Drugging and raping mother

It's another weekend, and this weekend might be the most important one I've ever had. Mom only worked half a day before coming home, which is their routine; while others get two days off a week, they get two and a half. Mom could never have imagined that today might be the most unforgettable and humiliating day of her life, nor would she notice the desire behind my gaze.
"Mom, I wish we would never be apart..." I said, emboldened by a sip of beer, my eyes burning as I scanned her face.
Perhaps my gaze was too intense, because Mom became a little uneasy. "Don't talk nonsense. We'll naturally separate when you've settled down and started your own family. Just come visit me often then, and I'll be content..."
"...No...no...I never want to be separated from Mom, never..." My tongue slurred, becoming increasingly thick.
I dared not stay in the living room, fearing that a moment of impulse might lead to a forced sexual encounter and cause an uncontrollable mess. I went into the bedroom and turned on the monitor, my heart filled with conflict. On one hand, I was filled with joy and anticipation, on the other hand, I was afraid of handling the situation poorly and leaving irreparable consequences.
I had once thought of tasting her fragrance while she was unconscious, knowing only that heaven, earth, and I would know afterward, but I also felt that such a life was unbearable; I needed a face-to-face exchange. In my delusion, Mom had already entered the bedroom. On the monitor, that familiar figure sat in front of the dressing table, raising her hand to drink the water in the glass in one gulp. She applied the sedative to her face, and before removing the towel from her hair, she slumped onto the bed. I knew the drug had taken effect...
Carefully closing the curtains, I straightened Mom's body. This was the first time I had touched Mom's body, and even through her clothes, my hands trembled with excitement. Mom's whole body was limp. Like a lump of mud, her skin was still damp, clinging to her clothes. It took a tremendous amount of effort to remove my mother's clothes; after so many days of desire, her body was finally revealed before me.
Apart from her panties and bra, she was completely naked. Her skin, untouched by sunlight for so long, was dazzlingly white. Her pores were so small they were almost invisible. My mother loved vegetables, and her body was well-hydrated, making her skin appear supple, smooth, and tender. Her figure was slightly plump, with a thin layer of fat covering her muscles, rich in... Her skin was glossy and had an excellent elasticity.
Although her slightly protruding lower abdomen disrupted the overall harmony, her intertwined legs still aroused boundless lust. I was about to violate my mother's delicate body, but it wasn't too late to stop.
After a moment's hesitation, I made my final decision. If I wasn't afraid of death, what wouldn't I do?
I used the soft cloth strips I had prepared beforehand to pull my mother's wrists and ankles apart and tie them to the head and foot of the bed. At this moment, my mother was fixed in a "spread-eagle" position. I became a lamb to the slaughter. After restraining her limbs, I took out a black blindfold and covered my mother's eyes. I dared not violate her under her watchful gaze, and I also gagged her with a strip of cloth.
At this moment, as the light descended, I surprisingly managed to avoid touching her body, whether out of fear or some other reason, I don't know. Then I realized that in my panic, I hadn't managed to remove my mother's underwear; a simple process took me a long time. Then, I untied the cloth strip around her ankles and tried to remove her underwear, fearing it would take too long. It was too late. We had to leave it to fate; who knew what would happen next?
My mother's body stirred; the effects of the medicine were probably wearing off. It was too late to back out now. I suddenly calmed myself, removed all my clothes, and climbed onto my mother's body. My hands roamed over her lower abdomen; her skin was so white and tender, making my penis appear even darker and coarser. "...Mmm..." My mother seemed to swallow, turning her head to the side.
My wet tongue slid over my mother's... My kisses traveled up her slender, fragrant shoulders, landing on her countless passionate kisses. Her collarbone rose, exuding a unique charm. When my tongue touched her neck, I could clearly feel her resistance; it seemed she was waking from a deep sleep. I had studied that videotape for countless days and nights, and the area below her neck was a sensitive spot. I
gently nibbled at her ear, the heat clearly radiating through me. A flush spread from her ear down her neck, and her moans grew stronger, a soft, suggestive sound escaping 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..." My mother twisted her hips to one side as if electrocuted, clearly fully awake.
It was time to speak. I leaned forward, straddling her breasts, my lips close to her ear: "Mom, it's me! Don't be afraid, there's no one else..." My mother twisted her head violently, seemingly trying to remove the gag from her mouth. But it was a futile effort. "Mom, please 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..."
Mom impulsively tried to straighten her body, attempting to push me off. Despite her limbs being bound, she still possessed great strength; I knew the drug's effects had completely worn off. "Mom, don't be angry, don't move! I don't want to do this, but I can't help it... Your body is so tempting to me... Mom, I can't resist this temptation, please... just this once... just this once..."
