Chapter 3: Father's Violent Rape of His Drunk Mother (Revised)

I’d always wanted to make love to my mom again. The opportunity finally came: my cousin got married, and my parents drank a lot. That night, the three of us went home, quickly washed up, and went to sleep.

I observed from outside the door for a while, and after confirming that my mother was sound asleep, I tiptoed into the bedroom.

My mother was nestled in a soft down pillow, the alcohol having put her into a deep sleep. Her usually dignified and pure face was flushed with a captivating pink from the intoxication.

Her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly with her rapid breathing, like the wings of a startled butterfly dancing in the moonlight. A strand of hair fell from her once neat sideburns, damp and clinging to her long, fair neck, rising and falling with the faint pulse of her heart.

I leaned down, my nose almost touching her smooth, creamy skin, the rich aroma of wine mixed with the sweet, pungent scent of her flesh hitting my head.

”Mom, you’re so beautiful…you’re driving me crazy…”

My Adam’s apple bobbed violently, and I swallowed hard with a gurgling sound.

My gaze moved downwards and landed on the edge of the nightgown that had been pushed up to my waist.

Beneath the silky fabric were a pair of slender, jade-like legs tightly encased in flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose.

These 15D high denier stockings refracted an alluring sheen, like beeswax, in dim light, outlining the mother’s shapely thigh muscles in a breathtaking way.

Because of the movement while attending the wedding, the stockings had formed several small wrinkles at the knees, and the stockings at the top of the thighs were extremely tight due to my violent pulling, presenting an almost transparent texture, revealing the soft, white and pink flesh underneath.

What took my breath away was that bright red lace panty.

It was like a flame burning on the snow, with extremely fine lace trim digging into the base of the mother’s plump thighs, squeezing out a shallow, maddening indentation in the flesh.

Because of the increased body temperature caused by the alcohol, a small dark wet patch had appeared at the crotch of the red lace dress; it was the vaginal fluid that she unconsciously secreted in her dream as a mature young woman.

That unique scent of a woman’s private parts, tinged with a slightly sour and sultry aroma, stubbornly penetrated my nostrils through the stockings and lace fabric.

With trembling hands, I didn’t rush to peel off the last line of defense, but instead buried my face between my mother’s legs, which were covered by stockings.

”Haa—”

I let out a satisfied sigh and sniffed the air frantically.

The stockings still carried the musty smell of the leather shoes, a mixture of nylon fibers, foot sweat, and the slightly musky scent unique to my mother’s feet.

The smell was so pungent yet so intoxicating in the enclosed lounge. I opened my mouth, and through the thin flesh-colored stockings, I licked my mother’s rounded ankles hard, then traced upwards along her firm calves.

”Slurp—slurp—” The wet saliva instantly seeped into the nylon material, leaving a long, dark water stain on the surface of the stockings.

In her sleep, Mom’s body twitched instinctively. Her toes, painted with bright red nail polish, curled and fidgeted restlessly at the tips of her stockings, making a rustling sound as the fabric rubbed together.

My hand crawled up her burning hot thigh, my fingers pressed together, and I pressed hard on that mysterious area wrapped in red lace.

Through the thin fabric, I could clearly feel the thickness and heat of my mother’s labia, as well as the layer of sticky moisture that was already soaked through.

I slowly but firmly circled my palm on it, feeling the roughness of the lace trim against my palm, and the soft elasticity of the mons pubis below.

”Mmm…uh…”

The mother let out a muffled moan, her already pale face now flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

Her two legs, stretched taut by stockings, began to rub against each other on the bed, her knees slightly bent, trying to close but spreading even further apart because of my intervention.

With each movement, the rich, alcohol-infused feminine scent emanated in an increasingly frenzied manner.

I lowered my head and, through the red lace, took a deep breath, aiming at the wettest center.

The accumulated vaginal fluid had soaked through the crotch of her pantyhose, and I could see a drop of crystal-clear liquid slowly sliding down the fabric of the stockings toward the inside of her fair, jade-like thigh, shimmering with a lewd luster under the light.

I could no longer restrain myself. I reached out and hooked my fingers around the narrow edge of the red lace panties, pulling them forcefully to one side.

With a “snap,” the rubber band snapped against her delicate skin, and my mother’s muddy secret forest was completely exposed before my eyes.

The dark jungle was wet with glistening nectar, forming clusters of flesh. Her pink labia, like two ripe clam meats, were swollen and congested under the influence of alcohol and desire. They opened and closed slightly with her rapid breathing, and clear, lustful fluid slowly overflowed from the gaps, dripping down the curve of her labia onto the stockings that had been pulled down to her knees.

I looked at the plump buttocks that were shaped by the stockings, and the place that was originally covered by underwear now had a conspicuous red mark.

I took her pearl, which trembled slightly in the air, into my mouth with my thick lips.

”Tsk tsk… slurp…” The greedy sucking sound echoed in the quiet room. The tongue roughly teased that sensitive soft flesh, stirring the saliva mixed with the aroma of wine and her sweet vaginal fluid together to form a thick white foam.

The mother’s waist suddenly arched upwards, her toes gripping the sheets tightly inside her stockings, and she let out a long, low gasp.

The dim yellow light resembled a layer of viscous grease, smeared on Mom’s jade-like feet, which were tightly bound by flesh-colored stockings.

As body temperature rises after drinking, fine foot sweat seeps through the thin nylon fibers, staining the stockings at the toes a dark brown. The “sour” scent, a mixture of mature woman’s sweat, the stuffy smell of leather shoes, and a faint fragrance of perfume, wafts through the air like a deadly aphrodisiac.

I couldn’t help but reach out with my free hand and roughly grab one of her ankles, pressing her round, taut stockings against my nose, greedily inhaling the nauseating yet irresistible stench. Out of the corner of my eye, I stared intently at her face, which was forced open and filled with a sense of sacred invasion.

