Mother's Scent

(I)
The torrential rain made it almost impossible to see out the window. Wayne strained to see through the window of his
Cherokee Jeep .
His mother, Christie, sat in another sunken chair, gazing at
the . Every now and then, Christie 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, Christie’s sister, and Tony’s little sister Mary were in a second car somewhere
behind .
They had two cars because Kim had to be back by Tuesday. Wayne, Christie, Tony, and Mary
planned to leave next Friday.
When they set off earlier that morning, it had begun to drizzle, but
the rain intensified over time, turning the journey into a
torment .
Around noon, they made a brief stop in Emoryville for gas and lunch.
During the stop, Kim persuaded Christer to leave little Mary with her in the other car, since it
was only about an hour's drive from 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, Wayne and Christer set off earlier than Tony and the others, and
after the two groups separated, they hadn't seen anyone or any headlights behind them.
Looking down at his watch, Wayne realized an hour had passed since they last stopped.
"I think I see the bend," he said, slowing down.
"That's it,"
Christer confirmed, as Wayne turned the car off the highway onto the narrow, black-paved
road .
“Make sure to keep the car on the road,”
his mother warned him as he carefully turned the car onto the side road.
“If we get stuck here, we won’t be getting out of this mud.”
“You’re right,” he thought to himself with a worried smile.
The car crawled slowly forward until it reached a rickety bridge.
He stopped, 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 up, 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
to him.
“Do you think we can make it across?”
“Hmm, I think so,” he muttered. “What do you think?”
“I think it should be fine.” 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 loudly 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 barracks 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. The bridge was at least fifty feet long,
but it took them two or three minutes to tiptoe across three-quarters of its length.
However, in an instant, without any warning, they felt the bridge beneath them begin to tremble,
sway, and move.
“Oh, God!” Christ screamed. “This bridge’s going to collapse.”
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 just at the last moment,
the tires managed to reach the other side first.
As the car roared toward 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 to the side.
Time seemed to stand still. They held their breath, praying until the car finally made it across the bridge.
The moment the rear tires left the bridge, it immediately plunged into the river behind them.
Lady Luck was with them!
Wayne slammed on the brakes to prevent the car from sliding off the road and into the mud beside the road. After being
dragged 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,” she sighed, still shaken.
“You’re so right,” he replied.
A few more minutes passed before his hands stopped trembling so violently that he could open the car door.
He pushed it open and stood back in the downpour. 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 , 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 looked down at the dark, muddy river flowing past them.
“Oh, Tony and Mary are here,” the mother blurted out.
“Get your cell phone, call them, quick!” Wayne yelled, frantically
waving his hands, trying to stop them before they plunged the car into the river.
Christer turned and ran through the rain to the Jeep, yanking open the door and leaping inside. She ripped open her purse…
She squeezed her hand into her bag and pulled out her phone. After quickly pressing the keys, she 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 .
“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, what do we do now?” he asked, getting into the driver’s seat.
“I don’t know,” she murmured, head bowed in thought.
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 Christie was still breastfeeding Mary,
she had prepared enough supplies, so for now, that wasn’t a problem.
But with the bridge broken and it raining, she didn’t know how long she and her child would be separated. She and Wayne
had all the food they needed, so they could continue on to the barracks and stay there until someone figured out
a way to get back across the river.
She and Tony discussed their idea for a few minutes. Since it was already one in the afternoon, Tony
agreed that he, Kim, and Mary should 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 Christer.
Hanging up, Christer 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,” Christer said with a nervous
laugh .
“I thought so too, well then, Copperhead,” he replied, slowly pressing the clutch and shifting into
gear.
Finally, they arrived at the camp. The two sat down, watching the rain pound against the hood of the car.
The journey to the camp seemed to have taken 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 do have a pair of things starting to ache."
"What?" he blushed, unable to believe what he'd heard.
"Oh, don't be so serious," his mother scolded gently.
"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.”
“Okay, Mr. ‘Serious,’” she smiled, opening the door. “Let’s
unload .”
Wayne stepped out of the car and into the rain, grateful it would shield his flushed face.
He couldn’t believe his mother had said what she’d just said. After all, it was his mother, and he hadn’t expected her to
bring up such a topic in conversation.
Wait a minute, standing in the pouring rain, he thought 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 looked up, 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 car. Embarrassed, he walked around the car 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 in the corridor and rushed 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, Christer sorted the luggage. After the last load 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 reflection in the mirror, his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to his mother. He couldn't help but
wonder what her naked body would look like.
Mixed with shame, he controlled his erection, preventing it from becoming engorged. Angry at his
own filthy thoughts, he dried his hair, then pulled on loose shorts and a t-shirt.
"Hmm, an interesting combination," he thought, but he knew
how
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, his long,
wet .
Despite being soaked and covered in mud from running around in the rain for most of the day, she still
looked very beautiful.
"Touching," the word seemed to have been made for her. He thought to himself as he started to build a fire.
Yes, she was beautiful, but not the kind of beauty that drove people crazy.
Touching, yes, that was her, and incredibly touching.
And her figure—a thought that made him feel a pang of shame.
