Chapter 2: Drugging and Raping Mother, Filling Her Uterus with Semen (Revised)

I was not satisfied with such trivial matters. The thought of fucking my mother was like a scorching flame burning in my heart, almost threatening to devour me.

The opportunity came that day. The night was deep, and the faint chirping of insects could be heard outside the window. My father and Uncle Lin had gone out fishing and had not returned yet. At this moment, only she and I were at home.

For tonight, I specially bought sleeping pills, carefully ground them into a fine powder, and mixed them into warm milk.

To mask the bitterness of the medicine, I added a generous amount of condensed milk, hoping its rich sweetness would completely cover up any unpleasant odor.

Mom had just come out of the bathroom, her body still steaming with the moisture from her shower.

Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands of wet hair clinging to the side of her smooth neck.

She wore a loose silk bathrobe, the soft pink color making her look even more charming.

I held the carefully prepared glass of milk, my hands trembling slightly, and handed it to her.

She took the milk, a gentle smile spreading across her lips. Fine lines creased the corners of her eyes, the marks of time, not signs of aging.

”My good son, why are you being so good today? You even brought milk to your mother!” she praised softly. Her voice, like a feather brushing against my eardrums, made my heart tighten and my desire intensify.

I watched her drink the milk in one gulp, her Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. The liquid, carrying my wicked intentions, slid down her fair neck and into her body.

Not long after, her eyelids began to droop, and a faint look of fatigue appeared in her eyes.

She yawned, her voice soft and sleepy, and said to me, “Oh dear, I’m so tired today, my head is a little dizzy, Mom wants to rest early.” She swayed slightly, her steps unsteady, and then turned and walked towards the bedroom.

I pretended to be concerned and watched her enter the room, but in my mind I was calculating when the drug would take effect.

I waited for a long twenty minutes, each second feeling like it was stretched out indefinitely.

My heart was pounding like a drum, my blood was surging through my veins, and my body was filled with restless desires.

When I felt the time was right, I quietly pushed open her bedroom door.

The room was dimly lit, with only the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains and casting dappled shadows on her sleeping face.

I walked to the bedside and carefully examined her figure.

She was indeed fast asleep, still wearing only that silk bathrobe.

Her long, jet-black hair, as black as a waterfall, was spread out messily and alluringly on the snow-white pillow, like ink-black silk.

Her hands were bent and gently rested on her flat stomach, while her alluring breasts rose and fell softly with her even and slow breathing, every ripple stirring my heartstrings.

Her smooth, soft neck stretched gracefully, and her small, angular red lips were slightly parted, without any guard, as if silently inviting a kiss.

He looked exactly like a ripe fruit waiting to be tasted.

I suspect the drug took effect so quickly that she fell into a deep sleep before she even had time to take off her bathrobe.

I gently reached out and tentatively nudged her shoulder.

Her body remained completely still, showing no reaction whatsoever.

I was overjoyed, confirming that the drug had completely taken control of her consciousness.

I reached out and turned on the bedside lamp. The warm yellow light instantly filled the entire room, clearly revealing everything about her to me.

With trembling hands, I carefully untied the ribbon of her bathrobe.

The silk fabric flowed gently onto the bed like water, and in an instant, a captivating and alluring body that stirred my soul was revealed before my eyes.

My breathing suddenly became heavy, and my eyes were filled with an uncontrollable desire.

Her skin was like the finest cream, fair and delicate, with a healthy glow.

Her breasts were full and firm, just the right size, and could be easily held in one hand. The areolas were not large, but had an alluring dark red color. The two bright red nipples, like jewels, stood slightly erect, as if silently teasing my gaze.

Down below, her abdomen was flat and beautiful, with smooth lines, like an uncarved piece of Hetian jade, with a delicate and mysterious navel in the center.

Her slender, supple waist, as delicate as a willow branch, accentuates the fullness and roundness of her hips, creating a captivating allure of a mature woman.

Her long, slender legs were slightly parted, and beneath the sparse, mature-looking hair, her vulva was faintly visible. Her fair and rosy skin was flawless, like a masterpiece of art.

Her smooth and delicate abdomen, her round and slender thighs, her full and alluring buttocks, her curvaceous figure, and that mysterious triangle area, like a secluded valley in the deep mountains, made me unable to stop my imagination from running wild.

What a beautiful and vibrant portrait of a woman!

She is clearly a woman in her thirties, yet she is still so well-maintained, showing no signs of aging whatsoever.

The beautiful scenery before me had already made my blood boil, and my penis was standing straight up, as if it wanted to break free of its restraints.

My skin felt like it was being scorched by fire, and lust was coursing through my veins. I wanted nothing more than to pounce on her, take her right there, and fuck her hard.

However, such an opportunity is so rare that I cannot let it pass so hastily.

I suppressed the burning desire within me and began to remove my clothes, piece by piece, until I was completely naked.

Then, I carefully adjusted her position so that she could lie flat on her back with her body stretched out.

I knelt between her legs, letting my gaze roam freely over every inch of her skin, greedily admiring her naked body.

Under the warm yellow light, her body was curvaceous, and every curve was as exquisite and translucent as crystal.

Her rosy, delicate face appeared even more alluring in her sleep; her small, slightly upturned lips were slightly parted, exuding an enticing fragrance; her full, snow-white skin gleamed alluringly under the light; her two plump, full breasts trembled gently with her breath, and the tender, rosy nipples at their tips resembled two tempting strawberries.

Further down, her plump, white, and round buttocks were smooth and delicate, large and round, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.

Long, slender, and powerful legs with smooth lines; every inch of skin is alluring.

What captivated me most was her slightly raised mons pubis, covered with thick, dark pubic hair, like a deep, dense forest, half-concealing her mysterious jade gate, yet appearing incredibly alluring, exuding a primal and forbidden attraction.

My desire reached its peak at that moment, and I felt like my genitals were about to explode.

My penis stood erect in the darkness, like a wild beast long imprisoned, yearning to break free of its cage and conquer the forbidden territory that was so close at hand.

