Strangers 4

Stranger 4
(Part Four)
When he regained his senses, he could still feel the trembling heat flowing through his body.
His mother's lower body was a mess; milky white semen mixed with her vaginal fluids, soaking and sticking to her entire vulva.
He didn't pull his penis out because his mother's vagina had just experienced a powerful shock; the muscles of her vaginal walls were still extremely contracted, tightly gripping his penis, making it impossible for him to withdraw completely. In fact, he didn't intend to withdraw; he liked the warm feeling of being enveloped by his mother, which was not only comfortable but also made him feel safer. He was afraid that leaving his mother's body would revert to their original pure mother-son relationship; only by remaining deeply inside her could he feel that he and his mother were of one flesh and blood, completely fused together.
After a long time, his mother's tense body finally softened, and her vagina, having endured the torrential rain, gradually relaxed, releasing its tightly enveloping captive, and the flow of fluids gradually stopped.
Paul felt his mother's vagina expand, and his penis, which had just released all its desire but was still buried in his mother's warm flesh, began to swell again inside her. He began to thrust his penis in and out of his mother's wet vagina.
"Oh God, does my son want to fuck his mother again?" Dai couldn't believe that her son could regain his strength and vitality in such a short time.
"Yes, Mom, do you like it?" he growled, burying his head in his mother's vagina and fucking her harder and faster. "You naughty son wants to fuck his mother all night long, to fuck his mother's cunt raw, to make her forget everything that happened this afternoon." "Oh
, son, you are Mommy's most, most, most, most, most, most, most, best son." Dai laughed lewdly, her buttocks also began to thrust upwards to meet her son's strong thrusts.
Dai wrapped her hands around her son's head and kissed him passionately.
Paul also stopped thrusting and responded to his mother's kiss passionately.
Their mouths were locked together, their tongues intertwined, passionately sucking each other's saliva. It was a long time before they separated.
Dai's hand slid down her son's back to his buttocks. Suddenly, she gripped his buttocks tightly, her nails digging deep into his skin.
"Let's begin, son, hurry, Mommy can't wait. Fuck Mommy hard, thrust into Mommy's cunt hard. I want you to be happy with Mommy all night long. I want your big cock, I love the feeling of my son's big cock inside me. Hurry, son!"
The itching in her lower body was unbearable; she only wanted her son's big cock inside her to relieve the itch.
"All night long, oh, child, I want all night long..." she repeated repeatedly, raising her thighs and wrapping them around her son's waist.
"Fuck your mother, I want you to fuck your slutty mother all night long!" she pleaded incessantly, her buttocks beginning to thrust.
Encouraged by his mother, Bao began to vigorously thrust into her wide-open vagina. His thick penis moved in and out like a tiger descending a mountain, making a loud "whoosh" sound. Each thrust caused his mother to cry out "Ouch, ouch!" and beg for mercy, but this only fueled his fighting spirit. He thrust even more relentlessly into his mother's cunt, as if he wanted to tear it apart.
The two were locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies intertwined, their lower bodies colliding with each other in a piston-like motion, making loud "thump, thump" sounds. Mother and son were completely immersed in the incestuous forbidden union, experiencing pleasure that transcended physical limits.
Bao bravely charged forward, each heavy thrust eliciting wanton moans from his mother. Each time his glans touched the cervix, his mother would twist her hips frantically, resisting his impact.
He was blinded by lust, his movements becoming increasingly violent. Each time, his huge glans seemed to pierce her cervix, but she felt no pain, only an overwhelming pleasure constantly assaulting every nerve ending. She only knew to thrust her hips upwards incessantly, welcoming her son's powerful thrusts, greedily sucking on his huge, young penis with her wet, hot, and sensual vagina, soothing his constant demands.
An hour passed unnoticed, the mother and son still entwined like two wild beasts in heat.
