Rape of the mother who was tied to the bed

It was a weekend, and this was probably the most stressful weekend I'd ever had. Mom only worked half a day before
coming home, which was their usual routine; while others had two days off a week, they had two and a half. Mom could never have imagined that
today might be the most unforgettable, most humiliating day of her life, nor did she notice the desire behind my gaze.

"Mom, I hope we'll never be apart..." I said, emboldened by a few sips of beer, my eyes burning
as I scanned her face.

Perhaps my gaze was too intense, because Mom felt a little uncomfortable. "Don't talk nonsense. When you're settled and have your own family, we'll naturally
be apart. Just come visit me often then, and I'll be content..."

"...No...no...I never want to be apart from Mom, never..." My tongue slurred.

This blatant confession moved Mom, but she was also somewhat at a loss for words. "What's wrong with you today? You're just talking nonsense
." Mom looked at me questioningly, paused for a moment, and then got up to take a shower.

I dared not stay in the living room, fearing a moment of impulse might lead to an uncontrollable situation. I went into the bedroom and turned on the
monitor, my heart filled with conflict. On one hand, I was excited and expectant, but on the other hand, I feared that mishandling the situation would lead to irreparable consequences. 　　I had once imagined enjoying my mother's company while she was unconscious, knowing only that heaven, earth, and I would remain unaware, but I also felt that such a life was unbearable; I needed face-to-face interaction. Lost in thought, my mother entered the bedroom . On the monitor, that familiar figure sat at the dressing table, raising her hand to drink the water in the glass in one gulp. Ionized water was applied to her face, and she collapsed onto the bed, the towel still on her hair. I knew the drug had taken effect… 　　Carefully closing the curtains, I straightened my mother's body. This was the first time I had touched my mother's flesh, and even through her clothes, my palms trembled with excitement. My mother's body was limp like a lump of mud, her skin still damp, clinging to her clothes. It took all my strength to undress my mother. After so longing for this moment, her body was finally revealed to me. 　　Apart from her panties and bra, she was completely naked. Her skin, deprived of sunlight for so long, was dazzlingly white. Her pores were so small they were barely visible. My mother loved vegetables, and her body was well-hydrated, making her skin smooth and supple. 　She was slightly plump, with a thin layer of fat covering her muscles, giving her a glossy, elastic, and wonderfully soft feel. 　　Although her slightly protruding belly disrupted her proportions, her intertwined legs still aroused boundless lust. I was about to violate her body; it wasn't too late to stop. 　　After a moment's hesitation, I made my final decision. What wouldn't someone who isn't afraid of death do? 　　I used the soft cloth strips I had prepared beforehand to tie my mother's wrists and ankles to the head and foot of the bed. At this moment , my mother was restrained in a spread-eagle position, like a lamb to the slaughter. After securing her hands and feet, I took out a black blindfold and blindfolded her. I dared not violate her under her intense gaze, and a strip of cloth was also tied around her mouth. 　　When this moment arrived, I actually managed to control myself and try not to touch her body, whether out of fear or some other reason, I don't know. After everything was settled, I realized that in my panic, I hadn't taken off my mother's underwear, a simple process that took me a long time. There probably wasn't enough time to untie the cloth strip around her ankles and take off her underwear, so I left it to fate , who knew what would happen next. 　　My mother's body moved, perhaps the drug's effects were wearing off. It was too late to back out now. I suddenly calmed down, removed all my clothes, and climbed onto my mother's delicate body. My hands roamed over my mother's lower abdomen, her skin so white and tender, my palms appearing dark and rough in comparison . "...Mmm..." Mom seemed to swallow hard, turning her head to the side. 　　My wet tongue slid across the inside of her thigh, then traveled upwards, landing on her slender shoulders with countless passionate kisses. Her collarbone was prominent, possessing a unique charm. When my tongue touched her neck, I could clearly feel her reaction; it seemed she was waking up from a deep sleep. I had studied that videotape for countless days and nights, and the area below her neck was also a sensitive area. 　　I gently nibbled at her ear, the heat clearly radiating through. A flush spread from her ear to her neck, and Mom's struggles grew stronger, making muffled sounds in her throat; perhaps she thought it was a wet dream! My fingers moved to her swollen vulva, gently rubbing her slit through her panties. "...Uh..." Mom twisted her hips to one side as if electrocuted, seemingly fully awake. 　　It was time to speak. I leaned forward, straddling my mother's breasts, and whispered in her ear, "Mom , it's me! Don't be afraid, there's no one else..." My mother twisted her head violently, as if trying to remove the gag from her mouth . But it was futile. "Mom, forgive me, I've wanted your body for so long, I just want to love you properly ... You can't even imagine how much I love you..." 　　My mother struggled to lift me off her body, her hands and feet bound, yet she still had so much strength. I knew the drug had completely worn off. "Mom, don't be angry, don't move! I don't want this, but I can't resist ... Your body is so tempting to me... Mom, I can't resist this temptation, please... just this once..." 　　My voice trembled with tears, and it wasn't an act. Years later, I still don't understand why I felt such a strong urge to cry back then. My mother wasn't moved at all; instead, she resisted even more fiercely. Unfortunately, my limbs were firmly restrained, leaving me with no leverage. The sounds escaping my throat were almost roars. Gaining my mother's cooperation so easily was unrealistic; my only hope rested on my next move, perhaps after it was done… 　　My trembling fingers slipped behind my mother and touched her bra strap. For some reason, she had fastened it very tightly , the clasp digging into her smooth back. She stubbornly resisted, and it took considerable effort to untie the strap. As the strap loosened… Ah, my mother's breasts! Those full, firm, round breasts were like a pair of white doves soaring before me. The tender, smooth peaks trembled with her soft breathing, the small nipples like two ripe grapes, tempting my taste buds.