For her age, her body was simply stunning.
In the summer, when she lay lazily on a lounge chair by the pool in her swimsuit, he had had many opportunities
to peek at her body. 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 her figure was like now.
A sudden pang of guilt over having such thoughts about his mother, and he continued to work on the fire.
As he struggled to start the fire, he could hear the sound of 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 and went back to building the fire.
Thank God, he and his father had stored a week's worth of firewood in the barracks during their last visit. If
they hadn't, 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.
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 , but that time had shocked him. He hadn't expected those breasts to be so large and
so flawlessly white.
Feeling ashamed of his thoughts, he suddenly realized his penis was becoming erect
. He quickly stood up straight.
Just as he reached his hand under the edge of his shorts to adjust his erection, 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, both feeling awkward. 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 the towel
.
"Um, yes, oh, of course I'm fine," he mumbled, glancing back at his mother.
As his mother walked barefoot across the living room towards him, his eyes couldn't leave her
large, high breasts. At that moment, it seemed to him that his greedy gaze could almost penetrate the soft cotton bathrobe
and directly confront those enormous breasts.
"Are you sure you're really okay?" Still seemingly doubtful, his mother asked with a smile, "Your face is
like red-hot steel."
"Yes, well, I think it's probably because of the fire," he muttered, "I was
too close to it."
"Oh." She stepped forward and stood beside her son, tossing the towel on the ground.
She stood beside him, focused on warming herself by the fire, saying nothing. Wayne, still shaken,
stood there anxiously.
But he couldn't help but steal a glance at his mother's ample breasts hidden under her bathrobe.

(II)
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 escape his mother's
body .
“I haven’t had a chance to properly thank you for your outstanding performance this afternoon,” she said
softly 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 said, smiling at him. “If it weren’t for your quick thinking, we might be calling
God now.”
“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 several 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. She was turned to the side, letting the fire in the fireplace dry her soft, curly brown
hair.
As he glanced sideways, the hem of her bathrobe was open, and from there he could clearly see
one side of her breast—a large, bare breast.
So she probably wasn't wearing anything under her bathrobe. He thought silently, his penis starting to
throb , almost dropping the bottle.
"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked from the other side of the living room.
"Oh, no, this... cork... is a bit... um... hard to handle," he mumbled, wondering
if his mother's words had a double meaning.
"Darling, do you need help?" she asked, turning slightly to the side, making
the balloons on her bathrobe burst 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 see the nipple clearly. "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 looking at him. He realized...

She had already realized he was staring intently at her breasts, remaining silent, and her face flushed purple with embarrassment.
"Do you like looking at my breasts?" she finally asked, standing up and pulling her bathrobe tighter.
"Mom!" he groaned, his emotions in turmoil.
"But you were just 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 and handed her the glass, but his trembling hands spilled it all.
"It's alright," she said softly, taking the glass 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 own glass, almost emptying it in one go.
“God, you seem quite thirsty too,” she said with a gentle smile.
“I am thirsty,” he blurted out, then downed his drink in one gulp.
Using the empty glass as an excuse to leave her side, he turned back to the 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 crossed, smiling at him.
“Come over here, sit next to me,” she said, patting the sofa beside her with a smile.
“Oh, um, okay,” he murmured, walking over hesitantly, almost tripping.
“Bring 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 talked, 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 his empty wine glass on the floor.
Adjusting his position, he gently rested his head on his mother’s soft lap. He looked up
at his mother, 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. And 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 wood burning in the fireplace
. Red wine, a warm fireplace, the sound of rain, and that intoxicating body scent—
all of gradually lulled him into a dream.
Wayne didn't know how long he had slept, but as he gradually woke up, he could no longer hear the raindrops hitting
the window. Letting his mind slowly clear, he suddenly realized his cheeks were wet. Was
the roof leaking? He thought, not surprising, given the heavy rain.
He slowly opened his eyes and was suddenly confronted with his mother's naked breasts. He
froze. His mother's bathrobe, which had been covering her body, was somehow loose.
Unable to believe his eyes, he saw his mother's enormous, balloon-like nipples pressed against his face,
a drop of milky white fluid slowly oozing from the swollen nipple.
Staring intently at the large, pink nipple, he was mesmerized, while the milk continued
to seep out, flowing down the beautiful curves of his mother's breasts.
Just as he was staring blankly at those beautiful 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, only to find her asleep as well. Her
head was turned to one side, her cheek resting on her shoulder. Quickly returning his gaze to her breasts, he remained lost in the alluring
sight. He had forgotten how pale they had been the last time he had seen them. Now,
so close, he could clearly see the delicate blue veins beneath their 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 those 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 felt so excited before. He slowly opened his mouth, his whole body
trembling as if electrocuted.
He parted his lips, and the full, swollen nipple slid between them. He remained motionless for a while,
then finally began to gently suckle the nipple.
For a while, nothing happened. But then he noticed his mother's eyes flickering as
she opened them . Worried about her reaction, he tried to remain still as much as possible. Her eyes
looked aimlessly forward for a moment, then suddenly swept towards his face. He didn't know what to do. The two of them
looked at each other like that for a long time, as if time had stood still.
