The six chapters are titled "Confusion of Love and Lust".

Chapter 1

The weather turned against them. On their way to their mountain cabin, Bao and his mother, Dai, were caught in a downpour.

Within minutes, the rain intensified into a torrential downpour; the sky seemed to have opened up, and the rain poured down, instantly turning the surrounding area into a vast expanse of water.

The rain was icy cold, and large raindrops pounded relentlessly against the mother and son, feeling as if they were being torn apart. The chill seeped into their very bones.

Looking around, there was nowhere to take shelter, so they had no choice but to continue onward.

The path was muddy, and the water was knee-deep where they stepped. The mother and son struggled along the mountain path, slowly feeling their way forward.

Finally, their arduous journey came to an end, and they saw their cabin.

"We're here, Mom! That's our house!"

Bao shouted excitedly, catching his mother as she nearly collapsed. "Hang in there, Mom, we're almost there! I can't believe we made it this far."

"I can't believe the rain's been this heavy,"

Bao's mother, Dai, gasped, rain streaming down her face. "Let's go inside, I'm so cold, my clothes are soaked."

The two stumbled and crawled to the front of the cottage. Bao sat heavily on the stone slab in front of the door, forcefully pulling off his mud-filled boots. His mother rushed to the door, fumbled around for a while, and finally opened it.

"I'll start a fire, Mom,"

Bao said, walking past her. "Go change into some dry clothes, you look like you're freezing."

"Aren't you going to change, dear?"

Dai was terribly cold, shivering uncontrollably, her teeth chattering.

Bao took off his backpack, tossed it aside by the door, and dragged his muddy feet toward the fireplace.

“We were so lucky, Mother, Father and I left some wood in here last time we came,”

he said, hearing his mother’s shoes fall to the ground. “Otherwise, we would have frozen to death.”

“Are you done?”

Dai came in shivering and closed the door. “I’m freezing, son.”

“Almost done, Mother, go change into some dry clothes first,”

Bao said as he started the fire.

Bao piled up the firewood, lit a few sheets of paper, and stuffed them under the wood. Soon, a roaring fire was burning.

Bao added a few more large pieces of wood, watching the fire grow bigger and bigger, then took off his soaking wet coat and hung it on the stove. The red firelight shone on Bao’s bare skin, warm and comforting.

Just then, he heard his mother come out of the bathroom.

“I’m so sorry, son, all my clothes are soaked,”

she complained as she came in, wearing only a large white towel.

“I think this is all I can do for now. You won’t mind, will you, son? My clothes are soaked through; I’ll just have to wait for them to dry.”

“I don’t think it’ll be long,”

Bao smiled at his mother, pointing to the fire. “I’ve already started the fire.”

“Take off your wet clothes too, son,”

Dai smiled back at her son, walking over to warm herself by the fire. “I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Okay, Mom,”

Bao said, picking up his backpack and heading to the bathroom.

After taking off his clothes, Bao felt a chill. It was already late, but he didn’t know where to sleep.

He usually slept on the sofa near the fireplace, but what about his mother? If she slept in the bed, it would be too far from the fire. Perhaps it would be more suitable for her to move the bed over so they could sleep together by the fire.

Opening his backpack, Bao discovered that all his spare clothes were also soaked.

Shivering, Bowe dried himself with a towel, then grabbed another clean towel and wrapped it around his waist before picking up his backpack and leaving the bathroom.

"Looks like we're in the same boat, Mom,"

he chuckled self-deprecatingly, placing his backpack beside the fireplace. "My things are all soaked, nothing dry."

"I think your father's right,"

Dai said, spreading out her wet clothes and hanging them in front of the fireplace to dry. "We shouldn't have come early; now we're drenched."

"Oh, I don't know, maybe I am,"

Bowe laughed too.

“At least we don’t have to worry about food,”

Dai said, walking to the cupboard. “We stored some food in there when we came last time.”

“It looks like the rain isn’t going to stop anytime soon, maybe for a day or two.”

Bao spread out his wet clothes to dry by the fireplace. “Is there enough food?”

“Enough,”

Dai said with a smile after checking the storage. “So, what are your plans for tonight? We’re all stuck here.”

After hanging up the last piece of wet clothing, Bao turned to look at his mother, who was rummaging through the cupboard. As she bent down, the towel lifted, revealing her bare, firm, rounded thighs all the way up to her snow-white, full buttocks.

His mother’s thighs were beautiful—long, shapely, and gracefully curved!

Bao stared at his mother’s bare legs with a fascination, marveling at them.

They were so full, their curves so beautiful, voluptuous yet not overly bulky.

Perfect!

He was lost in thought, admiring the beautiful curves of his mother's legs, which he attributed to her regular exercise.

Just then, Dai leaned down a little further.

Paul's body jolted. Oh, I see my mother's vulva!

Paul screamed inwardly. Because Dai was bent so low, her buttocks were raised high, revealing her prominent vulva, the two large labia clearly visible on the full mound.

"God!"

he thought, "Mom isn't wearing underwear."

He stared wide-eyed, unblinkingly at his mother's exposed female secret, his penis instantly erect, an extreme excitement shooting from the glans to his brain, tears welling in his eyes from the intense gaze.

His mother's vulva was so beautiful!

His mouth gaped open, his eyes fixed on the pink cleft between his mother's legs.

"What are you doing, Paul?"

he kept questioning himself, but his eyes never left his mother's exposed vulva.

“You’re looking at your mother’s vulva right now. If you don’t stop, your eyes won’t be able to take it.”

He felt the distortion within himself, and morbid thoughts began to spread, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off his mother’s legs.

Despite feeling excited looking at his mother's vulva, Bao was filled with shame and self-reproach.

Dai stood up, tears welling in Bao's eyes; after all, he had been staring for too long.

Dai turned around, and Bao instinctively turned his head away, his mouth agape.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong? Why is your face so red?"

Seeing her son's strange expression, Dai couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, uh, uh, um,"

he stammered, his face turning even redder, "um, I'm fine, um, I'm just a little surprised."

"What's wrong, child?"

she asked, looking at her own attire. "Does my outfit bother you?"

