bestial child abusing his mother

"How about I let you defile your mother?"

Rokuro almost doubted his ears when his father, Yozo, said this while smoking his pipe. "What did you say, Father?"

"I want you to defile your mother, right in front of me." Rocking in his rocking chair, the famous literary critic spoke to his young son in a very calm tone.

Rokuro listened, stunned, staring at his father's face, unable to utter a word. (Defile his mother.)

Rokuro's mother, Kayo, was a very beautiful woman, and her husband demanded that their son defile her.

The firewood in the fireplace crackled and popped. Outside, the cold wind howled, shaking the bare trees.

Yozo, who had once been an associate professor of English literature at a top university, had injured his spine in a car accident three years ago, completely losing the freedom of his lower body and confining him to a wheelchair. So he abandoned his associate professorship and came to this villa to live in seclusion.

However, he came from a wealthy family, and occasionally earned money from publishing literary reviews, still able to live a free and comfortable life. At the prime of his forty-five, he was an incompetent young man, yet he had a virtuous wife to care for him, and lived a comfortable life in this spacious villa.

Rokuro, the only son, was pampered by his parents since childhood.

His mother, Kayo, now just over thirty-six, was mature and beautiful. She had a well-proportioned body, with full breasts and hips forming a very sexy curve, completely captivating her son, an art student.

He had not only spied on his beautiful mother when she bathed or changed clothes, but also masturbated with the stolen underwear. Now, he was being asked to defile his long-desired mother. Hearing his father's request, Rokuro was genuinely surprised.

"Why is this?" he asked haltingly, taking a sip of the amber liquid from his glass. The burning sensation slightly sobered him up.

The fire in the fireplace turned his father's face red, and for a fleeting moment, a devilish smile appeared on his face, which was sagging from overeating and lack of exercise.

"No wonder you're surprised, because you know I deeply love your mother." "But now," Yozo patted his waist and said, "the aftereffects of the car accident have left me impotent for the past three years. Fortunately, the numbness in my legs is slowly recovering, and I can walk slowly with a cane. The doctor said that I only have a 50% chance of regaining my libido, and I really want to regain my male function for your mother's sake." "

But why do you want me to rape my mother?" "

Listen to me, according to the examination, the injured central nervous system has recovered. But the long-term numbness prevents the function from working normally, so it needs a strong psychological impact. It's like using strong pressure to clear the blockage in a clogged water pipe. For me, a strong sexual impact is..."

Rokuro was shocked again. So the father wanted his son to rape his wife in front of him, wanting to regain his libido through strong stimulation.

"But why me?"

"How can you ask a stranger for this? From my observation, you seem to have an unusual fetish for women. My stimulation therapy requires that kind of stimulation." "

Rokuro almost jumped up upon hearing this, his somewhat foreign-looking face, considered a player, flushing red and then turning pale.

'Father, how did you know?'

'Don't be nervous. Just this summer, I saw you playing with the maid Haruko in the woods behind the house.'

'You're lying to me, that's on a hill quite far from here, you couldn't possibly have gone there.' At this point, the young man realized he had let something slip and dared not continue.

'Hahaha, no wonder you're surprised, but you forgot I have a penchant for observing wild birds.'

After Yozo's prompting, Rokuro remembered the binoculars he kept in the corner of the balcony.

'You know now, right? That day I was observing bird nests in the woods with the binoculars when you took Haruko there, and I observed her carefully from beginning to end. I even took pictures, do you want to see them, they're very good.'

Cold sweat broke out on Rokuro's forehead. 'That place was also seen, I had no choice but to surrender.'

'Therefore, I think you are the most suitable person to carry out my plan.'" "You not only rape Kayo's body, but you also inflict all sorts of humiliation on me to stimulate me. I've always been someone who has no interest in ordinary sex between men and women." The obese middle-aged man let out a devilish laugh.

"Cheers! To our wonderful plan!" (Such a strange thing would happen)

The wine he drank at dinner lost its effect, and Rokuro hurriedly ran back to his room, collapsed onto the bed, and reconsidered the bizarre plan his father had proposed.