The full, round, firm breasts of my mother, which I had longed for for so long, were finally revealed before me.
These were the breasts of the mother who had nursed me when I was an infant! Now I am eighteen years old, and I have long forgotten
what the breasts I suckled as a toddler looked like. Now I see only a pair of sexy, mature, and beautiful
breasts, full of lust. My slightly trembling fingers touched my mother's pair of white, smooth, full, firm, and rounded
breasts. Like an electric shock, a tingling sensation instantly spread from my fingertips throughout my body. My mother let out a soft moan and shifted her body uncomfortably
. My hands touched my mother's breasts, my fingers gently massaging them:

"Ah! Mother's breasts are so beautiful..." I praised them ecstatically, forgetting for a moment that I hadn't asked my mother
's permission. Why did my mother insist on covering such full breasts with a bra that was a size too small? I don't know what her purpose was.
If I hadn't forcibly freed them today, it would have been such a misunderstanding.

Lying on my mother's nearly naked body, I buried my face between her high, firm breasts, inhaling their alluring scent
. I couldn't resist pressing my lips to her smooth, full, soft, sexy, trembling, and fair breasts. My
lips and tongue kissed and licked the deep cleavage, moving upwards from the base of her breasts. My tongue
circled the dark red areolas of her nipples, which were as full as ripe grapes, occasionally licking them.

I never imagined that my mother's breasts, which had once nursed me, could be so sensitive. Perhaps it was
because she hadn't breastfed for nearly twenty years; her breasts were as sexy and sensitive as those of a woman in her thirties. At this moment, my mother
could no longer suppress the rapid breathing and moans that had been suppressed for so long. I greedily opened my mouth and took her
breast into my mouth, my tongue licking the round nipple, sucking, licking, and enveloping it.

My mother's breasts were the second most sensitive area after her vagina, something I'd studied in videos. My hands never
left her breasts. I opened my mouth wide, greedily taking her nipple into my mouth, while my other hand gently kneaded the other
nipple. My tongue licked and sucked the nipple, and although my mother's struggles were still strong, they seemed chaotic. Sometimes
she struggled, sometimes she thrust her chest forward, but she didn't try to break free.

The protests in her throat grew weaker, while her breathing became much heavier. I was overjoyed. I was afraid that if I
worked hard, my mother's body wouldn't accept it at all. Now that she was responding, it must be a good thing, right?

The last trace of fear from before completely disappeared. I moved my body slightly away, still with the nipple in my mouth,
while one hand moved down her lower abdomen and touched my mother's forbidden area again. My mother's legs were spread apart and fixed, her vagina unable to close, allowing
my fingers to rub up and down through the thin lace panties. Soon, my mother's panties were soaked with her own fluids,
a slit appearing between the openings of her vagina and her underwear. My fingers repeatedly rubbed and kneaded this crevice.

My mother had completely given up resisting; perhaps it wasn't so much giving up, but rather a complete surrender to the battle against her desire
. My lust grew stronger, and I moved my body away from my mother's delicate frame, until my lips touched that alluring
triangle. I pressed my face against that mysterious, captivating place encased in my mother's small panties,
feeling the warmth of her genitals through the thin lace, feeling her trembling body. The bottom of my mother's panties was
soaked through, whether from sweat or the fluids flowing from her vagina, I couldn't tell. I was deeply captivated by this exquisite creation of nature
, kissing and licking her smooth thighs and round, plump buttocks.

I pushed aside my mother's thin lace panties, completely exposing her vulva. Her labia
were already wet with vaginal fluid, making them appear even more plump and beautiful. At that moment, a beautiful, mature, voluptuous, and sexy body
was completely naked before my eyes. This was the naked body of my mother that I had dreamt of countless times in my sleep.
Between her white, smooth thighs, thick, glossy, and jet-black pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, concealing the mysterious mound and valley
. The smooth, dark red labia acted as a natural barrier, concealing the flower-like vaginal opening—from which I was
born into this world—and above the vaginal opening, slightly protruding, was the clitoris, like a cardamom bud. I admired
and marveled, as if revisiting a familiar place. I couldn't help but bury my face between my mother's legs, letting the fluffy pubic hair brush against my
face. I deeply inhaled the intoxicating scent unique to a mature, sensual woman's genitals. I moistened
her thick pubic hair with my lips and tongue, kissing her slightly raised mons pubis, kissing and licking her thick, smooth labia majora, parting her moist,
slippery labia minora with the tip of my tongue—the gateway I had to pass through to enter this world. I kissed and licked her small, bud-like
clitoris.

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