Chapter 4: Penetrating Mother's Uterus on the Balcony in Front of Father (Revised)

The faint light of dawn pierced through the gaps in the heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains in the living room, casting a slanted shadow on the dark wooden floor. Tiny dust particles floated in the air, dancing irregularly within the beams of light.

My father was sitting hunched over beside the ancient-style root carving tea table, holding a pair of pruning shears in his hand. He was staring intently at a gnarled and twisted pine tree, his movements slow and heavy, as if this inanimate object was his only bloodline.

As I descended the stairs, the stair treads made a slight creaking sound. He didn’t even lift his head; his gaze merely swept coldly across my trouser leg, his eyes filled with a numbness and detachment eroded by the passage of time.

This deathly silence, ironically, gave me a distorted sense of freedom, as if I were the one in this house who could do whatever I wanted.

In this suffocating atmosphere, Mom came out of the kitchen carrying fried eggs and noodles.

Today she wore an extremely form-fitting light pink floral dress, with a pale yellow apron over it. The apron’s ties accentuated her already slender waist, making it appear even more delicate, but in contrast, they made her ripe breasts look even more magnificent.

As she moved, her two plump mounds of flesh swayed violently under the thin fabric, like two mischievous white rabbits eager to break free of their cocoons. The nipples at the tips of her breasts were supported by two small bumps on the fine cotton cloth, appearing and disappearing.

Her round and pert buttocks swayed under the hem of her apron, her curves so full they seemed to burst through the seams, giving off a warm, fleshy scent unique to mature women that could be smelled from afar, trapped within the fabric.

My father filled every available space on the balcony with his plants, and the layers of orchids, asparagus ferns, and clivia made the already cramped space look chaotic.

The mother frowned slightly, her slender fingers gripping the clothes hanger, and muttered a few complaints about where there was nowhere to stand.

Without turning his head, the father sternly shouted, “Stop babbling! Go and move those heavier potted plants in the corner!”

I mechanically chewed the fried egg in my mouth, the salty aroma of the egg spreading on my tongue, but my gaze remained fixed on my mother’s deep, bottomless cleavage as she bent over.

I put down my chopsticks, wiped my mouth, and pretended to be obedient as I moved closer.

”Dad, let me lend a hand. Mom can’t carry it all by herself.” My voice was calm, but a burning desire had already ignited within me. The penis that had been dormant all morning began to throb restlessly in my underwear the moment I saw her bend over.

In the corner of the balcony, the sunlight appeared somewhat dim due to the dense vegetation blocking it.

My mother was struggling to move a huge pot of asparagus fern. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and tiny beads of sweat clung to their tips. In the light and shadow, she looked pure and delicate.

I crept up behind her silently, and a scent mingled with sunlight, earth, and her mature, alluring fragrance wafted towards me, a scent more intoxicating than any strong liquor.

Taking advantage of the moment when my father’s back was turned to us, I slipped my hand under her tight floral dress.

When his fingertips touched the smooth, silky skin on the inside of her thigh, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her body tensed up abruptly, and the potted plant she hadn’t yet placed down made a loud clatter.

She opened her mouth in terror, but before the scream could even escape her throat, I had already freed my other hand and covered her mouth tightly, forcibly pressing her between the cold aluminum alloy railing of the balcony and my chest.

”Shh—don’t shout, Mom. Father is just a few meters away watching his precious Orchid. If you make a sound, he’ll turn around and see his darling son rubbing his wife’s pussy.” I whispered maliciously in her ear.

My breath sprayed onto her sensitive earlobe, and I could clearly see a dense layer of goosebumps rising on the delicate skin of her neck.

”Mom, did you wash your pussy clean in the bathroom last night?” My hand was already shamelessly groping her private parts.

My arms billowed the floral dress in an exaggerated arc, and my mother nodded, her eyes brimming with glistening tears.

The look in his eyes, a mixture of shame and fear, actually greatly satisfied my perverse possessiveness.

Her delicate body trembled slightly in my arms, and with each struggle, her buttocks rubbed even more tightly against my crotch.

”You washed it? But Mom, you’re a little horny today, no… I have to check.” My rough, long fingers skillfully parted the thin barrier along the lace edge of her panties.

The initial touch felt like a hot, damp patch of mud.

That was the lustful fluid from my fucking last night, mixed with the bodily fluids secreted this morning, soaking the lush forest into a muddy mess.

I roughly turned her face and silenced her pleading red lips with a kiss.

My tongue, like a slippery snake, forcefully pried open her teeth and swept wildly inside her mouth.

My mother’s eyes, which had become somewhat dazed due to lack of oxygen, began to glaze over. Her hands, which had been pushing me away, inexplicably gripped the hem of my clothes under the extreme stimulation of immorality.

Our saliva mingled during our intense sucking, making a blush-inducing “tsk tsk” sound. The glistening liquid slid down the corners of her delicate lips, dripping onto her pale yellow apron and spreading out as dark stains.