My monstrous penis was now a deep purplish-black, burning hot and hard as iron, with thick veins like coiled venomous snakes, undulating slightly on its shaft with each pulse.

The glans was large and round, and clear, viscous semen, mixed with a strong masculine odor, was constantly overflowing from the urethral opening at the tip, exuding an extremely violent and aggressive aura.

I violently grabbed my mother’s delicate chin with my left hand and forcefully pried it down, forcing her plump lips, painted with dark red lipstick, apart and revealing the moist, clam-like inner walls of her mouth.

My mother’s pink tongue was limp and curled up between her teeth because she had lost consciousness. It trembled slightly with the rhythm of her breathing. Clear saliva had accumulated at the base of her tongue, glistening with a lustful sheen.

”Hehe, Mom…it’s so wet, looks like your little mouth wants to eat your son’s big thing too…”

I let out a low, beast-like gasp, and thrust my hips forward, slamming my enormous glans against her soft, wet lips.

The prostatic fluid overflowing from her urethra instantly coated her lips, creating a slippery and icy sensation.

As I relentlessly pushed forward, my penis forced its way into her tight mouth like a hot knife through butter, instantly stretching her lips to their limit. Her delicate skin turned pale and transparent from the excessive stretching, and even the tiny blood vessels under her skin were faintly visible.

”Gurgle—Pfft—”

The heavy sounds of flesh colliding and the friction of moist mucous membranes erupted instantly.

Because my mother was heavily intoxicated, her mouth was completely undefended, allowing my hot, throbbing penis to penetrate her.

I could feel my glans pressing down along her soft tongue, the rough papillae rubbing against my urethral opening. The fine yet intense pleasure made the hairs on my body stand on end.

When the head of my penis slammed against the soft palate deep in her throat, my mother’s fair neck instinctively straightened, her larynx contracted sharply, and a powerful gag reflex pressure was generated, gripping my head tightly. The suction force from deep inside her mouth almost squeezed my soul out.

I straddled her petite frame, my knees pressed firmly against her soft thighs encased in stockings, and I ran my hands through her long, black hair that cascaded down the pillow, gripping her head tightly. I began a brutal and inhumane act of thrusting.

Each time my penis was pulled out, it brought out a large amount of clear, viscous saliva. This transparent liquid mixed with my prostate fluid and overflowed wildly from the corners of her mouth, forming silvery threads.

”Ugh…uh…pfft…”

The mother let out a few short, broken groans, and her slightly protruding pointed ears began to tremble violently under the dual stimulation of lust and suffocation, the tips of her ears turning an alluring pink.

I sped up, my penis like a tireless piston, creating waves of frenzied sounds in her mouth.

Because of the violent movements, the spittle even splashed onto her shiny black hair, sticking together and shimmering with disgusting yet extremely erotic spots under the light.

I changed the angle, pushing my penis upwards at an angle, deliberately using the large glans to press against the soft flesh on the inside of her cheek.

From the outside, my mother’s originally dignified and pretty profile was now distorted into an extremely exaggerated and ferocious fleshy ball shape, constantly changing position with my thrusting.

Her swan-like white neck was flushed red from difficulty breathing, like the sunset spreading across the snow.

Her feet, tightly bound by flesh-colored stockings, curled violently from pain or pleasure, her toes gripping the sheets so tightly that the nylon fibers were stretched to their transparent limit. The slightly acidic scent of her sweaty feet grew stronger with the intense friction of her limbs.

I ravaged my mother, who still maintained a certain “sacredness” in her sleep, watching her mouth be completely filled by my purplish-black, hideous organ, watching her face, which originally belonged to my father and was sacred and inviolable, become twisted, moist, and full of lewd residue under my violence.

I straightened my back, trying each time to completely shove my entire penis into that warm, moist throat, enjoying the warm, enveloping sensation that seemed to swallow me whole.

I straddled her petite, soft body, pressing my hands firmly against her temples. My waist convulsed wildly from the intense pleasure, and my engorged, purplish-black penis, now at its limit, raged wildly deep into the throat of this unconscious mother, like a red-hot branding iron.

”I’m going to cum! Mom… I’m going to fill your throat with semen! Swallow it all!”

The moment pleasure overwhelmed my reason, my penis throbbed violently.

The pent-up thick semen, like a flood bursting its banks, erupted violently deep within the narrow and moist throat, carrying a scalding temperature.

”Pfft—hiss—”

The first strong stream of white fluid slammed against her soft palate, then rushed back down her esophagus.

As the sudden surge of heat hit her fair and delicate neck, her throat heaved violently, producing a muffled gurgling swallowing sound.

Because my penis was so thick and long, it completely filled her mouth, causing a large amount of semen mixed with thick saliva that she couldn’t swallow in time to overflow like streams of silver lava from the gaps in my veiny shaft.

The white liquid flowed down her lips, which were painted with dark red lipstick, and dripped onto her semi-transparent pink nightgown. It then meandered down the folds of the fabric, eventually soaking the very thin, flesh-colored nylon stockings on her thighs.

I breathed heavily, not pulling out immediately, but savoring the lingering tingling sensation.

Even in her sleep, my mother’s soft tongue was deformed by the pressure of my penis, and the tip of her tongue unconsciously wriggled along the edge of my glans. This faint yet slippery friction was the final blow to my reason.

I stretched out my right hand, my fingertips covered in the lewd mixture that had spilled from the corner of her mouth, and smeared it haphazardly on her pretty face, which still appeared dignified and solemn even in her humiliation.

The cloudy semen stretched into long, glistening threads on the corners of her eyes, the sides of her nose, and her cheeks, shattering the once inviolable dignity of her elders.

”Pfft… Ha…”

When I finally and slowly pulled the still trembling penis out of her mouth, accompanied by a blush-inducing “smack” sound, a thick, fishy-smelling odor escaped from her forced-open mouth.