I couldn’t suppress my inner impulse. I leaned down and stared intently at those two red and full lips, which were slightly parted and exuded an alluring moisture.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her soft lower lip with utmost flirtation. A scent that was a mixture of sweet condensed milk and her unique body fragrance instantly filled my mouth, so sweet it made my heart flutter.

My taste buds told me that this flavor was absolutely exquisite, more tempting than any delicacy in the world.

I pressed my tongue against her lips, gently but firmly prying open her teeth. Her lips were slowly stretched open by my warm, wet tongue, revealing the equally soft tip of her tongue.

I couldn’t wait to stick my tongue deep into her warm mouth, entwine it with her tongue which smelled of milk, and suck on it vigorously.

In her sleep, she made a soft murmur from deep in her throat, and the saliva in her mouth mixed with the lingering sweetness, quietly slipped into my throat along our intertwined tongues.

Ah, this soft and sweet taste, there is probably nothing in the world that can compare to it, I just want to devour her tongue whole.

I generously poured my saliva into her mouth, allowing her to taste the heat and desire of my body even in her dazed state.

My gaze slid down her graceful curves and lingered on her two high and firm breasts.

Even when lying flat, they remain full and upright like inverted bowls, standing proudly.

The two pale pink buds, no bigger than red beans, shimmered with an alluring luster under the light.

Around the breast, there is a ring of areolas the size of grapes, which are a light pink color and are almost hard to notice without close inspection. But once you find them, they are as tempting as discovering a treasure.

Her slender waist was so delicate that it seemed as if it would break with the slightest touch. Further down was her exquisite navel, nestled deep in the center of her flat abdomen, like a mysterious vortex that lured my fingers to explore deeper.

This alluring sight set my lust ablaze, nearly snapping my reason.

I couldn’t help but reach out my hands, roughly yet with boundless fascination, and suddenly grabbed those two firm, full breasts, playing with them wantonly.

Where my fingertips touched, it was smooth, warm, and incredibly elastic, as if I could feel the pulse of life within her.

I couldn’t help but secretly admire her; my mother is truly a stunning beauty!

Unconsciously, he increased the pressure in his hands, kneading vigorously with his fingertips and pressing gently with his knuckles. Each touch seemed to extract the deepest sweetness from her body.

A series of “slurping” sounds filled the quiet room. I greedily buried my face between her soft breasts, rubbing against them incessantly, inhaling deeply the unique fragrance of her body scent mingled with her faint milky aroma.

My right hand went to extremes of lewdness, kneading her breasts in every way imaginable: pinching, squeezing, rubbing, kneading, twisting, squeezing. Every movement was driven by my frenzied desire, trying to completely crush her and take her into my body.

My lips and tongue slid from her breasts to her lower abdomen, all the way down to that mysterious navel.

I gently circled the tip of my tongue around my navel, feeling the warmth of the indentation.

Further down, there was a thick, dark, and long patch of pubic hair, like a black forest, completely surrounding the alluring and suggestive sexy vulva, leaving no room for anything else.

Deep in the dense forest, a moist crevice was faintly visible, with two bright red labia, as full and alluring as her cherry lips, seemingly inviting my exploration.

I gently stroked the lush pubic hair, my fingertips slowly moving downwards to the hot, fleshy flower between my thighs.

I gently stroked the concave crevice with my fingertips, rubbing it up and down, feeling the layers of folds.

Her “private garden” seemed to gradually become damp under my gentle teasing, and a unique, sweet and pungent smell began to spread, stimulating my sense of smell.

My fingers continued upwards along the folds of flesh until they touched the top, where there was a protrusion the size of a red bean—that was her delicate clitoris.

I gently touched it with my fingertips, and with just this slight movement, her whole body seemed to tremble slightly, and her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, as if she were experiencing some indescribable stimulation in her sleep.

The sight was so beautiful it was almost maddening, and I couldn’t help but lean down again and kiss her lips deeply.

When I withdrew my fingers from her private parts, there was a little clear liquid on my fingertips—a woman’s alluring bodily fluid.

I brought my fingertips, still wet with liquid, to my lips and gently tasted them.

The taste, with a hint of saltiness, a touch of sweetness, and a unique, indescribable fragrance, gave me an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and excitement.

I couldn’t resist dipping my fingers deep into her “private garden” to explore and make sure I absorbed enough of its fragrance.

Then, with a wicked pleasure, I put my finger, which was covered in her vaginal fluid, into her slightly open mouth as she was unconscious, so that she could also taste her own “flavor”.

After tasting the “nectar” on her fingertips, I pinched her soft, warm tongue between two fingers, teasing and playing with it, enjoying its slippery texture between my fingers.

While I was enjoying the moment, my lips and tongue moved to the tip of her delicate nose and gently bit it, as if I wanted to devour her.

At this moment, my heart is filled with immense satisfaction and joy. I’m having so much fun, and this feeling of being in control is irresistible.

I carefully, yet forcefully, spread her legs apart, completely exposing her vulva and anus to my view.

At a distance of only five centimeters, I could almost feel the scorching heat rushing towards me.

I leaned closer to take a closer look, and my mouth watered uncontrollably.

My hands gently but firmly pried open her pink little hole.

Before my eyes, the two labia majora and minora are clearly visible: the larger one is flesh-colored, full and elastic, while the smaller one is an alluring pink, half-open, like two guardian deities, faithfully protecting that delicate and mysterious secret cave.

Her soft, pink muscles were now glistening with her own secretions, which shimmered faintly.

The soft, light pubic hair, irregularly clinging to the area around the vulva, added to its primal allure.

My gaze continued downwards, and the alluring chrysanthemum bud came into view, surrounded by a few short tufts of anal hair, like guards, encircling that sea cucumber-like anus.

Under my gaze, the bright red, slightly brownish anus seemed to have a life of its own, as if it were slowly contracting and releasing, every tiny movement stimulating my nerves.

This scene was incredibly alluring to me, it made me so aroused that I almost ejaculated on the spot.

My penis was already throbbing with rage, so hot it felt like it was about to burn through my pants, but the wicked desire to play with me still raged on.