"Um, I, um, I don't know, Mom,"

he murmured, turning slightly to cover the bulge under his towel.

“Okay, if you don’t want to tell your mother what you’re thinking, why don’t you go get a bottle of wine, and I’ll find something to eat, and we can have a drink together?”

She turned and began rummaging in the cupboard again.

“Yes, Mother,”

he jumped up excitedly, staggering to the other side of the wine cabinet.

His hands trembled as he opened a bottle, poured himself a glass, and, when his mother wasn’t looking, downed it in one gulp before filling two glasses.

“Here you go, Mother,”

he said, holding the glass to his mother’s high, full breasts.

“Thank you, darling.”

She smiled and took it, taking a small sip. “It tastes really good.”

Somewhat dejected, Bao walked to the fire, placed the bottle on the table, squatted down, picked up a piece of firewood about the thickness of a wrist, and was about to throw it into the fire when a rapid knocking sounded at the door, sounding particularly eerie amidst the wind and rain.

“Who…”

Bao jumped in fright, standing up and blurting out the question.

“There’s someone outside,”

Dai said, her fear and suspicion evident.

“Should I answer him?”

“Okay, but be careful,”

she warned her son.

Paul put the firewood on the table, went to the door, and gently opened it a crack.

He couldn’t believe his eyes; a man stood outside, holding a pistol.

Just as he was about to close the door, the man stuck his foot in the crack, stopping him.

“What’s wrong, son?”

Dai called from inside.

“A man, and a gun,”

Paul said, struggling to close the door.

“Not your neighbor, friend,”

the man said with a cold laugh, slowly pushing the door open while pointing the gun at Paul. “Sorry, I’m not your neighbor.”

“You, you, what do you want?”

Seeing he couldn’t stop the stranger from entering, Paul could only step back, letting him into the room.

“Oh, oh, I was just looking for shelter from the rain, dear lady.”

The stranger chuckled, pointing his gun at Bao to keep him away. “On such a terrifying night, it’s best not to ask too many questions.”

The stranger looked around, then walked up to Dai.

“Oh, oh,”

the stranger said, “looks like we’re having some kind of party, aren’t we?”

“What do you mean?”

she asked, her face slightly flushed.

“Looks like a lonely lady is planning a tryst with her lover in the mountains.”

He teased, slowly taking off his wet clothes and tossing them on the ground.

“Insolence!”

Day spat. “You not only barged into our house, but you also insulted us. This is my son, who the hell are you?”

“My name is unimportant. You can call me Tom if you feel it’s necessary.”

He smiled maliciously and gestured for Bow to leave the fireplace. “I only drew this conclusion from your attire. Anyone would draw that conclusion from seeing you two half-naked.”

“We walked a long way this afternoon to get here, and our clothes are all wet,”

Day explained in vain.

“Hey, hey, madam, no need to explain to me,”

he said. “It’s all the same to me.”

Then a lewd smile appeared on his face, and he walked to the fire, warming his hands while staring at the mother and son.

The house was quiet except for the whooshing sound outside the door and the crackling of the wood burning in the fireplace. Then the stranger spoke again.

“You, little one, go and get me a towel just like yours, quick,”

he commanded Bow.

Paul frowned, but thinking the man might leave after drying himself, he reluctantly went to the bathroom. Once inside, he heard the man speak to him again.

“Stay there, little one, close the door, and don’t come out unless I call you.”

“No, no, I won’t leave Mommy alone with you.”

“Do as I say, little one. Do as I say before my fingers get tired.”

The stranger roared, pointing the gun at Dai.

“Child,”

Dai said softly, “do as he says, baby.”

“But, Mommy,”

Paul was about to fight back, but stopped when he saw his mother’s expression.

“He won’t do anything to me.”

“Did you hear your mother, little one?”

the stranger said with a sneer.

“You’d better not do anything,”

Paul threatened, though he knew it was futile, he obediently stayed in the bathroom and closed the door.

As soon as the door closed, the stranger quickly placed the gun on the table beside him, so he could grab it quickly even if Dai suddenly rushed at him.

“I must ask your forgiveness for my rudeness, madam,”

the stranger’s teeth began to chatter, “I’m almost frozen.”

Then, under Dai’s wary gaze, he began to undress.

In no time, he was stripped naked, standing before Dai like a plucked turkey.

Dai’s face flushed instantly, and she turned away in disgust.

"What's wrong, madam?"

the stranger laughed rudely, picking up the wine bottle on the table and gulping down several mouthfuls. "Don't you like my little brother?"

"God!"

Dai spat, turning her face away. "Too rude!"

"Women like rude men,"

the stranger chuckled maliciously, wiping the wine bubbles from his lips. "Maybe I'll let you play with it later, and you'll be too happy to resist."

"Hey, little guy, bring me the towel,"

the stranger suddenly shouted, picking up the gun on the table again.

Paul stopped in the bathroom, his eyes widening.

The man stood naked before his mother, whose face was flushed, looking both angry and shy.

But despite his anger at the man's disrespect towards his mother, Paul knew he couldn't stop the stranger from doing anything, and he felt a helpless despair.

"Bring me the towel, little guy,"

the stranger commanded, brandishing his pistol.

Suddenly, Bao realized his predicament. The man before him held the power of life and death; if he so desired, he could fall to the ground at any moment, never to rise again. The thought sent a chill down his spine.

Would he really kill them? The man's sinister gaze remained fixed on him, making Bao uneasy, but he still steeled himself and handed over the towel.

"You can turn around now, madam. I hope I haven't been too rude,"

the stranger said, wrapping the towel around himself, but the gun remained pointed at Bao. "Now, why don't you go get a bottle of wine and let us all have a real feast, young man?"

Bao glanced at his mother, who had already turned around. Seeing Bao seeking her opinion, she nodded, and Bao walked towards the cupboard.

"What do you want to do to us?"

Dai asked the stranger.

"Oh,"

the stranger glared at Dai, "I've come up with two good ideas, madam. It depends on whether you prefer to see with your eyes or use a more direct approach. I guess you'll prefer the latter."

"Oh, God, what, what do you mean?"