The mother’s lips twitched slightly, and her tongue instinctively licked the remaining semen from the edge of her lips. Her throat bobbed again, swallowing the last bit of semen. Her pointed ears twitched violently twice from this stimulation.

But this is just the prelude.

The flame of desire in my eyes has completely materialized.

I grabbed one of her legs and hoisted that jade-like foot, tightly wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and exuding a slightly sour, musky fragrance from being soaked in sweat, onto my shoulder.

The fibers of the stockings shimmered with an alluring, oily sheen under the light. Due to the force of the pull, the fabric at the toes became extremely thin and transparent, revealing the pink and slightly red toes.

With my other hand, I pulled aside the red lace panties, which were already soaked with vaginal fluid, revealing the deep, dark little hole that had been tightly closed due to a long period of lack of lubrication, yet was now overflowing with clear, sticky fluid due to the visual stimulation just now.

I grasped the slick, sticky penis covered in my mother’s saliva and pressed its hot, red glans hard between her labia.

The tender labia were roughly squeezed to the sides by the large mushroom head, and the glistening lustful fluid overflowed from the creases of the flesh, forming lewd threads at the point where the two were joined.

”Mom…your little pussy is about to be ruined by your son, quickly feel your son’s big thing!”

I roared, strained my waist, and thrust my whole body forward.

”Pfft—Smack!”

The heavy thud of flesh colliding echoed in the room. The glans instantly tore through the tight entrance, forcing its way into the tender passage like a wedge.

The mother’s body suddenly leaned backward, her waist arching and tensing due to the excruciating pain. Her hands, which had been loose, gripped the silk sheets beneath her tightly, her knuckles turning as white as paper from the extreme force.

Her brows were furrowed, her long eyelashes trembled uneasily, and a very faint but pleading groan escaped her throat.

It’s too tight!

The inner walls of the penis felt like they had countless tiny suction cups, greedily and tightly squeezing it.

Every time you enter, you can feel the layers of folds being forcibly flattened and stretched.

Because the inside of my vagina was extremely warm and slippery, the feeling of being enveloped by pressure made me almost surrender the moment I was penetrated.

I looked at her labia, which were squeezed outwards and turned a seductive red and swollen color, and the groin, which looked even more lewd against the backdrop of her stockinged thighs, and began to thrust wildly.

”Slap! Slap! Slap!”

My scrotum kept slapping against her large mons pubis, making rhythmic, dull sounds.

Each full penetration brought forth a large amount of clear vaginal fluid mixed with residual semen. This liquid flowed down between her thighs, smearing her round, flesh-covered buttocks with a wetness, exuding a sweet and pungent aroma that embodied the essence of male-female mating, completely burning away any sense of ethics or morality.

My hands gripped my mother’s plump, beautiful legs, which were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings, like iron clamps.

The extremely thin nylon fabric of this fleshy fabric kept wrinkling and rubbing against my palm, making a subtle yet extremely sensual “hissing” sound.

As I moved frantically, the fibers of the stockings were already soaked through with the sticky sweat seeping from her thighs, becoming translucent and clinging to her smooth, jade-like skin, revealing an extremely erotic flesh-pink hue.

I lowered my head and almost pathologically buried my face in the soles of her feet, which were tightly encased in stockings. The smell of a mature woman’s feet, accumulated in her shoes all day and accelerated by the metabolism of alcohol, mixed with the unique chemical fiber scent of nylon stockings, hit me like a heavy hammer, striking the center of my desire.

”Mom… your feet smell so bad… this stench from your stockings is driving me crazy!”

I stuck out my tongue and frantically licked the wet, stockinged soles of her feet.

Salty sweat seeped into my tongue through the gaps in the fabric, and I could even feel the roughness of the fine nylon fibers gliding across my tongue.

I increased the frequency of my thrusts, each penetration hitting deep into my uterus without reservation.

Due to the high-frequency friction, Mom’s toes, which were originally neatly trimmed and painted with light nail polish, were violently curling and stretching in the air through her stockings. It was an instinctive spasm caused by extreme impact on her body.

Her pink silk nightgown was piled up above her chest, and her full, mature breasts, with their postpartum charm, trembled wildly with each of my savage thrusts. Her areolas were engorged with blood and had turned an eerie deep purple, while the tips of her nipples swayed in the air, stretching out an alluring curve.

”Pfft! Smack! Pfft!”

It was a symphony of flesh colliding and bodily fluids churning.

My thick, veiny penis ravaged my mother’s vagina, which was unusually sensitive due to a long period of lack of lubrication.

The once tightly closed labia were now stretched to their limit, appearing as if torn purplish-red, with the edges constantly turning outwards. As I pulled my penis out, a section of the pink inner wall folds was pulled out, only to be forcefully pushed back in with my next thrust.

A large amount of vaginal fluid mixed with the remaining, not-yet-dried, cloudy semen overflowed from the narrow slit like a squeezed sponge, meandering down her full, perfectly rounded buttocks outlined by flesh-colored stockings.

The liquid had seeped into a large, dark stain on the sheets, emitting a nauseating yet irresistible stench, similar to a mixture of spoiled milk and raw oysters.

Just as this lewd ritual reached a certain critical point, the mother, who had fallen into a deep coma due to alcohol, suddenly stiffened.

Her eyelids twitched violently a few times, and then, her eyes, which usually held both authority and kindness, snapped open in utter shock.

”…Huh? Ah… Ah!! What are you doing!!”

It was a scream distorted by extreme fear.

When she realized that the man who was thrusting into her body, grinning lewdly and sucking on her stockinged foot, was her own son, her gentle face was instantly twisted with fear and despair.

She began to struggle frantically, scratching wildly at my shoulders and arms, leaving bloody scratches on my back with her fingernails.

She cried and screamed, and even bit my shoulder suddenly out of despair.

In that instant, the excruciating pain of my teeth piercing my flesh felt like a shot of adrenaline, causing my excitement to explode once again.