With undeniable force, I pried open her tightly closed labia, greedily gazing at the tender red vulva that slowly opened under my violence, the deep vaginal opening clearly visible before my eyes.

Her vulva was unusually fair and delicate, as well as full and elastic as her body. The swollen mound of flesh rose up softly, just like a freshly steamed bun that had been kneaded to perfection, extremely tempting.

The two white labia majora, tinged with a slightly pinkish hue, were like plump fleshy petals, tightly clamping the short but pink labia minora in the middle, like a pair of shy and timid flower petals, wanting to resist yet welcoming.

Their elastic texture and slightly wrinkled edges sealed that mysterious slit tightly and meticulously.

What fascinates me even more is that the labia majora are completely hairless and smooth as jade. The mons pubis in front is also as white and flawless as the labia majora, with only fine and tender pubic hair, like carefully trimmed velvet, delicately distributed on the mons pubis, making the entire vulva even more delicate and alluring, like a white lotus bud about to bloom.

As I admired the delicate, bud-like flower of flesh between my legs, my desire burned like wildfire.

I couldn’t wait to press my lips against her pink labia and kiss her passionately.

I held her trembling labia and sucked on them with gusto, as if I wanted to melt them in my mouth.

Then, I slowly parted the intertwined labia minora with the tip of my tongue, went deep inside, and began to lick greedily.

My tongue, carrying all my desire, gently and firmly licked down from the edges of those two beautiful petals, all the way to her clitoris.

I repeatedly nibbled at her labia minora, forcefully sucking the fluids flowing from the depths of her fertile vulva.

The taste was salty with a hint of sourness, and somewhat like the unique flavor of beer. Although it was strange, it was also exceptionally delicious, making me unable to stop drinking it.

I opened her labia wider again so that I could appreciate this stunning beauty more clearly.

I gently inserted my pinky finger into her, teasing her clitoris and feeling its subtle throbbing under my fingertip.

Such a fine piece of goods, I must have my way with her and make her succumb to my desires.

Gradually, I inserted my little finger into the depths of her vagina, section by section. My fingertip touched the inner wall, feeling the layers of folds and the warmth emanating from deep within.

I gently moved in and out, each thrust bringing a sense of exploration and pleasure.

As my fingertips stimulated her vagina, the temperature gradually rose, and the wetness became more and more obvious.

While unconscious, her body reacted instinctively, and some clear and crystalline love fluid slowly flowed from deep within her vagina, wetting my fingers.

Ah, what an honest body! Even when consciousness is dormant, desires remain active.

I felt the animalistic instincts within me fully awakened. One hand, not content with the status quo, reached up and kneaded her firm yet tender breasts, feeling the nipples gradually harden in my palm.

The middle finger of his other hand was even bolder, slowly and mercilessly inserting itself into her paradise.

The layers of warm, moist, and tight flesh deep inside the secret cave seemed to have a life of their own, tightly wrapping around my fingers. An indescribable feeling of comfort and beauty instantly spread from my fingertips throughout my body, making me even more excited, and my breathing became heavy.

The fingers buried deep inside the secret cave began to rhythmically and slowly thrust in and out, digging and probing. With each advance and retreat, I could clearly feel the tender flesh of the secret cave wrapping around my fingers like layers of doors and windows. This feeling of being tightly wrapped and rubbed was the best of the best, so comfortable that it made my bones feel weak.

Her tender vaginal flesh opened and closed, slowly swallowing and releasing my fingers, as if anxiously anticipating something, or perhaps actively welcoming my intrusion.

A stream of love fluid, like a clear spring, gushed out, running along my fingers, wetting her crotch, and flowing down her inner thighs. The lewd scene and the wet touch stimulated my senses, making me dizzy and mesmerized.

Her breathing became rapid and heavy due to the intense and deep stimulation, and she let out a soft moan from her nose.

I parted her thin labia again, gently but playfully pulling them outwards, and then suddenly let go.

The torn labia snapped back instantly, colliding with each other with a soft “smack,” a sound that stood out clearly in the silence, carrying a hint of lewd provocation.

It feels so fun, like playing with the most exquisite toy.

I gently pulled apart one of her labia, and waves of her unique “virgin flesh” fragrance wafted into my nose. Although my mother had always been a married woman, in my perception, this pure and alluring aroma was simply delicious enough to drive me mad!

I lowered my head and pressed my burning lips and tongue against her wet, glistening vulva.

My tongue carefully licked the slightly parted labia, the thick, plump, pink flesh becoming translucent with my saliva.

Each gentle touch felt like a faint electric current, penetrating her sleeping body.

Under the influence of the medicine, Mom’s body trembled violently, and she let out a suppressed moan from deep in her throat, “Mmm…” Her buttocks also unconsciously arched upwards, as if to accommodate my movements.

The sound was like an aphrodisiac spell, making me work even harder.

I probed my tongue deep into her wanton flower cave, stirring her soft, moist, tender flesh.

A tingling, trembling sensation spread through the inner walls of her vagina. Her legs began to tighten restlessly, yet then relaxed weakly, as if trying to clamp my head down, but unable to exert any force due to the drug’s effects.

The “glug glug” sound of water was particularly clear in the quiet bedroom. It was the sound of my arousal fluid being stirred up. The sweet and fishy smell filled my nostrils, making me even more intoxicated.

I could feel the inner walls of her vagina contracting, and streams of heat gushed out, completely enveloping my tongue.

The wet, warm touch told me that my mother’s wanton cunt was completely thirsty.

I greedily sucked on her clitoris, the swollen flesh becoming even more sensitive under my tongue. My mother’s body arched, and she let out short, high-pitched moans of “Ah~ Oh~”. Her whole body trembled as if she had been struck by an electric current, her thighs tensed, and her toes curled up.

Her tender vulva in my mouth was completely overflowing, with copious amounts of lustful fluid gushing out and dripping down my chin onto her plump buttocks and inner thighs, shimmering with the light of lust.

I could even taste the sweet, slightly pungent flavor with a hint of condensed milk sweetness—it was simply the most intoxicating taste in the world.

In her dream, Mom experienced a small orgasm; her body trembled slightly before collapsing limply, panting softly.