Dai's breathing quickened.

“Alright, madam, why don’t you two sit down comfortably on the sofa and let me explain the rules of the game?”

The stranger, a cunning and wicked smile on his face, took a step back and left the sofa.

Bao and his mother exchanged a helpless glance, feeling like fish on a chopping block. Although there were two of them, they were no match for this stranger’s gun.

Helplessly, they slowly walked to the sofa, like two condemned prisoners walking towards the gallows; their fate seemed sealed.

“Put the wine here, little one,”

the man gestured, pointing to one end of the table.

Bao mechanically put down the bottle, the shadow of death looming over him.

“Madam, why don’t you sit down and let us talk?”

The stranger’s wicked gaze lingered on Dai’s high breasts, a flicker of an unfathomable flame in his eyes.

Dai hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat down as well. She tried to keep her beautifully curved, long legs tightly pressed together; she didn’t want this stranger to know that she wasn’t wearing underwear under the thin towel wrapped around her.

“Very good, very good,”

the stranger said leisurely, grabbing the wine bottle and taking a large gulp. “Now, little guy, I want you to untie your towel so your dear mother and I can have a good look at your young body.”

“What?”

Bob was startled, hardly believing his ears.

“Did you hear me, little guy!”

the man roared, looking terrifying. “Take off your towel!”

“No, no!”

Bob cried frantically.

He immediately heard the sound of a gun safety being released.

“Okay, okay,”

he gave in, turning away to avoid his mother’s gaze.

Embarrassed, Bob’s body flushed red as he slowly untied the towel, letting it slide to the ground.

“Wow, little guy, you have a big thing!”

the stranger exclaimed in amazement, his eyes fixed enviously on the large, bulging thing between Bob’s legs.

Bob felt more ashamed than ever before; the man’s gaze was extremely lewd and evil, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

What did this madman want?

Paul was mentally calculating how to extricate himself and his mother from their current predicament.

“Let your mother admire your big treasure, little one,”

the man commanded, followed by a harsh laugh that amplified Paul’s shame.

But the man’s words enraged him; he felt he had never hated anyone as much as he did now, if anything, this man.

He felt his emotions spiraling out of control; he struggled to restrain himself from lunging at him, but his body trembled with rage.

“Come here, madam,”

the stranger glared at Dai, took another sip of wine, and poured the rest onto his chest, “tell your son to turn around so you can get a clear look at his treasure.”

But neither of them paid any attention to the man’s threat.

“I’ll say it again, turn around, little one! Or I’ll shoot,”

the stranger said coldly, the gun barrel lowered, pointing at Paul’s enormous member.

Paul knew he ultimately couldn’t fight this man; if he did, this madman might really do anything.

Face was important, but life was more important.

Fortunately, he was his mother's son; she had seen his body before, even though it was a long time ago. What secret could he possibly keep from his mother?

Paul sighed, knowing he had no other choice.

"I'm sorry, Mother,"

Paul muttered softly, turning to face his mother.

The distance between them was only three or four feet. As he turned, Dai immediately closed her eyes.

"Oh, madam, that's very impolite. Please open your beautiful blue eyes and don't disappoint your son. He made a great decision."

Helplessly, Dai slowly opened her eyes. Mother and son's eyes met instantly, and then, to Bao's surprise and shock, his mother's eyes quickly glanced at the enormous thing between her legs.

When he saw his mother's eyes widen in that brief moment, he was filled with shame and rage.

Dai's gaze lingered on her son's genitals for only a short while, but the astonishing size of his member truly shocked her. She couldn't believe how much her son had changed in just a few years. Suddenly, she felt a heat rising in her body, and her genitals began to itch. Her

face flushed, and she guiltily looked up, unable to meet her son's eyes.

Bao couldn't decipher the meaning in his mother's eyes, but he could clearly see her face suddenly turn bright red, almost as if it were about to burst into tears.

"It's big, isn't it, madam?"

the man smiled ambiguously.

Bao and his mother sat there awkwardly, speechless, wondering what this stranger would do next.

“Answer me, madam,”

the stranger said impatiently. “Don’t you think your son has a huge penis?”

“Yes…yes,”

Dai replied helplessly in a soft voice, so quiet that Bao could barely hear it. “He has a lovely big meat stick.”

“Indeed, it’s quite lovely, madam. I suppose you long to put it in your mouth and savor it, don’t you?”

The stranger suddenly let out a shrill laugh, his face contorted with excitement.

“Oh, no, no, don’t,”

Dai pleaded, thinking of the terrible consequences. “Don’t make us do that, sir, please don’t. I’ll do anything for you, but please, please don’t make us do such a terrible thing.”

When Bao heard the man’s words, his first reaction wasn’t anger, but a strange excitement, as if an electric current had suddenly flowed through his body, and all his senses had become heightened.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing: this despicable stranger was asking his mother to suck her son’s penis!

A primal urge suddenly surged within him. Bao knew he shouldn't be making such a fool of himself at this moment, but he was completely unable to control his lower body.

Part of his mind had broken free of reason, and he began to imagine his mother shamelessly sucking on her son's penis in front of a stranger.

How lewd and stimulating that scene was!

Bao actually found it amusing.

But what would happen afterward? Would this madman kill them?

For a while, the house was quiet, save for the crackling of the burning firewood.

Bao snapped out of his daze and realized with a start that the man and his mother were staring at his genitals.

He lowered his head and discovered that his penis had become erect and thriving.

"Oh, baby, don't be so hard, now's not the time,"

he prayed incessantly, but his penis only swelled further, completely disobeying his brain's commands. The enormous glans bulged out, gleaming with a dark purplish-red light, a terrifying sight in the firelight.

No one uttered a word, only staring blankly as Bao's penis magically grew thicker and longer.

Bao had always been proud of his enormous member, but at this moment, he wished he could rip it out by the roots to avoid the embarrassment and disgrace it caused him.

But contrary to his wishes, driven by deep self-reproach and the impending betrayal of morality, Bao's penis became even more erect, rising and falling with his heartbeat, its ugly glans pointing directly at his mother.

