Evil incestuous lust

Edna dug her fingers deep into the jar, trying to scrape out the last bit of peanut butter. She then vigorously rubbed her butter-covered fingers on a slice of white bread, attempting to spread it.
Looking at the remaining peanut butter on her fingers, she considered licking them, but quickly dismissed the silly idea. She grabbed the dishcloth she'd been using all morning and cleaned her fingers and under her nails.
Then she washed her hands thoroughly. Now, there was no trace of peanut butter on her fingers, but they smelled of soap.
Just then, her daughter Jani (yes, not Jenny, not Janis, just Jani), who had been her only family for the past few years, skipped and hopped into the kitchen.
"Is my sandwich ready, Mommy?"
asked Jani, who was only seven years old.
"Yes, my sweetheart. I'll take it to the living room."
Edna picked up the plate and walked to the living room in just five steps. If her legs were longer, it would probably only take four. The house was bought with a loan; it was far too small, with the kitchen, living room, bedroom, and bathroom all crammed together. The hallway was the longest part of the house, connecting the living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom.
Despite this, Edna felt fortunate. Since her husband's death four years ago, his death insurance had been enough to pay off the mortgage, preventing her and her child from becoming homeless.
Now, to support her child and have enough money for food, clothing, groceries, and property fees, Edna had to take two dirty and tiring temporary jobs. She also received some support from Janie's uncle and occasionally received government food stamps and social welfare from the Ralph Foundation.
The mother and daughter sat on the sofa in the living room, the television tray serving as their dining table.
"What did you do this morning?"
the mother asked.
"I went to see a boy,"
Edna replied, surprised that her daughter was so young to be interested in boys. When she herself was seven, she viewed all boys except her father and brother as enemies. However, a few years later, when she was in fifth grade, she started secretly kissing boys behind the big tree on the school playground. Now her daughter is going to the same elementary school she used to attend, but the big tree is gone, and the playground is paved with cement, but the lessons are still reading, writing, and doing arithmetic.
"What's his name?"
Edna asked her daughter.
"Kelly. Doesn't that sound like a girl's name?"
"Yes, but it can also be a boy's name. In your name and mine, Ed and Ja, don't they sound like boy's names too?"
"Yes, that's why I want to change my name."
"If you want, I can call you Dirty Pants."
"But you said I wouldn't wet my pants anymore, so you wouldn't call me that name anymore."
"How old is Kelly? Where does he live?"
As a single mother, she asked this purely as a joke.
“His family just moved here. He told me I’m the only child around his age, so he must be seven, or eight or nine, Mommy.”
“Oh, do you like him?”
“No way!”
The child looked just like her mother when she was little. “But he knows a lot of funny things.”
“Like what?”
“I can’t tell you. He said you’d be angry if you did.”
“Janie! You have to tell me.”
Her daughter giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect of revealing the little boy.
“He said his daddy took his mommy upstairs to the bedroom to play, and they played like doctors examining her all day. In the locked bedroom, it sounded like drums were being pounded. A year later, mommy came downstairs carrying a little boy.”
Hearing her daughter’s words, Edna gasped. She wanted to burst out laughing, but reason held her back. It was so strange for a seven- or eight- or nine-year-old to say such things!
“What else did the child say?”
the mother asked worriedly.
“Mommy, don’t be angry. I promised him I wouldn’t tell you.”
Suddenly, Edna remembered playing doctor with another little girl when she was eight years old.
“Okay,”
she smiled, forgiving her daughter’s naiveté. “I’m not angry. So, did he say anything else to you?” “He said you’re very pretty.” 　　Jani frowned, looking innocent. “Okay, I’m finished eating. I’m going out to play.” 　　“Okay, darling. Be careful and come back soon.” Edna
said, 　　watching her daughter’s retreating figure. 　　Pretty? Edna thought to herself. She knew she didn’t look presentable, but that was only because she hadn’t dressed up properly. She simply didn’t have time to consider whether she looked pretty, whether her makeup was glamorous, or whether her clothes were appropriate. Besides, she simply didn’t have the money to dress up. In fact, she only had a few clothes to wear at home and a few work uniforms. But even in those work uniforms that lacked any feminine characteristics, she still attracted customers to turn around and look at her frequently, which made Edna feel a little proud. 　　For Edna, the only proof that she had ever enjoyed sex was that she had given birth to her daughter, Janie. 　　Her husband, though a decent man and a responsible spouse, was someone she married more for survival than love. The world was indeed cruel and realistic; this man who was willing to take care of her ultimately won her heart. After marriage, Edna didn't experience the love she had hoped for; the only joy she felt was in raising and nurturing her daughter, Janie. 　　That was enough, she told herself. Remembering Kelly's pointless compliments, Edna couldn't help but laugh. What a silly girl! 　　That afternoon, nearing evening, the front door was pushed open with a bang, and four bare little feet trotted in. It was summer now, and this wasn't the first time feet damp from the grass outside had soaked the carpet. Edna was going to work again; she had called her neighbor, Mrs. Lorraine Stevens, beforehand to ask her to look after her daughter, Janie. In their neighborhood, it's common for neighbors to help each other look after their children. Edna tidied her hair, which had fallen out of her work cap, and walked towards the two children who had just run in. 　　"Mommy, this is Kelly," 　　Janie introduced the boy who had come in with her mother, then threw herself into her mother's arms. She hugged her mother's plump bottom tightly, resting her head on her soft belly.

Edna quickly sized up the boy standing beside her. He was slightly taller than Jani, with long, messy hair and grime on his face and clothes, but his eyes were bright, sparkling like clear moonlight, carefully scanning her body inch by inch. This stirred a strange impulse within Edna, and her face involuntarily flushed. As a child, he wasn't particularly likable, but he possessed a certain masculine charm. Like a bad boy, Edna thought to herself.
"Hello, Mrs. Rose."
"Hello, Kelly, what's your last name?"
"Stone, Auntie,"
Kelly said, sounding at least polite—a bad boy. "Jani said you're going to work."
"Yes, I'm going out to find her and tell her I'm going to work,"
Edna replied, noticing something strange in the boy's eyes. She couldn't help but scrutinize his gaze.