Finally, she began to move slowly, lowering herself gently, and pulled his head towards her chest with both hands, so that
her nipples 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 paused for a moment, then realized his mother wanted him to continue nursing, so he began
to slowly suckle at the full, swollen nipple.
At first, he was surprised to find only a few thin, watery drops of milk flowing from the swollen nipple.
He had expected more milk and wondered if he had done something wrong.
However, as he began to suck harder, he was startled; milk suddenly gushed from his breast. Seeing his mother
's approving smile, he suckled even harder, feeling the increasingly rich and sweet milk flow into his lips
.
That abundant, sweet milk awakened forgotten childhood memories 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 couldn't keep up with the flow of milk; some spilled
from his mouth and ran down his chin. Guided by innate instinct, he gently but firmly buried his face in her
full breasts.
He could clearly feel the heavy weight of her breasts pressing against his mouth. He seemed
never to be satisfied, craving more sweet milk. Unconsciously, he reached out and cupped his mother's
large, full breasts, and began to suckle more and more firmly.
"Oh, 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.

(III)
As he suckled vigorously, 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 that the flow of milk
slowly turned into a trickle, and then slowly stopped. He was very disappointed.
Feeling extremely frustrated, now that his mother's breasts were empty, he had no reason to stay in his mother's 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 astonished to see his mother slowly unbutton her bathrobe, revealing her other, full,
milky breast. After adjusting her position slightly, he saw his mother, supporting that round, high breast, lower herself and
place the 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 life-saving drink to someone dying of thirst. Just
moments before, when he first started suckling, it took a while for the milk to become rich and flowing,
but then the milk flowed too quickly for him to swallow it all, and much of it spilled out of his mouth.
Even , 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, that’s wonderful, my darling, yes!” he murmured as he suckled.
Wayne’s erect penis throbbed as if on fire; he knew he was
close , he had never been so hard. It felt like a knife was being squeezed hard there, his penis
growing more and more excited and throbbing rhythmically. He had never been so hard-on in his life.
He suckled and suckled, and when he noticed the flow of milk was finally starting to decrease, he felt frustrated once again. Worried that
his mother would remove her nipple from his mouth once the milk was gone, 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 harden suddenly. Surprised by his mother
's reaction, he stopped suckling and instead teased the full, swollen
nipple in his mouth with his tongue. The milk was dwindling, but his tongue relentlessly teased the erect
nipple .
"Oh...my...baby..." his mother sighed, relaxing her entire body.
As Wayne played with her nipple, 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 peak.
Even though 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, showing no
intention . "She must be enjoying this feeling too," he thought, "Even if it weren't for breastfeeding, she
'd still let me play with her breasts." He was startled by this thought. He then intensified his assault on his mother's
mature , full nipples.
He could now hear the low, seductive
moans his mother involuntarily emitted as he licked her nipples, which excited him even more. His hands joined the fray, kneading and
shaping her large breasts, 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—that he was actually playing with his mother
's large breasts, and she wasn't stopping him, but rather seemed to be enjoying it—
filled his body with an increasingly strong surge of desire that 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 her stomach.
He didn't know if she was doing it 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 , kneading and massaging his mother's soft, white breasts until they changed shape.
When he felt his mother's hand slowly move down towards his erect penis, his heart almost stopped.
Was she doing this consciously or just a reflex? Regardless, his penis was now like
a loaded pistol with the trigger pulled, the bullet ready to fire at any moment.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and his mother's hand twitched from the sudden stimulation, thus...
He gripped his penis tightly, then released it.
"Oh... God... ah..." He also squeezed his mother's breasts tightly, his penis finally ejaculating inside
his shorts .
"Oh, my baby, I'm sorry." His mother watched Wayne's body convulse as he ejaculated and whispered
, "I'm so sorry."
Wayne couldn't believe this had happened, but he couldn't control himself. Just as he was immersed in shock and
humiliation, his mother gently moved away from him and stood up.
"Baby, I'm so sorry, but I have to take this call. It might be your father, Tony."
She tugged at her bathrobe and said softly, then walked to the phone.
Wayne buried his head in the pillow, wishing there was a hole he could crawl into. How could he
ejaculate in front of his mother? He felt extreme shame, as if he might never be able to face his mother again. He tried to
bury his head deep into the sofa cushions, as if that would bury his shame with it,
tears of shame streaming down his face, but he could hear his mother's voice on the phone.
Amidst the cacophony of rain pounding on the barracks, he couldn't make out what his mother was saying on the phone.
Then in that instant, he felt utterly exhausted; his eyelids began to droop, and without wanting to resist, he
slowly drifted off to sleep.
When he awoke, the room was dimly lit. Looking around, he noticed 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 scanned the room, finding his mother
sitting in a large, comfy 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 heavy, sagging breasts. Although he had just ejaculated, seeing
this sight instantly rekindled his erection.