"It seems your son isn't satisfied with your answer, madam,"

the man laughed wildly, pointing at Bao's hard penis. "I bet he needs his mother's service; he wants his mother to lick his glans."

"Son, how could you say that?"

Dai scolded, her eyes fixed on her son's penis, which was almost touching her mouth.

“Mom, I’m sorry,”

Bao cried, tears of embarrassment and shame streaming down his face. “I couldn’t control it, I’m so damn bad, it just had to get hard.”

“Hey, now Bao has shown us his treasure is ready,”

the man laughed, taking another sip of wine before speaking. “To be fair, madam, shouldn’t you also let us admire your beautiful body?”

“No, no, no, please don’t make me do that,”

Dai continued to plead. “I don’t want to, not in front of my son.”

“Hurry up, madam!”

the stranger said viciously, tearing off his towel to reveal his semi-erect penis. “I let you see mine, you should let me see yours too.”

“No, no, for God’s sake, please, don’t make me do this,”

Dai just kept pleading.

“Hurry up, madam, you know my patience has its limits. Either you take it off now, or…”

The man said, pressing the gun against Bao’s forehead. “Bang!”

Dai sobbed helplessly, slowly untying the knot in the towel, letting it slide gently to the ground.

Chapter Two

“Oh…”

the man exclaimed, his lustful eyes fixed on Dai’s bare, beautiful breasts, almost dropping the gun.

Dai instinctively squeezed her thighs together, clutching her chest with both hands, trying to cover her naked body, but there was just too much to cover.

“Please take your hands off, madam,”

the man commanded. “I want to see you completely.”

Bao couldn’t stop himself from peeking at his mother. As his eyes moved over her body, he felt his mouth go dry, his penis stiff and erect, the glans throbbing painfully.

His mother was far more beautiful than he had ever imagined, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He felt his consciousness splitting into two parts: excitement and self-reproach.

In all his life, he had never seen anything more perfect.

Her breasts were so perfect, large and white, yet not overly swollen, looking just right, probably a size 38 to 40.

Bao's mind raced, his eyes following his mother's two pale, trembling mounds.

They looked so full and heavy, quivering irresponsibly against the backdrop of her snow-white chest, seemingly arousing the desires hidden deep within a man's heart.

To Bao, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Bao's consciousness began to blur; he didn't know what would happen next, but he knew his eyes couldn't tear themselves away from his mother's naked body.

He cursed the man for humiliating his mother so much, yet deep down he refused to admit that this man had provided the perfect opportunity for him to fully appreciate his mother's naked, beautiful body.

Moreover, he discovered that, just as the man had said, he wanted his mother to take his already throbbing, almost bursting penis into her mouth, which made him hate the man even more. But if it weren't for him, none of this would have happened.

He found a morbid thought creeping into his subconscious; he even somewhat hoped that this stranger would force his mother to perform oral sex on him, and that afterward, this madman might even make him have sex with his mother.

Oh, this is insane!

So this is what I've always wanted!

Paul was ashamed of his inappropriate and morbid thoughts, but the thought of his thick penis being inserted into his mother's lovely vagina (what would that feel like?) made his heart pound violently.

He hated this stranger, but he hated himself even more, because he found himself yearning to commit an incestuous act against his beloved mother. He wanted to do anything to his mother, he wanted to become one with her, but he didn't want to hurt her. He felt he was on the verge of collapse, his sanity slowly fading away. Just then, he heard the madman shouting at him.

"Hey, get up, little guy, get up!"

Paul was like a drunkard, his mind a jumbled mess, and he tried desperately to clear his head.

"Wh...what, what do you want me to do?"

he asked stupidly.

“I think your mother has changed her mind,”

the stranger sneered. “I bet she’s waiting for your big guy. Hurry up and send it up!”

Bao shook his head violently, trying to clear his head. He looked down at his mother.

She clutched her chest helplessly, head bowed, silent, her true feelings unreadable. But her head nodded almost imperceptibly, clearly indicating that he should do as the man said.

Instantly, an uncontrollable excitement surged to his glans, his penis suddenly growing longer, erect and swaying in the firelight.

The stranger's hoarse laughter filled the air. Bao felt almost unbearably ashamed, but his penis, oblivious to its master's complex emotions, strained even more, showing no obligation to conceal his desires.

“Mom…Mom, oh, I’m sorry, Mom!”

he cried, tears streaming down his face.

“Mom understands, Mom doesn’t blame you, child,”

Dai said softly, slowly extending her hand to gesture for him to come closer.

Bao trembled, taking two steps forward. The distance between them was already close, but now it was almost nonexistent. His hot, heavy, enormous, and excitedly throbbing, ugly penis was now pointed at her, trembling and swaying up and down.

Bao held his breath, watching his mother kneel on the ground, slowly lowering her head, her soft lips gently kissing his large, purplish-red glans.

In that instant, the overwhelming pleasure almost made him faint.

The feeling was indescribable, like his own penis. Like being suddenly plugged into a live electrical outlet, a powerful current surged through his body, a tingling sensation shooting straight to his brain, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

The shock of his mother's moist lips contacting his burning glans far exceeded his willpower; he felt as if his glans was about to explode, barely managing to control the urge to ejaculate within his mother's mouth with the last vestiges of his sanity.

His mother's mouth opened wider and wider, gradually engulfing his entire massive glans, and she began to suckle intently.

The warm, moist sensation enveloped the tip of his penis, causing his sensation to swell along with his penis.

"Oh...oh, so...beautiful...Mom!"

he groaned with pleasure, feeling his mother's wet tongue slide across the surface of his glans, then the tip of her tongue would lift the foreskin and scrape back and forth along the edges of the glans.

Oh, Mom's tongue skills are amazing! Truly a mature woman!

Bao was completely intoxicated by his mother's wonderful licking and sucking, stunned by her excellent oral service.

As his mother's lips slowly swallowed his thick, long penis little by little into her mouth, he felt his heart begin to race wildly, his blood boiling in his veins, rushing to his head.

When he saw his mother's soft, full lips tightly wrapped around his thick shaft, he felt the hot, thick semen inside him might erupt at any moment in his mother's beautiful, sexy mouth.