I squatted down in front of her head, leaning slightly forward, and gently but firmly supported the back of her head with my arms, turning her heavy head with my strength.

My gaze, as precise as a predator’s, was fixed on her face, and I adjusted my already erect and massive penis to a perfect position, right in front of her delicate cheek.

My penis was now throbbing with veins bulging, as if it could spew out burning desire at any moment. I continued to hold her head with one hand, while the other hand gripped my penis and began to rub it wantonly all over her beautiful face.

My hot glans rubbed against her tightly closed eyelids, and her delicate eyelashes trembled gently beneath my rough shaft, as if responding to my teasing.

It glided across her smooth face, feeling the softness and elasticity of her skin, the straightness of her nose, and her smooth, black hair.

Each friction brought a invasive pleasure, amplifying the bestial desire within me until my penis finally stopped at her cherry-like, full, and rosy lips.

My fingertips gently reached towards her tightly pursed red lips. My fingertips touched the softness and moisture of her lips. With a strong sense of possessiveness, I forcibly opened her tightly closed red lips.

Then, I reached in with my fingertips and gently pried open her neat, white little teeth, revealing a deep slit.

Without further hesitation or thinking twice, I thrust my penis in with a loud “plop” sound accompanied by the friction of flesh against flesh.

My mother’s soft little mouth immediately enveloped my penis tightly, without a single gap. The airtight sucking sensation instantly spread throughout my body, reaching the depths of my soul.

Her cheeks began to rise and fall rhythmically with the thrusting of my penis, as if she were actively swallowing and spitting out my enormous size.

A soft, moist tongue rested obediently under my glans, gently probing, while her teeth lightly rubbed the side of my penis with a subtle, almost imperceptible force. The tingling, itchy sensation made my blood boil.

I stared at her tightly closed eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly with each breath. She was fast asleep, completely unaware that she was giving her son oral sex.

Having such a beautiful married woman, my mother, perform oral sex on me—this immoral yet thrilling pleasure is something most people can’t experience. It made all the blood rush to my lower body, and my penis swelled up painfully, yet it felt incredibly pleasurable.

A thought suddenly struck me: Oh right, it seems like I don’t need to do it myself, right?

I placed my hands on her head again, and with a force that seemed to control everything, I made her head move up and down rhythmically between my legs. I closed my eyes comfortably and quietly enjoyed the ultimate oral sex service my mother was providing.

Her tongue moved unconsciously, and each stirring and licking was more primal and seductive than conscious sucking, making me unable to stop.

My gaze refocused as I watched my mother’s pink mouth move in and out of my penis, her warm, smooth tongue constantly teasing and entwining the glans of my shaft. The indescribable comfort was simply a heavenly experience.

This excited me so much that my penis trembled violently, as if it was about to ejaculate at any moment.

I reached out my free hand and eagerly grabbed her full, perky nipple, rotating it up and down, feeling the hardness and friction of her nipple under my fingertips. A tingling current shot from her nipple all the way down to my groin, intertwining with the pleasure of oral sex, creating a double stimulation.

I held her head in my hands and shook it even faster, thrusting my long penis deep into her throat, feeling the soft walls of her throat tightly enveloping my shaft. Each thrust felt like it was going to completely penetrate her.

As my penis thrust violently in and out, her saliva slowly dripped down the corners of her mouth, the glistening liquid wetting the skin of her cheeks—a truly beautiful and lewd sight.

My hands took turns kneading and pressing her soft, smooth, and elastic breasts, feeling the warmth of her skin and the elasticity inside.

With my hard work, her already full breasts grew bigger and firmer with each touch and rub, and the color of her nipples gradually changed from pink to bright red, standing up high like two ripe cherries, radiating an alluring luster.

I spread her legs as wide as possible, completely exposing her fair and slender thighs to my view. The beautiful young woman’s lower body was thus lovingly and completely separated, revealing every inch of her most private parts.

The beautiful and mysterious private area between her legs was now open, as if silently beckoning to me, making me utterly intoxicated, and desire spread throughout my body like wildfire.

My swollen penis was now standing tall, pointing straight to the sky, excited about the imminent opening of this beautiful woman’s wet land. The tip of my penis was even secreting clear love fluid, glistening with an alluring luster.

To avoid soiling the sheets, I had already prepared a dry towel, which I gently placed below her vaginal opening and carefully spread out.

After preparing everything, I lowered my head, leaned close to her slightly parted red lips, and gave her a big kiss, feeling the softness and moisture of her lips.

In her deep sleep, I saw a barely perceptible furrow between her brows. That adorable, slightly furrowed brow brought my desire to conquer and toy with her to its peak.

I gently yet aggressively pressed my glans, which had become glistening and shiny from her previous oral sex, against the edge of her labia, rubbing it back and forth.

The glans slid slowly between those delicate folds, each friction accompanied by a soft water sound, making her mons pubis even more red, swollen, moist, and alluring.

I could smell the rich, sweet scent of her lower body, mixed with the lubrication of her love juices, which made my desire erupt like a volcano, and my body screamed for complete possession of this secret garden.

The moment to have sex with her finally arrived, and the thought burned my reason like a raging fire.

I grasped her full, firm breasts with both hands, my fingertips sinking into the soft mounds of flesh, and the glands beneath her areolas sending waves of tingling pleasure through me as I kneaded them.

Taking a deep breath, I concentrated all my waist strength and slowly but firmly thrust my burning penis into the depths of her flower cave.

Despite being well-lubricated, her vagina was tighter than I had imagined, gripping my tip as tightly as a virgin’s. The intense resistance did not make me back down; instead, it aroused a more primal desire to conquer deep within me.

My waist suddenly sank, with an undeniable force, and I plunged my penis deep into her body, breaking through the initial barrier.

My enormous penis, with astonishing speed, mercilessly pierced through that narrow passage.

The hot glans rubbed against the moist, juicy flesh, and with each inch it penetrated, it could feel the tight embrace and the soft squeezing of the flesh.

Finally, it crashed heavily against a patch of incredibly warm and tender flesh—her delicate cervix. My glans sank deep inside, as if to penetrate her completely.

