Mother's magnificent breasts

I opened my eyes and found myself once again in that unknown prison of heaven and earth, surrounded by emptiness, a stark white void that chilled me to the bone. Outside the surrounding cells, piercing screams echoed. Black, malevolent energy of various forms was being drained of its energy by a bright crack. The black energy twisted and contorted, trying to cling to the cell, as if attempting to break in. Terrified, I took several steps back, finding no foothold. The twisted energy, drained of its energy by the crack, gradually dissipated, merging with the surrounding whiteness.

"We are not reconciled! We are not reconciled! Boy, you ruined our plans! We want you dead! We… ah… we will meet again, and that time will be your death…"

A faint, eerie voice drifted around me, gradually fading away. I stared blankly at everything. Was this not over yet?

"Xiaoyao, where are you? Mom can't believe you're dead! What will you do without me?"

I heard the voice, stood up, and looked through the iron bars. It was my familiar home. A beautiful young woman sat on the bed, emaciated, tears streaming down her face.

"Mom, I'm here! I'm here!"

I reached my hand out of the iron bars, calling out to my mother. She was crying and seemed to hear my voice.

"Xiaoyao...where are you? I heard you! Where are you?"

My mother stood up in surprise and ran around the house frantically.

"I'm here, Mom, I'm here!"

I cried excitedly, tears streaming down my face, but my mother couldn't find me. In desperation, I shook the iron bars, but I still couldn't get out.

With each shake, the cell wobbled and collapsed in an instant. I felt no ground beneath my feet, as if I had stepped into thin air and was falling...

falling, falling endlessly, as if I had entered an inescapable hell, a space I could never reach, where time seemed to freeze... The wind, like a knife, sliced across my face, hurting so much, hurting so much, a pain I had never felt since I was born, a feeling of emptiness and loss for the first time...

Suddenly, the wind, like a sharp sword, tore open the fragrant, pretty widow in my arms. Perhaps it was a temporary fall from a great height, but her exposed, snow-white chest revealed two crystal-clear, jade-like breasts, full, round, and proud, like buds about to bloom, so vibrant...

"Mom..."

I suddenly remembered my mother's breasts, even more magnificent and upright than those breasts, the breasts that nurtured my life, the breasts that gave me my teenage years, breasts I could knead, play with, change shape in my hands, smooth and soft, indescribably wonderful.

Oh, damn it, I'm going to die again as soon as I get back! What did I do to deserve this?! I'm about to die, unable to taste my mother's sweet breasts, unable to see her gentle and loving face. My heart aches. Let me taste this delicious treat before me, so that in my dying moments I can remember my mother, cherish the feeling of being in her arms.

With all my strength, I held the beautiful widow tightly in my limp arms, struggling to lower my head, open my mouth, and take one of her breasts into my mouth.

Ah! So fragrant, it tastes like my mother. Holding the girl's full, fragrant buttocks, I could feel her softness and delicacy through her stiff jeans. I closed my eyes tightly…

Suddenly, a soft sensation flowed into my heart. With a "plop," my back was struck by a soft, wet, yet powerful impact, splashing water everywhere. This feeling suffocated me, rendering me unconscious. I held the pretty widow tightly in my arms and entered endless darkness…

"Ding ding… dong dong…" "Splash, splash…"

I don't know how much time passed, it felt like an eternity—ten thousand years, a thousand years, I don't know. I was unconscious for a long time. There was a struggle to break free, a desire to wake up immediately, but I didn't know if I was still alive.

"Xiaoyao…"

My beloved mother emerged from the hazy, colorful, dreamlike smoke. Why was she wearing a sexy bikini? With cat-like steps and a swaying, snow-white buttocks, her eyes were alluring and filled with lust. Her petite, fiery figure exuded the seductive charm of a mature woman. A colorful blush spread across her delicate face, and she breathed heavily as she parted her sexy, red lips. Her jade-like hand touched her large, snow-white breasts, which barely covered half of them.

She struck a seductive pose, giving me a flirtatious look, and writhed her mature, voluptuous body like a snake. "Ah... my son, the son born from my hairless, plump white tiger, you are destined to be my lover for life. I want you, I miss you so much. Come quickly, enjoy yourself. I feel so uncomfortable. My body belongs to you alone, and you can play with it as you please. Insert your big thing into the place where you were born, ah... my son."