My voice was trembling with tears; it wasn't feigned. Years later, I still don't understand why I felt such a strong urge to cry at that moment. Mom wasn't moved at all, only responding with even fiercer resistance. Unfortunately, my limbs were firmly fixed, leaving no room for effort. The sounds escaping my throat were almost howling. Gaining Mom's cooperation so easily was unrealistic; my only hope rested entirely on my next move, perhaps after it was done... ...
Trembling fingers reached behind my mother and slipped her hand over her bra strap. For some reason, she had fastened it very tightly, the strap digging into her smooth back, the clasp even sinking into her flesh. She stubbornly resisted, and it took a great deal of effort to untie the strap. As the strap loosened... Ah, my mother's breasts! Those full, firm, round breasts danced before me like a pair of white doves. The fair, smooth peaks trembled with her slight breathing, the small nipples like two ripe grapes, tempting me to drool. Saliva. My mother's full, round, firm breasts, which I had long admired for so long, were finally before me. These were the breasts of my mother who had nursed me when I was an infant! Now I was eighteen, and I had long forgotten what those breasts looked like when I was a baby. Now I saw only a pair of sexy, mature, and beautiful breasts, overflowing with lust. My slightly trembling fingers touched my mother's pair of white, smooth, plump, firm, and rounded breasts. Like an electric shock, a tingling sensation 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 that I hadn't even asked for my mother's permission. Why did my mother insist on wearing a bra a size too small to cover such full breasts? I wondered what her purpose was. If I hadn't forcibly freed them today, it would have been such a waste.
Lying on my mother's nearly naked body... I buried my face between my mother's high, firm breasts, inhaling their alluring scent. I couldn't help but kiss those smooth, full, soft, sexy, trembling, white breasts. My lips and tongue kissed and licked the deep cleavage, moving upwards from the base of her large 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 the breasts of my mother, who had once nursed me, could be so sensitive. Perhaps because she hadn't breastfed for nearly twenty years, my mother's breasts were as sensual and sensitive as those of a woman in her thirties. At this moment, she could no longer suppress the rapid breathing and moans that had been pent up for so long. I greedily opened my mouth and took her breast into it, my tongue licking, sucking, and enveloping her rounded nipples. My mother's breasts were second only to her vagina in terms of sensitivity; I had studied this in videos before, and my desire had never strayed from caressing her breasts. I opened... My mother greedily took one nipple into her mouth, while her other hand deftly kneaded the other. Her tongue licked and sucked at the nipple, and her struggles, though still vigorous, seemed chaotic. She sometimes struggled, sometimes thrusting her chest forward, but didn't try to break free.
The protests in her throat grew louder the next day, and her breathing became much heavier. I was overjoyed, fearing that my efforts would be in vain, and her body wouldn't accept it. Now that I had achieved this, it was surely a good thing, wasn't it?
My mother's body trembled violently, her vaginal walls and labia contracting powerfully, gripping and squeezing my penis. It felt as if a surge of heat welled up from deep within her vagina, forcefully impacting the head of my penis. An electric shock-like sensation shot through my central nervous system, spreading throughout my body, finally concentrating on my glans. In that instant, I felt an unbearable tingling sensation in my glans, and I thrust my penis deeper into her vagina with all my might. My whole body trembled, and streams of heat rushed through my neurons to my penis. Finally, my semen shot out forcefully, shooting deep into my mother's vagina.
The lingering fear completely vanished. I moved my body slightly away, my mouth still holding Ran's back, while my other hand traced down her lower abdomen and touched my mother's forbidden area again. My mother's legs were spread and held in place, her vagina unable to close, allowing my fingers to rub against her through the thin lace panties. Soon, my mother's panties were soaked with vaginal fluid, and my fingers repeatedly rubbed and kneaded the opening of her vagina.
My mother had completely given up resisting; or perhaps it wasn't so much giving up as throwing herself wholeheartedly into the struggle against her desire. My lust grew stronger, and I moved my body away from my mother's delicate frame, lowering myself until my lips touched that alluring triangle. I pressed my face against that mysterious, captivating spot, protected by her narrow panties, and through the thin lace, I could feel the warmth of her genitals and sense her trembling all over. The bottom of her panties was soaked, whether from sweat or the vaginal fluid flowing from her large vagina, I couldn't tell. I was deeply captivated by the exquisite creation of nature, and I kissed and licked her smooth thighs and round, plump buttocks. I pulled my mother's thin lace panties aside, completely exposing her genitals, her labia already... There was so much vaginal fluid that her labia appeared exceptionally plump and beautiful. At that moment, a stunning, mature, voluptuous, and sensual body was fully revealed before me. This was my mother's naked body, the body I had dreamt of countless times in my sleep. Between her snow-white, smooth thighs, thick, glossy, and jet-black pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, concealing the mysterious mound and valley. Her smooth, dark red labia acted as a natural barrier, protecting her flower-like vaginal opening—the place from which I was born into this world—and above the opening, slightly raised, was her clitoris, like a nutmeg. I gazed upon it, marveling, as if revisiting a familiar place, and involuntarily buried my face between my mother's legs, letting the fluffy pubic hair... She caressed my face, deeply inhaling the intoxicating scent unique to a mature, sexy woman's genitals. I licked her thick pubic hair with my lips and tongue, kissing her slightly raised mons pubis, kissing and licking her thick, slippery labia majora, parting her smooth, wet 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. At that moment, my mother's delicate body trembled, her breathing suddenly becoming heavy. My tongue probed into her honeyed depths and immediately began licking along the soft vaginal walls.