His mother seemed oblivious to him; her bathrobe was unbuttoned and spread wide, exposing her
full, round breasts. She was playing with and pulling at one of her swollen nipples, while
Wayne 's eyes were fixed on this unparalleled sight. Within seconds, Wayne's penis was
rock hard. Then
something 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 easily imagine where her hand was. Watching his mother play with her body, Wayne
was on the verge of a second orgasm.
Christer's movements became more intense; her legs slowly spread wider, and she began
to moan as before, her hands moving faster and faster, her breathing becoming noticeably more rapid.
But just like before, the phone rang again.
His mother stood up and walked towards the phone. Wayne immediately closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
He could hear his mother talking softly on the phone, but the annoying sound of raindrops made it impossible for him to make out
the content of their conversation. After a while, she hung up the phone, 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, not knowing where the courage came from.
"Wh...what? What are you talking about?" She was startled awake, turned around, and said somewhat
angrily . 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 started hurting again?" Upon hearing this, his mother immediately looked at her chest, and his face turned red. “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 funny to see your exposed breasts,” he said with a slightly guilty smile . “It hurts a little,” she replied with a smile, “but not as much as before.” “Your breasts are beautiful,” he said, unsure of what to say. “Do you really think so?” This time it was the mother’s turn to be a little embarrassed. “I thought they were a little saggy.” “Oh, no, Mom, they are very beautiful,” he blurted out, clearly excited. “Well then, thank you for the compliment,” she smiled gently, taking another sip of her drink. “Um…you…could you…let…let…let…help…suck…your… breasts…” he muttered, unsure how to say it. “What did you say?” she asked, a little confused. “Oh, no…nothing,” he said hesitantly. “Does she know about my earlier ejaculation?” he thought, smiling to himself. He wanted to say something, but he just didn’t know how. “Why don’t you go get something to eat?” she told him. “I made some snacks .” “Oh, that’s wonderful.” 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 earlier heightened libido had made him forget everything. He poured himself another drink and went back to the sofa. His mother then told him they would be stuck there until at least tomorrow afternoon. Tony had found the sheriff and learned that there was a National Guard bridge that would come to repair the broken bridge as soon as the rain stopped. The heavy rain continued to pour outside as if in revenge, so Wayne didn’t need to worry about how long they would have to wait. He glanced at his watch and realized it was already 9 p.m. “Oh, it’s so late.” "He said, while pouring himself another glass of wine.

“Yes, you slept for a while,” Christ said with a sip of his drink, smiling. “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 nurse again.
But he didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there, watching 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 usual. 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... hope you have sweet dreams."
Before he could think of a reply, 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 unusual sounds. 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.
Christer had 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.

(IV)
Turning around, Wayne buried his face between his mother's full breasts, like a
young animal , nudging 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. As before, 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, sucking,
while his erect penis pressed tightly against his mother's soft, warm thigh. The hem of her robe must have been rolled up
, because there was no barrier between his penis and her smooth skin.
Lust 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 on her thighs, but she didn't try to
move her legs away from him. With Christine'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 too fast; he hadn't even had time to understand how it was happening.
His reason was completely overwhelmed by lust. It was all too unbelievable: he was lying
beside his beloved mother, suckling and playing with her large breasts, his penis pressed tightly against her smooth thighs.
"Could this really be happening? I must be dreaming," he thought, though he
knew it wasn't.
Like a thirsty man dying of hunger, he suckled voraciously, and the milk from his mother's nipples slowly began to decrease
. Wayne wanted to suck out more, but eventually the sweet taste stopped.
"Baby, do the other one like that too!" Christer coaxed his son's face towards the other nipple.
She murmured softly, her voice tinging with pleasure.
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 Christer'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, throbbing nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, that's wonderful, baby," Christer groaned, "You're making me feel so good!"
Gradually losing control, Wayne, while caressing his mother's large breasts with his mouth, began to
thrust his painfully hard penis forcefully between her thighs. Wayne knew his mother could definitely feel
his penis between her legs.
The mere sensation of her smooth thighs against his large penis was already bringing Wayne to a second
climax . Knowing there was no way to hide his climax 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, moist
breasts , kneading and squeezing them forcefully, as if the milk flowing so freely wasn't enough, hoping to
squeeze out even more.
"Oh, baby!"
Christer could only groan silently under her son's wanton ravaging of her large breasts.
Devouring without restraint, Wayne seemed insatiable for his mother's warm, sweet milk
. He squeezed his mother's soft breasts tightly with both hands, hoping the milk would never stop flowing.
Being able to press against his mother, playing with and suckling her breasts, gave Wayne an unprecedented sense of
arousal.