My middle finger found the clitoris, which was already swollen from congestion, and gave it a firm squeeze, while my other finger easily probed into the narrow, tight, and moist opening.

The suffocating feeling of being instantly enveloped by warm, sticky membranes made me gasp.

”It’s wet… Ha, I knew it.” I released her mouth and instead took her earlobe into my mouth, gently grinding it with my teeth.

My fingers moved slowly in and out of her vagina, making a “gurgling” sound as they stirred the water.

My mother’s waist arched upwards sharply due to the stimulation, which was her body’s most honest reaction—this woman who verbally rejected me had already become overflowing with lustful fluids due to the stimulation of this affair.

”Mom, you’re really horny. You get wet just from being touched. You want a man’s cock again after not being fucked for a while, huh?” As I went deeper with my fingers, that horny hole seemed to come alive and tightly gripped my knuckles.

Each thrust brought out a thick, clear liquid that dripped down the base of my fingers and onto the instep of her stockinged feet.

She bit her lip, her delicate appearance—wanting to scream but not daring to, only able to let her tears wet her eyelashes—was simply the most delicious aphrodisiac in the world.

”Don’t you want to? Then why are you so wet?” I went even further, putting two fingers together and pressing them directly against her cervix, where it was contracting wildly, releasing mouthful after mouthful of lustful nectar.

I felt my fingertips completely overwhelmed by that warm torrent. My mother’s body went limp in my arms, and the streams of her vaginal fluid slid down my palm and into my sleeve, sticky and hot.

”Hiss…you’re spitting out water?” I looked at her face, which was slightly dazed from extreme pleasure, and finally couldn’t hold back anymore. I unbuttoned my pants with one hand and pulled out my rock-hard, veiny penis.

The burning hot glans pressed against her rounded thighs covered by her tight dress, rubbing wildly through the thin fabric, trying to find a warm and dark place to belong.

”Okay, okay, I was wrong. Mom isn’t horny, I was just talking nonsense. Mom doesn’t want a cock to fuck her, it’s my cock… I miss your horny cunt so much.” I exerted force again, squeezing my huge glans into the already soaked crevice between her thighs, each thrust causing the delicate skin on her inner thighs to tremble.

On this balcony, where my father could discover me at any moment, I brazenly defiled his nominal wife. This revelry, teetering on the edge of a moral precipice, amplified my sexual pleasure exponentially.

”Ugh…no…don’t touch me…” She bit the back of her hand, her voice muffled and small, and her little bottom moved forward, trying to escape the evil fingers.

But how could she possibly escape?

I pulled her back by her legs, pulled out my penis and slapped her pussy twice, forcefully drawing out her pussy fluid to spread evenly on her anus. After spreading it on her anus, I spread it on her buttocks, making them wet and slippery. She groaned from the itch, and after regaining her senses, she bit the back of my hand again.

I stood by the bookshelf behind the balcony, hugging my mother tightly from behind. I pulled my pants down to my knees, my thick, long, hard penis fully exposed to the air, its veins bulging as it gently throbbed against her soft buttocks.

I whispered in her ear, without any attempt to hide my feelings, “Mom, I want to fuck you. I want to put my cock in your little hole right now and fuck you until you cry.”

These words were so explicit and direct that Mom’s face instantly burned even redder, and her snow-white earlobes were tinged with crimson. Her wet, honeyed orifice tightened around my finger that was inserted inside her due to shame and stimulation, like a greedy little mouth sucking and licking. The layers of tender flesh tightly wrapped around my knuckles, biting my tailbone and making me feel a tingling sensation, almost making me ejaculate on the spot.

As if punishing her, I lowered my head and bit her delicate neck, leaving faint red marks on her skin with my teeth, while my other hand forcefully pulled down her long trousers.

I pulled the soft gray cotton trousers down to the middle of her thighs, just enough to reveal her plump, juicy buttocks and inner thighs, but not so low that they fell off completely. The waistband sat below her rounded buttocks, making her look exceptionally lewd.

The panties she wore were light pink lace low-rise briefs with openwork patterns clinging tightly to her snow-white skin. They were already soaked with her vaginal fluid, and the semi-transparent fabric clung to her labia, outlining the shape of her full vulva.

I roughly pulled it down to the same position on her pants, the wet fabric clinging to her inner thighs, swaying slightly with her trembling.

When the finger was pulled out, it made a sticky “pop” sound, and the glistening, viscous strands stretched out for a long time before breaking.

I pinched her plump buttocks with both hands, my fingertips sinking deep into the soft flesh as if I were pinching a warm cotton candy, and commanded, “Mom, turn your back and stick your butt out.”

Now that things have come to this, even if she’s unwilling, she knows I’m already on the verge of success, and my thick, hard penis is ready to thrust into her body at any moment.