Slowly, his mother's two fleshy red lips slid little by little along his large, hard penis... He climbed higher and higher, until finally, he felt his engorged glans pressing against the soft inner wall of his mother's throat.

Excitement, stimulation, shame, and the condemnation of immorality all surged through him. Bao shook his head with pleasure, almost forgetting the cold gun pointed at him beside him.

Dai began to slowly, gently, and attentively suckle her son's swollen penis, gradually increasing the pressure. Her tongue began to writhe, wrapping around the throbbing shaft.

Bao knew he couldn't last long under his mother's skilled assault; in fact, the energy accumulating in his scrotum had long been ready to be unleashed.

Dai slowly tilted her head back, letting her son's thick penis slip out of her mouth, but her sensual lips still held his large glans.

Bao watched with fascination as his mother's sensual lips held his penis, his mother diligently... The sight of him performing oral sex on himself was a powerful shock to his fragile nerves, but an even greater shock was yet to come—his mother grasped his scrotum.

He could hardly believe it, watching as his mother began to gently squeeze and knead his tightly contracted scrotum, while her mouth once again took his entire penis into her mouth.

As he watched, dumbfounded, she began to move her head, using her fleshy mouth to stroke her son's thick penis back and forth. Each stroke was so deep, accompanied by smacking sucking sounds; she hungrily devoured her son's young penis, making it move in and out of her mouth faster and faster, the sounds growing louder and louder.

Bao was completely lost in this morally and ethically inverted sensory stimulation; all his senses were focused entirely on the parts of his body in contact with his mother, experiencing this pure... Sensory stimulation.

Unconsciously, Bao's buttocks began to move back and forth, in the opposite direction to his mother's head movement.

Each time his mother tilted her head back, he would pull his penis out, and when she sucked it back into her mouth, he would thrust forward forcefully, plunging his penis deep into her hot, wet mouth, the glans slamming heavily against the back of her throat. He was completely out of control; each insertion was so deep that Dai often rolled her eyes back from her son's thick penis, but she showed no sign of stopping, and the speed of her stroking increased, as did the force of her sucking.

Bao was completely captivated by his mother's excellent oral sex skills. Suddenly, his body trembled involuntarily, and he felt his scrotum contract violently, the accumulated semen inside beginning to boil, eagerly seeking an outlet.

Oh, I'm going to cum!

The thought flashed through Bao's mind. Instinctively, he gripped his mother's head tightly, thrusting his hips forcefully, forcing his mother's head to move relative to his buttocks.

"Oh...oh...oh! Mom...Mom, I...can't...take...it...anymore...Mom...I...am...going...to...cum...!"

he stammered incoherently, only knowing to thrust his hips faster and faster.

Dai's movements also quickened considerably, matching her son's movements, sucking hard on his penis, as if urging him to ejaculate quickly for her.

Bao finally couldn't hold back any longer; his ejaculation was released, and thick, hot semen gushed out like a torrent, shooting deep into his mother's throat.

Dai hungrily swallowed her son's semen, unwilling to let a single drop go to waste.

Bao's penis convulsed incessantly, ejaculating wave after wave of semen. The amount was so vast that his mother couldn't swallow it all; her mouth was instantly filled. But she didn't complain; she simply tried to swallow every last drop of her son's semen, while simultaneously sucking hard on his enormous glans, as if trying to completely drain him, leaving him nothing behind.

Finally, Bao's penis stopped ejaculating, slowly shrinking back to its original, docile state.

He felt as if his body had been hollowed out, utterly powerless.

When his mother released his penis, letting it withdraw from her mouth, it was as if even his last support had vanished; he could barely find the strength to stand.

He staggered back a step, seeing his mother staring at him. He couldn't read anything in her eyes, but her flushed face showed how excited she had been. She slowly stuck out her tongue, licking her full, bright red lips, collecting the remaining milky-white semen—his ejaculate—from around her lips, swallowing it all.

Bao leaned against the table. The orgasm had indeed exhausted him, almost leaving him drained. It wasn't entirely physical; he knew his own strength well. Normally, he could ejaculate five or six times without a problem. But this time, his opponent was his mother. The mental stimulation had left him extremely aroused, and he couldn't recover quickly enough.

Ah, his mother's oral sex—the most perfect oral sex he had ever experienced!

Bao was lost in the afterglow of the pleasure.

"Clap...clap...clap...clap..."

A burst of discouraging applause shattered Bao's reverie. He looked up and saw that damned stranger holding an empty wine bottle, clapping loudly.

Paul's gaze involuntarily fell on the madman's lower body; his genitals were erect and swollen, their size unknown. But a ridiculous sense of pride suddenly welled up within Paul, for he noticed the man's penis was much smaller than his own, at least two inches shorter, and far less thick. "

So you have your shortcomings too," Paul thought smugly.

"Perfect, perfect, absolutely perfect! I've witnessed the most spectacular performance in the world!"

The stranger tossed the bottle aside; the alcohol had already made his tongue somewhat stiff. "But now, something even more spectacular is about to happen, haha, isn't it, madam?"

The stranger leaned towards them: "I can't wait, madam, your lovely, sexy lips should serve me."

The thought of the disgusting things this man was about to do to his mother, and his own powerlessness as her son, filled Paul with nausea. He turned his head away, unwilling to witness his mother's humiliation.

“Hey kid, watch this, it’s free,”

the man brandished his pistol and said menacingly. “Just sit back and enjoy it like I did, and you’ll get something in return.”

Paul watched with disgust as this obnoxious stranger thrust his filthy member in front of his mother.

Dai knew she had no choice; she obediently opened her mouth and took the man’s foul-smelling penis into her mouth.

Paul’s eyes practically spit fire. He had never felt so angry, watching his beloved mother being forced to perform oral sex on a stranger. He almost wanted to pounce on this despicable man and strangle him.

But what humiliated him was that he felt not only hatred but also a pang of jealousy towards this stranger.

Just minutes before, his mother had been sucking his penis and happily swallowing all his semen; he could accept that because he was the one being served. Now, the object of her service was this stranger, and he was consumed with jealousy.

