you're eating?"
"Oh, you're always thinking dirty thoughts. There are only two of us at home, what can't we do? How about I give you a blowjob first?" I said, reaching
to pull down Mom's pants. Mom quickly pushed me away, reluctantly saying, "You should watch less porn in the future. It's making you
psychologically twisted." She stood by the chair waiting for me to sit down.
I sat down and said, "Okay, I'll only talk to you from now on. Mom, go under the table.
It's uncomfortable for me to eat sideways." I thought, Japanese AVs rarely have this kind of plot, but the erotic novels I read have benefited me
a lot.
Mom crouched under the table, her face contorted with anger as she glared at me, which only enhanced her allure. She grasped my penis, spat, and
said, "So dirty!" Then, hesitantly, she swallowed it, her brow furrowed the whole time.
I adored that expression, that scene. A scenario I'd only ever imagined had actually come true.
I gently cupped Mom's beautiful face in my hands; her cheeks were flushed with resentment and tension. I
said, "Mom, just a little bit, swallow it all." Then I pulled her head forward. She frowned but didn't
resist. And so, her lips pressed tightly against the base of my penis, until I reached her throat.
It felt amazing. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and savored the warm, wet tongue and the flowing saliva.
Mom couldn't take it. She pushed me away, coughed with her head down, and said after spitting out two mouthfuls of saliva, "I'm choking!"
I said, "Okay, then I won't force you. Come on, I still want to eat."
I set out my breakfast and started eating. I glanced down and saw Mom give me a resentful look before taking my
penis back into her mouth, slowly swallowing and spitting it out, her tongue as agile as a dancing kitten. I took a bite of the fried egg and said, "Mom,
you're so good to me, I love you to death."
Mom spat out my penis, took a breath, and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Just don't come up with these crazy ideas to torment your mother in the future."
"It would be even better if you took off your clothes."
"No! I'm going out in a bit, and if you keep fussing, it'll take half a day, and if my clothes get messed up, I won't have anything to change into." "
Mom, where are you going? When will you be back?"
"Just going to the neighborhood office to take care of some things, I'll be back before noon."
I said "Oh," and our eyes met, and we couldn't help but smile. Mom understood and took my penis into her mouth again
, but I stopped her, saying, "Mom, I want you to use your breasts to fuck me... You should take your clothes off. If you're all
off, I'll feel better looking at you, and I'll finish faster. Otherwise, you'll be late."
Mom had no choice but to give in. She said she would take off her clothes and go back to the bedroom so I could eat first. I readily agreed;
indeed, I couldn't eat while being given oral sex.
Although we lived together day and night and I knew her inside and out, I was still amazed when Mom came out of the bedroom, swaying her breasts and acting coy
. She came over, covering her pubic hair, and said, "It's... a little cold. Have you finished eating? Why don't we
go inside?"
I said, "Not yet! The air conditioning is on full blast, it's not cold. Come on, let me warm you up." Then
I hugged Mom, took large chunks of her breasts into my mouth and chewed them vigorously, saliva flying everywhere. My hands naturally went for her plump buttocks. Mom's
whole body was slippery, something I could never get tired of looking at or touching.
She blushed and pushed me away, saying, "I'd better get it done for you quickly, I really have something to do."
I happily sat back down in my chair, pulled my mom over and made her crawl under the table, and touched
her breasts, which were wet with saliva, saying, "Your breasts are almost wet, it'll definitely feel good!"
"Feeling good, feeling good, my foot! For you, your mom has become so shameless!" she cursed,
but lewdly cupped her big breasts and clamped my penis between them.
I hummed in agreement, enjoying Mom's service, and picked up an egg to peel. Mom was laboriously giving me a
blowjob, not even having time to glance at me. She must have been very tired, but her shame seemed to have diminished considerably. Thinking back
to her initial fierce resistance, and now her submissive acceptance of my unreasonable demands, sigh, what changed her
? Was it her love for me? Certainly, but it certainly wasn't the main reason. If she loved me, she would
love me no matter what, even slapping me a few times to make me study harder would be love. Her indulgence probably stemmed from the corrosive influence of desire
.
Desire is bottomless, elevating ordinary things into illicit depravity.
Mom was even a little out of breath from exhaustion, lifting her breasts up and down with real effort. I reached out and touched her chin,
teasingly saying, "Little girl, your breasts are really nice, soft and big, such a good deal for this old gun of mine."
Mom laughed angrily, biting one of my fingers, looking at me triumphantly at my provocation. This was exactly what I wanted. My index
finger, like my penis before, moved in and out, and I looked at her triumphantly, as if to say, "I'm now ravishing your mouth and
breasts."
Mom's tongue immediately intertwined with my index finger, her eyes incredibly alluring, which greatly excited me and made me even harder
. We were both focused on our newly joined parts. Mom stopped the breast play, and I inserted my middle finger, pinching her tongue to
immobilize it, but Mom gently bit me, her tongue licking both fingers thoroughly. Finally,
I pinched her tongue, and she bit my finger. My eyes, blazing with fire, were fixed on her. She touched her
breasts, looking at me with boundless desire.
The air was silent.
Just as I was about to push her to the ground and take her right there, a clap of thunder sounded!
Not real thunder, but the sound of the lock on our security door opening—my dad was home.
Mom and I both froze for a moment. She quickly stood up, but forgot she was under the table, and her head slammed hard
against it. I hurriedly pulled her out, saying, "Quick, come inside!" Mom covered her head and fled into the bedroom. I ran back to
my room too, glancing back at her. Her buttocks were so round and white.
I secretly rejoiced that Mom had taken her clothes to her bedroom. If I had been out of my mind and forced her
to undress in the living room, things would have been uncontrollable.
Just then, Dad opened the door and came in. I quickly closed my door and got dressed. His footsteps faded away; I prayed
nothing bad happened to Mom. A minute later, I peeked through the crack in the door. Neither of them had come out, so I nervously
peeked into their bedroom.
What was going on? Had Mom given herself away, or were they...doing something? Perhaps Dad had been tempted by her looks
.
To find out what happened next, stay tuned for the next installment
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