"What are you looking for? I'm right here, Mommy."
The voice beside her startled Edna.
“Yes, of course, you’re back, my dear,”
Edna said, trying to hide her dazed expression. It was so strange; for a moment, she seemed to have forgotten she even had a daughter. “You should go to Lorraine’s now; Mommy has to go to work,”
Edna said, her gaze returning to Kelly’s sweet smile. A strange feeling still lingered, but she said nothing.
“Okay,”
Jani sighed. She was used to being temporarily cared for by the neighbors, but she had never truly enjoyed those times. “I’m going now,” Jani
said, running towards the door. “Hi, Mommy, it’s getting late; you should go too.”
“I’m leaving right away, my dear. You go ahead, I’ll pick you up when I get back tonight,”
Edna said, shaking her head. She ran over and hugged her daughter. “I’m sorry, Mommy feels a little sad.”
Jani loved that hug from her mother before leaving. She happily said goodbye and skipped across the grass towards the neighbors’ house.
“I should be going now, Mrs. Rose,”
Kelly said behind Edna, walking to the lady of the house who was holding the doorknob. Edna wanted to say something to the boy; after all, it seemed a bit inappropriate not to have Jani see the little guest off.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kelly. Jani is a good boy, and I hope you are too.”
Her voice sounded a little awkward.
“Yes, Auntie.”
The boy nodded slightly and walked down the porch steps.
“Don’t blame her, but she did tell me some things you didn’t want me to know.”
“Oh?”
He stopped, turned around, and carefully examined the small woman before him.
Edna avoided his persistent gaze. “I took it as a joke and didn’t take it to heart. When I was little, I often said silly things.”
“Well, Auntie, I thought she might have told you.”
His expression seemed full of curiosity.
“Yes, she also told me other things you mentioned.”
Kelly simply nodded, not showing much surprise.
Edna knew she'd be late for work if she didn't leave soon, but she still wanted to know something about the boy. "Can you tell me?"
she asked eagerly.
The boy thought for a moment, then a sad expression crossed his face.
"My mommy is very sick, and she's going to die. The doctors can't do anything about her, but my dad has his own way. He gave her a gift that must be kept secret. Although she's getting better, there's still a lurking danger."
The little boy finished speaking, his expression returning to calm, and he prepared to leave.
Edna listened to the boy's words, holding her breath, then gasped for breath. "I have to go to work too."
She watched Kelly leave her house and hurried towards the bus stop.
All night, Edna kept thinking about Kelly's words: "...but there's still a lurking danger."
Her absent-minded work state drew a stern reprimand from her boss.
"Hey, Edna, I really don't know where your brain is tonight. Can't you keep your mind focused while you're working?"
"Yes, Mom,"
Edna replied, still somewhat dazed.
“Mom?”
The night shift manager, Joan, made a face at her and shook her head helplessly.
Edna was glad she caught a bus as soon as she got off work. She was in a hurry to get home because her daughter was waiting for her, and… she didn’t know why, but she felt a little uneasy.
At Mrs. Lorraine’s house, Edna’s nervousness eased a little when she finally saw her little daughter.
“Mommy!”
The little girl saw her mother and rushed over to hug her. The mother and daughter hugged each other for a full two minutes before separating.
“I’ve never seen this little girl miss you so much,”
Lorraine said with a smile. Mrs. Lorraine Stevens was a retired seamstress who suffered from arthritis and a bad heart.
“I’ve worried you for too long tonight, Lorraine. Is there anything I can do for you?”
The mother and daughter’s friendliest neighbor yawned and said, “Then get me a big pillow.”
She also suffered from chronic insomnia and couldn’t sleep at night, so she had to find ways to catch up on sleep during the day.
After saying goodnight to each other, Edna and Lorraine walked home hand in hand with their daughter, Janie. Usually, Edna had to carry her exhausted daughter to bed, but tonight Janie didn't want to go to sleep right away.
"I want a glass of water."
"Shh, close your eyes and go to sleep."
"Hmph,"
the little girl rolled over irritably, "Then tell me a story."
"Janie!"
Edna raised her voice, but quickly softened. Suddenly, she remembered Kelly's words and became impatient.
"Mommy is very sick, she's going to die. The doctors are helpless, but Kelly has his own way. He gave her a gift that must be kept secret. Although she's better, danger still lurks."
Edna murmured to her daughter.
Janie's eyes widened, lying there motionless, like a little mouse encountering a ferocious snake.
"Goodnight,"
Edna said softly, turning over in bed and pulling the covers over herself and her daughter.
********* ********* ********* ********* The next morning, Jani got up early and sat in front of the TV watching cartoons. Edna felt very tired—she had fallen asleep very late the night before and had many strange dreams—she dreamt of many blurry-faced people swimming naked in a pool filled with mercury.
Finally managing to get out of bed, Edna took a shower. Coming out of the bathroom, she was about to make breakfast when she saw Kelly and Jani sitting side by side on the sofa, a little boy whispering something in her daughter's ear.
"Don't talk nonsense, Kelly, you're such a stupid little idiot,"
Jani replied, her face flushed.
"Hi, what are you two doing? Kelly, it's nice to see you. Have fun,"
Edna checked the stock investment course on Channel 73 and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Half an hour later, she brought over fried eggs, juice, toast, and grape jelly, placing them on the old, plush carpet. The three of them sat on the carpet, back against the sofa, eating breakfast; the television had been turned off.
“Kelly told me something really stupid,”
Janie couldn’t help but say halfway through breakfast. Edna looked at the boy, but he remained silent.
“Really, little one?”
Edna asked, looking at the two children.
“You tell her,”
Janie said to her son, as if ordering him.
“Okay,”
the boy said loudly, turning to the woman of the house, “If everyone were as kind and beautiful as my mom, having several mommies wouldn’t be so bad. They all love me, like me, and do everything for me—what’s wrong with that? With only one mom, you can’t do everything perfectly. Wouldn’t it be better to have two or more mommies to play basketball with when you want to?”
“Oh,”
Edna shrugged; it sounded pretty stupid. The three of them stopped talking and silently finished their breakfast.