"Not just rape, but also humiliation and torture."

The shock of seeing this unbelievable side of his father, whom he had always thought of as a respectable scholar, still lingered in his mind. Coupled with his sadistic lust being exposed, Rokuro soothed his erection while thinking of his mother, Kayo's, snow-white body.

The next day was a clear and warm day. It had snowed two or three times at the beginning of the year, but the south-facing areas had completely melted.

Yozo set up his binoculars on the balcony and observed the woods. He wasn't observing the ecology of wild birds, but rather Kayo's silhouette as she walked along the path through the woods towards the hill. She carried a basket. Her husband had asked her to take lunch to Rokuro, who was painting in the clearing on the hillside.

The mature, thirty-six-year-old mother wore a black turtleneck sweater and a gray skirt, her long legs clad in knee-high boots. Walking on the path strewn with fallen leaves, her full figure displayed beautiful curves.

(Perhaps I'm jealous of her health.)

The man, who had long been confined to a wheelchair, thought as he watched his wife through the binoculars. Since becoming impotent after the car accident, he had repeatedly urged his beautiful wife to divorce him, but his virtuous wife refused to abandon her husband, hoping to one day regain her function. Kayo hadn't had any extramarital affairs and stayed at the villa to take care of her husband.

Now, he was going to send this wife into a trap where his lustful son awaited.

Was he tired of her virtuous wifely demeanor? Or did he want to tear off her mask, exposing her feminine instincts to satisfy his jealousy? Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine her husband was watching her through binoculars. Fighting against her own wicked thoughts, Kayo slowly walked up the hill.

"I brought you a bento," Kayo said, coming up behind her son as he wielded his paintbrush at the easel.

"Thank you, take a rest!" After walking up the hillside, Kayo was a little out of breath, beads of sweat on her forehead.

"The view here is beautiful; the mountains look especially beautiful today." Kayo sat down next to Rokuro, admiring the distant scenery. Black rooftops could be seen among the withered trees—their villa.

"It's windless and warm today, perfect weather for painting," Kayo said, looking around before frowning at the large tree beside her.

"Rokuro, why is there a rope hanging from that tree branch?" A rope, with a loop at the end, hung from a thick, horizontally extending branch, swinging about a meter high, like a hanging rope.

"Oh, that thing? Because I'm desperate about my talent, I want to hang myself with it." "

Don't joke around, did you hang yourself there?" Only then did Rokuro turn to look at his beautiful mother. Kayo, of course, didn't notice the nervous expression on his face.

"Well then, I'll tell you the truth. It's used to hang Mom."

"What?" As Kayo turned back, Rokuro had already grabbed her wrists.

"Ah!" Kayo cried out, but it was too late. The loop of the rope was already around her hands.

"What are you doing?" Rokuro rushed to the other end of the rope and pulled down with all his might.

"Ah!" Kayo cried out in agony as her hands were suddenly pulled above her head.

"It hurts!" A sharp pain shot through her shoulders. Kayo's body was now suspended in mid-air. Rokuro quickly secured the rope to a tree root.

"Rokuro! Stop playing this prank!" Kayo's beautiful face had turned pale as she struggled futilely, like someone caught in a trap.

Watching her body writhe like a fish on a hook, Rokuro felt a burning desire surge through his own body. The body he had admired since his youth, the body he had fantasized about defiling countless times, was now right before him, and he was completely powerless to protect himself.

Rokuro suddenly remembered to look towards the villa about a hundred meters away and saw something glowing on the balcony. It must be his father's homemade telescope, used to observe this direction according to their agreement that morning. The thought of his father watching fueled Rokuro's sadistic blood.

Now, even if his wealthy and powerful father wanted to stop this plan, Rokuro, unable to act freely, was completely powerless. He could only sit there and watch his beloved wife be humiliated by his own son. Was the father even more excited now?

Rokuro stood beside Kayo's suspended body. Her beautiful, stiffened form trembled with panic and fear. "Rokuro, what are you trying to do?"

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