Rape of his mother who was tied to the bed

It was a weekend, and this weekend was probably the most stressful I'd ever had. My mother only worked half a day before coming home, which was their routine; while others got two days off a week, they got two and a half. My mother could never have imagined that today might be the most unforgettable and humiliating day of her life, nor did she notice the desire behind my eyes.
"Mom, I hope we'll never be apart..." I said, emboldened by a few sips of beer, my eyes scanning my mother's face like fire.
Perhaps the gaze was too intense, because her mother felt a little uncomfortable. "Don't talk nonsense. We'll naturally separate when you get married and start your own family. I'll be happy if you come to visit me often then..." "...No...no...I never want to be separated from Mom, never..." Her tongue gradually became thicker.
The blatant confession touched my mother, but she was also a little taken aback. "What's wrong with you today? You're just talking nonsense." My mother looked at me suspiciously, paused for a moment, and then got up to take a shower.
I dared not stay in the living room, fearing that a moment of impulse might lead me to force myself on her and cause an uncontrollable situation. I went into the bedroom and turned on the monitor, my heart filled with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I was excited and expectant, but on the other hand, I was afraid that if things were not handled properly, there would be irreparable consequences.
I once imagined enjoying my mother's company while she was unconscious, knowing only she and heaven would know afterward. But then I felt that such a life was unbearable; I needed face-to-face interaction. Lost in these thoughts, my mother entered the bedroom. On the screen, that familiar figure sat at the dressing table, downing a glass of water in one gulp. Ionized water was applied to her face, and she collapsed onto the bed, the towel still draped over her hair. I knew the medication was taking effect…
I carefully closed the curtains and held my mother upright. This was the first time I had ever touched her body, and even through her clothes, my palms trembled with excitement. My mother was limp as a lump of mud, her skin damp and clinging to her clothes. It took all my strength to remove her clothes; after so many days of longing, her body was finally revealed before me.
Apart from her panties and bra, Mom was completely naked. Her skin, deprived of sunlight for a long time, was dazzlingly white. Her pores were so small they were barely visible. Mom loved eating vegetables, and her body was well-hydrated, making her skin look supple, smooth, and tender. Her figure was slightly plump, with a thin layer of fat covering her muscles, giving her a glossy, elastic, and wonderfully smooth feel.
Although her slightly protruding belly disrupted her symmetry, her intertwined legs still aroused boundless lust. He was about to violate his mother's delicate body; it wasn't too late to stop now.
After a slight hesitation, I made my final decision. What wouldn't a person who isn't afraid of death 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 respectively. At this moment, my mother was fixed in a "spread-eagle" position, like a lamb to the slaughter. After fixing her hands and feet, I took out a black blindfold and covered my mother's eyes. I dared not violate her under her watchful gaze, and I also tied a strip of cloth around her mouth.
When that moment arrived, I somehow managed to avoid touching 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 strips around her ankles and remove her underwear. I left it all 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 delicate body. My hands roamed over her lower abdomen; her skin was so white and tender, making my hands appear dark and rough. "...Ugh..." My mother seemed to swallow, turning her head to the side.
My wet, slippery tongue glided along the inside of my mother's thigh, then traveled upwards, showering her slender, fragrant 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 from a deep sleep. I had studied that videotape countless days and nights; the area below my mother's neck was also a sensitive spot.
I gently nibbled at my mother's ear, feeling a distinct warmth. A flush spread from her ear down her neck. My mother's struggles grew stronger, and she made 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..." My mother twisted her hips to one side as if electrocuted, seemingly regaining consciousness.
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 missed your body for so long, I just want to love you... You can't even imagine how much I love you..."
My mother strained to lift herself up, trying to push me off her. Despite being bound, she still had so much strength; I knew the drug's effects had worn off. "Mom, don't be angry, don't move! I don't want this, but I can't help it… Your body is so tempting… Mom, I can't resist this temptation, please… just this once… just this once…"
My voice trembled with tears, and it wasn't feigned. Years later, I still don't understand why I felt such a strong urge to cry back then. My mother remained unmoved, only responding with even fiercer resistance. Unfortunately, her limbs were firmly restrained, leaving her with no leverage. The sounds escaping her throat were almost roars. Gaining her cooperation so easily was utterly unrealistic; my only hope rested on the next move, perhaps after it was done…
Trembling fingers slipped behind my mother and rested on her bra strap. For some reason, she had fastened it very tightly, the clasp digging into her smooth back. She struggled to free herself, and with great effort, finally managed to untie the strap. Ah, my mother's breasts! Those full, firm, rounded breasts, 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 and alluring.
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 my 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 at 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 uneasily. My hands touched my mother's breasts, my fingers gently massaging them:
"Ah! Mom's breasts are so beautiful..." I exclaimed, lost in my own praise, forgetting for a moment that I hadn't even asked my mother's permission. Why would she want to confine such full breasts to a bra that's a size too small? I wonder what her reason 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 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, would 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 she had been holding back for so long. I greedily opened my mouth and took my mother's 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 already studied in videos. My hands never left her breasts. I opened my mouth wide, greedily taking one nipple into my mouth, while my other hand gently kneaded the other nipple. My tongue licked and sucked the nipple. My mother's struggles were still strong, but they seemed chaotic. Sometimes she struggled, sometimes she thrust her chest out, but she didn't try to break free from the sides.
The protesting sounds in Mom's throat grew weaker, but her breathing became much heavier. I was overjoyed; my biggest fear was that my hard work wouldn't be tolerated by Mom's body. Now that she was responding, it must be a good thing, right?
The last vestige of fear vanished completely. I shifted my body slightly, my mouth still holding her nipple, while my hand traced down her lower abdomen and once again reached for my mother's private area. Her legs were spread and held in place, 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 at the opening of her vagina, and my fingers repeatedly rubbed and kneaded in that crevice.
My mother had completely given up resisting—or perhaps it wasn't so much giving up, but rather throwing herself wholeheartedly into the battle against her desires. My lust grew stronger, and I moved my body away from her delicate frame, down until my lips touched that alluring triangle. I pressed my face against that mysterious, captivating place encased in her small panties, feeling the warmth of her genitals through the thin lace, sensing her trembling all over. The bottom of her panties was soaked, whether from sweat or the vaginal 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 glistening with vaginal fluid, making them appear even more plump and alluring. At that moment, a beautiful, mature, voluptuous, and sexy body lay 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, protecting the flower-like vaginal opening—the place from which I was born into this world—and above the vaginal opening, slightly protruding, was the clitoris, like a nutmeg. 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, 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, smooth labia majora, and using the tip of my tongue to separate her lubricated, wet labia minora—the gateway through which I had to enter this world. I kissed and licked her small, bud-like clitoris.

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