After dinner, Mom stood up first, clearing the dishes and taking them to the kitchen. Edna didn't wash the dishes right away; instead, she went back to the living room and found a soccer ball in the cupboard. The ball was a little soft, but not completely deflated. She placed it in front of the children and said, "Want to play soccer?"
So, Mom picked up the ball and ran outside with the two children.
The three of them played on the grass outside for over two hours, passing the ball back and forth.
Edna encountered some difficulties playing with the two children, but she tried her best to make sure they both had fun. Kelly seemed to pay special attention to her, passing her twice as many balls as he passed to Janie. But Edna didn't specifically pass the ball back to him.
"Mommy!"
Kelly called out, somewhat annoyed.
"What's wrong, dear?"
Janie's mother looked up and asked.
"Why won't you pass the ball to me?"
Janie cried out as well, tears welling up in the sad girl's eyes.
“Pass it to me, catch!”
She kicked the ball to her daughter, which bounced off her ankle and towards Kelly.
“You’re not passing it to me, you’re passing it to him!”
her daughter said, pointing at Kelly. The boy just stood there silently, motionless and silent.
“I’m saying, young lady, even if I did that, don’t take it out on your friend.”
Edna tried to control her emotions, a pang of guilt calming her thoughts.
“He’s not my friend anymore, not anymore.”
She pointed at the boy, pouting, “Now you should go!”
“Janie!”
Edna scolded her daughter, “Don’t be so rude.”
“You should go to work too.”
“What?”
She looked at her watch. Yes, she wasn’t late, but she should leave now, or she’d miss the bus. “I’m sorry, Janie, it’s my fault. I’ll make it up to you when I get back for dinner, okay? Please don’t get angry at Kelly, okay?”
The mother took the blame for the unpleasant situation.
“It’s alright, Mrs. Rose,”
the boy said. “I hope to see you again. Goodbye, Janie!”
With that, he turned and ran away quickly. Edna watched the boy’s retreating figure silently, a pang of sadness in her heart.
“Goodbye, Kelly, don’t hold it against Janie.”
“Mommy!”
Janie called out to her mother, a little annoyed.
“Okay, close the door properly and wait for me to come back, darling. I’ll be off work in about four hours, so don’t let anyone into our house.”
“Okay.”
Janie seemed to be in a better mood, and she kissed her mother’s cheek.
Edna said goodbye to her daughter and headed towards the bus stop.
She finished work on time and returned home on time. The door was locked. Janie heard her mother knocking, ran to open the door, and the two embraced at the entrance.
“Is everything alright?”
“Everything is fine.”
Edna was overjoyed to see Kelly sitting in the living room as well. “You and Kelly made up?”
she asked her daughter.
“Yes, I don’t think he did anything wrong.”
“That’s great, darling. Could you get me a glass of water? I’ll change my shoes first.”
Edna said to her daughter, taking off her first shoe.
“Okay.”
Jani said, running towards the kitchen.
“Mrs. Rose, I hope you don’t mind me coming to your house while you’re at work.”
“Of course not, Kelly. Actually, I think you’re already part of our family.”
She said, taking off her second shoe.
“I think so too, madam.”
“Oh, Kelly, calling me ‘madam’ is a bit too formal.”
Edna walked over to the boy, “Just call me…”
She paused, unsure what he should call her. She didn’t really like her name, Edna; it sounded too old. “Just call me, Mommy.”
She casually uttered this creative title, seemingly a compromise between ‘madam’ and ‘mother’.
“Have some water, Mommy.”
Little Jani brought her a glass of water.
“Thank you, Jani.”
Edna took a big gulp of cool, pure water and then asked the two children, "What shall we play now?"
After playing a card game called "Fishing" for a while, Edna noticed that it was already dark outside.
"When are you going home, Kelly?"
she asked.
"Oh, anytime is fine. My mom and dad know I'm here."
"Should we call them?"
Edna was still a little worried that Kelly's parents would be concerned.
"No need,"
the boy said impatiently. "They're probably cooking."
"Good heavens, I almost forgot. I've been so busy playing with you guys..."
Edna stood up and said, "I'll make us something hot soon. Do you like soup?"
"Yes, Mom... Mom."
Jani was looking down at her cards when she heard Kelly call her "Mom." She looked up at him, her lips and eyebrows furrowing.
Just as Edna was busy making dinner in the kitchen, the doorbell suddenly rang. “Coming,”
she called towards the door, putting down the bottle opener, turning off the stove, wiping her hands with a towel, and then walking towards the door.
An older woman, slightly younger than Lorraine, stood in the doorway. “Is my Kelly… here?”
she asked nervously. The older woman was short, with thinning hair; it was dark outside, so the color of her hair was obscured, but her slightly protruding belly was the most noticeable feature. Judging from her appearance, Edna couldn't help but think that she must have eaten dinner, and probably two. It was strange; Edna usually didn't feel this kind of jealousy towards strangers.
Edna turned on the porch light, took a step back, and said, “You must be Mrs. Stone?”
“No, I’m Alice Turner.”
The woman leaned forward, sticking her head into the living room doorway. “Darling, are you in there?”
“Yes, Mom.”
Kelly stood up, put her cards on the coffee table, and walked towards the door.
“Darling, I made your favorite dinner tonight. Would you…would you like to come home and have dinner with us?”
Alice said, without going inside.
“No, Mrs. Rose said she’s making soup. I’d like to eat here.”
The woman looked slightly displeased, but didn’t show it. “Oh, really? My dear.”
She suddenly laughed, but it was a terrible laugh. One hand trembled as she stroked her protruding belly. “Sounds…sounds good.”
She turned to Edna. “Are you called Edna?”
“Yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
She said, extending her hand to shake the old woman’s.
Alice took a step back, her eyes sincere but her voice calm, and said, "I...I hope you won't let my son stay here too late, okay?"
"Oh, if you'd like, you can take him away now."
Edna's words gave the old woman a glimmer of hope, and she immediately said, "I...I'll."
"Mom,"
Kelly interjected calmly, "I want to stay here."