At that moment, I could clearly see my mother in her coma. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and she let out a short, low groan, like a young animal that had been violated.

But she didn’t wake up. Her pretty face only tensed for a few seconds before gradually relaxing and returning to calm.

This subtle reaction did not make me feel guilty; instead, it aroused an even stronger sense of pity and possessiveness deep within me.

I couldn’t help but lean forward and taste her lips, which were slightly swollen with desire, once again, feeling the lingering erotic scent between them.

I gently, with a hint of amusement, pulled my penis out of her body, leaving only the glans pressed against her wet, warm opening.

The moment I withdrew, the sticky, wet sound was clearly audible. The soft flesh inside my vagina tightly sucked on my penis as I pulled away, as if it was reluctant to let go.

Then, I thrust in deeply again. The intense pleasure from tightness to penetration sent shivers down my spine, and I let out a low growl that I couldn’t suppress.

I felt my penis reach the very end of her vagina, the entire shaft fully inserted, as if her flower cave was tailor-made for me, fitting perfectly.

You should know that my penis is 18 centimeters long, and not every woman’s vagina can fully accommodate it.

I stopped all thrusting and simply enjoyed the sensation of her hot, tight vaginal muscles squeezing from all sides. Her vaginal muscles contracted and writhed rhythmically, each contraction like a gentle mouth, constantly stimulating my penis.

It was so tight, the tight suction almost made me lose control and ejaculate.

I held my breath, pressed my tongue tightly against the roof of my mouth, concentrated all my energy, and tried my best to control the urge that was about to erupt.

Then, my penis resumed its movement, rhythmically thrusting in and out in a pattern of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.

Every shallow step is alluring, every deep step strikes straight to the heart of the matter.

Every time I reached the depths and slammed hard against her cervix, she would unconsciously let out a soft, enchanting moan in her dazed state. That sound was like the sweetest aphrodisiac, stimulating me to thrust even more wildly.

I thrust in and out of my beautiful mother’s vagina with great pleasure, each thrust reaching the very bottom of her tight, delicate vagina.

The large, round, thick, and hard glans pressed hard against her ‘flower bud,’ that is, the cervix, giving her an ultimate pleasure of complete possession.

Oh my god, my mother’s tight, tender vagina, the flesh walls that enveloped every inch of me, felt so good, it was simply the paradise that every man dreams of.

The tender flesh of her vaginal walls seemed to have layers, encircling my penis and rubbing it tightly.

Every time my penis is withdrawn and re-entered, the tender flesh of the vaginal wall automatically contracts and peristalses, and the uterine cavity tightly grips the groove of the glans, as if sucking on my glans.

Such a beautiful hole is the best of all the holes I’ve ever penetrated. It teases my nerves and extracts all my essence.

I was so excited I felt like I was floating on air, my whole body trembling with extreme pleasure.

I felt my mother’s tight, hot vagina gripping my penis tightly, and each thrust was accompanied by a strong suction that made me unable to stop.

Her plump buttocks arched and rose high under my frenzied thrusting, and the violent shaking intensified my pleasure.

I held her full, round buttocks tightly, my fingers sinking into her elastic flesh, and began to thrust and rape her with all my might.

Under my violent and brutal rape, this usually dignified and charming young woman was completely unaware and offered no resistance, allowing me to take whatever I wanted and rape her at will.

I thrust wildly into her voluptuous, naked body, my hips slamming against her buttocks, making a “slap slap” sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Her full breasts, like two lively jade rabbits, bounced violently with each thrust and withdrawal, tracing alluring arcs in the air, dazzling me and arousing my deeper lust.

I buried myself deep inside her, my lower body thrusting wildly, my penis pumping rapidly into her flower cave.

After about two hundred intense and deep thrusts, I changed the rhythm.

Each time, he would only penetrate shallowly, rubbing against the entrance of her vagina, before thrusting his hot, throbbing penis deep into her, reaching her cervix, with nine-tenths of his strength.

Her breathing grew heavier with each of my more rapid thrusts, and she let out unconscious moans from her nose, a sound tinged with an indescribable mix of pain and desire.

Even in her dazed state, her body instinctively responded to my intrusion. The muscles in her lower body, like an enraged beast, tightly gripped my penis, and that intoxicating tightness made my whole body go numb.

”Mmm! No…husband…mmm!”

Her indistinct murmurs surged through my nerves like an electric current, making me feel so comfortable that I almost groaned out loud.

My mother’s vagina was truly unique. The tight, warm, and enveloping sensation gave me an unprecedented and ultimate pleasure. This was the true taste of sex, something that masturbation could never compare to.

”Ouch…it hurts…honey, be gentle…”

Her unconscious, wanton pleas for mercy did not slow my advances; instead, they fueled my even fiercer desire.

I thrust even harder, my waist moving tirelessly like an electric motor, pushing my penis to its deepest point with each stroke.

In the midst of this intense impact, she was completely intoxicated by the pleasure of being raped, every cell in her body seemed to be cheering and jumping for joy.

At this moment, she kept her eyes tightly closed, letting me ravage her at will. However, due to my rapid and rough thrusting, she continuously emitted low, intermittent “hmm” moans from deep within her throat, as if she were suppressing some kind of ultimate pleasure.

”No…uh…husband…have mercy on me, uh ah…”

Her almost pleading whispers, accompanied by uncontrollable trembling, completely ignited the fuse that set me off.

My penis, the glans that was already swollen purple and with bulging veins, throbbed a few times, and a thick, hot stream of semen gushed out from my urethral opening like a volcanic eruption.

Countless streams of milky white fluid poured down onto her swollen and red vulva, which I had manipulated.

At that moment, we seemed to reach the peak of climax together. Her body convulsed violently beneath me, and I felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure.

The rosy, plump vulva, now stained with milky white semen, was so thoroughly defiled that it appeared so lewd and erotic to me, strongly impacting my visual senses and bringing me endless satisfaction.

I withdrew my penis from her blushing vulva, and the viscous fluid slowly flowed down my penis and the inside of her thighs, staining her originally fair skin with lewd marks.