He couldn’t tolerate anyone else’s filth being inserted into his mother’s sexy mouth; it should be his exclusive right, his mother belonged to him. He wanted to possess everything his mother owned by any means necessary, but first, he had to get rid of the stranger in front of him. However, this madman had a gun, while he didn't, but he had a wooden stick.

Paul's eyes darted to the wooden stick he'd placed on the table when he went to open the door; it was still there.

Slowly, as his mother continued to serve that damned stranger, Paul quietly reached for the stick. His fingers touched it; he could feel the splinters pricking his fingers, and his attention instantly focused.

Now, he could easily grasp the stick firmly in his hand; he just needed to wait for the right moment.

The stranger's buttocks moved faster and faster; Paul knew the man was about to climax, and that was his chance.

The stranger's movements became increasingly rapid, and his legs began to tremble.

It seemed the time was almost here. Paul gripped the stick tightly, held his breath, and waited for the final moment.

This moment came much faster than he expected.

"Oh...oh...I...am...going to...cum!"

The stranger gasped for breath, suddenly thrusting his hips forward, his penis fully penetrating Dai's throat.

Bao heard gurgling sounds coming from his mother's throat and saw the man's hips thrusting rapidly.

This was it!

He grabbed the wooden stick and, with all his might, struck the stranger hard on the back of the head.

"Bang..."

A loud crash echoed as the stick struck the unsuspecting stranger squarely on the back of the head.

The stranger's body stiffened abruptly, then he began to fall backward.

Like a collapsing wall, the stranger fell straight backward, his erect penis withdrawing from Dai's mouth, leaving a trail of white droplets that traced a graceful arc, splashing onto Dai's face and chest.

Like a cannonball already fired, the white liquid continued to spurt out until the stranger crashed heavily to the ground.

As the man fell, Bao swiftly lunged at the gun in his hand and easily snatched it away.

"Let's see who's in charge now, you idiot!"

Bao kicked the stranger lying on the ground in the ribs, venting his pent-up anger, but the stranger didn't react at all.

"Are you alright, Mom?"

Bao asked a question, then jabbed the man's ribs hard with his pistol. There was still no reaction; he'd hit him hard enough.

"Uh, ah, I'm alright, child,"

Dai shook her head and replied. "Oh, God bless you, thank you, child, you saved my life."

"Here, Mother, I'm going to find a rope to tie him up,"

Bao handed the pistol to his mother. "If he moves, you shoot him."

"Okay, I think I can manage."

She glared at the stranger and said, "Maybe I'll shoot him even if he doesn't move."

"Excellent, Mother,"

Bao smiled cruelly, the fighting spirit still coursing through his veins.

Bao couldn't help but glance at his mother's exposed, full breasts before standing up and going to the back to find the rope.

Strangely, neither mother nor son seemed to care about their nakedness, nor did they show any intention of putting on clothes.

Perhaps their clothes hadn't dried yet. Bao found the rope and returned to his mother's side.

The stranger appeared dead, but when Bao felt his pulse, he could feel a faint beat.

Although faint, it was undeniably proof that the man was still alive. However, Bao had no intention of taking him to the hospital. In this stormy night, no one could possibly carry a grown man from the mountains to a distant hospital; let him be.

Bao quickly tied the man up securely, then carried him to the bedroom, tossed him onto the carpet, and then surveyed the room to see if the man had any weapons he could use if he woke up. Seeing nothing, he stood up.

He left the bedroom, dragged a chair over, propped it against the door, and hammered a wedge into the doorknob, ensuring the man couldn't escape. Satisfied, he left.

Back in the living room, Bao took a bottle of wine from the cupboard, opened it, and took out two glasses. He walked over to his mother, who was sitting on the sofa.

She remained seated, motionless, still holding the gun.

She hadn't wrapped herself in the towel, her mature body exposed. He, too, was naked. But after what had just happened, clothes seemed superfluous.

Day stared blankly at the blazing fire, completely unaware that her son had approached.

He filled his glass and sat down beside his mother.

“Here you go, Mother,”

he said, handing her the glass. “Let’s celebrate.”

“What, um, what?”

she snapped out of her reverie, taking the glass. “What did you just say?”

“I said we should drink to victory,”

he repeated, clinking glasses with her. “For beating that bastard.”

“Oh, yes,”

she forced a smile, taking a small sip. “At least you beat him.”

“I couldn’t have done anything without Mother’s help,”

Bowie said, but immediately regretted his words.

“I understand, son,”

Dayie murmured, taking another small sip, but tears streamed down her face.

Bowie didn’t know what to do. He watched his mother slowly drink, her gaze fixed on the fire.

He was completely captivated by his mother’s beauty. Before today, he had never imagined his mother to be so sexy, so beautiful, and had never even considered her a woman. However, his mother was now a completely pure woman to him, possessing a strong attraction that made him want only to hold her in his arms and cherish her.

This thought kept appearing in his mind, giving him immense stimulation, and his lower body slowly became erect.

At this moment, Dai seemed to wake up from a dream. She turned her head and slowly looked her son's naked body up and down, her gaze finally settling on his vigorous lower body.

Bao immediately blushed, feeling embarrassed, ashamed, and embarrassed that his secret had been exposed. But secretly, he was also somewhat proud, because his penis, under his mother's gaze, grew even longer, becoming larger and harder.

Dai's gaze lingered on her son's lower body for a while, watching it grow larger and larger, but her face remained expressionless.

"You're still naked, child,"

she said calmly, but Bao didn't understand the meaning behind her words.

She looked down at herself.

"Me too,"

she added.

“I thought that after what just happened, whether we were dressed or not wouldn’t matter to us anymore,”

Bao apologized to his mother, embarrassed. “If you think this is bothering you, I’ll put it on right away.”

“Hmm, what?”

she said, covering her chest with her arm, but it was clearly just a pose. “I’m so tired, I don’t know what to do.”

“Why don’t you get some sleep, Mom?”

He pulled a towel over his waist and said, “I’ll go make the bed, you rest, and then we’ll get something to eat, okay?”

“Okay.”

Dai smiled at him and stood up.