The head of my penis slowly squeezed into my mother's tight, slippery vaginal opening. The moment it entered, my mother's whole body suddenly stiffened and remained motionless, as if she couldn't believe it was the end of the world. The arrival was so swift… My mother's smooth, elastic labia tightly held it in place.
My mother's small clitoris hardened from my kisses and licks, so I then inserted the tip of my tongue into her vaginal opening, gently stirring the folded inner walls—the passage through which I came into this world eighteen years ago. I cupped my mother's white, smooth, and plump buttocks, my tongue probing as far as possible into her vagina, sucking and licking her smooth, tender inner walls. My mother's vagina was truly wondrous—the inner walls were both smooth and folded (I later learned that most beautiful, wanton women are born this way). Deep within my mother's vagina, streams of vaginal fluid flowed like a babbling brook. A stream of fluid gushed out, and Mom's whole body trembled as if electrocuted. Instinctively, she arched her smooth, snow-white thighs, raising her plump buttocks even higher, allowing me to more thoroughly kiss and lick her vaginal opening and inner walls. "...Mmm..." Mom finally let out the groan I had been waiting for. At this moment, Mom's clitoris was engorged and erect, as delicate as a cardamom bud. I held it in my mouth with exceptional gentleness, afraid that too much force would cause Mom pain and sorrow.
Accompanied by waves of trembling, streams of vaginal fluid flowed from deep within Mom's vagina, making her vaginal walls and lining slippery and sticky, covering my face and mouth. The fluid flowed down her perineum towards her anus, mingling with the snow... Against the backdrop of her white, plump buttocks, her small, dark red anus resembled a pale purple chrysanthemum bud about to bloom, intoxicatingly beautiful. Ah, this was Mom's beautiful, sexy anus! Mom's desire was finally aroused by my persistent teasing; the video of her masturbating last time had been a great help. If I hadn't studied her sensitive areas beforehand and spent a lot of time stimulating her breasts, Mom wouldn't have gotten into the mood so quickly. Her vaginal fluids gushed out in increasingly forceful waves. First cloudy, then clear; first viscous, then thin. It was time to enter; soon I would completely tame Mom with my penis, making her my mother and lover…
I sat up and untied the rope from Mom's left leg. Open. Always ready to prevent my mother's legs from kicking at me once freed, I carefully grabbed her ankle and pulled down her knee. Although this leg was entirely under my guidance, I always felt that my mother bending her knee and freeing her entire beautiful leg from her large panties had an element of separation and cooperation, only outwardly it appeared that I was the one doing it. One of my mother's legs was completely freed, and her panties were pulled down to the other still-bound ankle. My mother quickly brought her legs together, clamping her thighs together. I gently parted my mother's knees, and without any obvious resistance, her thighs parted. I knelt between her legs, my thick, long, hard penis pressing against her. Between her legs, my large, smooth, round glans touched her two white, tender, and delicate thighs. A jolt of electricity shot through my body from my glans, and I felt my mother's body tremble. My mother struggled slightly beneath me, but I could clearly sense that her resistance was half-hearted. Seizing this opportunity, I easily aimed my penis at her wet, eager vaginal opening. When the tip of my large, smooth glans touched her vaginal opening, she struggled again. "Mom, I'm going in..." My mother's head swayed violently from side to side, seemingly in a final attempt to stop her audacious son.
"Oh, Mother, dear Mother, sixteen years ago, I came into this world from here, and now your son has returned to the mysterious world that gave birth to him," I said emotionally to my mother.
My mother trembled, no longer able to resist, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, two crystal tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, and a soft, restrained moan escaped from her slightly parted, rosy lips. My mother's vagina was tight and close, and my penis slowly penetrated it. My mother was truly a naturally beautiful woman; her vagina was not only tight but also long, with many folds in the vaginal walls. Sixteen years ago, I came into this world from here. Mom... My mother's vagina, as if guaranteeing my penis, stroked and held it. When my penis was fully inserted into her vagina, the tip touching the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end, my hard, thick, large, and long penis thrust powerfully in. My mother's legs were already spread apart, her hips swaying in rhythm with the thrusting of my penis. I gently kissed and licked the tears, like dewdrops on blooming lotus leaves, from my mother's beautiful face. When I kissed her rosy, sweet-smelling mouth, she responded, inserting her delicate tongue into my mouth and gently stirring it.
