Make Mom drink the penalty wine (4)

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the room. Unexpectedly, the abundant sunlight brought tears to my eyes. The bedroom curtains were always drawn, so I'd never woken up in the sunlight before, and I was utterly confused by my own reaction. As I got out of bed, I suddenly realized I wasn't in my own bedroom. This was my parents' room, their bed. I hurriedly prepared to leave. Just

before leaving, a sudden thought struck me: the image of my passionate night with my mother flashed before my eyes. Moving my gaze, I noticed the bed was a mess, covered in stains—a mixture of my mother's vaginal fluid and my semen. My mother's bra, panties, and stockings were carelessly discarded on the floor, as were my clothes. I glanced at the clock; it was 9:14. Dragging my weary body, I prepared to shower and, incidentally, search for my mother.

Warm water washed over my body, and thoughts raced through my mind. I remained motionless, letting the water jet pound against my limp penis. My mind was like a player, endlessly replaying the events of the past week with my mother. Many boys fantasize about having sex with their mothers; I was one of the lucky ones, my dream had come true. I even made my mother promise to become my sex slave. Before I knew it, I found my penis had regained its energy, recalling the moment I'd been intimate with my mother. My soapy hands couldn't help but caress it, my mind filled with images of my mother's wanton nature.

There was a note left by my mother on the kitchen table; I learned she had an appointment with the hairdresser and would be home around the afternoon. I kept wondering what she was thinking when she woke up this morning. Last night she said it was the longest lovemaking experience of her life. Even in her youth, she had never been so unrestrained; my father, busy with work, hadn't given her much time. Judging from her tone and expression, I was certain she was enjoying herself in my arms.

My concern shifted to her guilt; I worried that societal condemnation of incest would make her feel ashamed and guilty. I could accept the current situation because it was my dream. But what about her? She never intended to have a physical relationship with her son. I secretly decided to return the tapes to her, lest they become a thorn in our side. Because of the shadow of the tapes, I had gained my mother's body, but I didn't want to lose her heart, so the fate of the tapes should be decided by her.

I spent the whole day sunbathing and in the pool, my mind preoccupied with my future with my mother.

What pulled me back to reality was a familiar voice.

"Hey, handsome, how was it sharing a bed with me last night?"

It was my mother, walking towards the pool. She wore a white, tight-fitting t-shirt, her breasts prominently displayed. She paired it with a glossy black skirt and white high heels. At that moment, she could easily rival a twenty-year-old girl in beauty. Her casual question put me at ease; I guessed she had accepted our illicit relationship.

She jumped onto me, sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a light kiss.

"Sweetie, do I look sexy?" she laughed.

"How about I answer you with a passionate kiss?" I said.

Mom laughed heartily, pouting, waiting for my lips. Our tongues became patient explorers, their exploration taking place on each other's lips. After a long kiss of five minutes, we finally parted, both of us panting heavily.

"How does it feel, David?" Her hand caressed my chest.

"Great! Actually, I've been thinking about last night and ended up getting an erection again. My little brother is hard enough to be used as a hammer."

"Come to my room, I'll show you the clothes I just bought, and then I'll reward your little brother properly."

Mom pulled me into her bedroom and opened a shopping bag. Inside were a sexy black semi-transparent dress and purple knee-high pantyhose.

"The museum sent me an invitation to a party today, so I really want to attend. You'll have to be my date. But, if I show up in front of everyone wearing these clothes, can you handle it?" she said with a sly smile.

I placed my palm on the back of her head and then pressed it down to my crotch. She quickly pulled out my penis and began to stroke it slowly. Then, I was startled when she first licked the base of my penis with her tongue, then dripped saliva onto it. She pulled back the foreskin and began to lick the exposed glans. My mother likes my penis; she says that because she likes it, she will give me treatment that my father didn't receive. Her hands weren't idle either, sometimes scratching my scrotum, sometimes picking at my anus. The up-and-down motion of her head became more and more pronounced, but the speed of her hand stroking my testicles was gentle and slow.

When the semen shot into her mouth, I couldn't help but take a deep breath. I pressed down with my hand, testing her to see if she could swallow every last drop. I thought that with my diligent training, in a few days she would definitely become a master of oral sex.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Feeding me so much protein is really helping my weight loss plan. Can you always ejaculate this much? I remember we did it several times last night, but today's output is like you've been holding back for a week! You need to give me a little more time, okay? I need to practice more so I can finish every last drop of your semen."

Her reaction made me very happy. Her tone was so sincere; it seemed she genuinely wanted to satisfy all my sexual desires.