As if hypnotized, Bao stared blankly at his mother’s snow-white, full breasts, which were now exposed again as she stood up. They were so firm and plump, and the bright red areolas bounced with her movements, tracing two beautiful arcs, making him involuntarily swallow.

“I think I should take a shower and clean myself up.”

Dai didn’t seem to care about her son’s lapse in attention. She even gave him a flirtatious wink, then finished her wine and, as she put the glass down, removed her hand from her chest, allowing her son a clearer view of her prized breasts. Then she smiled mysteriously and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

Bao watched his mother leave, utterly distraught. He couldn’t describe the complex emotions he felt. Desire, jealousy, guilt, anticipation, fantasy, immorality, shame, lust, and physical needs all surged into his mind in an instant, fiercely battling and entangled within him.

Suddenly, he realized something: he needed his mother; he needed her mature female body to soothe his body and soul, tormented by lust. He made up his mind; he wanted to make love to his mother, and, no matter what, tonight.

Just as he was struggling with this internal conflict, his mother returned.

He knew his lower body was extremely aroused, the towel pressing high against it. Wrapped in a towel, his penis throbbed with excitement from his intense desire for his mother, as if telling Dai about her son's illicit lust for her.

To Bao's delight, his mother remained naked. She slowly approached him, her breasts bouncing joyfully with her movements, leaving him mesmerized.

"Here, Mom,"

He couldn't resist, took a step back, and swept his arm across the bed that had been moved to the fireplace. "You should rest for a while, I've prepared everything for you."

"Oh..."

Dai smiled, her eyes quickly sweeping over the unusually prominent bulge on her son's towel. "Obviously, you don't want to sleep yet, do you, son?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom,"

he apologized hastily, trying to cover his embarrassing lower body with his hand. "It's completely out of my control."

"Oh, really,"

Dai smiled wearily, placing a gentle kiss on her son's cheek. "I understand."

Dai got into bed and lay down. Her hand inadvertently slid over the bulge on her son's lower body, causing it to throb even more, excitedly pulsating under the towel.

Chapter 3

"I'm sorry, Mom, I can't control it,"

Bao explained weakly.

“I understand, child,”

Dai murmured, her tired eyes already closed. “You don’t need to apologize; it’s just a natural physiological reaction.”

“Yes, that’s it,”

he chuckled. “It’s a natural reaction.”

“Mmm…mmm,”

Dai murmured through her nose, a deep sleepiness washing over her. “It’s so natural…”

The rain continued to fall, the raindrops pattering against the roof.

Paul watched his mother crawl into bed and helped tuck her in. After she closed her eyes, he stood by the bed for a few more minutes, then tiptoed to the closet and found some snacks.

Afterward, he went to the window and looked out; it was completely dark, night had fallen.

This will be a day I never forget,” Paul thought.

He took out a lantern, lit it, and then went to the inner room to check on their prisoners.

He stopped at the doorway, listened for a while, and seeing no movement inside, opened the door and peered in. The stranger remained motionless, as if truly dead.

Relieved, Bao closed the door and pushed the chair back to its original position.

Outside, the rain continued to pour, the rainwater mixed with the howling wind relentlessly battering their isolated little house.

It seemed that Heaven was truly angry, relentlessly venting its fury on their pitiful little dwelling.

The rain grew heavier, the water lashing against the roof with a resounding "whoosh, whoosh."

Bao felt as if he and his mother had been abandoned by the world, completely cut off from the outside world, as if only the two of them existed in the universe… Bao recalled everything that had happened that day; it was the most unforgettable experience of his life. A stranger had barged into their world; for the first time in his life, a gun had been pointed at his head; for the first time, he had been forced to be naked; and for the first time, he had experienced his mother's superb oral sex skills.

The thought of his mother filled him with irritation. He looked towards the bed, where his mother lay, her face turned towards him. She slept soundly, her hair disheveled and draped over her face, appearing peaceful and serene, a slight smile playing on her lips. In the flickering firelight, her cheeks were rosy, making her appear exceptionally beautiful and charming.

The rain poured down harder and harder, like a torrent of water cascading from the sky, crashing against the roof with a deafening roar. This sound was like a heavy hammer, striking heavily on Bao's heart, constantly stirring his emotions and making him increasingly restless.

He drank several bottles of wine to pass the time, but it was to no avail; his mood only worsened, while his mother remained peacefully asleep in bed.

Bao glanced at his watch; it was already eleven o'clock at night, but his mother still hadn't moved an inch. It seemed she was indeed sleeping very soundly.

Paul grew impatient. He had checked on the stranger several times; the man showed no signs of moving, though he was breathing.

"Looks like I really did break him,"

Paul smugly laughed as he left the room, his head already spinning from the alcohol. He staggered back to the hall.

Standing by the fireplace, he looked down at the bed. His mother remained fast asleep, as if nothing in the world concerned her.

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

His mother lay on her back, her face turned towards him, her breasts high and rounded, straining against the thin sheet to form two beautiful, rounded mounds. He knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and the thought sent a jolt through him.

He stared intently at his mother's full breasts rising and falling with her breath, the image of her sucking his penis replaying in his mind at least a hundred times.

In fact, his penis remained incredibly erect all night, and the thought of his mother performing oral sex on him only made it harder for him to go limp.

The deafening noise from the roof seemed to fuel his desire, and combined with the rational restraint eroded by the wine, the wicked desires lurking deep within him slowly spread, multiplied, and grew stronger.

He knew that under the thin sheet, his mother's body was completely unprotected, and this insignificant sheet was the only barrier between them; it certainly couldn't stop the burgeoning beast within him.

He had never imagined that he would be in such a delicate situation with his mother, much less that she would make him ejaculate with her mouth. When he ejaculated his hot semen into his mother's mouth, his brain short-circuited, completely losing the ability to think.

Now, all he wanted to do was have sex with his mother—naked, flesh and blood intertwined, immorally depraved and lewd.

Regardless of the dire consequences, no matter how shameful and despicable it might be, all he wanted was to make love to his mother, to make love wildly. He wanted to be the most important and intimate man in her life.

He was excited by this lewd and wicked thought; his engorged member grew even larger and harder, pushing the towel covering its ugly face high, drawing excited circles beneath it with each tremor of his body.