”Resist! Mom! The more you cry, the more I want to fuck your cunt raw! Look closely, the person fucking you now is your own son!”

I roughly ripped off the pillowcase next to me, ignoring her sobs, and shoved it into her mouth, which used to spout grand principles, silencing her completely.

Like an enraged beast, I used my overwhelming size to pin her arms behind her head and use my weight to press her down firmly.

Her struggles gradually weakened, and only her eyes, filled with tears, despair, and shame, remained fixed on me.

I didn’t rush to continue thrusting. Instead, I buried my head in the crook of her neck, frantically inhaling the increasingly intense scent of her sweat from her struggles.

I reached out and vigorously kneaded her heavy breasts, my fingers sinking deep into the soft, cotton-like flesh. Due to the extreme pressure, the skin around her breasts was squeezed and deformed between my fingers, showing an almost pathological flush.

When I saw that she was finally exhausted and could only let out muffled sobs, I spread her plump legs apart again, which were already trembling involuntarily from the humiliation.

The little hole that I had just roughly explored was now like a gaping mouth craving more water, slightly open, with glistening mucus glistening under the light.

I held my now swollen, vein-bulging penis and rubbed it hard against her thick, wet mons pubis a few times, then suddenly thrust my hips forward.

”Pfft—!”

This penetrating blow, penetrating deep into her bones, caused her body to arch upwards once again as if electrocuted.

Her thick, sensual vagina was even tighter than before, due to physiological spasms caused by tension and shame, with countless layers of inner wall folds tightly gripping my shaft.

With each thrust, I could feel her pubic bone colliding heavily with my lower abdomen, making a “slap slap” sound of flesh colliding.

As desire further eroded her, the mother, who had been desperately trying to close her legs, found her long-dormant female instincts awakening in her despair.

Her curled toes unconsciously scratched at the air inside her stockings. Then, her two plump thighs, tightly wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and slightly sweaty, slowly climbed up to my waist, locking me in place.

Her vagina began to rhythmically respond to my movements, thrusting in and out, sucking my hot penis even deeper, trying to extract all the seed that was about to burst into her womb.

The smell in the air was extremely strong. It was a mature woman’s unique body odor mixed with the sour smell of sweat secreted in large quantities due to extreme fear and excitement.

What fascinates me most is the unique fragrance of flesh-colored stockings, which emits a slightly pungent nylon odor mixed with the musky scent of an adult woman’s feet during intense friction.

This smell, mixed with the salty, fishy scent of semen that gradually filled the air, created a lewd picture that was enough to destroy any reason.

My monstrous penis is now deeply buried inside my mother’s warm and moist body.

I suddenly stopped moving, pressing my entire body down on her exceptionally full and fair body, which had become pampered from a long period of indulgence.

I could clearly feel the hot glans being tightly gripped by the tight walls of her vagina.

The physiological spasms caused by her extreme shame made every fold of the inner wall feel like a living little mouth greedily sucking on my shaft.

The mother seemed caught off guard by the sudden pause.

Her long legs, tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings, kicked unconsciously a few times in mid-air. Then, due to the emptiness surging from deep within her body, she unconsciously began to thrust her plump mons pubis upward.

A few muffled sobs escaped from her mouth, which had been stuffed with a pillowcase, and her eyes became glazed and lifeless.

Her long, black hair was scattered messily on the pure white pillow, and a few strands were stuck to her cheeks, which looked even more alluring due to her flushed face, with sweat clinging to them.

”Mom…look at you now. You say you don’t want it, but do you really want your son to fuck you? Look how tight your pussy is. Are you this horny in front of Father?” My voice was low and hoarse from extreme excitement, with an almost morbid pleasure.

I deliberately remained still, feeling how the delicate buds inside her body trembled slightly with desire.

When my mother heard my sarcasm, a look of extreme shame flashed in her previously vacant eyes.

She gritted her teeth, and her attempt to roll me off her body became futile when she felt the hardness of my penis swell up again.

Her legs, perfectly shaped by the stockings, unconsciously wrapped around my waist.

Her toes, through the thin stockings, rubbed against the disheveled sheets, the hissing sound becoming the most lewd background music in the quiet night.

Seeing that her defenses had completely collapsed.

I resumed my savage conquest, each impact carrying the ferocity to tear her apart.

My hands reached down again and grabbed her ankles, which were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings.

I forcefully spread those fleshy, silky legs, which embodied all my sexual fantasies, apart to the sides.

Because of this position, the mother’s thick, engorged labia were completely exposed to the dim light. Due to the intense friction, they had turned a translucent purplish-red color, with the edges everted.

It looks like a beautiful flower that has withered and been ravaged by a rainstorm.

Each time the penis withdraws, it brings out a large amount of shiny, transparent mucus mixed with sweat and vaginal fluid.

The liquid trickled down her full, mature hips, leaving silvery streaks on the sheets.

”Ah…uh! Uh…!!”

The mother let out a muffled groan of despair.

Her snow-white lower abdomen heaved wildly with intense pleasure, each contraction causing the muscles deep inside her vagina to squeeze the penis from all sides.

That tightness almost made me surrender immediately.

As if asserting my dominance, I thrust forcefully into that plump little hole while venting my twisted desires.

”You slut who gave birth to a son, you only grew such a fat cunt so that your son could fuck you, right? No matter how dignified you are usually, you’re still being fucked by your own son until you’re dripping wet! You can’t escape this for the rest of your life. Mom, you’ll always be my sex slave!”

My words were like poison, each one causing her body to convulse even more violently.

Her once firm breasts slapped against my chest repeatedly with each impact, making that cloying sound unique to the collision of flesh.

Tiny beads of sweat glistened around her areolas under the light, trembling with each breath she took.

Suddenly, Mom’s body stiffened abruptly, her toes, encased in stockings, curled up tightly, and she arched upwards as if her bones had been removed.