My penis was inside my mother's vagina... My penis throbbed and twitched powerfully, and the inner walls of my mother's vagina and labia contracted rhythmically. My mother and I reached orgasm simultaneously, and I ejaculated into her mysterious, dreamlike vagina. My ejaculation lasted for almost a minute and a half. After the last drop of semen entered my mother's vagina, I lay on her soft body, my penis still inside her, occasionally twitching. My mother's vagina gripped my penis tightly, so tightly that the base of my penis throbbed with a vague pain. My mother... Her tense body instantly relaxed. Sweat clung our naked bodies together...
I thrust my penis forcefully, my thick, hard penis pumping inside my mother's vagina. My mother, deprived of love for so long, suddenly found her long-dormant vagina filled with a young penis, swollen and full. Even before I thrust further, my mother began to moan deliberately, her plump buttocks swaying, more vaginal fluid flowing from deep within. Her vaginal walls contracted tightly, gripping my penis; with each thrust, she let out a forced moan.
Each thrust gave me immense satisfaction; after all, it was inside my mother's vagina. Supporting my upper body with my hands on either side of my mother's fragrant shoulders, I slowly freed one hand to pull off her blindfold. Her eyes, brimming with tears, were tightly closed, seemingly unwilling to witness this incestuous tragedy before her. Her own son was on top of her, raping her, his penis thrusting left and right in the passage where she had been born.
"Oh! Mom, this feels...so beautiful..." My thick, hard penis swayed my mother's still-fixed body back and forth—it was unbelievable. My only explanation was that when my mother involuntarily turned her head to look at me, she saw that her
beautiful, free leg was slightly curled, her sexy toes bent tightly inwards. This discovery excited me greatly. I pushed her leg open further with my left hand, her small foot slapping against my chest. The lewd posture allowed my penis to penetrate deeper, each time hitting the very core. I knew that only by letting my mother fully enjoy the pleasure of sex would she be able to leave me. I also knew how much trouble I had caused that night, and only by doing my best to make my mother happy could I resolve it.
Thinking this, I lifted my body onto my mother's chest, straddled her legs, and put her free leg on my shoulder. I pressed my body down forcefully, thrusting my penis in and out. With each thrust, the tip of my penis touched the soft, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. After each thrust, I would stop and bury my penis deep inside her vagina, occasionally twisting my hips to grind the tip of my penis against that soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh. This made her delicate body tremble. My mother probably hadn't enjoyed this for many years. The thrusting of such a thick, long, and powerful penis, and such soul-stirring sexual skills, caused her delicate body to tremble repeatedly as I relentlessly pounded and drained her. Broken cries escaped intermittently from her throat. Her calves tapped against her shoulders, her small, slender feet occasionally striking my face.
The blatant confession left her both aroused and somewhat bewildered. "What's wrong with you today? You're just spouting nonsense," she said, looking at me in confusion. After a moment of stunned silence, she got up and went to shower.
Having sex with one's own mother is a grave taboo, but it is precisely because it violates… I found the seemingly simple and straightforward rules incredibly exciting. The wild pleasure made my whole body tremble with ecstasy. My mother's breathing became increasingly unrestrained with my vigorous thrusts, her throat emitting waves of soul-wrenching moans. Under her panting, I completely lost control, using all my strength for a final sprint. Sensing my frenzy, my mother twisted her hips uncomfortably.
One of her legs was tied to the bed rail, the other rested on my shoulder. I thrust my penis in and out quickly and powerfully, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. My mother was aroused by my rapid thrusts... She was thrusting into me with such ecstasy, her face flushed, her breath coming in gasps, her eyes glazed, sweat pouring from her nose, her body weak and limp.
My mother moved rhythmically with each of my thrusts, her vagina contracting and squeezing my penis. A tingling, electric sensation shot through my glans, coursing through my entire body. As if sensing my climax, my mother, consciously or unconsciously, lifted her plump buttocks, thrusting upwards to meet my movements, her vagina and labia contracting powerfully, sucking and releasing, squeezing and gripping my penis.
"Mom…dear Mom…I'm going to ejaculate…I'm going to ejaculate…ah…I'm going to ejaculate inside Mom…ah…ah…ah…"
"…Mmm…" My mother uttered a sound of pleasure, this time deeply waking her from her deep reverie, while my glans touched her cervix. From that moment on, my mother's trembling body remained in sync with my thrusts.

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