"I'm so surprised to see you so natural. I was always worried you'd choose your old life and leave me behind. This relationship is so much better. Love is best when it's mutual."

"Darling, you've helped me rediscover the joy of being a woman. Actually, I have a very strong sex drive, and I need a good man to help relieve that stress. And it seems that man is destined to be you. I know all of this is wrong, but for both of us, this relationship is very important, isn't it? Don't worry about the future, live in the moment, okay? As long as you're willing, I will never run away. I hope you can explore more of my erogenous zones and give me more pleasure."

My mother's shocking confession stunned me. These words weren't spoken offhand; they were clearly well thought out. I was happy; I never expected my mother to make a decision that resonated with me. At the same time, I knew that the days to come would be filled with endless passion.

I quickly pushed her down and took off her top. To my surprise! My usually prim and proper mother wasn't wearing a bra.

"Have you lost your mind?" I joked.

"Very likely! Actually, I've decided to start going for a sexy look. Since I've decided to sleep with my son, how can I compete with those girls in their early twenties around you if I don't dress up? Are you jealous?" she mocked me.

As she rubbed her bare feet against my chest, my penis quickly became aroused. I forcefully thrust it into her vagina, fucking her violently, making her pay for laughing at my actions.

"Mom, tell me." I had to control my breathing to speak properly, "Do you like laughing at your own son? You're a born dick-sucking king!"

The vulgar words drove us even crazier. Mom's moans rose in pitch with the speed of my thrusts.

"I don't know how lewd you are now, Mom. Do you get pleasure from teasing other men like that?"

She suddenly gave me a surprising answer: "Ah... I... ahh... I like it... ohh... as long as you don't mind..."

Actually, I never expected Mom to answer. Sex really does help people escape the constraints of daily life. I wanted to test her further, to see where her bottom line was. I've heard that when people make love, they unconsciously let their deepest desires surface.

"Mom, I don't mind, and I think you're cool. Actually, um... if you go out with me... I'd be happy for you to flirt with other men." As I spoke, I tightened my anus, holding back my ejaculation. This was the perfect opportunity to brainwash her; I couldn't ejaculate now, no matter what. She pushed my buttocks hard, urging me to fuck her faster.

"Mom, answer some questions first, and then I'll make you feel amazing."

"Ah...ah...Davie, please, don't stop. I'll answer all your questions...oh...as long as you fuck me hard," she pleaded.

"Let's go to a bar one night, and then I'll see how good you are at picking up strangers?" My heart was pounding as I asked.

"Okay!" Her voice was almost frantic.

"You think..." I asked a question I'd been holding back for a long time, "Can I watch you have sex with other men first, and then it'll be my turn? I really want to see someone else fuck you, Mom." Imagining my mom being fucked by strangers and then me taking over, I felt incredibly excited, and I felt the moment of ejaculation approaching.

"Oh, darling, I'd love to put on a sex act for you. But, ah... you have to be there, and I have to suck your cock. I'd... oh oh oh... do anything for you, David. Ah... kiss me, kiss me, please."

Just before ejaculation, I used my last bit of strength to thrust, my tongue moving in her mouth at the same time. Every thrust was deep, proof of my love.

Exhausted after the climax, we hugged, kissed, and gasped for breath. I lifted her up, letting her rest her head on my chest.

We remained silent, enjoying the moment of peace until our breathing returned to normal.

"Mom, do you mean... you want me to help you fulfill all your sexual fantasies?"

She exhaled sharply, her fingers gently gliding along the inside of my thigh.

"Only with you do dreams have any reason to come true. David, I want to experience everything with you, like a loving couple. You are my love, and I want you to help me discover the joys of intimacy."

For no reason, I suddenly felt I had to consider Dad's role in our relationship.

"What should we do, Dad?"

Mom sighed.

"Don't mention him in front of me anymore. I love him, but it's just friendship. These past few days, the stimulation you've given me has made me realize that there should be more fun between husband and wife. I need your tenderness and passion. But your father can't give that; he's utterly clumsy and talentless when it comes to intimacy. David, my relationship with him won't change. I just want to maintain my relationship with you now."

She kissed me for a while, then said, "Your dad got promoted recently, so he'll be traveling a lot more for work. We'll have a lot of private time to enjoy ourselves."

Life is so beautiful. To be honest, calling him "motherfucker" is really something! Now, we both crave to possess each other to a similar degree.

Whew, time to shower; I have to accompany her to a museum banquet later. After the banquet, I planned to take her to a steam room bar. Today is Tuesday, which happens to be Ladies' Night. I'll watch my mom put on a show and see how she captivates countless men with her alluring charm…

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