I knew she had arrived; it was a sign that her deepest parts of her body had been completely conquered.

The walls of her narrow vagina began to spasm and contract in an irregular and extremely powerful way. This feeling of being enveloped from the deepest part of my body made me lose my mind instantly.

I suddenly straightened up and placed her wet, stockinged legs directly on my shoulders.

This perfect “M” position allows my penis to strike my already sore and weak cervix at the most vertical angle.

I looked at the parts of their bodies that were intertwined; it was the most lewd and perverse spectacle imaginable.

Large clumps of white, frothy liquid accumulated at the opening of the vagina due to the high-frequency pumping.

With each powerful thrust of mine, the liquid, a mixture of vaginal fluid and residual semen, flowed like a burst dam, running down the inside of her thighs, which were tightly wrapped in stockings.

The delicate nylon fibers were soaked into a muddy mess, and my eyes, burning with desire, were fixed on her face, which had completely collapsed.

I reached out and squeezed her breasts, which were slightly swollen from her orgasm, hard, my nails digging deep into the soft flesh.

Feeling her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

”I’m going to cum! Mom! I’m going to cum all of it in you… Catch your son’s seed!” I roared like a wild beast.

Her waist thrust wildly dozens of times with unprecedented speed and power, each time striking the most sensitive spot deep inside her uterus.

Then, a tingling, pleasurable sensation spread through my scalp.

The pent-up, scalding semen erupted like a volcano.

Wave after wave of ejaculation sprayed into the mother’s delicate and sensitive uterine cavity.

The scorching sensation caused her to let out a final, shrill groan, her body collapsing limply onto the bed, only her stockinged feet still trembling slightly in the air.

After ejaculating, I didn’t rush to leave. I remained in that oppressive position, feeling my penis being gently enveloped by her still-twitching vagina as it gradually softened.

I lowered my head and kissed her sweaty forehead, my palm sliding down her sweat-dampened back, finally grabbing hard at her two plump buttocks, which were red and hot from the intense battle.

I greedily inhaled the scent in the air, a mixture of sweat, the stench of nylon stockings, and the fishy smell of semen.

At this moment, this once unapproachable mother has become nothing more than a plaything under her son’s crotch.

My penis, which had just been recklessly implanting itself inside my mother’s body, is now shamelessly maintaining its fused state.

Although it was slightly limp from ejaculation, it still greedily savored the warm, moist, and wrinkled walls of the vagina.

The mother’s face, still flushed and radiant from the afterglow of her orgasm, was now filled with struggle and shame.

Her legs, soaked with sweat and clad in flesh-colored stockings, lay limply at her sides.

Due to the previous violent impact, the stockings had piled up in several erotic folds at the ankles, exuding a unique, intoxicating scent that belonged to mature women, a mixture of nylon, sweat, and slightly acidic foot fragrance.

Her long, full legs began to tremble involuntarily, and the muscles deep inside her vagina instinctively tried to repel the foreign object. Those tender buds were like countless tiny mouths, pressing against my shaft with alternating tightness and loosening, trying to squeeze the already softened penis out of her body.

Each contraction was accompanied by the squeezing of white, cloudy fluid from deep within the vagina due to the pressure.

The thick semen mixed with her clear, stringy vaginal fluid, forming a translucent, milky-white viscous liquid that slowly overflowed from the edges of her plump, swollen labia.

”Damn it…come out now…you’ll get pregnant…it’ll really be a disaster!”

My mother’s voice was thin and hoarse, with a hint of desperate pleading. She reached out and pushed against my chest. Due to exhaustion, those movements were more like sensual caresses.

Instead of backing down, I pressed my entire body weight onto her large, soft breasts, feeling the full flesh spread outwards under my pressure, forming a visually striking and sensual curve.

”Isn’t it better that you’re pregnant? Mom, let that father see. You’re carrying his own son’s seed. I’m going to let all of this flow down your cervix, filling you up.” I whispered maliciously, deliberately blowing air into her ear.

Startled, she shuddered. As the penis finally withdrew completely under her forceful squeeze, accompanied by a wet, slippery “plop,” a stream of liquid mixed with semen gushed out like a burst dam, leaving a winding, wet, white trail on the inner thigh of her flesh-colored stockings.

Mom finally caught her breath and staggered as she tried to get out of bed to go to the bathroom, but I grabbed her shoulder.

She turned her head, her once dignified and loving eyes now filled with anger and despair.

She finally recalled the nightmare she had experienced from being drugged and raped by a thief—the familiar scent, the savage force—everything matched up.

”It really was you…you beast! I gave birth to you and raised you, and this is how you treat me…let’s pretend nothing happened tonight. Get out of here, and never touch me again!”

She cursed as she tried to kick me away with her fleshy feet covered in semen, but I grabbed her ankles precisely and pulled her hot, sultry feet in front of me.

”I won’t let you have it, but your feet are mine tonight. Mom, help me get it out one more time, and I’ll let you go.”

My eyes were filled with a morbid fascination with those feet.

Seeing my serious expression, my mother trembled slightly with fear, and finally gave in to my intimidation.

She leaned against the headboard in humiliation, her legs curled up, and her feet, completely covered by sheer flesh-colored stockings, were displayed in the center of my vision.

I lowered my head, my nose almost touching the sweat-dampened nylon fibers. A rich, pungent scent, a blend of mature woman’s body odor and the tangy, sweaty aroma of her toes, wafted towards me. It was practically the world’s most potent aphrodisiac.

I opened my mouth and roughly licked the pads of my toes, which were slightly deformed by the stockings. Through the elastic fabric, I could clearly feel the outline of each toe.

The mother screamed at the sudden intrusion, her toes twitching violently inside her stockings as she tried to escape.

But I increased the intensity, my tongue pushing open the tiny gap in the stockings, probing between the hidden toes, and forcefully sucking the moist heat and fragrance there.