During that hour, Dai was brought to orgasm several times by her son's beastly attacks. Each time she ejaculated, her movements couldn't slow down, because her son's thrusts were still so powerful and fierce, forcing her to try to meet his movements, which brought her even more frenzied pleasure. Her vaginal fluids gushed out continuously, soaking her son's undiminished life force, wetting their joined parts, and flowing all over the sofa.
After an hour and a half, Dai finally felt that her son was about to ejaculate. His movements obviously quickened, the speed of his thrusts became faster and faster, the intervals between each thrust became shorter and shorter, and each insertion made her feel as if her body was being pierced.
His thighs began to tremble. Finally, with a roar, he thrust his enormous penis deep into her vagina, penetrating to the hilt, into her uterus. She felt her son's body suddenly tremble violently, and her vagina involuntarily trembled as well. Then, she felt something inside her suddenly erupt, like a dam bursting, a torrent of heat rushing in, instantly filling her entire thirsty, empty uterus with molten lava. Her mind went blank, only the ever-increasing pleasure growing within her.
Bao groaned and roared with pleasure, his hips thrusting rapidly, his penis deeply embedded in his mother's body, the glans continuously spurting flames of desire, each gush of hot fluid violently striking his mother's convulsing flower.
"Spurt, spurt, spurt!" Bao cried out, experiencing the dual physical and mental impact of the ejaculation within his mother. Finally, his penis, after wailing and spitting out its last drop, stopped its lewd ejaculation and quickly shrank.
He pulled out his penis, rolled over, and sat next to his mother, but his breathing was still erratic. The frenzied, lewd ejaculation had been a huge shock to his mind and body; he needed time to process it.
"Oh God, that was crazy, son! You were amazing!" Dai was still reveling in the afterglow of pleasure. "Mommy has never tried such crazy sex before, never... never!"
"Did you like it, Mommy?" Bao smiled contentedly, picking up the wine beside him.
He poured two glasses, gave one to his mother, and waited for her answer.
"Of course I liked it, it was absolutely wonderful," she suddenly sighed softly, draining her glass. "But I'm a little worried."
"Worried?" he asked, refilling her glass.
"Yes, a little worried," she muttered to herself, draining her glass again.
"Worried about what?"
"When you realize that your little son, who once knew nothing and only knew how to cuddle with his mother, is no longer a child, you'll understand why Mommy is uneasy." She frowned and remained silent.
“Anyway, when you see your son grow up right before your eyes, you’re bound to be a little scared,” she continued. “One minute ago, you were Mommy’s dear little baby, but one minute later, you’ve become a big-dicked man. The contrast is too great.”
“But how can that scare me, Mommy?”
“I’m scared to know that my innocent son has grown up,” she forced a smile, “and completely mature. I mean, you’re a grown man now.”
“But I’ll always be Mommy’s little boy. I’ll always stay by Mommy’s side and give Mommy the happiness she needs.” He grinned mischievously.
"Oh, I know you'll always be my little darling, my child, but everything we did tonight has changed our relationship. You might not feel it, but Mommy definitely does."
"Hmm?" He looked at his mother with a puzzled expression.
"Mommy never imagined that such a huge passion was hidden inside you. Now that it's suddenly erupted, I'm afraid you won't be able to control it."
"Does Grandma think this is scary?"
"A little." She laughed a little nervously as she spoke.
“Why? You know I would never, ever hurt you, Mom.”
“Maybe,” she said gently, her fingers tracing her son’s broad chest before moving down to grasp his now-soft penis. “But it’s hard to control emotions when they’re aroused, like when you’re jealous.”
“You’re right, Mom,” he immediately agreed, his hand stroking her soft, satin-smooth thighs. “This afternoon I almost killed that guy. I hated seeing him insult my mother.”
“But what if that man was your father?” She finally got to her real concern, her fingers casually teasing the glans of her son’s penis, which was spurting with passionate semen. “After all, we have to go home. You can’t avoid facing your father.”
“I don’t want to think about that right now,” he said, somewhat agitated. “I just want to make love with Mom forever, forever and ever, and starting now.”