Christer lovingly stroked his son's hair, pressing his face deeply against his
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, and he could only slowly lift one of his legs, letting his mother slide her leg
off him. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he realized that he was now lying between
his mother's two long, shapely thighs! "Oh, Wayne!" Christer groaned softly. Encouraged by this, Wayne immediately resumed the struggle, continuing to knead the large breast in his mouth. But unfortunately, the milk secreted from the breast quickly began to dry up and eventually stopped. Unwilling to accept this outcome, Wayne continued to tease the swollen breast, while slightly shifting his body, pressing his hard penis against the inside of his mother's smooth and warm thigh. Since Wayne was currently lying face down on his mother, his lower abdomen was pressing against her mons pubis, which was covered with soft pubic hair. He was so excited that he could almost feel every curl of his mother's pubic hair tickling his abdomen. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it happened. There was no barrier between Wayne and his mother; his naked skin . He couldn't believe it; she must have unbuttoned her robe before lying down next to him. It was incredible, unbelievable! Wayne felt a shiver run through him. Driven , he pressed his abdomen down further, his mind churning again. When his mother gently lifted her lower body, he felt her wetness. "Oh, baby!" Christie moaned softly. Lost in a desire he had never experienced before, Wayne slowly let his mother's nipple slip from between his lips, then used his mouth to caress the hot, smooth skin of her large breasts. Then, he slowly kissed his way up from her breasts to her neck. “Oh, baby…” Christer exclaimed, arching his neck to embrace his 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 across her chin to hers . “Oh, God!” Christer groaned, embracing his son’s face and pressing his lips tightly against hers. As their lips met, their bodies clung together in a passionate embrace. With each thrust of their passion, Wayne suddenly realized his large, erect penis—or rather, the head—was resting between his mother’s moist, tender labia. He hesitated slightly, 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 inserted the glans of his penis into his mother's already wet and wanton vagina. "Oh...oh...oh..." When their lips parted, Wayne heard a long moan from his mother . Taking a few quick breaths, Wayne found his forehead covered in sweat. He was both excited and confused. Should he continue or stop? This was 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 man. 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 thirstily and deeply, his raging cock slowly sinking into her burning bud. Could this be real? he thought excitedly. His penis slowly sank deeper and deeper into her hot, tight, wet vagina. He was fucking his beloved mother's wanton secret! He was going to hell, but it was worth it! 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 cock felt like it was entering a silky smooth, yet fiery...

In the hot, tight flesh, that flesh was constantly and gently gripping and squeezing every inch of his penis.
It was unbelievable how, as his penis penetrated deeper into that secluded, wet cave, 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 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 .
"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! It was like heaven!
Although he was deeply captivated by the feeling of making love with his mother, he was slightly surprised. It
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, erect penis slightly
out , then forcefully thrust it back into the depths of his mother's hot, throbbing vagina. Her hot, moist flesh
tightly gripped his engorged member, 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 believed his mother felt the same way, because Christie was arching her beautiful buttocks, allowing
her son's large penis to penetrate even deeper into her burning vagina. As his large penis made intimate
contact , his chest was also busy. Her soft, large breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, and
the milk still flowing from her breasts wet his chest.
His penis pushed in with all its might, and finally, Wayne felt his hard glans strike
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.

(V)
Wayne inserted his penis deeply into his mother's hot and constantly contracting cunt, bent down and kissed her
again . Christer responded passionately to her son's kiss, and soon Wayne's tongue skillfully slipped into her
mouth. The mother and son straightened their bodies until there was no gap between them, embraced tightly, and kissed
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 raindrops.
"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, ball after ball of thick, hot white semen deep within his mother's thirsty, ever-sucking bud. Waves of intense pleasure washed over his body,
a feeling even heaven couldn't match.
"Oh my God, Mom, I love you!" Wayne cried out breathlessly as he thrust into
his mother .
Finally, the enraged beast subsided, ceasing its fiery
outburst . Exhausted
both mentally and physically, Wayne collapsed onto his mother. The mother and son remained silent for a long while, then, as if suddenly understanding each other's
thoughts , Wayne and his mother began to kiss and caress each other.
As he lovingly stroked her, Wayne was surprised to find that his large
penis , hadn't softened; it remained erect. So he slowly
began to gently thrust in and out of his mother's wet, love-soaked cunt. His mother's body responded immediately, eager for her son's tender
penetration. But soon, their bodies involuntarily began a passionate rhythm.
"Oh, Wayne, I love it when you fuck me like this!" Christer moaned softly, enjoying
the pleasure her son's penis brought her.
"Mommy…Mommy…Mommy…" The mother and son's genitals
collided and , and Wayne unconsciously let out a low cry. The pent-up passion in their hearts, once unleashed
, was unstoppable. They seemed never to have enough of each other, like two
animals tearing at each other, struggling to escape the burning 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 this.
Christer’s murmurs excited the mother and son even more. The swollen penis and the hot cunt
pounded together more violently in harmony with the most primal rhythm of the world. Each impact
sprayed the overflowing love juice in the mother’s cavity everywhere.
Christer’s cunt tightly wrapped around her son’s erect penis. The tender flesh inside rubbed against the shaft and the area around
the glans . The flower bud deep inside convulsed like a powerful suction machine, trying to draw the essence from the glans. Sometimes
it burst out with loud bangs and hissing sounds, which even drowned out the sound of the heavy rain hitting the barracks outside the window. 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 the breaking point. His mother was still writhing and
crying under him, begging him to fuck her harder. He could only desperately hold on and endure it.