The woman stood outside the door, her figure growing increasingly languid. She lowered her head so that no one could read her thoughts through her eyes. "Well then, good...goodnight, dear."
Without another word, the woman slowly retreated from the porch, turned, and disappeared into the night.
"Mrs. Rose, please don't mind her."
Kelly came over and closed the door. "She and my father always talk and act like this."
Edna Rose felt her heart pounding, her emotions somewhat confused.
"Mommy, I'm hungry,"
Janie said from behind her. "Kelly, your mommy is acting strangely."
Kelly ignored her; he was studying his "mom's" expression.
“I’ll go make the soup,”
Edna said, heading towards the kitchen.
Kelly followed behind her. “I’ll help you.”
“Me too,”
Janie squealed.
So the three of them went to the kitchen together, the mother busy cooking while the two children scurried around her. Only Janie didn’t notice the quiet atmosphere between them, giggling occasionally and sometimes poking Kelly or her mother in the groin with her finger. Only then would Kelly or her mother smile at her.
Later, as they sat together drinking the hot soup, Edna said to her daughter, “Janie, why don’t you take some soup to Mrs. Stevens too? It’s not too late. I’ve been bothering her to look after you these past few days while I’m at work; I should thank her.”
“Okay, Mommy,”
the little girl glanced at Kelly somewhat worriedly, but still did as her mother asked.
Edna went to the kitchen, put the soup in a rice container, put the lid on, and wrote a note. As she folded the note and handed it to Janie, she almost forgot what she had just written: “You stay there and watch her finish eating, darling, and pay attention to every word she says.”
“Okay, Mommy,”
she replied, annoyed by her mother’s nagging.
Two minutes later, only Edna and Kelly remained in the living room. “Kelly?”
she called to him.
“What is it, Mom?”
“Tell me about your biological parents.”
“I don’t remember them anymore, only my mother. Later, I lived with many mothers and fathers.”
“Were they good to you?”
“They were all good to me, but none of them could live with me for long.”
“What about Alice? And your father…”
Edna asked indirectly.
“His name is Albert, and they’re nice people,”
Kelly replied, his gaze lingering on Edna’s face. “But I think you’re better.”
Hearing this, Edna’s face softened. “I heard from Janie that you think I’m pretty.”
“Yes, Mom.”
She suddenly hugged the boy and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.”
The atmosphere became awkward. Edna didn’t know what to do, but felt she should do something. She waited, hoping the boy would know what to do.
Kelly began, “Whenever I find a mommy, I say nice, rhythmic things to them. I tell them they’re beautiful, and they think I’m a good boy.”
“You are indeed a good boy,”
Edna blurted out, something she’d always wanted to say to the child.
“See, Mommy, now you know what little boys shouldn’t do, right? Mommy shouldn’t always tell them if they’re good or bad,”
Kelly said with a confident rhythm. “But, good mommy's feel sad when they feel lonely. If a well-behaved boy asks the right questions, maybe the mommy’s sadness won’t show?”
“Oh, what question do you want to ask me?”
Edna asked hopefully.
“Yes, Mommy, do you feel lonely?”
Suddenly, Edna’s joy turned to sorrow and despair. Although it seemed like a simple question, she was searching for the answer in sadness and pain. Her heart was shrouded in darkness, her mind searching frantically, and she suddenly realized that she was truly alone. Of all the people she knew, no one could understand her loneliness, and no one could share the deep solitude and isolation within her. Her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. This was a terrible truth she couldn't speak of.
"Yes,"
she whispered, shaking her head.
Kelly immediately grabbed her hand. "Would you feel better if you were with someone you liked?"
He looked up at the housewife, smiling.
A flame of hope rekindled in Edna's heart. Although Kelly was still a child, at least someone understood her loneliness and isolation. His understanding could alleviate her long-suffering pain; his smile was her benevolent savior; his touch brought her a sense of ease. This boy was simply the idol she longed to worship!
Edna pulled the boy into her arms, holding him tightly against her high breasts. "You are the best and kindest boy! Every mother would be proud of you!"
She kissed his cool cheek, holding him even tighter.
“In every mother’s arms, a little boy becomes excited. A good mother doesn’t fear having fantasies.”
Kelly sang in a warm yet calm voice, chanting for his new mother.
A surge of passion coursed through Edna’s body; she felt a voice calling to her, yearning for her response. Though the somewhat dazed mother longed to respond, Kelly’s captivating appearance and voice, along with his gentle touch, left her feeling overwhelmed. However, she later realized that her body’s reactions and Kelly’s actions were guiding her in one direction. Edna leaned closer, resting her neck on the boy’s head.
“I love snuggling in your arms, Mommy, your embrace is so warm and gentle!”
“Call me Mommy, Kelly. You are my little boy, just like my son.”
“Actually, I’ve wanted to call you Mommy since the first time I saw you, Mommy,”
Kelly said with a satisfied smile.
“Oh, my darling, my sweet child, I’d do anything for you.”
“If I were really your precious son, would you let me suckle your beautiful nipple?”
The child placed one on her snow-white, round breast.
“Oh, but you’re not the kind of child who still needs to be breastfed, are you?”
Edna asked, somewhat worried about the child’s request.
“Some children are already grown up, some are still growing, but as a good mother, no matter how old her child is, she will always feel that he still needs her love.”
“You’re right, of course you still need your mother’s love. A mother’s nipple is not only a source of nutrition for a child, but also a tool to express a mother’s love and care, and to make the child feel comfortable.”
Edna understood this very well.
Seeing that his new mother had obediently complied, Kelly smiled smugly, leaning back slightly in her arms so that she could show him her pink nipple.
The overjoyed mother looked down at her breasts, a deep V-shaped cleavage nestled between her two full, large breasts. Sometime during the night, the buttons on her blouse were undone; Kelly had probably used his nimble fingers to unbutton it while she was embracing him.
Edna, carrying her son, walked to the sofa and sat down heavily. "My God, he's so big for such a young age!" she thought. Then, without hesitation, she reached for the buttons on her blouse and easily unbuttoned them. The thin flaps of the blouse opened to reveal a large floral bra that encased her ample breasts, making them appear even more beautiful and shapely.