"Now? You want it again? So soon?" she asked in surprise, but she didn't need to answer anymore, because she saw her son's limp penis already standing up, growing bigger, harder, and thicker.
"Grandma said she wanted to fuck me all night, didn't she, Mom?" Bao chuckled lewdly, placing the wine and glass on the floor next to the sofa.
"All night..." Dai groaned, slowly turning over to lie on her back, spreading her legs again. "Yes, all night, son, let Mom see if her little baby can drive her crazy all night. Come on, fuck Mom, good son, big-cocked son, Mom's cunt will always welcome you."
Bao quickly climbed on top of his mother, grasped his swollen penis, and positioned the purplish glans against his mother's already dripping wet cunt. He gently touched it, then thrust it in hard, plunging his penis deep into his mother's hot, wet hole, all the way to the hilt.
"Oh, so full, so satisfying! Good son, good cock!" Dai groaned, her lower body finally satisfied. "Use your big thing, your big meat stick, to fuck your mother! Mother is so slutty, mother loves the feeling of being penetrated by her son, oh, so comfortable, mother wants to feel this comfortable all night long!"
Outside, the wind and rain continued to rage, but inside the room, spring was in full bloom, a passionate embrace. Mother and son were lost in forbidden lovemaking, seemingly oblivious to everything else, casting aside morality, ethics, and shame, leaving only naked sex in the world.
All night long! It was truly remarkable.
Mother and son really did make love wildly all night long, trying every position they could think of. Sometimes the son would be on top, his thick penis thrusting hard into his mother's cunt until they both came; sometimes the mother would lie on the ground in a doggy-style position, letting her son pound into her cunt from behind; sometimes the mother would use her large breasts to clamp her son's young penis, squeezing and kneading it forcefully, letting him ejaculate all over her face; sometimes the mother would sit on her son's stomach in a woman-on-top position, actively stroking his still-powerful penis, bringing herself to a rapid orgasm... Occasionally they would stop, drink a glass of wine, slightly calm their rapid breathing, and then continue their frenzied physical union.
Mother and son seemed oblivious to fatigue, only knowing how to desperately take from each other, as if the next day were the end of the world.
This frenzied behavior continued throughout the night.
Their joined parts were wet and dry, dry and wet again, the flowing fluids foaming under the intense friction, surrounding their genitals and covering their entire lower body, but mother and son still passionately continued their lower body intercourse.
"Damn it, fuck it to death, you slutty mother, whore, whore! You even dare to seduce your own son, see how I deal with you!"
"Oh...oh...good son, well done! Mommy is a whore! Mommy is so slutty! Mommy just likes to seduce her son! Mommy likes her son's big cock! Oh...it feels so good...it's so beautiful...Mommy's going to cum...Mommy's going to cum for her son..." "
I can't take it anymore, Mommy, I'm going to cum again, oh..."
"Good son, good baby," Dai moaned, her thighs tightly clamping her son's waist, desperately shaking her buttocks, waiting for her son to irrigate her again, "Cum for Mommy, cum inside Mommy, Mommy wants it so much..."
This was Bao's ninth ejaculation today. The excessive output made him feel powerless for the first time, but it also gave him a heart-pounding stimulation, making his whole body tremble. His hard penis struggled like a wounded bird to spit out the last drop of essence, barely filling the bottomless hole below his mother.
"I did it, Mom! I did it again! I shot inside you again! Haha... Waaah... I hope this isn't the last time." He struggled to turn over, lying next to his mother, pulling his now limp penis from her seemingly insatiable vagina, panting heavily.
The house fell silent, only the soft firelight flickering, while the torrential rain outside continued unabated.
Dai Jiao lay languidly beside her son, her damp vulva glistening with the copious milky semen that had been ejaculated by her son slowly overflowing, mixing with her own vaginal fluids. Due to the intense friction between their bodies, this mixture had transformed into a thick, white, foamy substance, covering her entire plump vulva and dripping slowly down her wet pubic hair.