”Ugh…no…it’s dirty there…don’t lick there…” Her instep was stretched straight.

Nude stockings, due to their tightness, present a semi-transparent and extremely alluring skin-like texture.

As I watched her feet twitch with shame, a twisted pleasure filled my heart.

I brought her wet, warm feet together and sandwiched my now erect penis between her soles.

The feeling was incredibly wonderful. The arch of my feet perfectly matched the shape of my glans. As I rubbed with my hands, my two fleshy feet began to slide up and down my penis, my toes constantly squeezing the sensitive coronal sulcus.

Due to the intense battle just now, the sweat on her feet had completely soaked through her stockings.

This became the best lubricant, and together with the clear prostatic fluid I secreted, each friction produced a sticky “slurp…slurp” sound.

My mother had her eyes closed, and her long eyelashes trembled constantly.

She seemed to be trying her best to endure the humiliation, but her nimble toes betrayed her.

The muscles in my feet, honed from wearing high heels for so long, were unconsciously gripping my penis; their elasticity and warmth far surpassed any other famous instrument.

The penis thrust wildly between the soaked flesh-colored stockings. I saw that the originally dry nylon fabric had become uneven and translucent due to the large amount of pre-excess fluid, and I could even see the reddish blood on the soles of the feet inside.

Each time her toes brushed against my glans, a jolt of electric pleasure shot through me. I frantically increased the frequency, gripping her ankles tightly with both hands, treating those jade feet, which bore the weight of maternal love and lust, as the most despicable tool for venting my desires.

The smell in the air grew stronger, an ultimate lewd mix of semen, vaginal fluid, sweat, and the stench of stockings.

”Mom… your feet can grip tighter than your vagina… look, they’ve been soaked through by your son’s fluids…” I growled, sensing the impending climax.

In one corner of the bed, the father let out a muffled groan, his body turning violently due to inertia, the heavy down comforter rubbing against him with a loud “rustling” sound.

In that instant, the mother’s body seemed to be frozen in place. Her back, which had been trembling slightly from pleasure, suddenly stiffened. Her delicate face, flushed and covered in sweat, turned deathly pale. Her eyes widened, and her pupils contracted sharply in the shadows as she stared intently at her husband’s broad back just inches away.

I quickly released her black-stockinged feet and lay on top of her, my warm chest pressed against her full breasts that had stopped heaving due to tension. I could clearly feel the frantic beating of her heart beneath that thin skin. That feeling of impending doom was like the most potent aphrodisiac, making my penis unusually hard, with veins throbbing wildly at the wet tip.

The silence lasted for several seconds until the father’s steady, slightly snoring breathing echoed again in the narrow space. Only then did the mother let out a long breath like a fish out of water, and her tense shoulders slumped.

Her long legs, tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings, remained curled up due to the extreme tension she had just experienced. Her toes frantically scratched at the sheets within the delicate nylon fibers, making extremely faint hissing sounds.

Without any hesitation, I grabbed her thighs, which were still elastic due to years of exercise, and roughly pried them apart.

Her already tattered nightgown was piled up at her waist, revealing her private area, which was red and swollen from frequent impacts.

I held onto the monstrous penis, feeling its scalding heat from extreme engorgement, and thrust my hips forward, squeezing the massive glans back into the already muddy little hole in one go.

”Waaah…no…your dad’s waking up…”

My mother was forced to tilt her head back, her slender neck outlining a fragile curve in the dim light. Her voice was suppressed to a very low pitch, a mixture of soft moans and sobs, spilling intermittently from between her two swollen, bitten lips. Her hands rested weakly on my shoulders, but it felt more like a coy, inviting caress.

”He’s sleeping soundly, don’t worry, he won’t wake up.”

I whispered in her ear, my warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, causing her to shudder slightly.

I wasn’t in a hurry to thrust wildly. Instead, I patiently let my penis rub slowly against the warm, tight passage, feeling the countless layers of mucous membrane folds sucking at my edges like countless tiny hands. The pleasure of being completely enveloped made my scalp tingle with ecstasy.

My large hand slid down her waistline and kneaded her two soft, white buttocks, which kept changing shape with my movements.

My mother’s buttocks were oozing between my fingers, soft, smooth, and full of elasticity. Due to the intense exercise just now, her mature body exuded a rich, mature woman’s fragrance, mixed with a faint smell of sweat and the unique scent of flesh-colored stockings soaked with foot sweat. This sultry and intoxicating aroma filled my nostrils.

I exerted force with my waist and abdomen, controlling my penis to begin its wide, sweeping thrusts in and out.

”Slap! Slap!”

The dull, rhythmic sounds of flesh colliding filled the room, each thrust penetrating deep to the very bottom, the enormous glans slamming against her cervix, which was clenched with fear.

With each withdrawal, the penis would leave behind a string of glistening, translucent strands. The vaginal fluids, gushing out in large quantities due to the orgasm, slid down the base of my penis, soaking my thick pubic hair. Then, they would slowly flow down the gap between my thighs and onto the dark sheets, leaving sticky, shiny trails.

In just over ten seconds, the sweet yet slightly pungent scent of yin essence in the air became even stronger.

That’s the taste of my mother, a woman who has been dignified her whole life, now sitting next to her husband, being thoroughly fucked by her own son.

I stopped, panting heavily. Sweat streamed down my forehead and landed on her eyelashes, which were tightly closed in shame.

I spread her already reddened thighs and continued to thrust deeper. The flesh inside her vagina was indeed very tight, a result of the body’s instinctive resistance and desire for pleasure. Every inch of tender flesh was frantically contracting and chewing, trying to completely strangle the intruder.

I looked down and saw her ankles, encased in flesh-colored stockings, limply resting on my waist. Her insteps were taut, and the nylon material rubbed against the skin between my legs as I thrust into her. The combination of roughness and delicacy in her touch made this immoral experience even more vivid.