She had no choice but to compromise, yet she was so ashamed that she almost cried. She gripped the bookshelf tightly with one hand, her knuckles turning white from the force, while her other hand covered her mouth.

Because our balcony was completely open on the first floor, and people could pass by at any time, she dared not make a sound. She could only muffle all her sobs and gasps in her palms, her warm breath spraying onto her fingers.

I held my burning hot penis, the glans rubbing back and forth against her wet, slippery vulva. Soon, the urethral opening was covered with her gushing vaginal fluid, glistening like it was coated with honey.

I wasn’t in a hurry to actually insert it. I just deliberately held the shaft and poked her thick labia, turning the two tender flesh apart to reveal the pink opening and the constantly opening and closing little hole inside. Or I would slowly circle around the opening, and when the edge of the glans scraped against her sensitive clitoris, her whole body would shudder, and her buttocks would tremble and tighten in my hand.

Occasionally, I would mischievously push in a little bit, only slightly widening the opening so that the tip of my glans was enveloped by warm, tender flesh, before immediately pulling it out, bringing with it a stream of viscous, lustful fluid that slowly flowed down her inner thighs.

I kneaded her pert, round buttocks with both hands, feeling their amazing elasticity and softness in my palms. My fingertips occasionally slipped to the entrance of her vagina, catching a long, glistening strand of mucus, which I maliciously smeared onto her tightly closed anus.

She shuddered as I played with her like that, her pink chrysanthemum buds twitching slightly from the strange stimulation, like a shy little mouth breathing, and her vagina gushed out more hot, lustful fluid, making her entire inner thighs wet and shiny.

”Mom, as long as you can squeeze me between your thighs and make me ejaculate, I won’t go inside you…” I said deliberately in a teasing tone, while inserting my thick, long penis between her closed legs and rubbing it quickly against her wet, slippery labia.

My mother was so ashamed she almost fainted, but she was also afraid that I would actually penetrate her directly, so she could only bite her lower lip, suppress her sobs, and slowly squeeze her snow-white and plump thighs together.

Those legs were smooth and delicate from wearing stockings all year round, the flesh soft and elastic, tightly clamping my penis between them, like a warm pair of meat clamps wrapping around it.

I began thrusting hard between her legs, deliberately making the head of my penis slam heavily against her labia each time. Several times, because the angle was too tricky, the purplish-red head of my penis directly forced open her wet and soft opening, inserting a small section of it, filling the front of her tender hole completely, and then suddenly pulling it out the next second, making a lewd “pop pop” sound.

She was so frightened that her whole body tensed up. Soft sobs escaped from between her fingers covering her mouth. Her eyes were wet as she glanced back at me, filled with a complex mix of shame, fear, and a secret pleasure.

Her vagina honestly opened and closed, continuously secreting more and more vaginal fluid, making my penis, her labia, and the inside of her thighs sticky and shiny, like they were coated with a thick layer of honey.

I looked down at my thick, hard penis, watching the lewd scene of it repeatedly entering and exiting between my mother’s snow-white, plump thighs.

The bulging veins and coiled shaft of my penis, resembling a dragon, were tightly gripped by her soft yet firm thighs. With each deep thrust, I could feel the tender flesh of her two snow-white inner thighs enveloping my shaft like warm silk, squeezing and rubbing layer upon layer, bringing waves of breathtaking pleasure.

Each time my glans slammed into the deepest part of her vagina, it would grind hard against her already swollen and burning clitoris. The once delicate and pink little bead was now red and swollen from my relentless grinding, as engorged with blood like a ripe cherry, its surface glistening with lustful fluid. Each grinding caused her sensitive body to tremble violently in spasms. Her two plump buttocks were taut under my kneading hands, then suddenly relaxed, as if silently begging for mercy, yet also subconsciously welcoming my invasion, inviting me to play with her more deeply.

Each violent thrust brought out more sticky, transparent, lustful threads from between her already soaked legs. The silvery threads were stretched very long, trembling and swaying in the air, before finally breaking and dripping onto the cold tile floor of the balcony, making a soft but clear “plop, plop” sound.

The sounds echoed in the quiet balcony space, like lewd rhythms, reminding us of the forbidden and exciting act that the mother and son were engaged in.

My mother’s inner thighs were already slick with my penis and her own vaginal fluids. Her snow-white thighs were covered with glistening fluids, shimmering with a lewd glow in the sunlight. The hem of her floral skirt was slightly lifted by the movement between her legs, vaguely revealing the base of her two long, beautiful legs. The skin on her inner thighs was as delicate as cream, but it was flushed with a pinkish hue due to extreme shame and pleasure.

The mother’s breathing became more and more rapid and disordered. The knuckles of the finger she was using to cover her mouth turned white from the excessive force, and the fingertips trembled slightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress the lewd moans that were about to burst out of her mouth.

