Fallen Angel's Road of No Return Due to Mother's Love - Chapter 88

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel even more nervous, especially the way my mother looked at me. Before, whenever my mother was affectionate, her eyes would always be shy, and she would avoid eye contact, her gaze wandering. But this time was different. When she looked at me, her eyes didn't wander at all; instead, they were full of energy, as if they were burning with passion. My mother had been drinking, and they say alcohol makes people act recklessly, which shows that desires are stronger after drinking. Alcohol emboldens even the timid, and my mother was bolder than before. At the dinner table, I always felt that my mother had deliberately drunk more, just for this moment? I felt like I was being watched by a tigress in heat, as if I was about to be raped.
"Are you scared?" Mom asked softly, her voice gentler than usual, almost excessively so, carrying a hint of coquetry and affection. My mother, who had always been so normal with me, suddenly acting like this was unbearable; my heart trembled at her soft voice.
"No..." I quickly shook my head and said, but even I didn't believe the word I said.
"Mom thinks you seem a little scared..." Mom's knees involuntarily knelt on the bed as she moved toward me, speaking softly. The moment she lifted her leg, the hem of her nightgown fluttered, revealing her hairless white crotch and the slightly parted opening of her vagina, drawing my eyes involuntarily to her.
My mother knelt on the bed, using her knees as feet, and slowly moved towards me, her full breasts rising and falling with her breath. She had removed her makeup; her face and lips were pale, but she seemed even more alluring without it. Soon, she was kneeling beside me, looking down at me. We met eyes, and I instinctively avoided them, my gaze fixed on her breasts to hide my inner turmoil. I used to be the one teasing my mother, but now I didn't know if I could handle her after she'd been drinking.
"Pfft..." Mom stared at me for a moment, and perhaps because of my nervousness, she burst out laughing. She gently lifted the blanket covering me, but instead of coming in, she remained kneeling on the bed. She only stopped when the blanket reached my feet. Seeing my conservative pajamas, a glint flashed in her eyes. At the same time, I instinctively hugged my arms, letting them dangle in front of my chest—a subconscious reaction to my nervousness. I was so flustered by Mom's unusual behavior and my attire that I didn't even bother to adjust my posture.
My mother reached out and placed her hand on my cheek. Her palm was warm, even slightly damp; I couldn't tell if it was from water droplets left over from her bath or from the sweat on her hands. Before, when my mother stroked me like this, I would always rub my face against her palm, but this time I remained motionless. My mother's delicate hand moved down my cheek, stroking my neck, my chest, my arms, my lower abdomen, and then my hips. My mother looked at my body with admiration and pride. Perhaps she was also very gratified that she had raised her son to such a young age. Perhaps she was thinking of how I was a tiny baby at birth, weighing only a few pounds, and comparing it to how I am now. Although I'm not very tall now, I'm definitely of average height. My mother must have felt a deep sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings of emotion and reflection).
When Mom's hand touched my crotch, it covered my crotch directly, stroking my already uncontrollably erect penis through my pajama pants and underwear. Her eyes gleamed with even more emotion when she touched my penis. Mom's hand hooked onto my pajama pants and tried to pull them down, but I was too nervous to lift my hips, so she couldn't pull them down immediately.
"Cooperate with Mom, okay?" Mom couldn't help but turn her head and glance at me, speaking gently, her voice incredibly soft and loving. I instinctively lifted my buttocks, only to feel a chill on my groin as Mom pulled my pajama bottoms and underwear down to my ankles, completely separating them from my body. I felt a sudden coolness, and my erection was released—it felt so good. My eyes were fixed on Mom's large buttocks. Because she was kneeling on the bed, her full buttocks were pressed against her heels, and the hem of her nightgown couldn't cover them at all, revealing her plump, white buttocks.
After my mother took off my pants, she knelt on the bed, looking at my thick, long penis. Her soft, flowing hair cascaded down her back. She knelt upright, like a Japanese woman, perfectly poised and beautiful. Looking at her profile, I only knew how to cherish this opportunity to admire her, my gaze fixed on her body, her voluptuous figure displayed in its full glory. After looking at my penis for a while, my mother turned to look at me. Her eyes were now slightly glazed, and her gaze seemed different than before. Before, when she looked at me, it was still somewhat the same, with a mother's doting affection. But now, it was as if she were looking at her husband and lover, as if she were saying to me: I want…
Mom turned around involuntarily, reaching her hands to my chest and removing my tightly clasped arms. Exposing my chest, she unbuttoned my pajamas, revealing my still-firm chest. She didn't remove the pajamas completely; unbuttoning the front was enough. Her delicate hands rested on my chest, gently stroking it, sliding down my chest, past my lower abdomen, and past my penis. At that moment, Mom seemed to be admiring a perfectly completed work of art, growing more and more pleased, proud, and self-satisfied with each glance…
"Mom..." I was a little lost at this moment and couldn't help but call out, because I wanted my mother to get things done as soon as possible. Being treated and watched by my mother like this made me feel awkward all over, and I felt inexplicably nervous. Perhaps it was because my mother's sudden change made me feel a little lost.
"Don't talk, let Mom look at you for a while..." But after hearing my words, Mom didn't turn to look at me. She just said it gently, her eyes wandering over my body, admiring my body.
"Creak..." Just as I was waiting, my mother suddenly leaned back and lay down next to me, causing the mattress to shake violently.
"Son...am I pretty..." My mother, lying down beside me, turned to face me and whispered in my ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. I didn't meet her gaze, but simply nodded firmly.
"How beautiful?" Mom placed her hand on my chest, gently stroking it as she spoke.
"My mother is the most beautiful in my heart..." I said from the bottom of my heart. It's normal for a child not to think their mother is ugly. Besides, my mother is very beautiful.
"Uh..." After I said that, my mother suddenly rolled over and landed on top of me.
My body was suddenly pressed down on me. Although my mother wasn't heavy, my breathing became erratic for a moment, and I let out a muffled groan. This was the first time my mother had taken the initiative to press down on me; the previous times, I had always been the one pressing down on her. My mother's entire body lay on top of me, even her legs were pressed against mine, completely separating her full body from the bed surface.
My mother's face was now close to mine, her beautiful eyes looking into mine, blinking rapidly, her long eyelashes brushing against my eyelids. Her nose was close to mine, her fragrant breath wafting onto my face. Her full breasts, through her nightgown, pressed against my chest, their fullness and softness palpable. Most importantly, my penis seemed to be pressing against something unusual. I couldn't see where it was, so I didn't know, but since my mother and I were the same height, it must have been pressing against her crotch, and I could feel that what it was touching was incredibly hot and wet.
Is that Mom's vagina? At that moment, I felt a sudden urge to thrust my hips and see if it really was Mom's penis. I believed that with a little effort, I had a good chance of pushing it in. But I didn't, because I didn't dare move at all. Tonight, the power was in Mom's hands…

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