My mother is indeed a beauty. Even though she is over forty, her legs, her vagina, and her buttocks still exude a voluptuous beauty that comes with age.

I thrust my penis in and out faster, my fingers groping haphazardly in that muddy patch of grass. Finally, I pinpointed a small, erect bud, about the size of a red bean.

I tried pinching it and mischievously flicked it left and right with my fingertips. The extremely sensitive feedback instantly made my mother let out a rapid whimper, and her whole body trembled violently as if she had been struck by a high-voltage electric shock.

”Ah…ha…there…no…”

She twisted her body unconsciously, and due to extreme pleasure, the hand that was originally on my shoulder turned into a tight scratch, leaving several long red marks on my back with her nails.

I rubbed the clitoris even more recklessly, rotating and pressing my fingers on the engorged little fleshy spot, even deliberately pulling at the thin foreskin.

With just a little effort, her vagina would contract incessantly, the fine, layered muscles gripping my penis as if yearning for deeper penetration.

I was breathing heavily with pleasure, and the frequency of my lower body was so fast that it left a trail of afterimages.

The mother had clearly become completely accustomed to the feeling of being filled with a penis; her gaze gradually became unfocused, and her consciousness slowly sank into the extreme shame and pleasure.

She began to unconsciously sway her hips, actively responding to each of my thrusts, her groins frantically rubbing upwards, trying to find the point of leverage that could completely break her down.

The flesh-colored stockings that had been covering her feet were now clinging tightly to her soles and toes due to sweat and other liquids, and the dark patch on the soles of her feet indicated how much she was sweating.

I freed one hand and grabbed that exquisite, translucent foot encased in stockings, feeling the warm, slightly twitching arch beneath the nylon membrane. The lewd sensation, infused with the pungent smell of athlete’s foot, completely shattered my last shred of reason.

Faced with such a wanton mother, I had no more pity. I viciously twisted her swollen, shiny clitoris while frantically whipping her everted, lewd little hole.

The sounds of the penis repeatedly penetrating the core of the vagina, along with the wet, slurping sounds from the excessive fluid, rose and fell, becoming deafeningly loud in the quiet night.

The mother’s breathing had turned into short, arrhythmic screams. Although she still desperately covered her mouth with her hands, those sweet, lewd sounds still slipped out from between her fingers, playing the most absurd lustful symphony next to the father’s steady breathing.

My movements grew increasingly wild, each time reaching the very root of my penis. My mother’s breasts swayed wildly with each thrust, and her once pale face was now flushed with an almost sickly redness.

Her eyes were completely vacant; she could only feel that deep inside, something thick, long, and scalding hot was repeatedly tearing at and filling her dignity.

Her small feet, encased in stockings, kicked weakly in the air before finally hooking tightly around my lower back. Her toes curled up inside the stockings, almost spasming, and the nylon fabric made a soft, irritating sound as it rubbed against me.

I could feel her body temperature rising steadily. Her pussy was incredibly hot from the excessive friction, and copious amounts of love juice sprayed onto my legs with each withdrawal, sliding over those taut muscles.

My father seemed to move again, but I didn’t care anymore.

I reveled in the thrill of being discovered at any moment. My large hand moved from her clitoris to her neck, pinching it slightly, forcing her to turn her face, filled with lust and terror, toward the moonlight.

In that pale light, I saw the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her lips trembling slightly as she approached orgasm, and her slightly swollen, engorged belly.

The muscles there were pulsating with a strange rhythm as I thrust in and out.

As I made my final, almost frantic sprint, my mother’s body suddenly jerked upwards, her entire being taut like a fully drawn bow.

Her eyes rolled upwards, revealing large areas of white, and a suppressed, hoarse cry burst from deep within her throat.

I felt that deep little hole was undergoing an unprecedentedly violent spasm, and the layers of sensitive flesh inside seemed to come alive, writhing and squeezing wildly on my glans.

Almost at the same time, I also felt that surging desire. I roared and thrust my penis deep into her, pressing my entire body against hers.

The scalding semen was injected into her deep uterine cavity in several large doses, each ejaculation carrying a ruthless intent to completely fill and mark her.

My mother trembled violently beneath me, her small feet, encased in stockings, frantically scratching at my calves as my semen was ejaculated, before falling limply to the sheets.

A large amount of milky white semen overflowed from her already gaping vaginal opening, mixed with the glistening vaginal fluid, and dripped down her buttocks, which were reddened from frequent friction, onto the pillow not far from where her father was sleeping.

We remained in that position, breathing heavily in the darkness, the air thick with the sweet, pungent smell of semen, the astringent smell of sweaty feet, and the strong odor of nylon stockings.

I looked down at my mother. Her eyes slowly regained a glimmer of clarity, but it was quickly replaced by immense emptiness and resignation.

She turned her head and looked at her husband, who was still fast asleep. Tears silently streamed down her face, soaking the silk nightgown piled up at her waist. Beneath that nightgown, her little hole, which I had filled to the brim with my semen, was still shamelessly sucking at her with the inertia of its muscles.

I slowly zipped up my pants, the “sizzle” of the metal zipper sliding through the teeth sounding particularly jarring in the deathly silent bedroom.

In the center of the bed, Mom looked like a delicate doll that had been played with. Her once neat black hair was now disheveled, and a few strands of hair were wet with sweat and stuck to her face, which looked somewhat dazed due to the extreme orgasm and fear.

Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, the lingering afterglow still present in her pupils. Between her two labia, which were red and swollen from being frequently stretched open, thick, milky-white semen slowly oozed out along the folds of the mucous membrane, reflecting a nauseating yet dopamine-fueled, lewd glow in the moonlight.

I looked down at the woman who gave me life, a cruel and wicked smile curving my lips.

”Mom’s pussy tastes really good, I’ll come here often… Oh, Mom, we’ve dirtied the bed, remember to clean it up.”