Her snow-white nape was now tinged with an alluring pink, and her earlobes were so red they looked as if they were about to bleed, like two ripe rubies, trembling slightly.

She was so ashamed that she wanted to die immediately and escape this dangerous place exposed on the balcony. However, in this extremely dangerous and exciting environment, her body betrayed her will. Her body became weaker and weaker as she leaned against me. The muscles in her thighs, which should have been clenched in resistance, unconsciously tightened, squeezing my penis even tighter, as if her vagina was jealous of the treatment between her legs and longed to be filled in just as roughly.

The forbidden pleasure of being dominated by her son, deep within her heart, surged like waves, making her unable to extricate herself from it. The tender flesh between her legs contracted repeatedly, as if trying to completely drain my penis and force out all my hot semen.

It was about time, and my gaze fell on the front-loading washing machine lying horizontally in the corner of the balcony.

The white fuselage reflected the sunlight, as if silently inviting us to continue our erotic games.

I gripped my mother’s incredibly slender waist tightly with one hand, my palm almost completely enveloping her soft flesh. My fingertips dug into the thin fabric beneath her skirt, feeling the heat and trembling of her skin.

Then, without any mercy, I roughly pressed her forward, and her delicate body immediately tilted forward, her upper body lying on the cold washing machine lid.

The light pink floral dress stretched taut from the sudden movement, the fabric clinging to her round, plump buttocks as if about to tear, perfectly outlining the contours of her fleshy, full buttocks.

The dress, made of thin and breathable tulle, became semi-transparent due to its tightness, revealing the edge of her pure white lace panties underneath. These panties were pressed deep into her buttocks by her plump flesh, and the base of her two snow-white thighs was completely exposed to the air. Her thighs trembled slightly due to tension, and a layer of fine goosebumps rose on her skin.

My mother’s long, slender, snow-white legs trembled slightly with sudden fear and anticipation. Her toes nervously scratched at the cold tile floor, making a soft, rustling sound, as if telling of her inner turmoil and secret desire.

Her snow-white legs were slightly parted due to her prone position, and the remaining vaginal fluid between her legs slowly flowed down her inner thighs, leaving wet and shiny marks on her snow-white thighs. In the sunlight, her leg flesh emitted an alluring pinkish glow.

I stood behind her, my chest pressed tightly against her bent back. Because of this close contact, I could clearly feel the frantic pounding of her heart in her ribs, beating as fast as a dying sparrow, pounding against her chest as if it were about to break free of its restraints at any moment.

Her muscles were spasming slightly, especially her plump buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in her skirt and trembled slightly, as if silently inviting me to continue my violation.

Just then, Mom could no longer resist the intense pleasure accumulating from the leg intercourse. Her body suddenly trembled violently, and a surge of heat flowed from deep within her vagina, dripping down between her legs. Her clitoris, which had been crushed and was now red and swollen, reached its limit. She arched her back as if electrocuted, her upper body on the washing machine twisting desperately. The hem of her floral dress flipped up due to her movements, revealing her plump lower body.

She finally released her hand from her mouth, and in its place burst out an uncontrollable moan from deep within her throat: “Ah… I can’t take it anymore… Binbin… Mommy’s going to… going to climax… Ahhh… So good… Ahhh… Please… Please put it in… Mommy’s pussy is so empty… I want your big cock so badly… Put it in hard… Ahhhhhh!”

Her voice was choked with sobs, yet filled with extreme lewdness and pleading. Her seductive voice echoed on the balcony, her cheeks flushed as if on fire, her eyes half-closed and watery, her tongue unconsciously darting out from the corner of her mouth, saliva dripping from her chin. She was completely immersed in the frenzied desire on the verge of orgasm. Her plump buttocks, encased in her floral dress, thrust wildly backward, trying to swallow more of my penis between her legs, but then completely collapsed at the moment of orgasm. Her thighs spasmed, clamping my shaft tightly, and her juices gushed out from between her legs, wetting the washing machine and the floor. Her whole body trembled violently, her breasts swaying under her dress, her nipples hardening against the fabric, completely exposing her lewd nature as a mother.

Since my mother invited me, of course I should oblige.

I forcefully pried open those two plump, soft buttocks, pressed my enormous glans against that narrow crevice, and with a deep downward thrust of my waist, my penis pushed open the already everted and wet labia and squeezed into that warm, moist passage.

With a “plop,” the sound of the liquid entering flesh was exceptionally clear on the quiet balcony.

The mother bit her hand hard, choking back the sob.

I didn’t insert it all the way in; most of my penis was still outside. I just gently rubbed and bumped it against that sensitive soft flesh with the glans and tip.

This torment of being both close and distant made her increasingly sensitive. I could feel her pussy spasming and contracting wildly, the layers of folds like countless tiny hands tightly gripping my glans, trying to swallow me whole.

My hand slipped inside the neckline of her dress in an extremely savage manner.