"Oh my, Mommy, your breasts are so big!"
"They're not as big as my love for you, darling, but whenever you snuggle in, they'll keep you comfortable and excited."
Edna reached behind her back to unhook the bra, and as it fell away, two full, enormous breasts sprang out.
"Wow!"
Kelly couldn't help but exclaim.
His mother took off her blouse and bra and tossed them aside beside the sofa. Then, she reached for her newborn son. Kelly, very clever, immediately snuggled up to his new mother, sat on her lap, and buried his head in her lap, taking turns sucking on her full, erect nipples.
"They're so beautiful, Mommy!"
Kelly said between suckles.
"You make Mommy so happy!"
She hugged him tightly, pressing his mouth against her breast. His gentle suckling made her dark nipples harder and harder, and Edna couldn't help but gasp. Oh, this is the feeling, the feeling of glory!
Yes, it felt wonderful, her son suckling at his mother's nipple. And so, she and her son shared the most intimate bond they had formed. She kept kissing the top of Kelly's head. "Oh, oh, oh, this feels so wonderful, darling."
Kelly felt like he was in a breast paradise; he had never met a mother with such large breasts and such a kind and gentle nature. The boy eagerly and enthusiastically enjoyed this precious and delicious feast of beautiful flesh and ample breasts.
In Edna's mind, the atmosphere surrounding the two grew increasingly lewd and passionate. She felt the burning emotions within her body forming beads of sweat on her skin. Simultaneously, these intense emotions sank deeper within her, reaching her vagina, which hadn't been touched by a man in so long, stimulating every sensitive cell within her flesh.
Her son's soft lips continued to suckle at her pink nipple, the sucking and swallowing transmitting incredible stimulation to her vagina and to her heart.
Edna's mind, already controlled by lust, didn't realize the immense psychological impact these sensations would have on her. She simply couldn't believe that a young boy could so easily seduce her, that just a few sucks on her nipple had made her lose control!
This was absolutely impossible. Therefore, the ever-increasing excitement within her must be related to something else. However, at this moment, nothing else existed in Edna's world but her newly acquired son!
Kelly smacked his lips, then reached out and cupped the full, white breasts before him. He gently rubbed and pinched them tenderly; the snow-white mounds of flesh before him were incredibly alluring, giving Kelly a constant urge to bite them hard and pinch them forcefully.
The burgeoning lust within him caused Kelly's penis to swell continuously. He longed to immediately pin this woman down and rape her, but his special magical talent, proven effective time and again, told him he needed to proceed with extreme patience and caution.
Kelly had learned patience, and it had paid off handsomely. Although he was already old enough to ejaculate, he still pretended to be an innocent child, using the method of finding a new mother to seduce and tempt women until he planted his young seed in their wombs, making them pregnant with his child.
Admittedly, this isn't to say he was evil, but rather that his unique life experiences in his youth taught him how to act. While people can't change things after they happen, they can try to prevent them before they occur.
Kelly, greedily sucking on the delicious little nipple, thought smugly, "It seems women without husbands are really easy to get!" His hands lingered on the pair of full breasts, sometimes squeezing, sometimes gently pinching, feeling so good nestled in his mother's arms. After all, he was still a child, so he loved being hugged.
Edna felt the little boy shift his body, placing his legs on either side of her stomach, his buttocks moving forward, his hard member pressing against her navel. His lips were still tightly sucking on her hard little nipple, feeling so wonderful that she couldn't pay attention to anything else, until the boy's hard penis, hidden in his pants, rubbed against her bare abdomen.
He had been learning to be patient, but it took him many years to learn how to be patient.
“Oh, my dear, Kelly, you seem to be enjoying yourself.”
Edna’s reverie was abruptly interrupted as she suddenly realized the boy was pressing his hard penis against her body. Her labia, deep within her panties, responded to him in a different way, swollen, loose, and moist.
“Little boys know when their mommies are most excited, their tools respond quickly.”
Now, Edna’s attention was completely focused on the primal desire roaming between her buttocks, her face flushed, and she tried hard not to think about her son’s hard penis pressing against her buttocks. If she hadn’t been particularly careful to control her emotions, she would have forced herself to leave the boy and run to the bedroom to release the excitement and desire repressed in her vagina.
“I’m sorry, Mommy, am I poking too hard?”
Kelly looked up and asked.
The blush on Edna’s face turned into a bright red, and she laughed so hard she shook her head, saying, “No, no… it’s okay.”
“It’s hard, just like every time I see you,”
he said bluntly.
Edna's attention shifted from how to ease her own embarrassment to how to help the adorable boy overcome the potential predicament caused by his burgeoning sexual desire. "Does it... hurt?"
"Sometimes it hurts,"
the boy said.
"Does it hurt now?"
Edna could hardly believe she had asked such a question; the child was so young, just like her own son.
"Yes, Mommy, it hurts now."
Edna remained silent, unsure how to handle the awkward situation.
"Good Mommy, good Mommy, what do we do now? Your son's erection is hurting and trembling,"
Kelly said rhythmically. "However, if what you see is true, there's always an answer to something this big."
She could certainly feel the boy's pain; his voice was filled with honesty, sadness, and longing, and she was willing to do anything to alleviate the terrible suffering her son was enduring. "How did it happen, my dear child?"
She looked down at the boy tormented by pain, her eyes welling up with tears. The boy's erection pressed tightly against her navel, causing her to lose all self-control and judgment.
“I… when I’m sucking on your beautiful breasts, Mommy, my… my penis, it… it gets so hard and hurts.”
“You’re doing a wonderful job sucking on your Mommy too, my little sweetheart. Now your little penis is getting harder and harder, and it hurts more and more, so you have to stop sucking on me. Oh, what a wonderful little nipple.”
For some reason, she naturally uttered the word “little nipple.”
“But I want you to suck on me too, to make me feel better!”
Why not? Yes! This is a perfect solution! And the fairest solution. Edna immediately realized this. His little mouth’s sucking gave her nipples a wonderful enjoyment, and he should certainly receive a corresponding reward. In fact, while her son gave her immense pleasure, he himself was enduring immense pain, which greatly troubled Edna. She absolutely could not allow this unfair situation to continue!