“Oh, fuck, baby, I…I’m…coming…!…” Christer’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 flesh of her vulva 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 raised his head 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 clitoris of his mother's wet, wanton vagina,
far exceeding the capacity of her small cavity. He could feel his semen mixing with
the vaginal fluids gushing from his mother's clitoris, flowing down her soft labia, along his still-relenting penis,
between her upturned buttocks, and soaking the sheets.
Mother and son continued their intercourse, 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 caused them to quickly
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 the back of his spine.
"God, I made love with my mother! Or was this just a
wild, mad dream under the influence of some kind of magic?"
Wayne panicked, breaking out in a sweat. "It must be a dream," he thought.
Then, he caught the lingering scent of his mother's perfume in the air. He immediately turned and sniffed
the crumpled sheets, but the perfume was stronger there. She must have been in his bed! But
had they made love as he remembered? Perhaps he had just let her nurse, like
earlier ? Maybe that was all, and the rest was just his imagination.
But as the drowsiness of sleep faded, the shocking details returned to
Wayne 's mind. 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 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 thinking.
Just one night of making love, and Wayne couldn't get used to his mother's absence. He
looked 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 to the door, Wayne gazed admiringly at his ten-inch, 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 bright 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, so he could have more
time alone with his mother, if she didn't hate him.
But the rain had stopped, so every second now felt incredibly precious. Wayne gazed at his mother,
the dazzling sunlight streaming through the window and 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 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 devil? Yes, what they did was wrong, terribly wrong, but the feeling was just
too wonderful!"
Wayne had slept with several girls before, but none of it
could compare . 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 caused him heartache. He had never known anything could be so intense! So
reckless! So addictive!
Looking down, Wayne watched 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 desire, Wayne recalled with a touch of shame: it was this woman who had raised him.
He was her; she was the one who patted his backside when he needed her; she was the one who
wiped his bottom when he peed in his pants; 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 even fucked him!
Regardless of what she thought, she was his one-night stand. 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.
( To be continued )
**********
... Once again, Christie paused 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, dear,” Christie 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 !” “Wayne, we committed incest, it was a mistake,” Christie murmured. “Mommy, it can’t be a bad thing,” Wayne muttered, still hoping to convince her mother that what they did 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 cannot survive, a monster that must die here , right here in this barracks, right now,” Christie sobbed. “What? What do you mean?” Wayne insisted. “Everything we’ve done, any new feelings that have developed between us, anything that has been , cannot continue to grow. That’s why it’s so 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. “This is wrong, we can’t do this.” “But, Mother, I love you so much!” Wayne cried, trying 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 attached to her large, beautiful breasts. “Mom, no one will know, only you and me,” Wayne said, still trying to make their relationship sound natural and plausible. He was willing to do anything to seduce 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 . Imagining those large, white breasts and the delicious milk within, his penis throbbed with excitement. “This is wrong,” Christer said, trying to stop crying. “It’s a terrible mistake , don’t you know that? It’s incest, an unforgivable sin.” “But, Mom, it’s so beautiful, it can’t be a sin.” “Oh, Wayne, my darling,” Christer 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 gets completely 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 crumbling. “Oh, Wayne, we’ve made such a terrible mistake,” Christer murmured. Then, as if she had finally given up, Christer slowly leaned into her son’s arms. Neither of them moved, standing there for a long 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 can

He noticed the wrinkles around her eyes and lips, wrinkles he'd never seen before, even
the dark circles under her eyes. He'd never seen his mother look so tired. But despite her lack of makeup and
her haggard appearance, Wayne still found her incredibly beautiful.
Gazing into her 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, reaching for his
cheek , and quietly cradled his head.
“If we do it again,”
Christer 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 created here will die in this barracks and never be born again!”
“God, I promise, Mother, I swear,” Wayne lied, knowing he would
do anything to make love to his mother one more time.
“You swear?” Christer asked again, searching his son’s eyes for the truth.
“I swear, Mother!” Wayne chuckled, his penis bouncing excitedly.
“It really was a mistake,” Christer murmured, “but I want you too, baby,
but this has to be the last time, and we can never do it again.”
“Okay, Mother,” Wayne groaned, wrapping his arms around his mother’s body, holding her tightly.
As her son tightened his embrace, Christer gently pushed him away.
“Tony called earlier and said they expect to come and rescue us around 4 p.m. today,”
Christer told his 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.
Christer wrapped his arms around his son’s neck, resting his head on his shoulder, gently breathing on him and nibbling
his ear.
Wayne gently laid his mother on the bed and then stood by the bed, gazing intently at her.
“What’s wrong?” Christer 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,” Christer chuckled, slightly embarrassed.
Wayne quickly bent down, unfastening his mother's nightgown, revealing her naked body completely 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 still 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, 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
opened, he saw the mysterious gate of her vulva, wet and wide open, saw
the two 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 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 , an aroma specifically designed to stimulate masculinity. Her mature,
pure feminine scent, amplified by its lack of washing, inspired him to lick and devour the long-awaited
vulva.
"Oh, my God, baby!"
Christer murmured as his son's lips began their long-awaited assault, his tongue plunging deep into her vagina
.
The spicy, intoxicating scent emanating from his mother's constantly flowing, lustful opening drove Wayne
to wield his nimble tongue, plunging it into the moist, plump entrance.