The bra was made of silk and had a layer of soft sponge inside, which became warm due to her increased body temperature.

I pinched those two bouncy breasts hard through their bra, feeling their plumpness that had actually increased after breastfeeding.

I pulled the edge of the bra up forcefully, and the pair of snow-white, round breasts completely popped out. They drooped slightly due to gravity, and the two red bean-like nipples at the top stood up high in surprise.

I held those two mounds of flesh as if I were holding the reins that controlled her body. With each slight thrust of my hips, my full breasts swayed in the air, creating waves of flesh.

”Hiss… Mom, your little hole… smells much better than an orchid.” I breathed heavily in her ear, my hand caressing her tight lower abdomen, feeling the rise and fall of her abdominal muscles caused by the thrusting.

Her vagina was now a mess. Thick vaginal fluid flowed slowly down the base of my penis and down her flesh-colored stockinged thighs, eventually gathering into glistening droplets that splashed onto the floor next to the washing machine with a “plop,” leaving a small water stain that was slippery and had a sweet, sensual scent.

I swirled my penis twice, using the sweet and sticky vaginal fluid as lubrication, and then thrust it deep inside.

At that moment, I felt as if I had touched a soft and elastic barrier, her cervix, which had never been truly favored by her father.

I suddenly remembered that I should pretend to be working, so I reached out and pinched her buttocks, which were covered with handprints.

”Let’s tidy up the flowers… Ouch, Mom, why are you clenching your little hole so tightly? Do you want to be fucked?” I said, pointing casually to an expensive Cymbidium goeringii next to me.

”Mom, does this flower need watering?”

Mom glanced back; the orchid was Dad’s precious treasure. She wanted to say something to remind him, but the moment she opened her mouth, I thrust my hips forward, my penis slamming hard into her depths.

”Ah—uh…” Mom covered her mouth again, afraid to make a sound. The delicate moan swirled in her chest and finally turned into a muffled nasal sound.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with the tide of desire, and the tears hanging on her eyelashes looked like shattered diamonds in the sunlight.

I grabbed her left leg and dangled her in an extremely shameful position, her little butt pressed tightly against my lower abdomen.

With my erect penis, I led her slowly across the small balcony.

With each step he took, the penis would thrust in and out of her vagina at varying depths as his body swayed.

The sound of water “squeak, squeak” rose and fell with the footsteps.

Her mother’s skirt swayed gently as she walked, concealing the fleshy rod that was ravaging her body.

We walked to the shelf by the wall, and I gestured for her to get the aluminum kettle.

”Mom, it’s time to get the kettle!” Just as her fingertips touched the kettle handle, I suddenly assumed a horse stance, unleashing a burst of brute force from my waist. My penis, like a red-hot iron rod, precisely pushed open that ring of tight muscles and thrust deeply into her cervix.

The mother’s hand instantly lost all strength, the kettle slipped from her grasp, smashed against the metal rack with a loud clang, and then rolled to the ground.

”What are you doing, you little brat? Be gentle, don’t smash my flowerpots!” The father’s slightly annoyed voice came from the living room, followed by the dragging sound of the wicker chair as he got up.

“Old Deng, I won’t hurt your precious flower…” I replied loudly, with a hint of provocative laughter in my voice.

Her hands squeezed her mother’s already swollen nipples even harder, her nails leaving faint white marks on the delicate areolas.

The mother was so frightened that half of the blush on her face faded. She turned around in horror and could only see that her father had finished cutting the flowers in his hands and had already gotten up.

However, what she didn’t know was that because she was tightly gripping my penis at that moment, the contraction caused by extreme fear made my penis feel painfully bitten, but the pleasure exploded exponentially.

I pinned her against the curtains. My mother had washed the curtains a few days ago, and they still smelled of lavender from the laundry detergent.

I pinched her nipple and teasingly licked her earlobe, which had become cold from nervousness.

My pubic hair roughly scraped against her delicate, jade-like buttocks. With each thrust of my penis, the thick shaft visually resembled an ugly tail growing from between her buttocks, constantly swaying in the air with lewd fluid.

I got so carried away with my fucking that I could even feel her uterine wall spasming violently from my forceful thrusts.

The glans penis, with its soft and forceful movements, forced its way through the originally narrow cervix and directly entered a vast, untouched, warm and pristine area—the depths of the uterus.

The sensation of being completely enveloped by the hot, wet, and suction-filled inner walls made me feel like my soul was about to burst out of my urethra.

The mother’s body suddenly leaned back, her previously dazed eyes now wide open, her mouth agape, but she could only make extremely faint hissing sounds as she inhaled.

I promptly released her breasts and used my sweaty palm to firmly cover her mouth, suppressing her screams along with her self-esteem within the narrow balcony filled with a sense of immorality.

Every tiny throb of the penis inside her uterus sent spasms through the deepest recesses of her body. Copious amounts of vaginal fluid, mixed with the bodily fluids of both of us, dripped like broken pearls onto the messy orchid leaves scattered on the floor.