Moreover, she understood that only by sucking on the one and only best part of the little boy’s body could she completely eliminate his pain and let him feel the immense pleasure he received from having her nipples sucked. Now, this bulge pressing tightly against her body was the place where the boy released his pain and pressure, and gained immense pleasure!
"Kelly, you must promise Mommy that you will never tell anyone what I've done. If anyone finds out, our relationship and feelings will be completely destroyed forever."
The boy answered sincerely and seriously, "I won't tell anyone, Mommy, I promise you."
She hugged the boy again. "You're such a good boy. Don't feel embarrassed about what I had to do."
"What did you have to do, Mommy?"
Kelly broke free from his mother's embrace and turned to face the woman's belly. His swollen penis made a large bulge in his pants.
"Mommy needs to kiss a special place on your body, and your pain will disappear."
"Oh, that's great, Mommy, where is that special place?"
The mature woman, her face flushed, pointed to the bulge in the boy's pants.
“Oh, really, Mommy?”
Kelly exclaimed excitedly. “If you could really kiss my little penis, all the pain would definitely disappear.”
“Yes…yes, I really hope so, at least some of it would disappear,”
Edna whispered, not even wanting the little boy to hear her. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
The boy stood in front of her, his fingers tracing her bare breasts, his hard penis swollen even more in his pants, seemingly eager to break free of the pants' confinement and let their bodies touch intimately.
“Can…can I take my pants off?”
Kelly asked obediently, his eyes looking at his lower body. “Or could Mommy help me take them off?”
A passionate woman, of course, knew how to handle it. "Mommy's doing this for her lovely little boy, I don't want you to hurt yourself again,"
she said, gently pulling down the waistband of his pants. She then reached out and slowly slid her fingers inside the loose waistband of his underwear, paused briefly, and continued deeper. Her breathing quickened; she knew she was doing something terrible—she was going to take off her son's pants and do what she had promised him. It was terrifying, yet incredibly exciting! Her crotch was instantly soaked.
She gripped the zipper of his pants and slowly pulled it down, revealing his large, hard member encased in white cotton underwear, the bulge much larger than she had anticipated. Suddenly, a strange feeling welled up inside Edna; she felt incredibly proud that her son possessed such a magnificent male organ!
Kelly smiled, standing straight, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. Every time a new mother knelt before him, undressing him and exposing his long-awaited penis, he felt an unprecedented surge of power within him! But he needed to be patient a little longer; the most wonderful moment was about to arrive, and from now on, everything would become increasingly beautiful.
Now, Edna's fingers slipped inside the boy's underwear waistband, pulling it open as quickly as possible to release the pressure on his hard, erect penis. It stood erect like a flagpole inside his underwear; Edna could see how hard it was, knowing that his erection was due to his sucking on her bare nipples. A surge of heat flowed down her spine, penetrating deeply into her vagina.
As a cool breeze swept past his hot, hard penis, the boy couldn't help but clench his teeth. His hard penis, freed from his underwear, pointed directly at his new mother's face. His heavy, swollen scrotum peeked out from among the fine pubic hair, its slanted, erect shaft encased in a smooth foreskin, a pointed glans proudly peeking out from the opening. Edna had never seen such a beautiful penis in her life. "
It's bigger than my hand!" she thought in surprise. "Can my little mouth hold it?" But there was no turning back now; she had to fight for it! She told herself, "This is all for him!"
"Does it still hurt, my darling?"
"Oh… oh,"
he murmured painfully, hoping to gain her more sympathy, "Kiss it, Mommy, it won't hurt when you kiss it."
"Okay, darling. Of course I'll kiss it."
Saying this, she pursed her lips and pressed them against his glans, against his most sensitive spot. Tsk! The sound of her kiss was very loud.
Kelly's tense legs instantly relaxed, his hard penis bouncing under the warm, tender touch, responding powerfully to the caresses of her soft lips. Edna sucked the boy's glans into her mouth, as if savoring a pickled mushroom. Her tongue licked and teased the upper cleft of the glans, tasting the salty, fishy liquid seeping out; the strong masculine scent captivated and excited her.
However, before embarking on her bolder act, Edna warned Kelly, "Only Mommy's mouth can make you feel better, you know, my dear child! No matter what Mommy does, don't be surprised or afraid, Mommy loves you with all her heart!" With that
, Edna opened her mouth and swallowed the entire penis of her newly adopted son, sucking it vigorously.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, Mommy, this feeling is so amazing!"
Kelly said in a rhythmic, song-like voice.
This woman, driven by a morbid maternal love, diligently sucked on her son's hard penis, as if it were the greatest thing she should do in her life. She shook her head rapidly, licking the boy's delicious genitals with great pleasure, even gagging from swallowing so deeply that she had to temporarily spit out the incredibly tempting shaft. Then, she pursed her lips and once again took her son's penis deep into her mouth, continuing the sucking and licking motion.
The boy, his belly thrusting, slammed into his mother's face, grabbing her hair and pulling her head forcefully towards his genitals, hoping to thrust his penis deeper into her throat. But this pulling didn't disrupt the rhythm of her sucking; the joyful, powerful, and rhythmic sucking was the best oral sex Kelly had ever experienced!
He had never realized that the victim of his lust could offer him so much love and desire; her innocence and directness, like her beauty and preciousness, impacted his soul. However, haunted by memories of his past illicit affairs with dozens of mothers, he unconsciously still viewed this mother as an inferior woman, nothing more than a whore!
This newly met, lewd slave mother had just given him oral sex, and soon she would serve him with the rest of her body! A pleasurable, passionate sensation surged from his semen-dripping penis, filling him with immense pride. This exceptionally beautiful woman was so diligently using her mouth to release his lust—was she truly so shameless?
Edna's face flushed crimson; she was somewhat angry with herself, for she knew perfectly well that by sucking this poor, adorable child's penis, she was also acting out her own wicked desires. She could feel the gushing fluids flowing from her yearning vagina, soaking her crotch; she could also feel a powerful desire coursing through her fingers to her long-neglected, thirsty clitoris, bringing her intensely pleasurable pleasure. Greedily sucking a boy's pure penis was clearly a grave mistake, especially since this boy was her son!