"Mom, what is this?" Bao asked curiously, looking at the lewd mixture on his mother's vulva.
“I’ve heard people call this ‘love cream,’ baby,” she said with a lewd smile, her fingers gently stirring the mixture. “I’ve never seen it before. If you hadn’t shot so much into Mommy today, and had been with Mommy for so long, I really wouldn’t have seen it.”
She scraped some of the mixture, put it in her mouth, licked it clean, and then savored it.
“It’s our taste,” she said to her son with a smile, scraping some more of the mixture. “It’s yours, and it’s mine; it’s the crystallization of our love.”
“It’s like giving birth,” he chuckled lewdly. “Part of it is milk, and the other part is me.”
“Yes, just like giving birth,” she smiled back, savoring their crystallization of love again. “And many children, thousands upon thousands of children.”
“Then can I lick our child, Mommy?” he asked, licking his lips as if he were about to taste a delicious delicacy.
"Oh, of course, my good baby can do anything to his mother, anything he wants," she said seductively, still full of lust. "Really, anything..."
Unfortunately, Bao had already been drained of all his reserves by his mother, otherwise he would have pounced on her again long ago. He simply stuck out his tongue to lick his mother's plump vulva, cleaning off the "love cream," and then continued to attack her protruding clitoris, bringing her to another climax.
At this moment, a rumbling thunderclap came from the distant horizon, as if the heavens were protesting against the immoral and lewd acts committed by this forbidden mother and son.
...
After a long, long time, Bao slowly opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache. He had drunk too much last night, and the excessive lust had left his mind blank. It took him a while to come to his senses and remember where he was.
He glanced at the clock on the table; it clearly showed three in the afternoon. So much time had passed!
He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his head. Suddenly, scenes of the previous night's lewd passion flashed before his eyes, and he shuddered.
"Was this really happening, or just a dream?"
Deep down, he vaguely hoped it was real, but he knew the chances were slim. He laughed at himself for being drunk; what kind of son would have the pleasure of sleeping with his own mother? It must be a dream! Thinking this, he felt a pang of disappointment. If only it were real, he sighed. Next life, he comforted himself, but even he found it absurd.
Then he smelled a mysterious and familiar fragrance in the air, so strong, as if it were right next to his nose. He tried to pinpoint the scent in his mind.
Oh, it was his mother's scent!
He used to know and love this scent so well; it had accompanied him through most of his infancy, childhood, and adolescence. But this fragrance was so different from what he was used to; it had an indescribable, provocative, and erotic quality, seemingly capable of arousing all the desires hidden within him.
He suddenly awoke from his drowsy state to find his mother lying beside him!
He could feel the rich fragrance and warmth emanating from her body, and watching her chest rise and fall with her breath under the thin sheet, he couldn't help but swallow.
His mother sleeping beside him didn't necessarily mean anything; perhaps she had gotten cold in the middle of the night and moved to the fireplace to warm herself? Who knows?
Finally, his mind began to function again.
What was she wearing underneath? Was she wearing underwear? That was the key. He knew he was naked, but that didn't mean anything, because he always slept naked; the key was his mother.
He needed to prove that what happened last night was real. This was important to him because, in his conscious state, he wouldn't dare to have any improper thoughts about his mother. Therefore, he wanted to know if his mother was really naked under the sheet.
Wearing, not wearing, wearing, not wearing… his mind raced, the mere thought of his mother sleeping naked beside him was enough to send a pleasurable spasm through his penis.
He carefully lifted the thin sheet covering his mother, took a deep breath, and mustered his courage to look inside.
God help it, his mother was naked! Then everything last night wasn't a dream!
He felt a surge of excitement, his whole body throbbing with fervor, his penis already erect, eagerly seeking further confirmation.
It was real!
He had indeed slept with his mother; he had indeed made love to her!
He felt dizzy; this was too stimulating, something he had never dared to even imagine before.