At that moment, the sound of the father’s steady footsteps, tinged with a hint of doubt, approached from afar on the living room floor.

Every “thump, thump” sound felt like stepping directly on her mother’s heart, which was on the verge of collapse.

The air on the balcony seemed to solidify into a viscous gel at that moment.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of my lips as I yanked the thin, light-blue patterned blackout cloth across my face. With a loud “whoosh,” the blinding sunlight was forcibly blocked out.

The light inside the balcony instantly became dim and ambiguous, with only a few faint rays of light filtering through the edges, outlining the mother’s face, which had turned deathly pale from extreme fear and then flushed red with surging desire.

I did not stop violating him because of my father’s approach.

On the contrary, my waist felt like it was equipped with a never-ending motor, even exerting force deep inside that narrow vagina.

The engorged shaft of the penis ground and spun wildly within the wet, soft vaginal canal.

This action forced open a gap in the already highly dilated cervix, caused by the large glans penis.

I felt the warm, moist uterine lining, with an extremely strong sucking sensation, tightly enveloping my coronal sulcus. The suction force generated by the negative pressure made my head tingle with pleasure.

”Shh… Mom, if you want Dad to see you like this, with your womb ripped apart by your son, then scream out loud. Otherwise… just obediently persuade him to leave, okay?”

I leaned close to her ear, lowered my voice, and every word was hot and breathy, spraying onto her earlobe, which I had already licked until it was red and wet.

My mother’s body trembled violently. Her snow-white legs twitched wildly due to excessive fear and pleasure. Her toes twisted into an exaggerated arc in her slippers, constantly rubbing against the cold tile floor with a “squeak” sound.

The father’s footsteps stopped outside the curtains, separated only by a thin layer of fabric. His shadow, cast on the curtains, appeared tall and imposing.

”Meiru? What are you doing in there? Why did you close the curtain? Where is the little beast?” The father’s voice was tinged with suspicion as he reached out as if to pull the curtain aside.

At that very moment, I pressed my lower back down sharply. The head of my penis underwent an extremely rough, rotating grinding motion deep inside the uterus, as if trying to completely crush that tender uterine cavity.

The mother’s eyes suddenly rolled upwards, revealing large patches of eerie white, and a scream that was almost desperate yet sweet and bitter escaped her throat.

”Aaaaaah!”

Her hands gripped the edge of the bookshelf so tightly that her neatly trimmed nails left several deep scratches on the wooden shelves due to the excessive force.

I covered her mouth tightly, preventing those devastating moans from leaking out.

I gestured for her to reply with my eyes.

Her alluring face was filled with pain and confusion. Sweat dripped down her temples, gathered at her fleshy collarbone, and finally flowed down her neckline, which I had torn askew, into her large, violently shaking breasts.

She barely regained a sliver of her sanity, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

”Honey…no, it’s nothing. Um, Binbin’s helping me tidy up those orchids. Just now, the kettle…um, the kettle wasn’t placed properly. The sun was too strong, I…I was afraid it would damage the flowers, so I put it on…” Before she could finish speaking, my penis thrust hard twice more inside her womb.

The intense, close contact between the flesh produced a dull “plop” sound. The mother’s voice suddenly rose, but at the last moment she forcefully suppressed it into a strange, short breath.

”Oh? Is that so? Don’t let him slack off. Once he’s done getting ready, come out and have breakfast.” The father didn’t seem to suspect anything. His footsteps gradually faded away and eventually disappeared into the living room.

At that moment, my mother seemed to have lost her spine, collapsing weakly into my arms.

However, this paralysis is not the end, but the beginning of utter depravity.

My actions shifted from restraint to madness in that instant.

I no longer cared about any sounds, or even whether her body could handle it.

I was like a tireless pile driver, my feet firmly planted on the ground, my groin slamming heavily against her buttocks, which were red, wet, and gushing silver juice from the continuous thrusting.

”Slap! Slap! Slap!” Each sound of flesh being pierced was crisp and loud.

My penis was completely soaked in her hot vaginal fluid and uterine secretions, and even a thin layer of white foam with a fishy-sweet smell was produced due to the rapid friction.

These bubbles dripped continuously from the base of my throbbing penis onto the expensive Cymbidium orchid, staining its emerald green leaves with a dirty and lewd color.

”Ah…ah…please spare me…your uterus is going to be ruined by your fucking…sob sob…” The mother’s sobs were filled with an undisguised desire.

Her snow-white legs had completely lost their balance and could only kick helplessly in the air. The once-clean stockings at her ankles were now soaked with sweat and splattered vaginal fluid, clinging tightly to her skin and reflecting an oily sheen under the dim light.

Her expression grew increasingly seductive, and her original dignified wifely demeanor had vanished, replaced by a sense of collapse after being utterly ravaged by lust.