However, she had to do it; only by doing so could it be fair. Because of suckling at her nipple, the child's body had developed a strong desire for women. Of course, the child had the absolute right to suckle at his mother's breast, but for an older child to suckle at his mother's breast would result in sexual arousal, so as a mother, she had a responsibility to help the child resolve this issue, though it was truly shameful. Edna's mind raced as she quickened the shaking of her head; the child's penis and the oozing fluid were truly delicious!
Kelly's penis twisted and thrust in Edna's mouth; he knew he was about to ejaculate, he was ready, it was almost here! Undeniably, this woman's lovemaking skills were incredible!
He felt his semen overflowing from his testicles, stimulating the muscles of his penis to twitch incessantly.
“Oh oh oh oh oh!…” 　　he screamed,
“I’m going to cum 　　...

If it weren't for Mommy's excellent control, the young boy might have already lost control. But at this moment, he had completely lost his way in lust, a powerful urge to ejaculate engulfing his mind and body. He gripped her long hair tightly, pressing her face against his lower abdomen, his surging lust violently rushing into her throat
. He groaned loudly 　　, 　　"
Ahhhhh ! Ohhhhh! ... My... my ... 　　Time ticked by with the clock, and the mother and son lay curled up together on the thick, coarse carpet. 　　Edna's consciousness returned to reality first, and she couldn't help but question herself: What have I done?! A deep sorrow descended upon her soul. Looking at the boy and her limp penis resting on his lap, she suddenly realized how terrible and evil she had been. Ah! I had violated him! 　　This was so wicked! At this thought, uncontrollable tears streamed down her face like a burst dam. 　　Overwhelmed by a sudden, piercing sense of shame, she jumped up and ran away from Kelly into her bedroom. "Take me away from here!" 　　she cried in the darkness. 　　After a series of violent thrusts, Kelly lay there motionless. He had fallen unconscious again, the wonderful, pleasurable sensation emanating from his limp penis undiminished. 　　The boy smiled, still basking in the excitement and pleasure of receiving such wonderful oral sex from his mother. 　　What followed seemed a little more difficult, but he always craved greater pleasure after conquering a greater challenge! 　　Several hours passed quietly, and a heartbroken Edna Rose still lay in bed weeping. The bedroom was dark; the half-open door revealed a crack, but no light penetrated from outside. Edna remained shrouded in darkness and deep self-reproach. She had committed a heinous act of incest with a minor—her son! She wished some powerful force could cleanse her mouth of the sin and the semen she had swallowed. She was 　　certain that sucking a boy's penis would ruin her life. At that moment, she wished she had simply placed her nipple in her child's mouth, forcing him to suckle, just like a baby would. What was she thinking? Had she gone mad? 　　From the darkness outside her, from the other side of her house, the heartbroken housewife heard a young voice. 　　“The days are getting shorter, the nights are falling, and all the good boys are going back to bed. The mother who loves her son most must put aside all her sorrow.” 　　Edna felt the tears on her cheeks slowly drying. She looked towards the half-open door, and the voice grew closer. 　　“Separation makes us lonely, reunion makes us united. Two can build a beautiful home, love is invincible.” 　　Two surging waves, one filled with hope, the other with panic, rushed into Edna’s heart. 　　Her heart pounded wildly as her bedroom door creaked open. The boy stood at the entrance to her secret territory, the living room light shining from behind him, casting his dark shadow on her. She couldn’t see his expression. 　　“Honey…darling, it’s time to sleep. You should sleep on the sofa. It’s too late, I…we’ll see you tomorrow…morning.” 　　She stammered, feeling utterly ashamed. My poor, poor, heartbroken boy! 　　The boy remained silent. Little Kelly resolutely walked into the bedroom, to his mother's bedside, and gazed at her in the pale light filtering in from afar. 　　She was still half-naked, her enviable, full, rounded breasts standing high on her chest. He remembered their soft, sweet taste. 　　Edna curled up, trying to cover herself, but she could still see the boy's bare lower body. "Please...please, my son, Mommy wants to sleep...sleep." 　　"Mommy, you've been crying." 　　He climbed onto the bed, stroking her trembling shoulders. 　　"Darling, go to sleep, I beg you, Mommy doesn't feel well." 　　"I know, Mommy, I want you to feel better, and I hope you can make me feel better too." 　　"No!" 　　Edna cried, curling up and collapsing to the floor. 　　Kelly climbed onto the bed behind his mother, kissing her bare back. Pressed close to her body, he fumbled for the zipper on the side of her skirt and slowly unzipped it. Her fair, soft waist and abdomen shimmered dazzlingly white in the gentle light. 　　Edna Rose was utterly shocked; her son was undressing her! 　　"Poor little mommy, you're completely terrified. Good boys know best how to love their mommies," 　　he said, opening the hem of her skirt, now zipped up. "Lift your bottom, Mommy." 　　She obediently lifted her bottom, and he knew she was his. 　　"No, no! Don't do this to me. This is wrong. I've made a huge mistake..." 　　Edna cried out. Oh, why couldn't she resist the boy's alluring voice? She felt his hands grabbing and tearing at her skirt beneath her bottom, then she felt his hands pulling at the waistband of her skirt. 　　“Please, honey! Let me go, don’t make things worse. You’re only hurting yourself.” 　　“No, Mommy. You’re the one who gets hurt. You need to do this.” 　　The little boy didn’t have the strength to pull his underwear off his mother’s legs. “Help me,” 　　he said to her. 　　Edna clumsily lifted her leg, bringing her knee to her breasts, helping her son pull her shiny, heavy skirt off from under her bottom, and then he pulled it off completely. Now, she was only wearing cotton underwear. In the dim light, Edna, her face flushed, murmured, "I feel so ashamed..." 　　"No, Mommy, you should be proud," 　　Kelly said, taking off his own t-shirt. "You gave me the second treasure a mother must give her son." 　　Edna sobbed, fully understanding what he meant by the most precious thing. "Please...no, no, no!" 　　Kelly reached out and pulled aside the fabric of his mother's underwear, pressing his body closer to her back, his hard penis between her legs, ready to enter her body. 　　"Oh, no, no! Son, don't ruin yourself on me!"