Was his mother awake? She had been asleep for a full five hours.

During those hours of her deep sleep, he had struggled on the edge of morality and sin, constantly trying to convince himself not to have any ill intentions towards his own mother. But no matter how hard he tried, he always ended up with the image of his mother giving him oral sex. 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, letting it slip to the floor. Then, 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 the possibility that she might wake up at any moment.

He simply couldn't believe his penis had swollen so large, so thick, so hard, as hard as iron to the touch, and radiating heat.

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

As his movements quickened, 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 wanted to possess his mother's body too much; the intense desire prevented him from releasing his pent-up energy. He had to plant all his life's seeds deep into his mother's fertile soil, in the place where he had received life and grown, so that they could grow happily and healthily there. That should be his final resting place.

Feeling the constant assault of this wicked thought, he finally understood: he only wanted to make love to his mother; he only wanted to insert his thick penis into her alluring vagina in every way imaginable; he wanted to be one with his mother forever.

"Mom," the most beautiful word God created, filled him with intense emotion at the mere thought of it.

Would she approve of her son's incestuous relationship with her? Because this wasn't as simple as a walk in the park; it was "incest"—such a terrifying word!

It not only violated natural law but also the public morality and laws of human society; it was illegal.

How horrible!

He trembled at the thought of having such a wicked idea: I'm a bad son! Would Mom approve of such a depraved act?

"I'm going crazy!"

he growled, looking at his erect, thick, swollen member, oblivious to its owner's conflicted feelings, only displaying its ugly face, swaying arrogantly up and down.

Perhaps the sound was too loud, for he heard his mother groan softly, then turn over, the sheet slipping down to reveal half of her snow-white chest, her mountain-like breasts bursting forth, the pink, pointed nipples like magnets, firmly drawing his gaze, and his ugly member immediately stood at attention.

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

He took a deep breath, barely holding his trembling breath, and quietly moved to the bedside. His penis throbbed with excitement at the prospect of satisfaction.

He rested his knees on the edge of the bed, pausing for a moment. This was his last chance to save himself. He knew that if he took another step forward, nothing could stop him, and he would forever fall into the abyss of sin, unable to escape. Even if his mother resisted, he would continue without hesitation, even if it meant forcing himself on her.

He couldn't stop. His reason was gradually fading, replaced by the most primal desire. 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 beneath him as he stared at his mother's naked, beautiful body.

She was so beautiful, with a curvaceous figure, delicate, flawless skin. Though middle-aged, the signs of time on her body were almost imperceptible. Her two firm, full breasts, neglected for caresses, slumped to one side, and below her smooth abdomen lay a dark, pubic forest.

He felt himself unable to stand; his legs were weak with nervousness. He had to take concrete action.

He lifted his thighs, carefully stepped onto the bed, and gently slipped under the uncovered sheets, pressing himself against his mother. He lay quietly beside her, testing whether she would suddenly wake up and kick him away.

Several long minutes passed; his mother didn't move. So he continued to approach her, inch by inch.

Finally, the distance between them 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 gently 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 alluring, 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, sucking on her adorable nipple, and acting spoiled. 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 grew bolder, his hand gently caressing his mother's arm as he slowly moved, trying to get closer to the soft flesh of her breasts.

"Mmm...mmm...uh...hmm...uh..."

His mother responded.

After waiting carefully for a while, seeing no sign of her waking, he slowly moved his hand down, finally placing his palm on the soft mound of her breast. It was so soft, smooth, and warm that he instantly stopped breathing.

Feeling the warmth emanating from his mother's soft breasts, he began to trace their beautiful shape. His palm gently slid along the graceful curves of her breasts, the intimate contact of skin making 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 focus on it.

He pinched his mother's soft, elastic nipple between his thumb and forefinger, carefully kneading it, and 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 had hardened under his efforts.

It seemed his mother was still capable of feeling, he thought.

Did women, like men, harden their nipples when aroused, just like a man's genitals?

It must be so, he thought. If that were true, then his mother should be very aroused now, because her nipples were hard, which meant she had been responding to his actions. Thinking this, he became bolder, and began to vigorously knead his mother's entire breast with his palms.

His mother didn't stop him, which encouraged him; it seemed his mother had tacitly approved of his audacity. He moved closer to his mother's body, carefully inserting his excited, throbbing penis between her warm, soft thighs, and then his hips began to slowly move back and forth, letting his hot penis thrust in and out between his mother's tightly closed thighs, while his hands continued to diligently explore his mother's full breasts.

He touched the other nipple, which had hardened on its own and felt sticky to the touch. He gently pinched and kneaded his mother's nipple, savoring its soft, elastic feel, and then teased and stimulated her erect nipple with his fingertips as if playing with a toy.

"Mmm...mmm...uh...uh...mmm...so...so good...it feels so...beautiful!"

Mom moaned.

Her sudden sound caught him off guard, startling him. His hand reflexively recoiled, and only then did he understand what she was saying. His hand quickly returned to its original position, pressing against her firm breasts, and he began gently squeezing and kneading her soft, elastic flesh.

So Mom was awake. It seemed she enjoyed what he was doing and hadn't stopped him. What should he do next? He didn't know what she would do next, or how much she would allow him.

What happened next surprised him. Mom's hand slid down to his throbbing erection. Then, she turned to face him.

Suddenly, her face came close, and their lips met. His mother's tongue entered his mouth unimpeded, intertwining passionately with his. Her hands also began to move, grasping his burning penis and stroking it vigorously.

He almost ejaculated on the spot; the intertwining of his mother's soft, fragrant tongue and the teasing of her hands below made his blood boil.

This can't be real, this must be a dream!

He thought as he greedily sucked on his mother's sweet saliva.

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, she proactively raised her thighs, pressing them against her son's lower body, rubbing her warm, plump vulva against his thighs.

They kissed so passionately, so intensely, as if the world only contained the two of them. Their bodies were completely fused together, rubbing against each other passionately with their ardent kiss, as if trying to separate their bodies...

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The six chapters are titled "Confusion of Love and Lust".

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