His penis swelled, hardened, and thickened rapidly. He reached down and grasped it; dried secretions still clung to it—proof of his love for his mother.
God, he had really slept with his dear mother, just as he remembered.
He looked at his mother's sleeping face—what a beautiful and captivating face!
What a lovely middle-aged woman she was!
He loved everything about her, not just as a mother.
He loved everything about his mother, both as a mother and as a woman; he only knew that he truly loved her.
He wanted to be his mother's closest lover, her sweetheart, her beloved. He wanted to possess her completely, to make her his own possession, to love only him for life. He didn't want to share his mother with any other man; even a glance from another man would drive him mad with jealousy.
He found himself with an insatiable desire for his mother's body. Even after the nine frenzied ejaculations of the previous night, he still wanted to make love to her again, still wanted to ejaculate his thick semen into her body again. He was practically going crazy with desire.
His penis was fully erect, and it seemed he could go again soon. He pulled the sheet off his mother and stared intently at her snow-white, full breasts. They were so beautiful, the most beautiful, the sexiest, and the most arousing breasts he had ever seen.
His mother's breasts rose and fell with her breath, trembling slightly, seemingly beckoning him to reach out and fondle them, then to caress them with his mouth. But he resisted the urge, knowing there were things he needed to do first, or else things would get really messy. Besides, he wondered what his mother would think of their incestuous union after last night's frenzy—would she regret it, or would she want to continue? He desperately wanted to know.
He reluctantly rolled off the bed, his genitals still rock hard, quite frighteningly so.
He stroked his penis with satisfaction, telling it to be patient, then walked to the window and looked outside.
The rain outside had stopped, and the sky was gradually clearing, though the dark clouds hadn't completely dispersed, and occasional raindrops still drifted down. It seemed unlikely there would be a heavy downpour, but the mountain path was too muddy to pass easily.
He watched the clouds for a while, then returned to the room where the stranger had been held.
Opening the door, he saw that the man still hadn't moved. He knelt beside him and reached out to check his pulse. When he touched the man's arm, he was startled. He knew there was no need to check the pulse anymore, because the stranger's body was completely cold and stiff; he was clearly dead.
A cold sweat broke out on Bao's body. He stood up, staring blankly at the corpse before him.
Damn it, what did I do? Will I go to jail for murder? It was self-defense, wasn't it? Oh, what bad luck. I hope the police will believe me.
Bao's mind was a mess. He staggered back, slamming his head against the door. He quickly went out and locked the door behind him. Why did he lock the door? The man was already dead; was he worried he might suddenly burst out?
"What are you doing, child?" Dai called him from the bed.
"Uh...uh...uh..." he stammered, "Uh...oh, I'm washing my face."
He rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. His first murder had left him flustered, and he had to calm himself down.
What should he do? He was acting purely in self-defense. After all, the man had barged in unexpectedly; they hadn't invited him, and he was carrying a gun. He had no choice but to defend himself. It was just that the man was incredibly unlucky; a light tap on the head was all it took.
He kept splashing cold water on his face, looking in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, making him look terrifying. He looked down and saw that his once-proud penis was now limp and pitifully hanging between his legs.
The initial fear of seeing a dead body completely dispelled his burning lust. Seeing the dried, cracked residue clinging to his glans, he suddenly felt ashamed and quickly took a shower, washing himself clean.
As the cold water washed over him, his mind gradually calmed, the terror of death slowly subsided, and lewd desires surged back.
If it weren't for that damned stranger, perhaps his mother would always have been his mother, and he would never have had the chance to sleep with her. So, although he deeply hated that stranger, he had to thank him for this.
After drying himself, he casually tossed the towel aside and went to open the door.
Just as he turned the doorknob, it suddenly occurred to him that if he went out naked and displayed his "assets" in front of his mother, would she think he was showing off and boasting that he had conquered her?
Perhaps that would offend her. It seemed better to cover himself up; after all, she was his mother, and it wouldn't be right to be so blatant.
He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom.

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