Suddenly, the mother squatted down like a dancer, then knelt down, sticking her plump, snow-white buttocks back, licking her bright red tongue. Her pretty face was flushed, and she extended one hand, leaning forward to reveal a deep cleavage.

"Mom..."

I felt a surge of heat throughout my body. How could this be? Mom is usually so reserved, how could she be seducing her own son? Was I dreaming again? No, my consciousness was hazy. I reached out, cupped Mom's stunningly beautiful face, hugged her head, and kissed her red, sexy lips fiercely.

"Mmm...mmm...good, good son, kiss Mom, Mom wants to devour you, you little lecher."

With her sweet lips sealed, Mom took the opportunity to utter lewd words between our kisses.

"Mom, I missed you so much, you've finally come to your senses, my good Mom."

I hugged Mom's body, my tongue swirling in her saliva-drenched mouth, my tongue striking her pearly teeth.

"Mmm, uh..." Mom's flushed face flashed with a lewd gleam. She impatiently unbuckled my belt, her jade hand reaching out from my crotch to pull out my already erect penis, responding to my passionate kisses while gently stroking it.

Suddenly, Mom's desire reached its limit. With a soft "Ah," she tilted her head back, grabbed my penis, and looked at me breathlessly. Her gaze was tender yet wanton, seemingly capable of melting me. After a few strokes, she trembled and said, "Son, come on, Mom can't take it anymore. You want Mom, haven't you always wanted Mom? Hurry."

Mom gracefully turned around, kneeling on the ground, and grabbed my penis. Her eyes were burning with desire. With her other hand, she brushed aside the fabric of her black bikini that only covered her full vulva, revealing her white, plump mound of flesh. Her tender, red slit was already dripping wet. She grabbed my penis and used my erect, purplish-red glans to part her alluring vulva.

"Ah!" We both tilted our heads back in pleasure at the same time. The forbidden pleasure, and the first time I could touch my mother's mysterious, forbidden vulva with my large penis, sent a jolt of electric pleasure through my body.

"Ah, Mom, it feels so good! I can finally touch your most mysterious place! You've finally come to your senses, Mom, my dear Mom, so soft, so warm."

I was panting heavily. I grabbed Mom's big buttocks, and she turned around, still clutching my penis, showing a mixture of panic and joy.

"Ah, son..."

Before she could finish speaking, I took advantage of the moment Mom looked back and my buttocks thrust back, and with unstoppable force, I plunged into Mom's warm vagina like a thunderbolt...

"Ah...it hurts, my big cock hurts so much."

A piercing pain woke me from my unconsciousness, and I felt that although my lower body was erect, it felt like it was about to break in half.

When I opened my eyes, oh my god, when did my big dick come out of my pants? My hands were still holding the pretty widow who was naked from the waist up. The pretty widow was facing away from me, curled up, lying on her side with her plump little buttocks sticking out. At this moment, my dick was actually pressing between her wet legs through her jeans, and a small part of the jeans and the jeans were inserted into the small flesh hole between her buttocks.

The pretty widow was dazed, perhaps feeling the pain. She twisted her little bottom, let out a soft "hmm," and then had no strength left to move.

I quickly pulled out my penis, sat up, and gently stroked my penis, which was red from being rubbed against my jeans. It hurt so much that I grimaced, as if my penis was on fire. I leaned forward and blew on it, the burning pain making my legs cramp.

I had never suffered like this before, and forgetting the bravery I had shown when I saved the pretty widow, I was now furious. I raised my hand and slapped the pretty widow's upturned bottom with a "smack."

"You little wench, that hurts!"

I glared at Qiu Xiang's pert buttocks with hatred. Lust was gone, only pain remained.

The pretty widow winced in pain, twisting her round, pert bottom as she murmured, "No..."

I snorted, my anger gradually subsiding. Looking at the widow's pitiful, curled-up figure, her white upper body bare, lying on her side with her bottom sticking up, I couldn't help but feel less hatred. I found her adorable, the position alluring. My hand reached out and gently stroked her bottom, occasionally kneading it—so fleshy!

Unexpectedly, Qiu Xiang's tempting, sinful posture, and the youthful, tender touch on my hand, transformed my pain into lust. My heart pounded. Taking advantage of this moment of heightened desire, right here, in this secluded place, in this alluring position, I would pull down her pants from behind, insert my penis into her vagina, ravage it, rape her—how thrilling!