Completely conquered by his mother's scent and taste, he buried his face in her wet vulva, eagerly
teasing playing with the two soft, plump petals.
"Oh, baby!"
Christer murmured again, pressing his son's face even deeper into her
wet, lustful vulva with his own secretions.

(VII)
Wayne rubbed his face back and forth against his mother's vulva until it was covered with her overflowing fluids. He
smacked his lips and greedily devoured them. The problem was that the faster he devoured, the more fluids 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 whole 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 hand 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, luscious clitoris, once freed from its shyness, was already beautifully exposed in the air.
As his tongue gently brushed against it, Wayne noticed it slowly hardening. At that moment, he
heard his mother's deep, magnetic moans, seemingly approving, encouraging, and urging. Wayne
was completely captivated.
His mother's previously timid clitoris, after being caressed, suddenly stood erect, and with further manipulation by his tongue, it
incredibly swelled into a large, lubricated fruit, throbbing in his mouth as if
issuing a challenge. It was twice the size of the clitoris of any girl Wayne had ever had in 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 her climax, her entire body began to churn violently.
Wayne's tongue assault intensified, launching a full-scale attack. He gently yet firmly
bit down on her large clitoris with his teeth, his tongue rapidly rubbing, squeezing, and licking it. His mother's clitoris
was being ravaged by this three-pronged attack.
"Oh, God! Mommy's clitoris...my clitoris is going to be ruined by my good son! My good son,
Mommy 's bad son, Mommy's coming...!" Christer's entire body trembled and
churned as she cried out.
Proudly watching his mother reach her climax, Wayne suddenly noticed two thin streams of milk
gushing from her firm, protruding nipples.
Even in his wildest dreams, such a scene was impossible. Wayne couldn't believe he
could simultaneously swallow his mother's clitoris and bring her to orgasm while watching the beautiful sight of her breasts gushing with
milk .
Wayne excitedly slipped his tongue into his mother's wet vagina, 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 Christine 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 cave.
"Oh, Mommy's good son, yes, just like that." Christ felt his sticky, wet flower path being
stretched open by a thick glans, and then slowly filled by his son's throbbing penis.
He sighed encouragingly, "Oh, baby, Mommy's naughty son, fuck me, Mommy's cunt is waiting to
be fucked!"
When 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 begin to rhythmically squeeze the mushroom head, while the two petals outside the secret cave contracted and caressed
the shaft, as if issuing 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 force, rubbing his raging penis deep inside her vagina, and then lean down,
taking his mother's erect breast into his mouth. Christine
's swollen breasts, already prepared by her previous orgasm, were ready to release their pent-up, sweet, thick milk. Hungrily sucking and tugging 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 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 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," Christer hurriedly reached out to grab 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-sucking 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 very tender mound of flesh. Knowing it must be his mother's clitoris, he ground . The flower's heart, as if possessed by a spirit, enveloped the enormous glans, relentlessly rubbing against its own delicate nature. But the flower's heart could not withstand such torment and soon began to gush forth thick, sweet nectar. Stimulated, Wayne shuddered, forcefully breaking free and pulling his large penis out completely, 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's heart, then pulling it out again. He repeated this motion dozens of times. At this moment, Christie could no longer restrain himself, shouting loudly, "Oh...oh...Mommy 's big-dicked son, like this, fuck Mommy's cunt properly!"

But then, unexpectedly, Wayne suddenly pulled his throbbing, throbbing penis completely out of his mother's soaking wet vagina
, which terrified Christ.
"Oh, Mommy's good son, what's wrong? Don't you know Mommy's cunt is waiting for you to fuck it?"
Christ pleaded. "Put your big cock back in quickly, 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, shapely
legs, and thrust his monstrous penis with its large purple glans back into his mother's eager, burning flower path
, pumping vigorously. At the same time, he bent down and took one of his mother's other full breasts into his mouth and
began . In no time, his mouth was once again filled with gushing milk.
Wayne felt as if he were bathing in a river overflowing with milk, but even the
sweetest, most abundant milk couldn't quell the burning desire he felt for his mother.
He had to possess her completely, conquer her, and make her willingly and forever his slave. He
had to make her entirely his; how could he tolerate sharing her with anyone else? He had to
have —her enormous breasts, her sweet milk, her wanton vulva, her mouth, her ass,
her entire body, her love! He wanted it all!
Suddenly, the milk in her large breasts dried up. Wayne frantically sucked, again and again, but he couldn't
revive the flow.
"Oh, my darling, you're sucking too hard," his mother's moan reached his ears.
As he spat out the now-dry nipple, Wayne angrily pulled out his penis. This
was unbearable for Christer.
“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!” Christer pleaded
.
Wayne lifted his mother’s long 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 .
Although the vaginal canal was prepared, it couldn't help but contract again from this sudden attack.
The walls of the vaginal cavity mercilessly gripped the invading penis, and the 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
force from three sides, the large penis was finally firmly trapped inside the vagina.
