In the cabin

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Standing by the fireplace, he looked down at the bed. His mother remained fast asleep, seemingly oblivious to everything around her.

The roaring fire behind him warmed his back, a comforting warmth that stirred his heart.

He tossed and turned on the sofa for a long time, unable to fall asleep. Finally, he got up and mechanically, almost unconsciously, added fuel to the fireplace, as if afraid it would go out. When there was nothing else to do, he simply stood there quietly, admiring his mother's sleeping posture.

She lay on her back, her face turned towards him, her breasts high and rounded, supporting the thin sheet like two beautiful, rounded hills. He knew she was only wearing that sheer, low-cut slip underneath, and nothing else. The thought made his heart pound uncontrollably.

He stared intently at his mother's full breasts, rising and falling with her breath. In fact, his penis had been incredibly erect and throbbing for hours, and the thought of his mother's seemingly ambiguous smile only made him more unable to calm down, until he collapsed.

The deafening thunder and rain outside the roof seemed to be either condemning him or encouraging him… but the sound, combined with the power of the wine, kept dismantling the restraints of reason… the desire hidden deep within him slowly spread, bred, grew… and intensified throughout his body.

He glanced at the panties still hanging by the fireplace, knowing that under the thin sheets and petticoat, his mother's body was almost completely unprotected, and those two insignificant layers of fabric were the only separation between them. It certainly couldn't stop the ever-expanding, bestial energy within him.

It only made his manhood swell even more shamelessly…

He had never imagined that he would one day be in such a delicate situation with his mother. Now, the only thing he could think of…the only thing he wanted to do…was…to have sex with his mother…to make love…naked, flesh and blood intertwined…depraved and lewd…to have sex, to make love.

No matter what serious consequences it might lead to, no matter how shameful and despised it was, he only wanted to make love with his mother, to make love wildly. He wanted to be the most important, the closest man in his mother's life…the most alluring woman he had discovered tonight…the most tempting beauty…

at least, in this very moment…no matter what the future held…

he wanted this beauty.

Besides, his mother's performance tonight…

was too intriguing.

He was ashamed of his lewd and wicked thoughts, but his manhood grew even larger and…harder, pushing the towel covering its ugly face high, trembling and drawing circles excitedly beneath the towel with each tremor of his body.

Was his mother awake? She had been asleep for four or five hours.

During the hours she slept, he struggled on the edge of morality and sin. He constantly tried to convince himself not to have any improper intentions towards his mother, but no matter how hard he tried, he always ended up drawn to her breasts, buttocks, and charming smile. The result of this repeated internal struggle was only that his lust grew stronger and more intense.

Finally, he could no longer endure the torment of lust. With trembling hands, he untied the towel wrapped around his waist to cover his shame, letting it fall to the floor.

Facing his sleeping mother, he picked up his huge, throbbing penis and began to rub it vigorously.

What would his mother's reaction be if she woke up and saw her son masturbating in front of her with his enormous penis? Masturbating in front of his mother, facing her beautiful face, was a truly wicked and stimulating experience. Even if she was asleep, there was still a possibility that she might wake up at any moment.

He simply couldn't believe that his penis was so large, so thick, so hard, as hard as iron to the touch, and exuding heat. He couldn't remember any woman he had ever been with who had ever aroused him so much.

His hands rubbed his massive penis vigorously up and down, pleasure building at its tip. He knew he had to ejaculate; it was the only way to quell his burning desire.

With each stroke faster, he felt molten lava accumulating in his violently contracting scrotum. He thrust up and down forcefully, then stopped. His entire body was on the verge of collapse, but he didn't ejaculate. He knew that even if he did, it wouldn't reverse the psychological urge. He desperately wanted to possess his mother's body; the intense desire prevented him from releasing his pent-up energy aimlessly. He only wanted to spray his overflowing semen between his mother's full thighs, into that fertile soil, giving her the ultimate satisfaction and pleasure.

And only then could he stop the current psychological state… that extreme pain, that near-collapse… tension.

Maybe his mother would like it, want it… he thought… he had to force himself to think that way.

Feeling the constant onslaught of this wicked thought, he finally understood: he only wanted to have sex with his mother; he only wanted to insert his thick, hard penis... cock... into his mother's alluring vagina in every way possible; he wanted to be

one with his mother forever. His mother, the most beautiful woman God had ever created, filled him with immense excitement at the mere thought of her.

Would she agree to her son having such an incestuous relationship with her? Because this wasn't as simple as going for a walk in the park; it was "incest"!!!

Such a terrifying word!

It not only violated natural law but also completely contravened the public morality and laws of human society.

This was illegal! It

was horrifying!

He was horrified by his own wicked thoughts: I am such a son, I am a bad son!

Would his mother accept such a depraved act?

"I'm going crazy!" he growled, gripping his erect, thick, swollen member. It paid no heed to its owner's conflicted emotions, only displaying its ugly, arrogant face... held in his own hands, shamelessly swaying and contracting.

Perhaps the sound was too loud, for he heard his mother let out a soft moan, then shift her body slightly.