”Mom, you’re so beautiful! This face of your orgasm, being fucked into your womb by your own son, is absolutely stunning!” I roared, grabbing her breasts tightly from behind.

The breasts, having been repeatedly ravaged by me, now had a flushed pink color, and the nipples, pinched until they were purplish and swollen, even showing faint signs of lactation due to excessive stimulation.

Like a greedy beast, I thrust my hips recklessly, forcibly stuffing the last inch of my length into the uterine cavity that I had already stretched to its limit.

The mother felt as if a red-hot steel rod had been inserted into her body.

The steel rod not only filled her vagina, but also completely stretched open her most private and sacred uterus, occupying all the space in her abdominal cavity.

The extreme feeling of fullness and bloating gave her the illusion that her body was about to be split in two.

Her body throbbed tirelessly in my arms as if she had been electrocuted.

Every time the penis reached the bottom, she would experience intense soreness and pleasure, causing her muscles to stiffen and her toes to point.

I could feel the incredibly tight uterine walls convulsing wildly.

This twitching wasn’t a normal contraction, but a violent, devouring sensation that seemed to want to suck in my entire penis, crush it, and then completely merge with it.

The feeling of being enveloped, a hundred times tighter than a vagina, made my penis ache. Each withdrawal brought up a large amount of thick, sticky fluid, stretching into several glistening threads in the air.

”It’s not over yet! Catch it!” I growled, and with another forceful thrust, my entire penis was fully inside.

The mother let out a deafening scream, and then her body began to tremble violently, almost like a spasm.

A large amount of vaginal fluid, along with the gushing liquid caused by cervical spasms, burst through the gap between our bodies like a powerful hot current. It flowed down her thighs and her completely soaked stockings, splashing onto the ground with a “whoosh,” completely submerging the innocent orchids.

”Ahhh…it hurts so much…ahhh!” She collapsed at the peak of her ecstasy.

Tears welled up in my eyes simultaneously from the intense pain and pleasure.

The tingling sensation of being completely occupied made her slump onto the shelf in a daze, only able to breathe unconsciously.

I still didn’t pull it out, enjoying the gradually calming yet still tight uterus that firmly locked me inside.

I stretched out my sweat-drenched palms and gripped my mother’s waist, which was slightly bluish from extreme pleasure, my fingertips sinking deep into the folds of her gossamer-thin silk nightgown.

I exerted force suddenly, pulling my waist back, and the penis that had been twisted almost numb deep inside her uterus produced a series of blush-inducing sucking sounds.

”Chirp, snap—” With the crisp sound of flesh being completely separated, the cervix, which had been tightly blocked by the large glans, suddenly expanded due to negative pressure. Then, the thick semen, which had been accumulating in the narrow uterine cavity for a long time and was still hot, mixed with the clear vaginal fluid secreted in large quantities due to uterine contractions, poured out like a flood.

The thick, white and red liquid trickled down her snow-white legs, which were trembling violently from exhaustion, leaving dirty, wet streaks on her smooth skin.

I didn’t rush to get her dressed. Instead, as if she were a trophy of victory, I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her limp, plump body up abruptly.

Her breasts, red from being kneaded and with erect nipples, swayed violently in the air due to inertia, and her areolas were still covered with a few glistening strands of saliva from the rough handling.

I positioned her buttocks against the pots of Cymbidium orchids swaying in the breeze, which were my father’s prized possessions.

“Mom, look, so much ‘love juice,’ it would be such a waste to waste it. Why not give it to Dad’s precious flowers to nourish them?” I chuckled maliciously against her neck, the wet liquid dripping onto the emerald green leaves.

”Tick-tock, tick-tock”

The liquid, carrying a strong fishy smell and body heat, slid down the veins of the leaves into the soil, instantly filling the originally quiet balcony with a strange odor that mixed the fragrance of grass and trees with lewd lust.

At this moment, Mom’s gaze was unfocused, and her long, black hair was stuck to her sweaty cheeks and neck. Her once dignified and refined face was now just a blank expression after a moment of distraction.

I held her in my arms and sat down on the large, soft fabric sofa.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a slanted glow on her almost naked body, outlining her skin, which was extremely sensitive from repeated orgasms and glowed with an alluring pale pink.

She was nestled in my arms, and I acted as her cushion, feeling her heart pounding wildly from the intense exercise she had just undergone.

My fingertips were not behaving properly; with a playful intent, I drew circles around the edge of her pale pink areola, my nails occasionally grazing her already hard nipple, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.

As consciousness gradually returned, the mother’s eyelashes trembled twice, and her eyes, filled with shame and struggle, slowly focused.

She felt weak in her limbs, as if her bones had been melted by the frenzied sex just now. Her head was still filled with the dizziness and light, empty feeling after the orgasm. Only her uterus and vagina, which I had stretched open and repeatedly thrust into, were still throbbing with a constant swelling, soreness, and a persistent dampness.