What is this called? I vaguely remember Fu Gen mentioning it before the fall—it's called date rape.

Ah! Date rape! How many men dream of captivating the stunningly beautiful woman they fantasize about, then ravaging her while she's unconscious?

I stroked my engorged penis a few times, chuckling to myself, and while caressing Qiu Xiang's buttocks, I said to my throbbing member, "Brother, we're in for a treat today. This beautiful widow is sure to drive her wild with pleasure."

My penis even twitched subconsciously, as if nodding, as if saying, "Alright, I want to taste this untouched widow too." The

more excited I became, the more I groped the full mound of flesh beneath her buttocks. My large penis plunged between Qiu Xiang's tightly closed legs, thrusting a few times as a warm-up.

Just as I was about to undo her belt, I thought gleefully, "I'm going to get her. I've never really had sex with a woman before. This is it!"

"Xiaoyao, Xiang'er is yours, always will be. Xiang'er wants to give herself to you. Only you can touch Xiang'er's body, Xiaoyao..."

Qiu Xiang murmured incoherently, wiggling her little bottom and instinctively pulling my hand that was on her bottom.

A warm current surged through me. Qiu Xiang's hand was so soft. She really loved me. How could I treat her like this? It would be better for me to have her openly and honestly.

Thinking this, my erect penis, because of Qiu Xiang's lover-like whispers, slowly shrank and contracted, throbbing as it contracted, as if blaming me: "It's all your fault. You had such a delicious treat in your mouth, but you didn't know how to enjoy it. Useless boss, I hate you."

I chuckled and spoke to my penis like a madman: "Brother, you'll have your fun later. Don't be so discouraged."

My penis finally shrank into a small worm, still shaking its head defiantly between my legs.

I rubbed my head; it was throbbing and so stuffy. Then I remembered that my impulsive act of drugging and raping this pretty widow was because I missed my mother so much. Ah, if only my mother could see that other mother in my hazy state, how wonderful that would be.

In the throes of lust, I felt nothing, as if I had never died, my IQ plummeting to below zero. Suddenly, I staggered to my feet, and tears of surprise and joy streamed down my face.

I was alive! Was I dreaming?! I'd died twice and

survived! A near-death experience must mean good fortune. I'm alive! Haha, I'm alive! I finally shouted, looking around. It wasn't a dream. Qiu Xiang and I were lying beside a deep, clear, green lake. The water rippled gently, and colorful dragonflies skimmed the surface, dipping briefly before joyfully taking flight again.

We must have fallen into this lake to survive. Thank goodness!

The surrounding green grass stretched out like endless green carpets, while colorful shrubs didn't grow on the ground but on the cliffs. Some bore bright red apples, others large, golden pears.

Crows chirped merrily, and golden fish occasionally leaped from the water, giving us a playful glance before diving back down.

I looked up; above, mist swirled, like a fairyland, while below was another world entirely, sunlight filtering through the clouds, shimmering with vibrant colors.

Where was we? We'd fallen so high and survived. A narrow escape from death must mean good fortune.

I pulled up my pants, my joy outweighing any dark desires. I sat down and pulled up the limp Qiu Xiang; she was clearly weak from the fall. The impact of the air currents and the lake water—we'd been submerged for who knows how long, and I had no idea how we got up.

Feeling tense all over, I looked down.

Damn!

My body hasn't changed since I got back. My old clothes no longer fit my figure. My bare arms are a healthy bronze, veins bulging, muscles well-developed, and my chest muscles are filling out my clothes. People who don't know me might think I've become a woman. This doesn't suit my age. Sixteen years old and already this strong, how will my mother recognize me when I go back?

However, I secretly rejoiced. With a body like this, wouldn't I be invincible when it comes to women? Powerful arms, firm abs, naturally possessing that dragon that women are obsessed with—in every aspect, I'm a real macho man. No matter how strong a woman is, can she compete with me?

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I had such an experimental subject right in front of me. Let's see if I can still make women feel like they're in heaven after I get back. But after I got back, it seems my temperament has changed too. Qiu Xiang is so affectionate and kind; how can I hurt her like this?

When it comes to women, you can only have sex when they are willing. Forcing them to have sex is a sign of an impotent man's impotence.

Of course I didn't want to be an incompetent man, so I lovingly stroked Qiu Xiang's delicate face, closed my eyes, looking very peaceful, and smiled.

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