I adjusted my breathing, deliberately lowered my voice, and imitated my father’s usual tone, whispering in her ear, “Wife’s little pussy is so wet, do you want it?”

My voice carried a subtle hint of mockery and a desire for control, like the whisper of a demon, lingering in her confused consciousness.

My fingers, with a playful undertone, gently caressed her wet, swollen labia, lingering near her clitoris, which I had manipulated to an exceptionally sensitive state, teasing it in a flirtatious manner.

Each touch aroused waves of sensual pleasure in her body, as if reminding her of the desire that had never faded deep within her.

The mother, who had experienced several orgasms, was actually very tired, and all her muscles were sore from the intense exercise.

But with my precise teasing of her private parts, that suppressed, deep-seated desire quickly reignited.

”think……”

She nestled weakly into my arms, still somewhat disoriented, murmuring a vague longing, “We haven’t done it in so long, I want my husband…”

Her voice was barely audible, yet it carried an undisguised longing.

What do you want in a husband?

I pressed her for answers, wanting her to utter those shameful words herself and completely shatter her last defenses. My gaze was fixed on her cheeks, flushed with desire, awaiting her response.

Following my words, Mom responded weakly, “I want my husband to come in, it hurts so much down there, um…”

Her voice was choked with sobs, and the emptiness and longing that welled up from within overwhelmed her.

Normally, the sex between my mother and father is just a quick way to satisfy their desires, rarely with the stimulation of foreplay and romance.

Therefore, even in her current dazed state, saying these blunt and explicit words still made her feel incredibly ashamed and embarrassed.

Her face flushed crimson at a visible speed, even her ears turned bright red, as if her whole body was radiating the heat of desire.

I grabbed my mother’s hand and guided her soft fingertips to press against my throbbing, hard penis.

Her hands trembled slightly at the heat of my penis, but I wouldn’t let her back down. I held her hands tightly and made her wrap them around my penis. My penis rubbed against her delicate palm, the hot glans pressing against her hand. Every thrust was intensely aggressive.

”Honey, feel it, isn’t it big?” I whispered seductively in her ear, my voice slightly hoarse.

The scalding hot object poked and prodded in her palm; its hard, hot touch made it almost impossible for her to hold it. Its unprecedented size instantly instilled a primal fear in her.

However, when she thought that the person in front of her was her beloved “husband,” all her discomfort and fear instantly vanished, and instead became natural, even carrying a hint of satisfaction from being possessed by a powerful man.

”It’s so big, my husband’s penis has grown so much…”

Her nasal voice was filled with a trembling of shock and a hint of ingratiation.

I understood the implied “long-lost” and “huge” in her words, and chuckled softly, a laugh that carried an absolute sense of control: “Only a big cock can fuck your wife to her satisfaction. A horny cunt like you can’t be satisfied by an ordinary man.”

My words were like a knife, precisely piercing her most sensitive nerves and arousing a deeper level of lust in her.

I held my mother’s hand and stroked it in her palm for a while. Under her warm, wet caresses, my penis became as hard as iron, and even secreted a clear liquid at the tip, ready for a new round of conquest.

I slowly parted my mother’s legs, revealing her pink and moist private parts, and then, holding my thick, long, purplish-red penis, I carefully pressed it against her wet pink vulva.

The scalding hot glans, with its fiery heat, gently rubbed against her wet, red vulva, slowly pushing apart her delicate labia, pressing them to the sides to reveal the even more sensitive pink flesh inside.

Each friction produced more sticky, erotic fluid, which slowly flowed down her inner thighs, soaking the sheets.

”Are you ready, Mom? Your husband is going to fuck you.” I whispered in her ear again, my voice hoarse and seductive.

”Mmm~” My mother’s body writhed beneath me, letting out a soft moan, her voice filled with intense anticipation and a hint of anxiety. “Come in…”

Of course, I couldn’t really penetrate her completely at this moment. I had other ways to slowly torture her, play with her, and let her sink completely into the abyss of lust, making her feel so good that she was almost dying of pleasure, until she completely belonged to me.

My lips and tongue were never idle, roaming freely over her snow-white skin like predators.

I greedily licked the fine beads of sweat that seeped from her neck. The salty, damp smell, a mixture of body heat and desire, rushed into my nostrils, arousing a deeper, more primal urge within me.

Her cheeks flushed as I nibbled at them. I opened my mouth and gently bit her plump earlobe with my teeth. Then, I inserted my tongue into her ear canal and gently swirled it around. This sudden, wet, and hot stimulation made her shudder.

A tingling sensation shot from her ears straight up her spine, and she involuntarily twisted her waist, causing her wet labia to rub together violently, producing even more rapid breathing sounds.

My lips and tongue continued downwards, passing through her smooth collarbone and resting on her full, firm breasts.

I opened my mouth wide and took her round nipple into my mouth, tracing the ruby-like nipple with the tip of my tongue, sucking gently, sometimes rubbing it lightly with my teeth, sometimes scraping it hard with the surface of my tongue.

She let out a tearing moan, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her weakly, her fingers almost digging into the blankets.

Her breasts trembled violently as I suckled, and her nipples became even more swollen and hard in my mouth, like ripe berries, brimming with the nectar of desire.

I greedily sucked, as if trying to drain all the aphrodisiac fluid from her body. The “tsk tsk” sound of the water echoed clearly in the quiet room, lewd and arousing.

My waist and abdomen continued to sway, and my thick, hot cock, like a coiled dragon, rubbed thirstily against her private parts.

It squeezed into the crevices and openings of the cunt, rubbing back and forth in a pseudo-coital manner, each contact carrying a strong sense of aggression.

The two swollen labia, ravaged by lust, swayed back and forth with the thrusts of my penis, the delicate clitoris being repeatedly crushed by the glans of my penis.

The coronal sulcus rubbed against her swollen clitoris repeatedly, each pull arousing a surge of intense pleasure that coursed through her body like an electric current.

A strong tingling and numbing sensation, like fireworks, bloomed on her flower.