The sheet slipped down, revealing half of her snow-white chest.

His eyes lit up!

Not only had the sheet fallen, but half of his mother's loose, thin-strapped slip had also slipped down!

His heart pounded.

A mountain-like, towering breast suddenly appeared, its pink, pointed nipple like a magnet, firmly drawing his gaze.

His manhood immediately throbbed again,

as if he couldn't even grasp it with his hands.

He could no longer hesitate; he knew there was no turning back. He had to grit his teeth and push forward. How could he know his fate if he didn't try? As for what the future held, he could only leave it to fate.

He took a deep breath, barely managing to hold his trembling breath, and quietly moved to the bedside.

The hardness between his legs sensed the impending mission, the action about to unfold… He thought about the place he was about to invade… to occupy… that place… perhaps… he should… be able to touch, to conquer… his mother was already an undefended city…

He imagined possibly sneaking in there, riding there, reveling, satisfying, enjoying the most beautiful, the best… the sensation that was about to arrive… Although his body still trembled uncontrollably, his penis was excited, jumping and throbbing.

His knees touched the edge of the bed, he paused for a moment. This was his last chance to save himself. He knew that if he took another step forward, nothing could stop him anymore, and he would… forever… fall into…

sin…

Abyss! He could never escape! If his mother woke up and resisted, he would…without hesitation…continue, even if it meant…rape.

Rape…!!

No, not at all, absolutely not…

his mother's meaning was very clear…I'm sure…!

I'm sure!

He couldn't stop; his reason was gradually fading, replaced by the most primal desires. Now, it seemed nothing could stop him from violating his mother.

He carefully reached out and gently lifted the sheet.

His penis throbbed with excitement.

As the sheet was lifted, something even more astonishing immediately struck his eyes and mind.

His mother lay there naked, her body exposed.

Like a newborn baby, completely unclothed!

His mother had somehow removed the only thing covering her body—her undergarment!

He frantically and gently pulled the sheet back over her, but in his panic, he only managed to cover her legs.

He stepped back, quietly examining his mother's body.

His mind raced.

When did she take it off?! Why did she take it off?!

Was the fireplace too bright, and the bed or under the sheets too hot? He recalled his ridiculous act of adding firewood haphazardly.

It must have been when he walked away or wasn't paying attention that his mother woke up and took off her petticoat?

He stared at his mother's beautiful naked body, his mind racing with various possibilities.

He couldn't be sure if his mother slept naked, but he still couldn't help but indulge in a fantasy that was most advantageous to him… a fantasy he himself couldn't believe, a fantasy he was certain of! Maybe!

His mother was…

He excitedly grasped his throbbing erection…! He

almost couldn't help but rub it again…

wishing he could ejaculate immediately, just to be fast!

Maybe after ejaculating, he could cool down…

and calm down before doing anything else?!

He was certainly no stranger to beautiful women sleeping naked, and he knew all too well the allure of women older than him. Now, images of several women he'd slept with kept flashing through his mind… From the moment he entered university, he became the object of desire for many beautiful girls, especially older female students and graduate students.

Occasionally, he'd also enjoy trying his luck with women from the streets, women with a certain air of sophistication. Most of them possessed beautiful, full breasts, and after each passionate lovemaking session, they would sleep soundly beside him, their alluring, high, warm breasts always captivating him for a long time.

He would often gently stroke their hair, slowly admiring his spoils… After their sweet lovemaking, they always slept so peacefully that sometimes even his caresses of their breasts wouldn't disturb their sweet dreams.

Women were truly fascinating creatures.

But all of this paled in comparison to what he was seeing now. He stared in disbelief for a long time, finally drawing a conclusion.

No matter how charming or alluring a young woman may be, she can never compare to the allure of a truly mature woman like his mother, especially since she was the epitome of mature women.

She was a true beauty among beauties.

His mother was so beautiful, with a curvaceous figure, delicate and flawless skin. Although she was middle-aged, the signs of time on her body were almost imperceptible.

Her two firm, full breasts, now completely unprotected… and without anyone to caress them, he thought… and tilted slightly to the sides, but never collapsed… The navel on her firm, smooth abdomen was like a mysterious, deep, round chasm suddenly appearing on a clean, flat ground. Its captivating, sensual shape seemed to draw one in irresistibly… Just that well-defined, neatly shaped navel was enough to make one's mind wander… Below was an equally smooth, firm abdomen, and below that, faintly visible… was a lush, almost inverted triangle of dark, hairy pubescent land… its fine, alluring, and soft texture… Just like his mother's jet-black, lustrous hair, smooth, moist, and shiny... Further down... those mysterious hills and valleys... tonight, from behind... another angle, the most magical and enchanting secret valley he had ever seen... was now covered by the sheets... He seemed to hear a soft, pure, celestial call in his ear... but it also carried endless daydreams and... alluring... lust... He felt he no longer knew... where he was... He felt he could no longer stand; his legs were weak with tension. He had to take immediate action, otherwise, time would not wait, and the opportunity would never come again.

He lifted his thighs, carefully stepped onto the bed, gently pulled back the sheets, and leaned against his mother.