"Oh, Mommy's good son, the big-dicked son born from Mommy's cunt, yes, like that, harder
! Harder! Yes, great, fuck me hard with the big penis Mommy gave you, fuck Mommy's
cunt raw!" Christer finally accepted her son completely and couldn't help but cry loudly.
Hearing his mother's cries, 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 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 .
With each thrust into the sticky, fiery passage, he could feel the violent excitement through every tiny
vein , instantly transmitting it to every nerve in his brain and body.
Thrust, withdraw, thrust again, withdraw again, the raging penis rampaging wildly 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 wanton, lustful cunt.
As Wayne relentlessly pounded his mother's body with his seemingly boundless energy, he finally
received his reward. 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 withstand the strain, once again released thick, sweet nectar. Her body
writhed, and she finally reached orgasm from her son's penetration.
But Wayne didn't let up at all; he continued to fuck her without pause. He didn't know
how much time had passed since his mother's last orgasm; he only subconsciously felt her vaginal canal convulsing 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, the volcanic lava gushing towards her blooming flower. The 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 vaginal canal, overflowing from the narrow crevice between her petals and his penis. Wayne felt as if he had ascended to heaven, his entire body trembling and shaking violently. "Oh, fuck, God!" Christie cried out in ecstasy, her chest quivering from the scalding semen, reaching another climax alongside her son.

After trembling repeatedly, 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's naked body sleeping
beside him, her arms tightly wrapped around him. Wayne smiled triumphantly and then lovingly embraced her.
"Wow!" Christel was startled awake, 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. Christel leaned over and
planted a deep kiss on her son's lips.
"Hello, my little love!" she whispered in his ear.
“I love you, Mommy!”
“I love you too, darling!”
Christer straightened up and moved away from her son. Wayne reached out, wanting to pull his mother back into
his arms.
“Oh my God!” Christer glanced at his watch and exclaimed, “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!” Christer sat up and emphasized.
Wayne stared intently at his mother’s breasts, those huge breasts trembling and
swaying precariously ; the large areolas and the two dark nipples swayed in the air.
“Then can I have some more milk?”
“Let’s get everything in order first, and see how it goes.”
Wayne jumped up and then busied himself between the barracks and the jeep outside for
a full hour, until finally, everything was in order. Back in the house, he saw his mother
standing .
“Mom, what are you doing?” Wayne asked, walking up behind her.
“Oh, I’m just preparing some snacks,” Christer replied, turning around.
Wayne then saw that his mother’s blouse 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 looked 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,” Christer 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, at a loss for words.
“I said, I want to eat my son’s big cock.” Christer knelt before her son,
grinning mischievously.
“God, Mommy! That’s so embarrassing!” Wayne’s face turned even redder, looking down at
his mother .
“Oh, stop pretending, baby, your big cock is getting impatient.” Christer laughed,
unbuckling her son’s belt and buttons.
Wayne stared at his mother in disbelief. She looked back at him, swiftly and skillfully
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.
Christine 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.
Christine swallowed her son's increasingly engorged penis inch by inch, then used one hand to lovingly
caress two mounds of flesh hanging at the base of the shaft. Wayne couldn't believe his eyes. His mother
was kneeling before him, half of his eleven-inch penis inside her mouth!
Even though he'd ejaculated more last night and today than he'd in the past six months combined, he could feel
his scrotum twitching and contracting, 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—
the National Guard coming to rescue them.
At that moment, Christer was using his long, sharp nails to gently knead and squeeze his scrotum, while his
other hand slid rapidly along the shaft, his tongue sweeping rapidly back and forth over his already throbbing erection.
Wayne could feel the semen in his scrotum boiling.
He couldn't hold on much longer, but he didn't know if he could ejaculate before
the helicopters .
Suddenly, his mother shoved a finger into Wayne's anus. He felt the volcano about to
erupt violently.
"Careful, Mom...Miss, I...I'm...coming..."
Wayne roared as his angry penis gushed semen into his mother's mouth.
Christer not only swallowed all of her son's hot semen without hesitation, but also continued
to suckle the still-erect penis, her lips pursed, sucking hard on the wide-open glans. At this moment, the sound of the helicopter
grew louder and louder.
Finally, when the helicopter's massive wing noise echoed throughout the barracks, Wayne's lava gradually
subsided . Christer leaned back, letting the semi-erect penis slide out of his mouth. A trickle of white fluid spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The mother, her eyes alluring, gazed at her son, while Wayne immediately reached out to help her stand.
"It tastes wonderful!" Christer said with a sly smile.
They quickly put on their trousers and buttoned them up. Once dressed, Christer took his son's
hand and led him to the porch.
Looking up at the helicopter circling overhead, Christer 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 swiftly extend her small, pink tongue to lick back a drop of semen
from her lips, while simultaneously winking at him and
scratching her palm with her fingernail. Wayne, aroused by his mother's actions, felt a jolt of electricity in his groin
; he couldn't believe what was happening.
Wayne grinned at his mother, raising his right hand to wave at the helicopter to indicate 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? Would they remain lovers when they returned to civilized
society ? What did their future hold? What would become of them? Who knew?
Wayne thought, time would tell
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