Her labia trembled and writhed as my penis rubbed against them, her vaginal muscles softened and became smooth from the friction, and the overflowing juices made a squelching sound as if she were whispering obscene desires.

”Mmm, honey, be gentle…” Mom’s voice was choked with sobs, her body trembling violently. Her toes curled up from the intense pleasure, sinking deep into the blankets as if she wanted to bury herself in them.

Her vulva’s labia were now swollen and red, and were overflowing with juice from being rubbed by my big cock. Her entire private area had become incredibly lewd, exuding a strong, pungent odor.

”Does your husband fuck you well?” I looked down at her eyes, which were glazed with desire, and asked in a teasing and seductive tone.

I held my penis and deliberately slapped her wet, slutty vagina, making an ambiguous “slap slap” sound, as if we were having the most intense penetrating sex.

Sticky, lustful fluids clung between my penis and her cunt, stretching out long strands that shimmered with a lewd sheen in the dim light.

”Mmm, so good, so good, be gentle…”

The mother’s body trembled as she approached climax, and her legs groaned weakly.

A tingling, numbing sensation emanated from her vagina, and the intense pleasure made her, in a half-dreaming, half-awake state, truly believe that my penis had been fully inserted into her honey hole.

Her honey hole writhed uncontrollably, gushing out hot, wet juices that filled the surrounding air with a lewd scent.

The slutty cunt was being slapped hard by my cock, her clitoris and labia like ripe fruit, soft and juicy from the beating.

A sensation that was both pleasurable and tingling intertwined within her mother’s body, making her feel as if she were about to fly to heaven.

Her thighs began to spasm uncontrollably, foreshadowing another orgasm to come.

”Lost…uh-huh! Lost it because my husband fucked me, uh-huh!”

She screamed, her rosy lips churning from the impact of her orgasm, and with a soft “plop,” she gushed out even more vaginal fluid.

Her vaginal muscles tightly gripped my penis, writhing and releasing honey-like fluid, making my cock glisten with moisture and covered in the gushing juices from her cunt.

The engorged penis, still warm from her body, continued to pound and grind against her soft, muscular vagina.

My glans pressed precisely against her clitoris again and again. This continuous stimulation caused my mother, who was in the throes of orgasm, to spasm uncontrollably. She moaned and cried out unconsciously, her body flushed with desire, displaying an alluring and tempting appearance.

Dozens more of this rubbing happened, and each time the tight friction from my penis brought me intense pleasure and a sense of conquest.

I could clearly feel her vagina becoming even hotter and starting to contract more intensely, as if it were alive, passionately squeezing and rubbing against my penis.

Just as her vaginal muscles contracted to their peak, I felt a slightly warm liquid, carrying the heat from deep within her body, suddenly spray from the center of her vagina onto my glans.

I knew that this beautiful young mother had been thoroughly brought to orgasm by my endless teasing.

Sure enough, immediately afterward, her vaginal muscles erupted with wave after wave of orgasmic squeezing, surging like waves, tightly gripping my penis and stroking it back and forth.

I paused briefly, savoring the most exquisite rhythms within her body, letting her honeyed orifice suck and tease my penis, enjoying her repeated, wonderful orgasms.

After her arousal had completely subsided, I did not actually penetrate her. Instead, I thrust into her private parts more rapidly and quickly.

Her disheveled long hair was scattered messily on the pillow, her pretty face was flushed with an alluring blush of desire, her snow-white buttocks trembled slightly with the spasms of her body, and her plump breasts rose and fell with her breath—all of this gave me immense stimulation and satisfaction.

I almost used all my strength to insert my penis to the very end of her vagina, so that the egg-sized glans would press hard against her hot uterus, constantly pounding against the core of her vagina.

In her dazed state, she instinctively gripped my penis tightly with the muscles of her lower body, as if she wanted to devour me completely.

She kept emitting intermittent, delicate, and adorable moans, like suppressed pain or whispers of ultimate pleasure.

Her head drooped limply, her hair disheveled and partially obscuring her face. This wretched and lewd posture silently testified to the fact that I had drugged and raped her.

My love juices mixed with her vaginal fluids, dripping down my thick penis and forming puddles of erotic water stains on the ground.

My mouth was also busy, greedily exploring her face and neck, kissing and nibbling, leaving one ambiguous red mark after another.

My waist began to exert force rhythmically, and my penis repeatedly thrust in and out of my mother’s hot, throbbing vagina, causing her delicate labia to open and close at times.

My gaze was greedily fixed on my thick, hard penis, watching it precisely push apart those two swollen labia with each thrust, then plunge hard into the slippery abyss, withdrawing with a string of glistening precum, before mercilessly penetrating again.

This rhythm, with its dual impact of sight and touch, made my desire burn even more intensely.

With each thrust, the penetration became smoother and smoother, and the temperature inside that deep cave kept rising, almost melting my penis.

More and more vaginal fluid gushed from her vaginal opening. The overflowing fluid was like the finest saliva, crystal clear and transparent, with a rich, sweet, fishy taste, making my root glisten with oil.

My face flushed and my breathing became heavy as I thrust into him, each thrust giving me an indescribable sense of conquest.

My mother, beneath me, seemed to be affected by my rhythm. Although her body was drowsy, her breathing became heavy and rapid once again, and she made soft, unconscious moans in her throat, as if responding to my fierce thrusts.

I thrust my hips hard, pumping back and forth repeatedly, and my penis, deep inside her, soon reached the very end of her vagina.

I could clearly feel my enormous glans pressing against her soft, moist cervix—a sensation of breaking taboos.

I thrust in and out rapidly, my glans slamming against her uterus with each stroke, each one filled with the determination to penetrate her completely.

Finally, during a deeper thrust, my glans penetrated her cervix, as if opening the door to a new world.

I thrust my glans deep into her uterus in one go; it was an unprecedented depth and invasion.

My mother moaned and groaned as I thrust into her, her voice broken as she cried out, “Ah, it’s so itchy, so swollen!” Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, actively responding to my thrusts, her hips swaying up and down with each stroke, like the most perfect plaything of flesh.

At that moment, I felt her entire uterus tightly sucking on my glans, the tender flesh inside writhing as if it wanted to devour me.