And so, he lay quietly beside his mother, testing whether she would suddenly wake up and kick him away.

Several long minutes passed, and his mother did not move, so he continued to approach her little by little.

Finally, he felt the distance between him and his mother could be measured in millimeters. They were so close that he could feel the heat emanating from her body.

He remained silent for a moment, gradually gathering his courage for the final thrust.

He quietly reached out and carefully placed his hand on his mother's bare arm. At that moment, his heart nearly leaped out of his throat, and his penis throbbed as if it would explode.

His mother's skin was hot and soft, as soft as a baby's. He could smell the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from her, the unique scent of a mature woman, invigorating yet tempting, instantly relaxing his tense nerves and bringing him immense comfort and pleasure.

This familiar scent reminded him of his childhood, when he was just an innocent child, spending his days nestled in his mother's warm embrace, his head resting on her soft breasts, cuddling with her affection. Those

childhood days filled him with warmth; would he ever have the chance to relive those blissful moments again?

He gently stroked his mother's soft, smooth arm with his fingers, but she remained motionless.

Was she really sleeping so soundly?

He became bolder, using his palm to gently caress his mother's arm while slowly moving it closer, trying to approach the high, soft mound of flesh on her chest that had been constantly tempting and stimulating his eyes. After

carefully waiting for a while, seeing no sign of his mother waking up, he slowly moved his hand upwards. Finally, his palm rested on his mother's firm yet soft mound. It was so soft, smooth, and warm that it made him hold his breath.

Feeling the warmth emanating from his mother's soft breast, he began to gently slide his fingers along the graceful curve of her breast. The intimate contact of skin made his body tremble slightly. Finally, his fingers felt a soft little protrusion on the full mound—it was her nipple.

He gently massaged this lovely little protrusion, his entire mind completely focused on it.

He pinched his mother's soft, elastic nipple between his thumb and forefinger, carefully kneading it. Gradually, it began to harden. Sensing the change, he began to knead it with even greater enthusiasm, making it harder and harder.

He could hardly believe that his sleeping mother's nipple could harden under his efforts. "

It seems my mother can still feel," he thought.

Thinking this, he became bolder and began to vigorously knead his mother's breasts with his palms.

His mother didn't stop him, which encouraged him. He moved his lower body closer to her, then slowly shifted his buttocks forward, resting his throbbing, excited penis against her warm, soft thighs, his hands still diligently exploring her full breasts.

He touched the other nipple, which had hardened like the other, feeling very firm and full to the touch. He gently pinched and kneaded this nipple, savoring its soft elasticity, then teased and stimulated the erect nipple with his fingertips like a toy.

"Mmm...mmm...good...so comfortable," his mother suddenly uttered, first seeming to sigh, then speaking, accompanied by a faint, almost moaning breath.

This sudden sound, without any prior warning, startled him, and he reflexively withdrew his hand, thinking his mother was talking in her sleep. But he immediately understood what his mother was saying. He hesitated for a moment, then quickly returned his hand to its original position, placing it back on his mother's high, firm breasts. He began to gently squeeze and knead her soft, elastic breasts, his fingers still playing with her nipples.

His mother was awake. It seemed she not only hadn't stopped him, but actually enjoyed it; her voice might even have been encouraging. So, what should he do next? He didn't know what his mother would do next, how much she would allow him.

While he was still hesitating, what happened next shocked him—his mother's hand, which had been on her hip, slid down and landed on his throbbing, eager penis. Then, his mother turned around, facing him.

She only opened her eyes and glanced at him once, then suddenly, her face came closer, and their lips met.

His mother first held his head with one hand, her tongue swiftly and unimpeded into his mouth, passionately intertwining with his. Then, her hand, which had been holding his head, suddenly swiftly moved downwards, grasping his hot, hard penis and vigorously stroking it up and down.

Even though he was a seasoned lover, he almost ejaculated on the spot. The intertwining of his mother's soft, fragrant tongue and the eager, teasing touch of her hand below made his blood boil.

This couldn't be real; this must be a dream!

But even as he thought this, he greedily sucked on his mother's sweet saliva, his strong arms already reaching out, one above the other, to embrace his mother's beautiful neck and her plump, fleshy buttocks.

His mother's movements were bold and fiery; her tongue intertwined intimately with his, swirling intensely in his mouth, as if trying to draw his soul out of his body. At the same time, when his hands pressed against her buttocks, she immediately and proactively raised her thighs, pressing them against her son's lower body, rubbing her soft, plump vulva against his thighs.

Bao could feel the burning heat beneath his mother's thick body hair. His hands sank deep into her soft buttocks, their two fiery bodies seemingly impatient for the deepest, most intimate union.

Their kiss was so fervent, passionate, and intense that it felt as if only the two of them remained in the world. Their bodies had completely melted together, their tongues swirling and churning, their bodies and limbs embracing and rubbing against each other passionately, as if trying to squeeze their entire being into one another.

Only the final step of joining remained.

It felt like centuries before they finally released each other's poor mouths, lest they suffocate.

A faint glimmer of dawn could be seen outside the window.

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