I lowered my head, wanting to capture those slightly parted red lips, wanting to demand a kiss filled with the scent of blood and a sense of predation.

Just as my nose was about to touch hers, she suddenly turned her tear-streaked and alluring face to the side, avoiding my kiss, as if stung by a venomous snake.

Her shoulders jerked violently as she tried to break free from my guilty embrace, but exhausted, she could only slump helplessly in my arms.

My eyes narrowed in displeasure at this obvious rejection, and the twisted desire for control within me surged once more.

I didn’t stop my fingers, but instead explored downwards along her flat but slightly undulating lower abdomen caused by spasms after her orgasm.

My fingertips lingered for a moment at the muddy, wet opening before gently inserting them.

It was still warm and tight there, and even seemed to be sucking gently because of the lingering afterglow.

I used my fingernail to pick up a smear of semen that hadn’t completely flowed out, still warm from my body, and then, amidst extreme humiliation, slowly and deliberately smeared that white fluid onto her trembling breasts.

”How come you turn your back on me after you’ve had your fun? My dear mother, you were just crying and begging my big cock to fuck your cunt until it was ruined. You didn’t even think about avoiding me then. Have you forgotten how tightly you squeezed me just now, almost swallowing my uterus? Now you won’t even let me kiss you. Is this how you treat your ‘savior’?” I deliberately slowed my pace, my mournful tone laced with deep sarcasm.

I watched as the semen was smeared on her breasts, leaving a sticky, shiny film on her fair skin. The visual impact made her flinch.

”You…you stop talking! Please…stop talking…” The mother’s voice was hoarse, filled with broken sobs.

She bit her lower lip hard, the mixture of extreme pleasure and shame of ethical transgression almost drowning her.

She hated her body for being so weak, hated that her tender spot had been made wet by her son’s rough movements, and hated even more that she felt a sense of happiness she had never experienced before in that overwhelming pleasure.

Every time she recalled how she had swayed her hips and begged for penetration like a slut, she felt that her “motherly” persona was being peeled away bit by bit, revealing only a dirty and obscene underbelly.

Looking at her on the verge of collapse, I felt a surge of pleasure.

Her desperate psychological resistance, combined with her body that I had fully developed and that could become aroused by me at any time, formed the most beautiful symphony of immorality in the world.

I’m not in a hurry to destroy her defenses immediately. The highest level of training is watching her gradually sink into depravity and being devoured by desire.

I gently gave her a hug, like the most dutiful son comforting his frightened mother, and then left an extremely tender, almost devoid of lustful kiss on her cheek.

”Okay, Mom, I won’t say anymore. You must be exhausted. Go and rest, I’ll take care of things here. Be good.” I let go of her hand.

My mother stood up almost hastily. She didn’t bother to straighten her tattered and damp pajamas. She clutched her aching stomach, which felt like it was still stuffed with my penis, and ran into the bathroom with her head down and hurried, unsteady steps.

In that short corridor, she just happened to brush past her father as he came out of his bedroom.

The father held a pair of garden shears in his hand, looking with some doubt at his wife, whose posture was extremely stiff due to the large movements and whose face was flushed red.

”Meiru? What’s wrong? You look terrible. Are you feeling unwell?” Her father stopped and asked.

The mother didn’t dare to look up, only managing a muffled reply through her nose before quickly closing the bathroom door.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of rushing water came from inside, drowning out her nearly collapsing sobs.

The father shook his head, turned around, and walked to the balcony.

The moment he stepped into that once serene space, his nose suddenly wrinkled.

That’s because of the strong scent of photinia lingering after ejaculation, which can’t dissipate in a short time, mixed with the hot, sweet smell of evaporated vaginal fluid.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the few Cymbidium orchids that I had just “fertilized,” and his brows furrowed even deeper.

”What’s going on? Why does this balcony smell so strange? It smells like a foul odor…” The father walked to the flowerpot, bent down, and carefully examined the liquid remaining on the leaves, which was gleaming with some kind of unclear luster.

I leaned lazily against the sliding door of the balcony, fiddling with the small section of curtain that hadn’t been pulled back yet, my tone full of indifference.

”I noticed your precious flowers weren’t growing well, so I added some special fertilizer to them. It smells a bit strong, but it’ll definitely work well.”

After hearing this, my father looked at me with some suspicion, then at the orchids that seemed more vibrant than usual, his tone carrying the reprimand of an elder.

”You little brat, what do you know about fertilizing? Don’t add anything to it. If you kill these precious plants of mine, I’ll come after you!”

I chuckled, watching him completely oblivious, even diligently tending to the plants stained with the fluids of our lovemaking. The pleasure I felt from this deception was almost overwhelming.

”I know, my ‘dear father,’ don’t worry, they’ll definitely be more ‘wild’ than ever before.”