I knew that my relentless stimulation had pushed her to one climax after another, filling her uterus with the sperm and egg she had released.

With a low “Ah!”, all my desires burst forth at that moment.

Her swaying hips stopped moving for a moment, and the buttocks I was holding tightly began to spasm violently. A wave of exquisite pleasure washed over my entire body, making me completely lose myself.

I felt the sticky, warm vaginal fluid enveloping my large penis like a tidal wave, while the clitoris inside my vagina opened and closed, sucking on my glans like a living thing.

The already naturally tight and delicate vaginal walls, with their hot, tender mucous membranes, were now desperately clinging to my thick, ever-deepening penis, creating an indescribably wonderful feeling of tightness.

From deep within her vagina and into her uterus, more vaginal fluid gushed out as her body trembled. She reached another orgasm, her body arching as she moaned unconsciously.

”No more! Ahh, it’s too deep! This position!”

Her voice was choked with sobs, yet it also carried a hint of extreme pleasure from being violated, which stirred within me an indescribable sense of humiliation and conquest.

My penis plunged deep into her uterus, where I ejaculated wildly. My thick, hot semen, like a volcanic eruption, relentlessly pounded against the walls of her uterus, first filling the entire uterus, then flowing back and filling her vagina.

The amount I ejaculated was astonishing, so much that it filled her entire vagina, and then overflowed from the vaginal opening, slowly flowing down her inner thighs.

She let out a low moan: “It’s so hot, so swollen.” The warm semen even soaked a large area of ​​the towel laid beneath her, leaving behind a messy and lewd scene.

She still had her eyes closed, and had fallen into a deep sleep again, completely unaware of everything, like a beautiful doll, allowing me to play with her at will.

I checked the time; more than an hour had passed, and my desires and wishes had been completely satisfied.

I was also worried that my mother would wake up completely, which would make things very awkward, so I quickly tidied up to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

I tidied up the room a bit, cleaning up the traces of the debauchery, then got dressed and quietly left the bedroom.

I decided to wait for my father and Uncle Lin to return at the entrance of the residential area, so that I could have a perfect and unquestionable alibi.

My mother had an incredibly vivid dream while she was in a deep sleep.

In her dream, she and her husband made love passionately, like lovers in the throes of passion, each physical contact filled with unprecedented fervor.

She could almost feel her husband’s hard penis going in and out of her body, each thrust hitting her clitoris precisely, bringing her to countless orgasms.

The ecstasy was so real that she felt as if she were truly experiencing it, her body and soul finding immense satisfaction.

Held in her husband’s arms, she reached the peak of passion again and again amidst his heavy breathing, her whole body trembling and spasming.

She could even hear her own wanton moans, sounds filled with lust and desire that made her feel both ashamed and incredibly pleasurable.

This vivid dream felt as if it had actually happened. Every sensory detail was so clear that even in her sleep, she couldn’t help but twist her waist and tightly clamp her legs together, as if trying to hold onto the fleeting pleasure.

It was 10 p.m. when Mom slowly woke up from that captivating dream.

Her consciousness was still somewhat hazy, but the intense pleasure she felt in the dream still lingered vividly in her mind, making her unable to forget the contents of the dream and savoring it endlessly.

Deep within her body, there seemed to be a lingering feeling of fullness, a lingering aftertaste that stirred a slight ripple in her heart.

Then, Mom felt the wetness and stickiness in her lower body. The familiar sweet and fishy smell mixed with warmth sent an unnatural tingling sensation through her whole body.

There was still a faint itch, heat, and soreness in my vagina, as if I had just experienced a baptism of passion.

She simply brought her legs together slightly, trying to rub her vulva to relieve the strange sensation. However, the fine, tingling sensation was like an electric current, instantly coursing through her entire body, making her unable to help but let out a suppressed moan.

The sudden pleasure made her ears burn instantly, and an even thicker, wetter sensation seemed to surge from her vaginal opening, once again soaking her already wet private parts.

The mother was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear. She covered her burning cheeks with her hands, and an indescribable heat welled up in her heart.

She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, her steps a little unsteady, eager to clean up the mess on her lower body.

When she walked into the bathroom and saw her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes in the mirror, she felt even more ashamed.

She turned on the shower, and the warm water washed over her body, trying to wash away the desire that clung to her.

However, when she washed her private parts and her fingers touched the sticky foreign substance, her body suddenly stiffened.

As the warm water washed over her, she could clearly feel the thick, fishy-smelling white liquid remaining in her body, which was definitely not her own vaginal fluid.

In that instant, a huge sense of panic surged within her.

The panic was like an icy tide, instantly extinguishing all the heat and shame in her body, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.

I was clearly drugged and raped!

The thought exploded in her mind like a thunderbolt, leaving her frozen in place.

After washing herself, she walked out of the bathroom in a daze, only to find that the front door was unlocked, the door to the small room was wide open, and her son was not home.

She looked around the empty room, her heart filled with immense fear.

Could it be that a thief broke into the house and drugged and raped me while I was unconscious?

The thought sent chills down her spine and made her legs go weak.

She felt humiliated and violated like never before, and tears streamed down her face silently.

Just when she felt desperate and helpless, she heard the sound of a key turning outside the door.

A little while later, my father, who had just returned from fishing, and Uncle Lin came back together.

As soon as the father entered the door, he saw the mother’s pale and frightened face and immediately asked with concern, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

The mother’s body trembled violently, and almost instinctively, she said in a tearful voice, “There’s a burglar! He…he scared me to death!”

Her voice trembled noticeably with fear, but she skillfully avoided mentioning that she had been drugged and raped, attributing everything to “the thief scaring her.”

Upon hearing this, the father immediately and nervously checked the house to confirm that nothing was missing.

As I stood to the side, watching my mother’s face, which was clearly filled with fear and shame, and her deliberately concealed lies, I felt a surge of indescribable smugness.

The father checked the house and found nothing missing, but what the mother lost was her most precious virginity.

I was secretly pleased with myself. My plan was flawless, and my mother would never know that the person who truly defiled her was right in front of her.