Upon hearing the word “clean up,” the mother’s body trembled almost imperceptibly, and her toes, tense with shame, curled up tightly inside her flesh-colored stockings.

I didn’t leave immediately. Instead, I took out my phone from my pocket, and the cold light from the screen illuminated her naked body covered in red marks in every detail.

”Click, click”

The continuous clicking of camera shutters filled the air as I greedily captured every perfect angle: those snow-white breasts, their skin marked with fingertips, rising and falling slightly with each breath; that slender waist, gleaming like porcelain in the moonlight; and most importantly—that cunt, constantly swallowing and spitting out thick semen, twitching slightly from excessive humiliation.

I even recorded a 30-second video clip, with the camera zooming in to show the milky white liquid sliding down her buttocks and dripping onto the floor, forming obscene flowers.

”Look how beautiful they are, Mom. What do you think Father’s expression would be if he saw these?”

I shoved my phone screen in front of her, and her wanton moans could be clearly heard in the video.

My mother tried to reach out to cover herself in fear, but withdrew her hand the moment she met my cold gaze. She could only resign herself to her fate and close her eyes, two lines of clear tears silently sliding down her temples.

Back in my room, the illicit pleasure didn’t subside after the release; instead, it burned like wildfire, making me increasingly agitated.

As I lay in bed, the unique mature scent of her vulva, mixed with the sweet and sour aroma of sweat and semen, seemed to still linger around my nose.

My mind is filled with the feeling of her being filled to the brim by my penis, her vaginal muscles sucking and biting wildly, that tightness was so intense it felt like it was drawing my soul in.

I sat up and felt that monstrous thing between my legs pushing against my crotch again.

”Damn it, she really has the body of a slut…” I cursed under my breath, my lust burning.

When I pushed open the door to my parents’ bedroom again, a strong smell of disinfectant hit me.

Mom was kneeling by the bed, holding a wet towel, struggling to wipe the large wet patches on the sheets.

She was wearing a semi-transparent, thin nightgown. As she leaned forward, her heavy breasts were faintly visible inside the neckline, swaying restlessly with her wiping movements.

Seeing me suddenly turn back, she took a few steps back like a startled rabbit, and the towel in her hand fell to the ground with a “thud”.

”What…what are you planning to do now?” Her voice was barely audible, and her eyes were filled with desperate wariness.

”It’s alright, Mom. Take off those stockings and give them to me,” I commanded coldly.

She bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave in to fear.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling as she lifted the stockings at the top of her thighs, and slowly peeled off the flesh-colored pantyhose, which were damp and cold from being soaked with foot sweat and vaginal fluids, following the curves of her full, rounded body.

Because nylon is extremely thin, it produces a fine and dense “ripping” sound when torn, which sounds particularly erotic in the quiet of the night.

Finally, she tossed the stockings, still warm from her body and carrying her pungent, erotic scent, into my hand.

Back in my bedroom, I locked the door. The flesh-colored nylon fabric in my hand was still warm. Kneading it in my palm, the delicate and slightly sticky texture sent rushes of blood to my head.

I opened my phone again and brought up the photos I had just taken.

On the cold, bright screen, her body appeared both sacred and obscene.

Especially that close-up shot, where she spreads her legs, looking at the camera pleadingly, while her pink vulva shamelessly spews out a thick stream of white fluid—that’s my seed.

Looking at her innocent yet lustful face in the photo, my right hand impatiently grasped my throbbing, enormous penis and began to frantically masturbate it.

I think I should try to train her properly, to make my mom submit to my huge cock, willingly kneel down and become my personal sex toy, receive my semen, and even shake her ass and beg me to fuck her, how interesting that would be.

I leaned closer and took a deep breath. The scent of sweat from a mature woman’s feet, mixed with the intense, almost overwhelming smell of semen emanating from the crotch of her stockings, instantly extinguished my reason.

So I made up my mind to turn my mother into a sex slave with huge breasts and a horny cunt, to make her crave my cock all the time, to spread her horny cunt or horny asshole and beg me to fill her with my cum.

Damn, I’m totally smitten.

The mission to fuck and subdue mom has officially begun.

”Mom…you slutty bitch…you were born to be fucked to pieces by me…” I growled as I tightly wrapped the sweaty stockings around my penis.

The mesh of the stockings rubbed against the urethral opening, and the fine, granular texture sent a continuous electric current through him.

I imagine myself standing behind her right now, inhaling the fragrance of her neck, and in front of my sleeping father, forcibly tearing away her dignity once again.

Pleasure surged like a tidal wave, my muscles tensed, and I let out a wild, animalistic gasp.

With the last few almost spasmodic strokes, my huge penis shuddered violently, and a large gush of hot and thick semen spurted out, all of it shooting onto that flesh-colored stocking.

The semen seeped through the thin nylon fibers, leaving mottled white marks on the fabric. Some of it dripped down the edges of the stockings due to the excess, splashing onto the floor.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I heard a faint sound of water coming from the bathroom.

I know that my mother was washing her body, trying to wash away the marks I left behind.

I sneered, grabbed the stocking that was covered in my semen and was even a little hard, and strode towards the bathroom.

Pushing open the door, the bathroom was filled with steam.

My mother was standing naked under the showerhead, the hot water washing over her delicate body covered in red marks.

When she saw me come in, she tried to grab a towel in alarm, but I beat her to it and threw the wet, sticky stockings at her feet.

”Thank you, Mom! Please wash these dirty things as well.”

She froze on the spot, looking down at the stockings at her feet, completely stained with her son’s semen, and felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Looking at her, so angry yet unable to speak out, trembling with grievance, my ambition to “subdue her” grew even stronger.

This is just the beginning. I want her not only to obey me physically, but also to have her soul etched with the shape of my penis, until she’s swaying her ass, kneeling on the ground, and begging me with her alluring stockinged feet to ravage her perpetually insatiable cunt.