His mother sobbed, noticing he was getting closer and closer to her private parts. His hard, soft glans had found her wet opening, parted her swollen labia, paused briefly at the edge of her warm flesh, and then resolutely thrust in. The lovely boy, fully inside her, sighed happily as he lay on her back.
Tears welled up uncontrollably in Edna's eyes; she felt him slowly withdrawing, and a sliver of hope for his return arose within her. The next thrust was even stronger, bringing an even more intense stimulation to her thirsty vagina.
"I'm fucking you, Mommy, do you like it?"
he said, his hard penis pumping rapidly in and out of her hot, wet vagina.
“I love it so much, my little boy is raping his slutty mommy, and she can’t stop him at all, but you absolutely can’t do this, darling! Please stop! I can feel your boyish penis going in and out of Mommy’s hairy old cunt, but you can’t rape Mommy like this, a good boy like you wouldn’t rape me.”
“I love you so much, I can’t stop. I can only keep fucking, thrusting in and out of Mommy’s soft, alluring body, until I turn you into my slut again.”
As he spoke, his thick, hard penis penetrated deeper into his mother’s open cunt, his hands still caressing her exposed skin and full breasts. Her nipples stood erect like nuts, and her moans grew louder.
Hearing him utter the word “slut,” Edna’s soul was violently shaken. It was an undeniable fact that she had seduced her own boy, her only son, just to satisfy her own terrible desires. It was she who offered to take care of this little boy, it was she who shamelessly sucked the penis of this boy who had not a single pubic hair. However, the feeling of taking her son's virginity was simply too wonderful. Now, she would use her sinful body to make her son a real man.
Although she felt she was unworthy to be his mother, he still insisted on inserting his hard penis into his mother's wet cavity, spreading his hot seed into her womb. Thinking of this, her nerves suddenly tensed up with fear.
"Hey, darling, you must promise me that you absolutely cannot ejaculate inside me. You must pull out from Mommy's wet and sweet little hole before ejaculating. If this happens to be when Mommy is pregnant, then you will have a little baby in Mommy's belly! I only want you to be my little baby, do you understand?"
"I'm willing to do anything for you, Mommy!"
Kelly shouted in agreement. His penis continued to thrust in and out without stopping, making piston-like movements in her comfortable and sweet vagina.
Her thick pubic hair was tangled beneath them, and her full thighs tightly gripped his violently pounding penis. Thrust, repeated thrusting. He had long realized that this widow's fertile body craved his seed. A strange quality in his nature was his ability to easily discern which woman was pregnant, and equally easily to discard any mother he had impregnated.
Now, he wanted only her, and only her, until he planted a seed of conception in her womb.
One of his enduring regrets was that he had never found a true mother to accompany him as he grew up.
Since being seduced by his first woman as a son, he had seduce many new mothers. From then on, he had sown the seeds of evil and incest throughout the American continent, causing children harboring wicked thoughts of seducing mothers to grow into adults who would seduce and rape their own mothers.
“Son, your penis feels so good!”
With each powerful and rapid thrust from her son, Edna felt her wet vagina overflowing with pleasure. “Your wonderful penis is such a delightful surprise, darling. You can do anything to me, I’ll do anything! I’m going to be your slut!”
A perpetual rage born of regret tormented the boy’s soul. He began to thrust wildly, violently ravaging his fake mother’s wet vagina with his hard penis like a pile driver! He secretly thought that she might be his last slutty woman, perhaps he could find other women, find someone who loved him more, someone more infatuated with his seductive words and the penis that raped his mother. Perhaps he would find another woman who would give him the opportunity to grow into a real man, whose children would be their children, but he wasn’t going to be a hunting ground for his descendants to fight for the future!
Hearing his mother’s moans and gasps, the boy thrust his penis, filled with rage, into the body of this newly met woman, who, though not his biological mother, called herself his mother. The pressure of impending ejaculation weighed heavily on the boy; he was about to shoot his seed into this beautiful vessel of flesh, this cunt, this engine of life!
Somewhere in the world, things might be very different. Perhaps a woman would show him a particularly genuine maternal love, a love more sincere than the fake mothers he had received before meeting Edna? There must be someone in this world who could break his curse! Somewhere in this world, there must be a mother he should have had from the very beginning of his life!
Kelly's testicles spasmed, and copious amounts of semen gushed out! He thrust his penis, using his life to create new life! With all his might, he injected his semen deep into Edna Rose's thirsty vagina!
"Alright, son, shoot all the seeds you can bear into your shameless, slutty mother's body! Let me be your whore, your slave to lust! I love you!"
Edna screamed, the warm semen filling her body, taking her into a kingdom of extreme pleasure she had never experienced before. Her vagina trembled, dripping with her son's semen, and she felt as if it were about to explode in ecstasy!
"I want to bear you an incestuous child, my dear son! Fill me with your semen! Let my belly grow as big as a ten-month pregnancy!"
Mother and son, reunited in orgasm, separated in self-loathing, together shouting and flying towards the paradise of desire.
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ The next morning, Edna was awakened by the doorbell. She got up and glanced towards the bed, seeing Kelly sleeping soundly with his alluring naked body, and her body trembled again in the joy she had just experienced. She patted her flat stomach hopefully, still clearly feeling Kelly's youthful, vibrant semen flowing inside her vagina.
This ecstatic mother quietly got out of bed, put on her long robe, and calmly walked to the door. The doorbell had rung six times, each time more urgent than the last. Edna sighed with joy and gently opened the door.
“Edna, I have to talk to you about your daughter.”
Lorraine stood in the doorway, seemingly having not slept all night. “She’s been crying all morning, saying you don’t want her anymore. The note you gave me said, ‘Let her stay with you,’ and I think you meant for her to stay with me last night.”
Perhaps it really was time to move, Edna thought; these neighbors were really strange. So, she politely replied to her bewildered neighbor, “I’m sorry, Lorraine, but I don’t have a daughter, you know. I only have a little boy named Kelly.”

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